#atleast we don't have guns

[celaenaeiln]

One of Dick's greatest strengths is his ability to manipulate every single person in existence.

Genuinely I think this makes him the smartest person in the room. Not only is he a brilliant detective, but the fact that he's able to outmaneuver and control virtually everyone including other geniuses and masterminds makes him the most terrifying. There's a reason why his enemies have give up using intelligence against him and simply resorting to brute force.

Now hold your horses before you bring your crowbars and let me explain.

Dick once said, "On an even playing field, I always win."

And it's true. But how do you even the field if your enemies are geniuses, detectives, or metas?

"Well, if you don't like how the table is it, turn over the table."

And that's exactly what Dick does.

Let's begin from his younger years. Dick is 19, newly out of Batman's wing and in no position to take on a skilled mercenary on by himself. But the mercenary isn't going to stop just because he says please. So.

DEATHSTROKE WAS CLEARLY NOT EXPECTING TO GET OUTPLAYED BY A 19 YEAR OLD.

"You're right Slade, he's not a fool so choose a dumber kidnapping victim next time."

Ofcourse this is the least of his abilities.

This cover is perfect because it shows how two of them are literally in a constant game of chess. And evidence of Dick's tactical expertise was never more obvious than the bombing of Bludhaven.

By all means Dick had won.

And he's right. Dick is incredibly intelligent, and he has to be given how he maneuvered the entirety of the world to save him city. Not just the heroes and villains, but everyone - the heroes, the villains, the government, the civilians, the organized crime - everyone. He ruled the freaking world at that moment.

@haroldhighballjordan actually made a post about this that explains this scene so well

But yeah Slade knew he lost so in his petty vengeance what he basically did was set the whole fucking chessboard on fire.

The perfection to which Dick had calculated and moved millions of people to force Slade into abandoning their game and leave him shrieking and seething in rage over his loss. Another reminder that this game only happened because Dick manipulated Rose away from her father, away from his control to a better life.

Spyral is one of my favorite comics because it shows just how good of a manipulator Dick Grayson is.

One of Dick's coldest traits is his ability to manipulate a situation to fit his needs.

In the beginning Dick wanted to calm the meta down and take him in but the second his opponent let out the slightest hint of weakness, look how fast he flips his words. This man is brilliant.

And his planning came to fruition as the meta wore himself out, allowing Dick to take control of the situation and the opponent with no harm to himself-a quick, two second exit. He can manipulate emotions, thoughts, and people to get what he wants like he's playing chess with a child.

But it's not just other people- he can completely change himself to become a whole new person. In the earlier chapters, Dick is learning how to shoot a gun for the agency.

Dick's a terrible shot. Not a single bullet lands in the center of the target-there's no way he's ever going to shoot well....or atleast that's what he wants you to think-

"Yeah, well, that's what spies do."

"We lie."

He's a puppet master and the final boss.

part 2

[ravensmadreads]

Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

*****

TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

[petew21-blog]

A 5 star review

"Ok, Luke and one final question. A very well known and feared movie critic, Marcus Montoya, in his latest review for one of your films, has called you stiff and boring for a gay guy. What would you respond to him if he were here right now?"

"I would tell him to come see me at Lotus club tonight and we'll see which one of the two of us is the boring one. Haha"

"Ok, thank you for answering and have a great day"

Lotus club, Friday 10:14 PM

Luke:"Oh look who we have here. I really didn't think you would show. A straight gay in here. And you actually look bored."

Marcus:"Bored from watching you and your movies"

Luke:"Look, I don't know what you have against me, but it seems personal. If you wanna talk about it, spit it out. If not, then let me show you how gay people have fun. What do you think?"

There was a slight change in Marcus's expression that showed he wasn't really gonna talk, which Luke immediately noticed. Luke smiled and grabbed his arm and took him to the dance floor. They danced and drank for hours.

Luke:"So you're not into me. You're not gay and I haven't done anything bad to you. Why do you hate me then?"

Marcus:"It's my job to say mean stuff about people. It tends to bring out the best in them."

Luke:"That's a stupid theory. So, why coming here?"

Marcus:"I wanted to see if you can have fun"

Luke:"Oh I can show you even more fun"

Marcus stopped dancing and leaned Luke's ear.

Luke:"Oh don't worry honey. I won't tell a single soul. Let's go"

They arrived to Luke's appartement. Still drunk. One a bit hornier than the other.

They kissed all the way to the bedroom.

Luke:"Wanna top?"

Marcus:"I don't even know what that means."

Luke:"Jesus, you straight guys. I'll walk you through it."

Luke positioned himself on top of Marcus. Flexing for him

Luke:"You like these guns?"

Marcus stayed silent. He looked like he was concentrating hard enough to stay hard.

Luke felt dominant. He was fucking his tormentor. It didn't matter who had dick in whose ass. It mattered that his tormentor was now beneath him. His straight tormentor.

He could already feel his dick pulsating inside of him. He didn't wear a condom. Luke knew that this guy wasn't the type to transmit anything. Besides, he wanted all the cum inside of him. He wanted to feel all of it

Luke collapsed on the bed. Except Luke now felt a bit heavier and there was a very hunky man breathing heavily next to him

Marcus:"I really didn't think I'd convince you for having sex with me. Damn, for a gay sex this was a thrill. But I don't think I'll be doing that ever again. Or atleast for some time necessary."

Luke:"How did this happen? How did you do this?"

Marcus:"Relax. It resets back after we have sex again"

Luke:"So we're not stuck like this?"

Marcus:"Calm down, man. You'll get to have sex with yourself. Not everyone gets that chance. Now tell me where can I get some water?"

Luke still perplexed:"The... Kitchen. In the kitchen. There is filtered water."

Marcus got up with his new borrowed body. Luke was observing his new hairy and not very well maintained body.

Luke looked up as he heard footsteps coming back from the kitchen

Marcus:"I kinda lied about the sex part"

BANG. One bullet shot from the gun held by Luke's body

Marcus was now standing in his own appartement, clean from all the blood he had to scrape from his new body. Getting rid of his old body turned out to be much harder than he thought.

He went through all the steps in his head, just to figure out if he didn't forget anything.

"Honeyyy? Are you finished?" a voice echoed from the hall behind the door

"Yeah. Come in, love. No need to be ashamed. It's still me." Marcus answered with joy

His wife entered the bathroom.

Jessica:"Oh looking good, sir. I'm almost blushing from looking at you. I feel like cheating."

Marcus grabbed her by the waist and sat her down on his lap while sitting down on the toilet.

Marcus:"As if we haven't done this many times now. So, how do you like my new body?"

Jess:"Very handsome, very sexy. But... I'm not feeling so comfortable about all this gay stuff. Are you sure it wouldn't be easier to find someone... more normal?"

Marcus:"Oh honey, I'm queer now. You can't say that shit in front of me"

Both of them laughed out loud

Marcus:"I'll mention in another interview that God showed me the right way or some other bullshit. Can't let all the people know what really happened to Luke."

"Now, let's introduce this dick to your pussy. I have to beat that thought of fucking ass out of my head."

Another story request from inbox

Could you do a story where a straight movie critic swaps bodies with Luke Macfarlane?

Btw don't be like this fictional Luke and WEAR A CONDOM 😁

[aiiviiloo]

Two Truths One Lie

Smosh: Shayne Topp x Reader

WC: 1.8K

Warnings: A little bit of suggestive(looks n feelings), use of she/her pronouns, Y/N is one of the ogs in smosh, slight fluff if u squint, Y/N is kinda famous

It was a warm day in California when the team chose to make Y/n and Shayne film the video, which they both silently thanked them for. Getting sprayed with ice cold water wouldn't be as harmful with the weather.

"Are you ready to get sprayed to death?" Shayne joked while bumping his shoulder into Y/n who turned to smirk at him.

Y/n only ignored his comment and walked into the studio where Courtney, Amanda and Angela hung out in their stools beside the "game" table.

It was a little intimidating, the guns leaning against the table while a crew member filled them both up with water.

Shayne followed after Y/n into the studio and walked with her to the sound manager who mic'ed them up, connecting their microphone while the two of them clipped the small black electronics onto their clothes.

As they finished with that, the studio manager once again called everyone to their places, checking so that everyone were feeling alright.

Y/n sat down across Shayne, Courtney to her left as she looked down at the cards in front of her.

Before any filming session, Y/n always felt a shock of adrenaline pulse through her veins, as if she felt like any second, her body would explode - which it never did of course.

"And.. Action!" Emily, the director, shouted. The studio turned quiet before Shayne turned to the camera with a dramatic sigh escaping his mouth.

"Welcome, everyone, to another round of Two Truths One Lie. In this game, me and an opponent tell three statements, where two of those statements are truths and the other one a lie." Shayne explained, still in his dramatic voice.

"If my opponent, who is Y/n today, say hi Y/n." He continued

"Hello." Y/n answered shortly, smiling into the camera.

"As I said, if my opponent fails to find my lie, I get to spray her with water, but if she succesfully finds my lie, I get sprayed by her with water."

"I think I put on the wrong clothes for this." Y/n stated, looking down at her outfit, which was a knitted sweater with some grey baggy jeans.

"Atleast you look cute!" Courtney added, making Y/n and Shayne chuckle.

Amanda coughed, glaring at the pair in front of her.

"Oh, right! This is our three watchers. Courtney, Amanda and Angela." Shayne introduced the three women, making them mutter things with annoyance.

"I'm so happy to have gathered boygenius with us today." Y/n joked, making the whole studio laugh at her joke.

"Anyway, would you like to go first?" Shayne asked Y/n who nodded, clearing her throat dramatically.

"Here are my statements. First one. I have been in a relationship with Jeanette McCurdy for an event." Y/n began, making Amanda chuckle a short laugh at the first statement.

"I have kissed Tom Cruise, on the mouth." Shayne's eyes widened at this, not at all ready for this.

"I was in a marching band in Japan when I was fifteen." Y/n said her last statement with a small smile while Shayne stared at Y/n mysteriously, trying to figure out which one is the truth.

"Okay, first statement. When and where was it?" Shayne asked as Y/n put her card down.

"It was at an event, some Nickelodeon event. I don't remember the year but I remember we were talking and I asked if for a joke we should fake a relationship for the whole event and she agreed. Really nice person she is!" Y/n explained while keeping a straight face.

Shayne nodded.

"And the next one? That seems like such a lie but if it's not I'm so jealous of you." He joked, making the trio beside him chuckle.

"Okay, so I got booked into an actual move not too long ago, no clue who was my love interest or anything, but when I arrived to the "love" scenes, there Tom Cruise was. I think it was about seven years ago or so."

The studio was quiet, everyone actually intrigued to hear the whole story, even the trio sat quietly.

"Wow, and do you remember the kiss?" Shayne sarcastically asked, but he actually wanted to know.

"I do, it was a great kiss. I was a nervous wreck but he was so calm and collected and just a nice co-worker to work with." Y/n answered with a soft smile on her face.

"And the third one?"

"As many of you know, I've lived in Japan with my family for a part of my life. And some of you know I also play the clarinet, well played, and I wanted to play it in a marching band so I joined one." Y/n explained, quite easily.

"I think I know the lie." Shayne said quickly with a smirk while Y/n only sat with a soft smile on her face.

"It's the second one, the Tom Cruise one." He continued and Y/n sighed, looking down at the table.

But she quickly grabbed the water gun and sprayed Shayne in the chest with the ice cold water.

"WHAT!?!?!?" Angela shouted while Shayne sat in shock.

"You've actually kissed Tom Cruise?" He asked, eyes wide as he laughed in just pure shock.

"I have! It was some movie, I don't remember but I was the love-interest." Y/n chuckled while putting her gun down, letting it lean against the table.

"Wait so which one was the lie?" Shayne asked, making Y/n smile.

"The marching band one. I moved to Japan when I was fifteen but joined the marching band when I was eightteen because they had an age restriction." Y/n told the group who all made 'aah' noises as an understanding.

"Alright, so my turn. I have eaten a whole tarantula on camera. I have eaten a bull penis on camera. I have eaten surströmming on camera." Shayne said quickly.

"Okay, I know one of these 100%. You did eat a tarantula. It was on Mythical Kitchen. I was there with you but I chickened out and never ate the spider but you did." Y/n thought outloud, looking directly into Shayne's eyes.

Shayne chuckled and smiled, knowing that Y/n was right with that, they both were there.

"Ah, shit. I wasn't on the filming day of the surströmming. I remember it was you and Noah and his two brothers. Shit." Y/n muttered and sighed.

"I think the bull penis one is the lie. You must've eaten some piece of surströmming that day, your fingers smelt like shit after that I remember that." She claimed, making Shayne laugh.

"Are you sure?" Shayne checked with her and she nodded.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but you are very wrong-"

"Shit! No- No please, spare me!" Y/n began shouting as she watched Shayne pull the gun up from his side.

"LET ME TAKE OFF MY SWEATER FIRST PLEASE!" She continued yelling as everyone else laughed their asses off at her reaction.

Shayne let her take her sweater off and so she did.

Y/n unclipped her mic and pulled her sweater off, her t-shirt slightly following with but with the help of Courtney who held the shirt down, she threw the sweater away to the side.

While all of this was happening, Shayne felt his ears turn slightly pink at the sight of Y/n's stomach and a small part of her ribcage.

What was going on with him? He thought, blinking his quiet suggestive thoughts away.

"Okay, I'm ready." Y/n said, now only in a tanktop.

Shayne chuckled and slowly pumped the water gun, making Y/n nervous.

"Shayne! Just do i-" Y/n got interrupted by Shayne shooting water against her stomach, making Y/n jerk in shock.

The studio began laughing in the scene that just happened.

"OW! MY SIX-PACK!" Y/n joked, making the studio continue laughing, even Shayne laughed, his eyes closed as he did.

The studio calmed down and Y/n and Shayne continued the game, Shayne absolutely failing the game, getting completely drenched in water.

After a shot of water was shot against Shayne, Angela began joking about something, distracting the studio and audience of what happened anywhere else.

Y/n took the chance to look at Shayne who focused on Angela.

He had a big part of his t-shirt completely soaked, and Y/n kinda thanked herself for that, because now she could see Shayne's chest.

Her eyes drifted down a little before looking back up, but now on Angela who was still talking about who know's what.

Now it was Shayne's turn to look at Y/n, her tanktop had only gotten a little soaked, only showing some parts of her bra underneath.

Shayne had to control his breathing, his hands tightly knitted together underneath the tablecloth as he felt his ears turn pink again. He had felt Y/n's stare, he wasn't gullible, and damn did it make him feel good.

They continued the game after Angela's rant and finally it ended, ending with Y/n winning quite naturally.

The cameras turned off and the pair of them walked up to the sound manager who they handed their microphones to before walking out from the studio.

"That was fun, really." Y/n began, smiling softly at Shayne who chuckled, looking down at himself.

"Yeah, sure, maybe for you." He sighed dramatically, making Y/n grin while pushing Shayne's shoulder jokingly.

"Oh, shit, I forgot my sweater. Let me go get it." Y/n remembered, running back into the studio and getting the sweater.

As she picked up her sweater, Courtney walked up to her with a small smile.

"I saw you looking at him." She blurted out, making Y/n look up at her with slight wide eyes.

"I-"

"And he was looking at you too, y'know." Courtney said while smirking as she watched Y/n's cheeks turn slightly pink.

"Okay, fine. I was looking at him, he looked hot okay." Y/n sighed, confessing to Courtney who chuckled.

"Don't tell me that, tell it to him." She said while nodding to someone behind Y/n, who turned around to see Shayne stand there with slightly tinted ears.

"Oh-" Y/n said before trying to stutter something about how she did think like that and that it was okay if he didn't feel the same.

"Y/n, would you like to go out with me?" Shayne interrupted her rambling, making her stop in her tracks.

"What?" She asked, flabbergasted.

"Would you like to go out with me?" Shayne asked again, now with a smile on his face.

"Ye-Yeah, that'd be nice." Y/n said, now also with a grin on her face as she watched Shayne nod and walk away.

"Finally! I've waited for that since you both started working here." Courtney groaned, walking away from Y/n who stood there, excitement filling her entire body.

[ratcash-wasgud]

CAN WE PLS PLS PLS GET A PT2 TO NEKO OF THE WEST OMG!!!!

mdni :p

ℕ𝕖𝕜𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕀𝕀.

When Ringo arrives back from the town, he finds Mizu curnsing under her breath and slashing trees in half.

"Master! What's the matter? And where is-" He looks around, rubbing his nibs together nervously.

"Oh, the stray cat is gone. But she left me with everything I need." Lies. She needed you too. "I'm gonna get going tomorrow." She sneers. She now has two goals. Slaying the white men, and showing you your place. You can't just leave like that after she has been so vulnerable with you! Ungrateful little bitch. Mizu is seething. She knows it probably ment nothing to you. It was just a slip up for Mizu too, she just got lost in the moment. It's just that she haven't felt human touch for years now, and you looked so pretty panting, and out of breath, looking at her in suuuch a cocky way with her blade to your throat... Oh, she'll show you.

She'll defeat you, have you at her feet, then beg her to spare you, crawling back to her lap, like a good little domestic kitten would. Yeah. Then she'll let you play with Fowler's head. She'll fucking show you.

She leaves Ringo at an inn, and she follows your instructions to find Fowler's castle. She gets through the tunnel, and starts slashing soldiers left and right. The traps are fucking cruel though and she ends up with a stick through her foot. She gets through everything, even drug monkeys, undead prisoners, and a whole ass giant. In the end though, she is met with...Taigen. Bloody, barely alive, tied to a chair in the middle of a room. She rushes to his side, hurrying to untie him. "Taigen-"

"Mizu..." Taigen croacks out, his eyes fluttering open. "N-no, run it's a-"

"Trap?" She hears a familiar voice from behind her as the door shuts. She turns around, her eyes meet yours in a glare. "Look who the cat dragged in!" You grin into her face. "Glad you could make it." You say, your eyes dripping with that fucking sly mischief.

"Wouldn't miss it." Mizu basically barks at you. "So you did come back to that dickhead? Pathetic." She says, holding up her makeshift sword she got from one of the soldiers.

You shrug, as you spin your gun on your finger. "Hey, what's home's home." You say and shoot her a shiteating grin.

"I pity you if this is home for you." Mizu says right back, glaring through your soul, as if you even have one.

"Ey, atleast I have one." You say, and quickly fire at her, the bullet shooting right next to her head, biting through a single strand of hair.

Mizu reacts quickly, attacking you withouth hesitation. You dodge, making her weaping slice through the wall. You turn, grabbing her wrist for a second, pushing her against the wall, and slamming her head against it. But the determined bitch she is, Mizu ignores the pain, and heabutts you in response. You two keep being at eachother's throats with Taigen barely not passing out in the chair, until Mizu overpowers you, and pins you down, with her sword at your throat.

"What a familiar situation." You grin at her, and she pushes her blade into your collarbone, drawing blood.

"Drop the fucking act already." Mizu barks into your face. "Just tell me which room he's in and I'll spare you."

You scoff. "Yeah, turns out, I kinda don't want you to kill him." You pout, as if it's a light thing. It makes Mizu's blood boil. "I kinda need him for like...a couple weeks more until he kills the shogun." You shrug. Lies, by the way. You don't give a fuck if when he dies, or if the shogun dies, you just don't want her to attemp to murder him.

Why? Simple. He'll kill her, you're sure.

"You don't have a choice." Mizu says, her eyes cold, but insides she's burning with rage. Was this all a damn game to you? Was she a joke? Was her moaning under you, moaning with you meant fucking nothing?

"Yeaaaah," Suddenly she feels the familiar cold of your gun, She turns her head, and see it pointed at Taigen's unmoving form. "I kinda do." You say, your eyes narrowing.

That's the moment Mizu realizes, she can't tame you. She can't make a house kitten out of you. You'll never stick by her side. Or anyone's for the matter. So...she'll need to keep you on a leash. She'll put so much catnip in your mouth you won't be able to bite, she'll cut your nails so you won't scratch, and she'll tear your whiskers out so you won't be able to run straight. Alone, that is. It'll hurt, but it will be worth it.

She then, with one small movement of her wrist, cuts through your shoulder, not deep enough to make you actually bleed out, but enough to make you weak. She gets off you, leaving you there, whimpering. "F-Fuckin' b-bitch...G-Go and d-die then! G-Go and fuckin'...die by his greasy hands...ugh!" You keep moaning in pain, depserately pushing your palm against your bleeding wound.

Mizu looks at you, wanting nothing more than to comfort you, but she knows that'll do her no good in the long run, so she just picks up Taigen, and leaves the room. She'll come back for you when you're unconcious if she's lucky.

It takes her a long while to get to and find Fowler's room all while carrying the deadweight of Taigen, but still, she does. After the fight, she does not have time to go back for you though, since she's fallen into the ice cold river along with that fat bastard.

Ringo rescues her and Taigen, bringing them back to master Eiji. The time she spends there while she recovers can only be described as a storm. She's mad. Her sword is broken, she didn't kill Fowler, and she left you there too. Ugh, what a failiure.

"So," Mizu lazily sits next to Taigen inside the little house, staring at the fire. "How did you...keep Akemi?" She mumbles under her nose, Taigen almost not even hearing it.

"Hm?" Taigen reaises an eyebrow. "Jealous?" He says with a smug smirk and Mizu groans loudly.

"Fuck no." She says, shooting him a glare and then rolling her eyes. "It's just seems...hard, to tie a woman down." She shrugs.

Everyone left Mizu when they had a chance, so this time, she won't take chances. She won't give you one. You left her once already, and to your own shit-luck, she wan't you to stay more that she realizes.

"You can't really tie a woman down, only with marriage." Taigen answers simply. "But before that, you have to convince her that you're worth it. That you can give her a good life."

"Well that's not really an option for me, is it?" Mizu groans. What a useless answer.

"Wait...you wanna catch a wife?" Taigen's eyes widen. "Oh, don't tell me, you already have someone you want? Oh, that's funny!" He snickers.

"You're fucking annoying. I don't even know why I was asking you." She grumbles, ready to stand up, but Taigen stops her. "Wait, no. Okay." Taigen steadies himself, putting on a straight face. "I'm sure if you keep your glasses on, and keep your mouth shut all the time, she'll like you." He finishes with that bitch-ass smirk.

Mizu just yanks her arm away and walks off, grumbling. Taigen is stupid. She'll show him too. She'll show everyone. She'll slay down Flower, then she'll walk away with you, crying for her in her arms. Great plan.

You even accidentaly told her that he's planning on killing the shogun, so she'll know where to go. You're already playing right into her hands. Yeah, maybe she's obsessing over you a little, and yeah, it's probably unhealthy, but do you really expect any healthy emotions from that woman? No, the answer should be no.

So, on the day when she meets Fowler again, she marches into the room he's in with the Shogun, but when she gets there, the Shogun and his family are already gone, and she's met with Fowler's gun to your forehead, yours to his heart with Heiji Shindo's body still fresh on the ground. She gasps out your name.

Fowler's head turns to her, and Mizu glares. "Hm? Ye two know eachother?" He asks casually, motioning between you two. "So that's why yer betraying me, eh? Foolish little girl." He scoffs.

You just roll your eyes. "I'm not betraying you, dumbass." You say, liglty poking his chest with your gun. "I'm simply dethroning you."

"And you wanted the help of this demon right 'ere?" He nods towards Mizu. "Is that why ya were gone for days? Ya were with the guy tryin' to kill me? Pffft!" He says with mock offense.

"No, he just happens to be here." The banter between you two is amusing to Mizu. You're talking to this piece of shit while holding eachother at gunpoint like you'd talk to an old friend after they stole your lunch.

"Hey, demon," Fowler says to Mizu, getting her attention. "Ya don' wanna team up with this girl right 'ere. See? She's betraying me too, she'd do the same to you."

"Oh, shut up." You roll your eyes. "First of all, I'm not teaming up with him. Second of all...can you butt out of my personal relationships?"

"She's not even from 'round here. Found her back in London." Fowler says casually, ligtly poking your head with his gun. "Is' true. Her parents are japanese though, they got captured during the war, but couldn't help but fuck like bunnies in their cell and make this lil' bitch."

"Ugh, that was unnecessary." You say, fireing a shot into the wall to silence him. "Next one's gonna be in your heart, shithead."

"Now now, let daddy handle stuff." He says with a chuckle.

"You're not my fucki-" but before you could protest any further, Fowler's other hand swings up, hitting you in the head, almost crushing your skull, making you lose conciousness.

The next time you wake up, the harsh sun invades your eyeballs, making you groan. When you finally manage to accommodate your inveroment, you look around. You're on a ship, which is definetly moving. You see a siluette in the sun, and as it notices that you're awake, it walks closer. It's Mizu. She looks different though. She looks a lot more...relaxed. She has her bangs down, and she's wearing a simple kimono. She looks...very feminine. And beautiful, if you do say so yourself. You understand why you lost control and slept with her that night.

"Hey," You squint at her. "Can I ask, if it's like, not too much...what the fuck is going on?" You sit up hazily.

"We're leaving. To London." She says casually, sitting down next to you. Your eyes snap wide opening, shining in the bright sun.

"Are fucking serious?" That's wha Mizu wanted to see. You lighting up, eating all of her words up.

"Yeah...Fowler's tied up down there, but he'll help me. He'll help me find the other white men." She says, looking ahead to the seemingly endless water.

"And you're taking me...with you. To London. I can finally leave." Your smile becomes bright, almost more blinding that the sun. It's the first truly genuine smile Mizu saw from you. And fuck, it does things to her.

"Mhm...you're not leaving my side after this." Mizu breathes out, leaning back on her hands, turning her attention to the cloud.

Your eyebrows knot together. "What? I'm not gonna stick around to watch your boring ass quest. I wanna find my own path."

"Yeah, no...you're not doing that. You're gonna stay by my side, and you're gonna love it." She says like it's a well known fact. And to her, it is. She's not letting you leave her, and wander off again. Not on her watch.

"What the fuck do you think I am? Your pet?" You scoff.

"You could be. But no, I'm being nice right now." She says with a small smile, still staying completely calm about the subject. "And when I'm done, you will come back to Japan with me. And then we'll live peacefully, and you'll help me forget about how much of a terrible person I am." Mizu shrugs, but you just rolls your eyes.

"As if. I'll tell you everyday that you're a shitty person." You can barely finish the sentence before Mizu gets on top of you with one swift motion, straddling your lap.

"Yeah? You're gonna tell me how much you hate me?" Mizu whispers, her breath hitting your face, but the only thing you can do right now is just stare at her, not even blinking. "What? Cat's got your tongue?" She teases you, running a finger along your lower lip.

You gulp. "What...are you even doing? What we had was just...a one time thing." You say, averting your gaze finally.

"You think that?" Mizu says as she harshly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her. "You must be confused then." She says, her voice now lower with more edge. "Because that day, whether you like it or not, you tied yourself down. You became mine. You can try to run though, but I'll find you eventually." She slowly leans down, breathing right against your lips. "Take your little fuckface of a man, Fowler for example. He couldn't hide, so why could you?"

You can't even respond as she firmly kisses you, pushing her tongue down your thoat, one hand gripping your jaw, the other harhsly undoing your clothes.

"F-fuck, Mizu, wait a second-" You try to croak out, but her hands are already all over you, and you love it. It's just...so damn sudden. And it feels different from last time. It's as if this time, her touches have more emotion. More want, more need.

"No. I waited enough." Mizu murmurs into the kiss, her hands kneading your breasts. The last time, you fought for and kinda even won dominance, but now you can't even try and enter the competition for some reason, and to Mizu's liking.

"Ugh...you're an asshole, you know that?" You back arches into her touch as you feel her start pinching your nipples. "I...I'm still mad at you though...for cutting my shoulder. That hurt...like a bitch." You mumble, feeling your whole body heat up under her touch.

Mizu can feel her head reeling. She finally done it. She has you under her fingertips again, and she won't let go ever again. And this time, you look different too. You look more vulnerable, your eyes narrowing and becoming hazy, you cheeks flushing as you lips part. You look vulnerable, and very fucking cute. The fact that she knows what you're capable of, and still managing to have you in this position is...enthralling. She loves it. If she'd feel this everyday, her soul would be at peace.

"Not my fault you only respond to violence." Mizu says, pulling away from your mouth to place her lips in your nipple, which you reward with a small moan, which makes all of Mizu's nerves dart to one place between her legs.

Her tounge swirls around your sensitive little bud, all while her hand sneeks between your thighs, feeling around your underwear, which is now slowly turning wet.

"You want more?" Mizu whispers as she switches to the other nipple. "Tell me you want more...say it. Use your pretty little voice, and ask me nicely."

"Fuck...fuck why are you like this?" You croak out, your thighs closing around her hand, letting out another moan as she starts rubbing you through the thin cloth. "O-Okay, fine fuck, I want more...p-please, just...do more." You say, covering your face with your arm in shame. "Mizu..."

And she fucking snaps. How could she hold back after that? She rips down your last remaining clothing, which happens to be your underwear, and her lips latch around your clit. Oh, it tastes so good. She didn't have the chance to taste it last time, what a shame. But knows she knows how your slick tastes, and it's honestly perfect. She makes sure her tongue hits every spot it can reach atleast once before she plunges her fingers deep inside you.

"Fuck...I missed you fucking much...come on, show me you missed me too. Grind on my lips and fingers." Mizu demands against your clit which you reward in a drawn out moan. You slowly obey, grinding weakly against her. "Take it...take all of me." She pushes knuckle deep. "Your pussy loves me...it fucking wants me. It's...fuck, it's sucking me in." Mizu slurs between slurps, getting lost in the moment and just mindlessly rambling. She loves this. She loves feeling you at two points on herself: her fingertips and her tongue. She wants you to moan louder, to squirm and beg more, to arch your back and grind harder...

"Gonna cum...f-fuck, I can't...slow the fuck down..." You whimper out,hands feeling around on the floor, looking for anything to grab for support, but meeting nothing but Mizu.

"Yeah? Cum then. Do it...doitdoitdoit, I want it, come on..." Mizu doesn't even notice that she begs, but she doesn't even fucking care. As she feels you spill your climax into her mouth, her mind flashes white, eagerly driking everything up. After you come down from your high and lay in the afterglow, Mizu stays in pleace, cleaning your innerthighs while softly humming.

"You did so good...you're so pretty when you cum. I wanna see it again." She murmurs, fingers trailing back to your folds, but you groan and push her away.

"F-Fuck off..." You say weakly, eyes slowly fluttering closed. Mizu smirks and climbs up to cuddle you, her arms thighly around you, and her legs keeping you in a lock.

"I love you." She says casually. "You'll stay with me forever, okay? I'll hunt you down if you don't. You're my sepcial girl...you'll see me succeed."

[fartquen12]

"ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴᴄᴀꜱᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴇ."

Carl Grimes x Fem! Reader.

// I had an idea for this fic for a while and I have finally pulled it together lmao. Hope you all love it <3 //

TW: Mentions of weapons, mentions of death, lots of smut.

|You only notice how you feel about Carl in the worst moment.|

There you sat covered in blood. Thats the childhood memory you remember best. Sitting on your porch waiting for your parents to come trick or treating with you. You thought a lot about your childhood. The apocolypse had just began and all you had was memories. You wanted more.

You had no one now, you were alone. You were 15 when the virus broke out. You saw the first few videos on the news. Confused, scared. You had no clue what would happen to the world.

You thought it might just disappear atleast that's what you hoped for... that's what you prayed for. Needless to say now you had been with a group for a while.. and to the looks of it... the end was nowhere near.

"Y/N!"

A voice called out interrupting your thoughts. It was Carl, a boy around your same age... you had known him for a while now... you didn't know how long but a couple summers and winters.. that's how you counted time. He had been the one that took care of you when your parents died. He was your bestfriend. "Yeah?" You replied, he was running towards you from the distance.

"Its late.. however if you're not too tired I need someone to come with me into town." He said out of breath. "How come..?" You asked. "I have to go grab some things for Daryl... I don't want to go alone." He sighed. "Yeah, ok sure. Just let me grab my bag." You nodded reaching for the bag of guns next to you in the field.

"C'mon.. we will make it fast." Carl said tugging your arm and before you knew it you were off into the night, again. The town wasn't far, luckily. You both had made it in 20 minutes and had no problems. It was pretty clear. There were no walkers. You both had split up and gathered the items. That's when it all happened... so fast.

"Hey Carl..-" you said hearing footsteps behind you. Unfortunately for you once you turned around you saw a walker coming at you jaw wide open and in a quick moment without thought you scrambled to grab your gun and shoot it right between the eyes. The gun was loud. Extremely loud. Carl came running in your direction after hearing the gunshot. "What the hell Y/N! We don't want anyone to hear us." He yelled. "Well excuse me I was about to get eaten." You yelled back. "You can't just yell and shoot your gun like that!" He exclaimed. "Well, it worked." You smiled. He shook his head. "C'mon, we gotta get going." He said grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the building. "Holy shit." said Carl as you two exited the building you were faced with dozens of walkers all noticing you two.

"Run." He said, yanking your hand and dragging you quickly through alleyways trying to gain distance. "Carl!" You screamed in fear as he pulled you, dodging every walker in sight. You had managed to lose most of them but some had managed to keep up. You kept running, turning and twisting through every possible exit until there was none. You were cornered.

"Shit." Carl muttered. "We have to jump." You said looking at the window above the dumpster. So Carl hoisted you up above the dumpster and you quickly examined the area for something... anything stiff enough to break a window. But before you could even get a good look-

shatter

Carl jumped into the building scanning the room for any walkers and when he saw none he grabbed you and pulled you down with him. "You good?" He asked. "Yeah... just a scratch." You replied, your arm stung from the glass.

"We're trapped in here. Lets just wait until morning..." he said looking around for somewhere to hide. He found a janitorial closet. Small, Hidden, and Sturdy. He basically threw you in there and locked the door behind the two of you. "Well this is nice." You said sarcastically. "Shh" he hushed you placing a finger to your lips. You hadn't ever said anything.. but you thought Carl was quite attractive. Infact you were pretty sure everyone thought he was attractive. He was two years older than you, the apocalypse had made him a man.

You always found yourself admiring him, not like a crush, more like a friend crush? You weren't sure. But in the moment you were sitting in the dark closet face to face, chest to chest, leg to leg, and all you could do was try and not blush. You were pretty sure your face was red. You tried to shift away but he only pulled you closer. "What are you doing?" You asked. "Trying not to die." He whispered, his warm breath hitting your face. "G-Good idea..." you muttered, your heartbeat speeding up. He could feel your heart beating, pounding against your chest. His touch made you shiver.

And his breath in your face made your body react in a way it never had before. "Y/N... " he said softly. "Yeah..." you replied, the air was thick and you were sure it was the tension. "Are you alright?" he asked in a whisper. "Y-Yes... I'm fine." You whispered, trying to look away. He put his hand on your cheek. "Stop moving around, they'll notice us." He whispered. You stopped. You could hear his breathing. It was heavy, almost like a sigh. "Are you ok Carl..?" You asked him. "Yeah.." he replied, he was quiet. "Are you sure?" You questioned.

"Yeah..." he responded, again, still quiet. "Are you su-" shhhh he hushed, again placing his finger on your lips. He placed his forehead against yours and let out a deep sigh. "Y/N..." he muttered, his tone low and gruff. "Mhm...?" You mumbled, looking up at him. He looked at you, his eyes piercing through the darkness and staring into your soul. His face was so close. "Y/N.. can I.." he whispered, his tone shaky. "Can you what?" You asked.

Without warning he pulled your face closer and his lips brushed yours. He lingered for a minute and then backed away. "Shit... I'm sorry..." he apologized, his face full of embarrassment. "No.. don't be... that was..." you paused trying to think of the right words. "Amazing." You finished, leaning in and kissing him back. He returned the kiss. It was gentle at first but then became rougher. He pushed his lips against yours and ran his tongue across your lips, begging for entry. You granted him entrance and his tongue was in your mouth. He explored every inch and bit down on your lip, causing you to moan into his mouth. You could tell it turned him on because he pushed his body closer to yours and began sucking and biting your neck, leaving marks. "Carl." You moaned as he grinded his hips against yours, his hands exploring every part of your body. He unbuttoned your shirt and slipped it off. "What are you-"

"Just incase we die." He says when...

BANG BANG BANG

"BRO... WHAT WAS THAT!!!" you yelled out. THATS WHEN JOHN STAMOS CAME BUSTING IN AND BEGAN HUMPING A BROOM AND FARTING ON BOTH OF YOU GUYS. "HOW BA-A-A-A-AD CAN I BE!!" YELLS OUT ONE OF THE WALKERS. THATS WHEN THE WHOLE HOARD CAME BUSTING IN AND ONE ZOMBIE TURNED ON SKIBIDI TOILET AND IN SYNC ALL OF THE THOUSOUNDS OF WALKERS CAME PILING INTO THE CLOSET AND BEGAN HITTING THE GRIDDY EVERYWHERE AND POOPING. "SHIT!!" CRIES OUT CARL AS HE TURNS TO YOU. "JUST RUN!!" HE SHOUTS. "WE NEED A PLAN." YOU SHOUT BACK. "YO POOP!" CARL SAYS DIVING HEAD FIRST INTO A PILE OF WALKER POOP. "OH, OKAY." YOU REPLY, DOING THE SAME. YOU AND CARL BECOME SO DIRTY THAT YOU DISAPPEAR INTO THE POOP. "HMMM, DID WE DO IT BRO?? DID WE SUCCEED?" YOU ASK. "I DON'T KNOW... LET ME TEST." CARL SAYS, REACHING UP AND TUGGING AT A ZOMBIE'S CROTCH. "I DON'T THINK IT'S WORKING." YOU TELL HIM. "I HAVE AN IDEA." CARL SAYS, UNZIPPING HIS PANTS. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING." YOU ASK HIM. "MY FAVORITE MAGIC TRICK." HE REPLIES, BEFORE SLIDING OFF HIS PANTS AND BREATHING FIRE FROM HIS BUTT. "WOAH!" YOU SAY, AS YOU WATCH HIM SPEW FIRE AT THE WALKERS. "I HAVE A SECOND PART TO THIS." CARL SAYS, SLIDING OFF YOUR PANTS. "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?!" YOU ASK. "DO IT FOR DARYL!" HE SAYS, SHOOTING YOU INTO THE WALKERS WITH FIRE. "BRUUUU THATS SICK!" YOU YELL OUT DOOKIE FALLING INTO YOUR MOUTH "YOUR SICK BRO!" SAYS CARL "OKAY BRO BUT LIKE... NO HOMO." YOU SAY "NO HOMO WE SLEEP BUTT TO BUTT" CARL SAYS GRABBING YOUR HAND AND THEN YOU GUYS HIT THE GRIDDY WITH ALL OF THE WALKERS.

AND SO THERE YOU SAT

COVERED IN POOP

THE END!!!!!!!

HOPED YOU GUYS LOVED THIS FIC AS MUCH AS I DO <3

[princessbunnib]

Captivated Pleasure

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Due to your husband's shady life choices, your caught in the middle when you find yourself in the basement of some building with a masked man sitting in front of you.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Mask Kink, Dom Simon, Sub Reader, Mentions Of Knife Play, Oral |M| Receiving, Face Fucking, Come In Throat, Come On Face, Praising, Vaginal Sex, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Choking, Breeding Kink, Talk Of Impregnation, Mentions Of Anal, Mutual Masturbation, CreamPie.

Author's Note: I had so much fucking fun writing this.

Pt2 Here:

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You were sitting on the cold concrete floor with your hands cuffed to a pipe. You had no idea where you were. All you could remember was a group of men breaking into your home, taking you your husband and taking you captive.

It's been atleast a few days since the break in. At first you were scared but you've now come to terms with what's happened.

You haven't been able to see your husband at all. But quite frankly you didn't went to either. He's been up to some things he didn't see was important enough to tell you about? Now you're sitting here in what seems to be a basement just because of him.

You sighed thinking about the situation at hand. The doors opened and was followed with someone walking down the creaking stairs. Since you couldn't see anything, a shiver rushed through your body. Only until you heard the sound of a chair being pulled up in front of you.

The sack that covered your head was pulled off gently. You were met by a man sitting in the chair. His hands firmly holding the lining of his harness.

The man wore a mask with the face of a skull on it. His dark ghostly eyes staring down at you.

"Let me go already! What even is this?" You asked shaking your wrists from the cuffs.

"Negative, I'm afraid I can't do that, it's against the rules."

"What rules? You mother fuckers ran into my home with guns! I'm sure the rules have been off the table since the beginning!"

He deeply chuckled fixing the way his mask hugged his face. "Quite the fiery one aren't you? I'm guessing your husband didn't tell you anything? To put it simply, he knows information that we want... and to get him to talk, we took you captive along with him..."

"I'm sure if you were taken and put in a fucking basement, you'd be 'firey' too." You said rolling your eyes.

"You have a point... but uhm, we aren't going to hurt you if that's what you think is going to happen, they just sent me down here to make sure if you're okay... wouldn't want you getting any ideas of escaping now would we?" He leaned into your face, staring down at you. You swolled the lump in your throat gazing into his eyes, his peircing stare making your body feel warm.

"What's with the mask? I think it's ridiculous, I mean don't you get hot under there or something?" You asked swiftly changing the subject.

"It's made out of breathable material, and I think it's amusing that you care about my mask even if I had a hand in you being down here in the first place."

"I don't- it's just..." You held your tongue on your words and looked away from him.

The truth was that you actually found the mask attractive. His voice was deep and raspy, not to mention the accent he held. The way his eyes would glare down to you while he sat high made you feel a certain way. As scary as it was to be down here, he was making this seem not so bad.

"So- I can't just be let free? I wouldn't go to the police or anything." You said trying to further the conversation.

"I'm afraid it's not about that darlin' the sooner your husband talks, the sooner you two can go back to your lives..."

"Fuck... that stubborn asshole, I just know he's not going to say a damn thing..." You stated rolling your eyes. "Can you take these cuffs off of me? They hurt so bad."

"Can't do that either darlin'." He said with a cocky tone.

Was he really flirting with you? And did he think giving you some stupid pet name was going to work?

You scoffed at his remark. "Don't call me that, I'm married." You said.

"Oh yeah? I highly doubt that you actually enjoy having that ring on your finger, I saw your house... not one picture of the two of you was hung on the walls, and also your phone has nothing in it that would signify that you were married."

"We just don't like to make it a big deal, it's not that serious!" You said raising your voice.

The masked man didn't think of you as frightening whatsoever. He could see past the tone of your voice that you were actually scared shitless. With your hands cuffed, it's not like you could actually be an aposing threat.

If anything, he found it funny that you were trying so hard. His eyes then traced your body, your legs were definitely your best quality.

So soft looking and silky smooth. He enjoyed the way your pencil skirt hugged your curves just right. The top button to your blouse had warn out and popped off over time. Now giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.

"My goodness, could you stop pretending for a second? I can just tell that you don't love him... doesn't take a therapist to see that. Do you not like to make it a big deal, or is it just him?"

"Fuck you... what would you know about marriage? You don't seem like the relationship type of guy anyway..." You said now feeling embarrassed. He was completely right. Your marriage was a lie, you couldn't even believe that you agreed to such contract after you took pride in not wanting to be married for years.

The thought of having that shiny rock on your finger is what made you romanticize the proposal. In reality you feld ignored, like a stranger in your own home.

He then lifted your head by your chin with his finger. You looked up at him, feeling yourself melt on the inside. "Don't look down now, just say you don't love him... I bet you want to feel the connection of a real man, don't you?"

You could never get yourself to admit it out loud that you didn't love your husband. You decided to live in delusion for so long that you forgotten how you truly feel.

He took his hand away from your chin and sighed deeply while stretching. His hips moving forward to give him a more relaxed posture.

Your mind couldn't keep straight. With his cocky attitude and voice, you couldn't keep up the act any longer. He has to know what he's doing, sitting in front of you like this. Calling you all sorts of names, softening his tone while speaking to you.-

You glanced down to his crotch area. He had so many things on his body, making him look like a solider. Not one bit of skin was shown, and that alone was giving you material to work off with in your mind.

You would pay any amount of money to see what was underneath.

"Pick up your jaw there sweetheart, your husband wouldn't appreciate you looking at another man the way you are..." He said with a sly tone.

You snapped out of your trance and looked up at him, you could tell he had a grin on his face.

"Wh-what? I wasn't looking..." You said trying to act natural but clearly failed to.

"Yeah? Then why are you so nervous... hmp, I say..." He got up from the chair, pushing it to the back of the room. "If I was your husband, you wouldn't even think about drooling over the cock of another man..."

With those words he then walked back upstairs. You watched him as your thighs clenched. Fuck... you hoped he could come back, you couldn't shake this feeling of desire for him.

Your sitting in this room, turned on by a person you can't even see the real face of.

____

"He's still not talkin' is he? His wife was right... he sure is a stubborn fuck..."

"Exactly, to think taking her hostage was going to push things along, he clearly doesn't care about her. Have you spoken to her yet?"

"I did last night... she's perfectly fine down there... although she might be cold, so give her a blanket or two... in the meantime, I'll go keep her company..."

You laid on the floor staring at the piped ceiling when you heard a conversation take place above you. Maybe he was coming back down to see you? You sat upwards and watched the door, seeing the light from upstairs beam through.

As you expected, a man walked downstairs with heavy steps. Your eyes widened in joy once you saw him. He took off his helmet and fixed his mask. Soon meeting eyes with you, seeing your expression.

"Look at you getting excited like a puppy... you must be happy to see me, yeah?" He asked positioning the chair in front of you once more.

"I'm not getting excited..." You said rolling your eyes.

"Awe at this point you're going to hurt my feelings, I should just leave you down here again shouldn't I..." He said pretending to get up again.

"No Wait!-"

He smriked and sat back down, staring down at you waiting for you to finish.

"Yes darlin'? You have something to say to me?" He asked already having a good guess on what you were going to respond with.

"I was thinking last night... and, you're right... I don't love him." You spoke lowly.

"Awe, well baby I already knew that, I just wanted to hear you fix those pretty lips of yours to say it..."

You pressed your lips together feeling flattered that he would even say such a thing.

"So what now then? I already said it... did you just want me to gas your ego by proving your assumption right?" You asked in a whing tone.

He pulled the chair closer to you, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He stared down at you and held his hand out, caressing your cheek.

"What now? I presume that you were expecting to get something out of this, hm? Go head and tell me then sweetheart, so i can know exactly what you want..." His touch was like lava. Heat radiated from your skin as you pressed your cheek into his glove shamefully enjoying the small amount of touch.

"I... I want..." You whimpered shaking the cuffs again. You were trying to fight against the creeping urge to touch yourself but couldn't. You hated being so restricted.

You needed to touch yourself. The twitching of your clit was killing you. If only you could show him what you wanted, rather than telling.

He took note of your whimpers. A smirk creeping over his clothed face.

"Want what? Say it for me baby..." He responded, continuing to egg you on in a teasing manner.

"Please can you let me out? I can't do this anymore- pleasee~" You begged in a high tone.

"Really? Have some shame, look at you, begging... it's quite pathetic... but sweetheart, I can't fulfill your requests if you don't tell me... believe me, I'm aching to shove my fat cock inside that tight little cunt of yours, but I can't do that..." His hand wrapped around your throat, speaking into your ear gently. "If you don't stress to me about how much you want- no... how much you need it..."

Your mouth was watering at this point. All you had to do was speak up and tell him, but you really wanted him to take advantage of you. Use you like the toy you've always wanted to be.

He had the perfect opportunity to do so, with you being cuffed up still. It's not like you could fight back. It's not like you wanted to fight back.

"What's it going to be? Do you want to keep siting there with your panties soaking by every second we spend ignoring the real reason I'm here? Or, do you want me to fuck you senseless, with your permission of course... unless you want to me slut you out for the night- fucking buckets of my semen inside of you, possibly impregnating you with my baby?, either way I'll be satisfied."

"I want- I want to be your whore... please I desperately need you to fuck me... use me like I'm a bitch in heat... I'm so tired of clenching my pussy around nothing..."

"Hmp... that's all I needed to hear."

____

Simon had a firm grip on the back of your head, forcing his cock in and out of your throat while the other held onto the sturdy pole that was next to you.

Tears built up in your eyes as you stared up at him. His groans loud and vocal, echoing throughout the lackluster room. You lifted your hands placing them on the band of his pants for support.

"Mffhpp~ oghhfp!"

"What was that my little fuck toy? Can't really hear you over the sound of me using you as a personal fleshlight, do you need a second to breath? Let me know princess..."

"Ffppahhh hngghhh-!"

He groaned pulling his hips back, you sighed heavily now breathing through your mouth. Simon looked down at you once more, pressing his cock head on your cheek waiting for you to give him the 'okay' to continue.

The cold air making him slightly moan after being stuffed away in your mouth for so long.

"Are you aright baby? Please tell me if I'm being too rough..."

"*haah~ haaf* It's fine- please don't stop-" You heavily gasped sticking your tongue out, opening your mouth wide.

"You fuckin' whore... as you wish my darlin'."

He pulled your hair slightly, keeping your head at an angle as he thrusted his hips into your throat.

You placed your hands on your throat, feeling the lump grow and shrink matching the speed of his thrusts. He moaned throwing his head back as you massaged your throat, making the experience more pleasurable for him.

His thrusts were long and deep, only pulling back once your nose was met with the neatly trimmed bush that was his pubic hair.

"Such a good fucking girl~ shit... aghh I'm gonna fill your throat so fucking deep, you'll be coughing up my semen for weeks... would you like that baby?"

You nodded hummed, sending vibrations down his shaft. "Ahaah~ that's right baby..."

His hips came to an abrupt stop to draw out time from his window to finish. You whimpered placing your hands around the base of his shaft. Now sucking his tip with the widen of your tongue. Teasing his frenulim with just the very end of your tongue.

He watched you with a grin behind his mask, he made sure to keep your hair out of your face to not distract you from pleasing him. He could feel his balls tingle by every lick as he so desperately wanted to pull his orgasm forward. Your eyes staring up at him innocently as if you weren't making sloppy wet kisses up and down his shaft, lightly gliding your teeth on the veins protruding from his blush pink skin.

"I bet you haven't done any of this to your husband, hm? I say, I'm quite honored to be the first man you try this on..."

"Tell me how big it is sweetheart, I can see the struggle in your teary eyes... you can barely fit me inside, it was a miracle that I was even able to fuck that throat of yours..."

"I can't even hold it~ I need both of my hands to do so... your head is so thick, I can't wrap my whole tongue around it... so fucking huge~ my husband's is so small... I hate sucking on it... but yours- fuck I could have you in my mouth all day."

"Oh yeah? Well good for you princess... this cock belongs to you no matter of you want it to or not, fuck I can't ever pass this opportunity up... from now on I'll be the only one fucking your slutty little esophagus..."

Simon then thrusted into your mouth more forcfully. His eyes closing tightly as he clenched his jaw. You moaned onto his cock as your eyes rolled back. Your hands returning to the band on his pants.

Praises and curse words fell from his lips as he felt his knees locking in place. Simon proceeded to speak in tongue as he felt his cock burn with pleasure, now shooting his heavy sticky load into your throat. You panicked breaifly but took it with pride as you heavily breathed through your nose.

He groaned loudly, hodling your head in place. Soon watching his cock drip with excess semen. You swallowed his load with your eyes dark with lust. You looked up at him opening your mouth up again.

"More~ I want more~" You moaned heavily breathing.

"This is just the begining sweetheart, don't worry that pretty little head." He sighed heavily with a grin.

He sat in the chair again, now taking his gloves off proceeding to wrap his hand around the base of his shaft. Stroking it to get it hard again. You watched him, licking your bottom lip as if he was a piece of meat.

"Aw princess looks like I'm not hard enough, I'll tell you what... I let you out of those damn cuffs only so you can give me a show yeah? How does that sound?"

"What am I supposed to do? I haven't masturbated in front of anyone before..." You said slightly worried.

"Alright... don't worry sweetheart." Simon pulled his pants up briefly and grabbed the face covering from before, now putting it on your head and taking his mask off.

He shoved it in his pocket and began to lay soft kisses on your body, pulling at your skirt and blouse to get them off.

"Keep that on sweetheart, I know you find my mask attractive... don't ruin the surprise now... behave for me and I'll come on every inch of your body... disobey me and I'll leave you high and dry, maybe telling all of those men upstairs how easy you were to suck my cock... that would be embarrassing now wouldn't it..."

You felt his soft lips on your inner thighs. You moaned draping them over his shoulder, he chucked grabbing the keys to your cuffs out of his spare pocket and unlocked them.

Your arms fell to your sides, now placed on the cold floor keeping you sitting up straight. You moaned loudly once you felt a long lick on your clit, followed with a thumb pressing on the bundle of nerves.

"Would you look at that... I was right, your soaking wet... your cunt is just dripping on the floor? And your panties... call me a pervert but you definitely aren't getting these back..."

Simon then popped his finger in his mouth, tasking your delicious juices and smirking to himself.

"You taste amazing... such a pretty pussy you have there too... I can't wait to ruin it with my babies, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes~ please can't you just fuck me now?" You whined bucking your hips slightly.

"Awe baby... hold on, don't be so greedy now... I'm going to sit back down in my chair, and you be a good girl by putting your fingers to use... have you squirted before baby?"

"No..."

"Don't worry, I'll fix that..." He said before getting up and sitting down again.

He pulled his cock out waiting for you to do anything that could get him started. Truth was, by simply staring at you and imagining the smell of your panties, his cock was growing by the second.

You were nervous to even continue. You knew he was looking at you, calculating your every move. You didn't want to disappoint even of this was out of your comfort zone. The embaressment you felt only made you wetter.

You sighed and turned around on all fours. Arching your back allowing your lower half to be on full display. Your face on the cold concrete.

"Fuck- the things I'd do to fuck that pretty asshole... have you ever had someone fuck your ass before baby?"

"N-no~ ahhh-" You spoke soon moaning as you penetrated the spongey insides that was your walls with a single finger.

Simon spit on his hand as makeshift lubricant. He then held his shaft at the base, stroking up and down only to stop with a firm squeeze on his tip. He watched the cloudy stream of pre-cum drip down his head.

You continued to moan as you pushed in another finger, now pumping them in and out in a consistent rythem. Your vagina began to clench around your digits, producing clear liquid coating your lips and clit.

"So fucking wet... you by far have the most prettiest cunt I've seen... I want to fuck it until it's red... how does it feel to have some stranger stroke his cock to you? Does it make you feel more confident in being a slut?"

Hahh~ uhhh... mmm fuck~ y-yes- nghh..." You whimpered arching your back more deeply and swaying your hips side to side.

"God fuck- I'm trying to have some composure here but you just keep tempting me... I want to be balls deep inside you..."

The sticky wet sounds of your vagina filled the room sounding like music to Simon's ears. He then began to fuck his hand imagining that it was you. He watched your delicate fingers wrap around your clit, twisting it and applying pressure. You screamed louder before placing your free hand on your mouth to muffle your moans.

What if everyone upstairs heard you? Oh shit, what if your husband hears you?

"Ahh I need- I need you so bad... pleasee?" You whined turning over on your back, spreading your legs wide and playing with your clit.

"I need you too princess, fuck- keep being a good girl and I'll do whatever you want me too... I appreciate how honest you're being now- I don't have to encourage you to say you want to fuck me..."

"Mmm please please please- oh my fucking god- I want to fuck you so bad it hurts..." You whimpered curling your fingers deeper inside you.

"Oh yeah I know you do, just by the sounds of your pussy I can tell... I want to fuck you- put you in so many positions... force your head down to the floor as I pound into you- my balls slapping against that pretty clit-"

"What else do you wanna do to me? Don't stop now my fingers are drowning in my pussy right now~"

Simon gasped loudly as he used his other hand to massage his heavy balls. Pressing his thumb and index finger on the extra skin that laid in the middle.

"Hahh~ aghh, fuck... I want to put you into a fucking mating press and breed you- I want you to ride my face as I have a knife to your stomach, dragging it on your skin everytime you inch closer to orgasm."

"Ahhh yess~ mmm, why put it to my stomach when you can have it on my thigh? Do you know what I want you to do with that knife? Haahhf.~"

"What is it baby- tell me as I stroke my fat cock-"

"I want you to break the skin on my thighs marking your territory- fuck~ you can even carve your name into them... I want my husband to know that I belong to another.~"

His hand pumped faster, he built up saliva in his mouth only to spit it onto his head, rubbing it with his right hand while still using his left to massage his balls.

His cock head twitched and allowed a stream of come to spill out. He sighed heavily, fucking his hand once more while watching you.

"Sounds like fucking heaven, don't threaten me with a good time princess... I'll mark you with more than just my name.~"

Simon groaned loudly as he took his hands away from himself. He grabbed your wrists pulling you to his body, he pushed you back around, forcing your naked body to the cold floor. You squirmed under his heavy build only to have his hand around your throat receiving a tight squeeze.

"Stop fucking squirming... I need to fuck you now, I don't care if it hurts- I'm gonna fuck you however I want to got it? You're nothing but a fucking toy to me- you hear me princess?"

Simon then put his mask back on, then proceeded to pull your face covering off and place his hand on the ground, using the other to hold you down in place.

"Look forward until I say otherwise you fucking whore." He growled into your ear before sliding his cock inside you with ease.

Your sensitive walls pulling him inside, making him moan in your ear. You bit your lip as Simon pulled your left arm behind your back and lifted your hips from the concrete, now keeping your body into a slope easy for him to thrust into.

You moaned as he began to forcfully thrust not giving you any time to get used to his thicker size. You whined trying to get out of his grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll only be able to get off to the feeling of my veiny cock inside that cunt- I don't give a fuck if it's too big for you, get used to it baby~"

"It hurts~ but feels so fucking good- I don't know if I want you to slow down or fuck me harder.~"

He deeply chuckled as he dragged out his thrusts forcing cream to form at the base of his cock. He groaned watching how easily your vagina willingly bent to what he was doing, your walls clenching onto him repeatedly as he tried to be slow just to tease you.

He played with your ass cheeks and spread them, now lifting his mask slightly so he could spit once more.

Your body jolted as you felt the wet drip of spit followed by his thumb teasing the entrance of your tight hole.

"Fuck it's so pretty- every hole is going to be full- for now I'll just use my thumb though, I don't want to miss any second of your cunt pulling me in so snuggly..."

You whimpered throwing your head back. Simon's full bodyweight was now on top of you, keeping you in place as he rutted his hips into you. He groaned wrapping his arm around your throat, keeping you into a headlock as he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Fuck such a naughty girl- I bet you enjoy every moment of this yeah? Such a slut..."

"I love it~ don't fucking stop- keep fucking me... choke me harder- ahhh uhhhh~ I feel like I'm gonna come.~" You moaned clenching your walls and squeezing your thighs together, making yourself feel tighter to him.

"Mhm~ keep taking me in so well baby- your really working for that creampie aren't you? My well behaved slut... you want my seed?"

"Uhuhhh~ yes- yes- yes- yes~nghh...YES! I want it- I want every fucking drop.~" You begged with tears building up in your eyes.

"Awe you're crying? It feels that fucking good doesn't it baby?" He asked holding your jaw tightly with his hand.

You nodded letting the tears fall as you slammed your hands on the concrete needing a different way to let go of all of the pleasure you were receiving.

With each thrust your clit grinded against the cold floor. You moaned rolling your eyes to the back of your head whimpering louder.

"You're such a good little whore for me baby~ where do you want it princess? I'm gonna fucking come.-"

"Do it anywhere- aghhh I'm gonna come too- please can we finish together~?" You asked attempting to hold your moans back.

Simon pulled out of you briefly and sat down, pulling you up from the ground throwing you onto his lap like you were some sort of ragdoll. He positioned your hips over his erection and forced you down. Hissing at the feeling of your walls at a different angle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning in his ear and holding his head in your arms. Tears fully steaming down your face.

"Fuck~ just like that- haaahh~ YES YES AGHHH.~"

"You belong to me- your my fucking slut- next time we do this~ FUCK- I'll mark you to fucking prove it.~"

"Uhhhhh uhh mmm okay!~ don't stop using me- I'm yours- I belong to you- I'm your object.~"

Simon pulled his mask up halfway and kissed your neck forcfully making bites to break your skin. You moaned throwing your head back and placed your hands on his knees, now bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Awe you belong to me baby? Even when you have a husband? Some wife you are- Aghh shit- here it comes baby- you ready to feel my load inside you again?"

You nodded not having the compacity to respond out loud. You grinded your hips back and fourth feeling his cock head penetrate deep within you. You moaned throwing your head back feeling the knot burst I'm your stomach, your nipples tingling feeling the nonstop pleasure rushing through every inch of your body.

Simon moaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and sucked on your nipples as he felt his balls also tingle as he emptied his thick load into you.

You whimpered feeling his tongue around your nipple and moaned loudly feeling the excitement from your high slowly drip out of you.

"Hahh~ Haahh~ fuck... you feel so good~ I don't want to pull out yet..."

"You don't have to- my pussy is practically in love with how your fat cock feels.~"

[is-today-tomorrow-in-nz]

The 'not so innocent' Grisha Soldiers

I'm still not over the fact the LB called the Grisha priviledged, not so innocent, soldiers. That 1:46 minute interview snippet has been running inside my mind all weekend. I had already made a rant about this here. but I still have some more stuff to get off of my chest and here is my follow-up rant.

In the Demon in the woods, by the author's own words, we can clearly see the difference between Grisha upbringing and Fjerdan indoctrination.

The book opens with a Fjerdan father telling stories to his kids. He talks about the Grisha like they are boogeymen and instills fear in his children from a young age. He also tells his kids about their saviours aka the good guys- the druskelle. And by the end of the storytime the boy dreamily states that he wants become a druskelle. Because in his eyes the druskelle are heros, holy warriors who fight to keep the cursed witches out of their lands. Druskelle are clearly glorified in Fjerda.

Now just look at the lessons being taught to Aleksander. He observes the otkasatzya village close by and is worried about their safety. Because the first lesson of being a Grisha is to hide from the normal folks. That does not sound very a soldier like, does it?

While the druskelle train to hunt Grisha, the Grisha are looking for ways to avoid a fight and move without detection. Another thing to note is that the druskelle are funded by their government while the Grisha are basically squatting in caves and forests. How can they both be called soldiers?

Even the peace loving Grisha are also forced to fight because if they don't they get killed.

Tell me again how are they the same?

All Aleksander did was level the playing field. Or atleast he attempted to. He unified the Grisha, gave them a place to stay, trained them and taught them how to be soldiers. Unlike the druskelle, he didn't create them to invade Fjerda or take over other countries. He was merely giving them a fighting chance. And even then, we have canonically seen, the druskelle overpower the Grisha with latest guns and weaponry.

Being forced to fight and choosing to fight are two different things. The Fjerdans have options; they could let go of their bigotry and stop enlisting in the druskelle program. What options do the Grisha have? The Fjerdans are free citizens while Grisha are basically indentured labourers. So who are in the more advantageous or should I say priviledged position?

So, how can even LB suggest that the jews's crimes were merely existing while the Grisha are soldiers and are game? How can she callously say that the Grisha are not innocent and are priviledged people? Did she even write the books? She basically erased the foundation of her own universe.

That interview was an absolute disgrace. Shame on LB.

[amphibiahawks321]

[M!Reader hides in an alleyway]

Cookie 1 : I saw him run this way!

[The cookies run past Y/N]

M!Reader : Phew! That was a close call damn those cookies are fast-

[Someone shoot the wall next to him]

M!Reader : What the!?

[M!Reader looks up to see Rye cookie on top of the building]

Rye cookie : Yeah but I'm faster

[She jumped off the building and landed safely]

Rye cookie : Now

[points her gun at Y/N]

Rye cookie : How about you return those jewelries back and turn yourself in before things get very ugly

M!Reader : Y-you.... You wouldn't dare to shoot a cookie so recklessly so you're also in an awkward position right now!

Rye cookie : .....

Rye cookie : [chuckles] for a criminal you atleast don't have a thick skull

M!Reader : how about this I'll give you some of the jewellery so you can return it back?

Rye cookie : .....Tempting offer but declined I ain't gonna let you get any glory out of this

M!Reader : So how do you think we can work this out?

Rye cookie : hmm...

[DING💡]

Rye cookie : [Chuckles] I think I know exactly how to work this out~

M!Reader : Hmm? How-...!?

[Rye cookie pins Y/N against the wall]

M!Reader : W-what are you...

[She leans back Y/N's head to make eye contact with her]

Rye cookie : I think you know exactly where I'm going with this~

[M!Reader starts blushing]

M!Reader : Y-your kidding r-right?

Rye cookie : the real question is do you want to back down from this deal~?

M!Reader : ......

Rye cookie : That's what I thought sweetheart~

[She leans in and they both start kissing passionately]

[M!Reader hand starts trembling]

[Rye cookie immediately grabs his hand and pins it against the wall]

[10 minutes has passed, and the kissing turns into a full makeout session]

[Both of their mouths finally let go of each other leaving a string of saliva between them]

M!Reader/Rye cookie : W-wow.....

M!Reader : W-well I guess you'll be taking the jewelries back

Rye cookie : huh.... O-oh! Right

[M!Reader checks his pocket]

M!Reader : H-huh?! W-where is it?!

Rye cookie : Oh right

[pulls the jewelries out of her pocket]

Rye cookie : I actually stole it from your pocket 5 minutes ago

M!Reader : What!? Then why did you not leave immediately?

Rye cookie : Cause what we were doing just then felt....

[Turns her head away blushing]

Rye cookie : Nice....

[Both of you start to blush like crazy]

M!Reader : I guess it's your time to leave to y'know return the jewelries

Rye cookie : Y-yeah

[Leaves the alleyway]

Rye cookie : ......Hey!

M!Reader : Hm?

Rye cookie : see you later....

M!Reader : Y-yeah....

[Rye returns the jewelries to the owners although she didn't turn you in she still gets some reward for returning the jewelries back]

[She then visits a saloon bar to get a drink and while she wait for her drink she comes to a conclusion]

Rye cookie : .........Shit I'm inlove

[not gonna lie I was blushing writing this one-]

[arcade-writing]

Hello!! I wanted to possibly request a ghost x trans male reader smut? Possibly w knifeplay and breeding?

Also hope you are doing amazing!! 🫶

Long overdue

🍋 nsfw

Pairing: Simon "ghost" Riley x transmasc! reader

Warning: fem & masc ways to describe readers body, implied T-dick, mating press, sir kink, breeding kink, some talk of pregnancy and family, overstimulation, minor knife play, teasing, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected sex, reader is made semi flexible for these positions to work, stomach bulge, pussy slapping, edging, sadistic! Simon, masochist! Reader, manhandling, slight pregnancy kink, possessive sex, he's harsh yet sweet

Ngl when it comes to breeding kinks I'm abit out of my element. I'm not exactly sure what people wanna hear. So I hope this wasn't too bad 🙏 it's one of those kinks that's pretty new to me as a concept I get and isn't one I usually read

Normalize trans men discussing these kind of things without judgement in a dominantly cis male environment. Men can be fathers and "mothers" (if they'd like to use that term) and I don't think that's a bad thing. People want what they want and things like this shouldn't be so strict with gender.

I wanna apologize for taking so long to getting back into writing, I'm sure if you're following me you'll know I've been pretty inactive and focusing a lot of my oc's at the moment. I got deep brainrot and got some other personal stuff that's really sapping me of my motivation. I kept getting a lot of burn out and it's honestly annoying because I still have things I'd like to write. I like to make jokes that it's asexual burn out; just too much sex stuff but low-key starting to feel like that may be it.

I hope this can make up for it or atleast, show I'm still interested in writing for y'all

It wasn't often you were allowed to breathe. Able to just walk the streets without firing your gun at the enemy. You let out a sigh as you and the team patrolled the city streets, people clearing out of your way. Avoiding your eyes as you watched them roam. It wasn't often you let yourself think; it was risky in a profession like this. Letting your mind wonder could be the fatal mistake that finally gets you killed.

But here you were. Longing gaze at a couple across the way. A baby gurgling and squealing in their hands. You use to think baby fever was a myth; you weren't, what you considered, parent material. Besides, the chances of you having one after taking hormones for so long were slim. You doubted you could anyway.

Was it because you were in a relationship? Well - could you call it that? It was complicated but you did find Simon more than attractive even if there were times his personality could be less than ideal. But you were no sunshine and rainbows either. War changes you.

You never had much of a instinct for those type of things but yet. You couldn't look away. Couldn't stop the somber twist of envy in your gut, placing your hand on your stomach. You just wanted to pinch it's cheeks. It was almost aggravating how cute that baby was. Smiling and laughing. Their soft chubby cheeks still marked with the food they were eating. Blonde Stray wisps of hair.

"something the matter?"

"ah-! Oh, no, just - isn't that baby so cute?" You cooed. Shoulders slumping as you smiled up at your fellow solider.

Soap shook his head, an airy laugh leaving him. "That's what gotten you so distracted?"

"what! I can't help it! It's like seeing a kitten, so cute and so- AUGH-!"

You wanted to slap yourself. What was coming over you? This was really getting embarrassing.

"Why don't you say hi to the wee bugga?" Soap suggested. "We can take a short moment to say hello, can't we lieutenant?"

"alright." He sighed, shaking his head sound more thant reluctant at the question. "But no more distractions, after that." He gave you a pointed look as he jabbed his finger at you. You hastily nodded.

You, Soap and Ghost, who insisted on lurking behind you, all marched closer.

"hello." The couple greeted. Nervous smiles struck on their faces. Eyeing the guns strapped to all of you.

"Greetings, who's this?" You asked, raising a brow as you waved at the baby. You almost let out a gasp as the babies fat finger wrapped around yours. Pulling your hand closer to it's face.

"Ah, this is our son, Gabriel."

You hummed, laughing as the baby refused to let go of your hand. For a being so small, they had such a strong grip. You tried to gently pry yourself but the baby just let out an "Augh" in defiance.

"Strong grip, no doubt he'll be a real fighter when he's older - maybe we'll have the honour of meeting again, protecting families like yours."

The couple nodded. Cooing at their baby as it tried to take a bite of your finger.

"looks just like ya, twins you are." Soap huffed out a laugh, jabbing Simon in his chest, his voice soft. It was a surprise you even heard it. You heard Ghost let out a grunt, no doubt rolling his eyes. Your eyes wandered from Ghost back to the baby. You could see the resemblance. It was really in the eyes, same shade of blue.

You wonder.....would Simon be a good father...? You know he has family issues so you doubt he had any desire to have this own. But maybe he did? Somtimes he'd make small comments that left your heart racing; the implication was there but you never really took the chance to think about it too deeply.

You shook your head. Finally, little Gabriel let go of your hand and you sent the family a wave goodbye. As you walked you kept letting those thoughts pile. "I wouldn't mind having a kid...." The words suddenly blurted out of your mouth. You could hear a choke from one of the other men.

"Oh? Wouldn't think you'd be interested, considering-" Soap said as he gestured to you up and down. Cringing a little at his own words.

"usually I wouldn't really be jumping to the idea but- who knows, besides I can adopt If I felt like it."

Your eyes locked With Simon's. He was staring at you. His emotions were completely hidden. You couldn't tell what he was thinking at all. Just staring. Digging holes into your very being. He remained mostly silent for the rest of the patrol. Making a few snarky comments here and there usually prompted by Soaps endless chatter and jokes.

When you met up with the rest of the team they were all laughing. The enjoyment of a more relaxed day getting to all of you, leaning on the table as they chatted amongst themselves.

"This trouble maker here, made us stop for to say hi to a baby, already trying to enlist the new forces."

You groaned as you shook your head, the team chuckling as they watched your frustration. "I thought it would be a nice comment to make!"

You let out a sigh. "it's just- I don't know, I'm thinking about my life after this, ya know? When we finally get back home, I can't be the only one who's wanted to start a family."

"you ain't." Gaz shrugged. "Plenty of men here think about it - some more than others." He scowled a little in slight disgust. Remembering the horrendous locker talk he's heard from other Soldiers.

"I've never considered getting pregnant but hey, I also didn't think I'd be enlisted in the army for this long."

The team let out another bark of laughter. "You're telling me." Price teased.

Simon grabbed your shoulder, you snapped your gaze up to him immediately, lips parting as he glared down at you. "I need to have a word with you." He looked at the rest d the team. "In private."

There was a chorus "oooooh" from Soap and Gaz as price told them to pipe down. You nodded and followed Ghost out of the hall, trying to keep up your confidence as he lead you to his room. You looked side to side to make sure you wouldn't be spotted before following him In.

You couldn't deny the fire that burnt at your veins. Anticipation slowly boiling you from the inside as you waited for his next words.

"Pants, off."

The door slammed behind you. A loud twist of the lock confirming your privacy. You tried not to grin as you began to undo your trousers. Slipping free from the heavy material as you stepped towards him.

"jacket aswell." He sat on the bed, arms folded as he watched you. You could just see the peak of outline of his cock through his pants. It made your head spin as you began to shrug off your jacket. Leaving you in your boxers and undershirt.

"Someone's desperate." He teased.

A small noise of confusion left you as he curled a finger towards himself, motioning you towards him. You shuffled over as he grabbed at your thighs, parting your legs.

"Written all over your face, begging to get fucked like the slut you are."

You gasped, breath hitching at his words. Chewing at your lip as he pulled you towards him. His hands trailing between your legs, parting your sex with his thumbs through the fabric of your underwear. Shivering at the sensation.

"Just want this needy cunt of yours used, don't you?"

You nodded. He let out a laugh, enjoying how shy you're getting under his attention. He patted the bed and you immediately climbed on, he settled himself behind you. Keeping your legs wide for him.

"let's get it nice and wet for me, so I can fuck you properly."

His fingers reached between your legs. Immediately finding your dick, considering how often he fucks you there was no doubt he could do it blindfolded, beginning to rub and tweak as he felt your dick throb under his touch. Easing you into the pleasure before he gave it a small pinch. You cried out at the sudden explosion in your nerves. His fingers suddenly speeding up. Your eyes fluttering as you leaned into him.

"Simon-!" You sobbed out. His fingers continued to mercilessly rub at your dick through your boxers. A prominent wet patch forming as you squirmed. His legs locked around yours, making it impossible as you tried to wiggle away from his touch. Your head threatening to fall into the mattress as you used one hand to keep you propped up. Your nails digging into the sheet.

A sudden smack made you squeal. His gloved fingers smoothed over your clit. Gently rubbing it as you bucked your hips. Returning to his fast pace as soon as he could see you unstiffen. Rushing you back over that edge as the cord in your stomach tightened- oh god- SMACK-! you cried out as you throbbed. You were so close....

"Look at you - so desperate." Another smack.

"Please Simon- I've been good-" he rubbed slow tight circles, letting out a hum. "Please let me cum." SMACK. you mewled at the sting as your eyes rolled back. "I've been so good sir-"

Choking on your gasp his fingers suddenly sped up. Your hips kept bucking into his touch as he lightly pressed down. TOO MUCH- OH - FUCK- your orgasm crashed over you. You didn't even realize how loudly you screamed. Hips stuttering in the air as your back arched violently. Stars in your vision never fading as he only continued. Letting out a sob as your second orgasm was forced out of you.

"p-please-! Too much-!"

"I'm giving you what you want."

You gripped his hand as you whimpered. Grinding into his ruthless touch. Your third orgasm speeding towards you. Stars filling your vision once again before it was ripped from you. His hand stilling completely as he rubbed your hips. Soothing your twitching muscles. You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a whine.

"you're soaked through." He stated. Sliding the knife from his thigh strap. Trailing the full edge up your shaky thighs. With ease he twirled it between his fingers, pointing the dull side of the blade to your clothed cunt. Dragging it slowly along the wet patch, moving the knife to the bed.

"You're desperate for a cock you can't even handle."

He guided your hips back, your sexes pressing together as he harshly thrusted forward. You rolled your hips back, looking back at him with your lip between your teeth. Pleading eyes staring into his own.

"I will - I'll take it-" you whined out as you keir grinding against him. "Please.... fuck me."

You stumbled as he suddenly pushed you forward. Standing up, holding the knife with a firm grip. He circled around, now before you, grabbing hold your leg as he yanked you towards him. Snatching both of your ankles in his hand as he positioned you to his liking. You whimpered as your back hit the mattress, staring up at him through glossy vision. Trying to restrain the smile threatening to appear on your lips.

You loved it when he was like this. Manhandling you. Ruining you. You could see that fire in his eyes shine everytime he left another mark on your skin. Everytime he made you drool and sob from overstimulation. You knew he'd only give you what you can handle; he'd never push you further unless you begged.

"You wanna get fucked, huh? Ain't you cute, begging for me." He scoffed out a laugh. The knife in his hand tugging the fabric of your boxers. Marveling at how the material was practically glued to you. Completely soaked from your previous Orgasms.

The dull side merely grazed you; leaving you whimpering. Breath hitching as the cold metal stung at your heat. "Hold still."

And you did. Holding back every urge to flinch as he slashes and dragged the knife through your cloths. Barely hitting a snag from how sharp it was. Completely exposing you; his eyes were trained on the glistening sheen sticking to your thighs. Clenching at air as you clutched the bed.

He shoved the knife back into it's holder. Tugging at the belt of his pants. You couldn't stop the small trail of drool escaping past your lips as you watched him take out his cock from his boxers. Giving himself a few slow jerks, smearing his precum along the thick head.

"please.....Sir... please....." Your legs already felt strained as he kept your ankles locked tight in his grasp. Threatening to push them over your head as he rubbed his cock against your weeping folds. The tear in your boxers keeping him flushed against you as he grinded. You mewled as it peaked out. Your hand shakily reaching out, rubbing the head of his cock as more pre-cum began to ooze. Biting your lip as you pushed it back down to your hole. Guiding him inside, letting out a whine each time it came out. Smacking against your clit.

"seems I need to prep you more, still so tight." He let out a breathy chuckle. Taking joy from your desperation but you weren't gonna quit. You shifted your hips up more, Aligning yourself up to him. Practically pulling his cock deeper inside with each clench. "atta boy -" He let out a groan as he finally snapped his hips against your ass.

Adjusting himself more as he crawled onto the rigid mattress. Putting you into a mating press. Your hands clawed at his arms as he thrusted into you. Each smack of skin echoing through the room. Only getting drowned out by the sounds of your moans.

"fuck- feel that?" His fingers pressed into your stomach. You could feel the bulge twitch everytime he fucked into you. "Like how that feels? Stuffed and feeling that pretty tummy of yours get bigger - bet a slut like you would want more."

"how about this big?" His hand hovered just above you're stomach, you could hear the grinning in his voice as you whined. "Or...this Much?" He kept raising his hand, "You'll get a nice belly after I'm done, won't stop until I know you're stuffed, you want to keep being bred? Tell me, use your words."

you finally broke, letting out a pathetic sob as you nodded. "PLEASE-! breed me- take me- I want it- I want you-!"

"That's it, good boy."

He let go of your ankles, knees digging down into the mattress as your clutched your thighs, holding them in the air as his hands planted either side of your head. Angling his thrusts into that perfect spot that had you clutching and shaking around him. His pace brutal as he slammed down into you. you could barely catch your own breath from how fast he was fucking into you.

"Who do you belong to? Say it." He grabbed your chin, holding you in place as your eyes fluttered. Drool pooling out as you tried to let out the words form a knot in your throat.

"You sir-!"

"and who's the one fucking you like this? Making you feel good." His voice was deep. Practically growling. His face was still covered by his mask but you could see that spark in his eyes. glaring down at you, challenging you.

"you sir-!"

He leaned down, you let out a loud squeak as he was about to hit even deeper inside. Eyes locking as he spoke once more. His breathing growing more heavy.

"and who the fuck am I?"

"Simon-!!" He rolled back his lips and slammed into your hole. Letting out a deep growl from his throat as he tried to regain his energy. Settling for hard deep thrusts.

"Louder."

"Fuck- SIMON!"

As soon as he was able to get his pace back he was fucking you like it was a end of the world. Wasting no time; the head of his cock kissing that pleasure spot over and over. His pelvis grinding against your puffy clit as you tried to meet his thrusts.

"That's right, scream it for everyone to hear, let them. Know who's taking you." He was panting, eyes rolling back as he felt how tightly you were hugging his cock. You were so close already. He could feel it. Feel how you gushed. Could listen to wet slap of your pussy for hours knowing it was him that was doing this. Knowing he was the one ruining you for any other man. He practically built you to be his perfect toy to fuck.

"Stuff you full - want me stay inside you? Keep you nice and plugged up or would you rather I put a thick toy in that desperate cunt of yours? Have you walk around and act like my cum isn't trickling down your thighs."

"I know they want a piece of you, I can see how they look at you, I wonder how they'd like watching you spread those nice legs of yours and show off how much I stuffed you - watch it drip out and all over the floor."

He couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. "Bet they'd beg for a taste."

You couldn't even bring yourself to speak. Far too flustered to even think. You could see it in your mind so clearly. Shivering as you could feel the phantom sensation of lips between you legs; hungrily sucking as they taste you and Simon's cum.

"clenching so hard - that got to you, didn't it?"

"Simon- I'm gonna-"

You squealed as he pinched your dick. Legs clamping down onto his waist as you tried to jumped away from the sting.

"Not until you admit it."

Your mouth open and closed. Grasping at words that melted immediately on your tongue.

"You want to be everyone's little whore, spent up toy for the team, get bred by so many men, hell- pass you around one by one - is that why you were so insistent on acting up this morning? Trying to get them thinking about how much they'd want they to knock you up."

You cursed as he began to rub your clit. Tapping it with his thumb before moving it into tight circles. "YES-! FUCK-! SIMON-!"

He let out a shaky groan as his hips slapped into your ass. Burying himself inside completely as you came, ricocheting his own release. Thick ropes of cum coating your cunt as he fucked it inside you. You went limp as he kept filling you up. Revealing just how pent up he was. Completely stuffing you with his one load already.

You panted as you laid there. He rubbed up and down your trembling thighs. The ache soothing under his firm touch as he rolled onto his back. Keeping himself flushed to you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he moved your hips for you. Slowly fucking you up and down his cock as he spilled every last drop inside.

"Fuck...." He sighed. Hips stuttering as he slowly grew limp. "That's it, take it all, good boy."

You whimpered as he locked his arms around your middle. Keeping you pressed against him as you both panted. Completely wiped out. You nuzzled into his shoulder as you felt your eyes begin to close. Needing a few minutes to regain your energy. With how lively that look in his eyes still were, you'd need it - especially feeling how his cock was now semi hard again.

He was going to make good on his words.

[ignoredbellyaches]

HE NEEDS ME, HE NEEDS ME... PT 2

WARNINGS/TAGS: continuation of first part posted yesterday, afab!reader, ambiguous reader story (plug in your own self), no dialogue, not proofread we die like men

PT 1

30 years had passed, and surprisingly, you stayed in Gravity Falls despite what you could easily categorize as the top five most awkward and horrific marriages.

You knew, at least partially, what "Stanford" or "Mr. Mystery" was doing in his free time. You gave him knowing looks or an occasional nod whenever you would see him in town— never going as far as to approach back the hellscape of a shack you ran from. Instead, you opted for a comfortable distance from that... Mess.

But when the Earth kept having "hiccups" as the townsfolk called it, then you could see the electricity go out in all of the town, and that damned blue light in the woods... You knew. You knew your husband had returned to you. To home.

It was like your legs moved on their own, running even in your older age, to him.

You don't know why you did. It was like you were waiting for him to come back, like a lost puppy waiting for her master to come back.

how sad is that?

When you entered that basement, closing the door behind you in fear of authorities, you came down to see that the 30 years passed hadn't been pretty on the lab you used to clean and dust for your once loving husband.

However, you could see the 30 years were pretty to him.

Out of breath, you stand in the corridor, Ford and Stan having some kind of talk to the two Pines twins and the repairman.

You saw him in all of his glory, making you nostalgic yet intrigued at his new appearance. His hair was longer, messier, and somehow poofier, like it'd been in zero gravity. He bulked up quite a bit, opting out of his lab uniform to a rugged scavenger look. Back then, he worked out for health reasons, but this survival build was... New. Attractive. Exciting.

Or atleast it would be, if reality hadn't rained on your parade.

It seems Ford had noticed a shift in the air, eyes on him, like it was second nature. His hand leaves his pen and he pats his coat side, feeling his trusty gun. Ready to face any threat, he faces towards the hall only to see... You.

Silver hair suited you.

Ford's mouth dried, and his once confident hold on his gun hesitated as he watched you shy away at the eye contact. You still cowered at the sight of him.

But, something had changed. No, this was the first time he had ever cowered at the sight of you.

...

requests/asks are open : )

[four-leaf-loco]

Okayyy but Halsin/Gale is underrated!!!! But also I need to analyze it to the last detail before bed so please excuse any like anything. My brain is so empty 😅

Both intellectuals, albeit in different fields. Halsin obviously enjoys medicine as a topic of research but he also does druidic magic and practices! He does a lot of academic shit. Halsin is just wayyyy more humble about it, i.e. doesn't make it his personality (though I love that facet of Gale's character/genuine)

On that note, I think Gale would think Halsin respectable for his attitude. Because Halsin is loving and caring for others. It's a mostly selfless pursuit, but also one of passion (a passion or duty, frankly I'm not too sure on certain subjects), and I think Gale would appreciate him.

Wizardry is a sorta selfish pursuit vs. medicine

Halsin I think would be amused, lovingly, of Gale's passion in his general demeanor, when he's emotional and open (like the spider scene, the romance scenes, the others I'm forgetting lol). Gale sticks to his morals and guns, even if such is gray, or from base emotions like disgust. But nature is gray, too. I don't think there would necessarily be jealousy but maybe longing to be allowed to be capricious with his own emotions too.

Halsin is very silly. So is Gale. They are silly men, inherently. In one way or another, on purpose or not.

Both miss so many social cues, good gods the audhd relationship we all need.

Both extremely loving!!!!!!!! They obviously love their partners very much. Halsin once again is different bc he is polygamous and Gale, atleast in the midst of the story, is not. It's debatable Gale's source of feelings about poly, but that is a major difference btwn them

The debated brothel scene where Gale flees, because why we aren't exactly sure specifically, only that he was uncomfortable in some way. Horny? Yes. Complicated? Also yes. But also this I sorta interpreted as Gale maybe in the past, or still a little bit, being on some level okay with (informed and mutually consenting) flings outside the relationship. Maybe Mystra ruined it for him? Who knows. But I do think once he is more secure he would be okay with Halsin's style more.

I think if they were together, Halsin would be understanding though. But Gale would have to be too, that Halsin's heart could not be contained, but that he still loves Gale all the same.

But they could definitely make it work, I do think.

Post game arcs, I think it will go well with Gale's "good" endings, where he relearns to be appreciative of the mundane, without giving up his passions. Becoming a teacher, a househusband, explorer. Whatever ending happens, Halsin would have a home for him with open arms. You just know Gale would love those kids to death too. Maybe he'd teach the kids from time to time, take them on illusory trips, give them spoils of Waterdeep. But usually he will teach them to cook, help them with questions, tuck them in. Maybe his mother would visit too, with Tara. Bc obviously these are his kids now, and Morena's grandchildren.

NSFW

Also you just KNOW the sex is raunchy, magical, and kinky af. Vines. Astral twister. Wild af positions if Gale's knees can keep up. All the damn time if they could. The furniture they have to replace, Halsin just stops making the beds and furniture in general with legs bc they always break. Don't be remiss either Gale tops too. They're both constantly trying to out pleasure each other. Essentially fighting to get on top, or get the other to settle onto the bed.

[petew21-blog]

Let's run some tests

"Won't let her get away this time" I said to my new reflection

My girlfriend of two years decided to split up right before I was ready to propose to her. All that cause she was working as a veterinary nurse with this guy, Dr. Omar. She said she didn't cheat, but she said she fell in love like never before. I couldn't let her get away. She was the best woman I ever met. I had to do everything to get her back

Maybe it was luck, maybe a trickster god, but I do owe him. I woke up as Omar the next day that Alisha moved out. I was shocked, everyone would be.

He was not a bad looking guy. But in my previous body I was a bit... how do I say this. Well, maybe slighty against some minorities. So even thought it was meant for me as a blessing, I was having a hard time at first, waking up with a different skin tone. So what a guy from Nebraska like me might not have a great mind set

That changed when I discovered I could be grateful for the body I was now in. Slight hairs over the chest, veins popping out everywhere. Damn, chicks are gonna dig this. Especially Alisha. If my balding head and belly fat was the thing that made her not love me, than so be it. I am improved now.

As I proceeded in my examination, revealing a very nice surprise in the boxers. A message from my ex-girlfriend popped on the screen. "Hey, wanna meet later. I am at the beach now, but I am up for dinner or sth."

"Hey, sure. The beach sounds better tho" I sent to her. She rewarded me with a photo in her swimming suit, revealing the beautiful body I already knew

I took a photo of myself in a vest with a sthetoscope. Even if she won't like it I may keep the photo for myslef. The chicks love animals and they love doctor. Man, being an animal doctor must be like a lottery for them

Another message popped up on the screen. It was my old body. He wanted to meet up and talk about what happened. Great. Right on time

I met him at the edge of the town. He was nervously stepping around the car. He then approached me, being scared what might happen to him in my body. I stayed confident. He can't hurt me now. I don't have to do anything. I threatened him, that if he was gonna say anything to anyone, I will find. Not that anyone would believe him. I was almost ready to leave, but then he stopped me

"If you won't fix this, I will reveal everything I did in my body that will ruin your career and drive Alisha away from you"

Fuck. Maybe he does have advantage after all. Or maybe not

"Ok, stay here, I'll go get my phone and we can discuss how to revert this. Ok?" he agreed with me and stayed at his car.

What he didn't expect was that I prepared a dart gun with anesthaethic and shot the dart at him. He screamed in pain, cursed at me, while I just laughed. He stumbled and fell on the ground, still trying to get up

I got over him, enjoying how he was trying to fight the effects.

"Sorry, for that. I might have given you a higher dose. I gotta get used to being a doctor now haha. But before I do anything else to you know this. NO ONE! IS GONNA GET BETWEEN ME AND ALISHA! SHE IS MINE!!!"

The fear in his eyes remained even as his body's heart failed. Atleast he won't bother us anymore. Now, gotta fix everything before my date tonight with Alisha. I am lucky that I already know her and know what to say in advance. I am so excited!

Story submitted in inbox: Would you do a story with an man swapping bodies with the hunky doctor currently dating his ex girlfriend?

[yumeko2sevilla]

"Surely having a break at a time won't hurt anyone, right?"

Amaterasu's outfit for the School-Side Staycation event belongs to @ashipiko! This is the first time I do fanmade cards for my OCs, so super sorry if it came out weird:(( Voicelines and notes are under the cut!

[VOICE LINES]

Groovy: [LOCKED]

Summon: "I sincerly hoped there wouldn't be any potential troubles today.. Oh well."

Set Home: "Let's give it a shot! That's what Tsukuyomi said."

Home Idle 1: "You look pretty today as well. That outfit suits you."

Home Idle 2: "I saw Lilia-sama and Tsukuyomi brought some mysterious pots. Hoped it wasn't food, or atleast nobody would eat it."

Home Idle 3: "Epel-sama has somehow persuaded KAFU to go to the party with him. I'm sure that they would keep Epel-sama from doing any pranks that I do not want to involve under any conditions."

Home Idle 4: "Ashi-sama had that kind of charms in her, one that make people feeling easy to talk about. Hmm? You agreed too? Guess we had that in common."

Home Idle Groovy: [LOCKED]

Home, After Login: "Shall I dance with you? Just kidding, I have no experience in dancing."

Home Taps 1: "Please watch out for the water balloons. Apparently, that teasing brother of mine has done something to them, putting paints in those."

Home Taps 2: "Minako-sama, please for the love of Great Sevens, don't bring any bazookas to the party. Even it was for entertainment, just don't."

Home Taps 3: "Grim-sama, I know you're staring at that pot of food. But I wouldn't eat it if I were you. Please."

Home Taps 4: "You have been strangely silent- Gah! Water guns? Oh then you want a fight that will last for centuries. Bring it on."

Home Taps 5: "My hair? Oh, Kalim-sama styled it. I don't really bothered with the look overall, but I noticed how Yukiharu-sama looked jealous. Lovebirds."

Home Tag Groovy: [LOCKED]

[NOTES]

Ocs mention: Ashi belongs to @ashipiko, Minako belongs to @queen-of-twisted and the rest (Tsukuyomi, Yukiharu and KAFU) belongs to me!

Congrats for 1k followers, Ashi!

@achy-boo @writing-heiress @queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @abyssthing198 @kousaka-ayumu

[fangirlmedstudentblog]

A few more hours before we all have the My School President final episode in our hands 😭

Ok so for those of you not on twitter, p'au had a live interview thing where he dropped some very important information about tinngun and tiwpor scenes (atleast it felt like it to me) So brief translated stuff from on there:

A lot of the actions from the classroom tinngun scene were improvised by gemini and fourth. These are:

-the position sitting on desk

-the position tinn bends down a bit to match height

-the hand on shoulder

-the hand rubbing tinn’s head

-the hand holding

-the line ‘how lovely’ when tinn goes to gun’s mom

They’re all improvised.

(You can't see me right now but I'm just a tiny bit devastated right now because WOW)

Y'all don't know just how i went low-key feral over this scene just ask sarah lol and to learn that it was IMPROVISED 😭😭😭

Then parts of the scene where Tinn gives Gun that music box also had improvised dialogues!!

AND LAST but NOT THE LEAST

The ICONIC TIWSON LINE "I WANT TO EAT YOU" was ALSO IMPROVISED

LIKE THE WAY I GASPED

So, with that I'll be leaving you all with this knowledge to think until we get the episode

[minleegyu]

Let me help [SFW]

Synopsis : taking care of sick tyun (:<))

Warnings : fluff, angst

Word count : 819

Pairing : tyun × fem!reader established!relationship non idol!au

The sun melted into the sky, leaving a soft glow out the window of your shared apartment. You just got off your 9-5, only distraction during your work being your stubborn boyfriend.

Taehyun would never slack off on work or find extended excuses to take the day off. If anything, it would be the opposite. Seeing how he is, getting sick or feeling lightheaded wouldn't surprise anyone. You couldn't stop thinking about his condition the morning he left for work, eyes barely agape, red and swollen. Oh, and you could tell he had neck pain from how long his hand rested there.

But he would never tell you.

Taehyun loved you with all his soul. Why would he want to worry you? That's what he thought atleast. But it was far from what you felt. All you felt was that uncomfortably hurt feeling that would creep up on you, pulling you into a distressed, pensive feeling about him.

You knew better than to think Taehyun wouldn't come home sick now. Your prediction proven right when he entered through the front door. His eyes which were glued to the floor met yours with a soft smile. You went over before he could move any further, holding his hands before saying " You're sick". His eyes couldn't lie anymore. " Why didn't you tell me?" You asked with misty eyes. "You never tell me".

You could see his body turn weak. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. He did the same back wrapping his arms around the small of your back. "I didn't want you to worry, love. I don't like seeing you worry". You removed your snugg head from his chest before looking at him with a poker face. "You think telling me nothing about how you're feeling, overworking yourself and not eating on time doesn't worry me?"

Tears flowed down your eyes as you finished your sentence. Like a habit, the pads of his thumbs came up to wipe your tears away before hugging you tighter than before. "Baby, fuck- don't cry, love" he spoke quickly to console you, his voice cracking in the process. You pulled away to look at him.

"Promise me". "Promise me you'll tell me when you don't feel well, and not overwork yourself". You said with a stern voice, laying your hand out in the cold air that surrounded you. He sighed before placing his palm on yours, with a kiss to your forehead. "I promise, love". You smiled softly, placing a peck on his lips.

"Go take a bath tyun, I filled up the bath". You said before taking his coat to hang.

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As soon as he got out from his bath, you handed medicine and his dinner. He smiled at you before taking it. Assuming that he'd probably want to eat it in your shared bedroom, you lifted the sheets making space for him to sit.

"Oh, and before you eat, I just wanna check your temperature". Before he could utter anything, you hovered the gun-shaped thermometer over his forehead. "Mhm, definitely have a fever Tae". He spoke back to your your remark saying, "I know, I know- don't lecture me again, angel". You sighed before urging him to finish his meal.

As soon as he finished eating, you both lay in bed legs tangled up underneath the warm sheets. His arms wrapped around you waist, with your hands softly playing with his hair. "You know, I actually had a date planned for tomorrow " he said vibrations running through his deep voice. "Really?" You ask surprised. "I'm sorry tyun, I wish we could go, but you're sick. You say with a pout. "But, if I feel any better or if you think i feel better tomorrow, then we can go. Or just have a movie night at home" he retorts. You smile against his chest a nod slightly, enough to make him notice.

"Then that's settled then" he says before getting up slightly to turn off the lights. Slipping back into the sheets, pulling the covers over both of you. " Taehyun?" You say with a soft voice, making him turn his head towards you. "I love you" you say wholeheartedly, sparking a burst of joy in his heart. "I love you too, pretty".

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