#crazy didn't expect that here ngl

[goryglass]

WAH thank you all for 50 followers already I honestly didn't expect to uuuuuuuuh gain followers terribly quickly over here but I APPWCIATE IT....

[leilanihours]

🎥, #34 + paige bueckerss😛

# YOU BE LIKING IT ROUGH, YOUR BODY SOFT AS A FLOWER

pairing: paige bueckers x fwb!reader

word count: 704

warnings: smut (MDNI), strap (reader receiving), vibrator (paige receiving)

prompt: "you like it when i'm rough?"

⭑ from lani: ts filthy asf im ngl...dirty talk go crazy...

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"GET OVER HERE," paige demands from behind you, roughly pulling you onto her strap.

"paige-"

"just shut up and come sit on my dick, y/n," she interrupts, slamming you down against her, "fuck."

you were currently sat in a cowgirl position - your back to paige as you slowly began to bounce on her.

when she called you not one hour ago saying she needed you, this was honestly exactly what you expected. she had just had a tough game against iowa, not being able to pull through a win.

this was how most of your time spent together went: one calls the other and they show up knowing exactly what they were in for - meaningless sex - no questions asked.

"shit, paige," you moan as you quicken your pace. you play with your own tits, toying with your nipples as the blonde sits back against her headboard watching you.

one of her hands hovers over your ass while the other rests behind her head smugly. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she watches the way your ass ripples against her hips.

"there you go, ma," she mumbles, it's almost inaudible due to the sounds of sex filling the air, "bounce on my cock just like that."

"you like how i take it?" you ask, wanting her to get pleasure out of this as well.

"fuck yeah i do," she groans, "so fucking sexy letting me use you like this."

"you want me to come on your cock?" you continue when you feel her buck her hips up into you with her star-athlete strength.

"yeah, baby, give it to me," she sighs, fucking into you harder. the change in speed causes a string of sinful curses and moans to fall from your lips, "you like it rough, don't you? you like it when i'm rough like this?"

you could practically her hear stupid smirk, but you couldn't lie to her, not while you were falling apart on her strap, "fuck yes, p, love it so bad."

"mm, you want me to fuck you like this more often?"

all you can do is moan in response as you feel your climax approaching. the knot in your stomach tightens and you reach down to rub your clit. and paige being paige, she notices everything.

"gonna come on my cock, ma?"

"yes," you whine, "please."

"hold it."

"what?"

"are you fucking deaf? i said hold it."

"paige, please-" you beg, but you're cut off with a swift slap to your ass from the blonde.

"nah, you're gonna wait for me like the good slut you are, got it?"

"shit- i can't-"

"yes you can, and you will," she demands.

you feel her grind up against you with a tone you've only witnessed a few times: desperation.

you suddenly remember that her strap had a vibrator at the base of it, which explains why paige kept bucking her hips up regardless of your own rhythm.

you don't know how much longer you can postpone your release, the knot in your stomach becoming impossibly tight as your pussy sucks the plastic inside you.

paige's hips are now pistoning against you as she chases her high. her hand wraps around to play with your tit, tweaking your nipple.

"fuck, want you to come with me, y/n," she groans.

"yeah?"

"yeah, i'm right there, ma, come all over my cock."

finally, you allow yourself to release, your juices dripping all over her strap and thighs. you feel her own wetness soak your ass as well as the back of your thighs.

paige slows her pace, coaxing both of you through the climax. you grind one last time against her before getting off the strap, which pressed against her still-sensitive clit and made her hips push up involuntarily.

"damn, paige," you pant as you roll over to lay beside her, "didn't think you had it like that."

"what?" she asks, eyebrows furrowed as she looks over at you.

"i didn't think you could fuck like that," you restate, "i mean, if i'm being honest, i thought you were highkey vanilla."

"the fuck?" she exclaims, "nah, that's just disrespectful. imma make you take that back."

"how?" you laugh, not registering what she means.

"i'll fucking show you how."

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

This moving arc is going crazy ngl. This season is really peak, JJK could never

I know you didn't even mean for this to be an ask but:

(Genshin Impact/GFL) How helpful Lisa, Eula, Noelle, Navia, Furina, Lumine, AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, and RPK-16 would be during your move

After fighting boxes and moving trucks for the last 6 straight days, this has been on my mind.

(Lisa) "Oof, these boxes are going to kill my back tomorrow...!"

Lisa has experience carrying heavy books from her days studying in Sumeru and being a Librarian in Mondstadt.

But do you really think this beautiful woman is going to help you carry the seventeen boxes of glass kitchenware that you have no recollection of even owning?

Absolutely not.

That is too heavy, even for her.

But at the very least when the moving and unpacking is over, she will give and demand the very best cuddles to recover from the process.

Expect her to say that she was sore with helping you last night in an intentionally weird way to get a rise out of you and anyone in the vicinity.

Help Rating: 2/5, Call Lisa in for the love, not for physical labor.

(Eula) "Good grief, how much dust is in here?!" ACHOO! "Ugh...! If this was some elaborate scheme just to hear me sneeze the entire time, I will enact terrible vengeance upon you!"

Quips of revenge aside, she is actually very helpful!

Eula can carry the boxes no problem, and makes sure to have the proper posture when doing so.

If she can swing her claymore around like they're nothing, then surely your belongings will be jut as trivial?

She is also extremely gentle putting down boxes that she knows is full of your stuff.

The only real negative thing you have to deal with is just her constant muttering if a box is giving her too much trouble.

Help Rating: 3/5, You now swear vengeance upon the boxes thanks to Eula saying it over and over

(Noelle) "Please, allow me! I can have these put away in no time!"

The boxes will be hearing boss music upon Noelle's arrival.

For when there is a mess, Noelle is inevitable.

She somehow packs everything into the boxes into such an impossibly efficient manner, that you didn't know you could fit that much stuff into a small cardboard box.

Noelle also does it under a few hours without breaking a sweat.

The scary part is that she can go faster while keeping the same immaculate level of care if you give her a kiss on the cheek or praise her.

And it'll mean even more to her by the fact you're still helping her. It's the thought that counts!

Help Rating: You don't even need to be there/5

(Navia) "Here, just tell me where these boxes are going in your new home. Packing? Hm, no need!"

You know what she does instead of packing herself?

She hires someone else to do it.

When it comes to more personal items, she'll gladly help you wrap it carefully and with love.

But all your furniture?

Yeah, no. That's what the hired help is for.

You and Navia will be directing people left and right where to place the furniture and boxes of your belongings without really needing to lift a finger yourself.

Help Rating: 5/5, the best help is the kind where someone else does the entire job for you.

(Furina) "Oh, it is about time you come to me for aid, dearest! Allow me to help!"

In the wise words of Sergeant Johnson:

"Hmph, MY ASS!"

This woman didn't even unload her boxes when she moved into her apartment, what makes you think that she'd help you unload your stuff properly?

She may be an Archon but her arm strength and experience with moving is next to nothing.

Furina will act all cool and try to lift a box only for it to nearly collapse on her, or throw her out her back.

Her little familiars can't help with your boxes since you know, they're made of water.

But at least the pouting face she'll make will be cute. Kinda like Aqua, huh?

Help Rating: Just get Clorinde or Neuvillette, don't ask the blue gremlin/5

(Lumine) "We really need to get you a teapot! Anyways, let's get to work!"

Lumine doesn't mind to help, and her arm strength despite her appearance is insane.

She'll be carrying 3-4 boxes like it's nothing, though she struggles to actually see anything in front of her.

Paimon helps as much as she can, so you get a 2 for 1 deal asking Lumine!

She's a little unused to moving furniture herself since Tubby and the Teapot took care of that for her own home, but she makes moving very fun!

Help Rating: 5+1/5, but Lumine will question your taste in decor.

(AK-12) "Ah, moving dorms? Well, at least it's within the base and not too far.~"

Even though 12 is a combat android, she can only lift so much.

She might complain about the servos in her arms going haywire and that you'll need to fix them, but in reality she's just teasing just to get a rise out of you.

And despite her eyes being closed, she has better sense of her surroundings than you do, not once bumping into anything or hitting the doorframes.

Once its finished, 12 will just say that you 'owe her one' for helping with the move.

Help Rating: 3/5, it'd be higher but she's too damn smug about lifting more than you.

(AN-94) "Moving assignment understood. Providing assistance."

94 is a little stiff about the moving process at first.

But as it progresses, she uncharacteristically gets distracted by the items you choose to keep and throw away.

She'll ask with a curious expression about why you're throwing away old but usable items, and 94 ends up learning a lot about you.

While the move itself is very normal, it ends up being a nice bonding experience for the two of you!

Help Rating: 4/5, very sweet

(AK-15) "This weight is trivial. Please, stand aside for a moment."

15 is an absolute monster when it comes to the physical labor.

She will stack the heaviest boxes into one pile and carry it without even moving her hair.

15 helpfully moves any of the things you'd struggle with, all the while her expression doesn't really change.

She'd question why you'd thank her for simply doing her job, but it's something she'll appreciate with the slightest blush.

Help Rating: 5/5, she can probably lift you, me, and the boxes in one hand.

(RPK-16) "Hm...I wonder if humanity were to go extinct right now, what would the new race think of finding your belongings?...Hah, your face! Don't mind me, just thinking aloud.~"

16 is not really that strong, but since she's an android, boxes aren't too bad of a gig for her.

After all, she lugs around an LMG.

Regardless, she helps you pack but be prepared to answer a LOT of questions on why you own the items you do.

Both out of genuine curiosity, and to annoy the shit out of you.

But hey, you'll at least get through the moving somewhat quickly thanks to her.

Help Rating: 3/5, Thanks to her, there's now a lot of weird cryptic questions floating through your mind. Such as if the bug that finds its way into the box knows that it had walked into its tomb?

[bridgertonbabe]

I’m popping this here in case you get the urge

But the great Cluedo incident of ‘19…

I need to know what happened!!

BSSG Group Chat

Penelope: So other than all of that

Penelope: How did you enjoy your first game night @ Phillip @ Michael?

Michael:

Phillip: ⬆⬆⬆

Michael: To say I didn't enjoy a single second of last night would be an understatement

Simon: Yeah sounds about right.

Phillip: I can't lie.

Phillip: I did google how to go about getting a restraining order.

Penelope: Honestly Phil that's fair

Simon: I did the same thing after my first game night with them

Phillip: Did you actually go through with it?

Simon: I really was on the verge of it ngl

Simon: But alas, I knew it would be far more trouble than it's worth.

Simon: And besides I should have known what I was marrying into after my first game of pall mall 💀

Penelope: And look as much as we love you guys, if the events of last night were enough to scare you off we'd completely and whole-heartedly understand if you wanted to go NC with the rest of the fam.

Phillip: Just one question

Phillip: Is it just game nights and pall mall that sets them all off like that?

Michael: Yeah we really need to know now if they're triggered like that by anything else

Michael: Because if so...

Simon: It's only anything competitive that sets them all off in that way.

Simon: You have my word on that.

Penelope: ⬆⬆⬆

Penelope: Yes and they're particularly at their worst when they're playing as a family.

Penelope: They really know how to push each others buttons but none of them know when to draw the line

Michael: Yeah no shit

Michael: I managed to pick up on that last night when I was trying to put out an actual fucking fire

Simon: I do have to say that last night was an all time low

Simon: They really were all at their absolute worst

Simon: Even I didn't think they could collectively be that bad, especially after the Pictionary incident of '16

Phillip: I mean I guess it's somewhat of a relief to hear that last night wasn't just a bog standard Bridgerton game night

Phillip: Though from the way you guys are talking about it and now with the mentioned "Pictionary incident", it seems their game nights are always a cause for concern and never fun in general

Michael: Very that

Kate: What?!

Kate: What are you talking about?

Kate: Of course game nights are fun!

Penelope:

Simon: Kate

Simon: Are you actually insane

Kate: Just because last night got a little bit crazy doesn't mean game nights on the whole aren't fun!

Phillip: A little bit crazy????

Penelope: Kate multiple people had to go to hospital last night

Kate: Yeah and?

Kate: It's not like it's the first game night we've ended up in A&E

Michael:

Michael: What do you mean this isn't the first game night that you've ended up in A+E?????

Phillip: ⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆

Phillip: ???????????????

Penelope: Kate 2 casualties as a result of a Bridgerton game night is to be expected but 9 is still nine more than any of us would like

Michael: 2 casualties...

Michael: 2 CASUALTIES IS TO BE EXPECTED?!?!?!?

Phillip: I

Kate: Omg Pen it wasn't 9 casualties

Kate: The doctors were just covering their arses with keeping most of them in over night

Kate: They were fine

Simon: They had smoke inhalation Kate

Michael: Your husband had his eyebrows burnt off

Penelope: Which is what happens when you and Anthony throw a tandem strop and set the kitchen alight

Kate: Objection!

Kate:

Kate: If you want to point the finger at who caused the fire then look no further than your wife @ Simon

Simon: First of all I wasn't pointing fingers

Simon: And secondly I was too busy trying to stem Greg's bleeding to notice the fire happening or who caused

Kate: Deflect all you want but your wife was the firestarter 🔥🔥🔥

Kate: The number of casualties was only so high because of her

Penelope: God I just hope Sophie's ok

Michael: Yeah ngl she's the only one I'm concerned for

Kate: I'm sure she's perfectly fine

Kate: Seriously you guys need to chill

Kate: I don't know why you're all being so negative about last night

Phillip: HYACINTH BOUGHT A FUCKING SWITCHBLADE TO A GAME NIGHT

Michael:

Kate: Omg why are you so mad?

Kate: It's not like she attacked you

Phillip: Oh and I should be so fucking grateful should I???

Phillip: That after attacking 3 others Anthony wrestled it off of her before she could get to me????

Michael: Who tf even let her have a switchblade in the first place???

Penelope: I did tell Colin he'd live to regret getting it for her

Phillip: And he got it for her because?!?!

Penelope: It was the one thing she asked him for when he was in Japan and he thought she just wanted it for ornamental reasons even though I explicitly warned him that definitely wasn't the case

Sophie sent a photo

Sophie sent a photo

Penelope: Omg Sophie!!!!

Penelope: 😍

Sophie: Everyone, meet Alexander 💙

Simon: Oh thank god, congrats Soph! x

Michael: Aw made up for you Soph, he's a right lil beauty! 😘

Phillip: Congrats Sophie 🤗

Penelope: He's so beautiful 🥰 how did it go?

Sophie: As smoothly as it could be considering he's 3 weeks early

Michael: I have to say Ben's rocking that eye patch

Sophie: I mean it's not exactly the get up I expected our son to meet his dad wearing but c'est la vie

Simon: How's Charlie finding being a big brother?

Sophie: I think he's more delighted with his dad looking like a pirate than with his baby brother tbh

Sophie: He very excitedly went to his dress up box and put on his pirate costume so he could be just like his daddy and refused to take it off when we were taking photos of him with Alex.

Sophie sent a photo

Penelope: Oh bless him he looks pleased as punch

Sophie: He couldn't hand Alex back to me fast enough so he could have a sword fight with Ben and make him walk the plank

Phillip: Btw just wanted to say Sophie that I'm really sorry that El accused you of faking your water breaking just to get out of the game.

Penelope: I'm sorry on Colin's behalf too Soph

Sophie: It's ok guys, I appreciate it and besides you were the ones who called the ambulance for me.

Simon: Unlike someone.

Michael: @ Kate

Kate: Omg Alex is absolutely gorgeous, congrats Soph! x

Simon: ...

Simon: Anything else you'd like to say?

Penelope: Yeah any apology to extend?

Kate: Ok ok ok

Kate: Sophie I know I didn't believe you were in labour and refused to call an ambulance

Kate: But from my side of things it just seemed really convenient that your contractions started just as you were losing

Michael: This isn't an apology???

Simon: Your newborn nephew isn't evidence enough that you were clearly in the wrong???

Kate: Ok fine I'm sorry for not calling an ambulance when you needed it Sophie!

Sophie: K.

Kate: But I will add, who's to say she didn't fake contractions and then get induced once she got to the hospital?

Sophie has left the chat.

Michael: Jesus fucking Christ

Simon has removed Kate from the chat.

Simon has added Sophie to the chat.

Simon: Don't worry I removed her.

Sophie: Thanks Simon x

Phillip: One more question.

Phillip: Did the Bridgertons corrupt Kate to be like that or was she god forbid like that anyway?

Penelope: Unfortunately Kate married in being equally as deranged as them in any competitive setting 😔

Michael:

Simon: Very that.

[hockeymenarehot]

Hiiiii your fics that I have read so far are literally AMAZING. Ngl your my new fav author on here my goodness those stories were making my stomach turn.

Could you please do a Tom Kaulitz 2007 smut, him and reader have to share a room unwillingly. The reader starts playing with his hair and he is low-key into it 😋 You take it from there queen because you are so creative it’s crazy.

THANK YOU SO MUCH 😘😘

"One Bed". Feat. Tom Kaulitz

YES! of course i can do this! i'm glad you enjoy my writing! i also kind of tweaked this a bit to go with another request for an enemies to lovers vibe w/ tom...honestly i love the one bed trope!! (sorry, this is coming out later than intended!!)

summary: not too long ago, you caught your (ex) boyfriend Tom at the bar with another woman. you were pretty pissed, and you still are. but you two agreed to travel together to see a mutual friend as long as you stay separated. however, you did not anticipate the room shortage...

warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, hotel sex, p in v, unprotected, slight edging, overstimulation, use of toys, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), praise, kinda mean Tom, he's sweet sometimes though?, cervix fucking, spanking, squirting, pretty much brat taming, creampie, you think he cheated but he didn't

"What the hell do you mean there's not enough rooms?! I paid for two!" your patience was wearing thin with the poor desk attendant who claimed there was a "room shortage for the holidays". Bullshit. "Ma'am, I've already explained this to you. We overbook expecting some cancelations. It's better for business this way." The woman at the desk was making sure to keep her distance from you. Your stance looked like you were about to leap over the desk and pounce on her at any second now. "Good for business-!?" You were cut short by none other than Tom Kaulitz, your cheating ex-boyfriend, lightly grasping your arm, afraid that if he put too much pressure you might seriously swing at him. You gave him the nastiest glare, he swore it pierced his soul. "Hey, there's no use in yelling at this poor lady. Let's just go to our room. It'll only be a night. I can sleep on the floor." He spoke in a gentle tone, this managed to ease your nerves a bit. You removed your sprawled hands from the desk, giving the desk attendant one final glare. You were also not too thrilled that he took her side. You grabbed your key and made your way to the elevator, Tom trailing behind.

You and Tom hadn't spoken a word since getting to your room. It truly was a small, one bed hotel room. Right when you set your bag down on the (quite hard) couch, you flopped down onto it with a exaggerated groan. "Okay I think you need to calm down. I get it, you would rather not be doing this. But can't you take a day to-" You quickly cut him off, still angry with him. You were angry he had the nerve to tell you of all to "calm down". This made your anger bubble back up. "Calm down? Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when you're here? How am I supposes to calm down after what you did to me!? I don't want to fucking hear it from you. Go back downstairs and sleep with the little hotel girl from earlier since you like to take her side so much. Not that you ever took my side." Okay, admittedly you were being pretty petty, but you didn't care. Not when the events that transpired were so recent. About 1 month ago you caught Tom at a bar giggling with another girl because apparently he hadn't realized that's the bar you were having your girls night at. You screamed at him, threw a drink at his face, and hadn't spoken to him since. Tom stared at you for a second, he was trying to let you be angry at him. Because truthfully, he shouldn't have been so sneaky when he honestly wasn't doing anything wrong. He was at that bar to catch up with his brothers wife, but mentioning that fact would probably make you begin to spiral even more. He really didn't want another drink in his face. So, for now he decided to let you scream and yell at him all you wanted, even if the words you spoke couldn't be farther from the truth.

It had been about 5 minutes of you yelling, and you were now laying on the bed quite literally sobbing your little heart out. You couldn't take it, all of your pent up emotions were bursting out and making an ugly mess of you. You thought about how this was probably the reason why he decided to cheat on you. Tom just sat on the edge of the bed, lightly stroking your thigh. You apparently hadn't noticed, but your body was subconsciously leaning into his touch. Once your rapid breathing had slowed and your tears dried up leaving dried makeup streaks on your face, he finally spoke. "I didn't cheat on you." You almost laughed, "What?" He drew in a large breath before he continued, still treading lightly. "You never gave me a chance to talk. But trust me, I don't blame you. Please hear me out on this." Once he had gotten your silent sign of approval, he slowly continued, "That woman? That was my Bills wife. She was just in the area, and I wanted the chance to catch up with her. Ask her how things were going. All I talked about was you, every single question she had, the answer was always you. She even recorded a video on my phone for you of her saying hi. Please, believe me. I know I shouldn't have been so secretive, I know that's my fault. But just please. Here's the video." Tom pulled out his phone to show you the video of who you now noticed was Bill's wife in that same exact bar saying hi to you, and explaining how she hoped all was well with you.

Right after the video ended, your heart dropped so low as you looked up at him it almost fell out of your ass. I mean, you had met Bill's wife before, but you hadn't gotten a good glimpse of her at the bar. Only of the back of her head. You knew she was a nice woman, and you were starting to realize that you probably should've let Tom explain himself instead of throwing a drink in his face. But when he pulled the "Baby, it's not what it looks like" line, you almost lunged at him.

This whole thing just added more on top of the emotions you were already feeling, and you began to cry again. "Tom," you shook out as you pulled him into an embrace, finally being able to feel him again "I'm sorry." You swear you had never held onto anything so tight in your life, and he was seriously about to crush you as well. But it didn't really matter. All that mattered was, yeah, you both fucked up but at least you still had each other. That night was a long night of exchanging explanations, and setting up boundaries as to how to deal with situations like this again. As well as how to work on managing your emotions...

It was getting pretty late, and you had just came out of the shower to find Tom laying down on the small couch. "Are you serious? You don't have to do that... Come sleep with me." Tom turned over to look at you, a bit surprised you could forgive so quickly. That had never been apart of your personality. But he was exempt from this, he assumed. "You sure? If you don't-" You stopped him, "I'm sure." and gave him a sweet smile. The both of you crawled into bed, and got into the position you normally get into. He placed the side of his face on your breasts and you used one of your hands to play with his hair, feeling him relax into you. He whispered out a small "I love you" that you almost didn't catch. To let him know you heard him, you craned your neck down and pulled him into a sweet kiss. Well, the kiss started sweet.

Tom had been left to just his hand, lotion, and some shitty magazines for way too long now. He missed you. A lot. What was supposed to be a simple sweet kiss now had your back to him and him aggressively thrusting his cock into you. You let out a string of moans, trying to stabilize yourself by putting your hands on his thighs. His chest was flush with your back, and his thrusts were relentless. "Tom!" He knew you loved this angle, it allowed you to feel every inch of him buried deep inside you. "Yeah? That feel good, y/n?" One of his hands came down to rub at your clit. "Think I've given you enough time to throw your little tantrum, gotta put whores like you back in their place." His minstrations had you a moaning mess, and you could already feel your orgasm flatly approaching. "Ah-! P-please!" Your pussy clenched tightly around him, a sign he knew you were about to cum. Right when your soft walls began to flutter he completely stopped all motion. "W-what?" You were confused, and you whined at the loss of stimulation. "You forget? Brats like you have to ask nicely to cum. Then I'll consider." He landed a harsh slap on both cheeks of your ass, causing you to his. "Im sorry! Please! Please make me cum!" He rubbed over both red marks, attempting to slightly soothe them before beginning his pace again. This time, he was impatient. He flipped you over onto your back, sprawling you out onto the bed before he pushed in and out of you at a fast pace. You could feel every vein on his cock at this angle, and his tip was practically brushing up against your cervix. The painful pleasure was almost too much, and you just barely remembered to ask to cum. "P-please, can I cum? Please, please please..." You were just babbling nonsense at this point, which made him laugh at the leverage he had over you. He leaned down, nipping the shell of your ear before he said "Cum for me, baby" and that was all the clearance you needed before you gushed all over his cock with a high pitched moan. All of your limbs twitched as he helped you ride out your high, your mind melting back down to earth. Your brain was still fuzzy, and you didn't catch how Tom leaned over to open the beside drawer, pulling out a small bullet vibrator. Once he waved it over top of you, your eyes widened. You obviously could think enough to understand what you were about to be subjected to, but not enough to question why it was in that drawer.

"Please" You mewled put, not sure if you were begging for him to use it on you or begging him not to. Either way, he turned it on, using it on the lowest setting as he rubbed it over your nipples. "Mh!" You let out a satisfied grunt at the stimulation being pressed to your nipples. Tom always worshipped every part of your body, and tonight he had neglected your nipples. The attention they were now receiving left you wanting more. You relaxed, parting your legs and letting the spread across the roughness of the hotel sheets. Tom trailed the small vibrator down the valley of your stomach, towards your already swollen clit. "Yeah, take it like the good slut you are. Just my cumdump, aren't you?" You nodded your head in agreement, making the best "Mhm" sound you could with how fried your brain was. You both knew this wasn't true. If you both were being completely honest, he was at your mercy. Tom pressed the vibrator up against your clit, and immediately started thrusting back into you. "Ah! Wait! T-Tom! Too much!" He laughed at you almost mockingly "You can do it. My sweet baby can do it." The way his tone could change at the drop of a hat only turned you on even more, and his sugar coated words coaxed you on to obeying him. "Ok... ok, just for -fuck- you." "Yeah, thats what I fucking thought." It didn't take too much longer for you to reach your high, and by the way you were squeezing him he knew, too. Tom decided you'd been through enough tonight and let you off easy this time. "My baby gonna cum on my cock? Come on, make a mess on me. Cum with me." Those words immediately flipped the switch inside of you, letting your pussy twitch around him and gush everywhere, making a mess all over his abdomen. Tom thrusted into you as deep as he could possibly go before cumming inside you. "Yeah, gonna take all the cum I give you." And you did, you took every last drop, squeezing him to milk him for everything he was worth.

The night ended with an exchange of soft kisses, giggles, whispers of sweet nothings, and a hot bath to ease your poor muscles. You might need a wheelchair for tomorrow.

Before you two left, Tom left a note on the bed thanking the hotel room attendant for bluffing for him, and left her some extra cash. He also apologized for the mess.

a/n: this was supposed to be released last night but I had other things going on! so sorry! but I hope you enjoyed! requests are still open, and if you've already sent one just know it's sitting in my drafts. remember to take care of yourself!

[multifandomimagin3s]

Pornstar Dancing [Soap MacTavish x Reader]

Summary: Taskforce 141 are assigned an undercover mission - (R/N) has to use 'equipment' which the military didn't give her. Her friend, Johnny, likes what he sees...

A/N: I was sitting listening to 'Pornstar Dancing' - My Darkest Days, and an idea came into my head. Ngl, this is basically p*rn without a plot but hwg~ *Also peep the Supernatural reference hehe*

mature themes, smut, minors dni. reader is AFAB

This was without a doubt one of the craziest things you've ever had to do for a mission - and that was saying something. 'Crazy' comes with the job, being part of 141 was never going to be a walk in the park and you never expected any less.

When Laswell had given you your file for the mission, you let out a laugh, thinking that she was joking. Spoiler alert - she wasn't. Your role was to go undercover to spy on the target - a Kingpin, no less - at a club, distracting him and his cronies to buy the rest of the team enough time to disable the security, get into position, and capture him. Now you may be thinking, "that doesn't sound too bad." "Oh, what type of club?" you may ask. A Strip club. Yep, tonight, you had agreed to be a stripper. On stage. In front of hundreds of people. In front of a Kingpin. And, in front of your team-mates. And it was safe to say that you were absolutely shitting yourself at the prospect of it.

So here you were - clad in a royal blue bra, panties and garter belt littered with sparkly diamantes. To match, Laswell had given you a set of clear Pleasers, with blue glitter throughout the heels and platforms of the shoes. It had to be said, the outfit did look good on you, which gave you a bit more confidence. But felt naked - in the literal sense, and given the fact you couldn't carry weapons on you that weren't pocket-sized. Can't hide a glock in your bra.

As you fluffed up your hair, one of the managers came over to say that you were up next. You gave her a tight-lipped smile and a nod, as she ushered you over to the side of the stage, just hidden behind the curtains. As if she were psychic, she brought over a tray with a shot glass and a bottle of tequila perched on it," Here you go - calms the nerves."

You thanked her, throwing the shot back, cringing slightly at the cool, burning sensation. The DJ picked up his mic, voice thick with exaggerated enthusiasm as he gave your queue, "Alright everyone, please welcome to the stage 'Bella Donna.'!"

"Belladonna? Like, the pornstar?" Soap questioned, curious as to why, out of all the names that you could have picked out, you went for that one.

Ghost rolled his eyes," The poison - Deadly Nightshade is also called Belladonna." His tone was clipped. He was used to Johnny's antics by now, they'd been working together long enough. But it didn't mean that it didn't get on his nerves any less.

"Hm, clever," Soap nodded - your codename whilst on the battlefield was in fact 'Nightshade' - you were given that mantle before your transfer to the 141 taskforce, given your skills on the battlefield; deadly. The song began, booming through the speakers. Johnny's gaze shot over to the stage, his jaw dropped as you sashayed down the runway towards the pole," Steamin' bloody Jesus..."

Johnny's eyes raked over your form as you swung gracefully around the pole in time with the music - the song was actually one of his favourites. Speaking of favourites, the underwear set you had on was in his favourite colour; the longer he looked the more he could feel his cock twitch in his trousers, and if he didn't look away soon he'd end up with a problem. But he couldn't look away.

He struggled to suppress a groan as you hung upside down on the pole, clutching it between your thighs. When and where you learned how to pole dance, he had no idea - but holy shit, you were good. He had to bite down on the knuckles of his clenched fist, trying to wish his growing hard-on back down.

"Focus, Sergeant," Price spoke concisely through his ear piece - with a subtle hint of amusement behind his words. Everyone in the task force knew that Johnny had a thing for you - he was hardly subtle about it either but had yet to make a move. He was your friend - he thought you wouldn't see him any other way, and didn't want to ruin your friendship if you didn't return his feelings.

Johnny cleared his throat, trying to make his words not sound s as strained as he felt, " Sorry, Sir."

Ghost chuckled slightly, so quiet that the music completely drowned it out. Oh, he was absolutely going to take the piss out of him later.

The Kingpin stood from his seat as the song was coming to an end, coming to stand at the end of the stage. Playing along with the facade, you pressed your back against the cool metal of the pole, spreading your legs slightly as you dropped down into a sort-of squat. You inwardly cringed at his appearance - a sweaty, greasy-looking creep.

He placed a large stack of money at your feet, giving you a salacious wink," Give me a private dance, Sweetheart."

I'd rather dance on your head, you prick. "Of course," You gave him a smile, picking up the wad of cash before standing to full height, towering over him. As the target turned to his cronies, you looked to the back of the room, seeing Ghost give you a nod - good to go. Your eyes met Soap's as he fixed you with an expression that you hadn't seen before.

"Lead the way, hot stuff," The voice of the slimy kingpin cut through your daze, as he held out his hand to help you down the steps at the side of the stage. Oh, what a gentleman, you thought sarcastically, taking his hand. His cronies stayed behind, dispersing into the crowd to go and do as they pleased while their boss was 'occupied.' Perfect.

The situation escalated rapidly after that. As soon as you got the Kingpin into one of the private rooms, Ghost was already there, hiding in the dark corner. He pounced, quickly punched the target out before he could let out any sound of alarm, tying his arms behind his back and a cloth gag over his mouth," Good work, Sergeant."

You nodded, letting out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

"Bravo 0-7 to Bravo 6 - target has been neutralised, over."

"This is Bravo 6 - good work, bring him out."

With apparent ease, Ghost lifted the unconscious male up, checking the coast was clear outside the room before dragging him to the fire escape. Pushing the door open revealed Gaz and Price, ready and waiting, as the target was hauled into the truck. The cool night air hit your exposed skin, your arms folding over your chest.

"Here you go, Darlin'," You jumped slightly, turning to see Johnny behind you, holding a bundle of your clothes out to you," As nice as you look, it's baltic oot there, you'll be freezin'."

You smiled slightly," Thank you, Soap -"

"Call me Johnny," He smiled slightly - his eyes wandered down to your chest briefly before quickly flicking back up to meet your eyes. There was a beat of silence, as that unreadable expression fell over his face once again, before he cleared his throat," Get yourself changed - I'll wait out here for you."

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The mission was a complete success which meant the team was allowed to head back to base. Thank god, you thought. A hot shower, takeout and a decent night's sleep were definitely in order and they were going to the first order of business as soon as you got back. Or, well, that was the plan.

It was as if Johnny had read your mind, as he showed up at your door not even half an hour after having gotten through the front door, a plastic bag containing Chinese food in his hand. He smiled," Got the goods."

Shower forgotten, you let him into your room. You had actually just been unpacking your duffel bag when he knocked, random items scattered across your bed; Johnny clicked his tongue," Question?"

"Shoot."

"How the fuck did you walk in these?!" Johnny asked incredulously, turning to face you, your heels suspended on the end of his finger.

You laughed at his reaction, he always had a bit of a flare for the dramatics. "A bit of liquid courage helped - and no, they weren't comfortable."

"Ohh, drinking on the job? Bad girl." He winked with a smile, his pearl white teeth practically sparkling. Bad girl. His words caused a pool of heat to build in your lower stomach, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. There was no denying that he was an attractive guy, and he had a great personality - and maybe you did have a bit of a crush on him. A big crush. But you were friends, surely he wouldn't feel the same way?

"Okay - it was one shot of tequila," You rolled your eyes, trying to will the blood to dissipate from your rosy cheeks," The Manager must have noticed that I was nervous, she gave me it before I went on-stage."

Johnny's brows knitted together, as he placed the heels back onto the bed, coming to stand no more than two feet away from you," Nervous? You were amazing on that stage, didn't know you could move like that - that wasn't the tequila that did that, that was all you, Darlin'."

Darlin'. You looked to the floor, feeling your cheeks heat up at his praise. Johnny tilted your chin up with two fingers under your jaw," Hey, I mean it - you looked really good, hell you probably made a fortune into the bargain, putting the pros to shame."

His light-hearted tone always managed to make you laugh; you met his soft gaze as he smiled, letting out a chuckle. His pale blue eyes stared into yours, falling to your lips and back up again. The tension was rising, he shuffled closer. You bit your bottom lip, his thumb pressing on it gently to release it from your teeth. He swallowed - now who's the nervous one?

"I - I'm just going to come out and say this," Johnny looked into your eyes, gaze unwavering even with his hesitance," I like you...as more than just a friend - I've fancied you for ages, but I was too scared to tell you in case you didn't feel the same."

You were gobsmacked, which must have been evident on your face as he quickly continued without missing a beat. "I think you're beautiful and well, tonight... I couldn't take my eyes off of you, I wanted to be the only one to see you like that... and I know that makes me sound like a selfish prick but -"

You cut him off, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. He went rigid for a second, as if processing that this was actually happening, arms wrapping around your waist as he reciprocated the kiss. He pulled away slightly, nose touching yours; his eyes were closed, a smile slowly making its way onto his face. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly with joy, as he pulled you into a deeper kiss. And another. And another.

Johnny unzipped your hoodie, you shrugged the material off your shoulders to the floor, arms wrapping around his neck. He groaned lowly as he noticed that you were still wearing the lingerie from before," You look so fucking sexy - in my favourite colour too, you're going to drive me crazy." His favourite colour is blue? Noted.

His large hands slid up your ribcage, firmly cupping your breasts through the cups of your bra. He hummed lowly, leaning down to press hot open-mouthed kisses across the expanse of your chest. You let out a soft gasp, as his kisses trailed up the side of your neck to your jaw, sucking lightly," The whole time you were on-stage, all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck you."

You moaned lightly, as his hand wandered down to slip underneath the waistband of your sweatpants, rubbing over the front of your panties. Your knees buckled slightly, leaning further into him for support. He smirked, pressing his fingers directly onto your clit, your breath hitching at the contact. You cupped his bulge through his trousers causing him to grunt," Two can play at that game, Sergeant."

You dropped to your knees, unbuckling his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down his legs; he stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side. He let out a hiss as your hand wrapped around his semi-hard length, stroking slowly from base to tip. You bit your lip to hide your smile, licking a bold stripe along the underside of his cock.

"You're really good at this." Johnny gathered your hair into a ponytail with one hand, the other cupping your cheek. You sucked the tip into your mouth, tongue circling the sensitive head, before taking his entire length down your throat. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut briefly. You repeated the action, before pulling away, pumping his length, laving your tongue over his balls," Fuck."

He gently tugged you off him, pulling you up into a sloppy kiss that was all tongues and teeth. He dipped down, briskly pulling you up into his arms, hands firmly grasping onto your ass. He walked you both backwards, turning to place on the edge of your bed; you quickly pushed all the items littered across your bedspread to the floor, you'd deal with the mess later. Johnny draped himself over you, pulling your sweatpants down your legs and over your feet, tossing them to the floor - revealing the matching panties and garter belt. He groaned lowly. "Fuckin' hell."

Johnny leaned down, pressing kisses down the column of your throat, between your breasts, down your navel to the band of your panties. You moved to peel them off, but his hand gently grabbed your wrist," Keep them on - want to fuck you in them." He grinned, ripping his shirt over his head, throwing it away to the corner of the room. Johnny dipped down, hands rubbing over the insides of your thighs; he had spent so many nights dreaming of being in this exact position, fucking into his clenched fist, imagining it was your pussy. He pulled the cloth of your thong to the side, humming as he blew cold air across your wet folds.

"Stop teasing me, Johnny," You whined, nails scratching across his scalp. The sound of his name - not his call-sign - coming from your lips in such a sinful way made his cock twitch. He placed his hot mouth over your clit, closing his eyes as his tongue swirled in small circles around the bundle of nerves.

You let out a moan, throwing your head back against the sheets. You bit your bottom lip as his hands secured over the front of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. He pulled away slightly, fingers rubbing over your folds before he sank his index finger into your pussy. His middle finger joined soon after as he kitten licked your clit, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

"Johnny," You cried out, writhing in pleasure, making his free arm fold around your hips as he held you in place. He groaned, turning his head to suck a hickey into the soft skin of your inner thigh." Feels so good - want you to fuck me so hard," You cooed as this thumb rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.

He pulled away, hands spreading your thighs," Such a pretty pussy." crawling over you body to kiss you hard, teasing your folds with his hard cock.

You let out a gasp as he slowly sank himself inside you, inch by inch. "Wanted to do this for so long." He kissed you deeply, groaning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled lightly. Your mouth fell open, crying out as he began with slow, deep thrusts.

Your brows knitted together as his length pressed into your g-spot. "Right there, yeah?" He asked in a slightly teasing tone, hand coming to wrap around the front of your throat, grasping gently. He thrusted into the same spot again, humming when you let out a squeal at the stimulation. He gave a heavier thrust, swallowing your moans with a kiss.

" Harder - fuck me harder," You stared into his eyes, challenging him. He quirked a brow, pulling your legs up to rest over his shoulders, palms pressing your knees down towards your chest. The change of angle allowed him to reach deeper than before, as he rammed into you, groaning as your walls squeezed tightly around him. Your hand covered your mouth in an attempt to suppress your moans, mindful that you two weren't the only ones on base.

Johnny peeled your hand away, linking your fingers together with a grin," Let them hear, Gorgeous - fuck - let them hear how good I'm making you feel." Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself nearing your climax, reaching between your legs with your free hand to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Fuckin' hell," Johnny slowed his thrusts as he felt your walls clenched around him as you came, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. He groaned into the crook of your neck; you thought he was about to cum but he didn't. He gave you a languid kiss, before slowly pulling out of you," Want you to ride me."

His hands came to rest on your hips, pulling you up with him as he laid on his back. You blushed slightly as you swung a leg over his waist, reaching down to guide his tip through your folds, sinking down on him slowly. Johnny grinned up at you as you swivelled your hips, his cock digging into your g-spot. "Shit," You cried, placing your palms on his chest as you began to thrust down onto him. He bit his lip with a smirk, hands smoothing down to grasp your ass as he watched your tits bounce. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss; he thrusted up into you, smiling as you moaned into his mouth.

"Cum for me, gorgeous," Johnny's length twitched inside of you as you tried to meet his thrusts," Come on, make me cum." He cooed, groaning as he felt your walls tighten around him, your hips stalling against his. His arms wound around you tightly as he came, hugging you to his chest.

You lifted your hips off him, rolling to lay beside him as you both panted, trying to catch your breath. You turned your head, meeting his adoring gaze with a smile, turning to cuddle into his side. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, arm wrapping around your form, holding you to him.

"So...I take it you fancy me too then, Darlin'?"

[fremiinetistic]

Might need to hear about the Kaveh and fremi being brothers thing ngl you can't give me that and let me go crazy

I've been waiting for an excuse for this paragraph to move up on the list Here is why I believe Freminet and Kaveh are brothers Kaveh's mother, Faranak visited Fontaine Kaveh enrolled in the Akademiya to help " ease her soul a little" from his fathers death, eventually she was offered a job there which led to her moving there. Sometime after Kaveh's graduation she had a wedding in which he attended "she wrote that she had found someone to whom she could entrust the rest of her life, and as such was going to remarry in Fontaine. It was this news that she would, with great trepidation and expectation, relate to her only relative." "Kaveh wrote back and congratulated her, and would even go to Fontaine to take part in the wedding. It was a simple affair, and only a few guests were present. Seeing his mother smile once more" After the wedding it's said that "his mother would leave all her property in Sumeru to him. Three days later, he would return to Sumeru, and once again felt the terror of the empty home" meaning she decided to move their permanently and after a while he lost contact with her. It doesn't really make sense that she wouldn't contact him again seeing as she cared for Kaveh dearly, its said that in a mistake where Kaveh as a child drew his first blueprint and put it in a pile with hers and she ended up accidentally giving it to a client instead of being mad she taught him how to make a proper one. "She didn't scold me about it in private, though. Instead, she went over all the steps required to draw a good blueprint, and was very patient throughout the whole process. I still remember it like it was yesterday." It does however make sense if you connect Freminet's lore to it Freminet was born to an unnamed mother and an unnamed father in Fleuve Cendre, a region in Fontaine. It is said that his father had a major debt and left his mother sometime after they married to deal with it. "Freminet never met his own father, but he heard from his mother that the man was knee-deep in debt. He had little idea what all these numbers meant, and they were as hard for the little boy to conceive as a dinner in the Palais Mermonia. " The debt lead to Freminet being given away and her being killed when he was a young child. ""Father" told Freminet that his mother hadn't abandoned him, but on the contrary, had acted to protect him...

That year, the debt that his family owed finally reached the point where they would no longer be able to repay it. Those greedy moneylenders had not only forced Freminet's mother to hand over the house that they lived in, but had also demanded that she hand over Freminet as well. But she was his mother — how could she let this happen? In the end, she had no choice but to entrust Freminet to "that orphanage" — somewhere they could never get at him — and then face them alone.

"This was all I found. As for your mother..." As she looked at the young boy in front of her, still gripping the pendant tightly in his hands, "Father" trailed off and left the ensuing silence to speak for her."

It makes sense she would drop contact if she /had/ no choice. It is said his mother "worked from dawn till dusk, day in day out." which left him alone most of the time, and wouldn't give her a lot of time to send a letter to Kaveh. Especially because she ended up dying. A question that someone could ask is "Why wouldn't she tell Kaveh that she was going to be killed?" Well not only did she still work constantly before her eventual death but also she wouldn't want to burden her son with the knowledge that his mother whom he had lost contact with years before had died, ignorance is bliss I suppose. Other things would be "and seeing Freminet's innocent face light up with pure joy, a rare smile broke out on his mother's, too." Kaveh's character story 2 says this about his mom: "after his passing, she would never again smile." They both have robotic companions "..Pers? No, Pers is more like family to me. We grew up together... No, I'm serious. I'm always tinkering with it to add more functionality... " "Page 115: Suitcase design draft. Postscript: "Mehrak is an ancient word, one I have used as the name for this suitcase. It means 'little light.' More than anything, I hope it really can understand what I'm saying.""

Their mother both played an important role in their current job (semi job for Freminet he doesn't really.. get paid its more of his role) "One day, when his mother returned home, she suddenly heard a strange noise that stopped her in her tracks. It was the sound of their clock, which Freminet had unwittingly fixed, ticking away almost as if to celebrate the new lease on life he had given it. She caressed his head and praised him, filling his heart with joy. But when he woke up the following morning, the clock was nowhere to be found. When his mother came home that evening, she brought him two slices of a type of bread he'd never had before. He still remembers the taste to this day. From that day forth, his mother brought back all kinds of different devices for him — everything from clockwork toys to miniature clocks. Freminet liked his new friends a lot, and would spend a long time "waking" them from their slumber, even though they always vanished the following day."

"while his mother had graduated from Kshahrewar, and much as he would become later in life, she too was a famous architect. Influenced by them, Kaveh was interested in architectural design from a young age. They would sit in the living room as he sat at home playing with the block puzzles they had bought for him." " "Oh, and this blueprint... Haha, I made it by copying my mother's sketch, and the aspect ratio was horrendous. It's still technically the first blueprint I made myself, though." " Also they're both known for their engineering/mechanics which is a given because of their jobs/hobbies.

Both their visions are on the same hip

Both of their constellations are birds that represent them

Their descriptions are similar

+ Also similar

they both are considered sensitive

[sageistri]

ngl can't wait for MUSE era to be over dawg it's like FACE era again with the shitty company and mass hate train but without the success to back it up 😒

I was one of the only people to not want another album so soon and while he was away because I just knew it was going to be rough

Y'all are so weird lmao. This is such a terrible thing to say as a fan and I've taken to ignoring asks like these since the song dropped but I'm replying to you so you see this and read what you sent again.

And I also hate how this isn't even about you not liking the songs but rather about how there's no "success" to make supporting him palatable to you. "Success" for an album that hasn't even dropped?

And I'm tired of arguing with people who are saying they are pjms over how successful sgmb is or not. Because how did we go from expecting that it might not do well and even thinking it was going to be YouTube only to now expecting it to perform better than other songs that got more promo.

There was no poster or teaser, it was so bad that even these chart accounts had nothing to post about the song. And trying to compare the performance of set me free pt2 that was jimins FIRST debut release to anything is insane because if smfpt2 was marketed the way sgmb was, it would have performed worse.

Also I already said that the success of any solo song from bts from here on out would be determined by the replay value and how much the song resonates with listeners. And obviously sgmb didn't do that on top of not getting anything the first week so in my opinion it still did great for a song that appears to be largely carried by fans alone.

I've said it that y'all should keep your doom and gloom posts about charts to yourselves.

Also y'all did the Same thing during face era and acted like jimin was flopping until like crazy and the album dropped because smfpt2's performance wasn't good enough for y'all so let's not rewrite history.

Anyways kpop pre-releases aren't successful 9 times out of 10 unless it later picks up because people like the song like aespa's supernova or you have a big fandom to support. Pre-releases only work when it's released as regular singles before the album like western artists do, a move that has been employed by hybe for jk and yg for blackpink.

When who drops and it's a song that people like, it'll do well. But if not then we probably will be having this discussion again so you better get ready to unstan him if "success" is the only thing that makes everything palatable.

And I'm not having these thoughts at all because I can think and see why things happen the way they do.

One of the problem with pjms too is the fact that y'all always go into releases with insane expectations and then get mad when they don't happen. Like you know the circumstances surrounding these releases, heard the songs (ctt and sgmb) realise what it actually entails(that they're obviously geared towards the fandom and wasn't meant to be too serious of a release), know that ok this doesn't appear to be for the gp and they might not resonate with it, also that the song has no promo and still expect the song to be a hit by a miracle because its what you want to happen.

[riotlain]

TWD crushing on (an Oblivious) Reader

YOOO WE KINDA DUMB

upset there isnt alot of twd x male reader fics that arent smut but anyways

my very select few men💀💀 i might do a part 2 i just wanted to post

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Daryl Dixon

Our man Mr. Daryl Hiding His Emotions Dixon 🫶🫶

Its fine you didn't notice at first

He seems like he kinda hates you from how quiet he is. Quite the opposite

Being quite in love with someone who isnt a woman is kinda just like. Not processed in his mind??

He didn't know how to feel at first

But eventually he confessed to Carol about how he feels (she suspected something but anyways)

To be honest he had a plan to ask you out

But was extremely extremely hesitant

"They prolly don' even like guys" He'd say

I think both of yall are oblivious

It was a group effort to get yall together

Like all these long ass runs, leaving gifts saying it was from the other

You probably had to be the one to confess ngl

Glenn Rhee

Glenn aint too obvious. Thats what he tells himself atleast

Hes very obviously crushing on you. The only one who cant see it is you

He'd pull harmless pranks, compliment you, help you around, usually adding on a lil wink for lil extra

Yet you still didn't get it. You just thought he was being a goody good friend

Especially since its a bit hard to find any queer folk that like you around here IN FUCKING VIRGINIA/GEORGIA

"You look nice today, Y/n." *Shitty Glenn wink* "Oh thanks man!"

Your obviousness is apart of what Glenn absolutely loved about you though

It gives him time to really think out his lil confession

Which took a while but he had it down! Flowers!!

Who doesnt like flowers??

Well Glenn originally planned to give you flowers. That was until Eugene let it slip that he likes you one time💀💀

You ended up interrupting Glenn like mid confession just because you knew

Simon

Negan teases him for his obviousness

Simon would yell it to the top of his lungs if he must (he probably has to)

Always gives you any ice cream or first shot of a drink

He also always has his arm around you or is LITERALLY FLIRTING WITH YOU

You couldnt tell tho. he looked gay and homophobic to be honest.

So you just didnt say anything

Simon, running out of ideas, asked Negan for any ideas

Since its, Negan what do you expect? Something cute and romantic?? No

SHOW OFF YOUR SEXUAL PROWESS OF COURSE‼️

So with this in mind Simon approached your room with some drinks and did what he does best!

Sexual jokes about his dick and such seeing if you'd take the bait

You didn't you just got a bit flustered and laughed along

Until yknow he actually just went with the impulse and kissed you

FINALLY YOU GET THAT HES LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOU

Owen (Wolf)

The king of being either really obvious or the complete opposite

Depending on your guy's situation then heres the various ways itll go down

Owens a prisoner in Alexandria? He'll tell you nearly everything about him. Along with the fact if he gets out of there hes taking you with him!

How romantic!!

If youre apart of the Wolves then you have for sure caught his eye!

He'd do anything for you and I mean anything! Well as long as he's yknow still in control of the situation.

You cant ignore him either. He'll make as much noise as possible for you to go back to talking to him.

Owen will try to stalk you to see what you like

Or try to get that info out of you through a weird interrogation

You dont notice though. If anything youre a bit weirded out that this kinda crazy cult guy is like asking you your favorite color but anyways

Eventually in the middle of one of these investigations hes just gonna kiss you (probably quite roughly too)

"I like you. So youre mine now." "I- Ok sure??"

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Discipline

Series Masterlist

Part one

Summary: Jake is sent to teach you discipline within the rules of the Omaticaya, from which you are constantly rebelling. Except...he finds unorthodox methods that get you to behave.

Warnings: smut, smut, smut. Jake being a hard, hard dom. Degradation. Dub con, I think. Uh. Spanking. Jake treats you like a whore, ngl. If I miss anything, please lmk.

Jake Sully had made one hell of an effort to fit in. He'd bended over backwards just to become part of the Omaticaya clan. He'd become Toruk Macto and fought the Sky People and everyone had come to love and admire him. He'd been through hell and back, and then he'd been transferred to his Na'vi body, and still, he was doing his utmost effort to fit in.

And it pissed him off because you—You pissed him off.

You were a native, already part of the clan, and yet, you didn't care. You hated following rules, you were always pissed at your parents, at traditions, at fitting in. And the crazy thing was, they let you. Everyone around you just knew it. They weren't happy about you, or your defiance, but they just accepted it. Sometimes, he saw, they excluded you, but you didn't seem to mind. You seemed almost glad that they left you to your own.

And that angered him. He'd done so much to fit in, and so much was still expected of him, it wasn't fair that you were just left to do as you pleased.

It was an incessant little thorn of rage within him that refused to dissipate. He tried to push it away, but the more he did, the more he found himself really angered towards you.

That's why he was so surprised—and, honestly, a little pleased—when you finally seemed to get on Mo'at's nerves and she decided you could no longer go along without discipline. She said you were to start small, with everything you'd refused to learn and do since you were a teenager, which is when your rebellion had begun.

And, just his luck, Mo'at asked Jake to help.

“She would do well to learn from someone like you,” she'd told him. “Disciplined and determined and strong.”

And now, here he was. Teaching you to use a bow, teaching you how to stand and to straighten your arms, correcting your posture and poking your stomach in so you'd strengthen the muscles there.

You were annoyed. He could see your eyes, bright with anger, your ears flattened back, and every time his hands met your skin, you'd bare your teeth silently at him.

“You're not listening,” he accuses, pushing your elbow higher, correcting your shoulder's stance. “Stand straight, arms straight, shoulders squared. Otherwise, your aim and the force of your arrow will be wrong.”

He pushes against your stomach again as he tells you, “Your strength must come from the muscles here.”

You hiss at him again, baring your teeth. “Touch me one more time, I'll bite you,” you snarl.

He is unfazed. “Back straight. Eyes forward. Aim carefully—”

You let go of the arrow. It flies in a perfect, straight line, full of strength, and lands on the tree, right where Jake had drawn a target. Your arrow lands in the center, piercing right through the white circle. A perfect shot.

You glance over at him, raising an eyebrow as if challenging him to tell you that you can't work a bow and an arrow.

The thing is, you did learn. In your spare time, on your own, and you'd gotten pretty good at it. You just weren't eager to fall in with the other Na'vi. Mostly because you'd grown up, trying to impress everyone around you, and eager to please everyone, and one day, you grew tired of it. Why should you live your life for other people?

Jake glares at you, amber eyes boring into your face. “I didn't instruct you to shoot,” he points out.

“I still hit the target,” you deadpan. “As you can see, I don't need you to teach me shit. I can handle myself.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You will not do that again,” he orders. “You will go fetch your arrow and then you will follow my instructions.”

You roll your eyes and drop the stance, irritated. “Here's your bow,” you tell him, holding the weapon out to him.

His yellow eyes fall down to the bow but he makes no move to grab it.

You push it against his chest but he still doesn't take it, so you let it fall to the ground.

His gaze follows the weapon to the floor before he glances back at you. “Pick it up.”

“No,” you respond. “All you've done is feel me up, tell me what I don't do right, and pretend to give me orders. Frankly, I just don't want to keep it up. So, thanks for wasting my time,” you spit sarcastically, “but I won't be doing it again.”

You turn away from him, ready to climb up your favorite tree and be free from everyone around you, but he grabs you by the wrist and harshly pulls you back to face him.

“Pick the bow up and go fetch your arrow,” he insists, his voice a growl. His grip around your wrist is tight, enough to hurt a little.

“Let go of me,” you demand, snarling, your sharp canines bared.

“I don't want to be here, and yet I am,” he spits. “I'm here because of you; the least you could do is be fucking respectful.”

“Respectful?” you scoff. “You think spending an hour trying to teach me something I already know how to do is respectful? Being condescending and patronizing and pretending you're better than me just because you ache to kiss everyone's ass—that's what you think is respectful?” You snarl at him. “It's fucking ridiculous. You're asking for something from me that you haven't deserved. So, no. I will not be respectful until I deem you worthy of my respect.”

He tugs you closer, your wrist aching beneath his grip. “What? You think I want this? You think I'm here because I enjoy it?” He sneers. “Trust me, girl, I would rather be anywhere but here. You're a pain in the ass.”

“If you don't wanna be here, then, why are you here?” you demand.

He frowns at you. “I'm here because you behave like a spoiled little brat. A bitch who aches to get in trouble and needs to be put in her place.”

You wrench your wrist out of his hand. Baring your teeth and folding your ears backward, you snarl, “You pretend to put me in my place, halfling?”

Something flashes in his eyes, something wicked and enraged and...hot. It boils within his amber gaze, sending a shudder through you. He growls at you, canines showing and somewhere within you, the most primitive, instinctive part of you is delighted with his rage, attracted and even eager to see how far you can push him.

Jake has had enough. He is sick and tired of your attitude. He is annoyed at you, pissed at the way you look at him, unfazed, the way you constantly bare your teeth and hiss, the way your ears fold backwards. And he hates the way you smell. Your scent is thick, sweet, intoxicating, and it only furthers to infuriate him.

But then, when he growls at you, your stance changes. Your eyes shine bright, even through their narrowed hatred. Your ears fold backward against your head, but not in annoyance...in submission. And your scent...it grows stronger, and it makes his chest tighten with sudden animalistic lust.

“Do you need me to put you in your place, girl?” he questions, but his voice grows husky, rough.

You shudder visibly, eyes fluttering a little closed.

Jake's other hand moves up to your neck and he holds you tight, your air coming into your lungs with some effort. “You do, huh,” he hums, grinning cockily, teeth showing.

“I don't,” you respond, but it comes out as a purr. Embarrassed, you close your eyes and attempt to turn your face away from him, but his hand around your neck holds you in place.

“Where should I start, girl?” he asks lowly, leaning in, his breath fanning across your face.

“Let me go,” you snap, but your voice is weak and shaky, clearly hungry—hungry for him.

He chuckles and tsks. “If you won't tell me, I'll have to figure it out on my own.”

His hand releases your wrist and travels to cup your face. He grabs your cheek and drags his thumb down your lips, eyes catching on your plump lip as he caresses it. He inhales a sharp breath as he snakes his thumb into your mouth, pressing his digit down against your tongue.

You groan in protest, but your resolve falters and you end up humming softly, in a wordless plead for more.

He pulls his finger out of your mouth and trails it down your chest, under your beaded necklace and around a breast. He massages your tit, eyes locked on yours, as you pant softly. He pinches your nipple between his forefinger and his middle finger, making you whine softly, back arching and forcing your chest further into his touch.

“It seems this is the only way to put you in your place, huh, girl?” he hums, inching his face down to your chest. “By treating you like the dirty little slut you are.”

You mewl softly, pussy clenching around nothing, folds dripping.

“Yeah, that's right,” Jake continues, voice dangerously low. His mouth reaches your chest, his tongue maneuvering around your beaded necklace and suckling on your nipple. “You're a little whore, aren't you? Just acting up because you want some cock. Isn't that right, girl?” he says against your nipple, tongue spelling the words across your sensitive breast. You sigh gently even though there's still a sliver of you that wants to punch him away for being so good with his tongue.

He moves his head to your other breast, licking your other nipple as one of his hands trails down your torso, past your lower stomach, to your thigh and under your loincloth. Hi middle finger is rough and calloused as it trails between your folds, tracing all the way up from your entrance to your clit. You groan softly and he rubs circles against the nerve-packed bud, making your hips buck against his touch.

He removes his mouth from your tit and licks his way up to your neck. As he places wet, open-mouthed kisses against your throat, his thick finger slithers down to your slit. He pushes it inside you with ease, your spongy insides tight around his digit.

You gasp gently as he snakes his ring finger into you as well, curling both fingers against a spot inside you that makes your back arch.

He chuckles quietly, almost sadistically. “There it is.”

He continues to fondle you, movements rough but measured, carefully angled to make you jerk with each curl of his digits. His mouth reaches your jaw, nipping at your skin, and your body is trembling with frustration.

You moan gently, making him growl in response. “You're gonna say my name, girl,” he promises. “You're gonna beg me to fuck you, beg me to make you come, beg me to fill you up with my come.”

You writhe in place, barely held up by your weakening legs, but you shake your head. “I don't beg,” you gasp out, eyes shut tight from the pressure building within you.

“Still being a brat, I see,” Jake says. “It seems you still need to be disciplined, girl.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you over to a large rock that rests by a stream. He sits on the rock and pulls you to him, draping you across his lap.

You struggle to push yourself up and get out of his grasp, but he presses a hand against the small of your back, holding you in place. You can feel his cock, hard as a rock, press against your stomach.

His other hand caresses your inner thigh, teasing its way up to your ass.

“First lesson for you: you don't say no to me,” he says, spanking your ass, making the pain whip through you with such force, the breath is knocked from your lungs. “Count them.”

You shake your head again, and he spanks you once more. “I wasn't asking, girl. You will count them, just like you will beg for my cock.” He spanks you harshly, and a soft gasp leaves your parted lips. “You know how to count, yes?”

You nod feebly.

“Then count.” He spanks you once more and you tremble in his grasp, skin slick with sweat from the pain and the pleasure.

“Four,” you say, voice shaky.

He spanks you, a little softer this time.

“Five,” you announce.

“That's good. Atta girl.” His hand falls to the skin of your ass, the sound reverberating against the foliage around you.

“Six.”

Another spank, another little whimper from you as you manage, “Seven.”

“That's right. If you keep being a good little slut, I just might eat your wet little cunt,” he offers, and something within you purrs, eager to have his smart little mouth between your thighs.

He spanks, you count. You're not sure how long it goes on for, but you do know that you eventually start mixing numbers, saying the first one that comes to mind, not really keeping track. Tears are streaming down your face, lips open, breathing heavy, your own spit coating your chin.

With one final spank that you barely feel from how numb your ass has become, Jake says, “Have I made myself clear, girl?”

You nod, eagerly. “Yes, sir. I-I won't say no to you.”

He chuckles, the sound making your already-soaked cunt drip even more. “You're gonna behave now, aren't you, baby?”

You nod again. “Yes, sir.”

He lifts you up wordlessly, placing you on the rock and spreading your legs as he kneels between them. He hastily pushes your loincloth away, eyes falling to your sodden pussy.

His pupils dilate at the sight and he glances up at you through his eyelashes. Returning his eyes to your sex, he uses two fingers to push your folds apart and he admires the sight before him.

He hadn't been aware of how bad he wanted you until now. Until he had you too close to not touch, too close to not want, too close to not smell your scent and have it take over his mind.

If he's going to teach you something, he decides, it might as well be with his cock deep inside you.

He leans his face to your pussy and sticks his tongue out, flattening it against your clit before flicking it up and down, side to side, and then snaking it down to your entrance, drinking in your arousal.

You whine lowly, legs spreading wider, back arching, as you lean back on your elbows. Jake's hands come to your thighs to hold them apart as he slides his tongue into you. He can taste you, he can taste how bad you need him. And it excites him even more.

His cock prods against his loincloth, precum dribbling out the tip, staining the thin fabric. Fuck, he needs you to touch him, to suck him off, to let him into your tight, warm pussy.

But he hangs on. He watches you, watches your reactions as his tongue drags across your cunt, as he sucks your clit, as he licks your folds, as he kisses your thighs.

The slurping of Jake's tongue on your pussy is all you can hear. Well, that and your ridiculous moans. Your back arches, your legs shake. Your fingers dig into the rock beneath you, and you can feel your orgasm pricking at your skin, warning you of its nearing arrival.

“Jake,” you gasp, throwing your head back as your eyes flutter. “Jake, I can't—”

“Come on, little slut,” he says, mouth full of you, chin slick with your arousal. “Don't tell me it's too much. You're so wet for me, so needy. There's no way you don't want me to make you come on my tongue and then on my cock.”

“I do,” you gasp, hips rocking against his face. “I do, but—”

He bites you. Sinks his teeth against your clit, nibbling on it, his sharp canine dragging against your sensitive bud in the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

You cry, “Fuck!”

“No but's, girl,” he says against you. “If you're going to misbehave, you're going to have to deal with the consequences. So deal with them, you brat.”

The way he calls you a brat makes you even wetter. Your body is shaking, your breath leaving your lungs, your thighs trying to clench together, but he holds them wide open.

“Fuck,” you gasp again as he slides a finger into you, leaving his tongue to flick against your clit. You're dizzy with pleasure, body contorted with the buzz of your approaching orgasm.

“You should be thankful, too,” he adds, nibbling at your folds. “I could leave you here now, all wound up and dripping, without offering you the release you're crying for.”

“No!” you gasp, hips bucking up against his face. “No, please, please let me come.”

“I will,” he tells you. “Once you thank me for the favor I'm doing you.”

Through the searing pleasure, you purse your lips, adamant against giving in. Your eyes blink down at him and he can see the defiance in your gaze.

He raises an eyebrow. “No?” he questions, slowing the movement of his fingers.

Normally, you'd be too proud to give him what he wanted. But this was more for your benefit; you needed this, and you weren't too proud to go after what you wanted.

“Thank you,” you tell him between groans.

“For what, girl?” He orders, “Say it.”

“For...for disciplining me and making me come,” you respond between whines. “Thank you, sir.”

He chuckles darkly, lowly. It makes you shudder against him, your body quivering, your lungs inhaling sharply at the increasing ecstasy within you.

His fingers pick up the pace again, curling against that spot within that makes your toes curl, your eyes flutter.

“Thank you,” you repeat, over and over, a soft chant, the only words left in your mind as he eats you out. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The pleasure is unbearable, blinding, so intense it makes your ears ring and your body start to tremble.

Jake can feel how close you are. He can tell by the way you hold your breath, by the way you squeeze around his fingers, by the way your body writhes.

And then you come, hips rocking against his mouth, arousal dripping out of you, his name escaping your lips.

“Jake,” you gasp. “Jake.”

The sound makes his ears perk up, his cock twitching in anxious eagerness. He keeps licking at you, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing your thighs further apart only to lick his way into your entrance, savoring your orgasm.

You whine and jerk away from him, overstimulated, but to no avail; he holds you tight, nails digging into your thighs as he cleans you with his mouth.

When he's done, Jake glances up at you, lips swollen, chin slick with your arousal, and he grins that stupid, cocky grin.

You're still gasping, breathing heavily when he stands and pulls you to your feet. He turns you around and pushes your chest down against the rock you were lying on moments ago.

He kicks your foot, spreading you out for him, as he tangles a hand in your hair and forces your cheek against the hard rock.

Without a warning, Jake's cock slides over your pussy, pushing your folds aside, and then slides into you with ease.

He groans as he bottoms out, bruising your cervix, making you grimace and jerk your hips away from him in equal parts pain and pleasure.

“Where do you think you're goin'?” he scoffs, grabbing your hip with his large hand, pulling you back to him as he tugs on your hair.

“'s too much,” you groan, cunt clenching around his long cock.

He throbs inside of you almost painfully, twitching and ready to fuck you hard.

“I don't care,” Jake seethes in your ear. “You got to come, why shouldn't I? Now, listen to me, girl, I am going to use you, understood? As long as I want to, as long as I need to.” He leans down to your ear and says, “You're going to be my good little whore, otherwise you'll have consequences. You don't want that, do you?”

You shake your head, muttering, “No.”

“No, what?”

“No, sir,” you respond, shaking.

“That's a good slut,” he says as he begins thrusting in and out of you, his hips crashing against yours.

You whine, back arched, head being tugged back by Jake's harsh hold on your hair, tears of both pain and pleasure welling in your eyes and spilling down your face.

Soon, you're sobbing, body quaking, pussy raw and swollen, as you beg, “Jake, please, please...”

“Take it,” Jake orders, groaning as his cock pounds you. “Take it like the brat you are. Don't think cryin' will get you any pity from me, girl. I'll use your cunt as much as I want to, and you won't do a goddamn thing to stop it.”

You're shaking, crying, your own spit coating your chin as you withstand Jake's wonderful, bruising pace. You can feel another orgasm growing within you, ready to burst, ready to prove how much you fucking love what he's doing to you.

Jake can tell.

He can feel the way you grow tighter around him, the way your legs shake and your breaths falter and the way your moans turn into mewls.

He chuckles between groans. “Fuckin' slut,” he says. “You beg me to stop, but come when I don't. Say it, girl,” he tells you, voice low and thick, “say how much you like me using you, how much you enjoy the way I turn you into my cumslut. My little toy.”

You moan unintelligibly, unable to formulate thoughts, let alone words.

He laughs, “Yeah, you just needed some cock, isn't that right? That's why you were acting up. You just needed a good dickin' down.”

You writhe under him, crying and torn between begging for him to stop and for him to give you more.

His relentless pace keeps up even as your orgasm washes over you, rattling your body, making the edges of your vision grow black.

He continues fucking you, his hips slamming into yours, your hip bruised from where he holds it, your scalp hurting as he pulls your hair.

And then, finally, just when you think you're going to faint from the pleasure, he comes, hot spurts of his seed filling your insides.

He comes and comes and comes, the liquid oozing out of you, dripping down your thighs as he finally pulls his cock out of you.

You're panting, boneless as you try to stand on wobbly legs.

Jake gives you a quick look, studying you up and down, before saying, “Tomorrow, same place, same time. Don't be late, girl.”

And he walks away.

[harusaki-hugo]

I love your Hanagaki Twin Saga! Can you do a part 3: The Three Deities arc or her role in the final arc (I think she will fight along side her brother)

I have like 4 same requests. i just going to doing final arc because my peanut brain barely remembers the three deities, i only remember how beautiful Wakasa is and thats all. Okay, i might re-read the last chapter just to wrote this and i might overdone it. tehee.

Hanagaki [Name] is worried about her brother. She knows she needs to stay behind with Hina, but she can't shake the bad feeling that has plagued her all day, as if something is going to happen to her twin. "I'm...I'm going there!" she suddenly declares, causing Hina to look at her with wide eyes. Hina quickly grabs [Name]'s arm to stop her, but the girl's strength is much greater, and she practically drags Hina along with her . "Wait! Takemichi-kun told you to stay behind!" Hina tries to stop her, but she is unable to do so as [Name] pushes her away, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Hina." With that, [Name] rushes out of the house and runs towards the battlefield, knowing that with her speed, she won't make it in time.

"Need a ride?!" [Name] yelped as she felt someone wrap an arm around her waist and pull her onto a bike. Her eyes widened when she saw Taiju grinning down at her. "This way is faster!"

Takemichi's eyes widened as he saw Sanzu holding a katana above his head, intending to strike down the other boy. In that moment, he couldn't help but think of his sister and girlfriend, when suddenly a familiar voice rang out. "Get away from my brother!!" followed by, "What's the matter, Hanagaki?! Is this how you're going to let it end?!"

Every gaze sharpens as Taiju and [Name] come into view on a motorcycle, barreling towards Sanzu. [Name] leaps off the bike as Taiju accelerates. Touching down, she fixes Mikey with a glare, meeting his astonished expression. "Mikey!"

[Name] role in Final arc:

You basically the cool heroine who arrive late, you can't shake the feeling that something going to happen to your brother, so you just run there but luckily Taiju is kind enough to pick you up.

"I'm Taiju Shiba, captain of sixth Division for second generation Tokyo Manji!! I came to get the best seat to watch Hanagaki beat Mikey's Ass!" Ngl, this scene make me feel giddy lmao anyway-

Catching the jacket thrown to you by Mitsuya, you slip it on and declare to the others, "Hanagaki [Name], Vice President of the second-generation Tokyo Manji!" As you step in front of your brother, you slam your fist into your palm and announce, "I'm here to back up my boss in taking down Mikey."

You and Taiju easily open the way from Hanagaki making everyone gaped and in awed, "Crazy. They two like a beast..."

You and Taiju being stopped by Wakasa and Arashi. Taiju raises his fist toward you, and you bump it with him, "I take the big guy." Taiju looks at Arashi while you look at Wakasa, "And i take the pretty boy."

Long short story, you manage to take down Wakasa cooly. and now you facing Mikey who give in his dark impulse, dodging the Katana but not fast enough to dodge all of it causing you to bleed on your arms and face.

Looking at Mikey you suddenly lunge toward him making the male flinch, but he didn't expect something, that you willingly got stab in the chest just to hug him.

"[Name]?" Mikey's eyes widen as he feels your arms wrap around him, though the blood dripping from your wound suggests otherwise. Takemichi yells out your name as he rushes toward you, "Geez... this is why I told him to... choose his friends..." Coughing up blood, you slowly fall down, losing consciousness. In a panic, Mikey wraps his arms around you, sinking to his knees with your body. Blood pools around you both, "H-hey, this isn't funny..." Mikey shakes your body, "Why?!" You look at him with a pained smile, "Is it wrong to save someone I like?" Those words hit him like a brick, and tears start falling down Mikey's cheeks. "Like? After all I've done? Are you an idiot?! You're just the same as your brother!!" Mikey quickly grabs your hands as he feels your grip weakening. "...No... we both feel the same... that you're worth saving.." Giving him a grin, you then say, "Maybe... in another life... we could actually go for a ride.." Mikey can only stare as your head falls into his lap, motionless.

"No!" Takemichi quickly knelt down and grasped your body, his own frame shaking as tears streamed non-stop from his eyes. "No, no, no! Wake up! You promised me you wouldn't get hurt!" Takemichi yelled as he shook your cold body. "You said you wouldn't leave me! Wake up, damn it, wake up!" Everyone from Tokyo Manji began to cry as they watched the two desperately trying to wake your lifeless body. Mikey reached out and placed his hand on top of Takemichi, making him stop shaking you and look at him.

"I'm sorry... so sorry... I'm sorry..." Mikey sobbed, making Takemichi cry even harder. "Aaah! I'm so stupid! I should have never let her get involved!" Both Mikey and Takemichi held each other's hands as they wept, and at that moment, both felt the same desperate wish: to turn back time and start over.

"Hey! Take-nii, wake up!" Takemichi groaned as he felt something heavy on top of him. Slowly opening his eyes, he was greeted by a smaller version of himself, or more accurately, his twin sister. "..[name]?" But she was smaller than he remembered. "Geez, hurry up and get ready for school." You moved away from him and grabbed your school bag, then noticed your brother looking at you with teary eyes. "Hey, why are you crying?!"

You were confused when Takemichi suddenly dragged you with him, running down the street, insisting he needed to see something. Arriving at someone's house, you gave him a weird look as he was about to ring the bell. Then there was this boy punching your brother, which made you jump at him and hit him back. You and this Baji kid ended up fighting on the street, only to be stopped by a girl named Emma. It got even more confusing when more people appeared, and it seemed like your brother knew every single one of them.

"[Name]..?" You were confused when the boy named Mikey looked at you and started crying like your brother. He took a step toward you and just threw himself at you, yelling something along with your brother.

"We both time leaped!!!"

1k words baby, wooo we going all in.

[coraline-jones353]

I would like a x reader oneshot request on Ray Manchester/Captain Man ❤️ from Henry Danger !

The true parents meeting

Heyy y'all quick thing please I beg you all, add some information with your request 😭. It's hard enough to find time to write but finding time to brain storm an idea?? Crazy long.

Also oh my goodness this is I think my first request?!??

Ray x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, hating on Henry's parents (ngl they sucked and that's a hill I'll die on)

Summary: At Henry's graduation party Y/n, his god mom comes to his party from out of town. Henry comes in late to his party and ofc his parents aren't worried, but Ray and Y/n are. Henry seizes the moment to get his actual parents off his back and to make them both happy, together.

Y/n is Henry's god mom, she attends everything and I mean everything, his kindergarten graduation? She's there. Birthdays? There. Christmas? There

She's good friends with Henry's mother. When her friend broke down crying saying she doesn't want a baby Y/n even offered to adopt the kid after she had given birth. That obviously didn't happen but she did get offered the position of God mother, meaning if something were to happen to her friend and husband then she would take care of Henry and Piper.

I had flown in for Henry's graduation party and of course to watch him graduate. I had just flown in from California on a business trip. I am absolutely exhausted and need a ride to the Hart's house where I will be staying for a week to catch up with them.

Of course the Hart's were busy so I took an Uber to their house. I arrive in about 10 minutes and am so excited to see my kids.

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I open the door expecting Piper and Henry to be on the other side but I am met with an empty house. I look around before deciding to just call Henry and see where he is.

"Hey Hen, where are you guys? I made it to your house but none of you are here." I say into my phone, rather annoyed. "Oh shoot, I forgot you were coming today, I'm at work right now and Piper is spending the day with one of her friends at the mall. I bet you're tired from your plane ride so just take a nap and I'll be home in 3 hours or so, ok?" Henry says at a pretty fast pace sounding almost out of breath. "Well ok I'll see you then kiddo." I say hanging up the phone.

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After his graduation me, him, and piper had tons of bonding time. I took them to the movies, zoo, aquarium, I even took them out to eat multiple times. I told them about my adventures I've had since last year and asked about their life. Separately I asked Henry about his superhero life, he couldn't hide that from me after my second visit after he became a hero.

This time though it wouldn't just be a visit, Henry decided to give up being a superhero for a while and live with me and travel when needed. He had gotten a job at the same company I work at so this worked out great.

The parties in 1 hour and I'm helping with the decorations and getting Henry ready for his big night.

Just then this absolutely dazzling man walks into the venue. " Uh, excuse me sir, I just have to check if you're invited. The party doesn't even start for about an hour." I say looking at the clock. "Ray Manchester, at your service darling. I'm here to help set up for the party I'm Henry's boss." He says with the brightest and flashiest smile.

I feel my insides melt, that wonderful smile. I gotta ask him what toothpaste he uses geesh. "I'm Y/n Henry's god mom." I say shaking his hand and pointing him over to the streamers that need to be put up.

Later in the night people start arriving but we're just missing one person. Where the fuck is Henry?!?

Just as my phone goes to his voicemail he walks into the venue. I storm over to him getting ready to blow up but Ray is over there before I even took two steps.

"Where were you Henry" Ray said with a stern expression as I stood next to him cornering Henry. "Jasper had this bucket he wanted to get at the medieval fair and he didn't wanna go alone." Henry says seemingly out of breath. "That is no excuse you could have been in danger and we wouldn't have known!" I yell at him.

After scolding Henry he asked me and Ray to be in charge of the Chinese auction. Throughout the party Henry had been doing little things to get Ray and Y/n to talk. First asking if I want punch and telling Ray to get me and him a cup. Then saying that were so alike and asking Ray to show off his muscles to me, which he did happily. Then at the end of the party he asked us both to help clean up.

"This was a great party, thanks guys." Henry says pulling us on for a group hug. He then asks to talk to Ray alone pulling him into a corner.

"Dude, ask her out." he says as he pushes Ray's arm teasingly. "But she lives outta town and I can't leave." "Then have a long distance relationship but you won't know if you don't try." Henry pleads.

"Hey Y/n, do you think I could take you out on a date?" Ray says suddenly losing all confidence. I look at him to see if he is sincere as he stares at the floor. "Yes Ray I will go out with you."

And yes I did ask for his toothpaste he uses Crest.

[lillylvjy]

gleefully;

fluff; him letting you stay for a bit longer than he should, more than he's allowed to. yes, he's a god, but he likes his rules. he lets you wander, setting basic rules here and there. don't go to the back gardens, ask before entering a room you haven't been in before, come to bed with him. simple things. he likes watching and admiring you and seeing you live happily with him. baking and cooking and dancing with him, hanging off him and calling him silly names you really shouldn't.

angst; then you're let go, thrown back to mortality and you accept it. he wallows for a while, you go about your life and he watches until you reach him again.

not sfw okay beware--

uh so i love how coherent my angst/fluff is and all I've gotta say here is KINKY

mf loves loves loves having you under him, like overstimulation to the max. he likes to make your visits worth while, usually in the form of very rough and kinky sex. but god (no pun intended), is it good- like don't even call it heavenly, it's far beyond that.

he likes to wrap his hand around your neck sometimes, mostly as a reminder to you both where you are, and who's who's. but other times, when it's softer (which is rare, my guy has pent up feelings and absolutely loves fucking you senseless) he holds your hands, fingers intertwined.

light system is used.

he's a grunty boy, very very vocal. super into praising and having his sub be so whiny and whimpery.

he's a daddy kink guy. he loves it. adores it. (but also doesn't mind it in a non sexual context!! makes him feel nice and giddy outside of sex!!) but if it's sex, it riles him up.

if you don't use your words he'll usually pull a "mm, what was that, baby? use your words, kitten. do you want me to punish you?"

his form of punishment is pulling out almost all the way, when he's just barely in and trying to keep himself just barely buried in you, maybe pressed up- but it drives you crazy. he'll press on your belly during this as well, reminding you how empty you are bc you didn't use your words.

now when he's in you he still likes that but-

i will never shut up if I don't cut myself off

-godbur anon

Brbbfbfjfjrjr can you just stay forever at that point?!?! That’s heaven actually. And literally. But… oml, clinging to him and just always wanting to be with him and explore the new things with him. He also likes always being with you. Likes to see your face light up at the smallest things. Likes to hold you against him anytime you get overwhelmed. Ugh! This man-

FUCK THAT- nope. Nah- if he put me back on this place, he’s expecting me the next day so- /hj no but. Ugh. The way your both longing for each other. Wanting to be next to each other and loved by the other. Ngl- once your up there again, he’s not letting you go.

(Minors get out of here!!!!)

No bc he seems kinky. Like rough, no holding back kinky. And I live for it!! Lord he loves overstimulation. Loves how you tremble under him and whine for him to slow down or maybe even speed up, loving the feeling of all of it.

He has every invitation to wrap his hand around my throat…. Mhm. Omg! But like- when it is soft sex, loves holding your hands and whispering how much he loves you in your ear.

Personally loves the light system.

Vocal men>>>> lord-

No because Wilbur is just always daddy coded half the time so I see it! Oml- when you do call him daddy, he’s gone. He’s- that man’s self control has left!

See as rough as he is, I love how he would ask that bc he doesn’t like giving punishments most likely. Like- it just seems physically impossible to him for him to hurt you intentionally-

Oml- and when you whine from how empty you are, he just laughs and mocks your whines.

KEEP GOING PLEASE!!!

[hydrxnessa]

woooo christmas oc art done !!!

(i respect artfight artists who are able to do mass attacks with like more than 20 characters. goodness gracious. how do they do it.)

anyways !!! the year of 2023 draws to an end. and honestly i'm quite happy with this year! broke through 1k followers on both instagram and tumblr, 600 on twt (i still hate that site), so thank you so much !!

anyways incoming cheesy message

i didn't really expect much from this year starting from january. i was in the tmnt fandom but i wasn't really interacting w it much because .. god that place is a toxic cesspool. i never really interact with fandoms much anyway, just draw one piece of fanart and enjoy the franchises from a Very safe distance away. but you can't really gain friends from just lurking in fandom spaces, so usually i felt pretty lonely. but thats how its been for me for a while.

that is, until february rolled around. i already knew of the game Doors since it got released - i played it through multiple times with friends and that was kinda it. just another roblox horror game quickie. then, i believe it was melly's animations that somehow dragged me into the fandom? that and also there was an uprise in doors content because of the hotel+ update. and there i saw the rooms creatures, in which i was like Oh My Godf i NEED to draw A-120, they are soso silly. they are so squiggle. (ambush was also my bbgirl<3). i NEED to make my own designs for them

aaaand uuh yeah that basically kickstarted my doors phase. i began to start my own AU of doors senVerse, and people loved it. people on here were so kind and welcoming, saying that they loved my designs and were also inspired by me? like woah, usually i'm the one getting inspired from others. people were getting inspiration from me?? heck, even looked up to me? that's crazy, i would've NEVER thought i'd get here ngl. explain this year to last year me and she would've NEVER believed you. and that gave me motivation to continue my doors doodles.

i gained a lot of moots n friends from this fandom. and i MEAN a lot. heck i even made the decision to make a discord server and ohmygodf i do NOT regret that decision. i met and made cool friends and got closer to peeps on there, thanks for sticking around i love u guys<33

whether or not you followed me for doors content, stray, tmnt, heck even oc content, thank you so much for being here. thank you for liking, reblogging, commenting, or even sending me asks on my blog! i can't express my gratitude and appreciation enough in words. you've all helped me get through this year, so thankthankthank you, i love u all/p !!!!

i hope you're all having a wonderful holiday season as we come close to this year's end; merry christmas and have an amazing new year soon !!!

here's to a new year !! mwah !!!

-ness :3

[zaimta]

彡TRANSCENDING LOVE

a/n- as y'all know i am in love this man like i would give it all up for franky, he's in his late teens early 20's in this bc he "dies" when he 26 apparently i had to google that one ngl the timeline probably off bc i haven't watch the entirety of water 7 in like 3 years

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

the two of you were inseparable, if anyone saw one of you on your own the townsfolk knew that the other wasn’t far behind. the two of you weren’t always like this though, he had an obvious crush on you for months. he would talk about you to whoever was willing to listen he swore you were the person he was going to marry.

he loved everything about you, from your brain all the way down to your personality he couldn’t get enough of you, just the mere thought of you drove him crazy. he often talked about you to tom and he was always met with the same response

“so what are you going to do about it? are you going to show some gusto and let them know how you feel or not?”

the same mini lecture would always get to him, he wanted nothing more than to make you his and to be yours. he wanted to be the one to hold your hand and cheer you up when you’re sad- he slapped his cheeks and groaned “dammit this ain’t like me…what am i supposed to do.” he spoke aloud to himself not expecting an audience “what’s going on franky?” he jumped at the sound of your voice, his face was flushed red "y/n what are you doing here?"

you giggled at his anticks "it's a beach franky, literally anyone could be here. plus we come here all the time." he scratched his head and looked away from you embarrassed "right yeah...so um y/n" he remembered tom's words, he took a deep breath and sighed, running away wasn't like him he couldn't cower away from you anymore, he turned around to face you and suddenly shouted "y/n! i like you alright! please be my s/o!"

your jaw dropped at his confession, even though his crush on you was clearly obvious you were the only person who didn't realize, you felt your face warming up "franky?"

he didn't think it was possible but his face got redder at this point he knew he was in way too deep there was no backing out now but he was also weak for you, getting embarrassed wasn't his thing but you had that effect on him "i uh" he clears his throat "i've liked you for a while now y/n, tom said i should have 'gusto' and admit my feelings so that's what i did!"

you snickered then clutched your sides laughing smiling wide at him, you tackled him into a hug causing him to lose his balance and fall, he cautiously wrapped his arms around you, and your faces were mere inches apart "of course i'll be your s/o franky." he smiled at you "it's just me and you doll."

that moment of bliss would soon become nothing more than a reminiscent memory.

iceburg tried his best to hold you back despite your screams and cries demanding that he lets you go, the more you screamed the tighter he held you "you idiot i can't let you go with him it's a death wish!" you couldn't see him but he as restrained you there were tears in his eyes also, he didn't know where was franky was going but he did know that he made a promise to him protecting you. unbeknownst to him it was the last promise he would make to his friend, and to conclude the disastrous day the sounds of your heart-wrenching screams as the sea train collided with your lover.

eight years have passed since that day, you were able to move on you were dating here and there but you couldn't find anything that lasted. it was crazy to think how much of an impact he left on you, he was the love of your life and you would give anything to see him again.

suddenly a man with blue hair walked into your workshop, you rose a brow "can i help you mr...?" his monotone face quickly turned into one filled with shock, his eyes looked you up and down taking you in. he looked at you as if he knew you, it was strange "y/n?" you looked at him confused and took a step back "do i know you?" the fact that he knew your name shouldn't have been shocking for you, you were a well-known engineer in water 7 so it figures he would have known who you were but you still couldn't shake the strange feeling in the back of your head.

"it's me franky." your eyes went wide and you backed up hitting a work table and knocking some of the tools off of it "no you're not franky is dead. he died eight years ago, if this is some sick trick of yours it's not funny leave my fucking shop." the stranger walked closer attempting to plead with you, as soon as he took a step forward you threw a wrench at him, he dodged it with a slight tilt of his head and sighed "what do i have to do to get you to remember me or at least believe me?!" he shouted, pain evident in his eyes "maybe getting the hell out of my shop" you wind up your arm to throw another tool.

"doll."

you dropped the tool you were holding and it made a loud clattering noise once it hit the floor "what...what did you say?" your voice was barely above a whisper as tears brimmed in your eyes. 'doll' was what he used to call you, he only used the nickname in private it was only between the two of you.

"that's what i used to call you right?" he took a cautious step towards you "the first time i called you that was when i asked you out and you accepted, you tackled me into a hug and we crashed onto the floor." tears flowed down your cheeks as he spoke "i hugged you tightly and i never wanted to let go" he took a few more steps and he was standing in front of you "i told you 'it's just you and me doll.'"

"who told you that..." you whispered softly

he gently pulled you into his arms and to his surprise, you didn't fight back "nobody told me, it's me doll. i don't know what you want me to say for you to believe me. do you want me to tell you your favorite color? or the time i fought iceberg over you even though he didn't have a crush on you" he chuckled at the memory.

"you fought him because he helped he out with my invention...our hands brushed when he handed me a tool and he smiled at me then you came over running and kicked him with a running start." you dryly chuckled "i missed you so much franky." you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him tightly, as you hugged him you felt metal you pulled back and gasped "i had to rebuild my body to survive" he knocked on his stomach with his finger the sound feedback was hollow and sounded like metal "if i wanted to see you again i couldn't just sit there and die." he cupped your cheek in his hand, you nuzzled into his hand with a soft smile.

"words can't descrive how much i missed you franky."

"i'm not goin anywhere doll, i promise."

[rodolfoparras]

Pinky promise I will write more for the concept of turning homophobic dude into your puppy and breeding bitch as soon as I have time. I also wanted to write you something for your birthday but I genuinely don't have time at all 😔

Since my co-worker is on vacation and we only work one shift (aka mine) I am swarmed the entire day and I have cried from stress nearly every day this week and I basically never cry. Also I had customer yell at me and threaten me two days ago and I was certain he would attack me?? He might've if another customer didn't walk in and it was for his mistake too. And when I tried to tell him that and offer to correct it, he got worse. Thankfully my manager is really nice and he told me I could've called him and police and that I should next time.

I really miss being here and every day and interacting with people but like...I barely see my dog because most of them home is spent sleeping. And the play I'm in is in like two weeks and I didn't have time or energy to properly learn my lines yet and we're supposed that have rehearsals before work next week and ngl I feel like throwing myself off of the building. (And I didn't even start with my final paper for college). Also I had bit of a cold and hell of a sore throat, I could barely speak and it hurt to swallow :((

There was so much I wanted to talk about and comment on but I literally don't have energy to type and I wish I could psychically send my thoughts to my phone. I hope you're doing better than I am though ✨🫶🏻 I'm on a hunt for less stressful job, hopefully something online so I can do it when I start college again this year (after two years).

(and side note but I love the idea of period sex but in reality because of my pcos and other problems, I am in way too much pain to do anything irl which sucks. But there are fanfics and roleplaying 😌 and the anon who mentioned this and said they have vampire thing are so real, me too bestie. And thank you for providing links of my husband, trans Simon is elite)

-🔮

Dw sugar bee!! You pop in whenever you have time!! And besides I appreciate the fact that you wanted to write me something sweet in the first place as we say down there it’s like you already did it so thank you lovey!

Sugar bee :(( that sounds absolutely horrible I’m so sorry angel customer service can be hell on earth especially down in the Balkans they really should have security work alongside cashier bc that’s what they do here you never know what can happen you know it’s okay to feel upset about it and cry it out just rmr that it was his fault and customers in general can be devils my cousin worked at a store for a short period of time and she says every time she passes it she gets physically sick bc ppl can be so nasty

And again like I said pop in whenever you can I understand you’re very busy rn and I hope things become less stressful so you can get some rest and spend time with your baby and of course to pop in here but I also have to say I admire you for balancing a job school and hobbies bc personally I wouldn’t be able to withstand this 😭

I also hope you get a much easier job so you don’t get burn out no offense but isn’t life crazy like you’re doing everything that’s expected of us have a job do school hobbies and you’re on the verge of getting burned out every day I am reminded of the hell on earth this is our society

Fanfics and roleplaying are definitely a good way to go about it! I mean might as well take the chance and have a vampire role play with your partner I mean who said that :/