#his littel face..

[snakeguy999]

UURRAHG DUD EIM SO SORRY I DIDNT PHRAZE THAT RIGHT !!! IM NOT TRYING TOO FIX YOUR DEGIN I DONT SUPPORTTHAT KINDA THING AT ALL I JUST WANTED TO ADD A FEW THINGS ABOUT TPOADS AND . IM SO SORRY

Aaaa dont worry!!!!! i understood what u meant : D

GAAAH these look sogood!!!! Cant wait

[spooky-kakashi]

i hate you botox in actors i want to see expressive faces every time something happens

[yeppeun-riaa]

What do you think their type of girl is: ran, rindou, sanzu and kakucho

TR BOYS AND THEIR TYPE

MDNI 18+

Not proofread. Idk why rans own is the shortest because hes my fav😫, I got carried away with the rest😭,hope you enjoy tho, thank you for the ask💕!

⋆RAN

Ran is into brats! women that are stubborn, women that have an attitude that will be the death of them, women that are way to dramatic and clingy, overall just downright bratty, he'd love to put them in their place when they decide to bitch out on him, he's sadistic and loves to watch them cry while he punishes them.

'You really thought you'd get away after pulling that shit? Then fucking think again, whore, you should be glad I'm putting that dirty mouth of yours to good use' he'd say through gritted teeth while using your mouth th get himself off.

ALSO. He likes when she plays hard to get, he always up for a challenge. I think he'd also be into very studious girs, like student council, top of all her classes type shit because it boosts his ego, and melts his heart, knowing that someone so uptight would crumble within mere seconds under his touch.

⋆RINDOU

He honestly just loves women, he really isn't that picky when it comes to his type but he would fall 10× harder for a girl if she was clingy and really into pda. You might disagree but I think rindou is a moderate fan of pda😭 he just loves all the attention he'd get.... The fact that his girlfriend would always want to hold hands or want him to have his anywhere on her body, a girl that just needs him would ignite a fire in him, he may not show it but he enjoys being wanted...

Your mouth hung agape and you saw stars as rindou thrusted into you at an inhumane pace, all while bending you almost painfully over the sink. "Fuck—rin!" You cried as his hand came down on your ass, you looked like a mess as you locked gaze with yourself in the mirror, tears streaming down your face, makeup all ruined while rindou pounded into you from behind. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself huh?" He says punctuating each word with a slap to your behind. "Don't fucking cry, you wanted this and now you'll take everything I give you and thank me after" yeah... when you came back to the others it was pretty obvious what went down.

⋆SANZU

He likes himself a bimbo, a woman that's that kind, caring, innocent and downright stupid, a girl that's book smart, but stupid in anything else. The type dumb of girl that walks around in tight clothes and thinks the men staring at her being friendly, of course he gets annoyed when she fails to realize that someone is flirting with her, or when she ask the most dumb question and won't stop fucking talking, but it's okaayyy, he loves to shut her up and teach her a lesson!!

"W-wait haru! too much" you'd yelp from your spot on the bed, trying to break free from your restraints to tug him away from your aching pussy. He smirks and runs his tongue up your slit, sticking one more finger into your tight littel hole and sucking harshly on your clit, "you're a fucking whore, if i didn't know any better I'd think you did that on purpose because you wanted a punishment" he spat harshly at you, you lost count of how many times you came, all you were sure of was that he needed to stop because it was all too much. "Baby I'm sorry! I di-didn't know he was flirting", he scoffs slapping your cunt making tears form on your waterline, "how could you not know? He was all up in your fucking face, talking about he could be better to you than me, are you dumb, or just dumb." It was a statement, not a question and you mourned seeing him sit up to undo his pants, it was gonna be a long fucking night.

⋆KAKUCHO

Kakucho is another one that just loves women♡ he's smitten for women that are confident, it drives him crazy (in a good way) when a girl is passionate and radiates good energy. That popular girl that everyone knows and loves, the girl that every guy wants, the girl that everyone would throw hands for if she ever cried. He wants that type of girl so he can be there for her, and see the side of her no one else gets to. Even the sad side that she never shows, he'll take great pride that he was able to break down her walls and be the only one too see her In that different night. He want to be the one that makes the false happiness, that no one else could detect, real.

"Shh, it's okay" he'd whisper sweet nothings I to your ear at night while he made love to you. Some nights rough, others slow and sensual, it all depended on how you felt, and right now you were sad, all you wanted was the him to love on you, melt all the sadness away. And that's exactly what he would do.

[norrisleclercf1]

Could you come up with something around this subject? Fernando not wanting to celebrate his birthday because it means he on paper will be even older than his baby girl, and he might be a bit worried she will find someone younger😅

Happy birthday to Daddy Nando 😏

A/N: I love him, I really do he just screams Daddy ughhh

Warnings: Age gap, fluff

"What do you mean you don't want to celebrate your birthday?" Shocked as Fernando refuses to take the cake from the Aston Martin mechanics. "Fernando, take the damn cake." Lawerence gruffs, shoving the cake into his friends arm.

"Happy birthday old man." Lance teases patting Fernando on the shoulder, leaving with his father. "Nando, it was sweet of them. You should say thank you." You whisper, nudging him with your shoulder looking at the mechanics.

"Thank you, this really does mean a lot. Just, I don't celebrate my birthdays often. Thanks, for accepting me and making me a part of this team." Fernando smiles, before walking away leaving you to apologize for him. "Nado, wait." You call out rushing after him.

The rain having picked up, you groan covering yourself as best as you can. "Nando! Fernando!" You cry, chasing him in the rainstorm. Skidding to a stop, he turns and pulls you up into a dry area.

"What is wrong with you? It's your birthday and everyone did something very nice. Why are you acting like this?" Wiping water off your face, trying to hold onto your anger. It just smokes out, seeing Fernando's distressed face.

"I'm old." He mumbles, the sound of the rain hitting the metal roof drowns it out. "What did you say?" Making a noise in his throat he chuckles. "I'm old dammit! I'm old, a fucking old man. 42. That's how old I am did you know that?" Fernando spits, not from anger but...something else.

"I know how old you are Nando." The comment meant nothing to you, but to him, it's a sore topic. "Exactly." He breathes, dropping his head on your shoulder. Pulling you in, the sound of the rain dulls the steady beat off your heart. He hates it.

"I'm old, Y/n. Much older than you. I don't want to celebrate, because it just reminds me of our age difference. And..and how you might leave me one day for someone younger." Biting your lip, you try hard not to laugh at his stupid comment.

"Date a littel boy? I highly doubt it. I prefer my men older, they know how to handle me and how to please me. That's you Nando. No one, can change that." Lifting his head, he just blinks and you. "Made you run in the rain." He huffs hating when you get cold and wet.

"Well, how about we go somewhere private and you can show me just how old you think you are?" Grabbing your hand he kisses your wrist, right where the vein that leads right to your heart is. "What do you mean-" He stops, seeing your mischievous grin. "Oh? Oh." Dragging you back to the rain rushing to a better area.

Fernando definitely proved he wasn't old.

[g-xix]

🔞Eating Out Headcanons | Beta Squad

Niko -This man's stubble would graze your thighs and have your flesh BURNING with each step and rub of your thighs the next day -Long ass fingers always working where his mouth isn't, ensuring that he hits every spot imaginable -I think he's a bit of a tease asw- gets you to the edge before pulling away with a sick grin right before you get a release -Bro's nose is so attractive in a weird way, and I feel like it'd nudge against your clit whilst his tongue works which would have knots forming in your stomach and make your head SPIN

George -Ohmyfucking GOD he's so fine and im SICK of ppl not noticing this -My tall lanky, rings n glasses wearing bf frfr -Has you sat on his face OFC -Loves all that pressure and the feeling of your thighs squeezing the fucking life out of his head as though you're tryna crush it -Just like Niko, his beard leaves your inner thighs feeling RAAWWW the next day the way he's so enthusiastic w eating you out -Sloppy with it too, mixes his spit n ur arousal all the same, making such sinfully pornographic noises that'll have your goofy lil head SPINNING at the mere thought of it -And when you've come undone all over his tongue and his arms are the only thing keeping your body upright? -He looks up at you with blown out pupils and a devious grin, glistening lips from your arousal looking so ungodlily corrupted you consider pushing his head back between your thighs again

Chunkz -It's so weird but I just CANNAE imagine Chunkz acc giving head 😭 -100% more receiver than giver vibes -And he's handsy with it, yk? Hand on the back of your head, running through your hair and getting through all those knots before wrapping his hand around the base of your skull and guiding your movements on his cock

AJ Shabeel -AJE AJE AJE! My no1 bf is an absolute DEMON when it comes to head  -It's like he's genuinely racing to have you cum - lapping up and sucking on your clit with no mercy, literally sending you barrelling towards orgasm -And my word he doesn't even stop after that. -Will litr lick your cum back off your thighs and pussy and have you an overstimulated, shaking MESS as he does it -And then has the NERVE to ask to go for another round?  -Such a little cretin, loves looking up with that smirk and seeing how much of an uncontrollably moaning wreck you are when he's using his mouth

King Kenny -I feel like bro would try a MAD position with it... Like, have your back resting against the bed frame of smth - but he's holding you up by your thighs so that you're literally suspended in air? -Leaves hickeys on your thighs bc he just loves the look of them against your skin n knowing that only he can see them... -I just KNOW he's got a long tongue too, like, he's hitting spots that have you legs shaking so that you're literally convulsing in his arms, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you barrel towards that orgasm -And I just know he'd be an aftercare king, esp after putting you through a HARD orgasm

Sharkyyyy -Oh my God of course he'd have Frank Ocean playing in the background and blue or purple or red coloured lights whilst he's giving head -Has you lying back in bed and is soooo intimate-romantic with it... -Like, he's pressing kisses onto your thighs and gently caressing n massaging your quads n muscles... -Sounds sooo dumb cocky when he's giving head too, bc he'll go from sucking your clit and licking you up to asking "That good, yeah?" and "You gonna be loud for me?" - those dumb littel questions that have you whining and being somehow even louder when he's got his head between your thighs

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[lilsocksiswriting]

From Creepy Stalkero To Creep Gaurd Dog pt.1

Fandom: JJK

Paring: Choso X Reader

Summary: How Choso goes from your creep stalker to your creepy guard dog

Warming: NSFW, Darker Content, no beta, just word vomit, minors DNI

Tags: College AU, stalking, masturbation, Choso is a messy cummer,, Choso being a peeping tom, just all around creep behavior, mutual masturbation

Word Count: 2.1K

This got a littel long so part 2 will be coming soon!

Stalker!Choso who develops the biggest crush on you just by having you in the same gen ed class. And who would have a crush on you? You are just so cute, cool, confident, and always look so put together. He’s probably one of a hundred guys who are jealous that the most liked girl on campus already has a boyfriend, but he’s the only one who lets his crush develop into an obsession.

Stalker!Choso who usually sits in the back of the class. Who gets literal heart eyes when you get up to present. He loves to listen to your honeyed voice as you go through your PowerPoint. He notices how you’re always messing with your Apple Pen or twirling a strand of your hair as you present. You always give a small, light giggle when you mess up.  You look so at ease in the spotlight, like this is where you always belong looking adorable to Choso in your outfits reading off notes from your iPad.  You make public speaking look so easy.

Stalker!Choso who gets braver and eventually moves to sit behind you. He starts to get to class early. That way when you come in with your friends and sit down in front of him, he gets a whiff of your lavender and vanilla perfume you put on every morning. He grows to love this seat because he can see how perfectly your hair falls. If he leans against his desk, he can smell the sweet shampoo you use. He can hear the little jingle of the jewelry you wear as you jolt down notes in your neat handwriting. He can stare at the slope of your neck all class. He can count the number of little flay-away hairs that come loose for the silk bows you wear.

Stalker!Choso who seems to luck out one day when during break the whole class empties out of the classroom, including you, leaving your water bottle sitting right there on your desk for him.  He can’t help himself! He reaches out for the water bottle and takes a long drink once he removes the cap. He moans when his lips touch the same stainless-steel rim that your lips touch. He can taste the faintness of the ChapStick you use. Strawberry. He sets it back in place and watches as you come back in and take your seat. His heart skips a beat you pause before taking a drink. Did it seem lighter? No, that’s silly, then take a long swig. Choso swallows thickly. His face goes beat red and he has to cross one leg over the other quickly before anyone else sees how hard he is.

Stalker!Choso who finds and bookmarks all your social media. He’s careful not to like any of your Instagram posts as he does his nightly scroll while palming the firm bulge in the sweats. When he finds the perfect picture he wants to get off to, this particle night being one of you in a cherry red bikini and a big floppy sun hat at the beach, he sets up on his knee and lays his phone between his spread thighs. As he fists his cock he’ll aim the angry bulbous head at his phone screen. He moans and chants your name “y/n, y/n, y/n, of fuuuuck y/n pleasepleaseplease,” before spurting his load across your digital face.

Stalker!Choso who notices that after class you walk home, alone. Tsk,  what? your loving, great, funny boyfriend can’t even bother to walk you home or come pick you up?  He can’t get the nerve to ask you if you want him to walk you back to your apartment, so instead, he just follows behind you at a safe distance. Your house is the opposite way of his own but that’s ok. As long as you get home safe, he doesn’t mind the longer walk back to his own house.

Stalker!Choso who begins to stay a little longer. Not just making sure you get inside but peeking through your window to make sure you’re all safe and tucked into bed.  Franticly stroking his cock at the little sliver of smooth skin as you change into your slik pjay set or the fluffy ribe you step into your bedroom wearing fresh out of the shower.

Stalker!Choso who follows his usual routine of following you home, eager to get you home and make sure you are safely asleep in your bed. When you two get home your boyfriend’s there joking about how cold it is and how you should just go ahead and give him a key to your place. Choso is so beyond annoyed, borderline enraged when he sees that the only reason your boyfriend came over was because he wanted to have sex.

Stalker!Choso who imagines it’s him that’s striping you of your clothes. That’s his chopped lips kissing your soft lips. Damit he’s the one leaving sloppy marks over your skin. He would go further down that beautiful body he would make sure to praise every inch of skin and enjoy the taste of your sweet cunt before ruining it. He watches your boyfriend, that prick, lead you to fall back on your bed.

Stalker!Choso furiously fucking his fist from outside your bedroom window while imagining that he’s the one on top of you, grabbing your legs and warping them around his waist. It’s his hair you’re running your nails through, oh god, a shutter running through his body at the phantom feeling of your nails racking across his scalp.

Stalker!Choso who’s not at all surprised that he doesn’t last long but is prideful that he lasts longer than your boyfriend. He drops to his knees, the cold and wet soil soaking into his jeans. He can’t keep his desperate moans and whimpers to himself. Fuck, he wants that to be him, he wants to be the one inside you, funking into you, and making your bed creek. Fuuuuck, he wants you so bad. He wants to make you cum again and again and again-   a cry is ripped from chops as his cum splatters against the side of your house.

Stalker!Choso who gets even more bolder and begins to leave you little notes here and there. you find them throughout your day tucked into the pocket of your jacket or your bookbag. They start out as little complainants like ‘You look nice today’, ‘You always smell amazing’ or ‘god you look so pretty in that skirt’. They honesty doesn’t creep you out at all, you actually really like them. Your own boyfriend barely ever says these things to you. Each little note you find brings a  smile to your face. You keep them in a shoe box tucked away at the bottom of your closet.  You start to dress up not for you or that pompous boyfriend of yours, but for your stalker.

Stalker!Choso who notices you starts to leave your curtains open a smidge more. It has to be for him. Choso can now see the glory of your naked body. You must know that he watches you nearly every night. Why else would you stop wearing that fluffily robe (it’s in the wash)? He takes pictures and videos of you going about your nightly routine. patting dry your skin,  rubbing lotion on your arms, legs, between your thighs, and practically groping yourself as you do your breasts. His cock is achingly hard he keeps forgetting to swallow his drool as he films you.

Stalker!Choso who buys the same lotion and shampoo that you use. He uses it as lube to jerk off at his computer desk or in his shower. The scent makes me groan and sob. Rather he’s alone at night, hips arching off the bed and bedroom filled with a quick repetitive ‘fapfapfapfap’, or in the shower using his hand and the multiple shower head setting, it is never enough. Choso knows that once he splatters his load on his chest or watches his spilled cum be pulled down he will still be left wanting.

Stalker!Choso whose wanting leads to him to become more obsessive and drastic. Those little love notes start to become lewder.

‘That little outfit of yours today made me so hard.’

‘I use the same lotion as you  to stroke myself every night.’

‘I need to stuff your cute cunt full of my cum, I hate wasting so much of it.’

‘Wanna worship  every inch of your body baby.’

‘I daydream if sending our between the plush though feasting on your wetness.’

‘You pussy’s the only this I seem hungry for these days.’

‘I wanna fuck you raw until  your cunt only made me me,’

Each time you read these notes your cheeks heat up and you squeeze your thighs together

Stalker!Choso who can’t stand the sight of your ruddy cheeks being stained by big fat tears.  He already has your phone out calling you. You try to sober up as you accept the call. Choso doesn’t say hello he just asks if you wanna get off. If he can have the honor to make you cum. Makes you a promise, “I can help you feel good baby, please.”

Stalker!Choso who is surprised how you nod then say ok in a small voice. He instructs you to get comfy, and lay back on your bed, yes just like that. He tells you to start out slow. “Show me how you like your clit played with.” you follow all of your stalker's instructions. Rubbing yourself and teasing your hole till you dripping wet and hot. He then tells you to slowly start to fuck yourself with your middle finger, god your such a good girl. Then add your index. “Curl then now, yeah, that feels good doesn’t it? need to pay attention to what spots make you feel really good baby” By the time he has you plunging four fingers into your soaking cunt, Choso is right outside stroking his cock in tandem with you.

Stalker!Choso whose breath is becoming labored as you fill his ears with your sweet moans and squelching cunt. “Fuuuuck, baby, feel good?” and when you tell him yes, that he’s the one making you feel so wet and hot he has to grip the base of your cock so he doesn’t cum. He needs to cum with you. “N-now I need to rub that puffy little clit like you like- fuck yes.”

 Stalker!Choso who is in heaven as he cums with you, watching the way your cunt tries to squeeze around your finger and the way you buck your hips. Then, you thank him and he’s so flustered that he hangs up. But your breathless “thank you” plays in repeat in his head and makes his whole week.

[starry-hughes]

tennessee orange

mat barzal x hughes sister!reader

summary: you hate how you look in orange but you would do anything for mat.

listen to the song while reading!

Mama, I'm callin', I've got some news Don't ya tell daddy, he'll blow a fuse Don't worry, I'm doin' okay

When Jack first moved to New Jersey, you went with him. Your parents were a bit concerned about their rowdy, chaotic middle son going to New Jersey alone. The worry wasn’t there for your twin brother, Quinn, and he was responsible enough. You lived with Ty Smith and Jack for the year. Most of the time, you tried not to bother Jack often, not wanting to be an overbearing older sister. 

You had found a job in New York, commuting each day on the train to work. You met Mat on one of your first weeks in New York. His secret favorite coffee shop wasn’t on Long Island, and he would always make his way there after rough morning skates. You were sitting in the coffee shop, working on your laptop during your lunch break. Mat saw you. He recognized you immediately. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. 

He got his coffee before approaching you. “Do I know you?” Mat asked. Without looking up, you rolled your eyes, “Is that some sort of pickup line?” When you looked up, you were shocked to see Mat Barzal. Your eyes widened, “Oh, you play hockey.” 

A cocky smile grew on his face, “So you gonna tell me where I’ve seen you before?” 

“My brothers are in the league, Quinn and Jack Hughes. And my youngest brother Luke is going to be drafted in a couple of years, hopefully.”

Mat recognized the names quickly. Before he could speak again, your phone alarm went off. “It was nice to officially meet you, Mat. I gotta get back to the office, though. See you at games, I guess,” you gave him a smile. 

He watched you pack up your bag, his body frozen in place. Before you could reach the door, he was blurting out to you, “Can I get your number?” 

Just never thought I'd see the day. I've never felt this way

Mat made you feel different. A good different. You didn’t feel like the sister of Quinn and Jack Hughes and uprising star Luke Hughes. You didn’t feel like the daughter of Ellen and Jim Hughes, hockey stars as well. You just felt like you. Mat wanted to know your favorite color and the story behind the scar on your knee. He wanted to know how you drank your coffee and your opinion on different foods. 

You were something different for Mat as well. He was used to dating people who used him for his status and didn’t want to get to know who he was underneath all the layers he had yet to peel back. His heart would flutter each time you would stay late in his bed, not caring if you were late to work and wearing his soft t-shirt, asking him about his childhood and his favorite song. 

Mat was your favorite secret. You didn’t tell your parents or brothers. Most of the time, you were spending your nights in New York at Mat’s apartment. Jack was so caught up in his rookie year that he didn’t even notice your absence. You and Mat had snuck around for years before a discussion of telling everyone started. 

I met somebody and he's got blue eyes. He opens the door and he don't make me cry. He ain't from where we're from. But he feels like home, yeah. He's got me doin' things I've never done

Mat had asked you to attend his game, offering you a blue and orange jersey. He pulled the jersey out of his closet, tossing it at you. You were over at his apartment after work one day. He watched with amusement at your face scowling up at the sight of his jersey. “What? Don’t like the colors?” he teased. “It’s partly orange.” You were used to wearing red for the Devils or Canucks colors or Michigan colors. The orange was a color you hadn’t worn before, really. Even when Luke was playing for the Littel Caesars hockey team, you didn’t wear orange. 

Mat’s hand cupped your face, “Wear it for me? Please.” 

You were swimming in his jersey. It felt different to you. Having a name on your back that wasn’t your own. A number that was not the number your brothers wore. “It looks good on you,” Mat smiled as he kissed you. It was a fuzzy feeling. He made you feel fuzzy inside, in a good way. 

“Now you have something to wear to a game.” 

Your stomach churned uncomfortably. “I think we should tell our family’s before we go out in public together,” you swallowed. Mat’s face fell a little bit, “Oh, right, yeah.” You grabbed his hands from your face. “Mat, I just want my brothers to hear it from me, not in some interview or some talk in the locker room. I will wear this jersey for you, even though I hate the orange, but just after I tell my family.”

I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him

It was the Christmas break. You and your brothers went up to Canada with your parents to watch Luke play in the Worlds. Your family sat down together for dinner. It was nice to have everyone there. Jack made a small comment about you never being in the apartment. Your twin shot you a confusing look. “I, uh, I met someone. In New York,” you swallowed. Mat had informed you that he wanted to tell his parents about you over the break, and you agreed to do the same. 

Your mom smiled, “That’s great, honey!” 

Your brothers almost threw a riot regarding your unknown boyfriend. The protectiveness kicking in. “Who is it?” Jack questioned loudly in the middle of the restaurant. You pushed around the food on your plate before mumbling, “You guys know him already.” 

Luke had heard you, eyebrows furrowing together, “We know him?” 

“He plays for the Islanders?” you said, laughing nervously. 

And I wore the hat on his dash to the game. It sure wasn't Athens but I Fell for him under those Neyland lights

After the break, Mat was officially introduced to Jack first, coming over to New Jersey to your shared apartment. “Mat!” you were surprised he came to visit you. He smiled, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Jack is here,” you cleared your throat, Mat gazing over your shoulder at your younger brother watching. “I thought we could have dinner together. You’re always talking about that Italian place here,” Mat suggested as you let him come further into the apartment. 

“Good idea! We can go to dinner!” Jack surprisingly shouted, standing to get his shoes. “I think he meant just me and him,” you sighed. “It’s fine, babe. Jack can join,” Mat said. “I promised Quinny I would watch the two of you anyway,” Jack mumbled. 

During dinner, Jack was being obnoxious: asking Mat personal questions, making Mat and you sit apart, and making sure Mat knew you had brothers who wouldn’t let him get away with hurting you. At the end of dinner, Mat leaned over, whispering in your ear, “I thought Jack would be the easiest one to befriend.” 

You chuckled, “At this point, you have the best chance of befriending Luke before the other two.” 

Mama, forgive me, I like him a lot. Hell, I'm learning the words to Old Rocky Top. And he's got a smile that makes me forget, I've always looked better in red

Of course, Mat would ask you to attend the game that he was playing against Jack. Quinn happened to be in town as well since his schedule had him on the east coast. Your parents tried to come to the games where their sons play against one another, and they decided to stay for the Islanders and Devils game in New York.

You had been at Mat’s place before the game. You had slowly been moving in with him. Luke would be joining the Devils at the end of his NCAA season and taking your place in Jack’s apartment. “You going to wear my jersey?” Mat asked as he buttoned up his shirt. He wouldn’t force you to wear it, especially to a game where your brother was playing on the opposing team. The look in his eyes when he realized you were going to actually wear his jersey is a look you'll never forget. A look full of love for you.

When you agreed to wear Mat’s jersey to the game, you should had known you’d get a few chirps from your parents and Quinn, who were already sitting in the seats on the glass when you got there. “You’re wearing Mat’s jersey!?” Quinn exclaimed as you took a seat. 

Your face heated up, “I still want the Devs to win, don’t worry. Just don’t tell Mat that.” Mat skated over to you during warm-ups, smiling as he saw you in his jersey. He waved before skating off again, making sure to score you two goals. You sat there, humming along to the chants from the Islanders fans in the arena. You didn’t even realize you were humming along. “You really like him?” your mom beamed. You nodded in response to her question. 

Even though you hated how you looked in the Islanders jersey and in orange, you really did love him. 

I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him

[starliights-shining]

Thinking about fat spike Jazz. Bullying his spike into you with no remorse. His servos hoplding onto your hips, he needs to make sure your still. If you squirm you'll just cause yourlself more pain, and he knows thats the last thing you wanna be in. He's shusshing your through it, thumb rubbing over your skin in a soothing manner. He's still slowly pushing his fat spike into you. Listening to ever last little noise that leaves your mouth. He knows your not fully enjoying this, but just the way your face scrunches and your lips pout, he loves it. It drives him crazy, so crazy he has to fight back the urge of just wanting to stuff you and then proceed to fuck you right after, but he knows. He knows that you adjusting to the sheer size of him is a must if he wants you to enjoy yourself, if he wants to hear those heavenly noises that fall from your lips. His servos tighten around your hips, he's triyng his hardest to not listen to the littel bug in his processor. He has to give you time, let you get used to him after so long without him. But he just can't, he can't stop the way his hips start to rock after just a few seconds, and those breathy whimpers of yours egging him on further. He groans, shaking his head. His optics closed tight behind his visor.

"God, you're driving me fucking crazy."

[epic-arc]

Monster Fucker Week Short 2!: Me and My Spider Girlfriend

Jaune would wake up and find that his body was wrapped around a cocoon of web and by his side was Weiss hugging him with a cute expression on her face.

Jaune: Weiss wakes up… You caught me in your webs while i sleep again…

(Spider)Weiss: Just 5 more minutes it's so comfortable and warm…

Jaune would be littel grumpy but he was enjoying Weiss hug.

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Weiss and jaune were having coffee together and jaune would have some milk and he noticed that the milk tasted a bit strong but nice.

Jaune: Hey honey where did you buy that new milk? he is very good!

Weiss listened to what jaune had said and she would have a slightly flushed face but a small smile on her face.

(Spider)Weiss: Hehe that milk you're drinking is homemade.

Jaune would be thoughtful with the comment with weiss but soon after he goes back to drinking the milk.

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Fun fact: Spider milk, drop for drop, contains four times more protein than a cow's, per a new report published Thursday in the journal Science. It's the first time scientists have documented a milk-like substance in an arachnid.

[irishrosescottishlass]

So you think Debling is a "good choice" for Penelope? The same man who was actively looking for a wife to take care of his estate as he planned to be gone for 3 years on a journey that he most likely won't return from? The same man who insinuated that Penelope would not be faithful to him as she had "feelings" towards Colin, that at the time she did not know he returned? The same man who looked her in the face and admitted that he was so dedicated to his hobby that he did not know if he could return her affection, should it grow? Penelope, who wanted someone to love her, who was a romantic and needed an out from her Mother and siblings, who are indeed a comic relief but are actually really awful to her all because she is still unwed and likes to read. Listen, Lord Debling is not a bad guy. He would, objectively, be a great husband to a member of the Ton, like Cressida, who just wanted to be married and have an household to run. But for Penelope, he most certainly is not the right fit. Be honest, most of this narrative comes from the fact that Penelope is a midsize character who falls in love with an handsome man, one who "shouldn't" be in a relationship with someone like her. Colin is a simp, who wanted to fit in with the Ton so bad, he tried to act like a rake, only to look relatively silly. Then comes Penelope, who calls him out but also accepts that he likes to write and is in fact, a soft man. Yes, it might have been cringe to witness but ffs, that was the point! A man like Colin can and does love women like Penelope. (Imagine thinking Nicola Coughlan isn't gorgeous or that Luke Newton isn't handsome, some of y'all are far too comfortable being nasty on the internet.)

Listen, you can obviously have your own opinions about this season, the actors, the writing etc but the discourse on tumblr, twitter and reddit is wild to witness. Can we please just enjoy a fun, frilly, silly littel story where true love prevails? The world sucks as it is; I don't know why I see so many people, especially women, go out of their way to shit on something. It doesn't make you cool or edgy to not enjoy something like Bridgerton. Go and watch the movies and shows you actually like instead of seeking out entertainment that offends you.

[mazeinthemiroh]

I see your request is open and I'm excited to make one ❤️😭 can I request how ateez would react on trying period cramp simulator?? Like their s/o brought them the device and forces them to have a taste of how it feels to be at the verge of dying every once a month 🤧

ateez reactions to a period cramp simulator

genre: full crack, lmao

word count: 0.7k

warnings: mentions of a pain kink, cursing

authors notes: lowercase intentional. thank you so much for requesting, honestly you made my day this was such a good idea of yours! i really enjoyed writing this, the thought of it is so freaking funny to me idk why 😭 anyways i really hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

hongjoong

i can just imagine his face dropping when you tell him what that device in your hand was for. you can see his fear building in his eyes. he would throw some excuse at you like "oh yeah for sure i will do that but uhh maybe another time? i'm too busy atm baby" or "nah i'm tired rn, but it sounds like a great idea don't get me wrong *eye twitch*" obviously you don't give his excuses the time of day, walking over and pulling his shirt up, telling him "well my period comes at inconvenient times too. when nature calls you'll just have to deal with it-" "YEAH BUT IT ISN'T NATURAL FOR ME??"

seonghwa

he thinks you're joking at first ngl. he lets out a soft little chuckle at your idea, but when he sees you're actually serious all laughing stops. will hold your hand and squeeze it extremely hard like its a birth simulator instead of a period one because he is ✨STRUGGLING.✨ afterwards he will probably be like "babe, i had no idea this was so painful 🥺🥺🥺" and proceed to buy you mountains of chocolates, flowers, sanitary products, everything. he's so supportive <3

yunho

baby asks what he has done wrong 😭😭 like, what has he done to deserve this?? but you have to reassure him like "noooo, you didn't do anything wrong i was just curious and wanted to try it." he's giving you the biggest, most adorable puppy eyes he could ever muster but he eventually lets you have your little experiment. and regretfully so. i feel like yunho has pretty good pain tolerance but still, he has never had this amount of pain in that specific area so he's amazed

yeosang

"no" "yes" "no" "yes" "i'm not doing that" "yes you are". it will take a lot of bickering before yeosang gives into you, rolling his eyes when you sort out the device on him. you start on the lowest setting but because he was arguing with you before you turn the pain level up, and up, and up. "yeah its not that ba- ah!" he winces as it gets worse and worse. "there is no way you go through this every month??"

san

gets all pouty and starts whining when you put the device on him. "y/nnnn ahh have a not been a sweet boyfriend to you? treated you right? why must i suffer????" when you finally turn on the simulator, at first he's like "...oh... yk what i think i can do this actuall- LORD HELP ME" you'd think those rock hard abs of his could withstand the pain but man is trying to fight back tears over here-

mingi

mingi thinks he is going to die. his pain tolerance is not that best so this simulator thing is pretty unbearable for him. at some point you gotta take pity on the guy and low the pain because you can see in his eyes that he's hurting so much <///3 after this littel experiment is over, he is panting and glaring at you. "right, no cuddles for you for the rest of the week!" this little protests literally lasts an hour, tops

wooyoung

"so what you're saying is that you have a pain kink" "wha- wooyoung!" "why else do you want me to do this?" he laughs his obnoxious hyena laugh ily wooyoung and he's obviously teasing you and turning it into a joke but there's no deny the trace of hesitance in his eyes. anyways long story short, you have to tackle and restrain him to put the device on. you don't know if he's being his super dramatic self or if he is in actual pain but he is not having a good time, nope. he's definitely gonna get you back for this one.

jongho

would probably laugh and shrug. he likes a good challenge and i feel like he has good pain tolerance too?? so he's like "sure, why not ig?" but as the cramps start to increase in frequency and pain, in his mind he starts to regret his decision. his face is blank for most of the time because you're just staring at him waiting to see his reaction. he sorta purses his lips and mutters "are we done yet?" and you smile and shrug "nah we still got the highest setting to go." oh shit.

[silvabacca]

(This one is a continuation to my previous short story, but you can read it without the first one) (anyway enjoy)

It was a really memorable evening for Miles. Altought he spend it like any other, listening to music, sketching in his sketchbook and singing some questionable words that were suppose to be lyrics.

He was in his dorm with his roommate Ganke, who played video games on his computer. It was really peacful, warm, sunset behind the window also a person behind said window-

Miles’ spider sens tingled and immedietly jumped out of his bed just to see that said person is his friend. A very handsome and cool friend.

Hobie knocked on the glass and waved to Miles who sighed with reliefe. He opened a window for a guest and gestured to come in. Hobie basically crawled like a spider and gave Ganke a near heart attack.

It wasn’t a first time for Hobie to check up on his friend. At first he occasionally visited Miles in his dimention, but now he does it very often, in fact Hobie is in his friend’s room twice a week.

And how does Miles feel about all of this? Well it would be a lie, if he said that he didn’t like this. He’s always in a better mood when his friend is around, just his presence is enough for him to feel good. Also when Hobie is around they always hang out and have a great time.

- So what are we doin’ today sunshine?

Hobie always gives Miles weird nicknames. At first Miles was a little shocked at it (because nobody and I mean NOBODY would normaly call him „sunshine”, „love”, etc…okay maybe his mami but still). But now he just smiles at it and just treats it like another „British Thing”.

- I’ve got some ideas - replies Miles while smirking and gesturing at spray paint and a spidey suit.

Hobie smirks and nods in agreement. After younger one has changed and garabbed a backpack full of paint they both swing out of the window.

They land together at some abandoned factory and search for a good spot. After a couple of minutes Hobie whistles and shows Miles a big and not so ruined wall. Boy smiles at it and starts to unpack his stuff while the other sets up music (Yes they made together a playlist with their favorite hip hop and punk rock songs). They both grab spray paint in their hands and start painting together.

It’s always the most fun part of their meetups, when they both are just free and do whatever they want. Like it’s not so often when Miles can just be himself. Especially now with being a part of a team, his duties in HQ, college, parents. He constantly needs to be focused, because he’s bussy with everything. That’s why he appreciates his time with Hobie, a time when he can be himself with a company of his friend.

Some time passed and the wall, which was originally blank, now was full of colors, shapes and abstraction. Boys looked at their work and admired it for a while.

- It’s been a while since we did this - said Hobie still looking at their graffity

- Yeah…I missed it - Miles replied with a smile.

In this moment Hobie looked at Miles, the same way as on their masterpice, but more softer. He also smiled and put his hand on his friend’ shoulder. Which made Miles jump a little, but after a while he relaxed and accepted the touch.

Hobie looked at him the whole time and saw how expressions change on his face. From a smile to a littel bit sadder one. He noticed it and whispered:

- What’s wrong, love?

Miles didn’t look at him, he just put his mask on and started walking. Hobie didn’t understand what was going on. He reached to grab him, but then Miles stopped, not looking even once.

- Follow me - he whispered.

Hobie hesitated for a second, still confused about the whole situation. But then he put his mask on to signal he’s ready. They left the building in complete silence.

It was the most awkward travel that they ever had. No words were spoken which made Hobie even more nervouse. Something like this never happened to him before with Miles. He was thinking about the worst and the silence didn’t help him.

After a while they landed in front of a metro station in Brooklyn. They run together there, Miles on the front, still not talking and Hobie following him, overthinking too much. They went trought a dark and abondoned tunnel and entered blocked area. For a while it was too dark to see anything, but then a little light started appearing. They came closer and closer and entered a big room.

Hobie completly didn’t know where they were, because Miles never took him here and to this part of town in general. He started looking around and studied every wall. He just stood there looking everywhere, then his eyes went to Miles again.

The boy stood in front of a beautiful graffity. In fact it kinda looked like one of designs he saw in Miles’ room some time ago. The big, colorfull, chaotic „No Expectations” with one black, small person in the middle”.

He watched as Miles gently touches painting, standing in front of this small figure. One hand on the wall and the other slowly removing mask of his head. That’s when he turned back to Hobie and finally looked him in the eyes. His face had a slight and sad smile, he laugh a little and calmly started talking.

- Sorry for worring you, it kind didn’t go as I planned originaly, but…

He paused for a moment, nervously touching his hands. He let out a big sigh and continued.

- You know it’s been a while since I’ve been here. Heck it could be 6 years now…but anyway I just wanted to show it to you.

He gestured at the graffity and said

- I created this when I didn’t know my place, my place in my own life. I struggled then with a lot of emotions, but I had help from my..my uncle - he smiled at the last word - he was a good guy.

Then he looked at Hobie with big smile.

- He was kinda like you. I mean you are a lot cooler than him and you are handsome and you are- Oh shit

He got a little embarrased which made Hobie laught, this made Miles calmer. Finally Hobie decided to move, not much, but just a little closer. As he stopped the othe decided to continue.

- Yeah this deffinitely doesn’t go as planned, well I just wanted to say that I trust, that I respect you, that you are…you are

Miles couldn’t breath for a moment, his emotions got to him and he couldn’t speak what was on his mind. Hobie saw that and immedietly decided to hug him. It wasn’t that type of hug they usually sheared, it wasn’t another joke, wasn’t just a hug. It was a sign that Hobie was there for Miles, that it’s okay, he gets it. Miles opened a heart, a part of his soul, story, whatever you could call it, it was special.

(Just like him…he’s special…or even more) tought Miles while beeing in his friend’ arms.

(Friend…oh. Oh…It’s more than that)

The moment Miles realised his feelings for Hobie tears fell down his cheeks. He blinked a couple times in surprise, it’s been a really long time.

- Oh shit, why are they…- Miles said to himself and started to let go of Hobie, but then the other hugged him tighter.

- No no no shhhh ’is okay love - said taller guy and gently patted Miles’ shoulder - ’is alright.

Miles laughted a little and said

- I wanted to be cool in front of you, now look at me, a total mess.

- You were, are and will always be amazing to me, sunshine.

- Yeah?

Miles whispered and continued hugging Hobie. They lasted like this a moment longer, until Miles calmed down completly.

Then they decided to go back to dorm where they parted ways. Hobie went trought his portal and Miles collapsed on his bed still procesing what happened. While thinking about that evening he fell asleep and dreamed about the hug the whole night.

After this it was a little awekward for Miles to look Hobie in the eyes, but it didn’t last long. They went back to normal, but with a little diference this time. Now Miles knew the name of the feeling he felt

(Aaaand that’s it, this turned a little angsty, but I think it’s good. I hope you enjoyed this and let me know if you want another part, but this time with confesion)

[morgandoesstuffsig]

Can you pleaseeeeeee do a comfort/angst Adam Murray x reader where Adam walks in on y/n cleaning up all the evidence after either s/h or a sewerslide attempt 😢

!!! sure :33 im also trying out new formatting so <3 I GT A LITTEL DISTRATCED MAKING THIS SORRY

TRIGGER WARNINGS : SU*CIDAL THOUGHTS, S*LF HARM, HEAVY BLOOD MENTION, RELAPSES, IMPLICATIONS THAT READER HAS ATTEMPTED BEFORE, READER SEES BLOOD AS 'SICKENINGLY BEAUTIFUL' MULTIPLE TIMES, FAILED SUICIDE ATTEMPT

❧ in which adam murray finds his lover holding a knife to their own flesh. ✦ a/n : ignore the header there's not very many for bps overall😔 ☼ proceed with caution ! this is your final warning. if you are uncomfortable with aforementioned topics, please just scroll.

♪ now playing... Ola Ola St 2009 by t0ughpysch0 !

YOUR FIRST MEMORY OF TODAY WAS BLOOD. It wasn't like you'd awaken to the sight of it- more like, that's when your consciousness had kicked in. Slits of red coded your wrists and thighs, and you could do nothing but stare at them before looking over at your bloody knife. You didn't usually use a knife when you relapsed.

Maybe this wouldn't be just a relapse this time.

The knife raised up to your throat as you stared dead into the bathroom mirror, watching as you began to sink the cold metal deeper into the flesh of your neck, small droplet of blood both from the knife and the small, and soon to be growing, wound that began to adorn your skin. White noise overcame your hearing sense as you watched the crimson liquid drip down. How sickeningly beautiful.

Preparing to slit your neck deeper, you took the deepest of breaths you could before the clattering of metal against marble echoed throughout the bathroom. The knife was no longer in your hands, yet a larger slash embellished your palm.

You didn't get to look at it for long before your hand was grabbed by another, familiar one.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Adam yelled as your gaze finally trailed back up to his face, taking in each inch of his horrified expression.

The tears threatening to stream down his face, the way he trembled as he held your hand, the obvious grimace on his face, and his wide blue eyes, panic evident in them. Even more was fear. Fear not of you, but far of losing you.

"You- You told me you'd..!" He groaned, his grip on your hand involuntarily tightening for a moment before he shakily exhaled, "You told me you'd at least tell me when these- these thoughts came back!"

"I'm sorry." What more could you say? It was too late to warn him now.

"Don't... apologize. It's not your fault. I.. I just.." He sighed, closing his eyes for only a moment, "Let me hug you. Please."

"Okay," Who were you to deny him? His arms snaked around you, his face leaned against your body as he gripped you in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I didn't mean to. I'm just..."

"Scared?"

"Yes. I don't know what I'd do without you." He sighed, looking back at you as soon as he'd opened his eyes again, "I know that sounds selfish, but I mean it. I need you here." You had nothing to say to that, so he took it as a cue to continue speaking.

"I know it's probably hard for you to convince yourself to even get out of bed in the mornings, much less continue living without... hurting yourself. But..." He trailed off, leaning his head onto your shoulder, "I know it'll get better as time moves on. I-I'll make sure of it. But, how will you see how wonderful tomorrow will be if you don't ever make it there?"

"I need you," He hiccuped after a while.

"I know."

"Please stay." He begged.

There was no reply. You didn't know for sure. But you'd try at least. Even if it wasn't for yourself. It was for him, at least. He needed it. You might've needed it too.

[tree0frog]

The way you kiss me

Lockwood and co-masterlist

main master list

george x reader

i fixed the fic littel since i didn't like it

warning-kissing not smut by its kinda of suggestive so you have been warned,reader is shorter than George swearing friends to lovers also my first time writing for him or anything like this sorry if it's bad lol

It was 3 am when you had decided to wake up not by choice just because your body had decided to say fuck you and wake you up too early,

putting your slippers on you made your way downstairs not expecting the lights to be nor.

"George?" you stiffed a yawn not even bothered by the lack of clothing on his legs.

"couldn't sleep do you want tea?" he asked already pulling down your mug and placing the tea bag in it for you.

"if that ok" a weak smile made its way onto his face, he always wondered how you looked in the morning normally by the time he was awake you were fully ready for the day but here you were your hair a mess and your eyes laced with sleep and your lips oh how he wanted to kis-.

"George are you ok?" your hand waved in front of his face.

"hmm, what oh yeah yeah I'm fine"he quickly turned to finish making the two cups of tea, before handing you one.

The two of you stood in silence for an as both your minds raced about a few nights ago.

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The two of you were walking back from a case Lucy and Lockwood were already back home when some guys started to follow you.

"i em i'm going to do something and well you just going to need to trust me ok" his voice was a whisper as you nodded.

He was quick to move your body, your back now prest agent some cold stone wall his body acting as some form of shield to yours, one had rested above your head the other was brought to tilt your chin up making the two of you meet eyes.

his lips moved closer to yours they were softer than you thought they would be and tasted of the tea and sugar that he had drank a few hours prior. The kiss was deepened and even though you were both sure the men where gone none of you could stop, not until you needed air.

"looks like they're gone let get you home yeah," George said as he started walking back to Portland Row.

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"about the other night." he stared but you were quick to cut him off"its alright and well i kind of liked it" A blush covered the tips of your ears as you moved closer to him placing your now empty mug in the sink as you began to wash it.

George didn't know where this newfound confidence was coming from but he was quick to place his mug on the table and wrap his arms around your waist his breath ghosting your neck, a smirk crept up onto his face as he felt your body stiffen by his touch, your breath hitched as he whispered into your ear.

"Can I kiss you again?" all you could manage was a nod before you pulled your neck backward to meet his lips.

A shakey moan left your lips as he moved to kiss down your neck leaving dark marks as he went.

"fuck Georgie" Your arms moved to his hair keeping him in place as he worked on adding another hickey to your neck.

"i love you so much, you don't know half of the things i want to do with you love" he mutters as he moves you round to fully face him the mug long forgotten.

"then do it," you said against his lips.

~~~

Lockwood was confused, to say the least, as he watched you and Lucy talk in the kitchen, your jumper moving down enough to see the dark bruise left in the early hours of the morning.

"What happened to your neck, "he asked as he watched a blush creep up onto your face.

"Holy shit you shagged someone and didn't tell me"Lucy laughed,

"i well i didn't shag anyone and even if i did i don't think my first thought would be to tell you Lucy" you laughed as you watched George walk into the kitchen making his was right to you.

"god morning love,"he said kissing your forehead before going to make himself a cup of tea.

Lucy looked like she could die from excitement.

"you two better not of had sex in my house" he looked horrified.

"Does this also apply to you two locky cos you're not as quiet as you both think"George quipped back making you let out a laugh as Lucy and Lockwood's faces burned crimson?

[water3]

Pink tabs

Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: After finding Loki in YOUR room with YOUR book, you got mad… but can you keep being mad when he start reading form your book out loud?

Warings: 18+, adult stuff, smut, Loki reading smut to Y/N, a bit touching, nakedness, a bit breeding kinks. Pleas tell me if I forgot something.

Words: 681

A/N: You know when you feel like writing something, but don’t know what you really gonna write about. Yeah, that was what I felt few hours ago, sooo here we are.

Picture: I took the picture. Use it if you want, just give some credit. The book is The dare by Harley Laroux. If you need something smutty, kinky and spicy "The dare" is definitely THE book.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I Yelled across my room.

Loki is sitting in my one-man-couch reading a book, I can’t see the book from his big hands.

He looked up at me with a big smirk as closed the book, but still had his thumb holding the page, so he could go back to it, and read later.

“Say something!” I yelled, but he just ignored me and got back to his book.

“LOKI!”

“Can’t you see, you are interrupting me in the middle of something?” he said as he lifted the book, showing what he meant with “something”.

“Noooo, you can read your stupid littel book in YOU OWN ROOM, and NOT MINE!” 

“Uh, is this not the library, oops?” he said sarcastically.

“Really funny, but now you can go” I pointed to the door.

“Hmmm let me think about it” He really know how to push my buttons.

I walk up to him and snap the book from him.

“Be careful, You might ruin your tabs” My tabs? What does he mean by “Your tabs”. The it hit me. I look down… Is my book.

He could see I realized what he was reading.

“I really like the tab-thing. The pink ones are my favorites, a bit spicy but good” he said mockingly.

He snaps back the book, and opens one of the pages with a pink tab.

“And sweetie, you can get the book back when I’m done”

“Hell no. You can put the book back from where you got it and leave”

He just kept reading like I wasn't there.

“LOKI GIVE ME THE BOOK BACK NOW!” I walked closer to him, in between his knees.

He looks up at I. I try to snap the book from him, but he just moves the book away.

“that wasn’t so sweet, darling”

I didn’t answer him, but just walked over to the bed, trying to ignore he was in my room. 

He looked as I walk away. He kinda felt sad that the fun was over.

I lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket over me, still trying to forget he was here. I took my phone and watched some videos with really high sound, in hope he would get annoyed and leave.

--30 minutes goes by--

Loki walked up to me. I still tried to ignore him.

“Y/N?” I still looked down on my phone. “Y/N” “Y/N”

“Okay, this will be fun” He sits down on my bed, a few inches from me.

I hear him open the book.

“I was laying there, naked. His hand slowly moved up my leg to between my legs, only brushing over my pussy. But still managed to make me squirm and twist by his touch, like I didn’t have control over my body, which I didn’t. Everytime he touches me or just looks at me, it is like my body is being for him”

 I already knew which page he was reading from. The page I had readed so many times, that I have lost count.

He kept reading and before I knew it, I was in another world. Every word that came from his mouth ended up in my mind like a move. I laid the phone away from me.

“He opened up my leg and got his face closer. His voice was so deep and dark, I could come by his voice, if it was for the fact that I hadn’t got the permission. His fingers slowly spread my lips open, I could feel his breeding between my legs” Loki tried to keep going, but it was hard then he knew I was laying there, all worked up.

Loki's hand got under the blanket and over mine shorts. He cared over my hip and kept reading.

His hand got move to me inner thigh.

I tried to not smile, but I think he caught me a few times.

Has his hand got closer and closer to my covered pussy, that harder it was for me to listen. 

As the story ended as his hand got closer.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I'm watching Nezha Reborn listening to Yunxiang narrate like some kind of noir detective and now I can't stop imagining LMK Nezha doing that in his head the entire show and it's hilarious. "As I lay there, beaten and weary, I can't help but think about how far I've fallen for a single crayon to down me with such ease..."

Nezha is trying his best to have a super-serious, Watchmen-esque, internal dialogue; only for the world around him to be far to absurd to be taken seriously.

Nezha, serious-thoughts mode: "The rain fell heavy like... soup? Wait is that a giant dumpling!?"

And since he still has a littel bit of kid-brain, his serious pre-battle speeches get ruined by him not remembering a cool analogy. Turning his speech from Braveheart to Darkwing Duck within seconds.

Nezha, facing SWK in the past: "I am Nezha, The Third Lotus Prince! Youngest born of the Li Jing the Pagoda-Carrying Heavenly King! I am the spear of Heaven. I am the snake in the grass. I am the wheel of wind-fire. I am the demon born from a meatball- no wait that sounds dumb." SWK: "Don't worry I'll remember it, meatball." Nezha: "NO!!!"

He's getting better at the "being dramatic" part of his character. XD