#i eventually wanna marathon them all

[wallisninety-six]

Title Cards of Scooby-Doo's Classic Era (1969-1991)

All Scooby-Doo shows in the 20th century were made by Hanna-Barbera: What's New Scooby-Doo would be released over 10 years since the last series, A Pup Named Scooby-Doo, and was made after the closure of Hanna-Barbera studios in 2001. Don Messick- the original voice of Scooby, would never voice him outside of Hanna-Barbera due to his passing in 1997. Over 200 full-length episodes were made for Scooby over this 22 year period.

[seraphdreams]

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEGUMI!" | MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— synopsis. it would be so very cruel of you to not show your appreciation for your best friend, especially on his birthday.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— cw. smut, college au, reader calls him “megs”, mention of “angelcunt”, unprotected love-making, bimbo!reader / best friend!megumi, a bit of asphyxiation, megumi with a crush! fingering, and praise. mdni <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃— word count. 1.7k, a quick read !!

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! hellooo !! it’s a real one’s birthday, this is the least i could do to celebrate. i’m trying to get back into the groove of writing again so stay tuned n ready 4 fics in the future !! sweet college au best friend megumi is always on my mind, something about a stoic but secretly in love trope .. (he’s no better than his father, sigh) .. as always, if you enjoyed this, please reblog / comment. i’ll bake u you’re favorite sweets if u do !! thank u ♡

megumi has always been there for you. through ups and downs, taxing breakups, even the times you’d get exceedingly inebriated and ramble endlessly about your ever-growing appreciation for him — there was no denying the cordiality he’d shown throughout the many years of your friendship. sure, he could be quite cold, maybe even grumpy; but that was just the joy of megumi fushiguro.

and for that, it’d only be right to repay him.

for all of the times he would show up uninvited to your dorm with the notes of the lecture you’d fortuitously missed, blaming the absence on the absurdly quiet lull of your alarm clock, or when he’d let you have the last bite of his food, because only god knows megumi was never above tolerating you. it’d be the work of a terrible friend to let it all go unnoticed, especially on a special day like today.

“happy birthday, megs!” there you stood,

bubbly and bright as ever, in the doorway of his bedroom, clad in nothing but a tiny pink pajama set with a top reigning transparency, it barely left the skin beneath to the imagination.

he had invited you, along with yuuji and nobara, over to his dorm the previous night to keep him company after class — which led to a kugisaki-induced movie marathon, and eventually phased out into the four of you passed out on the fushiguro’s couch, hues of light omitting from the colorful rays of the forgotten television screen and onto your slumbering faces.

with megumi holding the title of competency within the friend group, it came as no shock when he’d woken up the others to send them on their merry way. all except you, of course. the light throw-over blanket clinging to your body neatly as you slept, soft snores resonating within your being aided in megumi’s decision to give you a few extra minutes to rest.

he could never interfere with your comfort.

after your unanticipated birthday wishes, it took a moment for megumi to come to, blinking away his awareness for your scantily clothed body and opting for a more stoic expression.

“thanks,” he replied, tone low and clouded with an air of vague appreciation.

“wanna know what i got you for your birthday?” your query was that of a sing-song manner as you swayed in place. megumi was used to being around absolute rays of sunshine, but you? you were different. it was as if you were the sun itself; warm and inviting yet shone luminous enough to blind onlookers. you were tooth-rottingly sweet, and as bubbly as you were naive.

matters weren’t made any better forgoing the fact that megumi had true feelings for you. it was a running gag within your friend group, jokes that itadori and nobara would make concerning the contrast between megumi’s unwelcoming behavior when it came to them, and impassive patience had times fell upon you.

in fact, obliviousness was your specialty in being ignorant to the feelings of the fushiguro. it wasn’t your fault, you truly didn’t know.

megumi responds curtly, although with a hint of sarcasm, “a break?”

you pout as you rest your head against the lacquered doorframe, reigning defeated already despite the conversation barely racking up a minute’s time. “no, silly.” the words come out as a giggle. “i got you me!”

a hint of confusion glosses over his features before it morphs into that of a neutral expression. shirtless from his shower just minutes prior, and puzzled from what your mind had conjured up this time, he questions again. “you? you got me you?”

you shake your head affirmatively as he starts up once more. “and what do i do with you?”

clear as day, your exchange took a rather suggestive turn, one that neither of you were intending. “well, you can do a lot of things with me,” now stepping into the room to close the distance between your bodies, your response is thick with an air of lust that megumi noticed seemed to come naturally for you. his heart picks up in pace from the sight of your pretty face, and even prettier eyes looking vacantly into his, as if you weren’t aware of the trap you set up for yourself.

he brushed off the slight arousal brewing up within him, chose to play it off as mirth like he usually did when it came to you. “i guess so.”

you held onto his arm, a more distinct, yet adorable look of seriousness on your features. truly, you were a little doll. “i’m for real, megs. it’s your birthday, i’ll let you do anything you want.”

yeah. you’re really going to regret this one.

the word “anything” came with free reign. and even though megumi thought of himself as anyone but a pervert, he certainly was bound to start acting like one.

“anything?” his question came out as if he was treading lightly while he moved to dig through his drawer, perhaps looking for a shirt.

you stepped back to allow him the space of rummaging, while nodding your head and confirming his suspicions. “anything.”

“let’s fuck, then.”

his tone was nonchalant, easy on your ears as his speaking voice regularly sounded, and you would have missed his request had he not straightened up to search your countenance for an answer — deadpan, as if he hadn’t said a thing.

in that moment, all of what you hadn’t noticed, no. all of what you chose to deny had finally been put into perspective.

megumi fushiguro was fucking hot.

“i mean, if that’s what you want then i don’t mind.” your response was succinct, gentle on your tongue and provided him the response he’d been aiming for.

this might be his best birthday yet.

he strode closer to you in light steps before his large, glacial hand found its place on your cheek and silken lips met yours, pulling you into a salacious kiss filled with hunger and want. the press of his tongue begging to be allotted within the slot of your lips was accepted with your own muscle dancing against his. it was dizzying, and dissimilar. for all your years of knowing megumi, you would’ve never thought up the occuring situation.

lithe fingers danced up the skin of your thighs where you part them on instinct, allowing his digits to work on their own to slip past the barrier of elastic fabric and into your little lace panties, softly drumming along the puffy nub of your clit.

“megumi,” you rasp against his lips, swirling your hips over his hand to build up the sweet friction surging from your core. the saccharine croon of his name tasted sugary like vanilla rolling off of your tongue and onto his. he was in pure bliss; ready to take everything you gave to him.

his body responded to your need, fingertips at your clit circling tightly, an action that pulled a string of mewls from you before you gasped at the intrusion of his long fingers dipping into your core. they curled upwards against your gummy walls just until they increased in pace while his thumb pivoted at your sensitive nub, and fuck! where’d he learn how to do that?

he pulled away only slightly to read your expression, the tent in his pants growing taller, tip leaking carelessly at the onsight of your face, screwed taut in pleasure — plump, glossy lips that were slick with spit and moans slipping past without prevail.

underneath him, your legs felt feeble, as if they’d fall beneath you from the surgence of pleasure. “m-megumi, wait, ‘m gonna!-“ you held onto his shoulders for leverage, your warnings of orgasm falling on deaf, distracted ears, until finally, you were a gushing mess in his palm, coating his digits in your essence.

“fuck. you’re so pretty when you cum,” in that moment, he gave you no chance to react when he gently positioned you over his dresser, pulling down your little shorts until they pooled around your knees.

“y’made me so hard, y/n. can you feel it?” he grinded himself over the plush of your ass, teasing before pulling his sweats down just enough so that his hard, throbbing and leaking, length could be free. it bobbed ever so under its weight while one hand began to pump from base to shaft to soothe the excruciating ache. once he felt satisfied in his ministrations, he lined his cock along your awaiting slit.

“a condom, megs.” your reminder came in the form of a soft lull. after all, you two were just free-spirited college students, unable to pay the consequences of spontaneous actions. “don’t have any.” with that, he sunk his cock inside to the hilt, a low groan rippling from his throat at just how tight your pussy clamped around him. it felt like fucking heaven. he could die in your cunt and be at peace.

while you adjusted to the stretch, he began to move; slow, deep strokes as if he were savoring this moment forever. who knows when he’ll be able to have the luxury to sink inside your perfect angelcunt again? you bit your lip to stave off impending moans which ultimately failed when his arms snaked around your body — one hand underneath the cloth of your shirt and pinching at your perked nipples while the other finds its place right back at your clit.

“sh-shit!” you cry out, eyes rolling and mind hazy from the pleasure. his rhythm increased gradually until he built up a vigorous pace. “i’ve been needing y-you so bad.” megumi groans along the shell of your ear. how he got so lucky as to have his dream girl engulfed around his cock, he doesn’t know. all he’s aware of was the tightening of his abdomen, signaling his own impending orgasm.

white hot pleasure replace all feeling in your body, counting down its time until the familiar numbness washed over you in euphoria. a pitchy moan sounded from your lips and an even whorish whimper when the warmth from spurts of his cum coated your insides.

after what felt like a minute of the two of you recollecting your breaths, megumi finally pulled out, shuddering at the added stimulation at his oversensitive cock.

he leaned your head back to meet his lust-filled gaze; calmness of his deep navy orbs now deepened with sin. megumi pressed gentle kisses all over your face while his hands took purchase at your now, exposed, neck and squeezed tight enough to keep you lightheaded.

“you’re the best birthday present.”

[alllgator-blood]

I gotta post this quick and hop off for the day, but I LITERALLY STAYED UP ALL NIGHT *AGAIN* TO MAKE SURE SHAMURA GOT FINISHED. They're pretty crinkly in some areas because I have to like manually fix their crown + spider butt thing + spider legs after moving them, and I just didn't care enough to retake the photos. I like the wonkiness of them because I just wanted them to have the energy of like, a very old and well-loved scrungly creature

I wanna slam some energy drinks and do like an ask doodle marathon soon because there's some great ones in there I haven't gotten around to, I think I'm done sewing for the time being so heket + leshy + narinder will have to wait to be brought into existence

I did NOT end up doing their extra spider legs on their torso because they kept getting in the way. Honestly one of the biggest concerns for me was figuring out how their body would work because I've never like...though all that hard about what shamura looks like under their cloak? I was debating making their body like mystic seller's where it's just void and space, then I remembered a really old hc I have where the bandages you see under their cloak in their eldritch form are like a binder, so I was torn between both and somehow chose neither. I'm gonna be retouching all the plushies I make eventually so maybe I'll end up doing one. I have an olldddd comic where they're pressured into taking their cloak off and it's just like eldritch horror that melts your face like that indiana jones scene. I would post it but it's VERY graphic lmao

Also shoutout to my cousin for beading me the asexual + nonbinary earrings in the third-to-last pic, every fuckin person in my family can do epic beadwork except me apparently >:( I am a FAKE FAN of my OWN CULTURE. I'VE BEEN TYPING TOO LONG I GOTTA STOP EVERYONE IS WONDERING WHERE I'M AT BUT I NEEDED TO POST THIS!!!!!!

[serevena]

Gf!Ellie on Halloween

a.n - Happy Halloween everyone!! Needed to post this because Halloween is my fav ever..hope your Halloween is good!! Enjoy <3 🎃

warnings - provocative language, fluff, Ellie being a dork and scared of everything, kissing.

; I

Ellie was never the type to celebrate holidays. Her peers would be lucky if she accepted a cake on her birthday.

But you changed that, persistent that Ellie get dressed up and went out with you for Halloween. You went all out and made her close her eyes, grabbing a costume you bought for her a few days prior and holding it in front her.

“You can open ‘em.”

“Holy shit!” Ellie muttered, her brows raising as her hands went to her knees, rubbing them over her jeans lightly. And you could slowly see her crack a smile on her chapped lips.

“Do you like it?” You asked, already knowing the answer. The helmet; which was admittedly the best part to the beloved astronaut costume was still in the closet, and you smiled at the thought of Ellie’s reaction to that. Ellie nodded and felt the fabric of the costume before kissing you, quickly pulling away to look at it again.

“It’s fuckin’ sick!”

; II

Throughout the month of October, you’d been practically forcing Ellie to partake in any Halloween events. Haunted houses, pumpkin carving, pumpkin patches, you name it, the two of you did it.

She most definitely did not agree to the haunted house at first, scared shitless but she’d never admit it.

And god, it was like hell on actual earth when the two of you arrived. Ellie let out something of a scream-groan when the two of you were waiting In line, a man sliding over to the two of you. You laughed, not only finding it cool but also at Ellie’s reaction. She covered her face and squeezed her sweaty palm onto yours.

And let’s not get started on when the two of you actually went inside. She insisted you go first so the scare wouldn’t be as bad for her, but she somehow ended up in the front halfway through. She jumped and practically squealed every time someone popped out, a gush of wind hit the two of you, or a light would make a weird noise.

By the time you and Ellie left the haunted house, she was out of breath, sweaty, and half dead.

“Never. Fucking. Again.”

; III

“That’s for like, five year olds.” Ellie muttered.

“Right, because parents trust a five year old with a sharp object.” You laughed, wielding a carving tool in your hand with two pumpkins on the counter in front of the both of you.

“You never know.”

“What’re you gonna make?” You questioned with almost a devilish grin, knowing Ellie did not wanna do this. “I don’t know yet..”

…

She turned her pumpkin around with a tiny smile on her face, and you glanced down at it, caught off guard. She made a portrait of Joel, and god was it good.

“You should make that into a profession..” you mumbled, glancing down at your pumpkin. It was a stick-figure Ellie that you knew she’d make of you for. Onto to the next one.

; IV

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” You asked, throwing a piece of popcorn into your mouth. Ellie shrugged from the corner of your eye and sat up. “I thought we were watching interstellar.”

“Ellie, we’ve seen that movie like 10 times..plus it’s Halloween, we should have like, a marathon or something.”

She immediately sat back, defeated. She let out a long sigh which caused you to smile and roll your eyes. “Drama queen.”

You could see Ellie’s mouth widen at your words as her brows furrowed, but she again, was defeated. So she stood silent.

Eventually, the two of you agreed on the movie ‘Saw X’, and you glanced over at Ellie who glanced over at you a few times.

Safe to say the night ended with Ellie in your arms, half asleep, drooling on you but also refused to sleep since she was convinced she’d have a nightmare about the movie.

“It wasn’t even that scary.” You said, caressing her auburn hair.

“You’re so full of shit.” Ellie said, smiling a bit once she heard you laugh in response.

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER SIX | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, more cheating, a bit of angst, jacob, and i think thats all Words: 4.3k A/N: for my lovely kneeling non, i think ur going to like this chapter...

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Jenna stood at the sink washing the dishes you used from earlier, a small smile on her face. Her smile widened as you appeared behind her, wrapping your arms around her frame. She leaned back against you, her body melting into yours.

You kissed her neck softly and she sighed contentedly before remembering the time. "Shouldn't you be getting ready?" She asks, turning off the faucet and flickering her hands over the sink.

You let out a dramatic groan as she turns around wrapping her arms around your neck. She smiles up at you pecking your lips for a quick kiss. "What if... I didn't go?" You say, pecking her lips back.

"And have your parents kill both of us? No." You tighten your grip, trailing kisses down her neck. "Just call the school and tell them I'm sick."

She looks up at you, her eyes softening. Her eyes begin glancing at your own. That's actually not such a horrible idea. It's just one day, right? She takes a deep breath, her lips pursing. After a few moments of silence, she nods in agreement.

"Okay," she says, "I'll call them." You release the breath you had been holding, happy. She smiles at you before picking up the phone and dialling the number. You listen as she talks to the person on the other end, informing you that you were too sick to make it to school.

She hangs up the phone and looks at you. You give her a small smile that she can't help but return. "You look so good in this robe," you tell her, pulling her back into your arms.

Your fingers begin rubbing against the silky fabric, and she relaxes into your embrace, her eyes half-closed in contentment. You press a kiss to the top of her head, feeling the comfort between you. She turns her head, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

"It's still early what do you wanna do?" She whispers.

"I don't care," you murmur, "as long as I'm with you." Yeah, cheesy but very true. You felt so damn happy in this moment. Having her in your arms, being able to kiss her without any worries.

You were content with the world, with the universe. Nothing else mattered, not even the future, not even the past. Just that moment, that single moment, was enough to make you feel complete.

The two of you ended up enjoying each other's embrace and talking about random things that came to your mind. You were so content that you forgot about the passing of time. Eventually, you both were cuddled up in the living room as a horror movie played on the screen.

It wasn't too scary, it was just the first Scream movie. A classic to start off with your horror movie marathon.

"Dewey is honestly my favourite character in this movie." She laughs at you, leaning more into your chest. "What?" You say confused about the fact she was laughing.

She smiles and shakes her head. "It's just that you seem like Dewey would be your favourite character." You give her a look, and she laughs again. "Is that a good or a bad thing?"

She shrugs and smiles. "I guess it's a good thing. He's a pretty cool character." You smile and nod. "Yeah, I guess I do like him a lot." You pause, then ask, "So, what does that mean?" She laughs and shakes her head again. "Nothing, I just think you two have a lot in common."

You smile, feeling a little embarrassed. "Really? I guess I never thought about it like that." She grins, "He's cute don't worry." You pout your lips and look back at the screen, not really knowing how to respond to that. Jenna notices the pout on your lips, smiling.

"You're so cute." She then cups your face in her palms, bringing your face down to kiss her. You feel your cheeks heat up, and you lean into the kiss. When the kiss ends, you both smile, and you look into her eyes. She smiles back and gives you a small peck on the nose before letting go.

But that's short-lived as she pulls you into another kiss, this time longer and more passionate. She begins sitting up and your hands subconsciously find her waist, helping her straddle you better. You run your hands up her back, pulling her closer and lengthening the kiss.

An adrenaline rush comes over you when you feel her body temperature radiating through her clothes. You break the kiss and look into her eyes, a mix of desire and contentment on her face. She leans in and kisses your neck softly, sending shivers down your spine.

You bite down on your lips, trying your best to hold back a moan. It fails horribly when her lips attach to your pressure point. "Jenna..." She pulls back and looks at you with an amused smirk.

You can't help but blush at your own reaction. She runs her hand through your hair and kisses you again, this time more fiercely. Your hands travel up her sides, tracing her curves, and she shivers in response.

You pull away for a breath, panting a bit. Jenna has a cocky smile on her lips, obviously amused that you can't keep up with her. She leans in to whisper in your ear, "You can't handle me." She pulls away and her face is mischievous.

You can't help but smile, "Yes I can." She grins wider and she moves to the floor, kneeling in front of you.

Her hands run up your thighs before resting on the waistband of your shorts. "Let's see." You take a deep breath and she pulls down your shorts along with your underwear, your cock slapping against your clothed stomach.

She takes it in her hands, admiring it for a moment before leaning in to give it a gentle kiss. After the kiss, she looks up at you with a mischievous smile before guiding it to her mouth.

She hums as she takes it in, her tongue running circles around it. She wraps her lips around it, bobbing her head up and down as she takes it deeper and deeper into her throat. Okay, maybe you couldn't handle her.

"Fuckkkkk...you're so good at that Jen." She releases it with a pop and licks her lips, a smug smile on her face. "Are you already about to tap out?" You quickly shake your head, gripping the armrest of the couch tighter.

She laughs, taking you back in her mouth. You groan in pleasure, your eyes rolling back. You feel her tongue swirl around your shaft as she takes you even deeper than before.

She starts to bob her head up and down, her hand moving up and down in sync. You feel your pleasure building and you know you won't last much longer until your phone begins ringing nearly causing your heart to jump out of your chest. You reach for it on the couch, "It's Olivia," you say, glancing at Jenna.

She strokes you and with that smile on her face, you knew she was up to no good. "Answer it." You swallow hard and pick up the phone. "Hello?" Jenna's smile grows wider as she watches you, knowing the game she is playing.

"Y/N, are you at school today?" You shut your eyes in pleasure feeling Jenna's lips move up and down, the suction growing in intensity with each stroke.

Your back arches from the couch. "Uh? What?" You rasp out into the phone, almost forgetting you were in the middle of a conversation.

"I said are you at school?" Olivia repeats. You push your body closer to Jenna's as the pleasure builds. You moan softly, your body trembling with anticipation. You whisper a quiet, "yes," as the intensity of the moment overwhelms you. "You're at school?"

Your hand grips Jenna's hair, pushing yourself deeper into her throat. "N-noo... M', fuck." You mutter out, lost in the pleasure of the moment. Jenna's tongue swirls around you, pushing you closer to the edge. You feel yourself getting closer to the brink, your breath becoming more and more ragged.

"I'm about to cum." You whine, squeezing Jenna's hair tightly. She hums in response, "You're on your way?" Olivia asks, still oblivious to the sinful acts you were committing.

Jenna's grip tightens as she swallows your length, making you gasp. You can feel yourself about to reach the peak of pleasure and you let out a long, low moan. "I'm cumming—, you pull the phone away, a shaky thumb hitting the decline button.

"Shit, shit, shiit!" You come, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over you as Jenna takes it all in. Jenna slowly releases you, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She licks her lips, savouring the aftertaste as she rubs your thighs in a gentle massage.

You catch your breath and reach for her, pulling her close to you. "You're so crazy." You mutter into her neck, placing a few kisses on it. Jenna giggles into your shoulder, her breath hot against your skin. "Crazy for you," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours.

You pull her in for a deeper kiss, closing your eyes and savouring the moment. Your hand starts to untie her robe, her skin warm and soft against your fingertips. She pulls back and looks into your eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

She grabs your hand in hers and leads you to the bedroom, her robe billowing behind her. You follow, your heart pounding with anticipation of what is to come. She turns to face you, a smirk on her lips.

She takes your hands and places them on her hips, her skin warm beneath your palms. She leans forward, her lips brushing against yours. She pulls back, a spark of desire in her eyes. You were about to fuck her so good.

"I'm going to fuck you," she whispers. Or she was going to fuck you.

She pushes you onto the bed, straddling you. Her hands find yours, pinning them above your head. She grins down at you and leans in for a kiss. The kiss deepens, and she pulls away.

Her lips curl up in a knowing smirk, and she whispers, "I can feel you wanting to touch me." She raises herself to sit on your stomach, irritated at the shirt she's sitting on she lets go of one of your hands, pushing it up your body.

Helping her take it off, you raise your body slightly, and she grabs hold once again, gasping at the feeling of her clit striking your abs. "Mmm, fuck." She gasps out, biting her lip. "How badly do you want to touch me?" she asks, holding that powerful gaze of hers.

You smile, and reply, "Very badly." She smiles in response, "Mhm. And where would you touch?" You smile wider, "Everywhere." She giggles and begins rocking her hips against your core. "I could get off just like this," she mutters, her hold on your hands tightening.

You can feel the warmth radiating off of her and the vibrations of her voice as she speaks. She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of pleasure, "I'll let you touch me if you keep eye contact with me. Don't drift off."

You meet her gaze and keep it, taking in her beauty as she moves against you. Your breathing speeds up as she continues to move, her pleasure increasing with each passing moment. "Y/N," she moans.

You couldn't believe the scene in front of you. Jenna was getting herself off by just grinding against your abs, her hips moving and grinding perfectly. You decide to spice things up and flex your abs. Jenna moaned, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

She moved faster, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic. Finally, she let out a loud moan as her body shuddered in pleasure. "Y/NNNNN! Oh my god!!"

She collapsed against your chest, her breathing still coming out in short gasps. She looked up at you with a satisfied smile and said "Good girl." You felt yourself twitch at the praise, your heart pounding in your chest.

You flip Jenna over on her stomach and start running your hands over her back, tracing the outline of her body. You could feel her muscles relax as you touched her, her breathing evening out.

You enter her from behind, gasping at the feeling. You move slowly, allowing her to adjust to your size. "Fuck, Jen." She begins to meet your thrusts, pushing back with each stroke.

Jen moans into the pillow as you move inside her, the pleasure overwhelming, sending waves of sensations through her body. "I wanna hear you," you whisper, picking up your pace. She cries out as you drive into her, the pleasure too much to bear.

You wrap an arm around her torso, pushing her back against your chest. She turns and looks into your eyes, her expression soft and filled with affection. She kisses you deeply, barely able to keep up with the kiss as she moans inside your mouth, "I'm so fucking close."

She holds your gaze as she tightens around you, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. You nod, feeling yourself getting closer as well. You can both feel the intensity of the moment as your bodies move in sync, pleasure rolling through you with each thrust.

You can see it in her eyes, your own desire mirrored in hers. She whispers your name, her voice filled with emotion. You feel the same emotion, your heart pounding in your chest. Everything felt so good.

You thrust into her harder, sending her over the edge. She shudders and screams out your name as she comes, her orgasm radiating through her body. You follow soon after, your own pleasure washing over you. "Ahhhh!!"

You collapse onto her, your breathing heavy. She wraps her arms around you, her body still trembling from the pleasure. You smile and pull her close, relishing in the afterglow of your shared intimacy.

"That was way better than school." She laughs, at you, her breath tickling your neck. You kiss her gently and hold her close. The world outside fades away, and for a moment, nothing else matters.

-

"Eli's asking me where I'm at." You say to Jenna, putting your wallet back in your pocket. Jenna smiles and shakes her head. "He's probably worried since you weren't at school or practice."

The cashier hands Jenna the brown bag. "Have a great day." Jenna smiles in response as you both begin walking toward the exit. "I've burned enough calories for today."

Jenna's face heats up at your comment. She quickly smiles and laughs and you join in, finding the sound contagious. "Here, let me send him a photo." You pull out your phone, aiming it at Jenna. She's confused for a second but smiles at the camera regardless.

you -

eli -

eli - do u want my heart to shatter????

eli - i thought we were best friends

eli - ask her if we can go on a double date

you - who would be ur date

eli - emma ofc duh

You snicker at the message, following Jenna outside the shop's exit door. "Eli said if he could go on a double date with Emma as his plus one." Jenna laughs, "The fact that she would be up for it is kind of unbelievable!" She shakes her head. "It'll be interesting to see how that turns out."

You smile, considering. "I can't tell if he's serious or not. I mean, he obviously likes her but I'm not sure if he would really want to date her." Jenna shrugs in acknowledgement, wrapping an arm around yours. "If he really does they'll be kind of cute." You both laugh, and Jenna gives you a knowing look. You nod in agreement, and the two of you walk off, still discussing the possibility of the two of them dating.

As you reach the end of the street Jenna's phone begins ringing. You could feel her tense up against you. "It's Jacob," she tells you, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes a deep breath and hesitates for a moment before finally answering the call. "Hi Jacob," she says, her voice steady and controlled. You watch her as she listens, her face unreadable.

She nods her head and looks away, her eyes distant. Jacob's voice seems to go on forever, and you can see Jenna's knuckles turning white as she clenches the phone tightly. Finally, she responds with a short "Okay" and hangs up. She takes a deep breath and turns to you, her face still unreadable.

"He said he talked to your parents and he's flying in tonight." You look at Jenna, not quite sure what to say. She stares back, her face still blank. You clench your jaw, "He's staying? Like at home?" Home. Jenna nods, her face still expressionless. You take a deep breath and try to keep your anger in check. "It's not like there are hotels nearby or anything," you mutter.

Jenna looks away, her eyes betraying a hint of guilt. You look away, feeling your anger rising. You can't believe he's just showing up like this. "I'm sorry," she whispers, grabbing your hand.

You turn back to her, your expression softening at the sight of her face. "It's not your fault." You let out a deep breath and with it, your anger. You pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. "Let's just go," you say, and you both walk away.

You couldn't believe you were going to be under a roof with Jenna and her dickhead of a husband. You both get into the car and drive off in silence. You can feel the tension in the air. She knowsyou're upset. Jenna looks at you and apologizes again. You nod and look away, not wanting to start a fight. You drive in silence until you reach your destination.

When you enter the kitchen Jenna quickly stops you from leaving and heading off to your room. "Y/N, wait." She takes your hands into hers and looks into your eyes. "I'm sorry, I know this just complicates everything but there's nothing I can do right now." She takes a deep breath and continues, "I just want you to know... you've make me happier than he ever has. Okay?"

You can only nod in agreement, not sure what to say. You smile softly and say, "I'm glad you feel that way." Jenna smiles back and releases your hands, stepping aside to let you pass. You give her a small nod before heading off to your room.

You take a minute to process what just happened before continuing on your way. You feel a warmth in your chest and a feeling of contentment. You know that you have made a real connection with Jenna, and you are determined to make it last. Jacob will interrupt that.

An hour passes and you're getting a FaceTime call from your parents. The screen is grey as it loads before showing your mother and father sitting down at a desk, the phone propped up on something.

Your mother is the first to speak, her voice a little muffled but still audible. "Hey, honey!" She smiles, waving at the screen.

You smile back, "Hey, ma...how's the trip?" She beams, obviously proud of the question. "It's great! We've been a bit busy with meetings but all is going well." She pauses, looking at your father for a moment before continuing. "We miss you!" You nod and smile. "I miss you too."

"How are things with Jenna?" Your father asks, peeking his head further into the screen. "They're good," you reply. "We've been spending more time together, and I'm really enjoying it." "That's wonderful," your mother says, her eyes sparkling. "We're glad you two are getting along." If only they knew...

You feel guilty for not telling them the truth. But you also know they'd freak out about the fact that Jenna cheated on her fiancé/husband with you, and you don't want to cause any trouble. You just want to enjoy the time you have together and hope that your relationship will last.

"Did she tell you?" Your father speaks again, you squint your eyes a bit, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. "About Jacob?" Your parents accidentally nod in sync, "Yeah, she did." You look away, trying to hide your disappointment.

"We know you enjoy your space but Jacob was telling us about how things weren't looking too well with their marriage, so we just wanted to help out a bit. Linda," who was Eli's mom,"—said that you're always welcome at her place."

You nod in response, feeling a mix of emotions. "Okay." Your parents send you a sympathetic smile before continuing to talk about their trip and ask about how things were going back home.

You try to keep smiling and nodding along, but all you can think about is how much you miss them already. You mumble a few words of agreement before they give say their goodbyes and hang up.

Your phone dings, notifying you of a message.

eli - broooo i have no more gatorade

eli - can u bring one for me tomorrow for practice

you - idk if i got some

eli - go fucking check

You get up from your bed with a huff, muttering words under your breath as you make your way downstairs to your kitchen. You open the fridge to find a full pack of Gatorade. You send Eli a photo, typing, "nope all gone bitch." And before you could even press send a deep voice is heard behind you.

"Hey, kid." Your clench your jaw, turning around and seeing Jacob standing beside Jenna. She holds his luggage while an arm wraps around her shoulder. The ring is back on.

"Hey, Jacob." You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you take in the sight of them. You walk up to him with a fake smile. "How was your flight?"

He wasn't that taller than you, but he was indeed taller. He looks down at you with a grin, "It was fine. I just wanted to rush over back to my wife." He smiles at Jenna, pressing a kiss onto her temple.

Jenna gives him a fake smile, turning her head to you with a soft expression. "Oh my. Where are my manners?" He quickly turns to you and extends his hand in a handshake. "Thank you for agreeing to let me come on such short notice. I'm sorry for the rudeness."

You grip his hand tightly, staring him down the entire time. "Of course." His gaze shifted away from yours for a brief second, then he cleared his throat. You can't believe this is the guy who's holding off on marrying Jenna.

You felt your blood boil, but instead of speaking you just tightened your grip on his hand. He winced and you let go, before turning and stalking away without another word.

"So, where's the room?" He asks Jenna, turning to her and leaving you as a forgotten presence. He had made it clear he didn't want to deal with you any longer. You sighed and watched as he and Jenna walked away, leaving you behind.

"I think she likes you." Jacob laughs as Jenna walks into the bedroom after him, pulling his luggage behind you. "Really?" She asks, trying to sound oblivious as possible. Jacob chuckles and nods his head. "Definitely. I can tell by the way she looks at you." Jenna hums in response, shrugging. "I never really noticed."

Jacob smirks. "Trust me, I know. Just keep an eye on her, you'll see it too." He gives her a wink before wrapping an arm around her. "But she doesn't know you only have eyes for me..." God, please save me from this, she thinks. Jenna forces out a laugh, nodding her head. "That I do."

Jacob places a kiss on Jenna's lips, gripping her hips and pulling her even deeper into it. Jenna tries her best to fight the disgust building up inside of her. She wanted this to be you, not him. Jenna pulls away, her heart aching with pain and regret. "I missed you so much," he whispers, rubbing Jenna's back, her lips trembling.

She swallows, her throat feeling dry. "I missed you too," she says, her voice barely a whisper. She takes a deep breath, quickly wiping her lips when Jacob turns to pick up his suitcase, placing it on the bed.

She watches him unpack his things, the silence between them heavy with unsaid words. Jenna takes a shaky breath, wishing she could take back the last few minutes. She looks away, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She wants you right now more than ever.

When nighttime comes you can't bring it to yourself to fall asleep. Especially not when Jacob's in the bed with Jenna and not you. You feel a deep ache in your chest that won't go away.

You can't help but miss him and feel jealous of the moments he's sharing with Jenna instead of you. You can't help but wish you were there with him instead.

You try to distract yourself, but it's hard. You eventually succumb to the ache and tears start streaming down your face. You can't help but feel lonely and lost in the darkness of the night.

Jenna glances at her sleeping husband, checking if he's fully asleep before exiting the room and entering yours. Jenna kneels next to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. She whispers comforting words to you as she rubs your back, trying to ease your pain. "Baby, it's okay."

Fuck, this was so embarrassing.

She wipes away your tears and kisses your forehead. You feel a little bit better, but still embarrassed and ashamed. You don't ever want to think of this moment again.

She lays down on your bed, pulling you to rest on her chest. She softly runs her fingers through your hair, whispering comforting words to you, telling you it's all going to be alright. You start to feel calm and secure, and eventually drift off to sleep in her arms.

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Stray Kids: Fluffy (& Smutty) Christmas Headcanons

A/n: Merry Christmas if you celebrate it everyone! :)

This work contains mature content and is 18+ only, minors do not interact.

Bang Chan

wants you to help him decorate the outside of the house

like he's really excited to do it with you :(

but then he gets all worried when you wanna get up on the ladder and string the lights across the roof.

"it's covered in ice, you'll slip!!! >:("

bans you from ladder duty and assigns you to be in charge of decorating the porch instead lol.

when it gets dark, he'll let you do the honors of plugging up the lights (does the drumroll thing like clark griswold lmaooo)

is so happy and kisses you on the cheek and tells you this is the best Christmas ever while his eyes sparkle in the light :(

later that night, he snuggles up with you on the couch as the two of you watch the snow outside from the window.

kisses you to the soft, jazzy christmas playlist he puts on earlier.

can't help but become needy, so he disappears under the large blanket you're both wrapped in to go down on you.

watching his chest rise and fall with each pant and hearing his whines is a real treat if you decide to return the favor.

makes love to you while holding you close and kissing every inch of available skin.

"Merry Christmas, my love..." he whispers in your ear.

forgot about the open window... oops!

Lee Know

would want to accompany you while you do your Christmas shopping.

then he finds cute little Christmas outfits for the cats and he's so happy.

helps you check off your list and tries to give you ideas if you ever get stuck on what you should get a certain friend.

after you come home he immediately goes to dress the cats up in their new outfits.

takes several thousand photos, a lot of them featuring you!

tells you all how cute you look.

then he's disappearing into the kitchen to make little dishes for the christmas party you guys are going to tomorrow while you wrap gifts.

makes you dinner and you guys eat together in comfortable silence.

puts the cats to bed in their new christmas pajamas... he claims they came with the outfits.

might put on a christmas movie and plug in the tree while you rest your head on his lap and he plays with your hair.

when you shift to sit in his lap and start kissing up his neck, he gets the hint and carries you to the bedroom.

lights up a Christmas themed candle before laying you down on the bed and proceeding to make you cum at least twice before he fucks you.

tells you that you feel so nice and that he's so lucky to have you and spend this time of year with, this is one of the rare times he's just complete mush in your arms while he rocks into you :(.

when you're done, he runs you a bath and cleans you up. he might join you if you ask nicely ;)

makes sure you're asleep in his arms before drifting off with you under the soft blanket.

changbin

Christmas movie marathons

literally all day

everyday

he's got free form on the tv 24/7

laughs so hard at the comedies (his favorite is elf)

might cry during polar express but deny it if you say anything

loooooves the cold weather because it gives him an excuse to spend hours on end cuddling you

"we have to stay warm!" he explains for the nth time.

"changbin... we literally have a fireplace" "... i like this way better"

would love to help you decorate the tree if you asked him to.

would also really like to go shopping for new ornaments if you're down.

would also buy lots of mistletoe to put all over the house while ur out too

lifts you up on his shoulders so you can put the star on top :) he's a strong boy.

makes a big thing of hot chocolate for you, tons of marshmallows and everything.

"merry christmas, my sweetie..." he tells you, kissing your temple while you're cuddling on the floor by the fireplace.

eventually takes yours and his mugs and sets them to the side so he can pull you into his lap for a make out session.

The taste of chocolate on each others lips makes you both dizzy as you start to grind against him.

leads to him laying back on the floor with you riding him, making you moan his name as he rubs your nipples thanks to your unbuttoned pajama fleece...

Hyunjin

wants to paint a portrait of you by the tree :(

makes you pose and everything.

gives you little breaks to give you kisses in between as a reward for staying still.

loves how your eyes light up when he shows you the final product.

"it's beautiful, hyun! you're so talented!" "Mm-mm, I owe it all to my pretty little muse..."

gift wrapping king

is very picky about how gifts should be wrapped and will criticize you if he sees you messing up.

he'll sit you in his lap and guide your hands with his big ones over them, showing you how to properly wrap it oh geez this is already getting hot

i think he really likes vintage christmas movies and he'll love you forever if you watch white christmas with him he can quote it

gets really turned on by whatever you're wearing for your christmas eve party and thinks you look incredible.

will probably bend you over the counter of the kitchen when you get home or when your guests leave and just rail you until your legs are jelly...

but he'll help dress you in ur christmas pj's and cuddle you to sleep after.

definitely will have some softer, christmas morning sex with lots of praises, and i love yous, and gently messaging the bruises he left on your hips last night.

then he's bringing you a cup of peppermint tea and your presents from him so he can watch you open them :(

Han

mf ACTUALLY puts mistletoe all over the ceiling

giggles when you scold him

"Jisung, this is gonna take forever to take down.." "well good thing christmas isn't over yet!"

loves taking walks with you around the neighborhood to look at lights while he holds your hand :(

takes a dozen pictures of you by them

might wanna go caroling and yes he will be dragging you with him.

will also take you to see Santa, yes he will sit on his lap and everything

when he asks him what he wants for christmas, he just looks over at you and says he's already got everything he wants :(

"shut up, jisung. you insisted we see the man, tell him what you really want..." you said while blushing

"eh, okay, i guess a puppy wouldn't hurt..."

will ask you to dance with him to some classic christmas records! his favorite is feliz navidad! feliiiiiiiiiiiiiz navidaaaaaaaaaaaad

also has his own personal mistletoe he keeps in his pockets so he can sneak up on you and hold it over your head whenever he wants to.

definitely goes down on you under the mistletoe.

really passionate sex by the tree, loves how gorgeous you look with your body bathed in the lights.

really whiny, telling you he loves you over and over while he touches you everywhere unable to get enough of you.

"you're the best gift..."

Felix

ugh so so so sweet! definitely one of the best to spend the holidays with.

spends 90% of it in the kitchen though lol.

he can't help it, he saw so many christmas treat recipes on pinterest that he wants to try.

would love to ice and decorate christmas cookies with you.

if you decide to help him bake, he's gonna assign you to stir the batter just so he can give you back hugs while you do it :(

hums christmas songs in your ear with that beautiful, deep voice of his omg i actually need this

holds a spoon to your mouth so you can taste test the icing.

dabs some of it onto your nose and cheeks so he can kiss it off i am so soft for this man

the type to gift you something that's 100% thoughtful, probably custom made or something like that.

talks about taking you to australia and wanting to spend christmas with you and his family one year im crying i love him so much

buys you both cute little antlers or some type of christmas headwear and takes a bunch selfies in them with you.

turns the heat up so that you won't get cold while he completely ravages you in the night...

might have made an extra batch of icing so he can lick it off of your body.

especially your nipples because hes absolutely in love with how you get goosebumps from it...

please lick it off of him too omg. he's so sensitive and the noises he will make are *chef's kiss*

and the way you can taste it on his lips when he kisses you while rocking into you... oof

you almost sleep through all of christmas day because you guys went until the sun came up.

he just loves you more than anything :( and he wants to always take care of you and he's so happy he gets to spend this time of year with you.

Seungmin

You're gonna have to drag him inside at some point because he won't come in himself.

lives in the snow.

that's all he wants to do all day.

wakes you up early singing do you wanna build a snowman from frozen smh.

annoying but so cute, how could you say no?

snowball fights, snowman building, snow angel making, you guys are gonna do it all.

makes sure you have plenty of layers on and doesn't want you getting sick.

kisses you under the icicles dripping off the roof :)

will love you forever if you make him hot chocolate.

is really excited but nervous to see if you like his gift that he got you, you assure him that you'll love anything he gets you just because you appreciate it and him so much.

when you say this his face goes r e d

cuddles you on the couch and feeds you a candy cane but the situation becomes too erotic pretty quick because the sight of you suckling on the peppermint makes him crazy.

gets down on his knees and with your permission... he'll rub the spit-coated candy around your nipples and your sensitive parts before licking it up.

it's sticky and messy but it's so hot and his tongue feels so good that you have no complaints.

let's you ride him for a while before he can't take it anymore and flips you over to pound into you.

cleans you up before showering you in little kisses and going back to cuddling you after.

Jeongin

he is over the MOON that he gets to have this type of downtime.

the holidays are his favorite time of year and he's excited to have a more lowkey one with just you since he has a bigger family.

gets you matching ugly christmas sweaters!!!

takes a bunch of picture of you and you take a lot of him so he can post them on instagram.

sets up the timer on his phone so you both can get a picture by the tree.

wraps his arm around you so he can pull you close and flash that big grin of his :(

happy to help you make cookies :)

by help i mean mostly watch and eat half of the dough before you can get it in the oven.

cant wait to open gifts so you both decide to open one.

literally screams when he sees that you got him the favorite video game he wanted.

"thank you thank you thank you, you're the beeeeest!!!" he says while tackling you with kisses.

immediately starts playing it.

sits you between his legs and teaches you how to play.

is so proud because you actually get pretty good at it.

... but then he catches a glimpse of your chest down your pajama shirt and now he's horny lol

"J, what are you..." you question him when he turns off the game.

"shush, pretty..." he cuts you off with a kiss.

he spends hours working you with his hands and overstimulating you because he thinks you're so cute squirming in his lap.

but then he'll carry you to the bedroom for some soft, slow sex where he kisses you a lot and whispers to you how you've made this the best christmas ever for him :(

[yorshie]

Warm Coded

Bayverse TMNT Raphael x reader, Michelangelo x reader

SFW, Michelangelo and Raphael hanging out with Fem Reader on gaming night. Slice of Life? Relationships are silent understood and not elaborated on

Tags: @tmnt-tychou

When Michelangelo and Raphael invited you over for snacks and a gaming marathon, you knew eventually it would devolve into watching old wrestling montages and random talk. Which was fine, considering you never had a handle on games that weren’t indulgent reasons to admire digital environments. You were just fine sitting back and letting them race each other for supposed supremacy, egging each on in turn between bites of lukewarm pizza and the jumbo marshmallows Mikey had procured specifically for you.

Now, however, they were unwinding. Raphael had won the last game, and thus had decided on which match they were going to rewatch. Mikey was still bouncing, a slice of pizza in his hand as he shifted back and forth and shadow boxed along with the figures on the screen. The bigger brother was content to lean against the couch, arm resting on the edge lazily against the line of your body. 

He groaned when his guy got thrown out of the ring, and Mikey gave a loud whoop, miming the crowd going wild as he spun in a circle and waved his hands back and forth before striking a pose.

You popped another marshmallow in your mouth and tapped your toes against a scute on the upper portion of Raph’s back. When he huffed, turned his head just far enough to give you a look, you dusted your hands, gestured to the tv.

“Could you teach me how to do that?” Your question had him turning to face you fully, legs shifting and arm moving to lay over your waist. 

“You wanna know how to throw someone?” He kept giving you looks in between looking back at the tv, inviting you to clarify.

You scooted a little closer to get more comfortable, the weight of his arm a little to much for your full stomach, until his elbow wasn’t digging into your far hip. “Well, I mean…” You trailed off, cycling your hands in front of your chest until he looked once more and raised a brow ridge. 

“Might be useful, you know, to know how to get someone off me.” You finished with a shrug, and he gave a low hum of understanding.

“Ah, I gotcha’ princess, but-” he gestured at the wrestlers- “these guys are all used to throwing around that much weight. You go and try and pull somethin’ like that, you’ll break something.” He emphasized this by gently pinching your side, pulling a squeak out of you as you curled up to avoid it.

“We could teach her how to break holds, though.” Mikey broke in, coming to sway next to the couch.

“Yea? Here, princess, break this hold.” You sputtered, not expecting to be dragged in the middle of a brotherly squabble, but Raph leaned his weight into the elbow behind your hip, letting his forearm flop over your ribcage. Half a second was all it took and you were squashed between the cup of his hand and the swell of his bicep.

“Gee, thanks, Mike.” You groaned, tried to squirm unsuccessfully out of the half assed pin.

“C’mon, bro, she wants to learn.” Mikey tapped Raph’s shoulder, dancing back out of reach, and you slapped Raph’s arm for mercy, feeling your dinner start to protest.

Raph tucked his other fist under his chin, both of them all but ignoring your continued struggles. “You don’t start with this stuff, Mikey. You gotta build up strength first, or else-” he rolled the arm still over you in example, and you whined when he pressed a little too hard, retaliating with a push to his shoulder that did absolutely nothing.

“Dude, we are like, ten times stronger than anyone she’s gonna be up against. Just-”

You hooked a foot under the the edge of Raph’s shell, tensed your thigh, the couch starting to protest the more you put your quads into the action. He huffed at that, free hand twisting to unhook your toes with a tickle that had you squealing in protest before you started just flailing.

Raph just leaned a little more weight on you, edging one brow ridge up towards Mikey as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“No turtle smooches for, like, a week!” You twisted, grabbed the half empty bag of marshmallows, tossed it at his head in retaliation.

He caught it easily. “How would you go about this, then?” He asked Mikey, depositing the bag on the other side of the couch, out of harms way.

Mikey huffed, nudged the pizza boxes out of your reach before they could fall as well in your quest to budge his brother. “We could just show her how to get out of simple things, not expect her to move a good four hundred pounds on her first try.”

“This isn’t four hundred pounds.” Raph gestured to where you were now trying to pry his arm off. “This is baby weight.”

“Oh! I’ll show you baby weight!” You snarled, hand shooting out for his bandana.

You got one tail before he could pull his head out of range, and you jerked his head towards you at the same time you pushed his side with your foot. His arm snapped out to correct the balance, and you pushed harder, twisting until his arm was banded across the small of your back and you were half off the couch.

“Now you’ve just made it worse.” He groused at you, hooking a thumb under your bent knee and pulling. He slung a leg over your own to trap the limb between thigh and the hard edge of his knee, digging just firm enough into the softness to leave you sputtering at the stretch.

“Ouch, ouch ouch-” You yanked on the bandana again, only succeeding in putting more weight on your arched back and pain in your leg. “Uncle, uncle, uncle.”

“I don’t know no ‘uncle’.” Raph said, sitting back calm as could be despite the fact his head was still tilted sideways. “Sounds like you’re calling someone else’s name there, princess.”

“You aren’t teaching me, you’re just being mean.” You accused, gritting your teeth at the feel of the metal couch frame on your ribs through the fabric. 

He chuckled, amused, and an idea popped into your head. You let go of his bandana, and smooth your arms out along the couch as you settled as best you could. “Alright, then, if you two won’t teach me, I’ll just ask Leo.”

Mikey groaned out loud, the annoyed sound being pushed between set teeth as he threw his hands up in the air.

You could feel Raph eye the back of your head, so you tilted it side to side, counting down to see how long the bait would lay there.

“Fine, you wanna learn?” He yanked on your leg, and you squealed, grabbing for a cushion before he pulled you, and it, across the floor. 

Raph flipped you over and without hesitation you wielded the couch cushion like a shield, keeping him from tickling you. “No! Raph wa-”

Mikey turned resolutely back to the tv, turning the volume up a little bit to cover up the sounds of you squealing. Raph had finally yanked the cushion from you, and without your barrier he’d quickly found all your ticklish spots.

“This is what you get for not having a protective shell.” He growled playfully and you lost it at the sass, strangling to breath while trying to twist away. “How’re you gonna get out of this, princess? C’mon, think.”

“St-a-St-” You couldn’t get enough breath to get out the full word, settled instead for closing your mouth, desperate to keep your hiccups down and not let your giggles erupt into a belting bray. You could feel the embarrassing noise creeping up, your throat tightening trying to keep it in until Raph hit that spot just under your ribcage just right and it exploded out of you in a loud, dry heave. You wheezed through it, gasping, trying to stop-

Raph rolled you to your side, large hand rubbing up and down your back. He kept up the steady motion until you could draw a short breath.“You alright, sweetheart? Haven’t heard that in a while.”

Mikey was on your other side, looking concerned, and you gave them a wobbly thumbs up, sucking in air again with the occasional wheeze. Raph rolled you back on your back easily, coaxed your arms upwards so your lungs would have more room to expand.

You fought the movement, but he persisted. “Not tickling you again, promise. Gotta get some air back in you.”

“Dude, you about broke her.” Mikey sniggered, and, ignoring the dark look Raph threw his way, reached out to poke your leg. You grumbled at the intrusion, hands still trapped in Raph’s hold. When Mikey poked you again, you snapped out a knee, digging it with precision into the soft line between his plastron and carapace.

“Ow! Babes!” 

Raph laughed at his little brother’s problem. “Those knees are lethal.” He squeezed your wrists gently before letting go. 

You sat up quickly, retreated back to the couch again where you could tuck into the corner and avoid any more surprises. Both turtles had returned their attention to the tv by the time you had fully caught your breath.

“Raph?” You asked, a parrot of earlier, and he grunted in question, turning an eye to where he thought you were before looking around wildly. 

He snorted when he saw you wedged in the corner, a cushion in front and a blanket over you. “You building a fortress?”

You hummed, not about to be distracted. “Will you train me to break out of holds?”

He sighed, the sound resigned, and Mikey poked his arm, squawked when the bigger brother retaliated with a shove. 

“Yeah, I will, sweetheart.” He held up a thick finger to cut off your reflexive smile. “But, we do it my way, which means we’re gonna start with strength training.” He turned the finger to jab it against Mikey’s chest, the younger groaning at the pressure, “and you’re helping,” before turning his attention back to you, “Tomorrow show up early, and we’ll get started.” 

You nodded, happily tapping your feet, content to return to watching tv, when Raph leaned further against the couch. 

“Oh, and princess?” Your head turned to show you were listening, “One more thing.” A hand barreled under the cushion, circled your ankle, and you yelped in surprise as he pulled you, and your makeshift fort, across the couch, back towards your original place behind him. 

He gave that one sided smirk that got him in and out of all sorts of trouble, gaze traveling slowly from the hold he had on your ankle to your wide eyes, and rumbled, “leave Fearless out of this, kay?”

[bep1erfics]

hiiii welcome back!! can i request having a big argument with ricky and ignoring him for weeks (yn has a heart of steel 😓) before he finally walks up to you and starts crying in your chest begging you to forgive him? take your time iloveyouuuuuuu 💋💋💕

shen ricky - forgiven ⛅️

‼️ slightly suggestive, semi angst, happy ending

thank you for requesting! i havent property written in a while so the quality might not be there. nevertheless, enjoy reading :)

tossing and turning in your sheets, your puffy eyes felt heavy as tears started to tremble down your flushed cheeks, absorbing in the corners of your mouth where you could taste the saltiness. to your surprise, you had argued with your boyfriend, ricky, for the first time over something so petty. being upset that he ignored your existence for the whole duration of his friend’s party you tagged along to, your frustration got the best of you during the car ride home.

in silence, you crossed your arms and looked outside the dark, secluded area via the window. ricky knew you well enough to know that when you zipped your lips, something wasn’t right.

“baby, Is everything okay? what’s wrong?” he asked, while being soft spoken. ricky never raised his voice at you because he despised the people who treated their partners badly. this made his head spin as he didn’t quite realise why you were so upset. you’ve never acted like this before.

ricky being oblivious made you even angrier. the fact that he didn’t realise what he had done to cause you to shift into this state was like a sharp sting. suddenly, you raised your voice at him as you got out of the car, opening the door to his house to grab all your belongings. you were done with him.

shirts, photos, decorations magically appeared in your hands as you aimed them at ricky. after your fit, you finally got your things and left him behind as he begged you to not turn your back against him. being too angry to finally come to your senses that you had ruined a once loving relationship, your back turned against the boy you had been head over heels with. sometimes, you wished that you weren’t so hot-headed when it came to the stupidest things. however, what ricky did today made you furious.

 you knew you were in the wrong and that he got in the midst of catching up with his friends, but it was too late to apologise. you had already made up your mind. 

starting from today, speaking to ricky was not the ordeal. to be completely honest, you wanted to avoid him at all costs because you didn’t really know how to fully express the word sorry. so when the boy knocked on your door, you ignored him. when he came inside your room with flowers, you went outside and threw the bouquet in the bin. little did you know, this broke ricky's weak heart. what did he do wrong? he asked himself.

never once did you give in to his pleads, even though your heart told you otherwise.

as weeks had passed, you thought ricky would eventually take the hint that you didn’t wanna see him, and he did. in fact, he gave you space until he couldn’t take it anymore. so on a saturday night when your parents were out of town, he came crawling back to your feet.

you were getting ready to message ricky, but all of your messages got deleted as you frustratedly shut your phone and tossed it to the side.

“if only i wasn’t so harsh on him” you murmured into your pillow. as you had your little meltdown, you jump up in surprise as you hear a faint, but loud knock on your window.

“who’s there?”

streaks of blonde started to fly in the wind as you tried to contain your laughter. ricky, who was literally floating in the air hanging onto your window, was panting like he had just ran a marathon.

reluctantly, you let him in because you felt a little bad he did this all for you. within a second of climbing through the glass, ricky leaps into your arms and your whole body freezes.

his desperate hug felt like the warmth of the sun on a cool, winter day. he brought the light back in your eyes after what had seemed like years with no contact.

“i missed you so much, angel. i know you’re sick of me but i don’t think i can sleep tonight without checking up on you. i’m sorry for waiting this lon-“

not letting him finish his apology, you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his rose tinted, delicate lips. observing his glistening eyes, your heart softened as his tears were threatening to fall. with your hand still on his cheeks, you could tell that he lost a bit of weight.

“it’s not your fault. i’m sorry for ignoring you because i was mad that you weren’t paying me attention, but i realised how selfish i acted. i missed you too, ricky”

your voice broke as you embraced ricky tightly, reassuring the poor boy that you weren’t mad anymore and that it wasn’t his fault. he caressed your head and kissed your temples, repeating sorry all over again while he trailed his pecks all over your face to make up for the time you’ve spent away from eachother.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you. don’t shut me out again, please.”

the neediness in his voice was heavier than you could imagine. leaving faint marks on your neck, you didn’t know what to expect next. like a lion targeting his prey, he picked you up with ease and gently placed you on the bed, locking your gaze as the hunger in his movements gave you butterflies to the pit of your stomach.

that morning, you woke up to the face of the one and truly person you cared about. smiling, you tuck the front strands of his hair behind his ears. closing your eyes, you drifted back to sleep with relief, knowing you were safe in the presence of your knight in shining amour.

🤍

[anomaly-hivemind]

Their Toy || No. 3 w/Michael Myers, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: bukkake, Dubcon, rough sex, degradation, mask kink, overstimulation, creampie, circle jerk,triple penetration, double penetration in two holes?, all holes filled, large cock, size kink, multiple orgasms,fingering, forced orgasms, deepthroating, foursome/f/m/m/m, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, squirting ,face fucking,rough oral sex, choking,gangbang, slight stalking, Voyeurism, come as lube, hair pulling

Word Count: 3358

Y/N was walking home from work when she got a call from her friend, They practically begged her to come. She didn’t particularly want to as she was looking forward to binge watching her favorite show again but she eventually caved. What was the worst a few hours out on a Friday night could do?

A Lot.

A lot worse…or is this better?

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Y/N flopped on the bed and let out a deep sigh,

“Come on Y/N get the hell up. You promised yourself no outside clothes on the bed.” She spoke to herself before reluctantly getting up and heading to the bathroom. Stripping from her work clothes she messily folded them and dropped them in the basket before steppin into the steamy shower.

You head to their house, deciding to walk since it wasn’t that far away and gas is too high to be driving down the street. Plus it's a nice autumn day full of people making sure their halloween decorations were ready for the night.

A chill ran down your spine as you got closer to the door of your friend's house. Knocking on the door quickly the door swings open and the bright smile of your friend greets you and pulls you inside.

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Playing a few aggressively competitive games of uno, a horror movie marathon and a shit ton of snacks and fast food later. You check the time it was mid-eleven. You really didn't mean to stay over this long but oh well. You stand up and look at your friend.

“I think it's time I should head back home. Thanks for all the snacks and shit.” you walked back to the door to head back home. You walked back to your home the same way you took before, but the air felt thicker and a chill fell down your back. It felt like you were being watched.

You ignored the feeling, walking in the crisp nighttime air. You clutched your jacket closer to your body and you were starting to regret not driving your car.

Maybe I should just call an uber? No no that's too much money, besides it's only a five minute walk, you thought to yourself. You get to your home after a while and unlock…lock. You forgot to lock your door before leaving earlier… well shit it was a careless mistake even though you were sure you locked it.

You open the door and are greeted with the items of your hope nothing seemed missing. That's good right, nothing was stolen so that means you can rest easy.

You were watching a Halloween movie on your TV when your phone rang, it was an unknown number and you decided to pick it up.

“Hello y/n… you like scary movies?” a deep raspy voice spoke on the other line, they also sounded a bit out of breath.

‘Ah so the prank calls are starting’ you thought to yourself.

‘This must be my friend since they knew my name right.’

“Sure I like scary movies, hell I'm watching one right now.” you tell the voice then roll your eyes.

“Wanna play a game.” The voice asked.

“Ok jigsaw.” you responded. The voice didn't say anything for a minute or so before speaking.

“How about you answer this then smartass. If you locked your door before your friend's house, how come it was unlocked when you got back.” The voice taunted with a sinister tone, you must have pissed him off.

“I must have forgotten… wait, how did you know that?”

“Wrong answer doll, try again” a loud bang came from down the hall. Oh shit… you were going to die.

“Are… you in my house?” You didn't want to ask but you had to know.

“Ding ding ding and I brought friends to join the fun.”

Another loud bang happened but this time it was a bit closer.You jump and turn to the source of the sound. You grab the closest thing next to you… which happened to be a fork from the food you were eating.

You look down to grab your phone so you can call the cops but a gloved hand grips your wrist in a tight hold. Your heart stops and drops to your ass in fear. You try to pull away but the masked man only pulls you closer.

“You can't leave just yet, bitch, the fun is just starting.” The man with the ghost mask spoke in a harsh tone. You panic looking around your living room only to almost give yourself whiplash when your eyes meet with a much larger man getting closer. One with a spirit halloween looking mask and the with some old hockey mask.

“Ohshitohshit I’m gonna die,” you thought to yourself as the three surrounded you. Closing the circle around you the man with the ghost mask chuckled.

“How rude of me. These beasts are called Jason and Michael and you can call me ghostface or…whatever that sweet tongue of yours can scream." Ghostface leaned closer as he spoke.

“So you are ready to play a game.” he chuckled and grabbed at your chin, pulling you downwards and forcing you to your knees in the middle of this makeshift circle. The two silent behemoths looked even more dangerous and intimidating than before. Then this ghostface guy was something else but all unpredictable. Yet a small, tiny, itty-bitty part in the deep dark depths of yourself, you found yourself getting turned on.

Michael pulled out a big ass knife that made your heart stop

‘I’m gonna die! Gonna fucking die! This is no time to be horny, I’m gonna fucking die!’ You thought as he brought the knife closer to your skin. You closed your eyes quickly as you expected to feel a shape attack on your skin; an aggressively hot pain to invade your senses, yet none of that happens. You open your eyes and look at what just occurred. Instead you get a quick wave of air as your shirt and bra gets cut open.

Rest in peace to your good comfy bra.

Your arms came up to shield your breasts but it didn’t do much to help. You were frozen in fear, you tried to speak but the words were caught in your throat.

Jason grabs you by the upper neck and makes you look up at them. You let out a shaky breath as your mind goes in overdrive, he has such big hands. Damn these fingers are thick… buuut I‘m about to get choked to death by them so less hot. Jason used his other hand and patted his waist, your eyes following the sound. OH SHIT… Holy SHIT he's hard… HE’S HARD and he’s fucking HUGE. Your eyes widen and your mouth starts to feel uncomfortably dry.

“If you're gonna sit there with your mouth open, you could put it to good use,” Ghostface said with a dark chuckle and he shoves you into Jason’s thighs, causing the man to groan almost silently.

The faint sound of his heavy breath behind the mask was surely doing something to you. He takes off his jacket and lets it drop to the floor, leaving him in a black tight-fitting undershirt. It showed off his muscles which only makes him look bigger and hotter.

Your heart feels like it stops as you watch him start to unzip his trousers. Your heart beating in your ears and the faint throbbing in…lower places was completely distracting. I try to shuffle away from him only to get grabbed by the hair by Michael and hold you in place.

“Where did you think you were going slut? I know you want this,” Ghostface grunted the words as he took off his black hoodie revealing his slightly toned body. Probably from all the murdering he does but damn.

Jason pulled his thick girth from his boxers and stroked it with his hand. From his short steps forward his monster meat was practically in your face, you could see each prominent vein on his shaft and how heavy it looked. He rubbed the tip of his against your closed lips, only to have your lips pried open by Ghostface pulling your chin down.

Jason’s dick slipped into your mouth,and your tastebuds greeted with the flavors of his precum.

“No biting… bad girls get punished,” he flashed his knife at you before placing it away.

“Wouldn't want that now would you… or maybe a whore like you would like that mhm.” he tilted his head and you could tell by his tone of voice that he was smirking behind that creepy yet oddly attractive looking mask of his.

But all of that was in the back of your mind when there was a dick in your mouth. Pushing deep into your mouth, hitting into your throat and making you gag a bit. Your eyes watered as you closed them for a moment, and you felt one of his hands snake into your hair. He slowly started to thrust into your mouth and you couldn't help but suck around him in order to keep your saliva from falling down your chin or choking on your own spit.

You slip out of your ripped shirt and bra and let it drop onto the ground. You soon hear the disheveled sound of shuffling fabrics and zippers coming undone to your right and left. Michael and ghostface were clearly enjoying this display and the fact that they're watching me get fucked in the mouth by their friend was hot.

“I've gone nuts…that’s the only way to explain the fact that it feels like my pussy has a heartbeat. I mean like damn it’s pounding like a herd of elephants,” You think to yourself as your tongue swirls around Jason's thick meaty cock. He was most definitely touching that little dangly thing that swings in the back of your throat.

His size was making your jaw hurt and his deep thrust was triggering your gag reflex. You could feel the veins of his cock pulse against your tongue. He was getting ready to bust a load down your throat, it was easy to tell based on the way his head had fallen back with his breath shaky behind the hockey mask and even with how fast and unrhythmic his pace had gotten.

Jason lets out an almost silent moan as his hot seed paints the inside of your mouth. He doesnt pull out until most of his cum has made its way down your throat. Your eyes widen as you see how fast he gets hard again.

‘What kind of refraction time is this shit,” you think to yourself with an anxious face.

“Yeah you better slurp down every drop like a good little slut.” Ghostface lifts you off your knees and you stand with shaky legs. They cut into your pants and underwear with a knife, leaving you completely naked in front of three masked serial killers.Even though you couldn’t see any of their faces you can feel the hungry stares that were definitely giving your bare form.

They make you get back on your knees in the center of them. They all looked so intimidating yet hot, from being on your knees and looking up at him. They all look painfully erect and huge, that’s scary. The three all had their dicks in hand. You get grabbed by the neck by Michael as he holds you in place.

“Looks like Michael is getting impatient. Can’t say I blame him.” he let out a whistle, and he spoke in a cheeky and overly playful voice.

You can tell that Michael’s dick was slightly curved from the way he slapped it on your face. It was heavy enough for you to feel like you were being patted on the face. He was stroking his fat cock against the side of your face as the tip rubbed on your lips. His precum was simmering on your skin.

Ghostface moved closer as you got a look of him. He was shorter than the other two but he was still very much packing. He was lacklusterly rubbing his cock and you see the glint to it. Oh my fucking oh, your eyes widen for a second as you look at his dick. Ghostface has four rows of frenum piercings along the bottom of his shaft. It almost makes your mouth water.

“Damn these slashers are really about to fuck my shit up, and its hot as fuck.” you thought to yourself as they all probably...most likely staring down at your naked body. They were all jerking off above you, your fingers twitched and your thighs rubbed together.

“Fucking hell, it almost looks like your enjoying all this… Are ya are ya.?” Ghostface poked your cheek as he taunted you with a laugh.

You stop yourself from nodding your head at his taunt, even if you wanted to; you just didn't want to admit that aloud or to any of them right now.

“It's ok our little toy, we're not gonna break ya too bad.“ He flicked your titty then giggled.

Michael’s hand squeezes your neck and your hand was quick to go over his. Your eyes started to water and look at the whitish gray mask, it was hard to see him through the black socket but the tears were not helping.

Jason pulls you up to stand, his hands firmly on your waist and the grip around your neck loosens. Myers’ hand moves to gripping your hair instead. You let out a weak whine as you take in air.

“Now lets see what us guys are gonna be working with” Ghostface’s warm gloved hand slides between your legs. His fingers collected your arousal and he played with the sticky wetness.

“Damn you're like a fucking faucet down here, I knew I picked the right slut.” He groaned as his hand went back to your mound, your thighs shut around his hand as you held back a moan. His fingers rubbed firmly at your folds and pinched your clit. You let out a shaky whimper and he chuckled.

You shiver as he keeps fingering you teasingly slow, he thrusted his fingers in you. The tip of his finger felt ever so close to touching your g-spot. The feeling was making your walls flutter around his digits. Michael and Jason were jerking off, watching Ghostface’s expert fingers tipping you over the edge. Your moans escape you as you start to tip over climax, your legs start to quiver. You cum with a groan and then he pulls out of you slowly.

“You're starting to become one of my favorite toys, all the weeks of watching this cute ass finally starting to pay off.” he used his hand covered in your arousal to stroke his abandoned cock. You were a bit in a daze from your climax that you didn't even notice that you were placed back on the ground of your living room.

The three men were materbating over you, and you couldn't help but watch them intently. They cum one after the other onto your naked body; their loads falling onto your tits,face, and thighs. It was hot and you wanted more of it. You lick up the bit that was closest to your mouth, forgetting the situation for a moment.

“Look at you acting like a little whore.”Ghostface bends you over your coffee table. His pierced dick slides over your lower lips. The feeling of his piercing makes you shiver, and his tip starts to get covered in your juices.

He pushes into you with a surprising gentleness that makes you squirm. Arching your back as you almost cum again from just him bottoming you out into you.

Jason held your hand over his dick and was using it to stroke himself. Michael shoves his cock into your mouth, you gag around the length and thick girth. He wasn't giving you any time to breath as he started to fuck getting the back of your throat. His hand was over your throat making you close around his shaft and made it harder for her to breathe.

Ghostface started to thrust into you, his speed matching up with Michael. They were rocking you back and forth between them and all you could hear past your muffled choking was the slaps of skin on skin. The short groans from ghostface or the heavy breaths from Jason and Micheal.

These men really got you like a fleshlight right now… it was only a side effect that you get to cum so much.

You were their toy after all and they were going to use you the way they wanted. Ghostface had your thighs pressed together and locked in his arm as he pounded into you without remorse. It's probably more remorse than what they give to other people so you can’t complain too much. Jason cums into your hand with a faint groan, he stepped back until he became hard again. He moves over to Ghostface and taps his shoulder. The shorter man nods and moves you, much to Michael’s annoyance, the man's plan to cum down your throat fails and he ends up spilling all over your face instead.

“Sorry buddy.” Ghostface snickers.

The men shuffled around you, bending you over in a way that pleases them. Your legs were shaking and your pussy fluttered with emptiness.

Jason starts to push his cock into you ass and you hold back a scream, if he felt big in your mouth her was fucking huge in your ass. He made you feel like you were going to be torn in half. Michael went for your dripping cunt and bottoms out into you. These two men were thrusting into you at opposite times and it all felt like two much.

“Y-you're gonna kill me!” you cry out with a choked moan, it was all so much all at once and none of them seemed like they were going to stop.

“Far from that, we might just keep you, then you can be our bitch whenever we want you to be.” he slides into your mouth and you can taste yourself. He yanked your hair a bit, your walls clenched, they were hitting all your spots relentlessly. You cum again with a muffled squeal, you feel warm liquid run down your trembling legs.

“Who would have thought that you were a squirter? Haven't seen you do that before even when you pleasured yourself” he groaned as your tongue rubbed his tip. You wanted to ask him about his comment, or with the shock that you could squirt in the first place.

They all reached their climax coming inside you, when they pull out their seed starts to pool out of you. You were already covered in their cum. When ghostface pulls out of your mouth you speak in a horse tone.

“So you've been watching me for how long…?” you tried to sound confident even though you were in a daze from borderline overstimulation.

“Oh that it's been a month now, and you were none the wiser.” he pats your head. They drop you on the ground and you look down at your cum covered self.

“You're joking right?” you knew he wasn't joking.

“You already know the answer to that… Now say cheese.” you look up just in time to get the blunt of a flash from a camera. You look like a deer in headlights. The three men got dressed and ghostface showed them the picture he took of you in such a compromising position.

“We’ll be back, little toy.” Then they vanished, leaving you with sore legs and wanting more.

[the-therapist-needs-therapy]

Experiences

Pairing : Lee Jihoon x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Jihoon has slight commitment issues

Even the best lyricist needs inspiration to make his piece better, which is why Jihoon comes to you when he feels that his latest song needs more life to it.

"I feel like it's missing something," you say, tapping your pen on the notepad. "It needs a soul."

"I know right? I feel like it's too bland," Jihoon replies, a visible line appearing on his forehead as he bites his lip. "I think I'm done for."

"Hey, hey, quit the negative thoughts. What's this song about?" you ask, wanting to know the meaning behind the lyrics in his point of view. That way, maybe you can help him with something.

"It's about new experiences," he says, rubbing his temples to ease the headache he's going through, "Not specific."

You think for a while, and suddenly, a light bulb clicks in your head, "Maybe that's where we need to change a bit. Make it more specific. Give it a genre perhaps?"

He seems to consider your idea for a moment but his face eventually turns back into the scowl he's been wearing for the past 1 hour, "What genre, though? I'm going blank."

"What do your fans expect the most from you?"

"They want me to write something related to romance but that's so hard. I have no experience in dating or love or anything related to romance in the first place," he seems to have given up but you were willing to make this song work. The lyrics were so creative, it seemed almost illegal to give up now.

"I get it now," you clap your hands, "The song doesn't need a soul. It's you. You need a life outside of music."

Jihoon looks offended for a moment. "I do have a life outside of music," he protests, "I have you. That's enough for me."

Your cheeks turn bright red at his answer. How can he be so straight-forward?

"Having one best friend doesn't count. You need a girlfriend."

"Can't you be my girlfriend?"

Your heart skips a bit before you clear your throat, "I don't think that's how it works. You need to like me first"

He thinks for a moment, "I like you alright. I get butterflies in the stomach all the time talking to you. I just don't know if I like you enough."

You laugh, finally understanding the real problem in his situation, "You're afraid of commitment, right?"

"Yeah, that's probably it but," he takes a deep breath before continuing, "If it's you I wouldn't be that afraid."

"I wouldn't mind dating you either," you see Jihoon's face turn red and you know yours had to be redder than his.

"Yeah, so um do you perhaps wanna go on a date," he asks and when it takes a moment for you to answer he starts waving his hands frantically, "Not forcing you or anything. It's totally your wish."

He's such a liar, you think, he says he doesn't have experience in romance but he seems to make your heart do all kinds of jumps and leaps and skips but definitely in a good way.

"I would like that," you finally reply after what seemed like decades, and it brings a smile on Jihoon's face.

"I'll........ text you then," he grabs his things from your desk and puts them back in his bag. You watch him leave, not knowing what to say. It was amusing how things took an unexpected turn today. You just got yourself a date with the Lee Jihoon. You should be squealing all night until someone knocked some sense into you.

Outside your door, Jihoon has a hand on his chest. What was with his heart when it's around you? Why did it seem to run a marathon on it's own? Nevertheless, he couldn't help the smile on his face.

[roninreverie]

Lou Jitsu Research (ROTTMNT)

Well, I am finally at that step in the fandom cycle.... obsessive researching...

Basically, I am trying to time out Splinter’s acting career, using what 9 movies we know about to plan. 

The only 2 dates we know for sure are:

Crouching Shrimp Hidden Tiger Prawn: in 1984

and...

Hot Soup Forever: around 03/30/1998

We also know that Yoshi started dating Big Mama in 1984, around the same time as the Tiger Prawn movie and it was their dating and his eventual proposal of her that got him snatched away to the Battle Nexus.

So I was wondering three things basically:

What was his last Lou Jitsu film?

How long did Splinter and Big Mama date?

How long was he fighting in the Battle Nexus?

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WHAT WAS HIS LAST FILM?

Based on just looking at the wiki, I am guessing the order of his films go something like:

1 Fish, 2 Fish, Red Fish – Dead Fish

Little Jacob's Ladder

Teriyaki Shakedown

Punch Chowder

Lou Jitsu Meets the Mummy Ninjas

Crouching Shrimp Hidden Tiger Prawn 

Bedtime for Bozos

Jitsu for Justice

Hot Soup Forever

While I’m mostly guessing on this order, I put 1 Fish 2 Fish, Jacob’s Ladder, and Teriyaki in the top 3 because of how old the footage looked or if it was imported/ had a dubbed voice over the acting... meaning he could have made one or all of these films while he still lived in Japan.

Also, 1 Fish 2 Fish was the one Splinter wanted to start with in the training marathon, so maybe that means it was one of the very first movies?

Punch Chowder sounds like it could go next, IDK why... just feel like a lot of people know that one, so it was probably one that highlighted his career more?

Then the Mummies because it sounds like a silly cash grab, perfect for his fifth movie. Need to give him plenty of time to go on all those yacht parties with supermodels and such.

The unseen terrible Jupiter Jim Christmas special can be somewhere around here, but that one doesn’t count! 😅

Then the Tiger Prawn one to cement that 1984 date and meeting Big Mama.

And just kind of guessing on the last ones based on how well known they are and how they’re at the DVD rental places, meaning they might be the later movies.

...

HOW LONG DID SPLINTER DATE BIG MAMA?

Ignoring this list completely, and if we go off the dates we ACTUALLY know, 1984-1998... that’s 14 years! Splinter and Big Mama could very well have dated for 14 long years! 

I’m wondering now what the public thought of Lou Jitsu’s disappearance and if a story was made up or if it would be just one of those unsolved celebrity mysteries for years to come. 

...

HOW LONG WAS HE TRAPPED IN THE BATTLE NEXUS?

Let’s assume Yoshi was 17-18 when he started acting.

In 2018, that would make him 55 years old.

In 1998 (around the time of his last-ish movie), he would have been 35. 

Then in 1984, when he started dating Big Mama, he would’ve been 21...

Putting his birthyear somewhere around 1963.

He was kidnapped and mutated in 2005, putting him at around 42 years old, and giving him 7 years of fighting in the Battle Nexus, swearing off fighting, and becoming a pacifist.

...

...

So that’s how far I’ve gotten on this research road. If anyone has any theories or better math skills to offer, I am all ears!

(EDIT: if anyone uses this info to write any fics about Splinter, I wanna read them! 🤩)

EDIT-EDIT:  I put this in a reply, but I wanted to add it in officially. Yoshi's “Kamen Rider” action figure was probably made around 1971, so he was (at minimum) 8 years old when his mom left. This is if we're assuming he was born in 63'. I’m not too familiar with Japanese 1970s elementary school uniforms, but I’m running with this assumption until proven otherwise.

[steddieas-shegoes]

In addition to modern migraine Steve (my beloved) I would absolutely adore a oneshot of migraine Steve and chronic pain Eddie taking care of each other if that sparks any creative juices for you!

Thank you!!! I will give Steve a migraine any chance I get, which is really unfair and not cool, but it's just why not make the boy suffer more? But chronic pain Eddie? NEW TO ME. I mean obviously there is so much potential to be explored and boy I hope I explored it enough in this for you. Hope you love it - Mickala ❤️

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It was a bad day for Eddie.

His bones ached, his muscles ached, his scars, somehow, ached.

The clothes on his body felt like they weighed 100 pounds and were covered in needles.

The trek to the bathroom felt like a marathon and he was in dead fucking last.

He hadn’t always been like this; The pain hadn’t always controlled his life the way it started to after the Upside Down.

Sure, the injuries he sustained there caused problems, but they’d figured out that they’d just exacerbated what was already slowly happening in his body.

Fibromyalgia.

Wayne said it ran in the family, that some of them just had mild cases that were easily treated with pain meds, hot baths, and massages.

Maybe he’d get lucky and that would be it.

Or maybe luck left him long ago and he was stuck with the bad kind.

The kind that left him in pain always, but on some days, it was the kind of pain that made him wish the bats had achieved their goal of eating him from the inside out.

Some things did help dull the pain.

He took Tylenol like it was candy, probably destroying his liver in the process.

Sometimes just floating in Steve’s pool helped take the sharp pains away.

Hot baths helped if Steve served as his pillow.

Sleeping it away was good when his body let him do that.

Steve was still asleep in bed, lucky bastard. He wouldn’t have to hear Eddie’s groaning while he tried to just use the damn toilet.

He sat because it hurt to stand more than it hurt to sit, and let his head fall forward.

He heard footsteps coming into the bathroom and he sighed.

“Go back to bed, Stevie.”

“Bad day?”

Steve was speaking so low, Eddie had to strain to hear him.

Oh no.

“Mhm. Migraine?”

“Mhm.”

Steve walked over to the bath, turning the faucets until he felt their desired temperature.

“We don’t have to do this right now. You should go back to bed so your head gets better.”

“Wanna help you. It’ll help me, too.”

He was probably at least a little right about that. Baths did help his migraines sometimes too.

Steve poured the peppermint oil soap into the tub, which was specifically for their bad days.

It helped the pounding in his head and the shooting pains in Eddie’s body.

Eddie got up, removed all of his clothing, and let his back rest against the cool tile wall behind him.

It provided a bit of relief, like a full body ice pack, as he watched Steve strip off his sweatpants and boxers.

Steve got in, shutting off the water when he was sitting down, and relaxed against the back of the tub. He looked over at Eddie and nodded at him to get in.

Eddie slipped in slowly, his body screaming at him to stop moving, but also asking for relief in any form it could have.

He settled his back against Steve’s chest, sighing when the warmth of the bath and coolness of the peppermint helped ease some of the joint and muscle pain he felt.

Steve rested his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, fingers giving just enough pressure for him to know what he was wordlessly asking.

Eddie nodded.

Steve started rubbing his shoulders, making him moan with relief.

Steve kissed the back of his neck after a few minutes, letting him know he was taking a break and resting his eyes. They both tried to rest, tried to keep the pain at bay for just a bit longer.

Eventually, the water got colder. Steve didn’t like sitting in cold water, it sent him into panic attacks, so Eddie took one for the team and leaned up and over to drain the water.

He stood up and wrapped the towel hanging up around his waist, moving slowly to trick his body into thinking he was still in the warm bath.

He helped Steve stand knowing his migraines brought an imbalance in equilibrium, a nausea he couldn’t prevent when he moved too fast.

He wrapped Steve’s towel around his waist, ignoring the twinge of his elbows and back as he did so.

But Steve didn’t ignore it. He looked at him sadly and tilted his head towards the door.

They made it back to their bed, both somehow more tired than before, as if they’d actually run a marathon instead of just walked to the bathroom to take a bath.

They didn’t bother trying to dry off, dropping their towels and getting into bed naked and damp, letting the sheets do the work that they should’ve done.

It hurt to feel anything touching him, but something about the way Steve’s body curved just right into his, his hand resting over his worst scar on his abdomen, made it bearable.

Steve rested his head against his chest, letting out a shaky breath like he’d been holding it back until he could be comfortable in bed. Maybe he had been.

Eddie’s fingers found their way to Steve’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp in a way that he knew helped distract from the pulsing in his head.

They fell asleep like that, holding each other in the ways that helped, in the ways that made them feel like they could face another day despite the pain.

They slept their bad days away, together, until they found good days again.

[sunnixsunshine]

topher and confucius being besties in middle school makes me happy, but it also makes me sad because theyre not friends anymore in high school. its a shame because they seem to be good friends :(

If my math is right, then they both may have been in the seventh or eighth grade when the whole Christopher Columbus debacle was starting up and eventually spread all over the news and internet. So I’m thinking Topher pushed Confucius away not wanting to drag him down and “get cancelled” with him. They both were already pretty active on the internet but mostly for silly kid stuff like just watching or making cringey videos and watching anime. Again, just silly kid stuff. Nothing serious really. But quickly they both turned to it as an unhealthy coping mechanism— Confucius losing his closest friend, which would later push his other friends away and deepen his usage of the internet as a result. And Topher using the internet to escape the real world and the crap his clone father did, it providing a sense of comfort and control, until he turned into what he is now; a Reddit user 😱

Little details I like to think about is them meeting in the fifth grade and bonding over Warrior Cats and watching the same content creators on their iPad because of course they’re both iPad kids(just Topher’s was cracked worse than satan’s asscrack and Confucius had the newest model lol). They made a whole Warrior Cats oc clan with the most complicated name possible and before they broke up they were even making a whole ass animatic with their thinly veiled Mary Sue self insert ocs except neither of them could draw, especially not cats. Like the little comic I posted, they pretended they were anime characters fighting. Yes, they both were the two losers Naruto running during recess. Yes they went through a phase of saying sugoi and kawaii and other Japanese words in nearly every other sentence. They had sleepovers almost every week and would marathon movies like the Twilight Saga and other movies they really shouldn’t be watching at their age but do anyway because their foster moms weren’t exactly paying attention to what movies they were picking out every week. They were just the embodiment of carefree cringe. Living their best lives. Just a couple of stupid preteens dorks.

Now, in highschool, they tend to just purposefully avoid each other. Even though deep down both of them really do miss each other. It’s just Topher is too busy being kind of an asshole and stuck in this state of self loathing and other issues and being an actual social outcast of his own making, and Confucius is too stuck in his phone avoiding his feelings and also now that he’s got JFK as a friend who likes FlipFlop (because of him) as much as he does it’s only further distracted him from his unresolved feelings over Topher and the good times they had together. They both deeply, deeply regret not going back and talking and staying friends. Because in truth Confucius would have probably stayed through the whole ordeal. Although I can still see them both being chronically online. Just together. And most likely worse somehow? And very, very annoying.

Sorry for the rambling, I just have so much soft thoughts about these two being former friends and the potential of them making up is what fuels me. I wanna write a fic about this sooooooo bad but I’m so busy and by busy I mean I procrastinate too much AND I’m busy aihdjsh I may start one tho and it may eventually get finished???? Question mark, question mark?????????????

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Horror Movie Marathon (part 31)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

"Hey Rhea, there's a package for you" you shout in the direction of the living room. "Did you order anything?" you ask and hear her hurrying towards you.

"Yes, yes don't open it!" she says and takes the package. "Okay okay, chill" you giggle and she pecks your cheek. "any plans for today?" you want to know.

"none that I'm aware of but we still got a lot to do" Rhea states. "ye.. True.. God why does planing a wedding have to be so.. Ugh.. Stressful" you huff and walk back into the living room.

Your girlfriend laughs and goes to hide the package in her closet. She didn't order anything except the tailor made suit, so it had to be that.

She comes back to you and sits down on the couch next to you. "Okay, let's get some sort of organization in all of this. We'll start with choosing a location, okay?" she looks at you and you hum in agreement.

"Do you wanna go for a more private wedding or make it public in like the arena or so, having all the fans watch you know?" Rhea asks. "I'm not such a big fan of big crowds so I'd be thankful if we keep it fairly private" you chuckle nervously.

"Okay, uhm.. I know we're both not very religious and stuff, but what if we do it in an abandoned church or so and make it all spooky?" Rhea seems pretty excited about this idea of hers.

"well, it would be a very unusual and unique wedding, I'm in!" you grin at her.

You keep setting plans for another two hours before making a quick break to get something to eat and then continue. You didn't think that planning something this serious could actually be this much fun.

At the end you both were pretty tired and exhausted but happy. It was totally worth the effort, at least if it turns out the way you want it to. But that was a problem for tomorrow, for now you've had enough and decide to chill for the rest of the day.

Either spend some couple time or invite the boys over to play some video games. You weren't completely sure yet.  

"Okay, so Finn just texted me, asking if we wanna hang out today as it's his last free day before he has to leave for a match" Rhea says.

"Sure, why not. Wanna invite all of them and make a horror movie marathon?" you smirk at her. "What's gotten into you lately? You're so hyped for horror stuff it's scaring me" your girlfriend laughs.

She quickly messages the boys about your plans and soon enough you were all settled onto the couch, cuddled up together under some blankets. Rhea on the outside, you next to her, Damian in the middle and then Dominik with Finn on the other outside.

You decided to start with the Conjuring series as it wasn't thaat creepy. You spent your hours, watching the movies, ordering and eating pizza in between and cuddling closer even more as you and Dom were little scaredy-cats.

It eventually got so late that your friends decided to stay the night. The couch was only big enough for two people, so Dominik slept in the bed with you and Rhea.

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Part 31, I have only one more part planned, any ideas for more stories?

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000 @nox-fire

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Izuku eventually talks to Inko about Venom as they get older, but by this point, Izuku and Venom are barely separate entities. Although they have different experiences from prior to their current symbiotic relationship, they are so intrinsic to each other's survival that they made up a name to refer to the both of them.

Inky. Or Inkkun.

So, if Inko calls Izuku's name in the morning for him to get up and he doesn't reply, she peeks into his room. Depending on if there was something on late at night he wanted to watch, he might still be asleep.

Inko sighs. "Inkkun, could you wake up, please?"

Black ichor slips from Izuku's skin and covers his body, opalesque eyes blinking open. With practice, the inky covering is only over his skin, so his clothes fill in further with the loss of available space. Izuku wears baggier clothes to accommodate their change nowadays.

So, it's like there's a big, inky, somehow fuzzy wolf in a "sleeping" T-shirt and All Might themed pajama pants.

"We were watching the All Might series marathon."

"I had a feeling it was something like that... Please help Izuku get ready for school, hon."

"Mmm don't wanna..."

Inkkun still crawls out of bed on all fours and slinks past her to the bathroom, though. A minute or so later though, Inkkun is sitting around the corner of the kitchen, still brushing his teeth, giving her their equivalent of puppy eyes.

"Inkkun..."

"No school, Mom..."

She sighs, realizing he swallowed the toothpaste again.

"Why don't you want to go to school?"

"No one likes us. Don't think we're important. Even though we have a 'quirk,' we get bullied."

Inko frowns, pausing as she flips the egg omelette she's making for breakfast.

"I talked with the principal about that already."

"Pah. Doesn't care about us. No one there cares."

Inkkun grumbles as he heads back to the bathroom briefly to rinse his mouth out...or drink the sink water, whichever he decides. She can't follow after him since she's still cooking, but her jaw clenches slightly.

Izuku never told her about the bullying before. It wasn't until after Izuku finally introduced her to Venom that she started learning more about what his school life was like. Izuku didn't lie much, but he would omit details. Venom, however, seemed nearly incapable of lying, which bled over into Inkkun.

As she plates their breakfast, Izuku's the one who enters, now dressed in his school clothes and trying button his gakuran. He looks drowsy, though upon seeing Inko, he becomes a bit sheepish.

"So, when were you going to tell me you're still getting bullied?"

A black, liquidy head forms through his school shirt, right beside his own.

"Never."

"Venom..."

"Izuku..."

He huffs, frustrated. "I just... I want to handle it on my own. We can't rely on you all the time."

"...You're right that you can't."

But she walks over, raising their chins to look up at her.

"But you're my little boy. And right now, I'm the one who trusts the school to both educate you and treat you right. If they don't, then that's a problem I'm supposed to help you face. Failing to do one means they're failing to do the other, too."

'Mom is right,' Venom says in their head, 'Listen to Mom. Or eat their brains. That would solve it.'

'No.'

'How about their ear? They have two of those. Missing one won't hurt too much.'

'No eating people, we promised.'

'Ugh.'

----

Now, time for some sillies.

Izuku likes to finish his homework at school or the library before coming home. Cause home is Inkkun time.

He walks in the front door, takes off his shoes, sets down his bag, and becomes creacher.

"Woof."

He strolls around the house on all fours very comfortably. He even found a way around washing his hands all the time. Venom will control their balance, and Izuku's human arms can reach out and touch things. He can also use his tentacles to pick things up.

Oh, right, yeah. He has tentacles. He usually forms them from his tail or back to grip and carry things.

So, sometimes, if Inko works a bit later than usual, she'll come home to Inkkun eating face first out of a bowl of french fries or containers of natto. More than once, she found him with a plastic bag on the floor to catch all the spillage from the fish he caught--he's been sneakily stealing from a salmon farm as of recent.

He just kinda stuffs them in his mouth, not minding the bones or gills or whatever else. It's all delicious, especially the fatty ones.

Venom usually suggests eating people just for the fun of it rather than out of legitimate hunger. Izuku casually shuts the thought down every time.

---

One day, Inkkun gets up, but he's not in goopy dog form.

Venom is under Izuku's skin, but Izuku's green eyes are instead opalescent.

It's at this point they've almost fully fused. The DNA of Izuku's human body has rearranged itself almost entirely, with him being unable to live without a connection to Venom. At the same time, the solid parts of Izuku's body makes sonic attacks that are usually a weakness for symbiotes into a mere annoyance instead.

The main thing is that the blood of people with quirks is incredibly disgusting. So, of course, Venom's brain-eating suggestions are almost always just banter. They wouldn't suggest eating brains seriously unless they were literally starving to death.

So, it's more that Inko smells delicious because she's constantly bringing them the food with the best chemicals, and because love smells good. Inko is completely off the menu.

Also Inkkun can almost completely dematerialize. As in, Izuku's body can dissolve and reconstruct almost completely without worry. So, while most humans are constrained by their shoulders of hips, like a cat, Inkkun can fit his entire body through anything big enough for his skull. He can even squeeze his skull down just a little for slightly smaller spaces.

Izuku's skull eventually becomes one of the last things differentiating Izuku from Venom. Not that Izuku's worried, nor is Venom.

They belong together, in one body, after all.

---

Inkkun likes to nap and sunbathe. You'll just see a big ol black, slick yet fuzzy blob laid out in a sunny spot. When he stretches his legs, his paw peets stretch out, as does his tail. If he's super comfy, he'll melt a lil bit.

When he's not hungry or full of energy, he's actually quite relaxed. Slinks around the apartment in full goop form, wuffing under his breath and sniffing at stuff to ensure it smells the same.

If Inkkun's really in a doggy mood, he'll sniff his mom 's shoulders and head when she comes home. Once, he sniffed her and smelled that she was starting to get sick, so he made her some soup and gave her some medicine. The great thing about him cooking is that there's no risk of injury for him at all. Except for maybe burning, but that heals quickly.

Sure enough, she had to call in to work the next day, but she wasn't feeling as bad as she could've because Inkkun caught it early. So now, he does her a sniff on principle.

(Thankfully, the only time Izuku gets sick is if he's too hungry. He hasn't had a single illness since he was four.)

He also enjoys a good head pat. Very pleasant sensation for him. He greatly enjoys physical affection. On lazy weekends, sometimes, it would just be him with his head on his mom's lap on the couch, with her watching TV and carding her fingers through his hair as he reads some manga, tail bapping against the couch.

---

Izuku's only doctor is Dr. Oniyoshi.

The doctor's very good at keeping things hush-hush, especially once Izuku and Venom fuse together more. It's something interesting for the man to study, but he wouldn't risk the wrong people coming to know about him.

Dr. Oniyoshi's the kind of guy who sometimes says things a little harshly, but he clarifies himself right after. Inkkun's never once seen him express anger, just having a calming demeanor as he quietly maintains every aspect of his care.

It helps that Venom constantly keeps Izuku healthy. They don't technically need to brush their teeth, but Venom does anyway when Inko asks and Izuku's consciousness is still asleep. So, really, Izuku doesn't have a lot of medical records, and the ones that do exist are purposefully fudged.

His details still say quirkless, and his blood denotes no differences from any other person, save for the lack of quirk factor that's becoming increasingly rare over time.

Once Inkkun started forming more frequently, however, Dr. Oniyoshi noted unidentifiable DNA in his blood. Not only that, but he couldn't keep a blood sample. The blood would eventually break out of the glass and return to Izuku by some point. So now, he tells Izuku when he's done doing blood tests and uncorks the vial, letting his blood return without breaking his supplies.

Dr. Oniyoshi quietly tells Inko that her son's more akin to a nonidentifiable humanoid than a human, but just as firmly confirms that Izuku is her son regardless.

Inko knows, but it's nice that her son's doctor agrees.

[winterwump]

Hii can i request goo x gun nsfw hcs? 🥺 Love you, stay safe 💘

💚NSFW Headcanons for Gun x Goo💚

Author’s Note: 🚨THIS IS A MLM PAIRING, AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE MLM SHIPS, KEEP IT PUSHING🚨 Hi Anon! I’m glad you requested this bc I ADORE these two more than I love most things!!! I REALLY hope you meant these two as a couple and not individually lol. I have made this mistake b4😅 Here's the SFW Headcanons 🩵 This is a LONG one so ENJOY!!!

Just to get this out of the way: They’re both switches!!! Fuck all of that heteronormative “who’s the top?” and “who’s the bottom?” bullshit.

They both think it's dumb and, there was a mutual understanding between the two that they don't mind going both ways with each other.

Sex happens in the most yee-yee ways. Like, at random while Goo is cooking, Gun decides that he wants to give head.

And 9 times out of 10, Goo is down for impromptu sex.

But funnily enough, Gun is not very likely to have a moment like the one previously described.

Gun would have to be super wound up sexually to just suck dick on Impulse lol.

They have matching sex drives…kinda.

I know that sounds like I contradicted myself from what I said about Gun, just hear me out please:

Both Gun and Goo have high sex drives, it’s just that Gun doesn't typically initiate sex and it takes him a while to get going (NO Gun does not have an erectile dysfunction lolol)

Goo, however, seems like he’s ready to go at all times, and he’s much more likely to initiate sex.

Goo is the type to drop random sexual innuendos into casual conversations that he’s having with Gun.

Like Goo is known for being “The Most Unserios Man on The Planet™”, but he’s not the type to be blatantly sexual even with Gun.

So chances are, if Goo is throwing out sex joke after sex joke, it's safe to say that Goo NEEDS to get off.

These two have mastered the art of a quickie and all variations of the proverbial quickie.

Handjobs under a table?- You got it!

Super GawkGawk-3000 WITH a facial while being chauffeured to an event? - They’ve done it (Lil Nasties lol)

Even though they’ve mastered the ancient art of being sexual deviants in public, Gun and Goo do find the time to have long-form bedroom fun.

Marathon sex. They have marathon sex. Albeit, not that often but the point still stands.

So when I say marathon sex, I mean upwards of 3 to 4 hours.

For context, sex on average last for about an hour (including foreplay). So these mfs are going at it.

But don't think that GG aren’t taking breaks throughout the marathon. Because trust me, they are. But with a caveat.

Marathon sex for GG is like a war of attrition. Think back to when they were in the sauna. Except for this time, they’re seeing which one of them cums first lol.

I lied in my SFW HC for these two when I said that paying for their penthouse was the only thing that they went 50/50.

I say that because whenever these idiots are doing their war of attrition, its split 50/50 on who cums first lol. 

But once they’re both completely spent and can't go anymore, these two don't cuddle. At least Gun doesn't

Gun: It's too damn hot for cuddling, move (Cuz Goo would, no doubt, would be sprawled out on Gun regardless of who topped)

Goo: Boo you’re no fun!! Don’t you wanna hold each other?

Gun: Fuck no.

Goo: Yea, I don’t blame you!

And Goo goes to sleep, while Gun has one last cigarette before going to sleep as well.

This was fun to write, and I really hope you enjoyed reading this. I still have some WIPS to get back to, and I’ll get to them…eventually lol. Anyways, feel free to comment and request stuff. My inbox is open so have fun. BYE!!!!