#no i dont wanna see them getting shot in the head as soon as they appear lol😅

[hereissomething]

so if anybody has ever seen a half life lets play where the player does NOT go on killing sprees for their entire playthru, i would love to watch that

[princessbrunette]

limbrey had left the house for a few hours.

“y’know it’s like, it’s not even a sin ‘cus our clothes are still on n’stuff.” jj reclines on the vintage loveseat in your home, cap still on — everything still on infact with his fingers drumming lightly on your waist as you straddle his leg. he knew what his friends would say if they saw him there right now. the head shakes of disappointment. john b’s voice saying ‘jj, stop corrupting her. just let her be.’, pope telling him that he’s a notorious bad influence, kiara screwing up her face. he knew it was bad, but hey — you’re the one who was having all these ‘urges’, he was simply helping you out.

you roll your eyes, trying to play it off but when you suck in a breath it shakes, the nerves getting the better of you as you habitually lift your hand to twiddle with your cross necklace.

“look. you don’t gotta do anything with me right now, or ever if you don’t wanna. m’not tryna make you compromise your faith…liness or whatever—i’m just tryna be a good friend n’ help you out.” jj lets go of your waist to lean back on the seat, taking the pressure off by resting his arms on the back of the seat, staring at you with his wide blue eyes. you slump a little, thighs tightening around his leg as you look down at the space you sit on. you knew this was gonna be trouble when you missed his touch as soon as he removed it.

“no… i want to do it.”

“and your moms not gonna be home for another few hours, right?” he raises his brows, talking slow.

you sigh, nodding. “right.”

reaching forward, he gently takes your chin between his fingers, holding your gaze. “then you got nothin’— and i mean absolutely nothin’ to worry about.” he smiles, and with jj it always just feels easy. like everything is ever that simple. for a moment, you let yourself melt and believe that, sucking on your bottom lip. cautiously, his hands return to your hips and he ever so slightly encourages them forward. “now— what you’re gunna do is rolllll your hips. juuuust like that, dolly.” he instructs casually in that southern drawl that made you weak in the knees, following his instructions.

as the pocket of his cargo shorts catches beneath your panty-clad clit you tense up with a whimper and he grips you securely, looking up with an encouraging smile. “you’re alright, that feels good don’t it lamb chop?” the smile becomes a grin and you pout, getting the hang of rolling your hips.

“dont call me that right now!” you mewl, voice already taking an airy filter to it as you get hazy from pleasure, humping on jj being apparently exactly what you needed on this hot summer afternoon.

“yeah i don’t think you get to call the shots right now when you’re humpin’ on me, mama. but i’ll play nice.” he jokes, helping you along by the waist and bucking his leg a little making you moan. “mmmhm, that’s the stuff ain’t it.”

“this is so wrong. so wrong.” you whimper pathetically, unable to stop your hips from moving as you squelch about in your panties. you couldn’t help how you felt, but you knew you had to be disappointing the lord right about now.

“dont sound wrong t’me.” he shrugs, leaning back to watch you as he lazily guides your hips. he glances to the side, doing a double take at the table with the framed image of you as a baby at your baptism and his arm shoots out, placing the photo down on its face so you couldn’t see it anymore. “there y’go just… hide that.” he mutters under his breath before focusing on you again.

“oh my goodness jj, i’ve never felt…” you trail off, eyes squeezing shut as you greedily hump his thigh, your knee grazing his crotch making him wince.

“felt this good? yeah, well… gets a lot better than this sugar. whatever gets you off though.” he’s a little redder in the face now, more turned on by the moment. “can i like… help you out a lil bit? i mean you’ve already commit the sin, might aswell right?” he doesn’t bother to still you, and before you can answer him he slips a palm beneath you so you roll your hips right into it, all whilst pawing at your tit through your white dress, the fat of it practically falling out anyway as he rolls a thumb over your nipple. you cry out, tensing and clenching around nothing as you grip his shoulders tight — that clean french manicure of yours digging into his skin.

“thaaaats better, right? that’ll do ‘er.” he breathes, your faces closer now, feeling your breath mingle at the proximity.

“this feels amazing.” you pant like a dog, dropping your head to his shoulder to avoid his gaze, squeezing your eyes shut as you approach orgasm.

“plenty more where that came from bo peep. go ‘head n’cum for me yeah? i know you need it. that’s right. good girl.”

[elliesdirtywifebeater]

Tryna Smoke

paring: soft dom!ellie x sub!reader

cw: smoking, strap riding, slight teasing, praising

summary: after not seeing each other for a few weeks you and ellie hang out and smoke together but theres alot of pent up tension the two of you have been holding out on

you were on your way to your girlfriend ellies house, both of you were super excited because its felt forever since the two of you could actually be alone together.

as youre walking down the street you shot ellie a text letting her know you were almost there, she replied telling you to hurry up or else she'll die. shes always such a dramatic but you found it cute.

before you could reach the door to knock it flew open and you were met with an ecstatic ellie. you both threw your arms in the air before holding each other tight in a much needed hug "omg babe i miss you so much" she said as she stood up straight.

you returned her cheesy smile "i know im so amazing" you said jokingly rolling your eyes.

"oh whatever" she said with a small laugh "cmon in and meet me upstairs alright?" she moved to the side giving you room to come in and you do.

you turn around to look at ellie, "dont take too long, yk a girl is impatient" you said and gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading upstairs to her room"

after a few moments of you getting comfortable in her bed ellie walked in with a princess lunchbox that she uses to hold her weed, wraps, lighters and shit like that. you always thought it was the funniest thing ever.

"you tryna smoke?" she asked as she held the box up before sitting down next to you "uh hell yeah i am" you say shifting your body to face her. she opens the box up and sat everything down on her rolling tin and started rolling a few joints.

you watched her hands and the way she gripped the grinder, how she licked the paper and how her fingers worked while she rolled them. she noticed you absolutely gawking at her as she was rolling, "youre staring baby" she whispered to you and you jumped out of your daze. "nuh uh no i wasnt" you said looking away "id wanna look at me too dont worry" she said being a total smartass for earlier.

"asshole" you said trying to cover it with a cough.

she lit two up as soon as she finished the last joint and handed you the other, she was never one to share to be honest. "you're so stingy williams" you said jokingly as she put everything away.

while the two of you were talking about nonsense you didn't even realize how close you two were physically. finishing off the joint she sparked ellie looked at you for a second not saying anything, which is normal because ellie tends to be the quiet type when high.

you noticed her face inching in on yours and without saying anything she kissed you, resting her hand on your face pulling you in. you place your hands on her thighs softly gripping them as she deepened the kiss.

she pulls out of the kiss and quickly pulls her shirt off and you follow behind doing the same going back into the kiss afterwards.

"stay here and take these off" ellie mumbled against your lips before walking over to her dresser. she pulled out her black strap, youve heard her mention having one but she never showed it to you. you looked at it for a bit and assumed it was like 6ish inches maybe 7.

"hey why dont you light another one for us babe" she said while she took her jeans off and put the strap on.

you listened and lit another one, taking a few hits she comes over to the edge of the bed and crawled up next to you sitting back slightly. she pulled you over to her and you sat on her thigh, you leaned over to her and shot gunned the blunt you lit.

"fuck that was hot" ellie said as ran her hands up and down your body. "youre hot" you said taking another hit before kissing her.

youd never be this confident in doing any of this sober, ellie knows how shy you can be but she also knows the things you can really do and handle.

you started rocking your hips back n forth grinding on her thigh. "fuck baby youre already so wet for me" she huffed out.

ellie wanted you more by the second just from the sight of you. you riding her leg, face flushed red, moaning out quiet profanities.

she grabbed your leg bringing it over so you were in a straddling position. hovering over her strap she looked up at you with wanting eyes, "c'mon and take my cock like i know you can baby"

the rasp in her voice sent a swarm of butterflies to fit your stomach up. you started lowering yourself down on her and gripping her shoulders for support "take your time pretty" she whispered to you taking the blunt from you hitting it a few times before putting it out.

you moaned out ellies name as you fully sunk down on her, "fuck its so big" you stuttered out.

you were slowly rocking your hips against her getting used to the feeling, once comfortable you started bouncing down, "oh my god fuck" ellie moaned "e-everything okay?" you said between moans. she nodded in response "i just.. fuck-" she was cut off by her moans, her grip intensified on you "i didnt expect it to grind against my clit like that, shit." she grunted out.

"fuck you look so good riding me" she grabbed your neck and pulled you into a kiss, reaching her free hand down she started rubbing your throbbing clit with her thumb. both of your moans fill up the room

you throw your head back at the sudden contact, youre sensitive and ellie loves to take advantage of that. she loves seeing you fall apart at her disposal.

she brought your face back to meet hers "i wanna see you while im fucking you." the sudden assertiveness in her voice made you go faster, babbling nonsense as ellie began thrusting her hips upwards trying to match your rhythm.

"e-ellie m'gonna.. fuck" you stuttered out. her hands found their way back to your hips as her thrusts got faster. "hold it in." she demanded "w-what?" you question her "you heard me baby" she grunted out as she flippped the two of you over, not moving from inside of you.

she straightened herself and continued thrusting. placing her hand on your lower stomach, she applied pressure causing you to whimper her name.

"youre taking me so good baby" she grunted.

she threw your leg over her shoulder going deeper, hitting all the right places. her hands ran up and down your legs before stopping at your core, her thumb teased your clit making your body jolt at the random contact.

her thrusts became more sloppy and both of your moans grew louder as she got closer "my god.. cmon pretty cum for me.." she could barely speak. seeing her break sent you over the edge.

your nails dug into ellies thighs, and your back arched as you came all over ellies length, she started mumbling curse words under breath as she finished right after you.

ellie pulled out of you and huffled trying to catch her breath. she looked down at the mess she made of you, with a soft grin she leaned down. "you have no idea how bad ive been wanting to do that to you baby." she whispered by your ear before kissing right below it.

you let out a soft moan mixed in with panting. finally being able to speak you smiled and gave her a quick kiss on her lips "we should have done this sooner" you said earning a soft laugh from ellie "i agree"

"cmon lets go clean up in the shower" ellie stood up removing the strap. you nodded and got up stumbling your way to the bathroom making ellie laugh at your struggle.

you were soon met with ellie in the bathroom and she holds you from behind and leans her head down by your ear "we can have a round two if you want baby" she said grazing her fingers along your body sending chills up your spine.

[f10werfae]

What Binky Fairy?

pairing: Dad!Husb!Chris x Wife!Mom!Reader

summary: Can you please write a one shot of Reader and Chris using the "binky fairy" to get the triplets to stop using their binkies? (requested by anon)

requests are open💌/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

Chris Masterlist, full masterlist, taglist form

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“Come on bubbies, you gotta stop using binkies” Chris said softly, sitting on the plush carpet with his three year old triplets, all their mouths cutely bopping with their binkies, their big eyes just staring up at him. His wife Y/n was on the couch breastfeeding their newest addition, a baby girl called me Lindsey. Isabella the youngest of the triplets simply made grabby hands for her father, Chris' heart instantly melting; his hands cuddling her into his chest.

“You wanna give dada your paci bella?” Chris cooed hooking his finger onto the binky and pulling it out, Bella’s eyes instantly widened before filling with tears, her lips jutting out into a tiny pout. Chris saw his wife in that moment, his wife was just divine, giving him his whole world in the form of three buggers

“b-but dada, bella binky” She whimpered watching her daddy put her binky on top of the coffee table, her eyes going straight to her momma for support, only to find her already shaking her head at the little girl. Y/n herself found it hard to say no, seeing as she tended to spoil them, but who could blame her? Three little Chris Evans ran her household, soon four

Both Noah and Jacob looked at each other realising they were the next targets, so they scrambled to their feet and darted for their momma, instantly shoving themselves into her side carefully so they wouldn’t disturb their baby sister.

“Come on boys, see Bella did it” Y/n cooed pulling her shirt back over her breast, and handing the calm Lindsey over to Chris, his smile widening as the baby let out small coos against her father’s chest; her tiny hand fisting onto his shirt adorably.

“Momma, m-miss binky” Jacob lisped around his pacifier, his tiny hands wrapping as far as they could around Y/n’s body, wanting nothing more than a hug from his mom. Y/n pouted now looking up at Chris who was giving her one hell of a stern look, “Honey. No.” Chris had to close his eyes next, knowing damn well her puppy look would have him folding within seconds

“But Chris what if they really need their binkies, I don’t wanna upset my babies” Y/n whined putting both of the boys onto her lap, both of them playing about with the pendant laced around her neck delicately. “Look clearly they don’t care about the binky fairy then” Chris said starting off his plan

“F-fairy, wha fairy” Isabella shouted getting excited, and stumbling over to the couch, Y/n and Chris chuckling watching the diaper clad toddler tumble her way up to her brothers.

“The binky fairy, needs more binkies so she can give it to smaller babies” Y/n explained, seeing how all three pairs of eyes looked at her in amazement at the mention of a supposed ‘binky fairy’

“L-like windsey” Noah asked looking at his father who was holding up their baby sister, who was now looking at them all with wide doe eyes, following the traits of her older siblings . “Mhm babies like Lindsey, so they can have binkies too”

“Hmm I dont know momma” Jacob said nervously, wrapping his arms around himself to imitate crossing his arms, his binky now hanging off the edge of his lips. Chris smirked seeing the cogs start to turn in Noah and Jacob’s head, watching as they both turned to each other before spitting out the binkies into Y/n’s hand.

“Good job, momma’s so proud of her little angels” Y/n cooed standing up and setting Isabella in the middle of her brothers, all of them watching on as Y/n collected the third binky from the table before walking off into the kitchen.

Chris then sat down onto the couch; Isabella, Noah and Jacob then crawled over to watch over their little sister, watching her tiny mouth let out the cutest noises as her hands reached out to latch onto anything.

“Windsey, you keep binky otay?” Isabella whispered, not so secretly as she thought

“What’re ya saying Bells?”

“Nofin dada, just love her so much” Bella smiled mischievously, before kissing Lindsey on the head

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“You are such a good daddy to our kids, so smart and handsome too” Y/n whispered now that they were in bed; had tucked all the kids into bed, baby Lindsey sleeping peacefully in her bassinet in the connecting nursery.

“Yeah momma? ya think so?” Chris laughed feeling his wife’s hands rake up and down his shoulder, watching as she nodded bashfully, still not used to the way he called her after all these years. His hands dug up her shirt, resting on her warm back, giving it light sensual scratches

“Calm down Y/n/n, can’t have number five comin this soon” He smirked feeling her hand start to wander elsewhere…

“Alright fine” Y/n pouted turning around in the bed, leaving Chris gobsmacked and hating himself for being such an idiot, he just missed out on one hell of a good night.

“W-wait baby, maybe I was a bit too hasty”

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[crushedsweets]

I loved the ask about ticciwork what it would be like if they were able to date! Now I was wondering what that would be like with Jack and Toby!

Though I’m not sure if they have the same chemistry as ticciwork. 😭

Btw you have forever engraved ninakate to my soul LMAO I love them so much!! ❤️

I ABSOLUTELY CAN i think theyre super cute + i have a really sweet ticcijack ask i wanna draw soon. im gonna go off on a tangent about their upbringing and how that'd impact their sexuality tho, cuz i think that'd be relevant .

this was written more like notes for a one-shot of them getting together, rather than the format i did for ticciwork

ok. so for starters, toby has a huge wall to get over. i dont really have sexuality hcs for many of the creeps (jane and kate r lesbians, lius a gay man, ninas bi are my only concrete hcs) BUT i know toby's upbringing involved his dad constantly demeaning him for being 'feminine' (anytime he did something with lyra), a pussy, calling him slurs, telling him to man up, insulting any gay man he might see on tv, etc. and toby hates his dad, so he'd have an easy time being like 'ok whatever old man like i give a shit if a guy fucks a guy' BUT he would still feel a ton of guilt and shame if he were attracted to a guy.

jack might be a little similar, not because his dad was constantly berating him, but he still grew up in a pretty traditional house and his uncles/cousins would often tease him cuz he liked to cook and bake and had a lot of empathy. but he also went to university, and while it was still in alabama, a lot of colleges and stuff are a lot more progressive so it wasn't something he dwelled on much. live and let live, basically

AND AS A RESULT, it would be MUCH harder for either of them to make a move. toby would push any feelings down so fucking fast, and jack would just shrug it off and say he doesn't have like.. the "right" to have such emotions. after all he's done.

but they've also had a ton of intimate moments. the amount of times toby's been sat in his boxers while jack has to stitch up his stomach is kinda obnoxious. the amount of times jack checks toby's temperature and scolds him for dumb shit. toby scoffing and grabbing jacks wrist to pull his hand off, but his touch lingers

jack wears his mask a lot, but toby would make a comment. "i wanna see what you look like. it cant be THAT bad." and then jacks like ? asshole. so toby backtracks and is like "ok but if it is bad, thats kinda cool" and jacks like 'dude shut up'. but then toby would try and go on about 'im serious man you're over here stitching me up every other week and im practically the only person you talk to. let me see' and jack thinks about it. maybe not that day, but eventually he would.

if toby has already kinda come to terms with liking guys, OR he's so oblivious to his own feelings, he might say something stupid like "oh shit you're hot dude why do u wear that stupid ass mask" and jack would get embarrassed. and try to put it back on, but toby would snatch it and toss it on some counter and say "ok well now i know so stop wearing it" and jacks like. ok. fuck you. fine.

and toby stares a lot. like. a lot a lot. and jack kind of knows. the echolocation and thermavision helps him know toby's head is turned his way, but he can't exactly pinpoint where toby's eyes are. but he keeps turning away

toby would eventually just ask 'you gotta know im looking at you , right?' and jack is like ...well i thought so. thanks for confirmation. and toby laughs it off but jack is getting embarrassed

jacks feelings would develop slowly and he'd recognize every single moment he feels something. tobys would develop more rapidly, but he has no fucking idea what he's feeling is romantic. he thinks jacks attractive as fuck, he likes intelligent people, he likes how jack challenges tobys toxic ass mindset (only after the fact, hates it in the moment), and jack does a lot for him. patches him up, cooks him good meals.

the ask i mentioned said something about jack touching toby's lip and toby keeps looking at jacks lips and theres crazy tension etc etc etc. i genuinely dont know who would kiss who first.

if it were jack, toby would sit there kinda stunned, and jack would pull away and fumble out an apology. then toby tells him to do it again. and again, and again.

if it were toby, jack would immediately kiss back. he's had it on his mind for a long time, but genuinely didnt think anything would come.

toby would ask what now. he wants jack to set some sort of guidelines. he hates rules but holy shit does he not know how to navigate this, not with jack. jack would shrug it off and theyd try not to talk about it. toby might not come back to see jack for a while, but end up really hurt and dragged there to get his arm popped back into place. and jack would have to ask why he stopped visiting.

toby would admit it, finally. something about 'because i fucking like you and its really fucking weird and i dont wanna ruin the whole medic patient pal thing we got going on but this entire fucking time ive been avoiding you, im thinking about you a hundred times more'. and jack would ask why he thinks its weird. and theyd talk for a while

jack would ask toby if he could kiss him again, and toby would say yes.

[blackdollette]

i wanna see plus size gf reader and euro. like one of his band mates r hanging out at a small get together (it's basically like an after party. so everyones high and/or drunk) and euros very much into pda when hes under the influence so he makes a little motion at his girlfriend for her to sit in his lap. and one of the guys is like "oo.. careful, euro. dont want her to break you." and euro can see she gets a little upset and moves back to her spot on the floor and euro is NOT having that. he isnt the most affectionate lover but he doesnt want her to ever feel bad about her having some extra cushion. so hes just like "you wouldn't know what to do with all that woman anyways, fucking virgin."

and if ur in a smutty mood maybe when they get home and he sees shes still upset he has her staring into the mirror and its pretty rare for him to do this.. but he eats her out and has her stare at her body in the mirror. and then when it hits the main course hes praising her body non stop. "fuck, baby. love the way your tits bounce like that" "yeah let that ass jiggle on me, slut" "thats a good fucking girl, nobody could handle these fucking thighs like i can" etc 🤭

yall are too good with there requests 😩

"the shape of my body." | euronymous

a&w. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1213

contents: bodyshaming, self harm (a little), oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

after his show, you and the rest of his band made your way to the den, getting ready for the afterparty of his biggest show yet. as soon as you arrived, the drinking and partying began. euronymous and his bandmates were drinking, smoking and having a good time, but you were just hanging out in a corner trying not to be seen.

he noticed this as he sat down on the couch, a beer bottle in his hand. you catch his stare as he looks you in the eyes from a far. then he gestures for you to come sit with him, or rather on him. you couldn’t help but smile as you made your way to him. you liked it when he was affectionate, and it seemed like you were going to get a lot of affection tonight.

you perched yourself on his lap, him instantly pulling you into him with a big smile on his face. then your heard laughter from two of his bandmates. you didn’t think anything of it until you saw one making a circular shape with his hands. it was happening again. one whispered something into the other ear, making him bark out a laugh.

then he walked up to euronymous, sitting on the couch beside him. he had an annyoing little smirk on his face. “careful there, big girl. you wouldn’t wanna break our guitarist’s lap, would you?” the rest of the members burst into laughter. you felt tears pricking your eyes as you slipped off of his lap and pulled your skirt over your thighs.

euronymous shot them all a glare so strong that it could sear off skin. “you’re saying that like you’ve ever felt the touch of a woman. other than your mother, that is. and even she won’t let you suck on her tits anymore.” the room went silent, apart from a few more laughs from a few other guys.

euronymous tried reaching out to touch you, but you pushed him away. you were silent for the rest of the night, keeping your head down and not looking up for even a second. you looked at your thighs, cursing every cell in your body for making you look this way. euronymous couldn’t help but look at you as your eyes filled with tears. he wanted to get you out of there.

so you and him walked out, driving back home. you didn’t say a single word the whole drive. one little comment had completely ruined the night for you, and all you wanted to do was disappear. you rushed into the washroom, turning on the tap to cover the sound of you crying. you undressed, looking at your body in the mirror.

you poked and pressed different parts of yourself, feeling more miserable by the second. you wondered why euronymous was even dating you anyway. you heard everything that his “friends” said behind his back about you, and it made your heart ache. you filled the bathtub with boiling hot water before getting in, wincing as the temperature made your skin burn.

after a long bath, you stepped out of the bathroom, your eyes red from crying for so long. you walked into the bedroom, meeting euronymous who was sat down on the edge of the bed. as you entered, he stood up and grabbed the towel that you were wrapped in, throwing it to the ground. you were about to protest when he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a much needed hug.

you felt your eyes welling up once again. you didn’t think he’d care this much about how much that comment had hurt you, but he surprised you everyday. then he pushed you to the bed, right by the mirror and made you lay down. you followed his order, not really knowing what to expect. then he spread your legs apart, seeing your little pussy right there.

you gasped quietly, the mood changing in an instant. he buried his face in between your legs as he started hungrily sucking on your clit, rubbing your thighs as they started to shake. your moans quickly became uncontrollable as he licked every inch of your sweet little pussy. he began tongue fucking you, reaching a hand up to start playing with your tits.

he moaned into your pussy as he sucked it, telling you how beautiful you were and how you were the only person he would ever truly love. he felt your pussy throbbing on his tongue, signalling your climax. he inserted two fingers, quickly moving them in and out of your tight hole. you screamed as the pleasure in your body grew.

you saw him moving his hips a little, trying to get some movement against his painfully hard cock. you started gripping the bedsheets as he sucked on every single part of your pussy. you put your hand in his hair as you came all over is tongue. he licked up every last drop of it, wiping his mouth after and smiling at you.

he pulled you off of the bed as he laid down, taking your place. he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his aching cock. you already got the message. you crawled on top of him, your legs on either side of his. he grabbed your hips and lowered you onto his cock, feeling your tight walls clenching around him.

a long groan emerged from him as you started moving up and down. he sat up, not being able to resist seeing your beautiful tits bouncing in front of him like that. he took one in his mouth, sucking on it like his life depended on it. “such perfect tits, baby… so fucking pretty…” he used his other hand to pinch your nipple, making you squirm.

your eyes filled with tears as you felt yourself reaching a second orgasm. you felt his cock throbbing inside of you. it was taking all his willpower not to cum right there. then he pulled out of you for a moment, needing to catch his breath. he gave you a soft kiss before speaking in a breathless voice. “turn around for me, baby. wanna watch that ass bounce on my cock.”

you spun around and started riding him in reverse cowgirl, and his noises quickly filled the room. his hand grabbed your ass as it moved on him. the sight was irresistible to him and he couldn’t old back any longer. “just wanna cum all over your perfect ass…” he started pushing his hips into you, wanting to make you cum once more before he did.

you threw your head back as you felt an orgasm nearing once again. your milky liquid flooded down his cock, the sound of your wetness becoming louder and louder. he quickly pulled out of you and stroked himself quickly, cumming all over your ass with a low groan. he painted you with his cum, loving the piece of artwork that was in front of him.

he watched as your pussy dripped with your cum. he turned you back around and pulled you onto him, capturing you in a long kiss. then he looked deep into your eyes, looking kind for the first time in his life. “you’re perfect, darling. absolutely beautiful.”

author's note: i didnt mean for this to be so long, but i rlly loved writing it :)) im literally shaking i cant believe im starting university tomorrow :(( wish me luck, yall!

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 4

Got Someone Waitin’ For Me

From the moment Daryl found you, the two of you became inseperable. You had been on your own since the start, everyone you loved was gone, and you were left to fend for yourself. While out searching for Sophia, Daryl found you. In his muddy state, with a string of walker ears dangling from his neck, you were understandably suspicious of him. His gruff voice was something you expected, but the quiet and gentle tone completely threw you off. He crouched down to where you were hidden amongst the bushes. You were muddy too, and the two of you had an immediate understanding of the shit you’d gone through, whether it was recently or further in the past didnt matter. Daryl led you back to the farm; when you arrived some idiot mistook your mutually muddy forms for a pair of walkers, and Daryl got shot. You screamed and cried as you knelt beside him, the first kind soul you had met since the world ended. Or at least, your world had, until you met him. His friends ran to him, the leader shouting at you, demanding to know who you were, but you couldnt speak. You struggled enough speaking to Daryl after not talking to another person in so long, let alone someone whose introduction to you was aggressive shouting.

Daryl was fixed up and in recovery pretty quickly, and you stayed by his side. Anyone who tried to pull you away from him was met with animalistic rage, you’d had a long time to forget about politeness. You stayed at his bedside, falling asleep curled up in a chair, and that was the sight he woke up to. To say he was shocked to see you would be an understatement. He didnt even know your name then, and he didnt want to make you jump by waking you, so he awkwardly waited for you to wake up on your own. It didnt take long, much to his relief. As soon as you saw he was awake, you jumped to his side, standing up and leaning over to check him over in a silent frenzy. He was quick to tell you that he was alright, and you sat back down, your breathing uneven.

You had a bit of a grudge against Andrea after she shot Daryl, she was the one person you were actively hostile towards. When she came to Daryl to apologise for shooting him, you sat beside him scowling at her. She held her hand out to you in an attempt to make friends, but you refused it. She left not long after that, considering how awkward you’d made her feel. Not that you really cared.

“She’s not that bad, y’know.” Daryl chuckled at you, and you huffed.

“Shot you. Bad.” You uttered, your voice much more timid than your body language.

“Not on purpose.” Daryl reminded you, and you shook your head.

You stayed with Daryl through his recovery, he told you to go out and introduce yourself to everyone, but you didnt want to. The only form of communication that you had with the others was when they came to see Daryl. Once he was well enough to get back on his feet, he introduced you to everyone himself. Maggie and Glenn were the first people you trusted after Daryl, they were the least judgemental of you and you. While you sat with them, Daryl left to talk to Rick about you, discussing your presence in the group. A minute or so passed before Daryl called you over, and you walked over to stand beside him.

“If you wanna stay here, ya can.” Daryl told you, and you looked to Rick, knowing he was the leader.

Rick chuckled. “We dont really have a choice, you’d probably kill us if we tried to separate you from Daryl.”

You smiled at that, and Daryl did a double take. That was the first time he’d seen you smile.

Daryl and you became a team. Anytime Daryl went on a run, you went with him. Anytime you needed something on a run, Daryl got it for you. The group grew accustomed to referring to the two of you together, since you were rarely apart.

“Where’s (Y/N) and Daryl?”

“Oh, Daryl and (Y/N) will go and get it.”

You became like Maggie and Glenn, except you two werent romantically involved. At least, not yet.

When the farm fell, that was the first time you and Daryl had been apart since you’d met. Not caring about the noise he made, Daryl rode his bike around the farm shouting your name, trying to find you. He found you surrounded, fighting off a small group of walkers that were reaching for you from all directions. For maybe half a second, he admired your fearlessness, your determination to keep fighting even though you looked trapped. He drove through the walkers, running as many over as he could, and shouting at you to get on the back of his bike, which was an invitation you gladly accepted. The two of you found Carol shortly after, and the three of you headed for the highway.

That night, when you and Daryl stood on watch, he asked you why you looked so scared when he first met you, but when surrounded by walkers you didnt look scared at all. You gave him a very simple answer.

“Fighting off the walkers, I knew you’d find me. Before, I didnt think anyone would.”

Your words hit Daryl right in his heart, you trusted him so much, you trusted him with your life. In the apocalypse, your life was one of the only things you had, at least that’s what Daryl thought until he met you. Not only does he have his life, but he had you to protect, too.

Nobody could have predicted the flu outbreak in the prison. And when you started coughing, Daryl almost lost his mind. He sat on the other side of the glass for hours, not always talking to you, just needing to be with you, to see you on the other side and know that you were still alive. For the first time since you met, you had to be apart from him, to keep him safe. As soon as Hershel brought up the idea of a new location to search for meds, Daryl was desperate to go. He visited you one more time before he left, holding his hand against the glass that kept him from you, and you put your hand up against his on the other side.

“I’ll be back real soon. Just keep breathin’, alright? I’ll be real mad if ya die on me.” He said to you, making you laugh until you coughed. Seeing your smile gave him all the strength he needed.

“I’ll keep breathin’, but you’d better come back or I’ll be the one that’s mad.” You replied, and Daryl did his usual scoff-laugh with a half smile.

Leaving you was the most difficult thing Daryl had ever had to do. He was at war with himself, fighting with his selfish desire to stay with you just in case you didnt make it; he couldnt tell whether going out in search of medicine was a waste of time, whether he was doing it to deliberately avoid the thought of you not surviving this. But his instincts to protect you, to save you, they won, they always did.

Daryl’s natural survival instincts were boosted by the fact that he was quite literally trying to save your life. He had to survive, he had to, to help you get better. And needless to say, when he found the alcohol in Bob’s bag, rather than the meds he had expected to be in there, Daryl was beyond furious.

He stood so close to Bob that their foreheads were touching, his anger intimidating Bob more than it had ever intimidated anyone. “In case ya forgot, we aint out here for you.” Daryl’s voice was low, almost a growl, his fury too powerful for a yell to convey. “Ya may not have someone back there that you’re fightin’ for, but we do.” He gestured to himself and Tyereese. “I got someone waitin’ for me, dependin’ on me, and if you think for a damn second that I’ll let you get in my way, ya dont know me. If ya did, you wouldnt even try. You take one sip before those meds get in our people, in my girl, I’ll beat yer ass into the ground. Ya hear me?” Daryl shoved Bob to emphasise his threat before he stormed past Tyreese and Michonne.

He grew more antsy with every second that he was away from you, he didnt think the trip would take this long. When he’d first noticed the herd in front of the car on the way there, his immediate thought was that he was going to be late back to you. Daryl was too irritated to be the one to drive them back to the prison, so Michonne took the wheel. She couldnt drive fast enough in his mind, he was genuinely debating whether it would be faster for him to run, he didnt know how fast he could run when you were waiting at the finish line, but he knew it would feel faster than this.

While Daryl was gone, you were fighting for your life. Glenn stayed with you, the two of you spending most of your time in silence since anytime you talked, you both experienced coughing fits. It was as silent as it could be in a room filled with people coughing their guts up. When you started feeling lightheaded, though, Hershel insisted that you lay down in a cell and rest. You were in and out of consciousness, in a delirious state. Every time you awoke, you called out for Daryl with the little strength you had left, your voice escaping your lips in a hoarse, whining whisper. Your vision was blurred, but any form you saw walk by your cell, your mind convinced you that you were seeing the silhouette of Daryl, and you would smile before passing back out again.

Glenn stayed with you as much as he could, until Hershel needed his help. He knew Daryl would want a full report on how you’d been while he was gone, and he’d need a detailed explanation of why you couldnt come back to the glass to see him. Glenn wasnt exactly excited to have that conversation, considering how angry Daryl was likely to be. At least there would be glass separating them, too. In between brief moments of consciousness, you overheard a conversation about spaghetti Tuesdays, it probably would’ve made you laugh if you’d been able to. While you were out, Hershel explained that your unconscious state had somewhat saved you, you werent awake to cough and choke, your body was worn out. By no means were you healthy, but at least you werent as close as the others were of dying from the flu.

By the time Daryl and the others were back, though, the countless walkers that covered the prison courtyard floor were enough to send him into a frenzy. Him and Tyreese bolted into the prison, and when he found you safely shut inside your cell, which was otherwise surrounded by more walkers on the ground, the relief he experienced could not be put into words. Before he finally rested, Hershel came to your cell, finding Daryl there, cradling you in his arms on the bed.

“She’s been in and out of consciousness, askin’ if you were back yet every time she’s been awake. A couple times she even confused me for you, askin’ if you were alright. She’ll pull through, though, she’s been the most healthy out of everyone in here.” Hershel told him, and his words were music to Daryl’s ears.

The next time you awoke, the first thing you saw was Daryl. Not an illusion, not a blurry daydream that your mind conjured up to comfort you, it was really him.

“You’re back.” You whispered in the happiest disbelief.

“Shh, get some real sleep. Lil birdy’s told me you’ve been askin’ for me instead of restin’, now Im here ya aint got no excuse.” Daryl cooed, his voice quiet.

“Are you ok?” You asked him, concern covering every area of your face as you stared up at him.

Daryl scoffed. “Cant believe yer the one askin’ me that. Im fine, (Y/N). Aint no walkers gonna get me when I’ve got you waitin’ for me back home, I wont let ‘em.”

You smiled up at him. “You came back and I kept breathing, looks like we both held up our ends of the deal.”

Daryl’s arms tightened around you as he glanced around your cell. “Now ya’ve just gotta get better.”

You raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Another deal? Alright, what do I get in return?”

Daryl’s eyes met yours again. “Anythin’ you want.”

You were thoughtful for a moment, before your features lit up with a fantastic idea. “Once Im better, I want a kiss!”

Daryl’s eyes almost fell out of his skull. “You what?!”

You grinned up at him. “I want a kiss!”

Daryl scoffed in embarrassment and looked away from you. “Shit, fine.”

You giggled and curled into his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your back. You grabbed his other hand and held it close to your face, placing a gentle kiss to his palm before you closed your eyes. Sensing his body go rigid at the affection, you smiled to yourself, and you knew he noticed when you felt his body relax. Daryl’s arms gently squeezed you as he leant down and placed an equally gentle kiss to your forehead, his own silent way of telling you that he liked what you just did.

“That kiss doesnt count, by the way.”

“Didnt think it did, don’ worry.”

[littlemisskookie]

Free Use: Ch 6

Free Use: Ch 6

Free Use:  Index

Ship: Crush!Taehyung | Reader

Description: Childhood Friends/Crush/Neighbors/College!AU. Your long time crush agrees to be your dom.

Warnings: Free Use Kink, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom Taehyung, Angst!!! Fluff???? Possessiveness, Humiliation Kink, Demeaning Names, Dirty Talk, Intercourse (Finally), Size Kink, Photos, Fingering, Mirror/Bathroom Sex, Exhibition, this isn’t all but i don’t wanna spoil

Word Count: 4,833

A/N: hhhhh this was just meant to be horny but i sprinkled in some personal trauma (not in the sext parts dont worry)

Jimin’s house party was nearing it’s peak, the music vibrating through every atom of your body, the speakers blaring for the whole neighborhood to hear. Of course Jimin’s spoiled ass got a house already instead of an apartment like the rest of you. It was to throw ragers like this for half of the campus who didn’t want to risk getting spiked at the frat parties. You pull on the gloves of your outfit- a dupe you got of Maddy’s New Years dress. Two shots down and you were already scanning the room for Taehyung. 

Swerving between the swaying bodies, you search for your friends. You try your best not to spill your suspicious jungle juice- some new concoction that Seokjin had made. Jungkook and Hoseok were probably in the midst of the dance floor. No doubt Jimin was busy socializing like the gracious host he was. Seokjin would be acting as bartender as usual, so Yoongi was probably drinking with him. Knowing Namjoon he was already throwing up at this point. But where was Taehyung?

You spot Jimin and reach towards him, leaning on him more than you intended. Despite the warmth flooding to your cheeks, you down more alcohol, causing Jimin to laugh at your sour expression. “I just saw like ten guys check you out when you walked over here.” He has to yell over the music for you to hear him. “You getting laid tonight?”

You roll your eyes, downing more of your drink. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“Ah, I see,” Jimin grins. “I think he said he was getting a drink. You should find Jin. Looks like you’ll be needing a refill soon anyways.”

“Thanks, Jiminnnn,” you say, pecking him on the cheek and waving goodbye. Luckily you already knew where Seokjin would be stationed. You find him in no time, with Yoongi as you expected. Yes! Taehyung was there too!

Your buzz made you feel elated and excited to see him. That is, until you saw the pretty girl standing next to him, laughing as though he said the funniest thing in the world. Not just any girl, though.

Nayeon.

-

You waved the box of popcorn you bought as you entered the boys’ dormitory. You were met with the familiar sent of weed the moment you walked through the door. Not like the RAs really gave a shit. Back when it was mandatory to live on campus, at least during freshman year. Your friendship had solidified with the guys, them no longer seeing you as much of a younger sister and closer to an equal. Too bad you weren’t able to move in with them. You practically lived there, though, despite having a perfectly good dorm of your own. 

Your crush on Taehyung was festering even then, and you would use any excuse you could to be near him. Not that you had to try much. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook would usually host little parties or movie nights in their dorm. They were always the partners of the group, immediately getting fakes as soon as they moved out of their parents’ houses. The first taste of freedom had gotten to their head, and they were relishing in the liberties adulthood brought. They were lucky that the older boys were so lenient with them, having already matured past their extreme partying phases and knowing their limits. Who else would help clean up after, anyways? If it was up to those scoundrels your group would be throwing all night bathers weekly. You were thankful for the more chill hang outs, where you guys would watch shitty movies and smoke.

You were especially excited for today, though. You were always excited to see Taehyung, to be fair. But today you were wearing an outfit you knew he’d especially like. He respected the drip like that, and you would beam every time he complimented you. You were practically fantasizing about it all day.

You shoved the box into Namjoon’s hands, joining him in the kitchen. “Movie theater popcorn, like requested.”

“I wouldn’t have to get on your ass about it if you had bought the right kind last time.” He rolled his eyes, mussing your hair in a form of endearment.

You scowled up at his grin, combing your hands back over your hair. Your eyes darted across the kitchen counter towards the living room, noticing that most of the guys were on the couch or their respective seats. “Where’s Taehyung?” 

Namjoon didn’t say anything, glancing over to you. He was always the observant one. “He’ll be here in a sec, I’m sure.”

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s busy,” Jungkook chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows. “He brought a girl.”

Your mind went blank for a moment. “A girl?”

“Yeah, Nayeon. The hot girl from his Spanish class that he’s been going on about.” Jungkook whistled, a cheesy grin spreading on his face. 

You pressed your lips together as you processed the information. Taehyung was alone with the super hot girl he’s been gawking over for like a month now. You knew he wasn’t inexperienced- hell, you weren’t either. You had plenty of nights of trying to forget about Taehyung, distracting yourself with whatever guy happened to give you the attention you desperately craved. You didn’t think he had gone all the way, yet. You thought it was just girls sending him nudes, or maybe the same level you were at. Or perhaps he was more experienced than you initially thought and this was your first time being confronted with it.

Your heart felt as though it were sinking in your chest. You tried not to let the despair show on your face. You took in a deep breath from your nose, making a conscious effort to seem as unfazed as you could. “Lucky him,” is all you said, offering a slight smile on your lips. Inside you felt as though you were crumbling, as dramatic as it was.

“I like your outfit, by the way,” Jungkook complimented, examining your outfit. 

Your heart ached at the reminder of what you were so excited about in the first place. “Thanks.” It comes out more quiet than you intended.

“Why don’t you go join the guys on the couch? I can take care of setting up the snacks,” Namjoon said. You were grateful for his suggestion. 

You welcomed the distraction as you sat down next to Yoongi, the two of you smooshed together on a sofa chair. He pulled your legs over his as he pulled a drag from the joint. His red eyes meet yours, a comforting grin spreading across his face. “You want a hit?”

“Yes, please,” you say meekly. He brought it up to your lips, letting you suck in a breath. Everyone started preparing for the movie, already turning off the lights. You watched as the end of the joint glowed orange, slowly fading away into black. You held in the smoke filling your lungs as he flicked the ash on a tray. 

You coughed and let out the smoke. The feeling of Yoongi’s hand softly rubbing your back soothed you, though, and your coughing stopped. “Good girl,” Yoongi grinned, hand still rubbing your back. You heard the sound of popping in the background, one of the guys going through Roku to find the movie.

You passed the joint around the circle and let yourself melt into the feeling. The feeling of being high as you take hit after hit. The feeling of Yoongi’s warm body against yours. Anything to numb your self of the feeling of knowing that Taehyung was just one room over probably having sex with a girl that wasn’t you.

You tried to rationalize it. It’s his apartment and you’re all adults. He has the right to sleep with whoever he wanted. You weren’t his girlfriend- hell, he didn’t even know you were madly in love with him. You had no right to be as upset as you were.

But you were.

And then it got worse.

Taehyung came out of his room finally, hand in hand with a pretty girl who looks entirely too happy for your mental well-being. He was grinning from ear to ear, looking rather pleased with himself. He sat down on the couch with Nayeon, arm around her shoulders, pulling her in securely. She was pressed against his chest, leaning against his body, a clear sense comfort between the two.

You stare at the TV with a blank, glazed over look. You were decently high now- probably a bit higher than usual. You were trying to focus on the movie and not on her giggling  or the whispers your keen ears would pick up on. You didn’t even want to listen to Hoseok’s hilarious commentary. You felt stuck in your head and nothing was helping. Your eyes became glassy as you tried to hold back your tears. You desperately hoped no one would notice. You felt so naked, so vulnerable. Would all of your friends realize that you were in love with Taehyung? That you were crying because he had another girl in his arms? Would she notice? You didn’t want to be one of those girls. The girl best friend who is in love with the boyfriend. You desperately didn’t want to be that type.

What if he noticed? What if you couldn’t hang out with them anymore? What if everything became weird? Clearly he didn’t like you back. He wouldn’t be flaunting some other girl in front of you otherwise if he did. You began overthinking and spiraling in your head, your intrusive thoughts consuming you.

Yoongi noticed. He could see in the glow of the screen the shine in your eyes and your stony expression as you tried your best to keep your composure in public. Without question he got you out of his lap and pulled you out of the dorm and into the hallway. You didn’t protest, trying to ignore the feeling of your friends’ stares as you walked out with him. You simply stared down at his hand enveloping yours, stringing you away form your woes. You didn’t want to think about it.

Yoongi cradled your face in his hands and begins to wipe your tears, which were quickly beginning to fall as soon as you were out of sight from the others. You almost wanted to collapse in his arms and bury yourself in his chest, but at the moment you were feeling quite embarrassed. “Hey, why’re you crying?” Yoongi cooed, smoothing over your hair and being careful not to mess up your makeup. “Did you smoke too much, is that it?”

You sniffle and shake your head, furiously wiping your tears away. “No, it’s not that. I’m just… I’m just stuck in my head about things. I’m sorry, this is so stupid. Can we not talk about it?”

Yoongi doesn’t pry. He’s never been the one to meddle in someone else’s business, anyway. “Okay. What do you need then?”

“I just don’t want to think right now.” You’re still wiping off the tears. Knowing you, you weren’t going to be able to stop immediately. Plus, they’ll be able to tell you were crying. “I don’t think I’m ready to go back there.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just tell them you’re not feeling good. Do you want to take a nap in my bed?” That’s right, Yoongi and the other guys lived just down the hall. 

“I’d appreciate that, thank you, Yoongi.” You wiped your nose, sniffling. 

He smiled down at you, pulling out his dorm key and leading you down the hall. You’ve seen his room once or twice, and don’t bother examining the room the way you usually would. You felt emotionally drained. Instead, you plopped down on the bed, taking in a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself. Focus on the high. Still, try as you might, the tears still fell.

Yoongi sat down next to you, hand smoothing over your hair. You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Is there anything else I can do?”

“This is nice already. I just need a distraction.”

“A distraction?”

“Yeah. I just… I want to feel something else right now.” You opened your eyes, looking up at Yoongi. You held his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “Thank you, though. You’re too good to me. I really do appreciate this.”

He smiled at that. “I’m not sure if I’m much of a distraction, but I’ll try my best.”

Your fingers intertwined with his, and in that moment, the distance between you two that you weren’t aware of got a bit smaller. You looked at him, his gaze already locking with yours.

You never did find out if that was the night Taehyung really lost his virginity. But it was the night you lost yours.

-

A million thoughts go through your head. You’re feeling too many emotions. Dread. Betrayal. Confusion. Anger. 

What right did you have to be mad at him anyways? What, for talking to Nayeon? Flirting with her? You weren’t his girlfriend. You were closer to a pet of his. That’s what you told him you’d be for him. You didn’t ask him for anything more. This was a situation you put yourself in. So why should you feel upset?

Your eyes flit over to Yoongi’s. He has a solemn expression on his face. One you’re not familiar with. His eyes lock with yours, quickly flitting over to Taehyung and Nayeon. He knows. He didn’t know about your crush on Taehyung back when you two slept together, at least you don’t think. When had he found out? Or was your expression of despair just now what gave you away?

You didn’t want to have that conversation with him, though. Yoongi and you were just friends now. Life was already complicated.

You do what you always do. You run. Mentally, mainly. You down the rest of the liquor, the burn in your throat and warmth in your stomach enveloping you like a comforting hug. You crush the plastic cup in your hand as you walk away. You try to distract yourself- sans Yoongi this time. What better way than disappearing into the crowd? You’d get to be invisible there.

You try to focus on the music, following the beat as you dance. Your eyes flit about the crowd, trying to see someone familiar. Success. Jungkook.

He spots you too, giving you that bunny smile of his as he makes his way to you, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you into him. “Hey,” he says, the liquor on his breath wafting in your face. You didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same, as unsexy as that was. “Wanna dance with me?”

“Duhhhh,” you laugh, nodding as you let yourself melt in his arms. 

Jungkook’s a great dancer. His hips press against yours, hands on your hips as he directs your movements. You purr at the feeling, your mind trailing away to if he were to direct your movements in a different way. You press your ass against him as you dance to the beat, arms up and tangled into his hair behind you. You didn’t think he would mind. He was used to dancing like this. He’s done worse, honestly. The amount of times you saw him practically fuck someone on the dance floor? Too many to count. Besides, he didn’t seem to mind. His lips pressed against your hair, fingers tightening to secure his grip on your hips.

You sigh at the feeling, letting yourself get lost in the music. You stare at the flashing neon lights and the swaying bodies before you. You look down at Jungkook’s large hands on your hips and waist, pressing you securely against him. You don’t want to think of Taehyung or Nayeon or how Taehyung or Nayeon are probably- oh fuck you can see Taehyung.

You suddenly become very aware of the fact you’re pressed against his best friend, and that he would not be too pleased with that. You turn your head to Jungkook, a look of panic on your face. “Jungkook!”

“Hm?” He hums, his tone nonchalant.

Your eyes flit back towards Taehyung’s direction. He sees you, catching your gaze. Your heartbeat speeds up as you see his deathly glare, and soon he’s marching towards you and Jungkook.

“Taehyung’s coming here!”

“Oh, is he?” Jungkook looks up. He smiles when he sees Taehyung. You’re shocked, freezing as you stare up at him with wide eyes. His cocky grin spreads as he sees your frightened expression, one of his hands coming up to reach for your jaw, pressing your back securely against him. You were forced to look forwards, towards Taehyung, who was now just a few feet in front of you. “Time for you to face the consequences, Y/N.”

You gape up at him, shocked. “I-“

“You didn’t really think I didn’t notice, did you?” His breath is hot against your ear, causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. You hoped he didn’t notice what affect this had on you. Perhaps you had a fear or primal kink.  “You’re not really that stupid, are you?”

Taehyung’s now in front of you, his menacing glare boring through you. You weren’t used to him staring at you like this, with such anger. You cowered in Jungkook’s grasp, trembling like a leaf. He chuckled in your ear, feeling you gulp against his palm. Taehyungs stares down at you, your face looking so small in Jungkook’s big hand. He leans in on the opposite side, speaking in your other ear to make sure you heard. “Someone’s been a slut today, huh?”

His voice was a harsh growl, laced with anger and promise. You whimper, trying to turn away, but Jungkook’s grip quickly forces you to meet Taehyung’s eyes. “Speak up, Y/N,” Jungkook says, his voice commanding. You felt so meek every time he said your name like this, chills running down your spine.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes welled a bit with tears as you stared at Taehyung’s harsh glare.

Taehyung lets out a sigh, quickly pulling you back towards him and out of Jungkook’s firm grip. “Thanks for holding on to her for me. I’ll take care of her from here.”

You’re whisked away out of the crowd, up the stairs and in a bathroom. Your eardrums are no doubt thankful for the slight muffling of sound. You try to turn to Taehyung to explain, but he quickly bends you over the sink. You’re forced to look at yourself, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol and embarrassment. Taehyung’s dark gaze isn’t focused on your reflection. He pulls your skirt up and lands a harsh slap against your ass. You let out a harsh cry, not given a break as he pulls up your thong, forcing the fabric to delve deeper into your folds and against your clit. You rise to your toes to make it easier on you, but he only stretches the band, going as high as he could. His gaze was serious, staring at your face as you were further humiliated. 

“Wearing these, too? You were begging to be punished tonight,” he snaps, his hand coming down again to spank you. You cry from the pain, tears at the corner of your eyes as he twists the fabric in his hands, intensifying the pain as he rained down blow after blow. 

By the time he’s done your ass is glowing, and you feel like you’re on fire. He seems out of breath, too, almost as fucked out as you were. Both of you were taking shallow breaths and were red in the face, the depraved look in his eyes only igniting.

“What happened to my good girl, huh? Now you want to slut yourself out to my friends?” He stops spanking you and grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror. You mewl as he drives up the wedgie, keeping you on your toes. You had mascara running down your cheeks already. His fingers go to your covered clit, rubbing you hard, knowing exactly how to touch you. “You want Jungkook’s cock instead of mine, all of the sudden?”

“No!” Your legs shake a bit under his menstruations. “Taehyung, please-“

“Please what?” He finally lets go of your underwear, letting it harshly snap against your skin, making you lurch forward. “You’re in no position to be asking for favors, sweetheart. Not when I see you grinding your ass against my best friend’s dick.”

He  yanks down your underwear, sneering at it. “Fucking drenched. Did Jungkook get you this wet?”

“No, I-“

“You what? You just want to be passed around the group, is that it? First Yoongi, then me, now Jungkook? Fuck, I didn’t know you were such a slut. If you were that cock hungry all you had to do was ask. I know Jungkook would love to see what your face would look like taking it up the ass. Told me so himself.”

He rubs your bare clit, watching you crumble in his arms. He holds you up by the neck, applying slight pressure, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your legs wobble and threaten to give out under you. You feel so weak in his grasp, and you feel your face burn with embarrassment. “Sir- I-“ Your eyes start to roll back, your orgasm already approaching. The fact that his degrading and vile words were turning you on showed how twisted you were, with just him rubbing you managing to get you to the edge.

“Not sir,” he growls in your ear, removing his hand from your throat and gripping your hair, tugging your head back as you whined. His gaze was menacing, locked with yours in the mirror, no sign of mercy in the reflection. “Taehyung. Taehyung is making you cum.”

“Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehy-“ You feel your orgasm wash over you as you collapse against the sink, your eyes rolled back. You try to catch your breath, Taehyung firm behind you as he let you ride it out. You felt lighter than air, like you were in a dream.

Taehyung flips you over to sit your ass down on the sink, standing between your legs to lean in and invade your space. “Kiss me,” he commands.

You oblige, closing your eyes and kissing him, feeling him dominate the kiss as soon as your lips met. You moan against his lips, hearing him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. You break off the kiss to see him whip his dick out, giving it a few strokes. He whips out his phone and tugs your hips closer to him. “Lift your dress over your tits for me, baby,” he says huskily. Who were you to deny him?

You lift it up to show your tits. You weren’t wearing a bra due to the design of the dress, which Taehyung seemed to appreciate. “What’re you doing?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, I won’t show your face,” Taehyung says. He puts his dick on your pelvis, letting his hips meet yours. You gaped as you looked down at his dick, the size intimidating to say the least. You hear the shutter of his camera going off. “Need to show Jungkook how deep I’m going to be in you.”

Your thighs instinctively twitched at his words, causing him to grin, putting his phone away. You presume he really did send the photo. Today was already bringing more surprises than you had anticipated. “You like the thought of that? Of him seeing what’s mine? Seeing this fat cock next to your tiny pussy?”

You gasp as he plunges his fingers inside of you, hovering over you as he studies your expression. The sound of his fingers diving inside of you repeatedly fill the room, and you grip onto Taehyung to keep balance. “I just-I saw you with Nayeon and…”

“And what? Baby got jealous?” He kept his fingers inside, instead repeatedly curling them into your g-spot. You bite your lip, moaning as he drove you closer to a second orgasm. 

“I just- I got in my head and I’m yours but you’re not mine, y’know?” You pant out the words, one hand grasping his wrist, feeling the tendons and muscle move as he went faster and faster. It felt like he was driving you crazy. “A-And we aren’t dating- and I have no right to-“

“Shut up,” Taehyung says, quickly slapping you across the face before grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a messy kiss. You unravel, coming a second time as you spammed around his fingers. You melt into the kiss, panting against his mouth as he finally let you pull back for air. “I’m yours too, idiot.”

“You are?” You blurt the words out, elated despite the sting against your cheek.

Taehyung grins, spreading your legs, adjusting you to slap his cock against your folds. “You want your boyfriend’s cock in you?”

You were probably looking at him with heart eyes when he said those words. “Yes, yes, please, give it to me.”

“It’s pretty big, baby, not sure you can handle it. Your cunt’s so tiny,” Taehyung says, sliding against you to get his dick wet. “Don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Don’t care, want you inside,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. You hold his face in your hands, the grin on both of your faces refusing to leave. “You’re mine right? Then give me what’s mine.”

“Hmm, if you insist, baby.” He smiles as he kisses you, positioning himself at your entrance before pushing inside. You gasp as he goes in deeper and deeper, until finally his hips are flush against yours. You feel so full, and Taehyung adds to it by pressing his hand against your lower stomach. “Feel how deep I am?” he purrs in your ear. 

His hips pull back, starting off with shallow thrusts. The pace increases, and you’re moaning every time he reaches a particularly deep spot inside of you that has you curling your toes. “Fuck, such a good slut. I’ve been wanting to ruin you since the moment I saw you,” Taehyung grunts, his moans sounding absolutely delicious in your ear. “Wanted to wreck this little pussy. Was so scared I would be too much for you- but you’re a bigger freak than I am.”

His thrusts get deeper, pulling back more. Your tits bounce from his rough thrusts, and you’re left gripping whatever surface you can for balance. “Taehyung, Taehyung please-“

“Please what, baby?” Taehyung questions, pulling back to look at you properly.

“Want to do everything with you. Anything you want. Want to do it all,” you say, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Mm, my girlfriend’s a little slut,” Taehyung smiles, slapping your clit, seeing your hips buck in response. “Into such nasty shit. Wants her boyfriend to do nasty things to her so she can cum.”

“Please let me cum,” you beg, bitting your lip as you feel your senses overwhelm you. His fingers persist, tag teaming you as his cock bullies your g-spot relentlessly. “Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung-“

“Fuck, cum on my cock then, slutty girl.”

You do so, a squeal escaping you as fluid splashes onto Taehyung’s lower abdomen. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you moan. Taehyung crashes his lips against yours, moaning in your mouth as he feels you squirt on him. “Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth, pulling out to jack off on your stomach. You’re both left panting, foreheads pressed together as you try to gather your breath.

He leans in, giving you soft kisses that break off into pecks. He’s so tender with you, such a difference compared to his demeanor before. “I’ll clean you up.”

He grabs a nearby towel and wipes the cum off of both of you. You stare up at him, trying to process that all of this was real. “You really mean it? That you’ll be my boyfriend?”

Taehyung chuckles a bit at that. “I was actually going to ask you tonight after the party, officially. Honestly I already considered you my girlfriend the moment you told me how you felt.”

You’re so happy to hear his words, your heart fluttering. “You mean that?”

“Yeah,” he snickered. “I’m sorry you had to see me with Nayeon like that. We were just catching up. She’s got a boyfriend now anyways.”

“I’m not worried about her anymore,” you confirm. “I trust you.”

“You’re gonna have to trust me with all the shit I’m planning to do with you. I did say I wanted to ruin you.” He dives his thumb in your mouth, sucking in a breath when you immediately suck on it. Obedient and ready. “Shit, I’m getting hard again. Wanna have round two back at my place?”

You bite your lip at the prospect, thighs clenching together as you nod.

What can you say? You’re so whipped for your boyfriend. 

[dykepvppy]

- BETRAYED altieri sister/sibling reader!  x Quinn.  Soon to be Mindy x reader

Mentions of : grooming, Richie.

" IT FELT GOOD TO KILL HIM" Ethan spoke smiling at me and Tara,Sam... "if it's you and Wayne  then who's the third" speaking up to the killers.. the third killer stood there silently as they slowly took off the mask..

" Quinn " you clutched you fist looking at the red haired girl... "hey roomies.. hey babe" the three of the killers circled around you,Tara, Sam... Wayne explained their motives to me and the sisters but my eyes shifted to Quinn she licked her lips at me as all three of the ghostfaces got closer.. Tara and Sam grabbing bricks and I got a missing piece of glass... hearing Tara yell.

"COME ON YOU MOTHERFUCKER"

She threw a brick at Ethan missing... laughed Sam was getting cornered by Quinn my ears was ringing.. "Aw kill them don't you wanna feel alive" my brother came up behind me... "your dead...Mickey..." he chuckled "come on kid I know that but what your seeing right now is fucking stupid reason to kill, I know you have it in you.. DONT FUCK IT UP!" He disappeared

Chuckling a bit as all of them looked at me... "what's so funny" Wayne held his holster.. "you know you guys motive is pretty fucking  shitty for some guy who didn't do much kills only let a 18 year old girl to do it.. let's not forget he gr00med amber. I don't blame Sam.. he probably had a small dick"

Running fast as I could slicing Ethan's sides. Sam punching Wayne and Tara fighting Ethan.. me and Sam went to the top of the theater, tara now climbing on the ladder... breaking "FUCK" I yelled Sam trying to hold Tara's hand "I ALWAYS WANTED TO STICK SOMETHING IN YOU TARA"

Hearing tara say something to her sister as she let her go.. I saw her stabbing Ethan in the throat.. "now die a fucking virgin". I CHEERED.. Sam looked at me "you got Quinn..." she picked up the gun and gave it too me.. "I'm ready..." she left to go fight Wayne ..

"So it's me and you.." Quinn walked in holding her knife her face covered in blood and a missing tooth " i thought we had something..." the girl laughed "you sure was easy to get but I really did feel the same but ya know the motives !"

My ears started to ring again Mickey came out again " FUCKING SHOOT HER FUCKING DO IT MAKE HER REGRET WHAT SHE DID" he left again

"Hey Quinn" she looked at me with a questionable face ... "yeah".   "Go to fucking hell" I shot her body now ex fell to the ground walking up to her..

"I thought we had something.."

"You were a bad girlfriend Quinn.." I shot her head.   

"You finally did it sis I'm proud of you" Mickey spoke.. "I know you had it in you !" He disappeared again.. walking out of the theater Mindy hugged me. "You ok" nodding and laughing at her question "yup!"   "Hey do you wanna like get some food later just us ?"

"is Mindy meeks Martin asking me out" she blushed and held me "maybeeee" kissing her cheek "I would love too"

We held hands as we left that hellhole that I'll never forget

—-

( I did. this at 2 am 🧍🧍)

[vyglitchcraft]

can i request og soap and roach x ftm reader fic ? if you dont do poly, either one is good =] i just wanna take care of them so bad, cuddle up to them, be their civilian house husband!! wanna smooch them when they come home on deployment, and talk about retirement with them. all the cutesy domestic stuff <33

Sure, let's do two separate short fics in one post instead

Welcome Home, Dear!

Chapter 1: John "Soap" Mactavish x civvy FTM!Reader

Chapter 2: Gary "Roach" Sanderson x civvy FTM!Reader

Content: fluff, SFW, brief mentions of funerals and death in Roach's part, yeah literally that's it. Talking about your future with Roach and taking care of Soap! Former 141 member!reader for Soap

Chapter 1

Soap

*chop* *chop* *chop*

You push the knife down one more time, cutting the fruits into bits before it's ready to cook. Music was playing in the background from a music station you randomly picked. You didn't focus on it at all, it was simply background music to you. A TV channel was on too, the war had ended a couple of weeks ago or at least that's when it was known to the public. You remembered in the newspaper, in the page where they showed the names who died in the war, his name was there but you didn't cry or anything, he always kept you up to speed, you were and forever will be part of 141 even if you've retired to be a househusband. He wasn't dead, almost died? Sure but not fully six feet under. He was wounded horribly and considering their last base was shot out by Makarov's men, it's best to stay hidden until they're sure every one of those bitches are rotting in hell.

And that brings you to today, it wasn't directly mentioned but "few corrections have been made" was stated on the new list, mostly ones who were MIA being found and John's name was discreetly taken out of the dead man's list.

You were cooking some apple pie, it was getting cold in the UK, not like it's always cold here. But baking was one of the ways you could warm up. Great thing about having a husband in war? You don't have to worry about someone else finishing your food. Mixing the chopped up apples into a pot with brown sugar and cinnamon to let them caramelize, you suddenly hear a knock on the door. You quickly unlocked it and yelled for the visitor to come inside, you can't take your eyes away from the cooking after all.

All of the sudden, two large yet familiar hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. John pressed his forehead to your head, resting and leaning against you. You could feel how tired he was. "Oi, you shouldn't just surprise me like that! I could've clocked you ya know?" You leaned back, your shoulders to his chest. "Aye, i would like to see you try" a soft yet tired laugh coming from John.

You sighed, filling the pie crust up and quickly putting it in the oven all while handling the weight of your husband leaning against you. "John...johnny...you can't sleep like this you know? Why don't you take a bath first? I already prepared it for myself but i can always take a bath later" humming something under your breath, you were strong enough to carry John via piggyback ride and carry him into the bathroom. "Ya know, you don't have to help me with everything..." He moved your hand away as soon as you reached for his gear to help him get out of it "nonsense! You're tired, i haven't seen you for...almost a year, just let me take care of it okay?" Knowing how stubborn you can be, he gave up with a soft sigh, letting you take his gear off and cleaning it up. Taking out all the random brass casings, pens, scraps, shrapnel and even stitching it up before throwing it into the washing machine with all of his other clothes.

Seeing him melt into the tub made your heart warm up, he looked so calm and in peace. You dipped your hand into the water and used it to wipe the grime off his face. "Oh fuck, your hair is all oily...and...Shit, that looks horrible, i'll bandage it up after you bathe...ugh that bruise too and what happened here? It's healed but...Jesus Christ what happened?" You were staring at his newly acquired scars and wounds that you didn't remember him having before.

Soap noticed how concerned you are and softly held your hand "i promise, i'm fine, just another flesh wound right? You survived a hail of bullets and you're fine, i'm not as resilient as you but i can take a couple of hits before dropping"

"Oh shut it, you're way more resilient" a playful punch to his shoulder and a kiss on the forehead from him was all that you need to lighten up the mood.

Squeezing some shampoo on your hand, you ran it through his mohawk "i still can't believe it, they let you get away with this haircut" rubbing the shampoo into his scalp, he leaned into your soft and gentle touches. The water ran black from all the dirt he managed to soak up from the battlefield. Finishing up, you hand him a towel and fetch your med kit from under the sink. Letting John dry off, you soaked some cotton with iodine, it soaked through the cotton pad and stained your fingers but that's fine for you, you were in a rush after all, don't want your husband to get all infected. Pressing the iodine soaked cotton onto his wounds and soon after you stitch him up. As expected, no reaction came from him, he looks relaxed rather than tense like you when Soap had to stitch you up after your chopper got shot down. You were cowering from the needle and here Johnny seems to enjoy this, it feels therapeutic to him.

After finishing up his stitches and Soap getting dressed, you held his hand and guided him into the dining room, serving him some food "i know you're baking a pie, ya can't hide it away from me ya know?" you hushed him and pouted "i'm making sure it lasts longer than 10 minutes, you never leave a slice for me" Soap laughed and pets your head "what can i say? Your cooking is the best, better than any MRE that I've tasted" you scoffed and rolled your eyes "oh please, anything is better than MREs, a can of paint tastes better than MREs"

He only chuckled and started to eat, you already ate before he went home so you only watched. You're still confused how he eats so damn fast, at this point he's just trying to get to the desert as fast as possible. "Fuckin...hoover, fine i'll bring the pie but you better not finish all of it!"

"Fine i'll finish half"

"That's still too much!"

He helped you get the pie out of the oven and you started to cut it into slices. You always wanted to have this life and now you have it, you didn't know what you did to get a life this perfect but you're not complaining. Just making sure to make the most out of the little amount of time you got before Soap gets sent into another mission

Chapter 2

Roach

(Using his MW19 design because i don't wanna use the same pic over and over again...)

You were waiting patiently on the couch, the TV acting as a white noise generator. Your boyfriend should be home by six but it's been an hour and he still isn't home. Maybe he's dead, Ghost told you that the mission with Shepherd didn't really end well but you don't know what he means by that.

You heard a knock suddenly and the door quickly getting unlocked. You were laying down on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, not paying attention to the noise coming from the door. You were pissed. Pissed at your boyfriend. For all you know, he could be dead. And what if he died? You could just move on right? It's not like you've been with this man for three years straight.

That's when you suddenly saw Gary, leaning against the couch, softly looking at you. He was covered in bandages, some part of his body was burnt but you were just glad he was alive. You quickly shot up and sat up, your palm against his masked face. "Bug...you're alive..." He smiled and nodded. "I. Love. You" he signed. You nodded as well "yeah i...i love you too"

He hopped over the back of the couch and sat down next to you. Without a thought, you hugged him. "Did you think of me when you were deployed?"

"Every damn moment...i thought about coming home to you" he replied.

You kissed him on the lips, you didn't care that he was still masked and in full gear, you didn't care that you could taste blood and dirt on him, he was here and that was all you needed.

"I thought about you as well...i thought about our future..."

He tilted his head, curious.

"Retirement..." You continued. Gary laughed when he heard that. It was so sweet and a stark difference compared to the absolute hell that he just experienced. Pressing your face into his chest, he ran his fingers through his lover's hair. You could feel his breathing, he was relaxed, soft breaths as his heart rate slowed down knowing he was finally safe at his home with you in his arms.

"Go on, continue, tell me everything"

"I think...we should live somewhere quiet, you always hated the city. You are always overstimulated when you're surrounded by so many people...let's hide away...together...get away from war and fighting. Let's go somewhere only we know"

He leaned back sighing, thinking about the things you just said. It would be amazing, so so amazing. The thought of spending his final days with you and you alone is nothing but heaven to him. He would stop worrying about all of this SAS bullshit with Makarov and Shepherd, just you and him.

"Will we have kids?"

"Hmm...yeah...i could imagine us having a family...one girl one boy...the girl is named Nina and the boy named Jackson"

You two laughed at the thought. Imagining Roach as a father was so...odd but adorable. Your children would have Simon, Johnny, and Price as uncles and imagining THEM hanging around children was hilarious. The things they'll do. Oh to see Simon trying to be all soft and family friendly would be amazing.

"Our wedding, what will it look like?" You asked Gary, holding his hand softly as you looked at the engagement ring that he gave to you before he was deployed.

"At the beach would be good, i want to watch the sunset with you. Decor, flowers, everything else is up to you, just having you by my side forever is enough for me. We can even skip the ceremony. I don't mind" you looked up at him, watching him sign his ideas out. "What do you think i should wear?"

Gary hummed, thinking about it "how about a nice suit...or a dress, your choice...or maybe i can wear the dress?" You saw his idea and laughed "we should make your team into the bridesmaids, imagine Price in a dress" you added and Gary bursts out laughing. "Ghost in a white dress, still wearing his mask and sunglasses"

"OH GOD don't put that image into my head...you're so...precious you...little bug"

You two slowly calmed down. "But anyway...i already have my vows ready...and i think we should stop thinking about our future, let's focus on the present, what do you want for dinner? Or what do you wanna do in general?"

"Let me have you in my arms for another minute, i missed you, you know? I don't think i can handle being deployed again if it means i'll spend another minute without you being near me"

[narrators-journal]

tumblr gave me an error last time so im gonna try again bc im adamant. can i have boyfriend rights and get you to write me a self indulgent tooth rotting fluff vash one shot pwease... u can make it reader... or use addy.... if you dont wanna look into trigun lore outside of vash you can make it reverse isekai bc i think vash deserves a break.... ok wuv you kissa you so sweetly

So! I have never seen more than a tiktok of Vash the stampede, so I know NOTHING of this show and won't write for it again. But, you have boyfriend rights and I have an inkling of Vash's personality, so enjoy my best attempt at some fluff to cheer you up, honeybee <3

Sometimes the universe revealed some wild abilities, like an extinct animal evolving back into existence, or some scarily lethal toxins. Whether it was a nice surprise or a bad one, the world still had a few tricks up her sleeve it seemed. Which, was how you somehow ended up with a tall, lanky, traumatized goofball as a new roommate and flirting buddy.

Vash really was a marvel of the world, something of a 8th wonder due to being an anime character come to reality. And, despite coming from a sci-fi, dystopian tale, he was nowhere near as sharp-edged and blood-thirsty as the movies you'd seen would lead someone to believe.

Instead, Vash was as careful with everything as a giant with the worlds most delicate china. Ever since staying with you, he'd proven to be a whole-hearted pacifist. From you, to a deer you got the pleasure of watching headbutt him in the gut and toss the metal-armed man into the air, the blonde didn't even raise his voice, let alone put a harmful finger on anyone or anything.

Despite every horrid thing you'd read of this man going through in his manga, he had a kindness that warmed your heart every time you saw it. So, you wanted to return that favor and give him some source of low-effort joy of his own. One that he couldn't argue he'd accidentally hurt with his metal arm's strength or lose with his bad luck.

Which, is why you hauled home a tank, decoration, and a fish.           "Hey! Vash!" You called once you walked through your front door, your roomie soon emerging from the spare room he had claimed as his own.           "Uh, there something you need?" He asked, jumping to help you carry in the fish tank before you could even ask. As eager to be of use as ever.

But, you weren't going to complain. Vash could haul in the hefty glass tank and stand as if they were little more than loaves of bread, and all you had to do was give him the order and he was off to fetch you whatever you needed for the assembly or tank set up. It made getting everything together a far easier task than if you had to do it yourself.

      "So, who's the fish for? I always took you as a cat or a dog person." The blonde asked when you finally put the fish in. And before you answered, you took a moment to see the simple glee in the scarred man's face while he watched the colorful creature swim around, taking it as a sign that this was a good idea. "It's actually for you, hon. So you can have something to take care of and keep you company." At that, the tall man shot up, his eyes suddenly wide with horror, "What?! But what if I mess it up? I could kill this little guy after you spent all this money on him?!"

You shook your head at the argument, simply smiling at him, "Come on, Vash. You stay home all day worrying and fretting over me while I'm at work, you deserve a little friend to help keep you calmer." You explained, making the tall man squirm as if your kind gesture physically hurt him. "I really don't deserve this consideration..." "Well I insist! You don't do anything for yourself, so I did something for you. You can name them whatever you want, enjoy your fish." Upon your insistence, Vash did back down, but you could still see the uncertainty in his eyes.

However, you didn't comment on it and simply went on to make yourself some lunch. You left Vash with his fish and only peeked into the living room now and then to see him just watching the colorful creature with the interest of a child watching saturday cartoons.

[kitkatnerds3]

BSD S5 EP 9

I have not finished the episode yet but I've just gotten to the Fukufuku backstory (specifically the part where they just met and its night and they're lying on the floor together) and, these two are fucking dark timeline Renga from sk8! 'The way of the sword is enjoyable!' and 'I'm going to master the sword alongside you' vs 'skating is fun!' and 'I want to skate with you infinitely' I swear Fukuchi even did the same hand movement that Reki did at some point. Energetic sunshine (at least at the moment) x calm and collected. I am getting such strong Renga vibes from that scene and it's driving me insane.

OK I JUST WATCHED TWO (2) SECONDS FURTHER AND NOW WE'RE IN A FUCKING SHOJO ANIME! BONES LOVES OLD MAN YAOI SO MUCH! THIS IS SO GAY! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CHERRY BLOSSOMS!!? A CHERRY BLOSSOM PETAL IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART JUST FELL INTO FUKUZAWAS SAKE(?) AND THEN BROKE INTO TWO. THEY'RE NOT EVEN BEING SUBTLE WITH THE 'THIS (ROMANTIC) RELATIONSHIP IS ABOUT TO GO O SHIT' -NESS

DONT DO SYMBOLISM WITH THE FUCKING BIRDS YOU DUMB SHOW! I SEE WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING DOING! For context, they were having a conversation but the focus was on these two egrets? herons? anyways, and then one of them just flew off when Fukuchi said that he was gonna be promoted and sent to the battlefield , which is what separated these two. I'm going to die, I'm not entirely sure why but I am. /pos

Fuck it, I'm committing to the live blog. enjoy seeing my live uncut reactions folks!

The animation is so pretty bro, bones adores their old man yaoi.

Ok, old man yaoi backstory is over , and before I move on to the next thing I just wanna say, young Fukuzawa was so fucking cute! He was an old man even when he was a baby! he was adorable! and honestly so was Fukuchi! I'm very sad that he became the way he is now, war really does stuff to people, huh?

Ok I'm a little bit confused, I didn't realize that he had told that United Nations guy the half-truth. But whatever, that's on me I guess.

OK! JESUS FUCK THE MORE I HERE ABOUT THE WAR THE WORSE IT GETS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SOLDIERS HAD TO EAT EACHOTHER AND WERE SHOT FOR TRYING TO DESERT! MAYBE I SHOUD HAVE EXPECTED THAT IT IS WAR BUT JESUS CHRIST!

God, Fukufuku are so gay. I know that stabbing someone isn't exactly romantic but he Fukuzawa did the thing where you grab onto the other persons clothes and after Fukuchi stabbed him his head ended up resting on his chest. This is PEAK romantic tradgedy.

Teruko, I love you. She looks so pretty and she is so hecking smart and I just adore her. She let Atsushi go! Woohoo!! Also, Atsushi's hallucinations are really coming in full force, huh? He is seeing so many people.

Dazai and Sigma are so silly, I love them, Dazai stop flirting for two fucking seconds challenge. Also, it's fun to hear that Dazai is screwing around with Sigma while thinking of Kunikida! Truly every ship is being fed this season! Except sskk, but we did get Aku in Atsushi's hallucinations doing a thing so that's kinda a win for the gays!

Wow! What a nice elevator! I'm sure nothing bad will happen here!

Oh catgirl, you left us too soon.

I must say, I don't really have much to say on the Meursault section. It was good! The animation was great as it usually is for the Meursault sections, Sigma was so pretty I love him and! Dazai did the thing where he played with Sigma's hair! Woo! Fyodor was his usual level of kinda ugly in anime form, Dazai is showing emotions! more of the sillies, Dazai fucking stood on Sigma, which is delightful, aaaaaaand it's started to flood! Fuck!

Anyways, back to the very start of this episode before I was overcome by the homosexual-ness of Fukufuku, Aya Bram Kunikida and Tanizaki got yoinked! Fuck! I still have a theory that Tanizaki could be doing an illusion and I will make a post about it one day. And also, please excuse me for saying this because while I am still upset about Ranpo being hurt... watching Fukuchi pick him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat was kinda hilarious. Also, Teruko I love you. You're the only hunting dog that heard about Fukuchi's real identity and didn't immediately die. Girlboss fr. Also also, where are Lucy Kyouka and Yosano :D? W-where did they go? Asagiri please I need to see my girls.

And to once again revisit the old gays, Holy Shit that was so gay. Nobody told me that the Fukufuku backstory was a Sports Anime tm that turned into a war drama in the second season! I knew we said they were divorced but I never realized just how married they were before the separation! Wow! Fukuzawa smiled so softly at Fukuchi! They were such sweet kids! Aagh!

This was a good episode! I liked this! Excited for next Wungo Wednesday!

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

So I’m not sure if this counts as an update or not, but a few days ago there was some minor speculation on Reddit involving Amazon. The first season is available to buy on prime, but it also says “get current episodes now and future ones when available” if you purchase a TV pass. Could this mean that Amazon might have the rights to season two soon? I had a look at some other series and I couldn’t find one that has this line about “future episodes” with a TV pass. Interestingly, the post discussing this has now been deleted on Reddit. This obviously could all be nothing, but do you think this is something to be cautiously optimistic about? Or have I just reached peak cancellation brain? (Feel free not to reply if you think this is absolutely nothing btw)

Ooooo, interesting. Hey I'm always down to speculate and clown. My clown shoes have been squeaking at me in the corner waiting for something juicy to happen.

Do we know if that particular thing that's happening is for a country other than the US? I ask because I tried heading over to prime video (logged in and logged out) and couldn't get it to give me that option. It does give me the option to subscribe to max which is available in the US but not in a lot of other countries... but I have heard several people mention that it's purchasable from amazon in order countries. Trying to remember who that is now, maybe Germany? I did try looking for the that post too and no luck, like you said it was deleted. Are you able to see the amazon thing Anon? If so would you be so kind as so send me some screen shots and what country you're in (dont need more deets than that, just wanna confirm my theory)? In regards to your question "do you think this is something to be cautiously optimistic about?" I mean, without knowing more information (and at least seeing it) I wouldn't be able to really make a sound judgement on it. Although if you've read my posts, I love being cautiously optimistic in general, so do whatever gets you through the day! Sorry that's not much help... if you have more please please send it my way (I've done quality assurance for years and I love to test things and see if I can make them break and figure out why they might happen -- it could be as simple as a glitch! who knows!).

I do feel like right now we're doing so much, and the UK launch seems to be going well-- so even if the amazon thing isn't a thing to clown about, I think cautious optimism is in the wind after today with all the events happening at once! (Wee John Monday, UK Launch, Rhys Cameos, etc)

Anyway, sorry, not much help there! But I hope you have a good one anon, and I'm sending renewal optimism and love your way! <3<3<3

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Heyyy! Do you know that fanfic you made, the voicemail one? Could you possibly do something similar... Could you make a trevor x reader fanfic where they are sexting, but Trevor is wearing a leather jacket (leather kink...???) and they send pictures which escalates to calling and masturbating together? IK IF THIS IS TOO MUCH BUT I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE DO THIS WITH TREVOR AND I'M DYING COS OF ITTTT

---A/N: omg this is such a hot idea im crying

Summary: You haven't heard from him in weeks until he returns to you... With some unfinished pictures.

TW: Sexting, smut.

Your phone buzzed from the pillow beside you. An attachment link from Trevor, one of your contacts. Knowing him for a couple of months through mutual friends, you’d experience a few flirty exchanges; nothing serious, so you’d expect a picture of a dead animal or other gruesome findings. When your thumb pressed open, your brain was fogged out and your mouth dropped open.

He sent a picture of his crotch area. Underwear exposed and the bulging boner he was having from under it. His jeans were loose and wrapped around his thigh. There was no caption, just this photo.

‘I think you sent this to the wrong person’ You quickly typed.

The status turned from ‘delivered’ to ‘seen’ within a second. You grew anxious.

‘?? I have? No I dont think so ;)’ Trevor responded.

You felt a lump in your throat. Maybe you’ve been risky before and invited him over for one night, but that was weeks ago. You automatically thought he was a one time server.

‘Want more?’ He soon typed after you failed to reply.

You didn’t even have to answer as the next attachment photo was a mirror shot. Trevor stood there, hand holding his large boner, jeans gone and shirt nowhere to be found… Instead, he wore a black leather jacket that sat around his exposed chest so attractively. He was smirking widely in this photo, staring at his phone while the shot was being taken. The feelings you were developing as you deep dived into this fantasy… Your lower stomach tingled and grew oddly warm.

‘I wanna see you now’ Another message came through.

Obeying his wish, you went shirtless and lied down on the bed, taking a picture of your breasts (knowing how feral he’d get when seeing them). Your finger pressed ‘send’ and, as expected, it was viewed right away. Biting your lip, he began typing back again.

‘Fck, so sexy. I’m so horny for u rn’ Trevor answered.

Your cheeks grew red and your surroundings began blurring. You had gotten so needy and aroused after his mirror shot. Your fingers weakly tapped the bright phone screen.

‘More mirror pics’ You begged. Your tone was obvious, even through texting.

‘u want more, sugar? Hmmmmmm, now ur talking’

Trevor took no less than a minute. Another picture came through. A picture that entrapped you in a world of lust and wetness.

Trevor’s angle had completely changed since the mirror. He was stood in his room, phone directing at his penis from his head height. The Birdseye view of his toned muscle lines and abs that peeked through the opened leather jacket, the lining ending with his throbbing cock that was erected. His veiny and red hands was groping the erection, pre-cum already exposing from the tip.

You stared at his nudes, one of your hands trailing from your breasts to underneath your panties. You observed his picture while imagining ungodly things. You dreamed of being fucked by Trevor, wearing nothing but the leather jacket. You wanted his masculine and dirty hands to suffocate your airway while he destroys your insides. You needed to feel the friction of his leather jacket against your sensitive skin. Unknowingly, you began circulating a finger across your pussy, gasping for air at the thought of your fantasy. Then Trevor’s notification interrupted your mindless wonders.

‘u better not be touching urself. Not until I tell u to, sugar’

You were desperate for him. His demanding orders. You could almost hear him.

‘Send a body shot. I need to see more of u’ He typed again.

With the opportunity of taking pictures of you masturbating, you sent him 2. One of your finger and pussy, another of your breasts and chest. Your stomach ached for him. Growing excited and dangerous, you were desperate to see his reaction of you touching yourself, especially when he ordered you not to.

Trevor viewed both and spent several seconds absent from the chat. You whimpered. A few moments later, his contact picture showed up. It was a phone call. Your heartbeat increased 10x faster.

You pressed ‘accept’.

“You have NO idea what you just did to me.” Trevor heavily breathed, “If you are going to fuck yourself, baby, I need to hear. Don’t fuck around with me like that.”

You whined loudly and he laughed.

“So needy for my cock, aren’t you?” He teased.

“Fuck, Trevor… Please.”

“Please what, sugar?”

“I wanna hear you too.” You whispered lowly.

The line muffled as Trevor could be heard moving around, thumping from one sound to another. You took this time to carry on rubbing your pounding sex.

“You wanna hear me, huh, baby?” He soon whispered, “You wanna hear how horny I am for you?”

“Yes.” You begged.

“Louder.”

“Fuck- PLEASE!” Pleading and moaning throughout the thrush of heat and sweat.

Trevor groaned at your whines, “So good, baby…”

You could hear his hand clamp tightly around his cock, shifting up and down, the skin slapping together. His breathing was erratic and hyper.

“Fuck, baby.”

You pathetically pictured Trevor’s fingers exploiting your clit, rubbing and burning the desperation. You forced two of your fingers in and moaned, unable to think clearly due to your corrupted headspace.

“Trevor,” You panted.

He increased his speed. His phone was struggling to pick up every sound as he was rapid. Yet, it picked out one sound that destroyed you. As Trevor would whimper then and there, the background noise of his leather jacket rustling and rubbing together, the silver chained zips hitting a hard surface as he masturbates. You exploded with horrendous horniness.

“FUCK, TREVOR-“

Your climax evolved the second you heard the sound of his whines and his leather clothing. The awakening of your momentary arousal died down, breathing for air like you were drowning in the ocean.

“Shit, fuck! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” Trevor wailed.

His animistic growls was interrupted when the line grew quiet and calm. He returned to the phone, gulping at the speciality of his orgasm.

“Can I come over?” He simply asked, out of breathe.

You smiled willingly.

“Please do.”

[thekuraning]

Could I please have 7, 9, 16, 24 and 27 for the fic writer ask? 💙

HFDUAIGHRQHG WOW THATS SO MANY thank you aria!!!!

as always... kura talk lots.... read more time!

7. your preferred writing fonts

For the longest time it was Arial, then basically from Covid lockdowns to maybe about a year ago I was a Comic Sans truther. But recently I've been using Optima and Trebuchet! There is something very delightfully round about them... they are soft like bunnies.... Bonus points, they're a bit of larger, thicker fonts, which makes is much easier for me to read. I have no idea if I'm dyslexic because I've never been tested but reading--while fun and one of my favorite pass-times--is like. So hard. And it feels like the longer I've been out of Lit classes the harder and harder reading gets. :') I've got a mountain of fics and books I'd like to read but it takes a lot of energy to keep track of what line im on that i gotta save it all up for writing... ive had city of dogs open in a tab for like months now bro i just wanna read.... TAT

But yeah I love me them thicker rounder weighted sort of fonts.

9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

so the last finished one-shot i posted was Who We Don't Expect to See, which took probably about six months to a year wrestling to get the dialogue to behave. The last complete multi-chapter fic was the Baristsa on Autumnal Avenue, which took about nine months!

As for unfinished works, I'm expecting Maelstrom to probably take another year , maybe year and a half at this pace! Ideally, I'd love to have it done by December which would mean a year and two months total, but we'll have to see thinking emoji

16. favorite place to write

I'm usually either at my desk in my office or on my couch lol and that's just a question of whether I feel more like writing on my desktop or my laptop! But since I started back at my local community college, I've found INSANE productivity at the campus cafe!! I don't know what it is, but as soon as my ass is sitting at the table with a coffee I'm like fucking sonic the hedgehog the way I start pumping chapters out. Probably about 80% of Maelstrom fic's been written in that little cafe!!

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

banging my head against the wall until im creative again :( or until i knock myself out, whichever comes first

actually lol I spend a lot of my recharge time watching youtube or playing video games. I'm big into Splatoon and Phasmophobia! I used to be really into Fall Guys until Epic bought the game out. but mostly it's just youtube these days lolll cause once im out of creative juice thats like. it. my energy's gone and i tend to spiral, so I'll end up just snuggling my kitty and watching gamegrumps or something (i dont know why, he just really likes watching game grumps)

>:( we used to watch a lot of netflix together too but since they cracked down on account sharing and my parents managed the family account we can only get in on the desktop now... how are we supposed to snuggle like this!!! cozy kitty economy is in shambles smdh

27. your favorite part of the writing process

answered over here winky kissy face emoji

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6, 9, 18 for writer asks !!!!!!!!!!!

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

HELP see this is such a hard question because I tend to smack out at least a few sentences for any given idea as soon as I have it, so technically all the fics on my list I've already started. Imma go with the little mermaid Varian au because I did technically start writing it already but just barely, so it doesn't count

9. Short term goals... what do you hope to complete this week or in January?

hnnnnnng it's nowhere near ready to post but I'd like to bang out a few thousand words of the next juicebox fic, maybe start prepping ahead on some of the later fics in the series. Off the top of my head I'm not really expecting to post anything else this month cause I'm still regaining feeling in my fingers after finishing the atla au but I wanna play with my blorbos behind the scenes still

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting?

OKAY SO FUN FACT. I TYPICALLY DONT WRITE MULTICHAPTER FICS AT ALL. I used to get VERY in my head about it because I was so worried about starting something I couldn't finish, so I would only write one shots or the occasional two chapter fic, in which case I would make sure both chapters were finished before I posted them. And then last April I thought "this is kind of an intense and unnecessary standard to hold myself to, I should work on that" and started writing something less quantifiable specifically because I had no plans for it to go anywhere, so it was literally created as exposure therapy for me to write it and abandon it to prove to myself the world would not end if I didn't finish a fic

AND THEN. I ACCIDENTALLY GOT REALLY INVESTED IN IT AND KEPT WRITING MORE so now it's exposure therapy for me remembering that fics will always be there to come back to and it's okay to take your time on them

This got long anyways point is i still write mostly oneshots but when I do post multi chapters I generally just post the chapters as soon as I finish, which means sometimes 3 or 4 updates in one week and sometimes months between each one. This will probably not change any time soon or ever