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[fzrticv]

Fizz be the hypocrite calling Blitzo out for not visitng his sister, while they themself haven’t seen her in ages - their excuse? ‘ain’t like she is mine twin’

Barbie is also a bit in a grey area, we don’t know if they were close or not. Can go with the argument that Fizz tried keeping contact wiht her, it just - gotten to difficult to deal with once she become a alcholic and his job just didn’t allowed to have time anymore.

My Fizz would go say that he is done with the Buckzo fam, and like - in his head they mean it.

As mention the last two days, I do go with the hc cash mistreted Fizz too, at least to some extened.

Blitzo there is whole ass heartbreacking backstory that just changed Fizz as a whole.

They are just, done, getting dragged down by this whole familie. And don’t expect to come any good letting them back in again. Even thoug they serectly still care, as they don’t want Blitz death - they just don’t want him to be part of their life anymore.

They feel a bit guilty, but more cause of Tilla, she be sadden to see that all happend they are sure.

And lookign at it, Blitzo showing up in there life again, seems to spawn trouble sonnish.

[mxrivicgb]

ty for ur requests <3

i was out of ideas completely 😭

i did the newjeans asap one already :)

here

ty again ur always sending ideas i appreciate it so much 🩷🩷

Your welcome ! 🤍

[snowsinterlude]

fucking sit on it.

c.w: face sitting, pussy eating, friends with benefits, modern c. snow, petnames (snow calls reader 'darling', 'good girl' and 'doll'), slight mention to a blowjob

your best friend, coriolanus snow and you, have been keeping secrets from everyone about your relationship.

fine, it started as a joke, but who would know he fucks you so good that you can't help but ignore every boy that flirts with you?

and god, coryo is such a mess when he gets to eat you out, is like he can't help it. he can't stand the sight of your bare pussy without burying his face in it. and is so good, he does it like he is a starved man and god knows how much you came on his mouth and fingers. he's addicted to the feeling of your warm pussy on his tongue, he loves the way you wet his face entirely, your scent on his nose making him crazy and fuck, that nose would be the death of you.

you, with your sensitive clit against his nose as he eats you out. you, who can't help but roll your eyes to the back of your skull from the plasure you feel on his skilled tongue.

and, to your surprise (that's irony), he wanted you to sit on his face. more than anything.

"just sit on it. it's not like you don't want it too." he purred, his lips on your neck and his hands on your waist as he placed the sweetest kisses on your skin

and he convinced you. the next time you both were on bed, you were hovering on his face, never letting your full weight down. and boy, he couldn't have it. "darling," he called, his hands on your thighs as you prevented yourself from fully sitting on his face, his nose only mere inches of your clit.

"yes?" you asked, voice filled with the fear of ending up hurting him with your weight.

"why aren't you sitting?"

"i don't wanna hurt you, coryo." you said, still hovering.

"oh, how sweet" he said, chuckling. "but when i tell you to sit on my face, i need you to fully sit on it. don't put just 10% of your body weight down." his eyes bored into yours, kissing your inner thigh. "fucking sit on it."

"but-" you were interrupted.

"no but's. i need you to sit on my face, doll. be a good girl and just do it, okay? the rest is up to me." he said. and god, it felt so good. the way he knew just how to do it as you sat on his face, your hips rolling back and forth in his face as he devoted his entire being to suck you, to pleasure you. it felt incredible. especially when his nose was grinding deliciously against your clit, and he knew just how to do it.

it felt like he was starving, like he needed you to suffocate him for him to cum. and you did cum two times on his face, legs still trembling as he placed kisses on your inner thighs.

"see? it wasn't that hard." he said, kissing your lips as you tasted yourself on them.

"now, be a doll and suck your best friend's dick as a payment, okay?" and you did, happily fitting his eight inches into your mouth.

[bluurbed]

Eddie Munson headcanons

Sorry if this is terrible, never written on here before. Alsoo..please do come with suggestions, i do everything. OOh also i write for Eddie, Billy and Steve okii..!

He hates morning time.

Only Owns like 4 pairs of jeans. All black

His guilty plasure song is 100% 'brother louie by Modern talking'

His favorite animal is a duck...but he'd never admit it

He always brings Snacks to hellfire

Suprisingly clean and hygienic

Hates reading. He finds it very boring

loves hugs

His favorite thing to eat at lunch is Toast

He walks very cutely. Like a little waddle

Has little secret dance parties by himself in his room, blasting music and dancing while Wayne is out

Actually a good cook

Loves home made things

Really likes the sound of other languages like Norwegian, Finnish, Icelandic. Ones you don't hear often

Has never been on vacation

Deep down misses his father

Loves going to the lake and sitting there. Smoking a joint, looking out onto the lake, just by himself

Doesn't like horror movies (they scare him)

Loves being himself, and says what he means (with slight filter)

His legs slightly point inwards when he walks

He really likes hellfire club, it's one of his greatest accomplishments

his favorite color is Red

Suprisingly good at art. But his handwriting is unreadable

100% has a savings account

His dream dog is a Newfoundlander

When he doesn't find conversations interesting, he just walks away. But he always just says "sorry, i'm not interested in this"

Thank you that was all!

please leave requests for anything. Headcanons, blurbs, onshots, i do smuts too

[fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme]

Because my braincell was braincelling rn I decided to have some fun with Law being german.

That man deserves to have some guilty plasure playlist with german songs that he sings along, knowing nobody will understand him (except Brook)

(Note: I am not that into german music and this is mainly stuff I listen to as well, so if you have things to add be my guest)

So here goes:

He definetly would love Die Ärzte. For their music and their name.

That one reminds him of Corazon

That one is pretty self explaining but when he meets Luffy he makes it his themesong in his head.

This is just for fun

This is his song for Kid (even tho its actually an anti-nazi song)

Thats also an song that reminds him of Corazon

This is some miscellaneous stuff

I would link some more stuff but well there's a limit. But that's a glimpse into some of the stuff I think he'd listen to.

Of course its mostly stuff from alt bands but also some Neue Deutsche Welle (only if he's drunk).

[lifeisaseashell]

"So i take plasure in the details, you know?"

[anadelaney79]

Healing

Summary: Tom is back to boxing, and you are not very sure about it

Pairing: Tom Hardy x Reader

Words: 758

Warnings: Sex (p in v), oral (m to f), some roughness (hair pulling and stuff!) Language

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language. And I realize I have a thing about this man putting me against a wall.

Title: Healing

You open his robe quietly. His eyes are on yours, following every move, every blink. You place your hands softly on his fury chest, and trace a path up to his shoulders, following to his arms, taking the robe down as you do so. His breathing is heavy but he's calm. At least that's what he looks like. You meet his gaze with your eyes. His gorgeous face is rosy, and his left cheekbone is somewhat swollen. Your fingertips caress the skin so gently that you don't even think you're touching it.

"It doesn't hurt", he whispers, his voice so deep that echoes shakes through your body.

You let your arms fall to your sides and look into his eyes. The room is so silent you can even hear some car starting his engine down the street.

"Your hand it's not ok. I'll help you take a bath. Take off your pants", you say breaking the eye contact, ". You turn on the water in the bathtub. He's completely naked when you turn around. His hairy chest goes up and down as he fills his lungs with air. His tummy is firm as a rock, and in between his massive thighs his manhood waits, hard under a silken cloak.

"I know you're doing what you love. It's just... I hate to see you in pain", you murmur, your voice breaking.

"I'm not in pain", he answers immediately, closing the space between you and him.

"Yes you are! Look at this..." you touch the drop of blood that drips from his eyebrow. "Jiu jitsu was one thing, but boxing... I can't..." You feel tears coming up so you close your eyes. You don't want to cry. You feel his hands on the sides of your neck, while his thumbs caress your cheeks. Your eyes are still close. "I'm not in pain...", he whispers again, this time over your mouth, and lifts you face. "Look at me", he commands. "I know how you feel". His hands goes from your neck to your shoulders, sliding the straps of your light summer dress. His fingers caress your nipples as he lets out a satisfied groan. He is down on his knees when he pulls down your panties, his hands run up your thighs, forcing you to spread them apart, and his tongue assaults your clit in one motion. Your hands goes through his already messy hair, still wet with the sweat from the fight.

He licks and kisses mercilessly, as if he had been holding back until that moment. "Tom…" you moan his name as he pulls one of your legs up onto his shoulder. You feel his thirst, his need, his desire to say everything without words. His tongue rolls around in your wetness, licks his lips and starts again in an endless swing. You arch your spine against the tiles as your body starts to tremble and an intense orgasm crosses throught your whole body.

Maybe it was the intense plasure of your recent orgasm, or maybe it was the adrenaline contained in both of you, but something feels different. He stands up and grabs your hair, forcing you to face the tiled wall. He spread your legs from behind with his knee, and pulls your hair again. You throw your head back, and while his other hand tightens on your throat he enters in your body with a single thrust. "Tell me what you want...", he moans in your ear. You are unable to form a single thought and just gasp, leting all the air in your lungs out of your mouth. He moves hard and fast, and you concentrate in the sound of his body slamming against yours. Skin to skin, the sweat of both mixed with the steam of the warm water that fills the bathtub. He stops moving and slaps your butt so hard that you feel your skin in flames immediately. "Fuck yourself on my cock", he orders. You arch your back and open your legs a little bit more, and you start moving at the same pase he was before.

"You wanna know what I think while I'm fighting up there?", he growls as he leans closer to you, placing both hands at your sides on the tile wall. You keep moving like your life depends on it. "No, shut up", you answer. He chuckles and lowers one of his hands between your legs, caressing your clitoris in a perfect mix of softness and desperation. "I think that the other man on the ringside wants to fuck you"... His whole body is against your back, his fingers moving on your humidity, your orgasm so close that your moves are erratic. "So... yes... believe you me. I am fine up there. The one who's in danger is the other one"

[louissatturi]

Hey 2ha stans, a question about the universe

I am in the first volume pretty early one (4th chapther) and i am confused with this passage about mo ran

"He'd gotten by working odd Jobs at a plasure house in Xiangtan. Only when he was fourteen had he been found by his relatives to shisheng peak"

Did mo ran did sex work our is it just my english bad? Like i did not understand it??? Did he like washed dishes ? Made lube? Wtf he did to earn money?

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[exitwound]

(washing the dishes for you) my plasure :)

[trigun-floopers]

Set Shenanigans

During a break from the space needle fight, Nai is rehydrating next to Carl, one of the camera operators. It had been a long day and he makes the mistake of yawning and stretching.

As he lifts his arms, Meryl rushes into his midriff, aggressively snuggling his right ribs with her cheek. Nicholas also appears out of nowhere and barrels into the other side, clutching Nai's left leg. Vash jumps him from behind, hugging his neck, trying to fit his leg amongst the rest of the limbs.

Carl purses his lips, trying not to overtly take plasure in Nai's sudden predicament.

Nai lifts his face toward the ceiling and closes his eyes in a pained expression. "I do love working with them, I swear. But sometimes there are-" he looks for a place to gingerly put down the bottle he was holding before flinching and dropping it- "unfortunate side effects."

After releasing a long sigh, he snaps, "Nick, Mer! Stop grabbing my ass. Vash, hands off the nips, please!"

They start to chirp and call back in the Nemo Seagull mantra, "Mine, mine, mine, mine..."

Carl snorts.