#pleeeeeease just shut up

[olivescardigans]

one thing I do not understand is why people on twitter insist on talking about how bad they think the Harry Potter series is now that they all hate JKR. the one I see the most often is “I can't believe she sad XYZ about the other wizard school she’s suuuucchhh a bad writer” its like they can't wrap their heads around the fact that a book series written over the course of over two decades by one person is gonna have some inconsistencies about minor storytelling details. why does it matter! just admit you can’t let it go!! stop talking about it!! go outside!!!

[1ovestay]

twt was working for me on desktop and i made a list for my tl n it was all finally working so i tweeted that everything was fine for me cuz im gods little favourite but i shouldnt have opened my mouth

[tojirights]

Ong your Alastor showing you off to Vox one was so😍😍🤤🤤

Can you make do an enemies to lovers? Like how maybe Alastor’s been possessive of you and he hates how much he likes you, and one day your dressed in something scandalous (maybe Angel helps pick it out) and Alastor can’t take it anymore. Much degradation on the side pleeeeeease🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

a/n: degradation is my specialty 🩷 requests open!

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, slight coercion, degradation, choking

words: 1k~

ever since alastor met you, he struggled to understand you. rather, he struggled to understand what you did to him. you wore down the walls he so carefully built and did it effortlessly and it drove him mad. your smile, your voice, the genuine care you showed for him and everyone in the hotel.

you took up his every thought and he hated it. he hated that he couldn't stay away either. he just couldn't trust anyone else to protect you. he wants you more than he'd ever admit, and while everyone told him that you felt something for him, he chose to ignore it. but when he sees what you've decided to wear tonight, he nearly has a heart attack.

"what on earth are you wearing?" alastor speaks, cocking a brow when he sees you walking out of the hotel with angel. you smile shyly, out of your element in the flashy and revealing outfit angel styled you in. "oh this? yeah, i know." you laugh, covering your chest with your arms. it does nothing but push your tits further together, threatening to bust out of the barely there top.

"its a little much, don't you think?" alastor's eye twitches as he tries to suppress his anger. how dare angel dress you like this! "you don't like it." you frown, looking down at your outfit. he sighs, rubbing his temple. "it's not that..." he speaks before shooting a look at angel that would have burnt him to a crisp if possible. "i uhh.. i'll let you two talk." angel quickly scurries away, blowing you a kiss as he does so.

alastor's blood was boiling at this point. "do you understand the attention wearing this would earn you? is that what you want?" he's tugging you into the shadows with him before you're brought to his broadcast tower. "alastor what is going on?" your frown deepens when he bumps into his desk.

his final straw is watching you bend down to pick up the papers that fell, your entire ass on display as your skirt falls forward. he's behind you in a flash, one hand pressing your face into the wood of his desk while the other pins your arm behind you. all you can do is gasp for air and wiggle under his grasp but its no use. "now deary, you must be doing this on purpose." he growls, trying his best not to be too rough but he's having a hard time holding back. "a-al don't-" "keep your mouth shut." his harsh words make you shudder. "if you so desire to dress like a whore, you'll be treated like a whore."

alastor releases your arm, causing your eyes to widen when you figure out what he's doing instead of holding you. his clawed finger tears straight through your panties in a single stroke, exposing your pussy to him. "w-wait alastor, it's not what you think." you gasp out, but he's already sliding a finger through your folds. "what's that? are you saying that your cunt isn't basically begging to be used right now , hm? that you don't want to be fucked over my desk right now? because that's what that outfit was telling me. and now your pussy is telling me the same thing, darling."

he's slowly pumping a finger in and out of your now soaking cunt, the sound of your wetness filling the otherwise quiet room. "you'd let me, wouldn't you?" the second finger has you moaning into his desk, and against your better judgement, you nod your head as much as you can while being held down. "yes, i-i wanted you to see me." your eyes sting with tears as embarrassment fills you. god yes, you wanted alastor to see you in such a skimpy outfit. but you didn't expect him to lose it on you like this.

and still, every harsh word has you dripping and approaching orgasm faster than you could have expected. "now there's a good girl." alastor coos, a sense of pride filling him, rather, filling his aching cock. he hopes to never forget the sight in front of him, the way your skirt still hangs around your hips, your panties torn in two just enough that he can see your pretty pink pussy peaking between the slit he ripped.

"all you had to do is be honest, you didn't have to have angel dress you like a little sex doll just to get my attention. you shouldn't dare dress like that for anyone but me, do you hear that, sweetheart? i don't want to have to leash you as well, but i have no issue doing so if you can't behave." he ends his sentence by finally pushing his cock passed your puffy lips.

your eyes roll into the back of your head, fire scorching through your body as alastor plows his cock in and out of you. "a-al fuck, too big." you whine, bracing your hands on the desk with every thrust. alastor snickers behind you, only pulling out to flip your body around. being able to look up at him only makes this worse. the sinister smile on his face, his hooded, dark eyes. his clawed hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. "don't you worry your pretty little head about that, darling. you can take it." he grunts when you clench around him.

alastor's pulling out just in time to paint your thighs and stomach with thick ropes of his seed. you whimper as you feel it splashing on your skin, covering you and your clothes. you feel dirty and used, and my god do you want this to happen again. alastor catches his breath before planting a kiss to your forehead.

"are you going to cum already? with my hand around your throat?" he would laugh, but it's possibly the hottest he's ever seen you. your eyes glassed over with tears, you nod. "'m s-so close, al." you pant, barely making the words out before waves of pleasure crash into you and you're cumming hard on his cock. your vision goes black, choked moans escaping as alastor fucks your sensitive pussy.

"the next time i catch you wearing something like that, i won't hesitate to make an example out of you." his words lack the same bite from earlier, but you still shudder at his implications. he turns to grab something to clean you up with but stops dead in his tracks when you speak.

"y-yes sir..." you whisper.

[im-yn-suckers]

baefy looks so scrumptious here ^^

’babe don't mess up the bed, i made it already’ niki yells from the bathroom. ‘too late’ you smile and lay down on the freshly made bed. niki walks out of the bathroom, turning off the light. he kneels at the edge of the bed, giving him space to grab your legs and pull them. ‘get back here, you messed up the bed’ you grab his pillow and take it down with you, hugging it, making it warm. ‘this random pillow smells so good, dont you think?’ he pokes your sides and lays on top of you. ‘nah this pillow smells the best’ you both calm down a bit, letting silence fall.

‘princess’ ‘hm?’ ‘the light, turn it off’ ‘but you're closer’ ‘i made the bed’ ‘ugh fine’ you get up, turn off the light and lay back down. niki pulls you down and lays on your chest, putting his whole body on you. he kisses any and all exposed skin peeking through your shirt. he bites down on your clavicle, leaving a suspiciously tiny and red mark. ‘ow’ ‘shh’

you slide away, letting nikis head hit the bed. you face the wall away from him. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back to the middle of the bed. ‘dont leave me princess please’ ‘you bit me’ ‘out of love’ ‘what ever, go to sleep’ ‘i cant sleep without my goodnight kisses’ ‘find a way to’ ‘nooooo, please angel please, give me a kiss pleeeeeease’ of course he was the cutest person to ever exist when he wanted a kiss but you couldn't give in that easily. ‘Im so comfy though’

he moves to lay right next to you, so you don't have to move. smart man, no really, he knows your weakness. ‘angel~ kissy please’ he mumbles in between kisses on your neck. ‘nuh-uh you're mean to me’ ‘you literally wont kiss me’ ‘YOU LITERALLY BIT ME??’ ‘like i said, angel, out of love. now kiss me’ you just ignore him, and try to sleep, but knowing you havent kissed him isnt letting you. ‘im sorry baby, come here’ at last you give in. ‘mm-mm you dont love me anymore, no kisses for you’

you use his own tactics against him, now youre the smart one. ‘y/n-’ ‘not my name’ you kiss his neck ‘y/n stop i-’ ‘thats not my name’ this time you kiss underneath his earlobe ‘angel plea-’ ‘thats more like it’ you lay on top of him and cup his cheeks. ‘im sorry baby, now let me kiss you’ ‘hm, now youre sor-’ you interrupt him, RESPECTFULLY and place your lips on his. ‘It wasnt that hard princess, now was it?’ ‘shut up, i kissed you already’ ‘because i ignored you’ ‘blah blah bl-’ he interrupts you this time, connecting your lips once again.

ive been so active these days yall b proud of me

[justanothersanjilover]

I feel like Zoro would have way too much fun, if he got turned into a woman 😂 Like come on!

He wants booze?

Zoro: “Sanji! Can I get some booze?”

Sanji: “No!”

Zoro: “Look over here” *lifts shirt and shows his boobs*

Sanji: *handing over booze* “Please…just…cover up…!”

He wants more food?

Zoro: “Cook! Give me more!”

Sanji: “You just ate a whole plate of…”

Zoro: *shows cleavage*

Sanji: “For the love of…fuck…here” *shoves a whole plate of food in his face*

He wants a snack?

Zoro: “Cook! Snacks!?”

Sanji: “Shut it, Marimo! I’m not falling for that again!”

Zoro: *bats his eye* “Pleeeeeease! Cook-san!”

Sanji: “Shit…” *gives him all the snacks he wants*

The snacks are too sweet?

Zoro: “Can you make some salty snacks? Or better with wine filling?”

Sanji: “I’m gonna fill you with wine!”

Zoro: “Promise?” *shy smile with red cheeks*

Sanji: “You…what…? Stop that!” *stands an hour in the kitchen to make some wine-filled dark chocolate pralines*

Zoro: *casually training on deck - shirtless like always*

Sanji: *walks by, realizes it, dies of bloodloss*

Sanji: *standing at the railing, watching the sea*

Zoro: Can I join? *stands beside him*

Sanji: What do you want this time? * purposefully not looking over*

Zoro: *standing on his tiptoes and pressing a kiss to Sanji’s cheek - breast pressing to his arm* “Sorry for annoying you, Curly.”

Sanji: “It's…it’s…it’s fine! Marimo…Just fine…”

😂😂

[0alanasworld0]

Brownies and Macarons (Nayef Aguerd x reader)

Request: Hey luv , can we get a nayef fanfic when he's helping the reader in the kitchen? Thank you

Warnings: references to sex

“Why don’t you ever ask me to help you cook?” It’s a perfectly valid question, he thinks. And it should come with a simple answer yet the way you freeze… he’s confused.

You look up slowly from your laptop and at him; he’s on the floor, back leaned against the wall as he awaited your response.

“What?” you try to play dumb and buy yourself a little bit of time: you needed to construct a response. You weren’t sure of how to phrase it but Nayef was… excitable. Always full of the sweetest positive energy that made him so loveable. It was a big chunk of why you fell in love with him. It was a big reason why he was such an incredible defender.

There were so many positives to Nayef’s endless supply of energy but it also made other things a little difficult. Concentration was sometimes a struggle for him; his mind ran as fast as his legs did so that made time-intensive tasks an absolute nightmare. You were surprised that he didn’t see the glaring problem.

“You heard.” he narrows his eyes.

“Would you even be interested in that kind of thing?! I mean it's kind of time-consuming…” in all honesty, you just worried for the state of the kitchen in general. You didn’t have a good feeling about it.

“Of course! If you love it so much, I need to make an effort to take interest!” you smile at his explanation. He was always so incredibly thoughtful, kind, loving. When it came to aspects of your relationship, he always went all out for you. It made your heart flutter, you couldn’t ask for anything better yet he always found ways to outdo himself.

“That’s one of the cutest things you’ve ever said but you know… I don’t want you to give yourself a migraine trying to focus on cooking out flour!” Anything but directly telling him the problem but he seemed to understand and was rather offended by what you had insinuated.

“Hey! I focus when it matters!” he attempts to defend himself and you scratch the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Yeah maybe on your slide tackles…” you laugh and he gasps.

“And on the love of my life! I could probably become the best goalkeeper of all time if it meant making you happy!” you hide your face in your hands as it heats up, as if he didn’t have you flustered with every word uttered towards you.

“Come on! Pleeeeeease! I’ll try super hard to stay concentrated, I promise!” the sight in front of you is a funny one. Him begging on your knees, eyes squeezed shut and hands pressed together, he was really going all out to convince you and you knew he wouldn’t let things go.

“Okay, fine!” you concede with a sigh and he jumps up from his position at the speed of light to hug you. It knocks the breath out of you and it also nearly knocks you out of your chair. He quickly lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and spins you around. You squeak in surprise and he slowly lets you down and onto your feet. He can’t help but go for another hug and you can’t help but laugh at his excitement. You weren’t used to people taking this much interest in your hobbies and you perhaps deserved better but you had it now. He was right in front of you, literally buzzing with joy at the simple idea of being your sous-chef.

“Come on! No time to waste!” he’s already dragging you to the kitchen but you somehow manage to stop him.

“We literally only have the ingredients for brownies right now!”

“Then I’m going to help you make the best damn brownies the world has ever seen!” the shrugs nonchalantly. Oh this was going to be a fun few hours.

He decides that dragging you is fruitless and takes to carrying you in his arms to the kitchen instead so you’re in a fit of giggles by the time you reach.

Once he sets you down, you immediately get to grabbing all the ingredients with him trailing along almost helplessly. While most of the stuff is within reach, you notice that a couple of your favourite mixing bowls are placed perhaps a centimetre too far out of reach; in the very top compartment of your cupboard. You begin your normal routine of scaling the counter to reach it but Nayef isn’t particularly impressed. Before you even lift the first leg onto the counter, you feel his warmth behind you. Then his hand on your waist as he leans over and grabs it with ease.You’re sure he didn’t have to lean over like that and the feeling of his chest pressing against your back made you unreasonably flustered. And of course, he has to top it all off with a kiss to your temple.

“You’re a menace.” you shake your head as he gives you space to grab the milk from the fridge.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he shrugs coolly but the smirk on his face suggests that he knew EXACTLY what you were talking about. Oh you were going to put him to work today, that was for sure.

“Okay so I’ll-”

“No wait! We need music!” he gasps, grabbing the speaker and his phone from the living room. You had to admit, you were getting tired of this particular song choice because you had been hearing it on loop since the world cup but you decided that you were going to cope because anything to help him focus, right?

“May I continue, ambassador?” you joke, flicking his ear and he whines.

“Hey, you should be appreciating my efforts! We need an atmosphere!” you shake your head in response and continue.

“Okay, I’ll measure out the butter and sugar and you’re gonna cream them together, easy.” 

“What on earth is that supposed to mean?” he looks horrified at the word and you can’t help but laugh as you measure the stuff out. He had so much to learn.

“Just mix them together.” you hand him the bowl and spoon and he enthusiastically gets started, snatching the things from your hands.

“They should really come up with another word for that.” he notes and you hum in agreement, trying your best not to laugh again at him. While he’s preoccupied with the butter and sugar, you take the time to chop up the baking chocolate. You had to admit, it was nice having someone to accompany you as you went about your interests. To have someone genuinely invested in something you loved for the sheer sake of making you happy. Even the addition of the music was a nice touch. 

You snap out of your thoughts as he shows you his work and thank goodness for his arms because what would have taken you 7 minutes and arm cramps took him 3. 

“It looks perfect, my love!” his excitement bubbles through and hugs your side, slightly lifting you into the air. Maybe this was a good idea all along.

“Okay, 2 eggs and one teaspoon of vanilla in the bowl next!” you’re in the middle of passing the egg box to him when you hesitate.

“Maybe vanilla would be easier…” he once again takes offence, placing his hands around the box and tugging gently.

“Angel…” he whines. Sure, he got a little bit over excited sometimes but eggs? He would surely manage. You eventually relent, letting go of the box and he places it on his side of the counter, taking out two of the eggs as you pour the teaspoon of vanilla into the mix. He’s about to crack the first one but you see the look in his eyes and you already know his mind has wandered elsewhere.

“Have you seen the thing where they crack eggs with their biceps?” he asks and you sigh out.

“A couple times, maybe.”  

“I bet I could- no wait, brownies.” he shakes his head and you can’t help but smile. You had to applaud him for how hard he must have been trying.

He gets back on task, cracking the eggs while you measure out the flour and cocoa powder. He’s a little confused when you bring out his espresso powder, however.

“Coffee brownies?” he innocently inquires and you can’t hold back a laugh this time. He pouts at your response.

“It’s only a little bit! It helps the chocolate taste more like chocolate!” you can tell he’s still a little confused but he brushes it off, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before cracking the second egg.

“You’re the expert I gue- oh nooooooooo…” he whines and huffs and you look over at his station.

“What’s wrong?” you place a comforting hand on his back while he sulks.

“The egg shell! I was being careful, I swear!” He defends and you rub his back soothingly.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it’s an easy fix, see!” you grab the larger egg shell from the counter to scoop the broken piece from the batter. He sighs out in relief but he looks panicked again and you look over, awaiting his next question.

“Don’t impurities ruin the texture? I saw a video about that with those weird french cookie sandwich things! The entire batch is ruined!” he panics and you double over in laughter.

“I just ruined our brownies and you’re laughing?!” he genuinely is baffled by the way you’re continuing to giggle. 

“Love, macarons and brownies… not the same…” you try to take some deep breaths to recover from your laughing fit and he gives a quiet “oh” and it almost sets you off again but you manage to hold back, wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes and you get back to measuring.

“Okay now mix all of that together, I’ll tell you when to stop.” He listens diligently, again putting those arms to work.

“This bit is important for the crackly top!” he gasps, eyes lit up from excitement.

“Oh the paper?”

“... sure, whatever you wanna call it.” his mind amazed you at times. He ups the intensity of his mixing while you take on the much easier job of mixing the flour and cocoa and melting the chocolate in the microwave. Once again, the job is done in no time as you take a look at the perfectly airy mixture.

“That's perfect, now add the espresso water and chocolate and start mixing again.” he nods.

“I’m basically a pro at this, we could so start a business together. Your brains and my greek statue muscles: we’d be unstoppable!” you smile at his enthusiasm. 

“Living the dream!” he nods excitedly.

“See! You’re warming up to my ideas now, right?” you shake your head at his silliness, no one made you laugh like he did. He really was special.

“Okay now just the flour and cocoa and your job is done!” he hums allowing you to dump the dry mixture in before getting to work again. There would be no arm cramps for you this time around. 

You get a second to look at him as he carefully mixes the batter. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have Nayef in your life. Someone so naturally optimistic and fun. Someone who never made you feel silly or irrational about your interests. Someone who was always introducing you to new things and finding ways to spend time with you. You had hit the jackpot. 

“Okay, I think that's done so just pour it into the tray and I’ll put it in the oven!” he nods excitedly, carefully pouring the mixture in and allowing you to handle the rest. He takes his well-earned reward of licking the spoon and bowl while you get everything in check and set the timer.

“You enjoying yourself there?” you laugh a little at his joyful state. He looked absolutely adorable and you couldn’t help but press a kiss to his cheek.

“Very much so, we’re literally the perfect team, see!” he points out, referring to your earlier doubts and you had to admit that he was right. It really was the perfect way to spend time together. A part of you felt healed by the way he was trying so hard to do everything perfectly. He didn’t see it as a joke, he genuinely was trying to appreciate one of your favourite past-times.

“I know one thing we could do to pass the time…” he raises his eyebrows suggestively, placing the bowl back on the counter and allowing his arms to find purchase around your waist. He goes for a kiss but you stop him, eyes narrowed.

“As if thirty minutes is ever enough for you! I’d rather not risk burning the house down over this”

“Hey, I can control myself!” he pleads but you’re having none of it. He may have proved you wrong with the baking but when it came to more intimate things, he was insatiable.

You insist that you get everything cleaned up before anything else and relents, although he is sulking the entire time. His mind seems to have drifted from his first idea when he hears the music coming up from the speaker.

“Hey I love this song, come on!” he moves on from the first topic pretty quickly, perking up almost immediately as the familiar melody plays. He pulls you with him, taking your hands in his. You can’t help but indulge in his goofy antics as you dance together to the music, albeit completely offbeat. You really didn’t get much alone time with him and you were so grateful you were spending it so wisely. And he was beyond relieved, getting to spend an afternoon doing one of your favourite things was the mind-boost he needed after such a gruelling season. It was undoubtedly an extremely successful one but he was exhausted nonetheless. And finally having the time to spend on you was worth every muscle cramp he had endured.

You don’t even realise that time has flown by so quickly and you’re both caught completely off guard when the timer goes off. You’re both pulled out of your little bubble and come back to reality. You somehow hadn’t picked up on it while you were ‘dancing’ but the kitchen smelt heavenly. You quickly put on your oven gloves and take the tray from the oven, placing it down on the counter and he’s already seated, eyes fixated on it.

“It’s gonna take like an hour to cool, my love.” you remind him and he sighs dramatically, head dropping onto the counter, eyes still focused on the brownies.

“You know there isn’t a risk of the house burning down anymore…” you trail off with a smirk, throwing off the oven gloves and sauntering over to the stairs. He’s up and off the counter immediately, hot on your heels as you walk up the stairs.

“Say no more!”

It may have been well over an hour by the time he was done with you. You weren’t entirely sure and the brownies were the last thing on your mind as you drifted in and out of sleep, the hand smoothing circles on your back only lulling you close your eyes.

It may have been the last thing on your mind but it was the first thing on his. You whine loudly as he lifts himself up and out of bed, gently removing your arms from around him and grabbing his boxers.

“Corners, sides or centre?”

“Hmmmph… corners…” you mumble, yawning and nuzzling into the sheets. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving to grab what you needed.

He’s back in almost no time but he can tell that you might as well have been fast asleep by that point although your eyes were fluttering.

“Sweetheart, you need to eat!” you hum in vague agreement although he has to help you sit up as you were still recovering from your previous antics. 

Both of you are blown away by the first bite. There was the ‘brownie paper’ that he loved so much and the gooey, fudge texture… perfection.

“You were so right about the coffee!” he leans his head on yours and you hum in agreement.

“Recipe never fails!” you shrug and he smiles.

“Thank you for letting me help” he wraps his arms around you to hug your side and you revel in the feeling of his skin against yours, the warmth radiating off his body.

“It was a pleasure, glad I could put those guns to use!” you joke and he laughs.

“Seriously though, I’m sorry I doubted you…” you had to feel a little guilty. You seriously were ready to shut down a chance at spending some time with the love of your life. At a chance to share something you really loved with him.

“Ah it’s nothing, I proved you wrong!” he pokes your arm and you nuzzle further into his warm hold.

He senses that you’re once again on the verge of falling asleep and with your stomachs full, he has no reason to wake you again. So he carefully manoeuvres you so that you’re laying on your side with him behind you, arms around your middle and his face in against your neck.  

“Good night, angel…” he yawns, smiling when he receives no response other than your hand barely squeezing his wrist and your attempts to back up even closer to him.

Soon enough, he’s fallen into a similar deep sleep, blissful with you in his arms.

Not exactly what the request was referring to but i just thought that it would be so on character for Nayef to bring up the idea in the first place. I hope u guys enjoy <3

[slavishslap]

The Razor Tickle Box | Saw Fanfic

Here's my first public fic! Let me know any improvements or stuff I could make, it's all appreciated! Not overly too much plot here, just some tickles and an idea I've been obsessed with for some weeks.

And just to note I've written this so that the razor box doesn't actually have razors in it, just some sort of suction to keep the wrists in place.

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A sudden sharp pain in her neck shot Addison awake. Great, still stuck in that room, her wrists cuffed to the glass box above her. She tried craning her head round, turning it to either side, attempting to get a look at what was happening behind her.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?! Who's there!?" She knew there was someone there, she could feel their presence, but had no idea who it could be. "Let me out! Please!" She begged, looking up at her arms, which had surprisingly not started to tire out yet.

"There..." A voice behind her spoke gently, and to Addison's left, a person emerged. She recognised the woman immediately, from the short hair and the all blue outfit. Addison thought hard, trying to recall her name.

"You?! I-It's Amanda right? Get me out! Please!" Amanda looked up at her, and smiled, something that both confused and terrified Addison.

"Shut up will you... I just saved you." Amanda held up a needle, one that must have been containing the antidote that Addison had gotten stuck trying to get. "Did you seriously put both hands in that?" Amanda raised an eyebrow, pointing up to the box Addison was stuck in.

Addison watched as Amanda's eyes drifted away from her face, up to the box, and then sideways to her... armpits? Addison was only getting more and more confused, as she watched Amanda, who without speaking another word, dissappeared to behind her back.

"Wait! Where are you going?! Help me you bitch!!" Addison wondered if she would regret saying that.

"Yeah yeah, I will. But first, I just wanna test something out." Amanda was whispering up into the taller girls's ear, and if she hadn't just been in an intense death house, Addison probably would have been sightly turned on, evident by her cheeks now blushing brightly red.

"Just fucking get me out!" Addison watched as Amanda's hands appeared from behind her, and slowly made their way towards her armpits, all ten fingers beginning to gently wiggle inside, her short nails barely grazing the skin. "H-Hehehey!! W-Wahait!" Addison begun to giggle, whipping her head round wildly, her hair occasionally smacking Amanda in the face.

"What's the matter, hmm? Are we ticklish?" Amanda bit her tongue, watching as she was already trying to escape. "You're going nowhere." Amanda brought her head up to Addison's neck to whisper, the girl able to feel her breath on her ear.

"NoHOhohO! A-Ah-Amanda!" Addison was giggling like a little kid, squirming around upright, trying to move to escape the tickles, her clamped wrists prohibiting her from doing so.

"Awe, how about we go a little harder?" Amanda's fingers then begun to rapidly scratch and poke into Addison's armpits with more force, seeing an immediate reaction, as a squeal left her lips.

"AAAAH!! NONONOHOHO!! P-PAHA-PLEASE!!" Addison was now walking back and forth as far as she could, but nothing could get her away from Amanda's fingers. "I CAHAHAN'T!! I CAHAN'T!" Her words were squeaky, a pitch higher then her normal voice.

"Ohoho, you're really ticklish! I'm gonna have fun with you..." Addison's neck fliched everytime Amanda's whispered breath tickled her ear. "Hehe... tickle tickle! God you're pathetic." Amanda in an instant swapped the wiggling of her fingers to her drilling and twisting one finger into each armpit, seeing what would get her the best reaction.

"PLEEEEEEASE!! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!! STOHOHOP IT!!!" Addison was almost hopping on the spot, jumping around on one foot to the other. She could hear Amanda giggling behind her, not once letting up her tickling torture.

"Will you please stay still! I'm not even doing anything." Amanda retracted one hand from Addison's armpit and wrapped it around her waist, essentially holding her still. "Now... now you're fucked." She could feel Amanda's lips touch her ear as she softly whispered. A single hand drifted upwards, scratching all five fingers into one of Addison's armpits, making the woman squeal once again.

"EEK!! NONONOHOT THAHAHAT!! PLEHEHEASE!!! STOHOP STOHOHOP STOOOOOOP!!" Amanda internally congratulated herself, managing to reduce her subject to a flustered, squeaky mess with ease. Meanwhile, Addison was as red as a tomato, insanely embarrassed about the way she was jumping on the spot, screaming with laughter.

"Jeez you're fucking ticklish. You're like a little baby!" Amanda brought her lips back up to her ticklee's ear. "You a baby? Little baby Addison? Little ticklish baby Addison can't handle a few pokes?" Addison was hating how flustered Amanda's teasing was making her. The few whispered words made the torment so much worse.

Surprisingly, but thankfully, Amanda ceased her tickling in an instant, also unwrapping the arm round Addison's waist. A face appeared out the corner of her eye, and she turned to see a smirking Amanda looking at her, raising a finger to point to her face.

"You blushing? Is my teasing getting you?" Amanda was right, not that Addison would let her know.

"P-Please... Amanda... I cannot do any-anymore." Addison was breathing deeply in and out, trying to regain her composure.

"Why do you think I'm giving you a break silly." Amanda's face was plastered with an absolute shit-eating grin.

A break. Addison realised that meant there would be more to come, and judging by Amanda's head disappearing once more, they were coming now. And this time there was no teasing, no warm up, no gentle start. Amanda's hands whipped round to immediately dig all fingers into the exposed armpits, wanting to give Addison one last torture.

"FUHUHUCK YOU!!! HAHAHAHA!! I-I CAHAHAN'T!! AHAHAMANDA!! NONONONOHOHOHO!!" Addison was almost screaming now, twisting rapidly at the waist, her legs dancing around, trying turn her body away from Amanda's tickling hands any direction she could.

"Oh come on, you can take just a little longer, right? Not that you have a choice..." Addison's hair was slapping Amanda straight in the face, the taller girl resorting back to swinging her head around, seemingly with no idea of how to better cope with her torture.

"YOU NEED TO STOOOHOHOHOP!!!!" Addison let one final bellow out, barely managing to fit it between her laughter. The intense tickling had really tired her out, not even having the energy to wriggle around now, standing completely still.

Noticing how breathless that scream for mercy was, Amanda figured enough was enough, and gradually reduced her tickling to a light scritch on the armpits, before removing her hands completely, resting them on her own hips.

"Alright alright..." Amanda spoke softly, leaning her head back around one of Addison's sides to look the poor girl in the face. "I'll let you go now. Well, I'm gonna have to... uhhh... chloroform you first." Amanda had a smug smile on her face, looking like she was about to leave, before giving Addison one more comment. "I... uhm... I'll keep an eye on you, I'd like to do this again." With that, she headed out of the room.

Addison really hated herself for this, but she did kinda hope she would see Amanda again, just preferably with less laughing.

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Thanks for reading! Let me know any potential improvements you may have for me. I am a huge shipper of Amanda x Addison (x Laura too) so couldn't help but include some more "romancy" things. (Lynn x Amanda supremacy though)

[melis-writes]

Michael coming home from a business trip and being immediately horny when he gets in, and Victoria waiting for him at the door in nothing but panties, then whatever happens next 😈

We’re just like Victoria fr the way I know I’d be waiting at the door on my hands and knees for this fine ass man...🥵🥵 Michael Corleone, pleeeeeease!!

Beg For It.

If it wasn’t the teasing, seductive phone call you had with Michael the night before his flight back home to give him something to look forward to, it was definitely the little photograph you snuck into Michael’s luggage that kept his thoughts and arousal craving to go back home to you.

“I promise I won’t touch myself, Don Corleone. Anything you want…”

The photograph was the first thing Michael noticed upon opening his luggage in his hotel room—seeing how conveniently it was placed over top of Michael’s neatly folded clothing so it would be the first thing Michael’s eyes would land on.

“I want you to fucking ruin me so badly.”

From the moment you heard over the telephone from one of Michael’s men that Michael had landed back in Lake Tahoe, you felt an exhilarating rush of excitement and arousal surge through you.

“I’ll be waiting... I’ll do anything, baby.”

Having the benefit of a day’s worth of privacy, you were quick to head back to your bedroom and shut the door behind you, aiming to be nothing less than ready to see Michael walk through the door to fuck you mercilessly before he can barely put down his suitcase.

Michael began to unloosen his tie halfway through the car ride back to the compound as he gazed out the window in an attempt to distract himself from the thought of you.

Letting Michael’s cock fill and stretch all of your holes, hearing you scream Michael’s name until you lost your voice, dripping and oozing with his cum as your legs quiver—barely able to keep balance is just what you both yearn for.

In a pair of black lacy panties and nothing else, you rubbed your hands over your breasts—feeling at your hardened, tender nipples.

You licked over your lips, feeling arousal tingle inbetween your legs at the sound of Michael’s vehicle beginning to approach the compound grounds as you got down on your knees.

Michael held back his arousal well for his own sake to prevent an erection, but he was barely holding himself together by the time his chauffer parked his vehicle in front of his and your estate.

On your hands and knees close to the door with your back against the post of the bed, you spread your legs and clench at the fibres of the carpet around you and waited for Michael to enter.

From the moment Michael took one step into the estate and let the door shut behind him, he felt an urging, erotic desire grow in him; precum already beginning to ooze down his shaft.

You could already feel your clit throbbing from excitement, swollen from night after night of teasing yourself and grinding up against Michael’s pillow to the sound of his voice over the telephone.

Hearing Michael’s footsteps coming to a stop in front of the bedroom door only heightened your arousal further as you felt your wetness lubricating the folds of your pussy and your body burning hot from desire.

Michael placed his hand over the doorknob, twisting it and opening the bedroom door just enough for him to step inside then immediately shut the door behind him.

Michael set his suitcase down instantly, locking eyes with you as you sucked over your finger while maintaining eye contact with him; practically quivering with arousal.

Michael’s hands went to his leather belt—quick to begin to unbuckle it as he said nothing to you, only communicating with the gesture of his finger for you to get up and approach him.

You grazed your teeth over your bottom lip from excitement and rose to your feet in an instant, approaching Michael directly.

Michael let his belt drop to the floor before swiftly grabbing you by your hips—taking you by pleasant surprise.

All you could do was let out a soft gasp before you felt Michael’s lips hungrily crushing over yours in a greedy, wet kiss.

Michael pushed you towards the nearest wall—pinning you against it by your hips while using his free hand to let his pulsating erection spring free.

“Spread your fucking legs,” Michael hissed to you inbetween a kiss.

‘Oh my God, yes, yes, yes,’ you didn’t have to be told twice; wrapping your thighs around Michael’s waist as he snatched your panties aside, almost tearing them apart in the process.

“Y-yes—” You let out a breathy giggle, writhing from pleasure as Michael began to slick his shaft inbetween your pussy—smearing your wetness over him.

“What were you pleading over the phone to me, hmm?” Michael squeezed your face, giving it a little shake. “Answer me.”

“Fuck me—” You breathed shakily, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Make me yours! Fuck me like a whore!”

“Good girl,” Michael whispered against your neck, spreading your pussy lips open. “Now you’re going to keep begging like one.”  

[useramor]

please twitter pleeeeeease please learn the difference between what it means to be latino in the united states versus in latinoamerica they’re completely different things with their own unique cultures and communities!!!! a first generation american born in el paso texas to two immigrant mexican parents whose first language was spanish and who spent their entire life growing up in mexican communities is a latino. a second generation puerto rican living in new york who has to translate for their abuela whenever they go to the doctors office because she never did learn english is a latino. a brazilian immigrant living in miami who can’t go home to their country because they immigrated illegally is gonna have latino children regardless of whether or not they ever step foot in brazil because being latino in the united states is not the same thing as being latino in latin america and i wish people would understand this. in the united states it does not matter whether you’re first generation or second or mixed. if your last name is gonzalez, if your first name is josé, if your parents speak with an accent, if your first language was spanish, if the kids in elementary school made fun of your skin color and your eyebrows and your body hair the white kids are gonna treat you like you’re different. the white teachers are gonna mispronounce your name and never bother to correct themselves because they think it’s funny that your name is ethnic and they don’t care. you get older and you realize it doesn’t matter how hard you try to fit in, because you could like all the right music and wear all the right clothes and watch all the right tv shows (none of that telenovela stuff) and you’d still be latino to them. they don’t care if your family is from mexico or colombia or argentina or brazil or puerto rico or honduras because it does not matter. you’re from a latin american country. your parents were born and raised elsewhere. you’re not welcome here. whether you like it or not the united states will put you in a box. the box is labeled “latino”. and it doesn’t matter how long your family has been in the USA, you can never leave that box. that’s what latinoamericans fail to understand. that’s what latinoamericans cannot understand. race and ethnicity work differently in the united states than they do outside of it and i’m so so tired of people being purposefully dense just because they don’t wanna claim the silly united states latinos who don’t understand what it’s ACTUALLY like to be from their country. shut up. shut up. let people have community jesus christ. signed, someone who was born in latin america but who lived in the US for years.

[purplegays]

Which sonic characters do u think would go to the barbie movie?

Nice to talk to ya again buddy, it’s been too long 🥹

(Before I start, they’re all adults here… I rarely ever use their canonical ages because… idk, their personalities just don’t seem to match their ages to me. And eight-year-old flying planes and killing people just feels weird. So yeah, aged up.)

Ok so this is how I think it would go. Amy would see a trailer for the Barbie movie on TV or smth and she begs Sonic to go with her because she wants to see it but she doesn’t want to go alone. But Sonic doesn’t want to go alone with Amy, so he asks Knuckles to go with him. But Knuckles is busy because he’s doing another MLP marathon, so Sonic has no choice but to ask Shadow.

Well Shadow was going to go by himself anyway, but now this gives him an excuse to go without having to admit that he actually wants to go. So to Sonic’s surprise, Shadow agrees to go.

They arrive at the movie theater, and they get popcorn, but they just get two big ones to share because they’re pretty big and three would be too much. Sonic resigns himself to sharing a popcorn bowl with Amy.

Just as the movie starts, Amy complains that she wants more butter on the popcorn, so she takes the tub she and Sonic were using and leaves the theater. But then she just… doesn’t come back. Sonic starts to get a bit worried about her, but Amy disappears like this all the time. Maybe she got her period or something.

Fifteen minutes, pass, and by now they’re really starting to wonder where Amy is, but truth be told they’re so engrossed in the movie that they’ve kind of forgotten how much time has passed. Not really thinking, Sonic reached into Shadow’s popcorn bowl. Then he does it again.

“What are you doing?” Shadow says, his deadpan obvious even with just a whisper.

Sonic jolts back to reality, looking at his hand in Shadow’s popcorn bowl. But he doesn’t take it out. “Uh… can we share? Amy kinda stole all my popcorn.”

“No. This is mine.”

Sonic gives him the biggest puppy-dog eyes ever and asks, “Pleeeeeease, Shadow? I need popcorn for the movie!”

Shadow hates how that makes him blush. “Fine. Take it.” And he shoves the bowl toward Sonic.

Sonic shoves it back. “No, I don’t want it all! I want to share.”

On the screen, Barbie tells one of her friends that sharing is caring.

“See?” Sonic adds.

“Shut up.” Shadow stuffs his mouth full with a handful of popcorn.

Over the course of the movie, Sonic leans closer and closer to the popcorn bowl—and to Shadow. Shadow wants to snap at Sonic to back off, but he’s too embarrassed that it’s affecting him in the first place.

Amy returns to them passionately making out, the end.

[kirakiwiwrites]

This one was kind of tough, not going to lie! Not sure if the word was right of not, but we still had fun writing this. Thanks for all the nice comments on our first one! For this entry, we are going back to before Kurt and Blaine had children. This one is slightly longer. Enjoy!

Thanks @klaine-word-scramble for the fun!

Don’t Know Whether It’s Morning Or Night:

(Aug 3 entry - 2151 words)

“Rachel Barbara Berry. Do you know what time it is?”

“I’m sorry Kurt! I need you!”

“Well, I need sleep. I have an early dress rehearsal in the morning and the rest of my day is packed.”

“And I don’t need sleep? You think it’s easy for me to function like this?” She shrilly continued to rant as Kurt pulled his phone away from his face, nose wrinkling. He knew he wouldn’t get a word in edgewise until she tired herself out. Plus, there was all the background noise. Crying and screaming rang in his ears, causing him to want to end the call.

His husband stirred in the bed beside him, blinking owlishly and rubbing his eyes as he groaned at what time it was. “Who is that?” Blaine asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

“Guess,” Kurt replied grumpily as he smacked his forehead repeatedly with his phone. Rachel’s tinny voice squawked from it.

Blaine huffed and fell back into his pillow. His breath blew his loose curls from his forehead. “Does she know what time it is?”

“Mhm.”

“You should never have done it in the first place,” Blaine said ruefully. He got really grumpy when he didn’t get sleep.

Kurt sighed and slipped from their warm bed and trudged into his living room, knowing if he lingered he would keep Blaine awake. One of them should get to sleep. He stared at the rain that pattered on the windows as he got comfortable on his couch. She was still going. “Rachel! Shut up!”

“Kurt! Pleeeeeease! Just do it one time! I won’t call for the rest of the night! I’m desperate here!” She sounded on the verge of tears, but to be fair she could cry on command so he wasn’t really moved.

“This is your crotch goblin,” Kurt snapped. “We are not co-parenting! Why should my sleep be interrupted?” Now, he truly loved Rachel’s son like he was his own blood, but two weeks of having his sleep disrupted made him a little grouchy.

“Hey! You love Brice! This is just the tiredness talking,” she soothed. “Now, I’m going to do a voice call and if you reject it, so help me Kurt Hummel, I will come over there.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, wishing she could see him do so already. “Where is the child’s father?”

“It’s okay. Shush, now my angel. Uncle Kurt is going to make everything better,” she said to the wailing baby on the other end. Little Brice didn’t even acknowledge her as he screamed again. “Jesse is working on that movie and won’t be back until next week. Now pick up!”

Kurt stabbed the answer button on his screen when it showed up. His screen was immediately filled with a harried Rachel, dark patches heavy under her eyes and hair a rumpled mess twisted up into a lopsided bun. Her nail polish was chipped and unkempt, unusual for her. She looked worse than she had that time in high school when she had gotten sick and depressed because she thought she would never sing again. His sour mood softened at the way her lip quivered as if she was seconds from crying and then he melted at the scrunched face of her four month old. Brice’s chubby cheeks were red and slick with tears and snot from all the crying. Rachel bounced him fruitlessly as he wailed, his little fists balled up and his feet kicking in his footed pajamas. Kurt smiled despite the late hour and ignored how terrible his own hair looked in the corner of the screen.

“Brice? Hey buddy.”

At the sound of his name, Brice immediately ceased his screaming and stared at Kurt on the screen. He hiccuped pitifully and reached for him.

“Hi. What’s the big deal?” Kurt asked softly as he wiggled a finger at the boy. He blinked big, shining brown eyes and babbled something they were convinced was Kurt’s name. “Why are you so upset? Mommy needs sleep and so do you, sweetie. And Uncle Kurt reeeally needs sleep.”

Rachel looked relived the crying had stopped. She kissed his head tiredly and began to wipe off his face with a soft cloth. Brice screeched and tried to twist his head away. “I’m telling you, it’s all the time we spent together when I was pregnant. He learned your voice and now you are the only one he wants.”

Kurt grinned. “Look at you, taking after your mommy and daddy and being the most stubborn, dramatic boy in the world! Yes you are!” He used a light tone and Brice smiled.

“He likes you better than me,” Rachel replied, her voice wobbly. Then she started crying into the cloth she had just used to wiped Brice’s face. He giggled and clapped his hands at her sobs.

Kurt tried not to laugh. “Rachel, that’s not true! Hey, don’t cry! Listen, you’re just tired and alone. It won’t be for much longer. How about I come over tomorrow evening and let you get a nap?”

She sniffled into the cloth and wiped at her face. “If I last that long.”

“You will.” He yawned suddenly and covered his mouth. Brice found this hilarious and cackled, seemingly at how he was making all the grownups in his life miserable. “I’m going to bed, Rach. I’ll check with you on my lunch tomorrow, okay?”

“Wait! You have to sing!” Rachel said desperately. Her voice was still croaky from crying. “Please, Kurt! He won’t sleep otherwise!”

“I thought you could sing?” Kurt asked with a superior look down his nose. “You never skipped an opportunity to tell me you were better.”

Her eyes started to fill like she was about to cry again. Kurt instantly felt bad. “He likes it when you sing. Please?”

He had been planning on making her beg and say he was better than her, but she was about to break and he knew he couldn’t do that to her. So he nodded much to her immense relief and gave Brice a stern look. (But not too stern. He was kind of a sucker for the kid.) “I’ll sing one song and you will go to sleep and stop giving Mommy a hard time. Got it, Brice?”

The baby just smiled at him like he wasn’t being given a talking-to and squealed happily. This was definitely the child of Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry. He did what he pleased.

Kurt cleared his throat and opened his mouth to sing. “‘Bout—“

“Wait!” Rachel interrupted. “You have to do the dance too! He loves the dance.”

“Rachel, it’s too early for choreography,” Kurt replied, exasperated.

“Please?” She gave him a dazzling smile and cuddled her tyrant of a baby who garbled his agreement. “You have to commit to it!”

“Fine,” Kurt hissed out through gritted teeth. “But I’m billing you when my back needs to be realigned from over use.” He stood, his muscles protesting greatly and positioned the phone so that his whole body was in the frame. He grumbled about how Rachel better not say anything negative or else and got into position. He remembered most of the choreography from back in glee club, but he didn’t worry about making it look good this early in the morning. “'Bout twenty years ago, way down in New Orleans. A group of fellows found a new kind of music. And they decided to call it... JAZZ.”

Brice giggled madly and clapped his little hands before wrapping his small arms around Rachel’s neck and snuggling into her neck. Rachel smiled and rested her cheek on top of his downy soft head. As Kurt went through the whole of Le Jazz Hot, the baby’s eyes glazed over and slid closed. By the end, he was fast asleep and Rachel snuggled him close. She looked as if she had started to doze off herself.

“Thank you so much, Kurt,” she whispered. “I have no idea why he won’t do that when I sing it. I even dance for goodness sake.”

Kurt smiled and his heart flipped with fondness for the sleeping boy in her arms. “The boy knows talent, what can I say?” He chuckled at her answering glare. It was a testament to how exhausted she was that she didn’t even argue. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She nodded and started to say goodbye, but a violent yawn consumed her as his screen went dark.

He really did feel for her, even if it was ruining his own sleep. He had no idea why him performing that particular number put the child to sleep, but it did. He did it one time a few weeks ago and nothing else since had worked quite as well.

Rubbing his face tiredly, Kurt shuffled back to bed and was happy to slip back under the covers next to his snoring husband so warm and comfy. He tried not to wake him, but Blaine was a light sleeper. He snuggled up closer to Kurt and sleepily smacked his lips. Kurt got into his favorite position, Blaine’s head tucked under his chin with his arms around his shoulders and a leg hooked around Blaine’s. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to swallow him up again when he heard Blaine’s quiet murmur.

“Le Jazz Hot?”

“Yes. Le Jazz Hot.”

“Why don’t you just record it?”

“We tried that. Rachel says he knows it’s not authentic and starts crying again as soon as it’s over.”

Blaine puffed a soft laugh against his collar bone. “That kid is too smart for his own good.”

“Mhmm.”

Kurt had nearly drifted off again when Blaine wiggled a little.

“What do you think about us losing more sleep?”

Kurt kept his eyes closed, but scratched lightly at Blaine’s back. “Honey, normally I would be right there with you, but I’m so damn tired. Wake me up thirty minutes early and I’ll blow you in the shower.”

“Well, now I’m a little turned on, thanks. But I meant like… what if we had our own little Brice to make us lose sleep?”

At this, Kurt’s eyes popped open and he looked down at Blaine who was smiling up at him from his chest. “Seriously? You want a baby?”

Blaine laughed with way too much sunshine for whatever beastly hour it was. “Yes I do. We’ve talked about it before. We both have good jobs now and I don’t know… seeing how you take care of Brice just makes me fall more in love with you.” He toyed with the collar of Kurt’s silk pajama shirt. “You are just so good with him, I know you’d be such a good dad to our own. What do you think?” He smiled up at him hopefully.

“I don’t know…”

Blaine’s smile began to fade away.

“What if they sleep even less than Brice?”

Blaine’s sad frown twisted into annoyance and he playfully poked Kurt’s chest. “Don’t scare me like that. Seriously, what do you think?”

“I think you will be a great dad too and I would love to have a baby with you.”

The sunshine was back full force as Blaine crawled up and kissed Kurt’s lips softly and deeply. Kurt caught his face in his hands and held him there. Even when they pulled back, Blaine stayed close to Kurt’s lips. “I’m so excited I don’t know if I can go back to sleep.” Kurt adored how happy he looked and was certain he was going to approach fatherhood with as much love, enthusiasm, and care as he did everything else in his life. Kurt couldn’t wait.

“Well, why don’t you come up with some names you like and I’m going back to sleep.” He shut his eyes again, intent on doing just that.

“Kurt! Stay awake and dream with me!” He bounced the bed a little so that Kurt bounced with it. “Should we name our child after our favorite musical like Rachel? Hmm. I suppose Moulin Rouge isn’t a great name for a baby. Elphaba is too much, isn’t it? I don’t know about Glinda. It’s not a bad name, but is it our baby? There’s always Fiyero. Eh. No. What about—“

“Blaine, dearest, when I said come up with names, I meant in your head,” Kurt mumbled, eyes still closed.

He heard Blaine sigh and felt him burrow into his chest again. He was quiet for approximately thirty seconds before he whined and fiddled with Kurt’s top button. “Kurrrrt. Kissing you and talking about our future and you telling me you’ll give me a blowjob made me kind of horny…”

“Blaine.”

“Ugh. Fine. But don’t think I’m not waking you up like you said.”

Kurt didn’t reply since he fell asleep in the middle of what Blaine was saying. Blaine just grinned fondly at him and closed his own eyes, dreaming about what the close future would hold. He couldn’t wait!

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Angel

Rain

Linger (lingered)

Glare

Nail

Rang

Realign (Realigned)

[helloagain-shinyred]

ftfreddy getting pegged me thinks

So I know you didn’t phrase this in a way that asked for headcanons, but I’m feeling some type of way about this, so headcanons you shall get

Under a read more for the courtesy of folks who may be scrolling tumblr in public 🙃

God okay so. So imagine Freddy nervously approaching you about this. Like, he’s so hesitant to even say what he wants out loud.

Which is… incredibly unlike him.

It takes him a while to get to the point but when he finally does blurt out “Ireallywantyoutofuckme” you’re caught a little off guard.

In hindsight, it’s not that much of a surprise. Given everything you know about Freddy and his sexual preferences/proclivity for experimentation, this is pretty par for the course.

You ask him why he’s nervous to ask you to do this, and he tells you that he was worried that you’d say no, or think it was too weird.

“You’re worried that someone who’s had full-blown intercourse with an animatronic and thoroughly enjoyed it… will think pegging is weird?”

“Shut up, I’m nervous.”

You then have to ask Freddy a kind of awkward question.

“So I’ll just be blunt about this. Do you even have an asshole?”

“…Why would I be asking you to peg me if I didn’t?”

He goes on to explain that his ✨entrance✨ is obviously not functional in the way a human’s is. It’s only intended to be used for this sort of activity.

You decide you’re done asking questions.

Fast forward to the night it actually happens and Freddy is fuckin’ pumped.

He’s been counting down to this moment for ages (it’s been two days).

You’re also pretty excited, admittedly. Less than an hour after Freddy’s initial proposition, you went to the closest ~adult~ store and purchased a pink sparkly strap-on, something you think Freddy would like.

You even tried it on as soon as you got home… which included familiarizing yourself with it.

Let’s just say that you’re pretty confident wielding this thing.

After a couple minutes of foreplay which consisted mostly of Freddy’s hands touching and squeezing any part of you he could reach while you covered every inch of his metal casing in kisses and licks, you step away to rid yourself of your clothes and equip the strap.

Freddy nearly short-circuits when he finally sees you in it. It takes every fibre-optic of his being not to jump you right then and there.

He’s just so used to taking the lead, but tonight is all about turning those tables.

You instruct Freddy to lay down on his stomach, which he does happily, as you position yourself above him.

“You ready?”

Freddy nods eagerly.

“You sure?”

“You better not do this to me right now.”

“Oh, I’m going to do this to you right now. Beg for it.”

“Pleeeeeease pleasepleasepleaseplease-”

Pfft. You know Freddy can do better than that, and you tell him such.

Immediately, Freddy’s whining and groaning and pleading for you to give him what he wants increases to an almost pathetic degree. “Please, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, it’s been driving me crazy and I don’t want to wait another minute. Please, cupcake, please.”

Pausing for a moment, you take in the reality of having a very large, very deadly animatronic beneath you, at your mercy, begging to be filled by you. It’s an intoxicating feeling. You almost feel cheated out of having gone this long without it.

As you slowly slide into Freddy, you find that his silicone hole is self-lubricating. Nice.

The sound Freddy makes as you breach him should be illegal. It’s a cross between a whine and a moan that’s much higher in pitch than anything you’ve ever heard from him before, and fuck does it awaken something within you.

You want to ravage Freddy.

You take a slow, deep breath to reel yourself in. Obviously Freddy can’t feel pain, but you still feel like it would at the very least be rude of you to start going hogwild right out the gate. You want things to go at a reasonable pace unless/until Freddy demands otherwise.

But that’s another story.

[eileenjaneway]

I don't know what Robert Beltran said and I don't wanna know. I just want him to shut up and be pretty because I need my shipp j/c for at least 14 seasons of Star Trek Prodigy

Pleeeeeease Robert Beltran, pleeeeeease, just be like Chakotay, pleeeease

[aajjks]

scream baby!JK

did he really think you were gullible enough to believe that do-il was the killer? you noticed the buck 120 missing and neither you or do-il wielded such a specific knife except jungkook. do-il died as the serial killer when it was jungkook. you won’t allow an innocent man, a dead innocent man to be criminally charged with something he’s never done.

if you tread carefully, jungkook can become like putty in your hands. as they say, not all serial killers are smart and your dear friend must have one weakness that you can exploit but that’s not at the forefront of your mind at the moment.

right now, you’re screaming and crying at the flurry of emotions that come all at once. anger, betrayal, sadness, hurt. you feel it all and just by looking at jungkook’s smirking face, you grow angrier and angrier by the second.

his compliment does nothing to soothe your raging thoughts. a pretty crier? he even sounds like a psychopath. that’s because he is one.

he’s heartless and a manipulator.

that’s what hurts the most…

“love? LOVE?! you think this is love?! i will never ever love a monster like you. EVER!!” you cry at your ‘best friend’ who just stands and looks at you with the most nonchalant face. “fuck you jungkook. FUCK YOU!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASEEEEE!!!! HELP!!!!!”

you know screaming for help is pointless but someone will hear you…right? right?

you bang on the doors of the cage over and over and the banging does help release some of the anxiety piling in your body because of your desperation to find a way out; to scream for help.

“jungkook, please. PLEASE…please don’t do this okay? get me out of here. i won’t tell anyone, i swear. i’ll leave town, i won’t tell the police just get me out. GET. ME. OUT. pleeeeeease”

~🫧 ellooo :)

Are you seriously thinking that you know threatening to go to the police will help you get out of here? Why would you underestimate him like this?

You are annoying the fuck out of him because you’re screaming at him, and you broke his heart you just told him that you’re never going to love a psychopath like him… maybe you do deserve to rot in here for a few days maybe then you’ll understand just how better you are with him.

He needs to break you if he wants to have you.

“Shut up yn.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “ do you really think I’d give a fuck if you go and tell the police about me? Baby did you do that first of all you’d have to get out of here and the way you’re behaving with me that’s not possible.” Cannot help because you’re literally amusing him right now.

You’re just behaving like when a few of his victims that dared to fight back against him, thinking that they could actually make it out alive.

well they’re dead now. “Yn you are never getting out of here because you just refused to love me.” Jungkook is tapping his feet on the floor, looking at you with disappointment and boredom.

Your tears are actually exciting him even more he doesn’t feel bad for you, because.. you don’t understand him he thought that you would.

He has done this all for you. he has saved you from creeps so many times simply by choosing to eliminate them. You should be grateful to him, but right now here you are cursing him out and calling him a psycho.

Well, how long can you really do that? He knows you have a strong spirit, but he knows how to break you as well.

You have to love him, no matter what he can just kill you.

And then himself.

“Yn if you don’t love me, I’m going to kill you.”

[griffintail]

Fundy quietly sat down in his chair, carefully laying out the redstone as he worked.

A soft hand ruffled the fur between his ears before he knocked it away, staring into the smiling face as they glanced down at him. “What are you working on, llwynog?”

He huffed softly, but proudly showed off his work as the woman crouched next to him, a wing draping over his shoulder lightly. “It’s my new invention! It’s gonna be a super fun cart track!”

The woman let out a soft laugh, glancing over at him before gently knocking her shoulder to his. “Yeah? You have to let me ride it first, alright?”

The boy beamed hurriedly, nodding excitedly. “Yeah! You and me can go first, it’ll be great!”

She hummed, glancing down at his paper and pointing lightly. “That’s a pretty big free fall, master inventor. What’s the safety for that bit?”

He grinned toothily. “Isn’t.”

That got her to laugh again, settling into a sitting position next to him as she glanced at him. “Your father won’t be too fond of the idea-but lucky for you, it’s just you and me today. So-you want to work on building it?”

A familiar voice spoke outside the door, snapping Fundy to the present as he smoothed over the lines of his plan. “My little champion, hello! I’m here-”

“Both of you-Fuck off!” the hybrid called, ignoring the little voice that followed, growing more distant down the path.

-

Phil carefully let the two figures into the house, his eyes refusing to look at either as he gently shut the door, taking a deep breath. “Come along, Y/n!” His gaze snapped over to them, watching his son lead his little girl carefully along, holding her hand as he led her to settle on the log, placing her gently on his lap. Techno huffed, rolling his eyes as he ruffled the girl’s hair and glanced at Wilbur. “What are you planning.” The boy grinned, glancing at Y/n. “What are we planning, Roo?” The girl beamed back, clapping her hands. “Nothing!”

Phil moved over, gently clapping his hand on Wilbur’s beanie as he narrowed his eyes at the two. “Right, well, your nothing better not be as messy as your last nothing.” The little girl giggled as Wilbur blinked at Phil owlishly. “Why, father, whatever could you be referring to?” “What-what…ever…could you…be…referring to?” The girl chirped, her wings fluttering slightly as she stared up at Phil, trying to replicate her older brother’s innocent look. Techno groaned. “Wilbur, look at what you’re doing. Corrupting our baby sister.” She glanced over at him, worried, and he patted her head lightly. “Good pronunciation, Roo.” She beamed in response as Phil gently squeezed Will’s shoulders. “You’re a terrible influence.” He teased, and Wilbur laughed in response. “Well, someone has to be.” “Y/n, would you like to have lunch now or later?” Phil’s eyes grew glassy as he stared at the two figures in his Lmanberg home before he rushed upstairs, leaving the two alone, staring after him. 

-

Tommy sighed dramatically as he hefted up the little girl, shaking his head slowly. “Look how big you’re getting-stop growing.” He snorted, tossing her up a little and listening as she squealed before he set her down by the fire, settling on the log and sighing softly. The girl hurried over, gently tugging on Tommy’s sleeve. “Tommy-tommy, play with me!” He glanced over, startled, and glanced down at his little sister as she tugged on his arm. “Tommy, Tommy, please? Pleeeeeease? Pleeeeeeee-” He groaned and nodded. “Yes, alright, alright. Let’s play, okay?” He was secretly ecstatic, hopping up from his spot and leaning close to her. “You ready?” She nodded, beaming. “Uh huh!” “You suuuuure?” He hummed, leaning closer as she nodded hurriedly. “I’m suwe, I’m suwe!” He nodded before breaking into a grin, gently smacking his head and rushing off. “Tag!” The girl yelped, unhurt, before she was rushing after him, the two racing around the camp and weaving around their older siblings and Phil, the three grumbling as they tried to avoid them before Phil was pushing them both away from the tents. “Don’t go past the stream, but for your mother’s sake, stay out of the tent circle!” Another insistent tug on his arm and he looked down, swallowing thickly at the girl as she begged, puppy dog eyes in full effect. Tommy looked away, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “Sorry, blue. I’m too tired tonight.”

-

Techno slammed the axe into the dummy, pausing as he heard a little voice and applause from a short distance, turning to stare at a nervous ghost clutching onto his little girl’s shoulders. “Daddy’s wight, you’we supew good!” She beamed, watching Techno-he could see she was partially curious, but very nervous. He huffed softly, tugging the axe free and sheathing it as he moved over. “Yeah, I am.” He swept past them for the house, knowing they’d follow, pausing as he felt a little tug on his cloak-a shaky voice speaking up softly. 

“...can…you teach me?” Her voice quivered as he stared straight ahead.  “Please, Tekko? Teach me!” His little sister stared up at him with the sweetest eyes, her wings poofing behind her as she reached her arms up to him.

He grunted, shaking his head as he lifted her up, gently poking her nose with his finger. “Why don’t you ask dad to teach you?”

She whined, resting her head on his shoulder as he pouted. “But you’we the best, Tekko! The bestest evew!”

He grunted again softly, rolling his eyes. “I am, but-”

The girl, sensing further resistance, gripped his hand. “Please? Please, please, please!? Oh, please, please Tekko-!”

He groaned, placing his hand lightly over her face, causing her to giggle softly as he shook his head. “Alright, alright, I’ll teach you-now what is it you possibly want to know about sparring?”

Her eyes sparkled as she beamed at him, using her hands to part his fingers and stare at him. “Evewy’ting.”

The hybrid snorted, making his way to his home as he gritted his teeth. “Too young.” He muttered, shutting the door behind him as Ghostbur carefully gathered the girl into his arms as she began to cry, and the ghost tried to carefully wipe away the tears from the cold air.

“Daddy-daddy, why does evewyone hate me?” The ghost shook his head hurriedly, cooing to the girl as he stroked her hair and cheeks, holding her close and making his way back to Lmanberg.

“Nobody hates you, Little Boo-they-everybody loves you. Just wait until you meet your aunt! She’ll love you so, so much-the most! You’re named after her, you know?”

She sniffled, wiping at her nose as she stared at her attentive father. “...I know…promise she’ll like me?”

Ghostbur beamed in relief as he gently pressed blue into the girl’s hand, already happy to tell her all the stories he could remember. “I promise!”

-Lemon

You know when you feel this pit in your stomach from being sad? Yeah! THAT"S ME RIGHT NOW!

DAMN IT LEMON!

[twsted-princess]

🍫 urgh... I really don't have any preferances... what ship you feel like rn

Sure!!!

Pocky. A box of blueberry pocky. That's the reason why Julian was at Night Raven College for. Sony looked from the box to the demon. "You're kidding right?" he asked only to see him shake his head. "Nnnnnnnope! I just wanted to spend this special day with the one I love~♡" The ex-solider frowned before turning back to his paper. "Ya know if you really do love me, you'd leave so I can finish my work. In peace." But of course Julian didn't listen. Like a cat he slipped himself onto his dashing boyfriend, pocky stick already in his mouth. "I'm busy." Sony groaned as Julian gave him the puppy dog eyes. "Pleeeeeease? One little treat won't kill you~" There was a stare-off but Sony rolled his eyes. He ate the flavored treat with three bites before kissing Julian hard. Thus shutting the demon up at least for a while.