#saw this on twitter and tried to clean it up i think i got like 99% of all the specks it had

[kai-teaa]

CHOPPER GON AND LUFFY MY HEART

[fangirl-dot-com]

☀️Sons, Sons, and More Sons

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader Genre: Fluff/SMAU Summary: Ollie, Leo, Liam, who's next Oscar? Oh.

inspired by @pucksandpower 😊

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“CHARLES!”

The said Monegasque, who had been “innocently” snuggling his four-legged son, winced at the force and volume of your voice. 

He was currently going through everything that might have upset you in the past 20 minutes from when he got home to you just now getting out of the shower. Did he leave the toilet seat up again? Or did he forget to sort the laundry? Or maybe he didn’t clean up Leo’s toys from the bedroom? 

“Why is my Twitter blowing up?” 

Oh. That’s why. 

He whispered to Leo, “I’m in for it now.” 

And then in a louder voice he yelled, “Yes mon amour?” 

You rounded the corner of the hallway and stopped in the opening to the living room, crossing your arms. “Care to tell me why I’m getting tagged in almost every Twitter post about you adopting Oscar?” 

You wanted to break at the puppy eyes that your boyfriend was currently giving you, but you needed to stay strong. You needed to show that a man could not sway your feelings. Too bad that man was Charles Leclerc, the one that men and women alike fell to worship the ground beneath his feet. 

You couldn’t break. 

Charles brought his hand up to ruffle his hair, something he did to express some nervousness. 

“Cheri, it was just a joke. Oscar somehow finds heritage in a lot of countries. He just wanted to keep the joke going.” 

“So you decided to ‘adopt’ him so he can have another home race?” 

“Maybe?” 

“Don’t you already have enough sons anyway? I think four is too many or our house is going to overflow on family night.” 

Charles’s eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Four?” 

Now it was your turn to smirk. “Yes, four. Or are you too busy having fun with Leo to be a present father to your other two?” 

Charles tried to wrack his brain about who could be the other two. 

“Ollie?” 

“Bingo.” 

He leaned back into the couch, hands still gently petting Leo who had decided to fall asleep in the middle of his parent’s squabbles. The golden puppy was content on his dad’s warm chest, the rise and fall rocking him to sleep. 

The Ferrari driver sighed. “I don’t even know.” 

You waved your phone at him. “Twitter might be able to help you. I need to get dressed since I was rudely interrupted. I hope you find out before they get here for dinner.” 

Charles shot up making Leo yelp away from his nap. Now that he was really looking at you, he realized that you were just in a towel. A blush formed on his face, still having those boyish thoughts that he believed he was better than that. 

You walked over and bent down, face getting closer to his. 

Ah. You were going to forgive him and all would be right in the world once your lips met his. You wanted to laugh as you saw his eyes flutter shut, lips slightly puckering. 

Charles was wondering what was taking you so long when your finger touched his lips. His eyes shot open and he definitely did not whimper. You looked down at your fur-baby and gently picked him up, bringing Leo to your chest. 

“Twitter. Figure it out Leclerc.” 

Now a bit sullen, he watched you walk away. 

“Je t’aime!” 

He was responded to with a middle finger and the bedroom door slamming. A chuckle made its way from his chest as he brought his phone out. If there was one thing that you two did well, it was dramatics. 

Twitter was immediately opened once he got his phone out. He scrolled through all the tags before giving up and opening your profile. He winced at the sight of the white background, cursing his phone for updating and not keeping the dark profile. 

However, he couldn’t contain his laugh as he saw your new updated tweet. He leaned his head back, still giggling to himself. 

Charles knew that you two wanted kids at some point. But between his Formula 1 career and your business on the uprise, children really wouldn’t work well now. But deep down, he liked the idea of having a few grid kids. 

He took a minute to stop giggling before he continued his search. His eyes widened as he stopped on one of the family trees that some fan made. 

There was Leo, adopted by you and him. 

Then Ollie, who fans say that Charles conceived himself somehow. 

Oscar was newer, but still had the adopted dotted line. 

And then . . . 

Ooohhhhhhh, so that’s who he was missing. 

You took that moment to come out of the bedroom, hair now dry and fluffy from your Dyson. Leo was still in your arms, looking more awake than he had when he was with Charles. You sat down next to him, Charles taking the opportunity to put an arm around you, bringing you in closer. 

“You smell good amour.” 

You turned and smiled, leaning in to finally give him a kiss after a long day. 

“Thank you. It’s the lotion that you bought me.” 

He let out a low hum and just kept you in his arms. Leo was squirming a bit before he finally flopped over and settled in between your two bodies. 

“I figured out who our other son is.” 

Your head now rested in the crook of his neck. “Did you now.” 

“Yes. I am a stepfather to Liam?” 

Your shoulders shook with giggles. “Not the stepfather, but the father who stepped up.” 

“You spend way too much on Twitter.” 

You looked up at him, and Charles turned to look down at you. You leaned in closer to rub your noses together, giving him eskimo kisses. The Ferrari driver just closed his eyes and basked in the moment between you. 

There weren’t many times that he got something like this. So quiet and peaceful. His world was filled with so much noise. But here, he could melt into the quiet. 

“We should have dinner here with the boys after the Grand Prix on Sunday.” 

“That sounds nice. I can make the food.” 

You sat up slightly, elbow bent on the back of the couch and head resting on your hand. 

“You want to show off your cooking skills to your sons to prove that you can cook.”

Charles huffed. “I am the provider chéri.” 

You cocked your head at the Monegasque. “Whose name is on the lease mon bebe?” 

A huff was the answer, which made you cuddle Charles closer still being aware of the little baby between you. A small nip to your fingertip made you pick Leo up, now holding him close to your face. 

“Were you getting a bit jealous of papa ma petit amour?” you asked the blonde dachshund in a baby voice. If Charles wasn’t already fully in love with you, his love would have been solidified in this moment. 

While watching, he suddenly remembered something. “Oscar wanted to meet Leo in McLaren hospitality this weekend.” 

You turned with a raised eyebrow. “Why not Ferrari?” 

“Eh.” 

It was as if you had a lightbulb moment. “Ohhhhhhh, right. That makes sense. I can stop by and let you know when I get there.” 

What you hadn’t expected was to pick up Liam and Ollie on your way to the now green outside of the McLaren hospitality. Leo was still curled up in your arms, eyes blinking every so often. You knew that if it wasn’t so busy, the little puppy would be sound asleep. 

“He’s so cute,” Oscar said, walking forward and hands outstretched. You gently gave him over to the “older brother” of the three. 

Ollie laughed. “I know right. He’s so cuddly.” 

Liam joined in, “I don’t think I put him down the entire time I got to meet him.” 

Oscar stared at you three for a moment. “Yeah, you aren’t getting him back.” 

You shook your head. “Speak to your father first, Oscar.” 

Chuckles erupted from all around, making you laugh as well. You took your phone out and took a quick picture of Oscar holding Leo to post later. 

“Is dad on his way?” Ollie asked after sipping on his water bottle. 

You rolled your eyes. “Should be. Ah, there he is.” 

Charles stepped foot into the room and immediately found you surrounded by his “kids.” His heart may have melted seeing Leo flopped in Oscar’s arms. He gave you a kiss on your cheeks before he greeted the three. 

“This is hilarious,” he said, making everyone laugh yet again. 

You rested a hand on your forehead. “We’re just missing Liam’s dad, and then we’ll be one big happy family.” 

The Kiwi crossed his arms, but a giant smile was on his face. “So much for having a present father in my life. I’m jealous.” 

Charles gripped your waist and puffed his chest. “I’m not the stepfather, but the father that stepped up.” 

“Charles, no you aren’t. Can’t even handle three kids.” 

You and Charles turned around to see Max now stepping through the door. The Monegasque raised his eyebrow. 

“And you can?” 

You raised a hand. “That’s my que to leave. I will not be in the middle of a Lestappen-father showdown. Boys, you can follow me.” 

“Yes mum.”

“Lead the way.” 

“Can I still keep Leo?” 

Charles and Max gawked as the three older boys followed you like ducks in a row. After he got over the shock, the Ferrari driver was left with a love-sick smile on his face. 

“Yeah. I’m marrying her.” 

“Gross.” 

“Max. Shut up.” 

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y/nismother the mother is mothering

charliexy/n honestly, they all take after him so much. I need to go to twitter

olliebearman then what is the word you're looking for mom 🤨

liamlawson30 I knew she wasn't proud of us

oscarpiastri this is why dad is better

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olliebearman I take it back, mom is the best

oscarpiastri81 this is the best thing to happen this weekend

charles_leclerc my family 🫶

maxverstappen1 you stole my son from me.

liamlawson30 they had free ice cream 🤷

y/n_l/n 😊

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lestappenlove I love the entire family your honor

leclerc16charles does Leo need another sibling? cause I can bark

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[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

concubine

a/n: I got multiple drafts, but I saw a twitter post about male concubines so. Idk I think imma dedicate this writing to @adrawinggnome cuz fantasy

minors dni

He was much too old to be your pretty little bed-warmer, Phillip fully knew that. You could have tossed him out any time you wanted and replaced him with a pretty boy from anywhere you desired. But he kept begging you to keep him, and so you did.

it was no secret to the courts or to the other concubines of your that phillip was your favorite by far, and he was very proud in showing the fact. He’d do about anything to keep his lavish spoiled life- and of course, to keep being around you. Every passing day he spent with you had made him more and more desperate for your love, your comfort, and so he did what he could to earn it. Did everything to be praised by you, for that was the best feeling in the world to him. A simple touch and a whispered word would have him chubbing up in his silken robes that you has treated him to years ago.

he was the one you sent letters to while away. He was the one who got to sleep in your lavish bed the most. He was the one to get to be fucked stupid every time you came home from war or bustling social events

and luckily for him tonight was one of said nights. The maids had gossiped and whispered about your arrival and your mood of pent up anger from the moment you stepped inside, by the time it reached phillip? He was scrambling to get himself ready, anticipating you trudging up the steps as he tried in a hurry to clean the wine stain off his robe, to try and look perfect for you, and to make your royal bed made; since he had slept in it for half the day because he had simply missed you too much

he was frantically scurrying around till he froze, hearing the door slam open as you collapsed onto your silken bed, your armor making a sickening crack against the bed frame. You seemed more exhausted than you ever had before. Phillip, being the perfect boy he was, straddled you softly and kissed you all over, leaving pretty little smudged marks of his lipstick- a lipstick you had bought him while at a market across the damn continent of course

he took off each piece of your armor while peppering your jaw and neck with kisses, letting you rest your sore muscles while he got you more comfortable. slowly but surely stripping you down to nothing and humming at the sigh of relief at his pretty lips mouthing at your half hard cock. He truly couldn’t get enough of you- your taste, your smell, your look. If he could choose, he’d die happily right in your arms; and what better way to show that then serving you like you deserve?

Phillip mouthed and kissed your tip until you were fully hard, before softly taking you all into his mouth, leaving a bright red ring around your base from his lipstick, his cheeks hollowed out and his throat spasming around your member- he could feel the tears start to dot his lashes, not that he minded.

he desperately grinded against the soft bed as he worked himself up and down, his lips stretched around your erection, teasing you with little licks and kisses on your tip every time he pulled off to catch himself from choking too badly, always wiping the slight drool and pre sliding across his jaw, smudging his lipstick.. a shame really. But at least he looked adorable under you, messy from his blonde hair to his now red cheeks from the soft tears that slid down his face

he whimpered and whined as you tugged his hair softly to rut into his throat, cumming in his silk robes when he felt you tense and paint his throat white, pulling himself off and panting, whining to go again because he ‘wasn’t ready’

he really was a brat, and one spoiled by you and you alone. And he loved you more then he cared to admit

[lemonlover1110]

She’s Everything. He’s Just Ken.

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Summary: Kento is a stay-at-home husband for a wife who seems to have multiple jobs

Warnings: Pure Fluff

*just a drabble, and if you couldn’t tell I’m very excited for the barbie movie

Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi

The moment Kento got married, his wife assured him that she’d be able to handle all the costs of the house. Kento never really got to know her job, and it seemed like she was job hopping from time to time. Sometimes he thought she was a doctor, and other times he swore he saw her wearing an astronaut suit.

Either way, Kento never really worried because his wife managed to pay for everything. And now he’s like a trophy husband, which he doesn’t mind. He gets to sit back and relax while his wife pays for everything. But of course, he has to make sure everything is ready for his wife.

“Blissa, get down from the fridge.” Kento lectures the cat, however, she stays in her place. Kento tries to get her to come down, but he fails. He’s not going to get on top of the counter to get her to come down– But he ends up getting on top of the counter to pick her up and bring her down to the floor. He has nothing better to do anyway. She ends up going elsewhere, probably to the living room to scratch the couch.

“Stupid cat.” He mutters, although he adores that cat more than anything. Blissa is what keeps him company while his wife is out working some thrilling and exciting job. He looks for the recipe book to start making a cake, since he has nothing else to do. He already cleaned, did laundry, organized everything– He can’t think of anything else he could do.

“Kento! I’m home!” You yell, and he stops looking for the recipe book and walks to the front door. He greets you with open arms, and you run to hug him and kiss him. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, honey.” He responds as he takes your purse from your hands and puts it away. “How was work?”

“Work was great.” You answer. “What about you?”

“Everything is great…” He says, knowing he hasn’t done much while you’re probably out there saving the world. “I was about to make a cake, do you want to join me?”

“Sure.” You smile and you follow him to the kitchen. He begins to look for the recipe book while you wash your hands. He finds the recipe book and turns to the right page, and you begin to bake.

It becomes too much for you quickly. You instead end up sitting down on the kitchen island as you watch your husband do all the baking. You cheer him on and he just laughs. “So what were you doing at your job today?”

“You know.. This and that.” You respond, watching your husband crack two eggs into the pink bowl. “Just a little flying and—“

“Flying?” Kento interrupts and you furrow your eyebrows before nodding in response. “What do you do, honey? I thought you were a doctor.”

“I’m a pilot, baby. I thought you knew that.” You nonchalantly answer, as if it’s something so logical. He doesn’t understand how you’re here now. Maybe it just wasn’t a long flight. You were gone a reasonable amount of hours, so Kento tries to make sense of it all.

He pecks your lips and mutters an apology, and you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him into a more heated kiss. As much as he doesn’t want to pull away, he still has to finish baking a cake for you. You’ll continue later. He tries to turn away so you won’t see his pink cheeks.

“Did you say hi to Blissa?” Kento questions and you shake your head. You begin to call for her,

“Tsk tsk tsk, come here kitty.” You say as you pat the space next to you on the island. It lets Kento know why Blissa is always climbing the counters. Blissa ends up climbing the counter, and Kento doesn’t say anything because in the end, you pay for everything. Although he does side-eye as you pet the cat.

“I’m thinking about quitting my job.” You share while Blissa purrs under your hand.

“And doing what?” He asks as he looks for a container for the cake.

“Becoming an envelope licker.” You answer, making Kento hold back a laugh. He stops looking for a container and walks towards you. He cups your face before pecking your lips.

“This is why I love you, honey.”

[oggirlboss]

༺ ♰ ༻ sicko fantasies ༺ ♰ ༻

pairing[s]: yandere!janitor!levi ackerman x afab!student!reader

warning[s]: flirtatious behavior, power imbalance, m!masturbation, voyeurism, age gap, and hella weird so read at your own risk.

summary: levi ackerman has to supervise a certain brat in detention. needy little virgin hours ensue before school is in session.

note[s]: no beta, we die like carla.

word count: 3k

art belongs to columbo on twitter (i still refuse to call it x)

levi ackerman is a sick, twisted, little fuck of a man. the exact kind of gross dude that forced schoolgirls to have a dress code. he couldn't stop himself from looking up girls skirts when he knelt down to pick up their trash, or avoid looking down girls shirts when they leaned over to wash their hands in the sink. he didn't even regard his perversion as an awful thing. after all, there are other guys out there who let their obsessions go to the absolute extreme, their crimes delving into horrendous depths like rape and murder. levi could never imagine such things happening, the thought made him sick to his stomach. he wasn't that bad... was he?

 principle erwin certainly didn't think so. he's known about levi's little habit since grade school, but that didn't stop him from writing levi a letter of recommendation and convincing the board of regents to hire him as the primary janitor at shiganshina high school. surely if erwin thought he was so bad he would have tried to protect the girls of the school from him, right?

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it wasn't like all of his attention was centered on one individual, levi knew that type of behavior was out of the question. he was just liked looking that was all, he didn't have the skills to actually approach one of these girls. despite these perversions, he was disgusted by men that touched girls. the ones who prey on the vulnerable, whose sickly minds allow them to prey on girls and use their positions of power and authority to manipulate these girls into doing whatever they want. to use them however they want. levi didn't think he was like that at all.

but he did take a great interest in you during your sophomore year. you probably got put into detention for a stupid reason, and he couldn't help but sympathize with you. he figured that you got caught doing something mildly dangerous by an administrator and shoved into detention with the rest of the rejects. except since it was nearing the end of the year, all the other teachers didn't even bother to put their students in detention. they dished out more tame punishments to their students and basically took it easy for the last stretch of work until summer break. the teachers were just as fed up with their jobs as the students were with their mundane classes. you, unfortunately, were the unwritten exception to this unspoken rule, and as a result you were the only one sitting in a desolate cafeteria.

that was the first time levi truly paid attention to you. you were a shy kid, you mostly kept your head down and didn't talk much. he had seen you around before and he figured that it'd be creepy if he struck up a conversation before going off to clean the bathrooms in the teacher's lounge. as soon as he saw your silk-smooth skin peeking out of your too short shorts, he knew he'd need to find an excuse to spend more time with you.

"oi! brat." he spoke calmly, feigning disinterest when his heart was beating out of his chest. "i'm your assigned supervisor for detention. you can start by picking up a rag and some disinfectant to wipe down all the tables and chairs." his stomach lurched at the lie, this was exhilarating. he watched you hurry to do as he commanded, feeling pride swell in his chest. you believed him. he was a trusted adult, and his authority in the matter didn't need any questioning.

"i was told professor miche would be in charge of detention today." levi pondered on a good response, but he couldn't stop mulling over the fact that bastard had snatched you up first. miche would have had you all to himself if levi hadn't spoken up just now

"miche couldn't make it on time, so i'm here to cover for him." levi had a teasing tone in his voice, a smile ghosting his fine features for less than a second. "now are you going to stand around looking pretty, or are you going to get to work?" his taunt didn't have much of an effect on you as you marched up to his supply cart and snatched up a rag and some random chemical mix. "no no no. that won't do." levi sauntered towards you, snapping the rim of his plastic gloves as he did so. "you can't use furniture polish for cleaning surfaces. while the lemony scent does have it's perks, a bleach based product would help you much more." your eyebrows furrowed as you nodded. maybe you could learn something from his guidance, after all, he was a professional.

"alright. will clorox work?" you picked up the product by its handle and squeaked as you gripped the hilt, causing a foamy string of liquid to burst from its container.

"hey, hey, no funny business." levi smirked at your playful tenacity. you were so much more fun than he'd thought you would be. "who even taught you how to clean?" he scoffed in a light-hearted manner.

"i guess i'm self taught, but i always get the job done good enough." you smiled at him as you sprayed the different tables and wiped them down with an old blue rag.

"well maybe your good enough isn't good enough for me and my standards." levi hovered over your shoulder, carefully observing your movements. he wrapped himself around you, pressing his chest against your back and helping you grasp your hand around the rag. "move your arm in a circular motion, but don't press too hard into the wood, you'll tire yourself out too quickly that way." you carefully listened to every word he said, this is a learning experience, isn't it? this knowledge came straight from the mouth of a professional, you'd be absolutely daft to not pay attention to him. but it didn't help that he was easy on the eyes or that you could feel his muscles flex through your clothing. he was undeniably attractive and it was hard for you not to entertain the notion. his sharp breath ghosted the skin behind your ear.

"what sort of cleaning products do you use at home?" his question and his proximity startled you.

"um, i use the mr. clean stuff. my mom thought that their super bowl commercial from a few years ago was the epitome of comedy ."

"tch." you could feel his grip tighten on your hand as he shook his head. you frowned at his reaction.

"well what's that supposed to mean?" he sighed before spiraling into a lecture.

"mr. clean, although sexy in his own right, is much too expensive. especially those magic erasers of his. they are outrageously overpriced, and they're not even real magic." your nose crinkled as you snickered at his joke, and his face lit up in a blush. "they're uh, they're made of uh sodium bisulfite copolymer, and it's ridiculously cheap. for half the price, you can buy ten times the amount that damned company scams you with."

"i suppose that's one of the many miracles of capitalism." levi's deep chuckle vibrated through your back. his presence was comforting, and it was beyond a relief to have such a friendly person around, even if it will only last the span of detention.

"you're funny." he leaned into the crook of your neck and lightly sniffed the perfume you'd applied earlier that morning. it's probably for that bastard, miche. levi did his best to shake that thought out of his head, and hurriedly stepped away from you.

"is everything alright, sir?" you threw your rag down, abandoning your place at the table and rushed to his side. your hand rested on the bare skin of his arm, and your eyes widened seeing levi acting so odd. he was perfectly fine seconds ago, it was hard to understand how this change could have taken place so quickly. "you look very pale." before he could blink the backs of your fingers were pressed against his clammy forehead and he was in heaven. he basked in the attention you were giving him, and in this shaken state narrowly avoided lathering you with the same touching care.

"yes, yes." levi cradled his head in his hand, and stared up at you with his hair falling into his eyes. "it's just a little headache, it's no problem." he frequently struggled with migraines, but those were nothing compared to whatever was coming over him now.

"well, i have some extra tylenol in my purse, i can go back to my locker and get some." you couldn't register the speed with which he reached out and held your wrist in an iron grip.

"no." his voice was gravelly, like a frog was caught in his throat. "don't leave. it's really nothing." he smiled to comfort you but it only did the opposite. there was a glint in his eyes that made you want to run away and never come back. you reluctantly agreed to stay with him, and worked through the rest of your detention in relative silence.

the following morning you were called into professor miche's office over the intercom. there were oohs and aahs from your classmates and a resounding thunder of commentary.

"i don't think y/n has ever gotten in trouble before." armin spoke to himself.

"she isn't going to be able to worm her way out of his one." snickered to her friends.

"how much you wanna bet she's screwing him to get a better grade?" reiner joked as berholdt berated him for making assumptions. wrong. wrong. wrong.

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you slammed your fists on the table, effectively silencing the chatter. you didn't bother to push your chair back in as you raced down the hallway to pound on miche's office door. you heard a sigh from inside as he beckoned you inside. his menacing figure towered over you

"it's not polite for you to skip out on detention, l/n. where were you for our session?"

"well, you would know if you weren't tardy for detention, sir." you smiled in an effort to brush off the discomforting feeling his stare brought you. miche leaned down to your level and violently sniffed the air around you. "i was with the janitor, you told him to fill in for you. does that ring a bell?" you could care less if you were sounding rude, but his questioning was getting tedious.

professor miche sneered down at you, mulling over the consequences that would be brought down upon you if he discovered this was a lie. "is this true, levi?" your eyes widened as turned around to see levi leaning on the handle of his cart. the hallway was utterly devoid of people, and you didn't understand how you didn't hear his footsteps or the squeak of the wheels on his cart. it's like he was invisible the entire time, appearing silently like a ghost. levi cleared his throat as he stared back at miche.

"quite so, yes. she worked very well under my guidance." he let his gaze drop to the ground as he licked his lips. "it makes me wish that miss l/n could get detention more often so i could have some help keeping this place tidy." he absentmindedly swiped two fingers over miche's name card that hung on his office door. "she worked well, and i'm sure she'll learn from the experience." miche scowled at levi, something was off about him. while the two of them weren't particularly close, he could certainly tell if something was wrong. he'll have to report this to principle erwin, if only to ease his conscience. "well, if that's everything, i suppose i'll be on my way." you gave levi a little smile and mouthed a quick thank you before he set off down the hallway with his cart.

the rumbling of the wheels echoed through the empty hallway as he moved closer and closer to the bathrooms he'd set out to clean. his cart was placed to the right of the entrance to the boy's bathroom and upon entering he was greeted with the welcoming scent of orange spice. levi took great care to make sure he was alone in that bathroom before he retreated into the furthest stall. he undid the buttons of his pants and slid them down his milky thighs until they rested around his ankles. he ran a swift hand through his silky black hair as he gripped the base of his cock tightly, gently smoothing over the thick skin and working to calm his unsteady breathing. he's never been this wound up during his work hours, but he had a feeling that this was soon going to be a normal occurrence. his brain began to wander away from the bathroom stall as he thought back to the porn he'd watched in his car before he came into work. he imagined the movements of the female model's body beneath the man, and how her body shook with every impact of their hips. his manhood twitched in excitement as he thought of her y/h/c hair that laid spread across her red pillows, but that was too perfect. it wasn't dirty enough for him. he needed the real deal, but nobody wanted to touch an old man, and they certainly didn't want to touch someone as creepy as levi ackerman. so he had to resort to doing it himself.

his hand stilled, cock sitting at attention against his pale stomach. he ran a finger over the mushroom-like head and began to roughly fist his cock like a madman. his eyes clenched shut as he tried to think of something that would get him off. the first thought that came to his mind wasn't even erotic, but it gave him a renewed vigor and sent a primal ache coursing through his aching cock. he wondered how you would look sleeping. you have to be the most heavenly creation in existence, vulnerable and at peace while you dream. it would only be too easy to get into the file cabinets that contain thee student records and discover your place of residence, and finally be blessed by the sight of you snuggled into your bed with your stuffed animals cradled to your chest. he could shimmy your cute pajama shorts off your body and press his hot tongue against your cunt. it'd be slimy and wet and lewd and absolutely gross. and he'd love every goddamn minute of it. your face would be flushed red and sweat would bead your forehead as you unconsciously rut against his mouth. he wants your juices to lather his lips and hold your breasts in a death grip as he makes you squirt onto his waiting tongue. he wants to be 𝖘𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 to you, and spoil you in every way imaginable. he wants to spear you on his cock and bury his head in your breasts, smothering himself and coating the valley between the two mounds on your chest with a mixture of his heavy drool and your wet release. he'll pump you full of his cum until you're absolutely bursting and pull up your panties to hide his mess. he'll sneak out your window and drive home while you lay in warm in your bed with your face shoved into your pillow.

he lets out a heavy groan as he brings his hand to his mouth to bite on his knuckles to stop any sound from escaping his treacherous mouth. he began to imagine what you would look like if you gave him a handjob. would you be slow and tentative? or would you opt to beat his manhood dry? no doubt your delicate fingertips would feel like heaven on earth, and your soft breath would hit his cheek as you focused on bringing him immense pleasure. he heard the door to the bathroom open, but he couldn't break free from his lusty haze. his mind was too focused on the constant phap phap phap of his hand beating against his manhood to register the footsteps that slowly neared the stall he occupied. a hand pressed against the unlocked door to fully expose levi's perversions to the open air. he looks up to see erwin staring down at him, a disappointed look coating the principle's face. no words were spoken as levi continued his assault on his cock. a broken cry left his lips as he threw his head back, eyes clamped shut as he felt his creamy cum shoot out onto his shirt and hand.

"really, levi?" his eyebrows furrowed as levi looked him dead in the eye. "the boy's bathroom?" levi groaned at his question, not bothering to answer before bending over and pulling up his pants. levi had no shame, and certainly not in front of erwin.

levi laughed as he wiped the cum off his hand with toilet paper. "would you prefer i did it in the girl's?" his bland retort left a dumbfounded erwin unable to move from where he stood. levi used that moment of shock to escape from the stall and out into the hallway. he was going to enjoy this newfound sense of freedom.

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yeonjun knew sex like he knew the back of his hand. he was so good at it, too good that you began wondering about his experience. it didn't bother you that yeonjun seemed to know more than you did, it could just get uncomfortable when you tried taking the lead.

you were on the bed, playing games on yeonjun's phone as he cleaned the kitchen up and showered. having that trust always made you happy, even if all you did was help him with his daily quests on each game he had downloaded. you were having fun, until a notification popped up—someone replying to a tweet yeonjun posted. you didn't even think he had twitter.

'so hot 😍' it read.

your blood boiled, skin turning hot. jealousy. who could possibly be commenting on his posts? what did he post to receive such a comment? you felt guilty pressing on it but that didn't stop you. the twitter app opened, and you were met with the exact comment you saw that got you here under yeonjun's tweet.

'new vids up! subscribe for better content 😉💦' with a picture of his cock laying against his stomach.

it just didn't make sense. all this time yeonjun was basically a pornstar and you had no idea about it—and you knew for a fact that was your boyfriend's body, you've seen it way too much and know it all too well.

"alright, finally done babe. what're we watchin'?" yeonjun asked, entering the room with a big smile.

your expression didn't match though, you had tears swelling in your eyes when you looked up at him, cheeks burning with your hands shaking trying to hold the phone.

"baby?" yeonjun called out to you, noticing your discomfort.

"yeonju—un," you start, voice shaky and mind filled with everything but answers, answers you needed, "are you... selling yourself online?"

"give me that," yeonjun said, arm stretching to snatch the phone from your hands.

he looks down to see what you had come across, his heart falling straight to his ass. it wasn't that he didn't want to tell you, he just didn't know how to bring it up without possibily blowing things up.

"i do live streams once a week where i... you know... and people pay to see that," he admits, "and on my days off i post onlyfans content."

"when did you plan on telling me?" you asked, voice going out slightly.

"someday... it just wasn't easy," yeonjun says, coming to sit beside you on the bed. he looked down talking about the situation and that only hurt you more, "i been doing this for nearly three years and it ruined my last relationship, so i stayed single for a while and slept around."

a part of you had sympathy for him, even after being angry that he kept this from you for so long and possibly longer if you hadn't found out tonight.

"i just didn't want you to feel weirded out and make me quit or worse, leave me," he adds on. he sounded genuine and your heart broke at the fact that yeonjun didn't trust you because of his past.

"what makes you think me out of all people would judge you? i'm nothing like your past girlfriends, yeonjun. i know you, i trust you." you responded, reassuringly. you give gentle to rub his shoulder in a way of telling him you were no longer mad. of course, you didn't appreciate that he wasn't vocal about the secret occupation, but you understood why he wasn't, "and as long as it's only for the money and you're not secretly having feelings for all the people that give you it," you add.

"never," yeonjun turns his head, big eyes looking at you lovingly, "only you."

"okay," you reply. your worries faded away, leaving your body and turning into sudden need, "let's film something then."

"wai— what?" yeonjun's innocent and loving expression snapped into confusion.

"you need some content, don't you? i can help you out," you suggested, hand moving up and down his arm and perching up onto his shoulder.

his eyes shifted to a darker shade, heart nearly beating out of his chest. he didn't expect that him confessing would go well, especially not this well. everyday he worried about telling you, feared that you'd kick him to the curb and make him feel bad about himself—that fear was no longer present.

"god, you have never seemed hotter than you do right now," yeonjun said before chasing your lips and messily kissing you.

your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down with you on the matress, his limbs tangling with yours once your bodies mesh together. yeonjun didn't waste a single second, dipping his fingers into your shorts immediately and collecting your dripping essence.

a moan slips from your mouth straight into his, the pads of his fingers toying with your clit, teasing you more each time he moved lower with the tips of his fingers slightly entering you.

"fuck, j-jun, need you," you whine, jerking up into his palm.

yeonjun trails kisses along your jawline, down to your neck and collarbone, lips taking in some of your skin to suck roughly. his fingers moved in faster circles against your bud, causing him to feel more eager that his was gently humping your thigh as he grew harder.

you were whining needily, just wanting to feel his cock stretching you open. he sat up, pulling his hand out of your shorts, soon removing them from your body and spreading your legs for him to sit in between.

"so wet already, barely even touched you," he teases. bullshit.

your clit was throbbing in anticipation, hole opening and closing with each deep breath you took. yeonjun was in a hurry trying to get the knot in his sweatpants untied, his struggle being pretty obvious to you.

you sat up, replacing his hands with yours, taking the strings between your fingers and untying them slowly as you looked up at him with big eyes. fuck, if he wasn't already hard enough.

yeonjun bends down to kiss you, chin between his fingers. you were stripping him from his sweats and boxers, his cock sprung up and you were quick to grab ahold. you pumped it gently up and down then slowly falling back until your back hit the mattress, bringing yeonjun with you.

"have i told you how much i love you?" yeonjun breaks from the kiss—his pretty lips all pink and swole.

"many times," you giggle, "but i'd like if you showed me."

yeonjun grins, quick to take your hand off of him, snatch you shirt from you and angle his tip near your entrance. the light stretches from his cock being pushed further into you made your body feel ecstatic and you were clinging onto him in an instant.

no matter how many times yeonjun fucked you, you'd still feel numb with each inch that entered you, surprised from his size but taking it so well.

"daddy's tight little pussy feels so good every time," yeonjun whispers into your ear, leaving a wet kiss behind.

yeonjun draws his hips back, pushing back into you and repeating this until you cry out for more. his fingers meet your clit again as he fucked you slightly faster. you were moaning loud, causing yeonjun's ears to ring—but he didn't even mind, the sounds you made because of his doing was like an ego boost.

this soon reminds him of your suggestion, before you two had even got here in the first place. he was letting his dick think too much for him that he completely forgot your original agreement.

he sits up and takes your hips into his hands to keep you steady once he picked up the pace, making you clench down on his cock tightly.

"lights, camera, action, my love," yeonjun says, picking up his phone and switching to the camera app.

yeonjun clicks the red button, beginning to record the sight, so sinful and messy. he smiles watching your pussy take his cock on his phone that captured it so well.

"fuck baby, look so fucking hot taking my dick like this," he says. you'd think it was all talk for the camera if wasn't for how he already acted during your times alone.

he was filthy, loved expressing how he was feeling and giving you a verbal visualization of what he could see at the moment. to see you like this as he records, knowing he'd get to keep it for himself gave him—this new rush of adrenaline and he's soon pounding into your dripping cunt, unholy noises echoing off the four walls surrounding you.

your hands scrambled any and everywhere to find something to claw onto, finding yeonjun's waist and sinking your nails deep. yeonjun let out a gasp, strangely enjoying this newfound pain that didn't necessarily hurt—it felt good. really fucking good.

"oh, baby," he moans breathlessly.

you couldn't see him due to your eyes being snapped shut and you could just barely open them, but you knew he looked good. sweaty and strong as he fucked you into bliss.

"har—harder," you sigh, both your hands now clawing at his abdomen.

you sounded so cute when you'd beg, felt even better when he knew you wanted to be more verbal for the sake of the content—loud and uncontrollable moans even louder now that you were being filmed.

yeonjun slid his thighs from under your to further get comfortable and fuck you properly. you were now lying flat against the mattress, thighs spread and his fingers on your sensitive bud. he pulled his hips back, slamming back into you repeatedly, "such a slut for daddy, aren't you?"

"mhm—" you hum in response, yelping when yeonjun slaps your inner thigh.

"words." he warns through his teeth.

"yes, daddy," you moan, hips jerking up to feel more friction.

yeonjun being mean to you did something to you that you couldn't explain, it was hard to in words. he was already hot, but he was so much hotter when speaking to you like that—making you feel so guilty for being a slut, something he turned you into.

not a day went by where you didn't think about his bare skin on display for you as he's drilling into you with his fat cock, reaching every spot inside you as possible.

you both admired each other with no clothes on, that's why most of the time they were off. something about your tits pressed against his chest, close in all ways gave him joy because he knew he only got this. this made him cocky, treating your body like no other and knowing he's the only one that can feel you this way.

yeonjun didn't try to hold back any longer, going from low grunts to even louder groans. he was destroying you in the best way possible, not even just because you were being recorded, but because you most definitely deserved it. he has never had someone like you, someone so supportive and loving, making him feel like the only man in the world and fucking him good while doing so.

his followers were infact aware of his relationship status, but he kept that part of himself private. he only ever posted and talked about himself, never hooked up with someone else only for onlyfans content before you two got together. even now, he felt like he was taking away some of your privacy because he genuinely did keep you secret for the most part.

yeonjun could feel himself repeatedly twitch inside you, warm walls feeling incredible sucking him in and dripping more by the second. you felt brain dead, drooling from the mouth and high-pitched moans escaping your throat.

the room was hot, you weren't sure if it was just your skin or it was the mixture of sweaty bodies and hot breaths that caused the room to warm up how it did.

you could feel that knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter, you were a moaning mess, babbling some incoherent things but yeonjun knew that meant you were enjoying it because you were turning stupid.

"dumb little slut, so hungry for me," yeonjun says, a whimper falling from his mouth when you clench again. he was plowing into like he'd be the last time, you just felt even better than you have before that it was driving yeonjun insane, "shit, i'm gonna cum—want it, baby?"

"so, s—s bad, p-please fill me up daddy," you struggle to say, which pushed him further—he appreciated your manners even when you could barely talk.

he grins, only something you could see, with his hand all over you to touch every inch of your torso as possible. his other hand was gripping tightly on his phone where he watch the scene rip before his eyes. your breasts bounced with each aggressive thrust he sent into you.

"daddy—" you whine, your brain was so fuzzy that his name was the only thing that came to mind along with swears falling from your mouth.

yeonjun grunted, louder and louder until he got to his high. so very close and he just wanted to feel you full of his cum, belly bulging from the amount he was soon to let out. his size already doing that and the camera catching it so well.

"so fucking sexy," yeonjun slurred his words, grabbing the back of one of your thighs and pushing your knee to your chest.

you felt him twitch again, thrusts get sloppy. he circled his hips and hit your g-spot roughly, cursing a few more times and then painting your velvet walls.

"oh my god—" you cry out, hands going down to stop him from moving further but he just kept the same pace.

you came in an instant, the fullness yeonjun was providing you overwhelming you. the sounds he made too—he sounded so god damn good.

"mhm, cum baby~" yeonjun cooed, "just like that, such a good whore for your junnie."

you lost track of your breathing, not knowing how to do a thing. he fucked you dumb daily, yet this was different—the fact that he had a camera on you capturing it all for anyone to watch but at the end of the day, you were only his, and he treated your body with such care even when being rough.

yeonjun catches his breath, turning off his phone and throwing it to the side. he leans down and kisses you, your arms and legs wrapping around his long stature.

"you... are so fucking amazing," yeonjun praises, kissing your nose, "i'll be more honest from now on, like i have something else to confess..." it scared you because, what else could he be hiding? your anxiety drifted away once you saw that beautiful smile of his play along his face, "that was probably the best sex we've ever had," he admits.

"glad we think alike, choi," you smile, pecking his nose as he did to you and soon his pouty lips. it was gentle but messy, having the urge to clench on his cock that had begun softening.

"are you leading me on so i'll fuck you again, hm?" he tilted his head slightly, dark gaze burning a hole through you.

"not that i'm asking for it," you trail on, trying to look away and hide your smile and light teasing you were so obviously doing to him.

yeonjun grew hard again from your clenching, thrusting up into you and grabbing your body until it was pressed against his, arm wrapped tightly around your waist, "oh you're asking for it."

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Wardaddy

Summary: Reader finds out she's pregnant  after she lost her title at double or nothing. Will the nickname she jokingly gave her boyfriend “Wardaddy” gain a whole other meaning?  

An: I found this fit in my drafts, wrote it months ago but for some reason never published it? Enjoy, and pls remember to give Wardlow requests in my inbox

Word count: 1132

Main Masterlist Wardlow Masterlist

The internet was a weird place. You always hated the bird app with all of its negativity and BS but here you were scrolling on twitter after you found out why you were trending.  

Your face was shocked when you saw the amount of negative comments regarding your relationship with Wardlow. Sure he was 8 years older than you but for the most part everyone had been supportive of it. It was the AEW locker room who kept trying to set the two of you up for the longest time. You were quite confused on why all of a sudden it was now they were concerned with it. A few months ago you were deemed the power couple of all elite wrestling, on the top of the company both of you holding championships. You had just ended a feud with your real life best friend Britt Baker and her long time boyfriend Adam Cole. 

The fans loved it, mixed tag matches were surprisingly uncommon in aew so when they became a regular occurrence in your feud the fans were quick to eat it all up.

Having had enough of social media for the day you stepped into catering for the first time after losing your championship  two weeks ago at double or nothing. You ran into Britt who had beat you in a no DQ match for the women's championship. 

“Sup, Champ” You called to your friend

“Hey Mama, how’s it going” Britt replied back

“Not much, I'm literally starving. I’ve been oddly hungry the past few days and more bloated than usual.” you said hand on your stomach looking at all of the different options catering had to offer. 

Britt laughed, handing you a plate. The two of you got some food before you found somewhere quiet to eat. Far away from all of the cameras and wrestlers. While you enjoyed your food Britt asked you…

“How’s your shoulder doing?” 

“It can be better, still hurts like a son of a bitch though” you replied, looking down at your shoulder that had been taped together in a million different ways

“Sorry about that again” She apologized knowing she was the cause of your injury

“Why are you sorry, shit happens.” You said a little bit confused on why she kept apologizing. The injury wasn’t even her fault. You were the one that called out the spot with the steps. 

“Medical won’t clear me quite yet, hopefully within the next few weeks or so” you responded oddly calmly, secretly upset you weren't able to compete in the show tonight. 

“Good luck out there tonight, tho. I hope you kick Thunder Rosa’s Ass!” 

“I will don’t worry” Britt responded laughing 

Time skip: 4 weeks later 

“Is it still that bad?” Your boyfriend Wardlow called through the door of your hotel bathroom. 

“I feel like my insides are falling out” you said in agony clutching your stomach as you threw up whatever you had left in your stomach. 

“Can I come in?” he asked nervously 

“No! I'm hideous go away” your words laced with venom as they left your lips. 

The medical staff had finally cleared you to return on this week's episode of Dynamite but your body had other ideas. You felt like you were dying and your poor boyfriend had no idea what to do. He tried his very best and you appreciated it but it came to the point where you just wanted to be alone. You cleaned up and finally stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by Wardlow. He handed you some fresh clothes. As you were putting on your shirt you looked down at your stomach.

“Did I gain weight” you said as you looked in the mirror

“I think you look fine Y/N” Wardlow replied annoyed you would ask such a question 

“No honestly, I think I did” 

“Y/N, your probably just bloated” he replied rolling his eyes

“Whatever” you scoffed 

You arrived to the arena, looking and feeling like shit. You decided to stop by the doctor to let them know that you weren't feeling the best, all it took was one of the doctors to look at the dark circles under your eyes and pale look in your skin to deem you uncleared for the show tonight. It made you feel like shit, working hard with physios to get your shoulder better only to catch some bug before your return. Thankfully Britt wasn’t booked for the show tonight so the two of you could hang out and watch the show from one of the skyboxes in the arena. 

“So you are still not feeling good?” Britt asked, curiously 

“Yep, I don’t know how this is even possible but I feel like I’m getting worse” You told her truthfully. 

“When was the last time you got your period?” Britt asked, shit, you never even thought about that

“Ummm maybe a few months ago” 

“Have you ever thought that you might be pregnant?” 

“I mean we are careful but that would explain a lot of things”  

“Since we both have nothing to do, how bout we leave the arena, grab a few tests and we can go back to the hotel and see. I’m sure you don’t want to take a test in the locker room with all those nosey people” 

That is exactly what the two of you did, you told your respective partners to meet back at the hotel and let everyone else know that you would be hedging out for the evening. You and Brit ended up getting four different kinds of tests and a few goodies to bring back to the hotel. Unfortunately a fan recognized the two of you at the CVS that just so happened to be next to your hotel. Lying, you said the pregnancy tests were for a segment for the next BTE, now you somehow would have to tell the bucks to include some kind of skit involving pregnancy tests in next week's episode to keep true to your lie. 

Currently you and Britt sat on top of the hotel bed, munching on some chips as you both stared at the blinking screen of the pregnancy test. “How long is this going to take? I feel like we have been sitting here forever” You asked Britt. “According to this it says 5 minutes” Britt responded. 

Just then the test stopped flashing. ‘Pregnant 4-6 weeks’ 

You and Britt had no idea what to say, the two of you in shock at what you were seeing. You were first to break the silence “This has to be wrong. No way I’m pregnant” 

Sure enough you were pregnant. You took 5 more to make sure, all 6 tests saying the same thing. What was Wardlow going to think? 

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OKOK I JUST READ YOUR GAMER!GF SAPNAP AND THE END GAVE ME AN IDEA AND IM SO SHOCKED THAT NO ONE ELSE (to my knowledge) HAS SAID ANYTHING HELLO?????

therefore im begging asking for you to please write sapnapxstreamer!reader where they have a joint onlyfans and post anonymously with no face. You can maybe do like a bit about how they started and then like explaining different videos and pictures they have. Im feral for this

i realize this is more of how it got started than what they actually do... i hope that's okay 😭😭 and yeah, no one else really cared about that last hc, which I thought would be more of a big deal 😭😭

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

you're onlyfans started with bf!sap jokingly suggesting it. and as much of a joke as it was, you couldn't stop thinking about it.

"shit, we should make an onlyfans with this," he said, panting after coming down from his high. he laughed at the end, rubbing at your stomach softly as you looked onto his phone.

it made you feel more throbbing between your thighs. you could hear your moans in the background and his panting from behind the camera. the wet slaps of your hips and the squelching of your pussy was so erotic. you couldn't imagine what people would say if they saw how you two fucked.

"okay, lets get you cleaned up, peach," he said with a sigh, getting up to go to the bathroom.

but that stayed in your head. and you found yourself getting worked up thinking about actually posting something.

when you mentioned it again to bf!sap, it was during one of those moments you got yourself all worked up.

"hey, baby," he whispered to you when you came into his office and kissed him softly. he had completely forgotten about the stream highlights he was editing. "how. are. you?"

you smiled at how he had his hands low on your hips now. "i have a question.."

"mhm," he hummed, rubbing his nose on yours.

"you know how we make those videos when we have sex?" you asked sheepishly as he kissed down your neck. he hummed again and you started to think he wasnt paying attention. "you talked about... making an onlyfans last time.."

he stopped mid kiss and slowly pulled away from you. your face started to heat up. his face slowly turned up into a smirk. "yeah, i remember. what about it?"

you sighed, "would you maybe..."

"uhuh," he teased, kissing at your collarbone now.

"want to actually-" you cut yourself off with a moan when he kneeded your ass harshly. "do it?"

"fuck yeah..." he was really horny btw.

that was your first film session. as bf!sap likes to call it. he got you onto the luvsac in the corner of his room he was sure no one had seen and fucked you from behind. he made sure to keep your head out of it and tried to minimize the sound he was making. his voice would be more recognizable than yours.

you and bf!sap usually recorded yourselves having sex, but it was hard to post videos when he would usually get your face in it. you have to remember, he recorded these for himself and he loved to see your pretty and horny face. to bad everyone else can't.

bf!sap will have you bent over. riding him. riding his thigh. in a bathroom. in the shower. on the floor. fingering you in his gaming chair. fucking you while you try to play valo. all the clichés.

but that's only for after you start gaining more followers. and people start requesting things. and god, you two didn't mean for it to gain so much traction.

and then you saw yourselves on a twitter porn account.

ignore the ending. fr. its ass. and im sorry i disappeared. i hit a writers block and i lowkey felt weird writing for the dream team cause of shit thats been brought up. but im treating these people as seperate characters now. anyway. thanks for reading 🥰 -Nony

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 4) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: Another short one for you guys.

Summary: What’s this? You and Wilbur first interaction?

Pairing(s): CC!Wilbur Soot x actor!reader, CC!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader

Warning(s): None, just a couple of swearing.

Italics: tweets

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@wilbursoot you have a great band :)

When Wilbur saw your tweet, tagging him and complimenting the band, he was drinking his bottle of water and almost choked to death. He made a mess everywhere. His desk, the jumper he wore and even the phone on his hand got splattered by the water he spits out.

"Shit. Are you kidding me?" He mumbled to himself.

For a couple of minutes, his phone sat forgotten on the desk while he tried to find something to use to clean everything. With each minutes, his notifications started flooding again like the time when you first mentioned him and with each 'ding' sounds his phone made, Wilbur feels like his head was about to explode. With his desk done and jumper half wet, he moved to his phone, wiping it with a piece of paper he found lying around.

"Alright, there." He smiled at the sight of dry phone. "Now—"

After he balled the wet paper and threw it on the trash can, he returned to Twitter and the first thing he saw was your username with the blue verified checkmark beside it. You had reply to his tweet, the one where he gloats to Tommy about you listening to him. Neither him or Tommy tagged you in their interactions but with the amount of replies it got—about four thousand—he's not surprised if most of them were tagging you.

"Oh, fuck. What am I gonna say?"

His thumbs hovered the keyboard, trying to come up an adequate response only to fall short. All of it, he seemed to think, was either too lame or trying too hard. He had no problem embarrassing himself in front of thousands of people but embarrassing himself in front of you—even if you were in a another country—with thousands of people looking wasn't something he wanted.

"Just be cool. Just be you, Wil." He tried convincing himself. "Yeah, just be you."

hiii there :))

For a moment, he thought he'd done it. But, then as if someone poor ice cold water over him, Wilbur wakes up from whatever state he was in.

"God, I'm a fucking idiot."

~~

It was ridiculous to see what someone wrote online and smiled at it because you thought it's cute. But, that's exactly what happened to you. Smiling like someone had brought you an enormous bouquet of your favourite flowers or your favourite item. The simple hi followed by a smiley face stirred that familiar feeling inside you, the one you get when you felt pure joy.

There's a part of you that hoped he was as nervous as you were and perhaps you're reading too much into it but it kind of looks like he was.

While typing out your reply, you felt quite—a lot—embarrassed by it. It was wishful thinking to think that your fans would see this and thought 'oh, they're only being a friendly' but with the bond you have with them, the same Wilbur has with his watchers, you know damn well that they would know that you're trying to flirt. Sometimes you wonder if telling so much about yourself was beneficial at all.

hiii tooo. hope to see your show one day :))

[sn4pozu]

my headcanons of Eddie Gluskin if he had a twitter :

he'd repost those RETVRN incel trad memes where its like a woman doing house chores & man doing job stuff

would get into arguments with a woman and subscribe to her onlyfans at the same time (gets mad when blocked)

tries to be professional and a know-it-all but also his entire likes tab is porn (he doesnt know it shows publicly)

calls someone a whore & drops a bible verse in the same thread arguing with them

idk if he'd be delighted with minion memes or viscerally hate them

USES DISNEY REACTION GIFS WITH NO SHAME , USES A CRYING STITCH GIF AT A DODO VIDEO OF A DOG DYING

If twitter bans his account mid argument he'd flip the fuck out and make 3 gmails & alts at the same hour

100% posts creepy comments under peoples post and gets upset if it gets hidden

flirts so much you'd think hes a bot but no he's just sending random women his number (does he care if they're married or not is completely dependant on his mood)

uses the nice guy card whenever shit starts going south

he gets doxxed he goes like "that's not me" (lies, is scared)

either that or he lashes out and start sending them death threats who knows

menace with the twitter Voice Note feature

not even a mutual KYS no hes going to write out his whole murder fantasy in a person's DMs and blocks them before they could respond

gets IP banned on twitter like, weekly, he just figures out VPN apps and finds a way to harrass people constantly

media tab is his breakfast and someones mutilated genitals, bi-weekly photo updates maybe

im not saying he would complain about hairloss but he would complain about hairloss

"i got declined by the pharmacist for asthma medication, fucking bitch *insert something mysogonistic*"

thinks bitcoin is stupid and not a real "manly job" so he dogs on them pretty horribly

thinks tech jobs are for NERDS and says it outloud whenever them NFT bros are commenting under his shit attacking him for calling them nerds

Cracked phone screen with blood in the cracks (he tried to clean it with soapy water on a towel but it just ruined the lcd now its forever stained yellow) ((free bluescreen eye protector mode ?)) (((also has to violently tap the home button because its already broken & that part of the screen died))) ((((has an odd smell))))

he wishes he'd have glasses for the phone screen but all he does is squint

would post dress updates though <3 maybe retweets sewing patterns and videos of old women knitting and go "my grandmother used to do that pattern, ❤️ Wow."

goes back to shitting on women

*posts black coffee with 2 fruitflies in it* "A Good Way To Start A Morning ☕"

posts half eaten food and the dirty plate and would be like "Delicious food today 😋 i almost forgot to pots." -- deletes & reposts because of the typo. PEOPLE CANNOT THINK HE'S WEAK.

His vest would 100% be posted on those gimmick accounts and gets picked on for it being crusty & grody 😔

DMs like multiple women at the same time and either gets immediately blocked or ghosted after a face reveal

he Has cried because of twitter comments before, never again......

has twitter warning threads made of him and has tried to draw a stupid fucking wojack on paper with pencil & pen because he doesnt know how to edit photos but he still wants to own the haters

posts gore to own the haters as well and then got mass reported to death when people found 0 similar images of the gore he posted

'A Thread On @/Eddie287367927 TW: Gore, Mutilation, Harassment, Transphobia, Misogyny'

probably had a youtube documentary made about his twitter acc and all the drama he got himself into (either by accident or for fun)

ok this idea kinda came up to me after i saw a trad meme come up on my tl and i just HAD to dump this all out somewhere

[clearlydiamondz]

Loyal to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Four

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arrange marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away… but she just can’t.

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The following morning, Nakia and Imani woke up early to go for a run in the morning dew. With the perfect temperature, it was a must. "Princess please slow down. Not everyone can be as fast as you." Nakia panted bending over as Imani turned around chuckling.

"Sorry, I usually don't have anyone running with me." she replied before she grabbed Nakia's shoulder making her stand straight. "Hands on top of your head. There is no oxygen down there." she joking said as Nakia hit her with her towel on her thigh making her laugh.

"Soo... it seems like you and Prince N'Jadaka is getting quite familiar with each other." she wiggled her eyebrows as Imani rolled her eyes.

"Don't think to much of it." she responded sitting down in the grass as Nakia sat down next to her.

"How could I not, you guys looked more in love last night than me and Challa." she bumped shoulders with her.

"I'm really good in what I do." she responded back as Nakia laughed.

"I see. Have you seen the tabloids?" she responded as Imani looked at her confused.

"Already?"

"You may work hard but Wakanda works harder." she laughed as Imani shook her head. "I gotta look for myself." Imani said standing up and dusting her butt off and then helping Nakia up.

They were now at the palace, in the kitchen making smoothies. Imani sat at the counter on her iPad looking through the online articles and blogs. Not only were they viral in Africa, they were top trending in the States.

The new royal couple seem to come out of no where, but boy are we excited! American business owner, Erik Stevens, are now getting married to the Princess of Kambaho, Imani, daughter of King Z'Kiri have made their relationship public as they were seen with King T''Challa and his wife, Princess Nakia. Erik Stevens, also known as N'Jadaka in his father's country, were found out to be blood after the death of King T'Challas father. It is rumored the two will be the new royal couple in the Country of Kamabaho. More insights later to come.

"I was not expecting to be trending in America." she said in shock as Nakia laughed.

"I mean yeah.. it's not like everyday Americans have someone marrying royalty." she said pushing the smoothie her way as she took it opening another tabloid. Pictures of them were shown sitting on the front row, talking and smiling with each other. Damn, they looked real good.

One of the pictures had her laughing as Erik stared at her in awe. If she wasn't a fool, it looked as if that look was genuine. She continued looking through the pictures.

"Ayo, you got to see this!" Shuri came into the kitchen with her tablet, which she had on twitter. "Don't know if you know this but y'all are trending on twitter right now."

Me: Mom can we go watch Coming to America

Mom: We have coming to America at home

The coming to America at home:

That one made her laugh loudly.

She continued to read through the tweets as Erik came in. "Goodmorning y'all." he said sitting beside Imani as she looked at him with a smile.

"We are trending on twitter right now." she told him as he chuckled.

"Yeah I caught wind of that. Some of my niggas back home in Oakland saw it and hit me up." he chuckled sitting back in the chair.

"So, this will probably mean that you will need a publicists." Nakia said cleaning up the mess from the counter as Imani groaned.

"Oh god, I didn't even think about that." she said but then she thought about it.

"Well why would we need to do that?" Erik asked.

"Well for some interviews and events to be approved, we need a middle man to direct these things." she said as Nakia nodded.

"I mean I'm not sure how comfortable you are with American tabloids but you most definitely will need to do so if you plan on talking to them. You know how messy they can get." Nakia rolled her eyes.

"Don't even get me started. Took one look at the Shaderoom and my goodness are they misrable." Shuri rolled her eyes as Erik chuckled.

"I'll have to run it by my father. I'm not sure how comfortable he is with that." she said, then Erik looked at her.

"I mean, it's only fair. That is MY home country after all." he said. He was expecting her to say something negative but all she did was sigh.

"And I completely agree. But my father has a distrust with the American government. Not the American people. They know for a fact they'll try to mounvier some way to get vibranium. Especially with us trending right now." she said scratching her forehead.

"Seems like you did your job a little too good." Nakia smirked.

"Well, Nakia and I have some stuff to work down in the lab." Shuri grabbed her stuff before putting a hand on both of their shoulders.

"I wish you the best of luck my Coming to America rip offs." she said laughing. The two of them playfully rolled her eyes. They left the kitchen as Erik looked at her.

"What do you think your father will say?" he asked her standing up as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Honestly, my best bet is he'll say no. And quite frankly, I wouldn't feel too comfortable also." she said standing up. He turned around and looked at her.

"And why is that?" he said crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at her. If it wasn't for these circumstances, Imani most definitely seen that and would be turned on. His muscles were nicely on display with the black T-Shirt, and don't get her started on the grey sweat pants.

"I mean, I took a look on the Political news tabloids. They are already talking about trading with our Country if Wakanda isn't up for it. And I'll be damned if I let that happens."

"Well that doesn't have nothing to do with talking to American tabloids." he mentioned leaning against the counter.

"Not yet it doesn't. America is like-" she stopped her self before saying something offensive about America to this American.

"Say what you need to say. America ain't all that great to folks that looks like us." he chuckled noticing she was beating around the bush.

"You give America an inch, they'll want the same amount of miles from the Sun to the Earth." she said as he laughed.

"Well, this is something that needs to be discussed with King Z'Kiri." he responded. For some odd reason, she was a little offended by it.

"And why can't we come to this conclusion together. I mean, we will be the next King and Queen." Not it was her turn to cross her arms with an attitude.

"Okay, for one drop the attitude." he said grabbing her arms and unraveling them as she rolled her eyes. "For two, you seem a little hesitant. Plus, with the two of us as rulers no way America will step over us or Wakanda." he stated. "You already know what's up with me."

That bought her back to the first night they met. He was very adamant and helping black Americans and she knew damn well he would try to prevent that from happening. Maybe she could take this as an advantage for her country to be protected.

"Okay.. I admit your right." she whispered as he turned around with a fake shock.

"Me? Right? You have a fever." he said touching her forehead as she smacked his hand away as he smiled at her. Gold teeth, white straight teeth, dimple smile. Damn, why he had to look at her like that.

"Why you staring at me like that?" he asked her. Thinking quick on her feet, she pointed to his smile.

"Your gold teeth compliments you well." he smiled even harder to show it off.

"Eh, I have a nice collection of grills. Might get you your own." he winked at her as she laughed.

"My father would have a heart attack." she chuckled then nodded. "That would be nice."

"Aye, you can't be my woman and not walk around with some gold on your teeth."

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Her trip to Wakanda came to an end. As much as she didn't want to leave, business needed to be attended at home. She walked through the halls before she saw her father, Amarah and Oshana sat in the living quarters reading and/or watching the television.

"Oh your back!" he exclaimed closing his book with a smile on his face. "I see you represented your country very well, daughter." he smiled at her as she nodded.

"Yeah, N'Jadaka was really supportive." she said scratching her forehead. "But father, there was something that the two of us needed to discuss about the news. I'm not sure if you know this-"

"Yeah you guys reached the Americans." he said standing up. "Seems like you guys are getting a positive feedback."

"Well not that exactly. Politics." she said as he groaned.

"It's not in your place as queen to make political decisions. You need to leave that with your father and Erik." Oshana said rolling her eyes.

"Listen, I'm really not in the mood to go back and forth with you right now. Dad whenever your free, please." she said looking at her father.

"Of course."

"Well since queens are being involved in politics now, I demand to be there for this conversation." she said standing up as Imani groaned. "Don't catch an attitude now. You're not even the Queen yet. That title still belongs-"

"Still belongs to you whatever. If you are that pressed fine. You can sit." she gave her dad one last glare before returning back to her room.

"I honestly can't with that disrespectful little girl. How dare she speaks to me that way." she snaps at her husband as Amarah budded in.

"I would never speak to you like that, yet you give her this grand opportunity." Amarah said annoyed.

Later that evening, the three of them sat in his office.

"For started Erik and I thought it would be necessary for us to higher a manger and publisits. This way, we can control any information that is leaked through the public." she started off as her father looked at her confused.

"We don't have publisits and we are fine." her father said.

"I know father, but these are different times that we live in. Any tiny bit of information that leaks out whether it's the marriage or the vibranium supply that we have here, we need to control it." she stated. "We are trending right now, and by my calculations may be trending until we are married. With this, plus the uproar about vibranium we need to have a tight security on what is put out on the internet. It's not just Wakanda or Oshana that we have to worry about at this point, it's the whole world now." she convinced him.

Her father didn't want to show it in her face, but damn was he proud. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could depend on his daughter to run things smoothly, but he just couldn't depend on her... is it because she is a woman. Or is because she is young. Maybe it's both.

"And what does Prince N'Jadaka have to say."

"He believes that we should have some control over the media in America too. This may be doing interviews, or working with officials but we cannot let them get the chance to over step us and take our natural resources away like they have any other country." she stated as he nodded.

"This could be a proposition that we make with the council. I trust your judgement daughter." she nodded before continuing.

"So, I don't know if you have read their political news lately but they are already having conversations about trading with us instead of Wakanda." Imani started off. "Even though Wakanda signed the Sokoivia Accords, they aren't giving up their vibranium and I don't think neither should we." she said.

"I agree." he said but his wife cut her off.

"I don't see why not. Vibranium is expensive and we can make money off of the trade. " Imani closed her eyes before saying,

"It's not about the money Oshana. It's about the distrust of deadly materials being handed over to the Americans. It's the dangers of Vibranium getting to outsiders." she said as Oshana groaned.

"Girl you're acting like America is going to go on a killing rampage. If we trade with them, this will result in them not overstepping our boundaries and making money at the same time. Is that not the goal?"

"No, it's not." she snapped at her. "Look, I know you are new to this but when I say trading with the Americans for the most deadly substance would be the downfall of this country, it will destroy us." she stated.

"You let them have just a bit of vibranium, they are going to keep asking for it, and asking for more. And when we either say no, or we can no longer provide it because we are emptied out, then what. Because the last time I checked I don't see America trying to rebuilding the countries that they have stolen violable resources from. They will leave us bone dry. And don't even get me started on the accords. We did not sign it, so that gives them any other reason to put a target on us." she stated looking at her. "Do you even know what the accords is?" she asked her as her mother looked at her father for back up.

"But with the money that-"

"Do you know what Sokovia Accords are?" she repeated herself but her step-mother was silent. She looked to her dad.

"And you thought bringing her in here was a smart idea. Tuh." she chuckled shaking her head.

"Okay you wait just a minute. Now I have every right to say what I think is better for this country as queen. And I think that idea is dumb as hell."

"Lady you don't know even know what the Sokovia Accords are. Do you not know that if we express to them hey we have vibranium and would like to trade, we will most likely not even make any money from it all. Because it goes against the One Nation." she stated to her.

"Then just sign the-"

"Father please stop this nonsense." she looked at her father. "I can not sit down and have a proper argument with someone who doesn't even know what she's talking about. All she see's is dollar signs." she rolled her eyes.

"That is far from my truth!"

"You literally just said and I quote 'Vibranium is expensive and we can make money off of the trade'. That is as close as your truth then I don't what." she responded back as her father stood.

"Enough! The both of you!" he yelled at the two of them. "Daughter, I hear you and I am listening. I've told you before I trust your judgement. We will discuss this further more with N'Jadaka." she smiled but then it dropped when he said, "Further more any decision that is made will still go through me and your step mother as we are your king and queen. I will also take into consideration what she has to say also." he stated as her eye twitched. "Understood?"

"Yes my king." Imani mumbled under her breath. Her looked at Oshana.

"Yes beloved king." She bowed her head at him.

Oshana entered her daughters room, closing the door. "Well how was it?" Amarah asked sitting up from her bed.

"She's as stupid as her damn mother." Oshana spat out sitting on the bed. "They will not trade with America over some foolishness. Does she not realize how much money we would receive."

"She probably doesn't understand. America needs to know we are willing to trade with them." Amarah said. That's when a thought came to the queens head.

"Pack your stuff. We are going to America."

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Erik stood in front of the mirror completing his last set of bicep curls. His mind racing with everything that has happened in the last few weeks, but his mind started to drift off at the thought of Princess Imani.

The way she walked, her confidence, the way she talked, the way she could take control of a room. As bad as he didn't want to admit it, he was definitley crushing on the princess. Even finding solace in the idea that they will eventually become King and Queen.

But his thoughts overwhelmed him with the thought that those feelings were not mutual. She was pretty adamant on keeping it strictly business where as she was doing what she had to do for her country. But there was no foul rules on getting her to accept him.

He was deep in thought on how to win her over when he heard his phone ring. Answering it thinking that it was her since everyone he knew communicated through their bracelets, he answered it.

"Hello?" he answered putting the weight down.

"Prince N'Jadaka has a name ring to it." the girl said on the other end. It most definitely wasn't Imani.

"Who's this?"

"Wow, so you move and become prince and forget about me?" Immediately he recognized the voice.

Arianna Cope.

His sneaky link when he was back in the states. They fucked on occasion, not really making any moves past just wanting to fuck each other. Well that was until he caught feelings. Wanting more with her than just a fuck, she laughed in his face. That was the last time he spoke to her.

"Ohh." he chuckled. "Thought you lost my number."

"Eh, I never deleted it to be honest." the girl chuckled on the other end. "I seen your new little girlfriend. She's cute."

"Beautiful isn't she."

"Bet her daddy gotta lot of money." she laughed as Erik laughed too.

"Yeah.. but she got her own too." he said walking around the gym. He wasn't going to lie, he did like her. A lot. And really did miss her a lot. But he didn't want to mess up any chances of being King. He wasn't letting no hoe or bitch get in his way.

"You always went for the girls with big dreams huh. She got you over here trending and shit. Everybody been hitting me up about you... about us." she trailed off the last part. He closed his eyes looking up at the ceiling.

"Yeah well... there ain't no real us is there." he responded as she sighed. "You made that known long ago."

"That don't mean I didn't miss you." she said. Their was a long pause before she spoke again. "You still there?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About me, I hope."

"I was." he bluntly said. "But not in the way you were thinking."

"Boy please, don't be acting all brand new now that you got some royal blood in you and some royal pussy." she scoffed with a laugh.

"Nah I ain't acting brand new, but you are." he laughed. "You laughed in my face when I wanted to be with you. This could have easily been you, living in a palace. Anything you ever wanted and needed and you missed that opportunity. " he was lying his ass off, but he just wanted to flex on her.

"Mhm, I still got love for you though. You know that."

"I'm sure you do." he looked up and saw T'Challa walking in. "Aye look though, I gotta bounce. I appreciate the call though." he said.

"No problem. Call me soon , okay."

"Yeah.. I'll see about that."

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[yourlocalstranger123]

Obey me! and Genshin impact

Yes. This is Obey me and Genshin. :)

Bold is reader

Credits to the artist; lyoo_lyoo I'm not quite sure if it's twitter because I found this on youtube. (This inspired this idea.) Person who posted it; CrownieShorts

LOL why am I so weird. I might need therapy, yall can come but I ain't paying. I am very so called 'broke'

Warning; bite marks.

~ Fangs♥︎ with Lucifer ~

DeviantArt artist; Origarnic

"No."

"Aww please, Luci! Just this once! Lemme help you."

How did we get here? Well...

*flashback*

You were walking down the hall of the house to go get Lucifer. He usually is already here for breakfast but he's late. You opened the door to check out on him but you saw quite a scene.

Broken toothbrushes...what the— Lucifer started to groan at the frustration. He kept breaking the toothbrush. If only the fangs weren't so damn hard to clean! He usually wakes up early to brush his teeth or was just completely awake the whole night. He overslept today though.

"Hey, Luci. Need some help?" Trying to hold back a chuckle at his glare with his messy state. "No, I am perfectly fine! I can do this alone."

"Says the one who has so many broken toothbrushes in the trash-can, Dear."

"...."

*end of flashback*

Version 1;

Lucifer is sitting on your lap, opening his mouth for you. Holding tight on your shoulders so he doesn't fall. He looks down to see you carefully brushing his teeth so his fangs don't poke you.

Lucifer mind was a mess. He should've just done this by himself. But he'll be late and it's not like this is harming or anything....well at least not directly to you. His teeth are sensitive and— oh Diavolo.

He grabbed your wrist, saying that it's enough. He went off your lap and went to the bathroom to fix his hair. He eventually let you do it when it's necessary. Not like he's gonna purposely overslept or maybe lie about it for you to do it—

"Wow, I guess this is part of my daily routine hm?"

Although his words were muffled you knew he just said to shut your mouth. After you were done, he tried to get off until you picked him up but accidentally by his ass....you got one of a hell flustered Lucifer scolding you. Well, at least you found a new side of him, hooray!

Version 2;

You were sitting on his lap, Lucifer opening his mouth. He looked at you seeing you being so careful not to poke yourself with his fangs.

He looked away trying to focus on something else. Although he accidentally scooted you closer unconsciously. You teased him that for the rest of the day.

As same as version 1, he lets you do this when it's necessary and sometimes 'overslept' for you to clean his teeth and fangs.

After you were done you kissed his forehead. His breath hitched and he scooted away and left. Later of course he confronted you and perhaps scolded you. His pride could never admit he liked it.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

"Bite me."

"What?" Lucifer just sat there, bewildered. Why on hell would you want him to bite you?

"What? It's the same thing as leaving your scratch marks on my back—" (sometimes he ain't careful with those sharp nails but still a slay. 💅✨️✨️)

He covered your mouth. His face was so red! You grabbed both of his wrists and. Pinned him onto the wall.

"Also its similar with the marks you made."

You showed the marks he made from last night under your turtle neck. "You were so possessive, You kept saying I'm yours but I don't mind." You smirked seeing him squirming, trying to get out of your grip. Oh this was going to be a long night

Or, since I don't think (no offense I swear) most girls are tall enough 👀💧 I'm trying to make a male and female together so it's not only 1 gender to enjoy :) even though it doesn't specifically use pro nouns I think

You cornered him and grabbed his tie, and pushed his shoulder down to make him on his knees. You showed him the marks under the turtle neck. "My, my. I didn't think you'd be embarrassed. You had done this many times, haven't you?" You chuckled and his flustered state. This is gonna be quite a night

*later*

"Hey, why are you guys covered in bandages?" Solomon asked. You smiled and looked at Lucifer. You pulled down the bandages to make him see the bite marks he had made. As Lucifer scolded you Solomon is standing there, thinking yall are cannibals— just kidding.

Another Version

You walked up to Lucifer and pulled down his bandages. "You look so pretty my love♥︎" you whispered, landing a kiss on his neck. Before he can react, you were already gone.

~ Fangs♥︎ with Zhongli ~

With a little surprise person 🤭

Twitter artist; lavelis_twi

There are 2 because I didn't know if he would have snake-like fangs or maybe just fangs

Honestly, you were bored. Zhongli is a great company for you to play with! You can play with his hair, he doesn't mind. You can outline the marks on his arm (maybe other places too)

You happily walked to his house and knocked on it.

*knock*

No awnser.

*knock*

Still no awnser.

*knock*,, *knock*

Silence...

Weird. He usually comes out at the first knock. Is he perhaps not here? Well he did give me an extra copy sooo,,

Yeah. You went in. You walked to the door of the bedroom

"Zhongli? My love? Oh, my most beautiful gem? Darling? Hello??"

As you said that in front of the bedroom door, Zhongli comes out. If you have seen a little closer, you would've seen a red flush on the tip of his ears. I wonder why.

As his face looked panicked and worried, not because of the mess. More like because he never told you about his fangs and thought you would be scared or weirded out of it. (You guys haven't kissed mouth to mouth yet. So that's why he thought you haven't seen it.)

"Ah, sorry for not answering the door. I was...busy"

"Yeah...I can see that."

As you peeked over him to see broken toothbrushes on the ground. Although you didn't tell him that you knew about his fangs. You saw it when he yelled at Childe for not knowing how to use chopsticks properly and using them in a cursed way. He shut his eyes, waiting for you to answer or even for you to run away.

"Want some help Zhongli?"

His eyes perked up at you, surprised at your response.

"Yes, it would be delightful to get some help."

Version 1;

As he sat on your lap, hands slithering around your neck to your shoulders to stay steady. He opened his mouth wide, his fangs are similar to snake teeth but a bit thicker. Very sharp that it could poke through the toothbrush.

'This feels...quite pleasant.' As he thought he didn't notice you called out for him until you tapped on his thigh. His breath hitched and he looked down to see you. "A- ah...is there something wrong?" You swear you saw his face flushing red. But first, you need to solve a problem.

"Why is Childe beside us, Zhongli?"

Oh. He forgot to tell you.

"Well, since we both wanted you. We decided to...share."

Childe peaked at you and whispered, 'surprise!'

You sighed as you ruffled Childe's hair.

"[Name]!~ can you brush my teeth too—"

"No. Maybe later but I already have enough trouble dealing with one troublemaker."

Well at least he can get his turn tomorrow

Version 2;

As you sat on his lap, he began slithering his hands on your waist. Making sure you're comfortable. It felt so heavenly that he could just sleep right there.

"Hey, I'm done."

He opened his eyes to see you furrow your brows. He felt he forgot to tell you something.

"Why is Childe here, behind me."

Childe eyes went wide, surprised. He swears he hid so well in the corner though!

"We decided to share since we both...like you."

Before Childe could speak, you spoke what was on his mind.

"No, Childe. I'm not gonna brush your teeth too. Maybe tomorrow but not right now."

You were already in a bad mood that you did not know anything until now. At least you have two happy boyfriends tomorrow.

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"Bite me."

"Are you sure? I could hurt you." Zhongli is more considerate but still careful.

"Oh? But then you don't need to be on my side to make sure everyone knows I'm taken, hmm?"

The tip of his ears started to get red as he looked down. His legs are getting weak just by your words.

"Hey, what about me?" Childe said, looking at you with puppy eyes. I guess adding one more person won't hurt.

Ganyu began to worry, "are you guys ok? Who hurt you?!" You assured her, although you can't just tell her—

As you speak, a child accidentally tripped and the bucket of water spilled on you three. You guys are soaked, and the bandages are see-through too. Ganyu became flustered as she saw bite marks on the three of you. She excused herself and left. Great, now I don't think Ganyu can talk to you for a bit now.

[midnighttheroies]

Helluva Boss Theory: What Happened Between Blitz and Barbie Wire

so after the last episode, which was AMAZING like usual, i wanted to do a deep dive into the mysterious relationship between blitz and his twin sister barbie wire and what happened between them to make barbie not want ANYTHING to do with her own brother

Breakdown of what we know

barbie wire is probably the most mysterious character in the show yet next to frizz, we know next to nothing about her or how she ended up in rehab, what we do know is that she is blitz’s twin sister, she used to preform in the circus, and was considered famous and now does drug deals, and wants nothing to do with blitz

alot of people think that whatever happened between the two was blitz’s fault, and i don’t blame those people either, considering how he treated verosika and how their relationship ended, it would safe to assume that blitz was the one who fucked everything up, but i don’t necessarily think that is the case, i think whatever happened between was alot more complicated then we think

theory 1: bucks exploited barbie wire 

bucks is bltiz’s and barbie’s dad, and he’s, ...well not great, if he was willing to exploit frizz for his talent and emotionally manipulated blitzo into doing his betting by stealing from the goetia, despite the severe consequences he would face if he got caught, who’s the say he wouldn’t do the same to barbie?

barbie was known to be pretty talented, we saw that little clip of her on the type rope in season 2 ep 1, i think like frizz she brought in alot of people, bucks saw this and began to exploit her, making her preform and basically milking her for whatever she had, i think as she got older she started to get into drug use as a way to cope with the stress, or bucks put her on drugs so she could be more energized on stage, sending her to rehab and hates blitz for not intervening between her and her dad when things took a turn for the worst

theory 2: barbie hates the fact that blitzo put her in rehab

i got this idea from someone on twitter who basically pointed out that it’s possible that the reason barbie hates blitz so much is because blitz put her into rehab, which i thought was interesting

in hell, drugs and other addictive substances are very, VERY easy to access, you can buy drugs in vending machines for fuck sakes, and i think for harder drugs you would need to go the black market or severe drug deals, it is very likely that when barbie got into fame during her time in the circus, she was negatively influenced by the people around her and started to hit heavy drugs, blitz saw this and tried to get her too stop, and eventually he did against her will by checking her into rehab, but it costed her fame

and now she hates blitz because in her mind, he ruined her fame and reputation, by forcibly becoming clean

theory 3: she blames blitz for whatever happened to their mother/jealous of his relationship he had with her

i’ve seen alot of people point this out, in the episode, their is scene where barbie is yelling at blitz saying she doesn’t want to see him again, she’s pointing at their mother’s chocker

it is very possible that blitz and barbie were doing an act together, something went wrong and it caused the whole circus to be destroyed, killing their mother in the process, barbie had a mental breakdown and went into heavy drugs as a way to cope and ended up in rehab, and hates blitz because she blames him for the incident

or since blitz is shown to be wearing the choker, it’s possible their mother lent it to him as her final farewell gift, we’re not sure if barbie got anything from her but judging by the looks of it probably not, barbie saw this gesture and was hurt that their mother would give something to blitz then her, she turned to drugs as a way to cope and now resents blitzo believing that their mother favoured him over her 

is it possible for reconciliation for the two?

it is very hard to say at this current moment is that is even a question, despite how dismissive she is of blitz, their are a few moments in the episode that seemed interesting, for one, she called him “blitz”, respecting his name change up until he caused her supplier to die, and back in season one where verosika was introduced, she told blitz that her sister says hi 

but if blitz wants any hope of reconciliation with his sister, he needs to respect her boundaries, which he already has a hard time doing, and give her space, even if it hurts him to do so, maybe this is me being hopeful, but i’d like to think their is hope for the two to re-connect, after all, this is a slow burn show through mostly blitzo’s lens, along with stolas and moxxie, and barbie wire is his twin sister, i don’t think this is it for them

i don’t want to jump on “blitzo is 100% in the wrong like always” just yet, i don’t even think whatever between frizz and blitz was internally his fault either, consdeirng how in that little clip in the trailer, we see frizz and blitz dancing and all of sudden frizz dropping him to the ground, taking out his pony you and showing it on display, making a laughing stock out of him,

also, i saw another person point this out on twitter saying how blitzo in a way accidentally saved the people in his life

he saved loona from being homeless or going into another abusive foster home by adopting her, he saved moxxie from his dad and his life in the mafia by telling him about his company and offering him an position, and he’s probably the reason why me and millie met, i honestly think that if it weren’t for blitz, moxxie and millie wouldn’t have ever been together, he saved stolas in a way, giving him the freedom to finally explore himself sexually, since he was forever forced to repress 

i think it’s safe to say that accidentally or not, blitz saved his sister, because it seemed like her life was going down a very dark path if it weren’t for him interfering

[snclovveerr]

In my restless dreams I see that town

WARNING: Suicide,bullying, self harm, death

All y/n wanted to do was be friends with Colby but he never seemed too like her..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

I never knew why Colby hated me so much but it hurt.

I knew today was going to be cold, I put on my flared jeans, white under top, nirvana shirt, and my favourite green woolen jumper.

I put on my perfume and started to cry from the pain of the mist on my wrist, why did I do this, was it too feel something? I don’t know but it helped.

What did I do so wrong to others? I hate this life.

I cried again.. I always cry in the mornings I hate looking at myself. It hurts so much to do such simple things. I wish I could just be a normal person.

I wiped my tears with my sleeve and started packing my bag.

TIME SKIP AT SCHOOL ☆

“Ew” Colby pointed to y/n

I felt hurt but this was a normal thing by now.. as I was putting my bag into my locker I grabbed my iPod and earbuds.

“Man I don’t know why you hate her so much she hasn’t done anything to you just leave it” Sam sighed

“I hate her because she is fucking ugly and disgusting, honestly I hope she dies no one even likes her” Colby laughed

I felt tears sting my eyes but I choked it back, I put my earbuds in and tuned out not wanting to hear his bullshit

As I was walking to first period I saw Colby and his friends out front the door I tried to ignore them but.

“god you’re so fucking disgusting just leave this school and don’t come back” Colby laughed as he put his foot out

I tripped and layed their hopelessly. What did I do wrong?..

Colby grabbed my books and ripped them

I couldn’t move I couldn’t do anything I just sat and watched.

I got up and ran to the bathroom.

Why the fuck does he treat me so bad what did I do wrong can I do anything to improve myself? Why is he so mean?? Thoughts ran through my head constantly as tears started rolling down my face.

I sat in the bathroom crying trying to think of solutions of how he would like me but nothing came to mind.but one thing did, it seemed too dramatic but it seemed like I couldn’t do anything else.

I grabbed my blade out from my pocket and pulled my sleeve up.

I cried looking at the blood running down my arm..

I can feel something, it’s almost as if I deserve this, I was clean for months but that was when Colby left for a trip, but everything is coming back now, I’m scared to go to school or even socialise with people, I can’t focus on work because he always takes my stuff and rips it.

I hear someone walk in the bathroom I decide to stay quiet

“I don’t understand why Colby does that shit to her like she seems so sweet??” A soft voice from outside said

“Apparently she liked him and he hates her, no one knows why though it’s stupid if he hates her for no reason” a girl said

I decided to walk out the stall even though they were defending me I didn’t want to hear about him right now.

While I was walking through the hallway it felt like eyes were on me everywhere I turned, did I do something wrong?

It’s almost the end of the year so I decided to just go home.

»»————> that night <————««

I had just woke up it was 3:00? Fuck I slept late

I grabbed my computer and started scrolling on twitter

What did Isla do wrong?-Lucy

She’s disgusting she is just like ugh I don’t even know why I hate her so much she just annoys me so much her presence pisses me off- Colby

Of course people were talking about me..

I did see people defending me in the replies but it didn’t feel like enough, Colby didn’t care and never did..

Everytime I had friends he would turn them against me no matter what I did to try and make them stay

I just want to be liked

I’ve had enough I don’t want to do this anymore I can’t

As I grabbed my paper from underneath my desk I stated to write

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

In my restless dreams,

I see that town.

Silent Hill.

You promised you'd take me

there again someday.

But you never did.

Well I'm alone there now...

In our 'special place'...

Waiting for you.

Waiting for you to

come to see me.

But you never do.

And so I wait, wrapped in my

cocoon of pain and loneliness.

I wish I could change

that, but I can't.

I feel so pathetic and ugly

laying here, waiting for you...

Every day I stare up at the cracks

in the ceiling and all I can think

about is how unfair it all is...

I think you know what I mean...

Even so, I'm glad to be coming

home. I've missed you terribly.

But I'm afraid Colby

I'm afraid you don't really

want me to come home.

Whenever you come see me,

I can tell how hard it is on you...

I don't know if you

hate me or pity me...

Or maybe I just disgust you...

I'm sorry about that.

That's why I understand

if you do hate me.

But I want you to

know this, Colby.

I'll always love you.

Even though our life together had

to end like this, I still wouldn't

trade it for the world. We had

some wonderful years together.

I know you never liked me but I have had a crush on you for years, no matter how you treated me I always admired you

Well this letter had gone on

too long so I'll say goodbye.

That means that as you read

this, I'm already dead.

-Y/N

[xenon-demon]

ok so HI 👋 you're gonna get multiple of these by me because I wanna know everything. but first. I wanna know about the steddie soulmate tattoos because I looOOove a good soulmate fic??? 👀👀

LUIIIIIIII please ask as MANY questions as you want I love talking about all the different versions of steddie that exist in my brain 🤩 thanks so much for the question!!!

SO this is actually my First Ever Steddie WIP 🥲 and it was inspired by something I saw on Twitter where the make up artist who designed Eddie’s tattoos was like “yeah the bats tattoo is actually a reference to Steve and how both Steve and Eddie were chomped on by the demobats” and everyone was like "OMG STEDDIE SOULMATE TATTOOS REAL?" So I took that and ran with it lmao. The conceit of this soulmate universe is that a tattoo forms on your body the moment you fall in love with your soulmate, and the tattoo is in some way symbolic of that moment.

Eddie's tattoo is the bats, obviously, and Steve's tattoo is of Eddie's guitar, spanning the length of his ribcage on his left side. That tattoo appeared when Dustin gave Steve the play-by-play of The Most Metal Concert Ever™ while they were both in Eddie's hospital room waiting for him to wake up from his post-near-death-experience coma; Steve visualized Eddie doing that in all his glory, though about how Eddie saved Dustin's life, and then BAM. Soulmate tattoo. Dustin will never let him live it down.

Also Steve and Robin have a tattoo for each other because I refuse to write a soulmate AU where Stobin are not soulmates in some way, even if platonic soulmates are not a thing in universe <3 (although in this particular AU platonic soulmates ARE a thing)

Have a look under the cut if you'd like to see Eddie's POV of the moment he got his soulmate tattoo ;) (yes it's That Scene from canon because of course it is)

Send me an ask about my WIPs!

He stops short the moment his brain registers what’s happening in front of him. Steve Harrington, in all his shirtless glory, is currently wailing on that goddamned bat with nothing more than his bare hands. He’s got it by the tail and swings it around over his head before slamming it into the ground, grunting with the exertion of it. Before it has a chance to move, Steve swings it back up again and slams it back down just as hard. Even in the gloom of this nightmare realm, Eddie can see the way his muscles flex with the strain. It’s not like Steve’s muscles are difficult to spot, okay - for all jocks are the enemy, Eddie can respect an attractive man, and he’d certainly been respecting Steve’s athletic physique when he stripped off in the boat ten minutes ago. Seeing Steve shirtless and seeing Steve’s nicely toned upper body in action are two very different things, however, and Eddie most certainly was not prepared for the latter.

It doesn’t end there, though, because Steve’s next move is to step on the damn thing’s neck and pull its tail until its head tears clean off its body, with his bare hands. Eddie thinks he mentioned the ‘bare hands’ bit already, but fuck it, it bears repeating. Eddie’s just watching this happen, wide-eyed, when Steve fucking spits blood onto the bat’s corpse, leaving a string of sticky red fluid trailing from his lips. Holy shit, when did he bite that thing? He’s breathing hard, chest heaving from the adrenaline, and even though it’s on the chilly side his torso is shiny with sweat. Steve tilts his head back, mouth open and chest still heaving, and it makes the blood trailing from his mouth fall back against his chin. Eddie could almost pretend it’s something else dripping from those plush lips, if he tried, but he’s so buzzed from the adrenaline and the absolutely obscene display in front of him that he can’t quite make the fantasy consolidate.

It’s the hottest thing Eddie’s ever seen.

He doesn’t even get to enjoy it though, because as soon as he registers that thought in his brain, there’s a tingling sensation on his right forearm. It starts near the crease of his arm, and within a few seconds it’s spread outwards and down towards his wrist, about halfway down his forearm. The tingling starts to intensify, turns more into a warm, not-unpleasant burning sensation, and Jesus fucking Christ this had better not be what Eddie thinks it is.

[luu-lulu-luu]

Classroom Composer (English TL)

Some notes: I saw this on Twitter so I tried translating this story! However my twt account is totally unrelated to EnStars so I can't reply to the tweet ;; I hope the asker sees this somehow... And I also now know that you can shorten super long posts ;; Enough with the chitchat. Please enjoy! ↓

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Original Title: 教室の作曲家 Leo Tsukinaga Idol Story, ! Era Scenario Writer: Yuuki Yoshino Appearing Idols: Leo Tsukinaga, Nazuna Nito, Wataru Hibiki

Setting: 3-B Classroom

Nazuna

*humming*~♪

Leo:

*humming*~♪

Nazuna

Unya!? Shtop appyearing out of nyowhere! You shurprished me!

Leo

Wahaha, I have no idea what you just said! Uhh, Nazu? You're Nazu, right?

Nazuna

You forgot again!? Leochin, you have a hard time remembering things that you have no interest in after all~ Ugh, I got hurt by my own words. Anyways Leochin, classes ended quite some time ago, you know~?

Leo

Eh, really? I even hurried to come here too~ This school is like a maze so it's super easy to get lost. Whose idea was it to make this place so ridiculously wide? Bring them to me!

Nazuna

You're asking the wrong person... Though you should at least remember where this classroom is, or you'll have a tough time.

Leo

More importantly, Nazu, what are you doing? Ah, wait! I'm gonna fantasize about it! It's no fun if you tell me the answer so easily!

Nazuna

Aah! Don't stomp around! You're scattering the trash all over the place! Just when I finished cleaning up too~!

Leo

A~ah! Stupid! Fool! Nazu, you idiot~!

Nazuna

Eeh, why the sudden name-calling...?

Leo

Uu~ I said I wanna try fantasizing about what you were doing, but you just gave me a huge hint! You poopyhead!

Nazuna

...It's like I'm talking to a little kid. Look, I'm really sorry about giving out the answer, so can you help me clean?

Leo

...? Why?

Nazuna

Ah, so you really forgot. The ones in charge for cleaning up for today is me, Leochin, and Wataruchin, remember?

Leo

Hm~ I don't think this place needs cleaning up. But wait, where's the other one? I see. So he got lost, huh?

Nazuna

He's not the same as you, Leochin~ Wataruchin is probably just skipping class, like he always does.

Leo

I get that. There are more important things in life than studying after all~ It's totally fine to attend classes only when you're feeling up to it~♪

Nazuna

We're idols, but we're also students~ It's not good to neglect your studies, you know.

Leo

What, you're lecturing me now? Just so you know, it just fell on deaf ears! So it's totally meaningless! Let's do something much more meaningful! Like composing or something!

Nazuna

S-Stop! Don't write on the floor and on the walls! Come on, Leochin, get the dustpan and gather the trash!

Leo

Eh~ I already said this earlier, but I don't think we need to clean up! Well, it's fine. I just need to gather up all the trash I scattered earlier, right? *humming*~♪

Nazuna

(*Sigh* I somehow managed to get Leochin to help me clean so we're sure to finish up faster this way. I'll go ahead and clean the blackboard then~) Mn~! Mmnh~! Mnnnh~! (It's just barely out of my reach! Who the heck wrote something that high!!) (Uu~ I guess I need to bring a chair over to reach that part. It's one of those times when it's so inconvenient being small.)

Leo

Wahaha. The way you hopped around was so funny!

Nazuna

Uu~ Stop laughing at me and come help! I can't reach that part of the board. What about you, Leochin?

Leo

Nope, I can't either. That's why I'm gonna carry you, Nazu! Here we go, upsy daisy! Wahaha, that's my mom impression!

Nazuna

Woah?! Leochin, you're stronger than you look~!

Leo

Nah. If anything, I can feel my strength fading. Wahaha, my arms are shaking! You're so light, Nazu~♪ Are you eating your meals properly? You have to eat three times a day or you're not gonna grow!

Nazuna

Leochin, I could say the same to you, you know? ...Alright, you can put me down now. Thanks, Leochin.

Leo

Yup, being thanked sure feels good! Nazu, your light body and your hopping figure just gave me a burst of inspiration! Wahaha, inspiration is overflowing! You have my thanks too, Nazu~♪

Nazuna

Ahaha, you're welcome. Hm~ The eraser got dirty now so I might as well clean it. Leochin, can you put all the trash in that tra---

Leo

♪～♪～♪

Nazuna

Umya!? Wha, wha---Whar are you nyuing!?

Leo

Ah, I understood that one! What you ask, I'm composing of course. You said I can't write on the floor and the walls so I'm writing it on the board~♪

Nazuna

The board is off-limits too! And we just cleaned it a few moments ago! You know we have to erase everything again, right?

Leo

Wait, wait! It's such a waste to erase this new song! Let me write it down somewhere else!

Nazuna

Like I said, don't write on the floor and the walls! Write it down on a notebook or something!

Wataru

Amazing! Whenever you need me, and whenever you may not need me, I shall make a spectacular entrance! Wataru Hibiki, at your service ☆ Hmmm, I see that you are engaged in artistic endeavors. Please leave it to me! Come one, come all, don't take your eyes off of me for even a moment! One, Two, Amazing ☆

Nazuna

Unya, rowsh petalsh!?

Leo

Woah! Roses suddenly appeared on the board! And they're drawn so artistically! If Shuu was here, he would definitely love seeing these~♪ Wait, you didn't draw over my composition too! Thanks! I really love nice guys like you ♪

Nazuna

Umyaaa! All our effors earlyer have gyone chu wayshte, you knyow!? Uu~ if I knew this was gonna happen, I should've cleaned everything by myself...

Leo

Aah, this is fun! It's the best! Inspiration is flowing nonstop ♪ I feel like I can write a masterpiece right here, right now! You guys can look forward to it, wahahahaha☆