#so I'm still counting it as a win 😌

[musette22]

lol I did a pub quiz tonight and at some point there was a superhero question, and the quiz master was like "sorry ladies, this one is for the fellas." so my friends got all indignant on my behalf and yelled "excuse me, she loves marvel!" to which I yelled "no! I hate marvel!" and my friends were like "oh right, correction! she just loves captain america and his boyfriend!"

[larcenywrites]

kinda random but headcanons about young!tony telling maria stark all about his girlfriend (maybe she was his best friend/childhood friend and then they fell in love and maria always teased them about how they'd make a cute couple) and maria teasing him about being a lovesick puppy but also being super happy about it + relationship advice from mama stark 🤧🥰 maybe her telling tony what she thinks of his girlfriend and everything 🥺👉👈

Tbh I like the idea of Tony and his s/o being cute childhood friends🥺 and this is already long but I feel like I have so much more I wanna say 😭 I hardly know what I said here honestly 😭 I focused a lot more on the childhood aspect ngl 😭

Word count: 1,909

Warnings: she/her terms and pronouns used | completely SFW |

💠You and Tony have been connected at the hip since childhood! Neighbors, both the only children in your families, same age— so of course you both got up to no good in the shared strip of grass between your homes! And eventually up to no good in each other's homes! 

💠Cue that video of that kid crying because the other kid said that she'd marry him 😂 That's pretty much little you and little Tony! Your Superman and Barbie were always married to his Batman and He-Man toys, and maybe you made him be the housewife when you played house in the kitchen 😌 And Maria was probably much more entertained with whatever love-betrayal-murder plot you two came up with on the living room floor than the daytime soaps on the tv 🤧

💠Especially if Maria is best friends with your parent/s, I'm sure she was the type to giggle about how their kids will grow up and get married 

💠He was ripping apart RC cars instead of playing with them in the driveway, or making you hold wires in place while he duct-taped them around a pipe. And Howard wasn't very happy when he started tearing television remotes apart, too… 

💠So when daddy dearest shipped him off to boarding school, summers and holidays were practically spent entirely together!

💠He always hid in your backyard when he was sent home early from boarding school for being difficult, and was oh-so-boastful about winning the fight that got him sent home early- that he didn't even start, by the way! He started hiding in your room on the days he had to go back, but he wasn't going to let you get in trouble for hiding him when now your parents were involved in the search too 😖

💠Every year, the same routine. Sometimes he came back a little taller, and sometimes he was leaving with a new haircut (of which you weren't afraid to let him know your opinion of it!) that would be grown back out by the time he returned, but one day, in particular, was different...

💠 He'd shown up at your window as per usual, right at the end of summer, finally tall enough to cross his arms over your windowsill without standing on his toes. 

💠 "I don't wanna go," he whined, squishing his cheek against his arm as he rested his head upon his crossed arms. 

💠"But you'll get in trouble," you argued back, meeting him at the window and standing on your knees, still looking down at him. 

💠"I'll get in trouble either way." He continued to pout, but you didn't let up either. 

💠"It's just one more year." But your plea was only met with a sigh.

💠"Here," you started decisively, tone making him turn towards you, still with his chin tucked over his arms. With a short bout of courage, you quickly leaned down before he could even realize, barely touching your lips to his in a child's-excuse-of-a-kiss that hardly lasted a second. "I'll wait for you to get back, okay?" You chirped reassuringly, fighting the heat under your cheeks.

💠Wide-eyed and red-faced, no longer slumped over crossed arms and tight-lipped, he could only nod cartoonishly. 

💠 You'd always thought he looked silly and a bit scrawny in his school uniform, but now he looked quite cute in those silly green shorts as he was finally heeding Jarvis' call from the car. 

💠Both fortunately and unfortunately, nothing special happened or changed once he came home, but as time passes, it's only natural for the two of you to get shy at close contact or steal glances during a round of Galaga or Mario, and maybe sitting a bit close for the thrill!

💠And Maria obviously notices! She doesn't play on the NES herself, but she enjoys watching! Or maybe just enjoys watching you guys 🤭

💠And later that night at dinner, she's definitely teasing Tony about how cute you two are, but even Howard comes to the poor blushing boy's rescue 😖

💠Remember that Tony went to college real early at 16, probably much to your secret bitterness and dismay 😒 but the worst was that, once again, he only came home on summers and winters and holidays 😔 where you got to hear all about his new friend and maybe felt a bit jealous 😔

💠But at least with his more formal education (and more trust from his dad), he was no longer so anarchic with his little science experiments! Sure, he'd always made little robots and been able to put anything back together with only minor issues, but now you were seeing him in a section of the paper with much larger robots and maybe feeling a bit silly now about holding the flashlight for him while he tore apart your family's backup generator 😅 

💠And maybe you leaned in a little too close on purpose when he was sketching out his blueprints to bring to class after spring break... hey, they are actually really good! 

💠Eventually those RC cars became real cars, and eventually he asked you out… with some help from his mom, of course. 

💠"Tony, when are you going to man up and ask (Y/N) out?" Maria asks one day.

💠"Huh?" He's genuinely confused and taken aback, looking over at his mom with furrowed brows.

💠"You heard me." 

💠"I don't think it's like that," he replies meekly, already blushing. 

💠"Didn't you say she kissed you?"

💠"Yeah, when we were like fourteen…" 

💠"And it doesn't seem anyone else is willing to hang out with you every day..."

💠"Should I be offended by that?" 

💠"You should be inspired."

💠Tony rolls his eyes a little, but it is already something he's thought about. Of course he's thought about it! And honestly, you've probably dropped some very frustratingly obvious hints 😖 and Tony isn't stupid. You know this, he knows this. Well, maybe he's a little more inept when it comes to social cues, but still! 

💠Maria has known you for nearly you're whole life, and she already adores you, so don't worry, she also talks all about how lovely you seem and how Tony should go for it! She's on your side! As soon as you leave, she'll have something to say!

💠And the longer Tony puts it off, the more she'll just downright be like, "Y/N was flirting with you, dummy!!!!" or "You guys are very cute 🥰"

💠Tony is frustrated not because he disagrees, but because he really doesn't know what to do and doesn't wanna look stupid :( Because, let's be honest, in this circumstance, he has 0 experience 🤧

💠After awkwardly trying and failing to ask you out in his garage one night, after fumbling to grab every tool and getting hit by the car's hood he didn't properly secure, and then became even more flustered after you grabbed onto his shoulders and head and asked if he was okay, he decided to begrudgingly ask his mom for help 😖

💠And gets even more embarrassed when she excitedly agrees 😓

💠"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just help me out here," he whines in a regional New York accent that he's probably mostly shed by now with his college career. 

💠And only many months later will Maria tell you about his red cheeks and scrunched nose as he asked 🤭

💠But!!! What she's saying... he already failed at a few days ago :( He tried asking you on a date during a casual hangout :( but he was already not doing himself many favors so he gave up and just let you go home with nothing more than a meek "see ya 🙂" 

💠His mom makes him feel a little better about it, especially when she says that you probably thought it was cute😊😊 and probably knew what was up anyway! But, uh, maybe still make sure you don't do that next time... have more confidence!

💠So... the next time you're both hanging out in his garage... he's probably puffing out his chest and flexing a bit 🤭 but when you do look, it does help his confidence! And that's the point! 

💠This time when you go to leave, he's still a bit flustered and stumbling through a few words, but he does manage to get out a "so, um... I was thinking maybe we should go somewhere... nicer? Next time? Maybe Friday?"

💠He becomes a bit squeaky at the end there, but it only helps him look cuter! Of course, you've been waiting on this for years, probably, so you can confidently smile back at him and tell him you'd love that- maybe even tell him that you have been waiting for him to ask!

💠Bonus points if you give him a little cheek kiss before you head home, kinda reminiscent of your silly little childhood kiss 🥰 And yes, Tony never forgot it 😘

💠Your confidence (and his lack thereof) definitely throws him off! But don't let his stiff demeanor fool you! He's very happy! And can't hide his grin when he head into his own house... which his mom instantly picks up on and may have been watching through the window 🤭

💠And might tease him about that little kiss 😘

💠But now... he has to actually plan the date 😨

💠First dates are always awkward (especially with your childhood friend!), but with some pretty flowers and surprisingly confident handholding, it goes well! 

💠Bonus points for another cheek kiss before you head inside your house after he drops you off 😘 

💠Either way, now he's hooked! 

💠Now, when you lean over the edge of the car to look under the hood and huddle close to him, he can't help but smile all giddy and sneak a kiss 🥺 because now he's allowed to and now he's super cute 😭

💠He used to always keep it to himself, but now when he calls his mom every week from school like usual, he can't help but complain about being bored without you 🥺 only for Rhodey to scoff offendedly behind him loud enough for Maria to hear 😭 

💠And you know Rhodey got an earful when Tony returned from Summer break talking about his new girlfriend 😘

💠And you also know that when Tony calls you from school, Rhodes is waiting not only to make his own calls, but 7 out of 10 times waiting to make kissy noises and aws every time Tony says he misses you or anything along those lines 🥰 The other times, Rhodey does give you guys some peace and quiet, but sometimes him being there for the call is fun too! 

💠But even when he is home, and even if you were just over yesterday or earlier that day, Maria can tell he's bummed ☹️

💠But honestly it does kinda make her happy! Her son is in love!! But she can't help but tease him about being all lovesick 🥰🥰 There's probably a picture somewhere of him pouting at the breakfast table, but he'll brush it off as him being tired 😤

💠The two of them being close is, believe it or not, a good thing for you! Sure, Maria is protective of her son, but she's also protective of you! Moreso when it comes to your relationship with Tony! 

💠If Tony comes to confide in her about an argument, whether or not he's in the wrong, she's telling him how to fix it 🤧 and sending him with flowers 💐

[chiiyuuvv]

fate encounter type thing with minjae where like yn and minjae run into each other in a convenience store and both go for the same ramen cup but its the last one and they stank eye each other before they randomly do rock paper scissors and yn wins the cup ramen but minjae still wants it so he keeps trying to convince her to atleast share and and and aaaaah

• PAIRING — minjae x fem!reader (i used she alot to refer to yn)

• GENRE — crack heads, angry co-worker, more crack heads.. i think thats it

• WORD COUNT — 641

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i loved this request smm!! I hope i gave it the justice it deserves 😌😌

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty (and yes 1 is worst, 10 is best)

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"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!!"

the workers and shoppers stop when they hear the random shout, turning their heads to watch a girl and boy quickly slam their fists on their hands, the boy letting out a scream of defeat when the girl opens her palm, indicating paper.

"I swear, it's something everyday." One of the workers mumble, rolling their eyes when the boy falls to the floor, bringing his hands together to beg to the girl.

You were that girl. You were a regular at that convenient store, always known to cause some type of trouble everyday. You decided to stop in, not only to annoy the workers, but to try their newest ramen flavor.

Everything was sunshine and rainbows when you noticed there was one left, skipping towards the container and placing your hand on it, only to feel another persons hand on it. You look over to find a brown and blond haired boy look over at you, giving each other the stink eye at the same time.

And when you declared rock, paper, scissors, you were a little nervous to lose, as you really wanted to try it. But that didnt matter, you won, holding back your laugh as the boy begs to you. "Pleasee~ theres enough for two, we could always share!!" He bats his lashes, sticking out his bottom lip.

And for a second, you almost gave in, quickly shaking your head and finding yourself a drink to go with your meal. "What can i do, so that we at least share."

"Hm, I dunno. I don't really share with random strangers."

"I'm minjae!!" The boy greets himself in a flash, blocking your way as he brings his hand out with a smile, wanting you to shake it. You look the boy up and down, before turning away.

"I'm twenty, currently in school. I really wanted to try that flavor too, so i was hoping if you would share!!" He follows you, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I know there's some kindness in you." He pokes your shoulder, a pout on your lips.

"Hmm.." you think to yourself. "Nah." You shrug your shoulder, handing your food to the cashier. "Come onn!!" Minjae yells, the cashier rolling their eyes yet again.

"Ooh, ooh i know!!" The cashier fakes a smile. "If i flip this quarter, and you get heads," he points to you, "and you get tails," he points to minjae, "you have to get out."

"Hey, thats not fair." You cross your arms.

"Fine, fine, if its tails the boy wins." The cashier flips the quarter in the air, minjae giving you a little smirk when the quarter lands on the table. "Heads!!" The cashier yells, minjae letting out another whine.

"HA!" you cackle, taking your ramen and walking to the exit door, turning around to stick your tongue out. "Ah, its okay kid, you can have this flavor instead, its pork instead of cheese."

"WHAT!" you stop in your tracks, minjae's turn to cackle. "Switch!!" You yell, throwing the ramen to the boys chest and reaching for his. "Ah, ah, ahh!! How about this." He reaches over for some paper and a pen, scribbling some numbers down. "Text this number, and maybe I'll consider." He winks at you, your face red as he walks out of the store

"And that, was how i met your father." You finish your bedtime story. The 'kids' clapping, some gasping. "Minjaes got rizz!!!" Hunter shouts, the said boy rolling his eyes with a scoff.

"Not really, but i love him anyway." You lean over to give minjae a kiss on the cheek, the boy smiling cheeky at you as the youngers groan in disgust. "Get a room!" Seeun yells, jinsik throwing a pillow at the couple.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He gets up, grabbing your hand. "Good night!"

"Good night!!"

[slamminslamminmcgill]

MAN I LOVE UR WRITING I NEED MORE JIMMY MCGILL NOWWW!!!!! that’s unhinged im so sorry

anyways if ur still taking requests i beg u to write smthn abt Goodman helping a client (client is transmasc and tatted and pieced as fuck (me)) with weed possession and he wins the case cus he’s Saul Goodman obviously. after they celebrate with a joint and they have some nasty high sex. like imagining Saul coughing on a joint and being like “damn kid this shit’s strong.. let’s fuck” makes me shensudbwjwbs 🙏🙏

anyways have a good day/night man, congrats on graduating!!! :))

HIIIII im also tatted and pierced so this is personal 2 me 😌🖤 kinda took the piercing idea and ran with it teehee

didn’t wanna describe any specific tattoos but i included some piercing mentions (nipples, septum, tongue, vch for plot relevance >:3c)

this is also way longer than a usual drabble so plbbbbbt

warning: intox kink (weed), light degradation

anatomical terms: clit/dick/cock, pussy, hole

“In light of this new evidence, the court has decided to drop all charges against the defendant.”

Slam dunk. Saul did it again. He’d managed to convince the judge that the cop who arrested you for marijuana possession had conducted an illegal search. He got you off. You were grateful that you wouldn’t have this looming over your head for the rest of your life. So grateful, in fact, that you hugged him as soon as you two stepped out of the courtroom.

“Ah, don’t mention it, kid. Least I could do for you.” He smiled and patted your back. He’d actually taken quite a liking to you while working on your case. You reminded him of his Slippin’ Jimmy days back in Chicago. A naïve 20-something with an affinity for pot and a less than stellar relationship with the law. He hoped he could steer you on the right path, and maybe have some fun with you too. “Say, you’re actually my last client for today. You wanna grab some food with me or something? Maybe Peter Parker’s girlfriend could join us.”

You snorted. Mary Jane. That was your code for inviting each other to smoke, which ironically you'd done frequently while working on your case. You pushed yourself off his chest and smiled up at him. “Sure. I’d like that.”

You two sat in the parking lot of Los Pollos Hermanos hotboxing his luxury car, passing a joint back and forth with greasy fingers. You took a bite of your sandwich, and a glob of chipotle mayo fell onto your nice, clean dress shirt.

"Aw, man." You groaned, before remembering you didn't need to impress anyone anymore. You shrugged, "Eh, whatever," and untied your tie, no doubt getting chicken grease all over the fabric. Then, you unbuttoned and untucked your ruined shirt, wiped the mayo off with a napkin, and tossed it behind you, leaving you in a tank top undershirt with your arm tattoos exposed. "God, I hate wearing long sleeves. I don't know how you can wear full suits in weather like this. Feel like I'm suffocating."

"You get used to it." Saul laughed and cranked the A/C for you. "I just wasn't sure if the judge would appreciate your ink as much as I do. Wanted to make sure you had the 'perfect little darling' look, y'know? Some people are close-minded like that. Least you don't have to anymore." He passed you the joint. His eyes trailed up your forearms to your chest, where he saw two barbells poking through your shirt. "Woah, hey! You got your high beams on! I'm surprised you didn't set off the metal detector with those!"

You had no idea what he was talking about, "Huh?", until your eyes followed his and you looked down. "Oh! Oh yeah, I figured I wouldn't have to take those ones out."

"Well, they look good on you. Not a lot of dudes can pull them off." Saul took a sip of his drink, ice sloshing as he put it down in the cup holder. "How many piercings you got, anyway?"

You ran through your list nonchalantly. “Not counting the ones on my ears, I have four. Septum, tongue, both nipples, and-“ You stopped yourself short and froze. The other piercing was a VCH. Vertical clit hood. If you told him that, you’d be outing yourself. You decided the best move was to say nothing else. He was a smart guy. Let him figure it out.

And he did. “Oh, ho! Naughty boy! You got a Prince Albert or something?" He elbowed you. "Chicks must be ALL over you."

You grimaced, hoping it looked like a nervous smile. "Not exactly..."

"Hm. Tell you what." Saul lit the joint, hit it, and passed it to you. "I'll buy you an eighth if you show me."

You nearly dropped the joint on your leg when he said that. "What?! Are you serious?!"

"Dead serious! I wanna know if I'm missing out! Maybe I should get one." You anxiously took a puff as he spoke with confidence. Confidence that was unwarranted; he had no clue what he was getting into. "Look, I got a guy and his stuff is the shit. It'll be worth it, I promise. You just whip it out, lemme see, put it back, and I'll hook you up. Hell, I'll even knock some off the money you owe me."

You did the cost benefit analysis in your head. Free weed plus less debt to your lawyer, and all you have to do is show him your pussy? Would it really be so bad? He really wasn't the judgmental type. He'd definitely ogle, but surely he'd understand. You sighed. "Okay. I'll do it." You took one more hit of the joint and passed it to him before you unbuckled your belt. "Just so you know, though, it's probably not what you're expecting."

Saul scoffed. "Kid, I've seen a lot of crazy things in my day. Unless your dick has a radio antenna sticking out of it or something, I think I can handle it."

You ignored his sass and worked on undressing yourself. You slid your pants off, and crossed your legs so he wouldn't see the lack of bulge in your underwear. Then, you looked over at him. "Ready?"

"Ready." He answered smugly.

You uncrossed your legs and tugged your underwear down. Your clothes pooled around your ankles, and you kicked your shoes off to free yourself. Now for the reveal. You turned your body to face him, scooted forwards, and opened your legs, hooking one behind the driver's seat, and the other propped on the dashboard. You spread your lips and showed him your, rather unconventional, dick piercing. The metal barbell stared him right in the face, and he stared back, mouth agape.

"Oh my god..."

You could see the gears turning in his head. His eyes flicked back and forth from your junk, to your face, and then back to your junk. For a man who loved the sound of his own voice, it was rare for him to be left truly speechless, but you'd done it. It was honestly quite the confidence boost.

You smirked. "Well? Is it everything you hoped for?"

"Yeah... Yeah it is..." He answered breathlessly. His mind was screaming at him not to fuck this up.

"Got anything to say? Any questions, comments, or-"

Saul butted in the middle of your sentence. Apparently, he did have something important to say. "Can I touch it?" He blurted out.

You knew exactly where this was going, and you were gonna enjoy the ride. "Sure, go for it." You took the joint and the lighter from him, leaving his hands free to explore.

Saul leaned over and brushed his hand against your skin, not fully making contact with the piercing just yet, essentially just rubbing his fingers up your slit. He was taking his time. He was warming you up. "This is... This is incredible. God, you're... you're really something else kid."

You took a hit of the joint and sighed on the exhale. From his gentle touch and praise to the haze of the weed, you were plenty warm already. Once he thought the same, he pressed his thumb against the barbell and flicked it up. Your whole body jolted and you gasped. "Ah!"

"You alright?" He asked, not pulling his hand away. He kept it firmly in position, ready to strike again.

"Y-Yeah, just-" He did it again, "Ngh... just be careful it's-" and again, "ah... it's sensitive..." and again.

He chuckled. "I can tell. Is that why you got it? You like the extra stimulation?"

"Mhm..." You nodded.

"Heh... slut." He pressed his thumb down hard and rubbed you in quick circles. "Keep smoking. I'm gonna have fun with you."

"O-Okayyy..." You whimpered and lit the joint while he teased you, watching him with wanting eyes as you climbed higher and higher. The smoke left your body and carried a sigh of pleasure out with it.

Keeping his thumb on your cock, he scooped his other fingers down and prodded at your hole. "Aw, look at you. You're already wet for me? That's precious." He slipped two inside without resistance, cooing to you as he pumped them in and out, savoring your pathetic whines and tremors. "Oh, now that's a good boy. C'mon, take another hit."

You took another drag, and while your lungs were full of smoke, he shot his fingers up against your g-spot. You moaned for half a second before choking on your hit. You coughed and waved the smoke out of your face, scrambling for some semblance of composure. "You dick! You did that on purp-ohhh..."

Saul kept working his hand, laughing at how easy it was to shut you up. "Yeah. Yeah, I did, but don't act like you don't love it." He leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering right to you, making sure you could hear him over your own body. "Hear that? Hear how wet you are for me? That's how I know you love it. Whore." He tilted your face towards him and caught you in a kiss. You let his tongue invade your mouth and take what he wanted, a trail of spit connected you two as he broke off. "You like getting filled up, huh, boy?"

Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate whine. "Y-Yes..."

"Yeah? I bet you like getting fucked in your tight little pussy, too, is that right? You like it when a big, strong, man puts his cock in you and uses you like a cheap sex doll?"

Another slam dunk. He was right on the money. "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"

He flashed a sinister grin. "Good boy." He pulled his hand out of you and went for his own belt. He yanked his pants down, showing off a noteworthy tent in his boxers. You didn't get much of a look before those were off too, but the sight of what was underneath was far better. "Gimme the joint." He demanded as he stroked his cock in preparation.

You'd do anything he said. You handed him the joint and the lighter without a second thought.

"Good boy." He took a hit and blew the smoke in your direction. "So," He took a second to cough, "what you're gonna do is you're gonna sit on my cock and bounce that pretty little ass of yours on it. You think you can do that?"

There were no words left in your mind. You were an animal, acting purely on instinct. He gave the order, and immediately you climbed into his lap, bumping into the steering wheel a few times as you tried to situate yourself. Saul offered no assistance, he just continued with the joint. Fortunately, you managed to get into position without help, and you sunk down onto his cock.

"Oh! Oh my-Mmph!"

He used your wide open mouth as an opportunity to shotgun you. He blew the smoke into you and let it fill the parts of your body that he couldn't reach. You gripped his shoulders and squeezed him like you were trying to pop him. When he pulled back, you dropped your head onto his shoulder and whined.

"There we go. You feel so good, baby boy." He kissed your head and rubbed your back, comforting you as you settled into him. "Now," He yanked you up by your hair to look him in the eyes.

"Hold on tight. Cause I'm gonna take you for a ride..."

[rywritten]

''hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you?" it can be for whatever ship you want, i just need the injured one to be Dream 😌💖

let's go with dnb, just bc i really wanna try my hands on a superhero au

hero!Dream/villain!Techno + "hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you?"

Dream struggled to take another step forward. There was an awful pain on his left leg whenever he puts any kind of pressure on it, no matter how lightly he tried to walk.

There's a big chance he'd accidentally sprained his ankle a while ago when he landed wrong to make his escape earlier. He just hopes it's nothing worse than a sprain.

A broken leg would take too long to heal, enhanced healing or not.

Dream tried to take another step and there was an instant pain shooting up from the same injured leg that has him cursing under his breath.

Exhausted and left with no other choice, Dream sat himself against the wall of the narrow alleyway he'd hidden in a few minutes ago, his communicator was broken and he doesn't wanna risk asking HQ for an assist when his earlier performance was nothing short of embarrassing.

Aside from his sprain, there's a nasty gash on his right temple, the blood had long since dried up, making his skin itch and uncomfortable.

His torso is covered in tiny cuts and he could feel a rather large bruise forming on his sides from his fall.

He'd been too complacent, thinking the villain he'd faced earlier came alone, he's miscalculation was a mistake that almost cost him his life, and by association, the life of the innocent.

He felt so stupid.

Pathetic. He chastised himself, letting his mind succumb to self-loathing. What was all that training for if he's able to allow a no named villain and his goons get the jump on him?

He made a promise to become a hero worth depending on, someone who'd save people with a smile on his face. He was supposed to be society's Dream. A dream for a better life without having to fear what tomorrow would bring.

His shortcomings, no matter if he still managed to survive and win, isn't acceptable. He needs to do better–he needs to be the best–nothing else is allowed.

The dark, heavy thought weighs on him like an anchor dragging him down to the depths of the ocean. He felt himself sink further, and as exhaustion and self-hatred consumed him, Dream doesn't register his tiredness caused by his injuries and blood loss until he felt his eyelids drop.

A noise startles him awake and Dream's eyes shot up, alert and panicked when he doesn't immediately recognize his surroundings.

"Oh good, you're awake."

The unfamiliar voice sounded far too close to Dream's liking and he turns just in time to see a pair of red eyes behind a mask made of a boar's skull staring back at him.

The Blade.

"So, I might not know a whole lot about heroism." The Blade drawled, leaning on one shoulder to the wall opposite of Dream's. His posture is lax, confident even, clearly knowing he has the advantage as he watched Dream attentively. "But I'm pretty sure sleepin' right out in the open with an injury that bad was a stupid thing to do."

His condescending manner does nothing but encourage Dream to keep his guard up. The Blade eyes Dream's current state with a dangerous sparkle in his eyes and Dream takes the chance to silently plan his next move.

The Blade wasn't like the previous villain he'd faced, he's far worse. Known for his ruthless nature and brutal body count, The Blade was ranked first in the Hero Commission's most wanted list. Dead or alive, the villain is to be disposed off, no matter the cost.

"Not much of a talker?" The question was meant to be taunting, and the way amusement dances in the red of his eyes tells Dream that The Blade wanted something from him.

He would have finished me off already, but he's stalling. Dream watched the other man in silence, trying to wrack his brain for a reason why The Blade is still conversing with him.

"What do you want?" Dream asked instead, trying his best to subtly flex his leg to check if the injury has been healed. The movement, no matter how small, doesn't go past the other man and Dream stills immediately.

The Blade smirks, delighted by Dream's action.

"I want names, hero." He answered with a dangerous glint in his eyes as Dream felt his gaze land on his torn hero suit, focusing on the purpling bruise on his side.

Dream blinks, unprepared for such a request. "Come again?"

The Blade sighs, sounding exasperated as he pushed himself from the wall to start making his way towards him.

Dream watched him carefully, trepidation and anxiousness making his heart race for the possibility of another fight. His mind is failing to form a plan of escape with how badly his left leg still hurts, and with his daggers nowhere to be seen, he's pretty much fucked.

As soon as the other man couches in front of him, Dream braces himself to take another hit.

Surprisingly, nothing comes. After another minute of nothing, Dream opens his eyes to see The Blade watching him carefully.

"I want names." He demands again, levelling his gaze with Dream's. Dream tries to read him in a brief glance—His wine red cloak couldn't hide his toned frame well, and his stance is that of a seasoned fighter, perfectly balanced despite the nonchalance of his crouch.

"Hey, look at me." The Blade says the same time his hand reached for Dream's chin to tilt it up until their eyes meet once again.

"Look at me." He repeats, with an intensity in his voice that demanded for Dream to follow.

"Who did this to you?" His voice drops dangerously low, and his eyes are ice cold despite its warm shade of red that gleamed under the moonlight.

"Why do you want to know?" Dream counters calmly, fully aware of his current predicament, yet refusing to answer until he knows why The Blade seemed so invested in finding out who his assistants were.

"They touched you." The Blade answered with unrepressed anger. "I don't like others touching what's mine."

The chill that ran down Dream's spine had him visibly gulping even when the threat wasn't even directed to him. There was something frightening about the way The Blade was looking at him, like Dream was his to own and keep.

It was overwhelming as it was disturbing.

"I'm not yours." Dream says, trying his best to hide the tremble in his voice.

The Blade smiles, but nothing about it looked warm or welcoming. He hums, moving closer until their faces are only inches apart, his red eyes seeming to devour Dream whole.

"We'll see about that." The Blade says, gaze lingering on Dream's lips before settling on his eyes once more.

[ronearoundblindly]

What if reader is older than Steve, like...10 years maybe(?) She could see his shyness, ambitious and gentle when they first meet. She never thot Steve would fell for her because of their age gap and she's insecure about herself...

Or the soft dark one...

Goddess!reader could cure Steve's illness and let him could join the military, but the price is he need to remain his virgin.

And if he break the rules...

what kind of "punishment" you think reader would do to him?😌😌💖💖💖

oh. my. god.

thots. n;dsdfieronviriv. THOTS. ndviniusniuelrhbvoer. THOTS. nzkdvuheiunruvps;dn;irfiunrfu.

Holy shit, bae. Here I am, minding my own business, writing some angst and romance, and you hit me with this glory. Gurl, WAT???

Super-Human Resources (Posted separately. Here, enjoy this cool 1k of softdark!smut from a gn!god!reader)

Warnings for zero editing, not overly-explicit filth, marginally subby!steve/bratty!steve, extreme orgasm denial, and FYI, I'm still going to hell.

Beg For My Mercy

He was so desperate that he didn’t think it through. The trade seemed so simple: health for sex. If he were strong, all these weakening maladies stripped away, he could help win a war. He could save so many lives. How could that possibly be only as valuable as forgoing sex? Why should Steve Rogers care about sex? He’s never cared about it before. The trade is genuinely too good to be true. It’s so easy, and he takes it.

And he gets everything he wants. He’s strong. He wins wars. He saves people—unfathomable numbers of people—and then it gets…complicated.

Steve gets attention. He gets accolades and commendations, awards and offers, including some other offers. They’re so easy to brush off at first. After decades, it gets a lot harder. He finds someone attractive, and then he has to stunt the relationship before anything escalates. Since he can’t explain why, they always distance from Steve afterward. He doesn’t blame them. He is starting to crack.

Steve skirts the edges of the rules. He tries to get away with as much as possible that doesn’t count as losing his virginity, which is a surprising amount actually, and that also works for quite a while. He’s just not satisfied. It feels too good to rub his aching cock along that precipice of danger, and he can’t resist.

And then he sees you.

No one else can see you smirking at him standing naked and sweaty above his temptation. His eyes are alight with fear and bone-crushing desire.

“There’s a price if you do this, Stevie,” you say, sweet like honey, thick like the honey can drown him.

He thinks, but Steve thinks with the wrong head and sinks into a tight and overwhelming heat. Fuck, how did he live so long without this?!

So he’s satisfied for a while that night. His partner gets taken care of, coming multiple times, and…Steve doesn’t. He can’t. Eventually, he has to make some excuse to get his date to leave because his dick hurts. He's still rock hard and dying to come.

He can still see you, the entity lurking in shadowy corners, that smirk still on your face, and so he thinks he understands. He can find the loophole.

Up until now, he could masturbate all he wanted; it’s not penetrative sex, so it should work. He takes himself in hand and tries everything that feels good. He can’t get there. His balls are so full and swollen that he’s crying. His skin is raw when he finally lets go. Steve's so tormented by this pressure cooker of need unable to explode inside him that he growls and pummels the pillows and mattress beneath him.

“Please,” he screams, burying his blotchy red face in the sheets. “Please HELP ME.”

The squeaking bed springs snap under his strong punches, and he crashes to the ground, desperately yelling for release until his words are incoherent.

You step forward, eyes softer with sympathy, and Steve looks hopeful, so hopeful for your aid.

“Are you ill, dear?” Your coo rips a whimper from his throat and a tear from his eye.

He can’t even touch his shaft anymore, so Steve clamps a death grip on his inner thigh and prays the pain shifts him beyond the horny wretch he’s become.

“It hurts,” he gasps. “Please.”

“But you didn’t keep your promise. You cannot follow directions, Steve Rogers. Why should I help you?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I needed—“ he cuts himself off in a moan when he watches your eyes drop down to his lap and stay there “—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeats in whispers.

You get closer and closer with each pathetic hiss of apology. The flush of pain and denied pleasure rages hot under the skin of his entire body, but this is what you wanted all along. You’ve been patient. Now he’s right where you want him.

“Are you going to do what I say?”

“Yes,” Steve groans, low and hungry.

“Do you promise?”

“Yes—oooh god.”

You lean down to his ear, knowing only he can feel the featherlight wisps of your touch along his arm. His heart stops in anticipation.

“Come.”

He’s fucked in mind, body, and spirit instantly, spurting into the air as if gravity’s gone from around him. It hurts in the most euphoric way. He can’t handle the ecstasy and devastation colliding at once. Steve finishes untouched and collapses to the broken bed. He grabs the sheets surrounding him and bites down because it’s not stopping. He’s wrung dry for what feels like hours, all the while feeling nothing but the cool air of the room around him. From the grey edges of his vision, he nearly passes out, his throat hoarse from shrieking out with each tensed pulse of orgasm. It’s the best worst experience, and he won’t recover from it in his long, long lifetime.

His heaving breaths slow as you continue to watch him, hovering above his glorious body, enjoying the wreckage to full effect. Once he’s composed enough to unhide his face, eyes still unfocused and glassy, you drag a gentle hand down his chest, and he shivers violently.

It’s finally time to tell Steve what he’s sold his soul for, what he owes you in return for this kindness, what the price for your pity is.

“You will never come again without my permission.” Your soothing, sweet tone rakes dangerously over his spent body. “Never. Not once. I will be here every time, and you, Stevie, will have to beg for my mercy.”

and whoops, I completely forgot to say thank you for the love! 🥺💚🥰 You're too kind to me, bebe.

More on my Masterlist, and if you enjoyed this, please consider liking and/or reblogging! It's like getting a hug every time 🤗

[zephfair]

🙋‍♀️, 🎃, ✨

Ah, thank you so much for the ask! You're the best! 😘

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Nope, thank heavens! I’ve mentioned to several relatives that I write fiction and post it on the internet but they don’t care. A cousin once asked to read my fiction but I told her it was all sex and violence, and she just laughed and lost interest. I don’t think anyone I know irl even knows what fanfic is. 😂

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

Yes, I do! They’re fun! I’ve written Christmas fics, or at least fics that take place during the winter holidays. I did a Black Friday fic last year for the lols. And I’ve written a couple Halloween fics. I have one Bleach Halloween fic and one Raven Cycle yet that must be posted this year or I give up.

My favorite holiday inspired fic? That I’ve written? I’m actually fond of my Black Friday comedy Holidays Deals and Steals because it's crack but I feel like I still really captured the essence of the characters. *Narrator voice: She did not.* 🤪

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Eeeeh, this was hard.

Me? I persevere. I might give up for a while and let the panic win, but I always get back up, punch-drunk or bloodied, and keep going.

My writing? Ugh, I used to be a much better writer with the words and the delicate turns of phrase. Now I’m all about the fluff and comedy. I think I succeed sometimes at making readers laugh, so I count that a huge win. I got this award-winning comment last month and tbh I can't stop thinking about it. "I started reading this in public but quickly had to put it aside for at-home reading. I looked slightly derranged laugjing and surpressing literal SQUWAKS at this fucking fic." That's the highest compliment right there, and I'm humbled to have received it. 😌

Thank you for asking and making me probe myself!

If anyone else wants to ask, go here.

[trulymadlysydney]

help i fear I have a size kink and a tickling kink...and i fear harry satisfies both of those very well 🤕 I fear he would like to let you think you can get away but he would grab you and have you pinned again before you get too far 🤕 he would be smiling so big at how you're squirming under him and he would trace his finger down your neck to see the goosebumps raise up 🤕 even though you both know you like this you would be shaking your head trying to wiggle away but he would just say "you can squirm all you want but you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you 😁" and he would tickle your tummy just enough to get you giggling 🤕 you're trying to push him away bc you're out of breath already and as his fingers search for more sensitive you say "this isn't even a fair fight how am i supposed to- stop!" and he pauses for a second then says "you know what? you're right, it's not fair since I grabbed you when you weren't expecting it... how about this? I'll let you go and I'll give you a good headstart, then when i catch you it'll be completely fair😌" and you're trying to ignore your second heartbeat from how confident he is saying "when i catch you" 🤕but you nod so he lets go of you and helps you up saying "go for it babe😁" and you take off before he can change his mind 🤕 he doesn't count or anything so you have no idea how long he'll give you before he's coming after you but honestly that makes it more exciting 🤕 all too soon he calls "I'm coming to fiiiiind youuuu" and you can almost hear the teasing smile in his voice 🤕 you're trying so hard to hide yourself among the clothes in his closet but it's barely even 2 minutes before he yanks open the door and says "there she is 😁" but before he can grab you you manage to get past him and out into the hallway 😌 he's chasing you right away saying "get back here!" and you're both giggling so much you can barely breathe 😔

you're basically running in circles through the house and he's definitely letting you win because you know if he tried he could grab you in a second but he's letting you think you have the upper hand 😌 then when he's over chasing you he speeds up just a tiny bit and grabs you 😌 he holds you against his chest and says "noooooow it's a fair fight, isn't it?" and he's dragging you to the bedroom 😌you're fighting him a little too hard and dragging your feet so he just picks you up and carries you that way 😌 he really makes a show of being big enough to pick you up with no problem 🤕 when he throws you down on the bed you're scrambling to get up but he just clicks his tongue and says "be a good girl for me, I won square and fair so this is what happens😌" and he's so cocky 🤕 you decide to do what he said and then he brings over one of his neckties and you know what's about to happen 🤕 he's so gentle when he's tying your hands to the headboard and he gives you a little kiss on each wrist when he's done 🤕 then he's looking at you all tied up and spread out under him and he says "I'm gonna have fun with you 😌" and you're already like 🤕he would for sure tease you sooo much, hovering his fingers in the air over spots he knows are sensitive so you're squirming before he even touches you 🤕 or he would run one finger over your skin because he knows it makes you shiver 🤕 he definitely likes to lick you to switch up the sensations and drive you crazy 🤕 finally he decides he's teased enough so he drops his fingers and just goes to town 🤕 you're already so worked up and everything is so sensitive you're going crazy just from the lightest touches 🤕 you're bucking your hips to get him off of you and trying to arch away from his fingers but he just laughs with you and follows you 🤕 he would say stuff like "I know you like this, look how much you're smiling!" bc he's mean 🤕 he's so big he can reach anywhere on your body without even stretching and he has no problem keeping you still even with how much you're squirming 🤕 he would use one hand on either side of your body so no matter which way you move it's just closer to his hands 🤕 he would give you little breathers but he would still be touching you, kissing at your neck or using a few fingers to give you the lightest touches before he goes back in 🤕 soon enough you have tears streaming down your face from how much you're feeling everything and he decides it's enough so he slows to a stop and moves off you so you can take some deep breaths 🤕 he lays next to you and takes your chin between his fingers to turn your head, then he murmurs "that's my girl, you did so good for me baby" and he reaches up to untie your hands 🤕 he gives you as long as you need to catch your breath and start feeling normal again, so he lays next to you and keeps telling you how much he loves you 🤕 soon you turn over to lay on top of him and he puts his arms around you because the deep, even pressure feels so good against your oversensitive nerves 🤕 but laying on his chest with your heart still racing you know you've never been happier or more content 🤕

…. There are no words oh my god bestie you have done it again

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

Stay

Word count: 1,572

Warning: angst, death, miche is alive (he never died 😌) , i'm so tired of erwin hurting me & now i want to hurt him back mwahaha, also let's imagine AOT world was simpler and the battle of Shiganshina was the final act 👉👈

A/N: this is also kind of a prequel to my A Thousand Years fic hehe

The night was dead silent.

Only the sounds of burning fire from torches that lit the corridors can be heard.

The stars shone brightly tonight. Perhaps it must be a sign from the heavens. Perhaps it could mean humanity's victory.

Tonight was the night before retaking Shiganshina. Tonight was the night before marching to what can only be two conclusions for humanity: triumph or defeat.

Before the night went silent, the scout regiment decided to hold a feast. It could be a pre-celebration or a farewell party. One could never know what tomorrow holds. So, for tonight, the brave soldiers decided to live their hearts out.

After a few hours of laughing, dancing, shouting, drinking, and basking in each other's camaraderie, the stillness of the night followed. 

And there you found yourself, under the dark of night, under the twinkling stars, you found yourself haunted by fear.

You were a soldier of the Scout Regiment. One that dedicated her heart to humanity. But you were also a soldier who dedicated her heart to another. To the commander of the Regiment, Erwin Smith.

The horror that was crippling in you was not because you fear for your own life but for his. You were scared to lose him. You did not want to. He, the most beautiful existence in this cruel world.

The story of your love was not one that started with butterflies and rainbows. It was a love built upon trust and adoration. He was already the commander when you joined the scouts. And you were just someone who seeked to find meaning in the world. And you found it in him when you decided to follow and dedicate your heart to him. 

Erwin was a tough leader but a gentle lover. He has shown you sides of him that he wouldn't dare reveal to others. Before you, he has presented himself in his whole nakedness, with his vulnerabilities and weakness. And you loved him. Every part of him. You love him unconditionally. And so does he, to you. Erwin was a man who was committed to not opening his heart to anyone. He decided long ago to distance himself from that which they call love. He has long decided to close his heart, to protect himself and to achieve his dream. But it's also because he wouldn't want his selfishness of loving someone to cause them pain when the time comes for the grim reaper to take him. But that was before you. When you came into his life, you opened the door of his closed heart. And he allowed you to. You both knew the grim fate that awaits the soldier from the Scout Regiment. But you both decided that you wouldn't let death take away either one of you without knowing the love you hold for each other. So the two hearts that wanted to love decided to selfishly embrace the warmth of each other's affections.

And tonight here you are, caressed by the cold breeze of night. Fear taking over you, the fear of losing him tormenting you. With all these horrors plaguing you, you found yourself at his door. As your heart clenched, you knocked.

'Come in.', you heard him say.

When you opened the door, you saw him on his desk. As busy as ever, you scoffed. 

'Y/N, what have brought you here my love.', he told you as he looked at you with his beautiful cerulean eyes.

'Erwin, I-', you placed your hand on your chest and slowly looked into his eyes.

'Erwin, stay.', you told him.

'Y/N, you know I can't.', he responded, returning his attention to the paperworks in front of him.

'Levi already had this talk with me y-

'I'll help him break your bones, Erwin.', you interrupted, slamming your hand on his desk.

'Just please, stay. Stay here in this office Erwin, just stay here and await for the news of victory. We, no I'll make sure we win Erwin just please, please, I beg you stay here. Don't go out there Erwin. Don't endanger your life.', big chunks of tears fell from your eyes as you pleaded with him.

'I can't lose you Erwin.', you told him.

Erwin's hand stopped and he lovingly looked back at you. He stood from his chair and embraced you with his one hand.

'Y/N, I'm sorry', he said as he pecked a kiss on your forehead.

'I, I- just have to be there Y/N. I want to be there when we finally achieve victory.', he told you as he wiped the tears from your eyes.

'Please stay Erwin, for me.', you said as you stared at his cerulean eyes.

'Y/N', he caressed your cheek and brushed his lips against yours. He kissed you passionately. It was a kiss that told you things he couldn't say. It was a kiss that felt so good yet hurt so bad at the same time. That amorous kiss led to an impassioned love making.

In the stillness of the night, in its silence and in its numbing cold, the love of two ill-starred lovers burned so bright.

It was a sunny day. The sky was beautifully blue. The clouds were calm. The birds flew as free as ever. The campanula, the delicate blue flower swayed peacefully as the wind blew. But on this beautiful day, the ground flowed with red as many blood were shed and countless lives were lost.

The Scout Regiment has successfully taken back Shiganshina. On this beautiful sunny day, humanity won. The commander should be satisfied by now, a smile of fulfillment should be plastered on his face. Yet his cerulean eyes were filled with worry. Frantically looking for someone.

'Y/N! Where are you Y/N?', he screamed in panic and anguish.

'Levi, have you seen her?', Erwin asked the captain.

'I'm sorry Erwin, I couldn't find her.', Levi replied.

'Erwin!', a tall man called.

'Miche!'

'I found her, Erwin.', he told the commander.

'Where is she? Why didn't you bring her with you?', he asked, filled with dread.

'I- i couldn't. She's- just come with me Erwin',. Miche worryingly told him.

Erwin followed on his white horse as Miche led the way to where you were. Erwin was losing his mind. Why wouldn't Miche tell him anything? Why couldn't he bring you with him? His heart was racing, he was scared, he was afraid. 

Then Miche stopped his tracks. He looked at Erwin with sorrowful eyes. And there he saw you. His heart sank. No, it broke. It was shattered. For a while, the world around him stopped. He couldn't hear anything. Only his heartbeat. 

You were crushed under a pile of rubbles. Your lower body was smashed. You can feel it. Life is slowly leaving you. You tried to slowly open your eyes. What a beautiful sunny day, you thought. And as you steadily moved your head, you saw him. He and his beautiful cerulean eyes, as beautiful as the blue sky above you. You tried to move your hand, reaching out to him.

Erwin was in a state of shock. He couldn't bear seeing this sight. He was frozen but when he saw you move your hand, he hurriedly got off his horse and ran to your side.

'No, please, you can't, please no..' 

A pair of cerulean eyes looking at you like you are the most precious thing he cannot lose. Yet they're full of pain and regret because at this very moment he is losing you.

'Don't die on me Y/N, I cannot lose you, no. Please Y/N. Look at me, please.'

The sound of his desperation is breaking your heart. Your heart clenches, it feels heavy, you do not like hurting him. But you can feel it, your pulse is getting weaker. With all that you have left you slowly raised your hand and caressed his tear stained cheeks. As you gently caressed him, you called his name.

'Er... Erwin..', you muttered softly.

'Hush, Y/N', he gently put his hands over yours, the one that so lovingly caressed his cheeks. 'Save your breath Y/N. I'm not gonna let you die on me. Not you, Y/N. Not you, I can't lose you'. His voice was breaking. The pain he was feeling was unbearable. He cannot lose the person that made this cruel world so beautiful. He cannot lose the person he loves the most.

'We won Y/N... We won the war. It's all over now... We.. We-

'Erwin...' you gently caressed his lips. 'I love you, Erwin.' Your voice was getting weaker.

The pain in his eyes grows more evident by the second. 'I love you too Y/N. I love you so much. Please... please stay with me. I can't.. i can't...'

'Erwin, I-.... I'm sorry.' You whispered.

'No! Y/N, no, stay with me. Please don't leave me. Stay Y/N, please.' his cries of anguish growing louder by the second.

Your eyes stared at his cerulean eyes, what a cruel world you thought. You wanted to stay under his loving gaze. You wanted to stay. But you can't. You couldn't.

'Stay', you heard Erwin say as he weeped.

Your hand that caressed his cheek has fallen to your side. And Erwin knew. You have left him.

You told him to stay and he wouldn't. 

He told you to stay but you couldn't.

[koulakoukoula2003]

Hii, bestie how are you?💫 I came here to share a really meaningful picture that reminds me of us thirsting over some beautiful big blue eyed commander 😌

I'm doing good, honey, how about you?

AND OMG YES I'D DO ANYTHING FOR SOME ERWIN MONSTER COCK DJFHJGKJR pls forgive me for I have sinned by writing what's beneath the cut, but I'mma share with you a scene that I haven't posted yet in my Erwin x OC slow burn

I am working on a very delicious ask, but I wrote this scene a few days ago so it's ready, and it's not the entirety of it but I just wanna offer some crumbs to quench some of our thirst 🥺

Jealousy (Erwin x Y/n)

Pairing: Erwin x Y/n, Erwin x You, Erwin x OC, Erwin's x Reader

Summary: Levi was the first to claim you, and that makes daddy Erwin very angy :( so he's gonna take his frustration out on you <3

Trigger Warnings: Rough Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Possessive Behaviour, Choking Kink, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Power Dynamics Dom!Erwin/Sub!Y/n

Word Count: 640

Taglist: @syrma-sensei @macyomoiji @antoxsmith (if you wanna be added in my Erwin taglist, lemme know!)

He took her to bed and lied her down gently. His mouth found the mounts of her breasts. He sucked hard and she gasped. Her body arched up into him as he suckled on her sensitive flesh till it was rosy and swollen. He did the same on the other breast and then he reached further down. He found her stomach, her abdomen. He pressed kisses everywhere till he found the hem of her knickers, already a damp spot on the cotton fabric.

“So wet for me,” He slipped off the final piece of clothing and looked at her pretty pussy. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed her. She let out the sweetest moans he’d ever heard in his life. He slid his fingers over the wet, glistening lips, her sensitive nub. He pushed a finger in gently and she tensed up, tightening her legs around his arm, but he pushed her legs apart with his free hand. He pulled his finger out and admired her slick wetness on the digit. “Were you that wet for him? Hmm?”

“No! No… no one makes me as… desperate as you, ‘win,” She bit her lip trying to hold back her pretty sounds.

He slapped her cunny hard enough to sting. She let out a cry and her whole body tensed. “You better be telling me the truth, little girl,”

She let out a sob. Tears gathered in her eyes as she breathed hard and somehow got wetter than she already was. She had no idea she was such a freaking masochist. “I am telling you truth, daddy, just please…” She whined as she rubbed herself on the palm of his hand trying to get all the friction she could. She was growing desperate. “…please, fuck me, please, please, please, I’ll be good,”

After today the only name she’d know how to scream would be his. He stuck another finger in. Both his fingers were so big, so thick and large, he was reaching that spot inside of her that she never could, and he was doing it effortlessly. His little girl, wrapped around his fingers. He increased the pace, brushing against that spot again, and again, till he was hitting on it and she all but screamed.

Y/n brought a hand to her mouth to muffle herself. She was naked and he, still fully clothed. A hand, gripping powerfully on her lithe thighs, keeping her legs parted whilst he finger-fucked her. It felt so good. So fucking good she was about to cum. She was so close, the coil in her stomach tightening up whilst he pumped his large fingers into her, hitting on that spot over and over, driving her insane. Lewd wet sounds came from her pretty pussy. He wondered how she tasted, but he wasn’t going to try it yet.

“No,” He stopped, and she just about started crying. She hiccupped as he pulled his fingers out of her and his hand reached for her own, grabbing it and pushing it away from her mouth. He pinned her wrist on the level of her head as he leaned down to look at her. “Did I say you could cum?”

“Please, please, daddy, I- I was so close- Ah!”

He slapped her cunt again and she let out another cry. Eyes shut tightly and her body shook. “But I didn’t say you could cum, did I?”

She trembled beneath him and she bit her lip, quieting down her whimpers. “N- No…”

“You only do what I say, Y/n,” His other hand found her throat, squeezing. He didn’t cut her airflow, but he sure as hell let her know that he could. He could choke her to death right now if he felt like it. “You only do what I want you to do. You’re mine. You’re all mine,”

[nahoney22]

Heyo, Not sure if I'm supposed to send a request through the asks but oh well!

Saw that your working on a fic for one of the 501 st bois so if you don't mind me, I'm just gonna be adding another fic for one of the bois in blue into the pile. It's a slight nsfw request for good old captain Rex with a male reader.

The setting is at 79's, the captain finally gets to enjoy himself with his little bird in one of the "luxury" corners of the bar and well... There is a hole lot of teasing on Y/N part especially when they are sitting on the captains lap. After enough teasing and flirty back and forth, Rex decides to be the one to take charge. Insert one intense make out session with a hole lot of sensual touching, groping and dry humping with no regards for the possibility of being seen by others. Ends with the two of you getting a cab back to the captains private quarters 😏

"bird" is used as slang to refer to someone an individual is seeing or planing on hooking up with where I'm from.

If ya don't feel like this is a request for you I completely understand 👍

Let’s get kinky, honey 💋

Have a Seat***

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Rex X M!Reader

word count: 1.5k

Exactly what the request is: teasing your Captain whilst sat on his lap at 79’s.

warnings: NSFW, minors be gone, smut, grinding, Dom!rex, Oral(reader giving), anal sex, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.

Disclaimer: this is my first time ever writing Male and Male smut so please take it easy on me and feel free to message me if you have any pointers for me for future works. Thanks 😌

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Being the Captains boyfriend of the 501st was definitely not something you saw coming. But here you both were, eight months down the line and currently sat on his lap in the corner of the notorious clone bar 79’s.

Atmosphere electric after a successful win with barely any casualties, the clones were more rowdy and lively than usual. Especially your captain.

You were sat beside him, sipping on your drink when he suddenly had you pulled into his lap and his warm breath on the back of your neck. “Here, have a seat.” He chuckles as you settle against him.

He leaned close, “Bet you’re pleased to be back with me aren’t you my little bird?” his words were soft but laced with power when he spoke into your ear as his hands take a firm hold of your waist.

You blushed at his chosen nickname for you and looked out towards all the dancing clones, all enjoying their time meanwhile yourself and Rex were now cradled together in one of the nicer booths in the corner of the bar. The boys in blue suggested this to happen. After all, your boyfriend was the one to lead them to victory with his amazing antics.

“I’m always pleased as long as I’m with you, Sir.” You purred as you shifted, leaning more into his side as you gazed across at him. A wolffish grin plasters on his face and he take your drink from your grasp and swigs the rest of it for himself.

Droplets of spotchka poured down the side of his lips when he slams the cup back onto the table and you gave him a incredulous look. “I hope you’re going to get me a new one.” You laugh, bringing your thumb to the corner of his mouth to wipe away the mess but stop when you have a better idea.

“There’s still some left… right here.” You smirked, tilting his head with your fingers gently as you leaned forward and placed your warm tongue to the corner of his mouth, a long and slow lick down his chin and onto his jaw as you lapped up the remainder of your drink, Rex growling in pure pleasure at the touch. You pulled away with a satisfied grin but Rex was nowhere ready for that to finish.

He reaches for your chin, bringing you roughly closer before his tongue is surging straight into your mouth as you gasped at the sudden touch. His tongue was thick, hot and held so much lust that you couldn’t help but straddle him now, each leg on either side of his. You poke your tongue into his, fighting for dominance but he was winning by klicks and klicks. Breaths hot and heavy, you go to pull away but he wanted more, so much more that he laid you down across the unoccupied booth seats, your back against the leather and clambered on top of you. Luckily, not liked Rex seemed to mind anyway, the table was blocking you both from being seen as a fury of kissing is unleashed from you both.

Still fully kitted out meanwhile you wore your best civvie clothing, every time that the Captain flushes against you, his armour would also jab into you earning a small groan from you. It wasn’t unpleasant but you’d prefer him to get rid of it all completely.

Biting on his lower lip, Rex groans at your action and pulls away minutes later. “Maker, we need to get out of here. Don’t think I can control myself.” He laughs quietly whilst sitting up and bringing you up with him and already shoving you out of the booth.

Some members of his battalion had stopped you both, patting him a celebratory pat on the back. Once out, Rex instantly hailed a cab down and the two of you set off to his apartment – a place he rarely goes unless it’s for special occasions. Supposedly this was one. He can barely keep his hands to himself in the back of the yellow cab.

Once out, you’re ushered forwards before the two of you fell into his apartment, door sliding shut behind you as his hands make their way to your waist and his mouth was back on yours.

“Eager today aren’t we, Rex?” You chuckled against his lips, sending glorious vibrations through his body that made his length strain against his codpiece.

He pulls away, pushing you to his couch before he begins to remove his pieces of his armour. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”

And then you went silent, a knowing smirk flitting onto your lips.

“That’s what I thought.” He announces, pulling his length free from the lower half of his blacks. “Now get on your knees for me.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice as you slid off the couch, grabbing a cushion to place under your knees before you come eye level to the Captains delicious member. Precum had already oozed from the tip, your mouth watering..

“Spit your tongue out.” He ordered but, you decided to play hard to get and you look up at him through innocent lashes.

“Not gonna play nice, huh?” He asks, tone a tad darker as he leans over you and takes a harsh clasp to the back of your head. “Alright then. Spit your tongue out. That’s an order.”

And so you do. With his free hand that isn’t on the back of your head, he teasingly whacks his cock on the tip of your tongue, creating a mouthful of moans to come out of you. With one quick thrust his length is shoved into your gob, saliva already pooling out the sides of your mouth. Jaw aching and eyes watering as his tip hits the back of your throat, Rex groans in pure ecstasy at the sensation. Looking down at you with hooded eyes, he praises you. “So good my love, taking me so well.”

You couldn’t reply with words so you nodded, also bopping your head up and down against him before pulling away with a ‘pop’. You panted, hand coming up to caress his spit covered cock before engulfing him some more, his precum deliciously salty and warm for you.

“Touch yourself.” He commands and you weren’t going to refuse giving yourself some pleasure so you withdrew your own length and started to pump yourself whilst your cheeks go hollow on him, tongue swirling around his head.

Rex feels himself about to hit his high so quickly pulls away, hands tucking under your arms to hoist you up. “Turn around.” He mutters but you didn’t have to as he was already turning your body towards the couch, urging you to kneel on it whilst he came up behind you and undresses you.

Sucking on his now gloveless fingers, he makes sure to lube you up first, stretching out your hole for him first before his cock is pushed inside you. You brought your hand to your mouth, groaning in anguish yet pleasure as he stretches you out, a lot more than what his fingers could do. He makes no sudden moves aside from the soft hold on your waist. “You alright?” He asks gently, ensuring that you’re okay before he goes any further.

Breathing shakily, you have a nod, hand leaving your mouth as you grip onto the back of the couch as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you. Soon, his thrusts became more sharp and more precise, sending your mind into overdrive.

“A-ah! Just like that Rex.” You moan in fulfilment, just as he filled you up with his aching cock. His hands move to your shoulders, holding onto you as he snaps his hips back and forth at a relentless space, both of your moans filling the apartment. Thank the Maker for sound proof walls.

Wanting a change of the view, Rex pulls out of you and swaps places, sitting on the couch and pats his knee for you to straddled him.

With blown and lust filled eyes, you do as you’re told just like you have done all evening and straddled him, Rex holding his cock upright and guiding it into your hole. As you slid on him, Rex’s head rolls back as his fingers dig into your hips as he lifted you up and down on him, grabbing the friction he craved.

“So good to me, you like my cock in your tight hole don’t you baby?” He speaks softly, looking up at you like you were superhuman; pure adoration for the one he loves.

You could only mumble a response, a timid ‘yes’ but you let out a loud groan of euphoria as Rex takes a hold of your length, beginning to slide his large and warm hands down your shaft as you ride against him, bringing you to your end.

“R-Rex I’m gonna-.”

“Good. Cum on my chest whilst I cum in you. Just, ugh, just like that.” Rex coos into the crook of your neck, his hand movements becoming persistent against you, the ache in your body telling you to spill all you had for him and you did.

You paint his still clothed chest with your hot strips of white ribbon whilst you feel him fill you up just as good. Your grinding comes to a slow halt, both spent as you lean into him, foreheads touching.

“Captain, my Captain.” You grin tiredly, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“This was just what I needed.” Rex sighs happily, wrapping two strong arms around you. “Just what I needed.”

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[astronomoney]

you asked for an angst ask, is this enough angst for you?

so basically tim drake x reader where the reader is an vigilante who dies in tim’s arms 😌

Paring: Tim Drake x reader

Prompt: Prompt list ᜊ14-“Let. Me. Go.” “You know i can’t.”

Summery: When a mission goes wrong and your severely injured there’s nothing Tim can do to save you

Warnings: blood and gore, major character death, description of large wound, lots of blood, read at your own risk

A/N: i’ve been gone awhile but look i made you some content (Masterlist) i’m pretty sure i’m missing something but i can’t figure out what so if looks different from my other fics let me know

Word count: 2k

Too Little, Too Late

You were never supposed to be there. He warned you not to come but you never really listened to him anyway. He should have known it would take more to stop you.

It all started with the new drug going around. It gave the ultimate high with twice the mortality rate of any normal pill. Bodies were dropping quick and you wanted to do something about it. The plan was simple, first figure out where the drugs were coming from and second, stop it. Simple enough.

The only problem with your plan is that you were currently benched from the crime fighting scene. Apparently Batman's not a fan of teenage heroes who aren't the best at following orders, which was ironic considering how many he knew that fit that exact description. If you could just prove to him how good you were in the field he would let you fight. Right?

"You're not coming." Tim appeared at the door of your room. Of course he had already guessed your plan.

"Oh yeah? Who's gonna stop me," You shot back, stuffing your gear into a backpack. You still couldn't believe he was taking Bruce's side on this, he was supposed to be your wingman.

"This isn't safe," He stepped into the room. "It's not a game, there are consequences in the field."

"I know that Tim. I also know that I can save lives out there. I'm not some damsel in distress and I just need to prove it to him," You turned towards Tim with pleading eyes. He could stop you if he really wanted. You both knew it so your only option was to convince him not to.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a second before smiling slightly at you. "You're not gonna listen to anything i say are you?"

"You know me so well," You smiled innocently back at him. He would never be happy with your choice to fight but he wasn't going to get in your way which was more than enough for you.

"Alright, you win. I won't tell him you're coming but when he inevitably gets mad at you I'm not backing you up. Deal?" He stretched out his arm.

"Deal." You shook his hand with a wide grin on your face. Tim had been your best friend for years and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to be more than that. He was your whole world, the reason you became a vigilante. You would do anything for him no matter how dangerous or scary because you knew he would do the same for you.

That night, as promised, Tim didn't tell Bruce about your plan to upstage his raid. You got there earlier than them and found a comfortable spot on the adjacent roof to watch from. The drug runners had a 25 man operation, all of which were carrying some heavy duty guns and clearly didn't skip arm day.

"8 on the left side, 6 on the right. 2 guys by the door, 8 pacing and 1 giving orders. If I slip in through the back and work my way forward I should be able to get by. Plus if batsy gets here when he said he would i'll only be on my own for about 10 minutes. Oh yeah, it's all coming together," You smirked to yourself putting down your binoculars. 

Of course you knew you couldn't take them all but that wasn't the point. All you needed to do was prove your skills for a short amount of time. Simple, easy, foolproof.

You slipped off the roof and made your way around the building. The lock to the back door was easy enough to pick and you snuck inside unnoticed. The first 8 men were boxing up the drugs and the next 8 were carrying them to the trucks while the 6 were loading the crates onto the trucks.

Ducking behind one of the crates you prepared yourself for the brewing fight. You peaked over the edge to get one last look at the men when something caught your eye. Inside the box, underneath a large batch of the drugs was something that looked like a bluish sort of metal that definitely wasn't pills. You quietly pushed the pills over and saw underneath were at least 10 very big, very scary, and very not earth originated guns.

"Holy alien gun smugglers Batman," you mouthed the classic Robin catchphrase in disbelief. "They've got a crime ring, inside of a crime ring-" you ducked back behind the box. "That's genius! Why didn't I think of that," you muttered a bit too loud. The man closest to you stopped what he was doing and listened.

You held your hand over your mouth to mask the sound of your breathing. If he saw you all hell would break loose and you'd probably be shot long before you could get away. The plan wasn't exactly going how you wanted and on top of that Batman was early. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the familiar pointy shadow pass over head.

"oh fuck me," you groaned and jumped out from behind the crate to kick the gun from the mans hand. This was just the distraction Bruce needed to jump down and scare the shit out of everyone.

"Oh hey Batman. Fancy seeing you here." You called across the room while dodging a punch. The cheery upbeat comments during an intense fight were always your favorite part of the job because of the looks your opponents gave you. Whenever you brought out the vaguely threatening yet happy voice Tim would laugh and that made you laugh so it was a win-win situation for everyone.

"We'll talk about that later!" Bruce glared at you for a moment before returning to the fight.

The truck, which had almost every box loaded on it already, turned on and started to pull away with 7 people inside. Batman jumped on the back just before it could accelerate all the way. He was whisked away leaving you and Tim to finish up here. "Well that was rude, he could have-gagh hey watch it- at least said goodbye," You interrupted yourself when one man swung his knife towards you.

"You're lucky he didn't chew you out on the spot!" Tim called back while fighting off his own group of lackeys.

You dodged and punched and kicked but in your distraction you didn't notice one man go for the leftover boxes and pull out one of the shiny alien guns. He clearly didn't know what he was doing and started pressing buttons at random. The gun went off and a blast hit the wall shaking the whole building. Then he pointed the weapon at Tim and fired.

He didn't see it. He didn't know it was coming and he couldn't stop it but you could. You just needed to get to him before it did. Your legs moved on instinct well before your mind could do anything. You watched the blast in slow motion like a scene in a movie. You called to him and he turned but it wasn't enough to avoid the shot.

Gloved hands collided with the yellow emblem on his chest and you pushed. You saw the light of the blast reflecting in his mask. One second you were watching Tim fall down in front of you and the next you couldn't see anything at all. The steering pain ripped into your side and threw you into a wall.

The shock left you paralyzed on the ground gasping for air. You tried to move but the pain only got worse. You heard Tim yell for you but you didn't have the strength to do anything about it. He kicked the gun out of the man's hands and hit him over the head. The last two men used the opportunity to run out of the building.

Blood was pooling underneath you, soaking into your uniform and staining your skin. Tim sent a distress signal and rushed over to you. He knelt beside you and gently turned you towards him with a panicked expression across his face.

"You're okay, alright you're gonna be fine." The words tumbled out in a rush. Clearly he was trying to sound calm but he couldn't control the rising fear in his voice. He looked down at the bloody wound trying to gauge the damage.

You finally got somewhat control over your breathing, enough to talk at least. "I probably, fuc- can't donate my k-kidney after this, can I?" You laughed slightly before hissing in pain.

"Well your humor is unscathed I see," Tim riflled through his utility belt and brought out a few small pills. Pain killers would do little against the massive slash that stretched around your side but until Batman got back that it was all he could do. You were losing too much blood for him to move you on his own.

"Oh please, it'll take more than this to shut my jokes down," You smiled weakly. "I mean seriously, a mystery gash-" you winced "-from a weird alien gun? Child's play, I've had paper cuts worse than this." You were rambling now and Tim knew that you rambled when you were trying to distract him from something.

It's what you'd always done. Distraction was your specialty. You could always fix things with a witty joke and the dumb smile you knew he loved. You always knew when he was upset and you always knew what to say. You always had just the right snacks in your secret stash. You always made Gotham feel like a city worth saving just because you were in it. Tim couldn't imagine a world without you.

Even now with pain taking over your mind you were trying to make him feel better.

"Red, if he doesn't get back in time-" you tried to speak but he stopped you.

"No. Don't do that, don't you dare." He didn't look in your eyes.

"Don't be stubborn."

"You're gonna be fine." He stayed focused on stopping the blood. "We'll get you back and fix you up in time for those stupid Law and Order reruns you watch at 4 am. You're not going to die now, you can't. I won't let you." His voice was breaking and shaky.

"Tim," You reached up and turned his face towards yours. You took off his mask and saw the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes. "Let . Me. Go."

He took your mask off as well. "You know I can't."

"I don't think it's your choice anymore."

The spots lining your vision got bigger, taking over your eyes. Your mind was racing and yet you couldn't hold on to any thoughts. A weird calm came over you, you still could feel the wound but it was also sort of numb. Tim's voice was more distant. You knew he was saying something, calling to you, but the words were blurry and then they just stopped

Tim didn't remember when exactly you had died. All he remembered was the way your eyes stopped moving and your chest stilled. He knew you were gone but he still didn't move from your side. Eventually Batman came back and found him holding you. Somehow Dick ended up there as-well and the two of them managed to get Tim home.

He barely talked or ate or even moved for 4 whole days. The next thing he remembered was your funeral. It was a closed casket due to the damage your body had suffered. Bruce had organized a nice ceremony for you, it had two parts. One for your parents and friends who still wondered how someone like you had turned into the unfortunate victim of a stray bullet, and a second one for the people who knew how you really died.

Tim was the last person there after everyone had gone. People tried but no one could convince him to leave. He didn't want to leave you, he didn't want you to be alone.

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[cyborg-franky]

Hewwo I'm your wife so I'm not allowed to win but can I request one of the prompts?

Can I get 4 but where reader is a mermaid who washed up near the Baratie and Sanji rescued her? 😌💕

Sanji x F!mermaid Reader Prompt from the 300 follower event. SFW Word Count: 717

Sanji was around the back smoking and trying to let his temper simmer, he’d once again had a set to with a customer who hadn’t shown the cooks hard work enough respect. The crappy geezer told him to take his break. He leaned against the wall, watching the waves that stretched out forever, watching the smoke he exhaled whirl in the air before vanishing.

He flicked the butt on the floor, stubbing it out, gritting his teeth still irritated from the reason he’d been sent out to cool down. Hearing the water lap against the boat he cocked his head to the side, he thought he heard something.

Pushing himself from where he was leaned casually, he gripped the rails and peered over the edge, he saw a flash of hair, a hand grabbing at the side, trying to cling to wood. He heard the woman’s cry for help, and he jumped into action. Looking around he found rope that had been from one of the many ships that docked at the restaurant.

“Hey! Can you hear me?” He called, kneeling on the deck, and peering into the waves, you cried out and gripped at the side of the boat once more, he threw the rope in when your eyes met, you’d managed to grab it, the rope was wet now but you were desperate.

Sanji felt you grab the rope, the extra tug, you didn’t look heavy… but he was bracing his feet on the rails to tug you up with all his might. You yelled when the human managed to pull you out the water up the side, you crashed on top of him, hair a mess over your face as you peered down at him.

“T-thanks!” You chirped and quickly sat up. Sanji groaned and picked himself off the floor, seeing the beautiful woman he’d saved from drowning, so many questions, was she a careless customer? Did she fall off a marine ship?

“No, It’s fine my love!” Sanji beamed, his eyes started to roam over the soaking wet woman, from her hair, her chest to her… tail? He cocked his head to one side, processing why there waw a large fish tail flopping around on the deck.

“Mermaid!?” He squawked, hand in his hair gripping the strands as he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Ye-yeah but shhhh!” She pressed her wet webbed hand to his mouth, he mumbled and muttered behind it, taking it in his own, gently pulling it away so he could speak, but not letting go. He could feel a nosebleed on the horizon as he admired you.

“Why the hell did you need my help?” He asked watching as you tried to hold his hand in her own, somewhat failing due to the webbing.

“I’m very far from my sea and I got hungry oh and this” You sighed and help your tail up for him to see, a fishing net curled around your tail, no wounder you’d struggled to swim.

“Wait here, ok? Promise me you’ll here when I get back” He stood, his hand lingered in yours like he didn’t want to lose you. You nodded to the friendly human, watching him disappear through a door, lots of yelling and screaming from human men caused you to feel panic.

“Oi oi it’s alright” Sanji mumbled, you stared at the large plate in his hand, smelt the amazing scent of food and your mouth watered. He set down the plate and handed you it. You felt tears pricking your eyes, you’d been so hungry, and it looked so good.

You started to eat it happily, ignoring the human for a moment, Sanji had a pocketknife in his hand, he held her tail in place, marvelling at the beautiful colours before he cut away at the netting which stopped you from being able to swim or float successfully.

“Oh, this is so good, it’s so perfect… what is it?” You couldn’t even wait between mouthfuls to praise him “Just rice and some vegetables…” The way you turned to him with those bright eyes and happy face, he smiled back at you.

“I love it! I love you!” you were so happy, you missed how Sanji held his chest, watching the pretty mermaid he’d saved finishing their plate “I- I’m g-glad!”

[shutterbug2012]

Cursed Euro Report time!!! (early for once because I don't care about sleep apparently)

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 ENGLAND WON THE SEMI-FINAL!!!!!

Tumblr Louies were conflicted between rejoicing on behalf of Louis and the fact that we deep down do not vibe with England as a concept at all. But once again, the things we do for love for Louis Tomlinson.

The Englishmen were very HAPPY to win! Seriously, the way they are so naturally getting on top of each other, getting on their knees, getting straddled, putting their asses up in the air. 🌈L-O-V-E 🌈

Congrats to your boï Kane, for shooting the winning goal!!! Good for him for mastering the art of putting a ball in a hand-guarded hole on the second try!!! The first time is often slippery but usually the second try ends up being making everyone come together!! There's shooting, there's shouting, it's basically sex.

Ok so I decided to check out Team England's twitter as per usual and I was like... there's not gonna be anything left they've used all the innuendos possible but BOY OH BOY was I wrong!!!

Here are some of the most recent thirst tweets:

For a moment, we can breathe. (that's what she/he/they said 😏)

I know it's growing strong... (that's what they said 😏)

So good. So good. So good. (that's what they said 😏)

So many BIG performances! (that's what they said 😏)

We're tired just looking at it (that's what they said 😏)

One more to go. (that's what they said 😏)

Still up? (that's what they said 😏)

A night we’ll all remember (that's what they said 😏)

They could straight up include the 🍆 emoji every time and it would WORK. In short: the social media manager is on crack.

We got Loutent from the match, even tho it started with some VERY DUBIOUS footage of a "Louis" who was wearing atrocious clothes and had suddenly bulked up overnight... FAKE NEWS!!! I was feeling superior and wanted to call everybody out on that obvious mistake but I had fallen prey of the Bus 2 tattoo fake scandal the day before so I didn't feel like I was standing on high ground....anyways!

Real Louis appeared later on, with his "boyfriend" Hot Luke, his "girlfriend" (El), and his girlfriend's girlfriend (Ella), his girlfriend's girlfriend's boyfriend (Ella's bf I don't know his name) and his boyfriend (no quotation mark here) Hot Bald Guy with Glasses aka THE real Mr. O™️, I have declared. His presence is becoming strongly suspicious and if he's there on Sunday then they're definitely doing it, I don't make the rules. (I have not seen any trace of Oli but I could be wrong. Maybe he was at Hogwarts...hahaha)(also one bucket hat was in view because of course there was)

Not that I'm counting but I've counted 3 Bald Men™️ within a 1 meter radius of Louis in yesterday's pub footage, so... draw your own conclusions at that. 😌The man has a clear type.

SO!!!! Finals on Sunday!!! Against ITALY 🇮🇹!!! Our 11 Englishmen better get ready to get their asses licked kicked, to get 💦destroyed 💦 on the field (and maybe off of it too, who knows 😏) to get 💦dominated 💦 by strong Italian sports gods as the ✨tension✨ will be hard high and at the end of 90+ min of balls play 🤲, each team will try to chase their own release 👅and be declared the winner of the ⚽️ Euro 2020 ⚽️!!!

Louies conundrum will come to an end as I believe the general consensus is that England will/should/deserves to lose, but at least the team will have made it 'til the end and thus provided us with Louis footage for as long as possible and also made Louis very happy, which is all we want (no, we don't want music or first-person content, whoever told you that...!!!). We shall see, but unless Louis treats us to a HD selfie if England wins, then I could care less about the brexiters getting the cup, which, may I remind them, is called the EURO cup.

Also the final is on Loudependence day??? 👀 Is something going to happen??? IS MUSIC COMING??? Louies, who have been tolerating Louis' football antics (the tweets! the jerseys IG stories!) for weeks and are desperate for any kind of information on LT2 coming directly from the Boss himself, are franticly asking themselves... Alas, there is no way to know right now...

But I'd say, in conclusion to this 1,000 words essay, that we can't infer that England making it so far in the tournament is based on Louis' wishes and Louies energy backing his deepest desire... BUT we have learned that 🕯manifesting🕯"works" so we need to gather our strength and send ✨good vibes✨ for music content soon. *starts chanting*

In the meantime KMM at Wembley, YES KING!!!

xoxo,

Gareth Girl.

a wild ride from start to finish but so worth it 😌

[raisedbyfandomwolves]

FQ. Just accept I'm right and take the compliment😂 It's a win-win😉 3. I'm fine with that if it ensures the wished for ends😎 And being the Emperor(tho not old and cranky like in SW) does sound like fun😉 2. Lies! I've ignored the funeral cause I don't wanna have to accept his death! And if Bal-Seg and Hal-Ed's deaths don't count than Bart's doesn't either!!😠 GOOD THINGS WILL HAPPEN TOO! DON'T ACT AS IF IT'S ALL MISERABLE! Q2. YES THEY CAN!*YOURS* IS INVALID! MINE'S VALID!Q. It's really not😌

FQ. That may be so but for some reason I'm still annoyed...

3. I'LL DETHRONE YOU!

2. You're still killing him one way or another! And if you're using those examples, that means he's going to die to save Mon-El too WHICH MEANS YOU'RE GIVING MON-EL MORE SURVIVOR'S GUILT! AND IF ME SAYING "THERE'S HAPPY MOMENTS TOO!" DOESN'T COUNT FOR DAX-AM AND EIR NI THEN IT DOESN'T COUNT FOR YOU EITHER!

Q2. NO THEY CAN'T AND *YOURS* IS THE INVALID ONE!

Q. YES IT IS!

[raisedbyfandomwolves]

About what the Secretary threw away(😭): 1. I'm not trying to get you to watch streams, now worries😂 Even I have only done that twice unless you count Griffin's Childe song fancovers😂 2. I have BARELY really written it! It's less than all your PiaD angst combined! And Ohh, that would literally be me childhood dream come true😍 3. YES, you are! Who knows how many other reincarnations you killed so mercilessly! And to recall your own words about Mon: It doesn't count unless it's written!! (TBC)

(TBC)Q2. Right back at you! You gave up the point first! So according to your no backsies rule, *I* win!😈 And NO! Give me back my babies!😭😫 Q. Clearly you must have an evil plan for Karamel since Eve is harmless and peaceful unless triggered!😌🧐 (Haha, I'm glad you have fun then?😂) I think that should be possible& yeahh, don't spend RL money😅 It'd only make the obsession bigger (My friend does and once that door is open, you can't close it again...😅) And yup, Karamel definitely is😊

1. lol, okay, that's a relief.

2. Excuse me, that's an unfair comparison when PiaD is literally 500k+ words long! It's only fair if you use some kind of angst-to-word count ratio! And high five. XD

3. I can't be judged for reincarnations I haven't fleshed out/thought about yet, that's not fair at all! You said you have documents of some kind! That's "written" enough!

Q2. I couldn't have given up a point I didn't know I have so IT'S STILL MINE AND SO IS THE VICTORY! AND YOU'RE NOT "GETTING THEM BACK", THEY BELONG TO ME!

Q. *YOU* TRIGGERED HER, NOT ME! I'M INNOCENT!

(Yep, lol.)

Update: I realised chasing the battle pass would drastically increase my AR level beyond my control which is a BAD idea when I'm still stuck at "just entered Stormterror's Lair" and my AR level is already 25 so... yeah, going to give up on it. T_T But yeah, totally not spending any real money no matter how tempting it might be. (lol, I'll pray for your friend?)

Karamel, the best medicine there is!