#this was my first time making gifs eek

[oreolemur]

Ok so how about a Megumi x female reader.... Where Megumi is a bully... He bullied the reader so much. But the reader Fears Megumi so much so she didn't tell anything to Megumi. Reader had a crush on Yuta. They weren't in a relationship but they liked each other so much... Megumi doesn't like it...cz he loves the reader but never tells anyone cz he loves to bully her.... So being jealous one day he raped the reader and made a video of it and send it to Yuta...

Here you go!!

Watching you from a distance, Megumi couldn’t stand to see you happy with Yuta. “That shit pisses me off”, he muttered. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating. You and Yuta have been best friends since elementary school, but as you both got older, you started to develop feelings for each other. “Wanna hang out this weekend?”, Yuta asked. “My roommate will be out of town. We can watch movies and binge on snacks”. He was always a sweet guy. “Sure, sounds fun”, you smiled, gathering your stuff as you began to head to your next class. “Alright, see you Saturday”, Yuta waved goodbye, going his separate ways. You watched him leave, blushing at the thought of having alone time with him. “Eek, I can’t wait!”. 

Once you made it to your next period, you sat down, sighing. “I hope he’s absent today”. You look at the classroom’s entrance, watching and waiting. “Please don’t be here. Please don’t be here”. You bite your nails, bouncing your leg. “Move your bag”, a voice said beside you. You were so focused on one entrance of the classroom that you forgot all about the other. You look next to you, seeing Megumi…your bully. “Move your goddamn bag”, he repeated. You quickly did, placing it on the floor. “I-I thought you weren’t coming today”, you said. Megumi took a seat next to you. “You’d like that wouldn’t you”, he responded. You knew you would actually. Megumi was always mean to you, taunting you however he saw fit. 

Even during lessons, he didn’t care about the fact that you were trying to learn. He would sharpen his pencil, stabbing you in the thigh with it. What made it worse was that you always wore dresses and skirts, so it was easy access for him. “Please stop”, you begged, on the verge of crying. Megumi could hear the pain in your voice. “If you cry I will do it harder”, he said, digging the sharp object into your skin. You clenched your fists, trying not to cry. Your bully heard you struggling as you took deep shaky breaths. “Tch, pathetic”. But that’s not the only thing he would do. When class ended, he would take it upon himself to trip you, making you fall. One day, you fell so hard your face hit your textbooks, causing your nose to bleed. 

You could never escape Megumi. He had you wrapped around his finger. You were his toy and he loved to play with you. Even when you thought it was ok to avoid him, he punished you for it. When he did hit you, he would beat you in places you could cover up. “You know what happens if you tell anyone about this right?”. He would threaten you, making you sure you kept quiet. You never understood what you could’ve done for him to treat you this way. “W-why do you hurt me?”. You asked that question often, but all he ever said was, “Because I want to”.

No matter how close you were with Yuta, you knew you would never have the courage to tell him. He was your safe space, a person that made you smile, and a shoulder to cry on. “He would be heartbroken hearing about this”. You always put on a smile around him, although some days you were in pain or depressed about your situation. No one could make you feel better than Yuta. Maybe that’s why you have feelings for him? “Are you ready to have fun with me tomorrow”, Yuta asked, walking you back to your dorm. “Of course I am”, you blushed. Seeing your face turn red, Yuta blushed as well. “D-did you pick a time for us to meet? I was thinking we could go out to eat first”, the man asked. Dinner with your crush? You were flustered, “Um…h-how about…7?”, you suggested. Yuta agreed to it. 

Once you reached your dorm, you hugged Yuta goodbye. “I’ll see you tomorrow”, you said. Before you could walk off, Yuta grabbed you by the arm, pulling you in. “What-”, he cut you off, smashing his lips onto yours. “How was that?”, he asked, shocked by his boldness. You blinked a few times as he left you speechless. “Did you not like it?”, he wondered. You shook your head. “N-No…I loved it”. You quickly pecked his lips, walking off. “See you tomorrow!”, you shouted. 

Opening the main entrance to your dorm, you ran into your bully. The two of you looked at each other in silence. “W-what are you doing here?”, you asked. Megumi continued to stare at you. He was furious, but didn’t show it. “Do you like him?”, he asked. You looked at him confused, “Who?”. He sucked his teeth, getting up. “You know who”, he said. “Do you like him…Yuta?”. You nod, “Y-yes, why?”. Megumi stood in front of you, staring into your eyes. He didn’t say anything…just looked. “What do you want?”, you questioned. He ignored your question, walking out of the building. You looked back at him, wondering what that was. “At least he didn’t hurt me”, you said. 

❤~The Next Day~❤

You spent the entire evening getting yourself ready to go out with Yuta. “I have to look my best”, you said looking into your closet for something cute to wear. “This will do”. You picked out a cute black skirt that was knee high. Then you chose a pink long sleeve with ribbons on it. You were so excited that it was hard to contain your happiness. “I can’t believe he kissed me”, you blushed. Having Yuta as your first kiss was a dream come true. “I’m glad he likes me back. Maybe he’ll ask me out”. You daydreamed about the two of you being together. A dream with just love and security…and no Megumi. Definitely no Megumi. You couldn’t help but think about the awkward run in you had with him yesterday. “What was his problem?”. You shook it off, focusing on getting ready. “Nothing will stand in the way of my happiness tonight”. 

Meanwhile Megumi was in his apartment, sitting on the couch.  He stared blankly at the TV which wasn’t even on. “She likes him”, he said. The man saw everything that happened between you and Yuta. “They kissed”. He was in his feelings. “She belongs to me”. Megumi loved you. But how could that be? He clenched his fists at the idea of you dating someone other than him. He wanted you. You were his and his only. It didn’t matter that all he does is hurt you. “She’s mine”. He got up from the couch, grabbing his keys. He decided it would be best to go for a nightly stroll to clear his head. 

❤~6:30pm~❤

You checked yourself in the mirror. “I look so cute”, you smiled. You applied some makeup to your face, adding any finishing touches to it. “Ok…done”. You grabbed your purse and phone, sending a text to Yuta that you’re on the way. You exited your room, heading down stairs. The moment you got to the main entrance, you saw Megumi standing there. It was like he was waiting for something…or someone. You slowly opened the door, wondering why he was there. “Megumi? W-why are you here?”. He took a step close to you, staring. “What do you-”, before you could finish, he slapped you. “Ow”. You rubbed your cheek, looking at him with tearful eyes. “Come with me”, he said. You shook your head, “I can’t I-”. He hit you again. “Come with me”, he repeated. Your cheek began to bruise. You held your face, looking down at the floor. Megumi watched you cry, feeling nothing. He stepped closer to you, grabbing your face. “When your boyfriend tells you to do something you do it”, he said.

You looked at him confused. “B-boyfriend?”, you paused. “We’re not even dating”. He grabbed your wrists, dragging you along with him. “Let's go”. You stumbled, trying to catch up with him. “Please let go of me”, you begged, attempting to pull your arm away from him. He gripped you tighter, digging his nails into your skin. You knew you were powerless against him, so you had no other choice but to follow him. He took you across campus to the apartments that were beside the university. “I hope he doesn’t beat me badly this time”, you hoped. Once he approached his front door, he opened it, pushing you inside. 

You jumped when his dogs began to bark at you. “Ignore them”, he said, guiding you to his bedroom. He ordered you to sit on the bed as he closed the door behind him. “Can we make this quick? I-I have somewhere important to be”, you stated. You took out your phone, looking at the time.”Give me your phone”, Megumi demanded. You didn’t want to. “Why?”, you asked. He walked up to you, snatching it out of your hand. “H-hey, come-”. He slapped you again, making the bruise even worse. “Please stop hitting me”, you begged. Megumi ignored you, unlocking your phone. “You think it’s ok to cheat on me?”, he said. The man kept confusing you. “Cheat? What are you talking about?”. Megumi scoffed, “You know exactly what I’m talking about”.

He was beyond delusional at this point. “I saw what you and Yuta did!”. You can see the anger in his eyes as he was starting to lose his composure. “He kissed you and-”, Megumi was cut off. A text from Yuta came through. “What does he mean “Are you still coming?”, the man asked. “W-we were supposed to hang out tonight”, you said. Megumi bawled his fists. “What!”. He grabbed you by the neck, pinning you on the bed. He choked you as he spewed nonsense about you belonging to him. You clawed at his hands, trying desperately to get him to unhand you. “S-stop”, you begged. His grip became harder. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head. Your body continued to fight back, but the longer he choked you…your limbs grew weak. “Damnit!”, Megumi shouted as he let go. You gasped for air as he got off you.

Megumi reached for your phone, unlocking it again. “Guess I’ll  have to show you AND him who you belong to”. He went to your camera, pressing record. He set the device on his dresser, making sure it was facing the bed. As he approached you, you noticed he was taking off his clothes. You tried to sit up, but he pushed you back down. His hands took hold of your skirt, pulling it off along with your panties. You tried to stop him but he smacked your hand away. “Keep fighting and I’ll make it worse”, he warned. You didn’t want to take that chance, so you compiled. Megumi pried your legs open, spitting on your pussy, before shoving his full length in. You cried out in pain, feeling him thrust hard. “Shut up and take it”, he said. He groaned at how tight you were. It was painful, you never thought that your first time would be like this. 

He lifted up your shirt, exposing your jiggling breasts. He grabbed them, squeezing hard. “Megumi…please”, you sobbed. Megumi ignored you, continuing to do as he pleased. “Fuck”, he moaned, going harder. You couldn’t stop clenching around him. Your tight walls milked his cock, making the man blush. He leaned into your face, holding it still as he kissed you. You cried into his mouth as he forcefully stuck his tongue inside. The phone was still recording, catching everything that Megumi was doing to you. He pulled away from your mouth, looking back at the device, grinning. “Perfect”, he whispered. He drew his attention back to you, staring at your tearful face. “Don’t act like you don’t like it”, he said. “You’re supposed to love your boyfriend’s cock inside you”. 

Megumi stopped, flipping you over on your stomach. He lubed your ass up with spit, rubbing his dick against your anus. “Are you done?”, you asked. “I can’t take anymore”. He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back. Your body was pressed against his chest as he whispered into your ear. “You’ll take whatever I give you”. He pushed you back down, thrusting hard into your ass. You were shocked by how much it hurt. Your cries grew louder. Megumi dug his nails into your waist, holding it for support. “St-stop”, you whimpered. It didn’t take long for your voice to die down. Your vision blurred as you started to pass out. “About time you shut the fuck up”, Megumi said. 

❤~Hours Later~❤

You woke up, lying naked beside your bully. He was sound asleep with his arm wrapped around you. You slowly got up, trying not to make a sound. It was hard to move. You can tell he did more after you lost consciousness. “I know Yuta is disappointed in me”, you said. As you got dressed, you looked for your phone, grabbing it off Megumi’s nightstand. “What the hell?”, you stared at you and Yuta’s messages. He blew up your phone, making you wonder why. As you scrolled up more, your heart dropped. Megumi sent the video to him. “W-why would he do that?”. He edited the video to when you had passed out. He made it look like the two of you were having sex. You cried silently as you grabbed your purse to leave. 

“I’m guessing you saw the video”, Megumi woke up, hearing you sniffle. You looked back at him, asking him why he did that. “Because I love you…”, he got up from the bed, walking over to you. His hand reached out, caressing your face. “You think I want to see you happy with someone else”. He wiped away your tears, taking the phone out of your hand. “Looks like my plan worked”, he read the messages, feeling proud of himself. “You’re an asshole”, you said, snatching your phone out of his hands. Megumi laughed at you. He didn’t care that he ruined your chance with Yuta. All that mattered was that you were his. “Don’t be mad, sweetheart. You’ll grow to love me soon enough”.

[smoshyourheadin]

Meeting Trevor Evarts when mythical first bought smosh and instantly clicking from being the same age, only to seek eachother out in eachothers offices, and seeing how the relationship evolves as he becomes a cast member of smosh?

as a team

pairing: trevor evarts x f! reader

a/n: can i just say, im living for the trevor requests recently!! he’s so cutie pie eek!! requests open <3

you remember the day clearly. the news had just broken: mythical had acquired smosh, and the internet was buzzing with excitement. as a long-time fan of both companies, you couldn't believe your luck when you landed a job at smosh shortly after the acquisition.

your first day at the smosh offices was a whirlwind of introductions and new faces. everyone was so lovely, and brimming with the energy of the new beginning. amidst the chaos, you were introduced to trevor. you knew him from his time on mythical, and it turned out you were the same age, so ian put your guys’ desks next to eachother, and instantly, you felt a connection.

trevor extended his hand with a warm smile. "hey, i’m trevor. nice to meet you!"

you shook his hand, matching his smile, and introducing yourself. "nice to meet you too! i’ve been a fan of you since your mythical days."

"that’s awesome! it’s cool to meet someone my age here," he said, his eyes lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. "so, what’s your job here?"

you explained your position, something about social media, and the two of you chatted for a while about the changes and what you were looking forward to in this new era of smosh. from that first meeting, you found yourselves naturally gravitating towards each other. you discovered you had similar tastes in movies, music, and a shared sense of humor that made you click instantly.

as the days turned into weeks, you and trevor began hanging out during breaks, often finding yourselves in the offices watching youtube together. it became a routine: grabbing coffee together in the mornings, and talking late into the evening.

one day, as you both sat in the lunch office, trevor looked up from his phone with a thoughtful expression. "you know, it's been really great having someone like you around. i feel like we get each other, you know?"

you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "i feel the same way. it's like, we've known each other forever."

as time passed, trevor transitioned from being a sort of behind-the-scenes guy to becoming a cast member on smosh. you watched his journey with pride, supporting him at every turn. the bond between you two only grew stronger as he navigated this new phase of his career.

one evening, after a long day of filming, you found yourselves alone in the office once again. trevor leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "today was a good day. thanks for always being there for me."

"of course, trev. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you replied sincerely.

he paused, looking at you with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. "you know, i think we make a pretty good team. not just at work, but... everything."

your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze. "i think so too."

from that moment, your relationship with trevor began to evolve into something more. you began dating shortly after, and it was more than you could’ve ever asked for. what’s started as an office-place acquaintance grew into a deep and loving relationship. you supported each other through the highs and lows of work and life, creating countless memories and jokes along the way.

as trevor continued to shine on smosh, you were right there beside him, proud of the journey you had both embarked on together. your guys’ bond had turned into an unbreakable partnership, built on chemistry that had been there from the very first day.

[bridgetoesoteria]

🖤Breaking baddie🖤: Describing your 'dark feminine' energy. How to channel it?

Hola malacitas 😘 (i hope that actually made sense lol).

First things first, what is "dark feminine" energy?

Yes, this is the **first website that comes up when you google "dark feminine," but it is pretty thorough and comprehensive! I liked it the most out of all the others. The others either repeated the same points or had too many outdated/black-or-white views. Feel free to do your own research however. There are plenty of videos on YouTube as well. **One caveat...when you get to the part about tapping into DF energy, I disagree with #8 (specifically).

(We're going to keep this post light and I'll dedicate a separate post to my personal viewpoints.)

So I will be telling you all about your personal DF "archetype." I will also provide guidance on how you channel your DF energy.

I am so so excited for this! Eek 🙊 Okay, options below, left to right. I hope it resonates!

I am using a few different decks. I won't be adding pictures but I will provide what cards I drew.

Pile 1

Off the bat: I am hearing "no fuss" and also "ruthless," which is interesting considering the image you chose. I was also hearing the lyrics "all I do is win, win, win no matter what." So I'm getting some really bad ass energy right away! Come thru mob girlies!

4-Card Spread: 4 of Diamonds, 8 of Diamonds, 7 of Hearts, Joker. Bottom of deck is 6 of Clubs.

It's funny you have the 6 of Clubs (wands) on the bottom of the deck. I was hearing those lyrics about winning. This is a card that signifies victory and public recognition or celebration. I feel like the DF side of you is really bad ass! I'm also getting a pinch of "lover girl" energy. Its kind of like you have perfect formula sugar+sheist+everything nice! lol

This energy isn't afraid to be in the spotlight but is also quite comfortable in the shadows. You may be (or this is what other people think) the type to use underhanded to get ahead. Its not personal but you gotta do what you gotta do. I'm also getting an energy of it is easy for people (I'm hearing "dudes" so maybe some of you talk like that) to get attached and feel led on. But I think you are married to the hustle.

Some of you may not regularly reside in this energy and could be put off by the description. But that is exactly why its dark feminine energy. It pokes and antagonizes the status quo, which is where most of us reside from day to day. Traditionally, feminines are not painted as cunning, street-wise, heartbreakers. Your DF energy pushes back against those constraints placed on feminines that require prioritizing the group over self. Not that anyone asked but I think that's actually kind of amazing.

Of course you don't have to reside in this energy and adopt some toxic alter ego, but there probably are some gems hidden here. People who move like this are usually made, not born. In some way, they learned that survival=competition, so you learn to "stay ready so you don't have to get ready." Your motto as a DF would be "every (wo)man for themselves," making betrayals feel less personal because...well it just isn't, as crazy as that sounds.

Advice: The Devil, Queen of Swords, King of Wands, The Star. Bottom of deck is 7 of Swords + Mute (Oracle)

I'm getting a strong message about speaking up. I am using Tarot de Carlotydes and in this deck the 7 of Swords is depicted as a sword swallower. Which I always interpret as "swallowing" the truth. Then as I was focusing on this group's image, I realized the cabinet behind her is full of skulls, reminding me of "skeletons in the closet." Then finally we have a literal Mute card:

The Mute is told what to hear, say and think and is often suppressed. Sometimes breaking the chains against heeded words may be rewarded.

So you currently may be the complete opposite of your DF energy. One of the keywords for the Mute is "insecurities." I feel like a lot of you are sleeping on yourselves. 🔊AND ITS TIME TO WAKE THE F UP!

Maybe you are trapped in your light feminine energy. I say trapped because it feels like you are forced into that box. Super passive, loss of control. Where your DF energy would insist on speaking up and standing out, you may just keep your head down and avoid any trouble.

I'm hearing specifically that some of you love writing poetry but may have someone who discourages you from pursuing this interest. You may want to present your poetry to an audience and they tell you that no one wants to hear what you have to say. For others, they are saying no one wants to hear from you about something else.

If you are used to toxic and restrictive connections or friendships, you are being called to step out of that. Get used to asserting your boundaries, "do not speak down about my hobbies," "if you cannot allow me to think for myself, then we can not continue our relationship." I think you definitely have it in you.

Another keyword listed is "hope." I think some of you may enjoy singleness and being single-mindedly focused on you and your goals, more fulfilling than you think. It can be healing to finally feel like the star of your show.

TL;DR: Your DF energy definitely has a bit of edge to her. She does what she has to do to move ahead and she prefers to fly solo. Even if that is not where you are right now, this energy already exists within you. Once you drop the dead weight--be it toxic family, toxic friends, or a toxic partner--you will see how quickly you flourish. You have every right to speak your truth and protect your peace. Its time to peel yourself off the wallpaper and start standing out and speaking up!

Pile 2

Off the bat: I wasn't getting anything with this group. I found that strange and wondered if I wasn't "tuned in." I think this represents your mental space when you are in your DF energy. You are clear minded and have a "sober" outlook. Maybe some of you are literally sober or are considering it.

4-Card Spread: 2 of Clubs, Queen of Spades, 8 of Spades (R), Ace of Hearts/7 of diamonds. Bottom of deck is 9 of diamonds.

I am very strongly getting that there is something noteworthy about your DF's decision making abilities. Maybe that sounds "boring," but its actually pretty admirable! The world often sends the message that feminine energy does not possess strong cognitive abilities. When feminines contradict this stereotype, they can be labeled as "cold," "mean," "masculine," or met with hostility.

I'm honestly getting that the DF in you does not care. You may naturally lean more to this side in every day life. Or this is where you could be if you tapped into your DF energy more often.

You make clear decisions and keep it moving. You do not allow your thoughts to keep you tangled up in a web of confusion and indecision. Some of you could be really good at chess. I am getting that kind of energy. Calculated, self-assured, and making decisions with no intentions of taking it back.

You are quite comfortable standing on your own, and pouring into your own little world. I get the image of a woman who lives on a quiet estate, walking through her garden, with birds chirping and flying above. Have any of you watched the movie Men (2022)? I loved the imagery in that film and that's kind of the vibe I am getting now. A lot of horse girlies may have picked this pile.

I feel you being very unbothered, above drama. Your DF energy would love to find a masculine that can match your energy. You are good on your own so you won't allow anyone disruptive into your peaceful little domain. You do not make impulsive decisions in love and you are willing to wait for a new opportunity that is worth the investment. With the king of diamonds two cards under the 9 of diamonds, I do feel like this DF energy could pull the kind of masculine you desire.

Your DF energy really shines in STEM related jobs, corporate spaces, or any position that requires a sharp mind.

Advice: Ace of Swords, 10 of Swords, 4 of Wands, Knight of Cups. Bottom of deck is 10 of Wands + Spider (Oracle)

As soon as I pulled the ace of swords, I heard "get used to speaking your truth." I also heard stop entertaining "little boys." I don't think this is in terms of age, I think this referring to the maturity level of masculine energies you may usually deal with. I am in no way encouraging that you pursue anyone older. (Honestly, that does not guarantee emotional maturity or respect. But that's another convo).

I think this message is about the expectations you set for your partners. There is nothing wrong with expecting them to match you. They can either rise to the occasion or be left behind. If you hold this potential inside of you to be a queen of swords, queen of pentacles, and 9 of pentacles. Then I'm sure that energy exists out there in a suitable counterpart. The ten of wands is encouraging you to keep forging forward. I don't like preaching to be "strong" and "endure," but this is different. You are being strong for yourself. If you have to walk alone right now, it gets tough at times, but you are doing it with purpose. It will pay off.

For some this may literally require you to live alone. Its interesting that I keep getting messages about homes. I got a lot of diamonds/pentacles in the last spread, which also can deal with the home and related practical matters. "Home" is one of the keywords for Spider. The Moon is on the bottom of the deck, I think it is also relevant. This is what the guidebook has to say about each:

The Spider traps those who wander into her web. Keywords: Control, Home, Familiarity, Comfort, Trapped, Security. The Moon is not always as she seems. Her delicate glow seeks for hidden truths while blinding others to her own. Keywords: Confusion, Apprehension, Suspicion, Feelings.

You may need to be more discerning when it comes to who you let into your home and/or your heart. You might need to create a little confusion when it comes to what your next move is. Everyone does not deserve your energy or to be held on to.

Spiders can also be associated with anxiety. In regular tarot, I do consider the moon to be a card that can speak about mental health. So some of you may need to make these changes for your own sanity, literally.

TL;DR: Your DF energy is a very strong and self-sufficient queen of swords type. She thinks clearly, can make decisions without questioning herself, and always stands on business. She has high standards for those who come around her because she has built a beautiful life for herself and will vet anyone who wants to join. This self-respect and authenticity helps to attract a suitable mate. One who can match this go-getter, no bs energy. The key to channeling this energy is to start living in it now. Trust your decision making abilities, don't announce or seek validation before you make a necessary personal decision. Staying true to yourself and becoming more independent will pay off.

Pile 3

Off the bat: When I looked at the image for your pile, I immediately heard "I'm not one of those/your little girls." So whew! We are coming in hot! Also hearing "I wish a b---- would."

4-Card Spread: 7 of Hearts, Jack of Clubs, 2 of Clubs, Joker. Bottom of deck is 5 of Hearts.

I am getting more light-hearted energy in this pile than the previous two. Maybe a lot of young, or young-at-heart, people have chosen this pile. This DF energy could easily pull many suitors but she views lovers as more of a "fun time," not so much a "long time." You could also be a little toxic toward lovers. Makeup to breakup, or honestly sometimes its just breakup lol.

This energy is quite fiery and uninhibited. Some of you could be fire signs, specifically Sagittarius. Or I am getting that because of what Sag represents: free spiritedness, adventure, luck. No wonder this DF energy resists being tied down. The world is literally your oyster and you knows it!

This DF energy is also a little scrappy. Have any of you watched the Bad Girls Club? You know how there would be that one person who has a temper, then gets a little too messed up when they go clubbing and ends up wanting to fight everyone... When you see red, people need to clear your path! I do get a bit of a party girl energy which is not surprising considering I was picking up on Sag.

This DF does not have a problem fulfilling her emotional needs. You will always make sure your cup is full. You will always make sure you are having a good time. You realizes that you have this amazing, fortunate energy and unapologetically harnesses it to get the most out of life. I think your DF self is also likely to be single and happy that way. Picking yourself up after disappointments in love is no problem because there are plenty more where they came from. You have an abundant mindset when it comes to love and life.

Advice: Queen of Wands, The Hanged Man, Ace of Swords, 5 of Cups. Bottom of deck is 5 of Swords + Ghost (Oracle)

In order to channel this DF energy, some of you may literally have to ghost someone. I am not surprised the energy of having to cut people off has been coming up. Sometimes the company we keep can really hinder our growth and self-expression. The hanged man is about surrender and next to the ace of swords, I sometimes see this combo as maintaining no contact. Ghost could also be taken literally.

But I think Ghost is also talking about a tendency toward self sabotaging and shrinking yourself. This is the total opposite of the DF energy that I just channeled. Its like the past and your insecurities have a tendency to haunt you and keep you stuck. You may also try to make yourself invisible. In the guidebook, the word forgotten repeats itself twice for this card:

The Ghost lingers, forlorn and forgotten. Keywords: Hidden, Mystery, Forgotten, Spiritual Matters, Fears, Faith

You will need to work on your self-confidence. When you are more confident in yourself, you will be more confident in your decision making abilities. You will be more authentic with the way you present yourself to the world because it won't matter whether people approve or disapprove. You know who you are. With the 5 of cups, there could be something that you are still grieving or regretting but you can bounce back from this! Channel your inner phoenix and allow yourself to blossom. Its time to reinvent yourself!

Be open to all the great things life has to offer you. Guided meditations for gratitude and self-confidence/self-love could be very beneficial. Trust that the flow of life is always leading you to something wonderful. Trust that you are allowed to call the shots in your reality. Do your part then trust and let go.

TL;DR: Your DF energy is very spicy! She is popular and free-spirited. She knows that life has so many different adventures to offer and she does not let anything stop her from exploring them. This DF is likely to be single or somewhat noncommittal. She does not mind flying solo and knows she can always find another mate. She is also quite lucky and manifests fortunate events with ease. To channel this energy you will need to drop any dead weight and increase your confidence in yourself and your decision making abilities. You could benefit from some form of self-help resources like books and guided meditations. And if it is accessible to you, therapy, support groups, or other resources that will help your create a stronger you.

Pile 4

Off the bat: I am getting a pretty serious energy. Some domme energy or you could just be a pretty dominant woman. This could be describing you or your DF energy. I keep hearing strawberries and champagne. Is that even a real thing? I've never met anyone who enjoyed that combo.

4-Card Spread: 4 of Clubs, Jack of Diamonds, Ace of Hearts, and Ace of Spades. Bottom of deck is Queen of Spades

I am still getting some of that super assertive and stern feminine energy. I could see your DF self working being a principal. I am also hearing headmaster/headmistress. I think she would love working with children but not in the traditional, mushy-gushy light feminine way. Its more of a "I have/enforce rules because I love you" type of energy . You believe in structure and order. If this isn't working with children, this could also apply to raising children. I could also see this DF running an orphanage. I did hear "rule the roost" while I was shuffling, so no matter how this resonates, you definitely are not afraid to lead.

You are generous and wise. Beneath the stern exterior is a lot of love and compassion. Your soft spots are not visible until you take a closer look at what you invest your time and energy into. This kind of energy could also attract less mature suitors, because it intimidates them yet they are so infatuated. You carry yourself with grace and probably won't entertain them. You are much more suited to be their mentor than anything.

Going back to the original domme energy I was getting. You may actually prefer partnerships that allow you to wear the pants. You don't really want a masculine energy coming in and dictating to you. You can run your own life just fine and would rather partner up with someone who can understand that. I don't think you want someone that is "weak" either, its more like you desire the cliche of the masculine that calls the shots in the board room but is more submissive/passive at home. They are secure enough to be with a feminine energy as strong as them.

Some of you as DF would be comfortable living a "nontraditional" life. Nontraditional as far as feminine energy is concerned anyway. You may prefer live-in partners, or life partners, over traditional marriage. You could identify with being poly or something similar. You would love to travel and always seek to broaden your horizons. This is the type of person you would expect to have "summer homes." You could also decide to not have children or you would want to wait on having/adopting children. You love living authentically because of how freeing it is to just be you. You don't care what outsiders think of your life because you know you are doing what works best for you.

Advice: 3 of Swords, 5 of Pentacles, 9 of Swords, Queen of Wands (R). Bottom of deck is The Devil + Soil (Oracle)

To channel this DF energy more, you will need to master the art of not giving a shit. Some of you could be currently suppressing this energy. I really don't think its that far out of reach for all of you. Its just your fear that is keeping you trapped.

For some of you this trapped feeling is because you are in the closet. I am not telling you to come out because I don't know how that would impact your life. I want you to stay safe! However, maybe you can seek out queer friendly spaces. Or spaces that are supportive of whatever group you identify with.

There could also be a heartbreak that has left you questioning yourself. In the Tarot de Carlotydes, the 9 of swords is depicted as a woman chained in a dark room, with a flower in her hand and broken heart drawn on a piece of paper. I always see this card as being tortured over a disappointment. In this particular deck, I see as a mental prison that you feel trapped in because you are clinging to and rehashing an event. Holding onto this event keeps the pain fresh or recurring. It is time to release it.

Do not internalize other people's actions and shortcomings. It is not a reflection of you. You are who you decide to be. Do not dim your shine for anyone. Do not stunt your growth either. I'm not sure what it is that is holding you back but you have the potential to be the brightest star! You can be strong, and confident, and assertive. There is this little ball of power inside of you, that can grow if you allow it. Soil echoes the same message I am seeing in tarot. You must let yourself bloom:

The soil is a conduit of both growth and decay. Eyes forward, rooted to the past and reaching to the skies, she'll grow. Keywords: Balance, Forward, Growth, Duty, Building.

Some of you may use less than healthy tactics to cope. Maybe you should think of yourself like a plant. What are you fertilizing your soil with? What are you using for watering? Put the best in, get the best out.

TL;DR: Your DF energy is a L-E-A-D-E-R, okay?! She calls the shots in every area of her life. Some suitors are attracted to her because their immaturity is infatuated with her self-assured, mature energy. However, she prefers an equally strong partner at her side but this does not mean she wants to be led. No, she wants someone that respects her as an equal but allows her to take the lead. She lives life on her terms, loves on her terms, and does not care what anyone else thinks of that. She does have a soft spot but that is not for everyone. This nurturing energy could be channeled into working with children in some capacity. In order to step into this energy, you will have to untether yourself from insecurity and heartbreak. You already have this power inside of you, its only a matter of letting it grow. You don't have to deny what you have been through or the way it impacts you, but it also does not have to hold you back. Replace your unhealthy coping mechanisms with healthy ones.

As previously stated, I have a planned post that will expand on my views about feminine energy and other spiritual topics. I am really looking forward to sharing my thoughts and hope you all will chime in! I would love to start a discussion.

Until then ❤

~ K

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I wear T-shirts: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After Bridget finds out your 'secret life', you and her have been growing close. With your final homecoming on the other side of the week, you build the courage to ask Bridget to accompany you...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, Bold/Italic = Daydream, Bold/Indent = Texts, Bold = PA System

Chapter Theme: Motown - Grayscale

A/n: Aight, I didn't expect this one to be THAT long but whatever lol enjoy it

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into the doors of the school fresh Monday morning. Everyone is dressed in their favorite band shirt... As you head to your first class, you see Bridget... Wearing your own band shirt. Most likely she bought it at your last gig.

"Y/n!" She runs up to you and hugs you

"Nice shirt," You chuckle

"Yeah, I know, they're so amazing," She plays along, "The drummer really caught my eye when I saw them. I'm pretty sure they're my favorite after that."

"Oh did they now?" You ask

She links her arm with your and the both of you walk off into the halls.

"You didn't... Tell them right?" You ask

"No I didn't," She rolls her eyes, "I want you to do that."

"Thanks," You chuckle, "Where are we going?"

"To your class," She says

"It was... Back the other way..." You say

She pivots on her heel and turns to where you begin to guide her to your classroom.

+*+

You sit in the back of the classroom, technically supposed to follow the lecture, but you could care less about the class, you were passing anyway...

You lift your hand over her head, twirling her. Bridget smiles as the both of you continue dancing the night away. She wraps her arms round your neck and pulls you close to her.

Wait-

Do I... Like her?!

Once the final bell rung, you begin making your way to the band room to grab your rehearsal gear. However, you notice Bridget down the hall, near the band hall.

"Y/n!" She notices you again

She waves her friends off and runs up to you.

"Are you able to hang out?" She asks

"Agh... Gotta get to band rehearsal," You sigh, "I got a slight bit of time to talk right now."

"Oh..." She says, "I was hoping we could... So I could... You know..."

"You know?..." You ask

"There's something I want to ask," She says

"Go on," You say

"Would you go to Homecoming with me?" She asks, ripping the big question off like a band-aid

"Yeah," You answer, nonchalantly

Her eyes light up, she doesn't say anything in case you misspoke.

"I'm serious," You say, "I'll go with you."

She squeals as she jumps into your arms.

"Gosh, now you won't have time to find an outfit!" She realizes

"As long as you send me a photo of your dress, I'll find something," You say, "Here, hand me your phone..."

She hands you her phone and you put your number into her contact list. You set the photo she took of the both of you as your contact image.

"There, now you can reach me," You say, handing the phone back to her

"Eek!" She squeals, hugging the life out of you, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, gotta go!" You say, running past her

You dash into the band room and quickly grab your equipment, narrowly being late.

+*+

You throw your backpack onto your computer chair and crash right into bed. Your director was working every single fiber of your muscles that rehearsal. You open your phone and see a text from her.

Hey, I realized that I didn't get to give you my number - Bridget No worries, I had to run to band...

She sends you the photo that she took of the both of you over the previous weekend.

Here's my dress...

It was a white base dress with red and pink flowers adorning the canvas.

The colors suit you. Do you want me to go with you? If you want. EEE! Okay! I'm so excited! Also, aren't you in the Homecoming court? Yeah why? Nothing just wondering. Did you want to be in the court so you could walk me down the track? ;) What? Haven's no. I'm not popular enough to be nominated for hoco court. Mayyyyybeeeee if you revealed your drummer-by-night status, maybe you would be. Hard Pass. I'm taking you to homecoming anyway. You're not wrong. We'll have a dance though :) Lucky me :) I'm going to go to bed now, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.

+*+

You walk into School Friday: everyone wearing their year colors: Seniors getting to wear black.

"Yo Y/n, ready for our last pep rally?!" F/n asks, "Getting to leave last period just for and related things is always a plus!"

"Can't wait," You sigh, rolling your eyes jokingly

"A little birdie told me you're taking the cheer team's captain to homecoming," They add, "How did that happen?!"

"She asked, I answered," You say, "Simple as that."

"Come on, since she found out you were in a band, she's been GAWKING at you," F/n states

"No, impossible," You say, chuckling, "She's a cheerleader, I'm a band kid. Popular, and unpopular. She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She;s the cheer captain and... I'm... In the marching band. No way she'd fall for someone like me."

"Jeez you sound stupid," They sigh in annoyance, "Just give her a chance. May never know until it's too late."

"Lets see how homecoming goes," You say

As you sit in the classroom, you had time before the ending bell rung.

"I heard it was a lame band kid that asked the cheer team captain to homecoming..." "Really? I heard it was the drum captain. They're pretty cool." "Still. They're just as lame as the regular band kids."

Your brows furrow as you listen to the comments made about you. You shouldn't care... Shit like that has been happening since you began your marching arts career.

Imagine if they'd find out that the drum captain is in a band-oh my god no...

Would the members of the Cheer Team, and Marching Band report to the band room."

That's my cue.

You sling the strap of your backpack over your shoulder as you weave your way through the desks. You trip over someone's foot sticking out from their desk. However, your feet instantly catch themselves and you compose yourself before continuing to walk forward.

"Sorry loser!" The person laughs

More laughs add in...

"This is not a classroom to make fun of your fellow classmates," The teacher begins to scold them

"It was a joke Ms. [Name]!" They say

"In my eyes it didn't seem like a joke," She says, "Are you alright Y/n?"

At least someone that isn't the band director cares... Sorta...

"I'm fine Ms. [Name]. They're not worth it," You sigh, "They'll never learn."

"Why you!-"

"I recommend you sit back down [Bullies' Name], or I will make sure that you will never see your final homecoming football game, and homecoming," Ms. [Name] firmly states

"Whatever," They huff, sinking back into their chair

"Go on Y/n," She turn to you, smiling

You wave her off and rush to the band room. You were her favorite student, not intentionally. But you treated her with basic respect and turned in her assignments.

+*+

Soon after the pep rally ended, You grab your things from the band hallway and make your way out to the field for a quick practice before prepping for the homecoming parade.

+*+

You hang your jacket up against the bars of your locker and then head out to the tailgate. As you travel further from the entrance of the band room, showering the band area of the tailgate, you found yourself at the very end, seeing the cheerleader's tailgate. You see very familiar pink hair. She wore a warm up two-piece track suit. You'd be surprised if you saw one of them not wearing one of those.

"Hey you," She smiles, "Care to get some food with me?"

"Only if you actually get some food," You say, "I wouldn't want to watch you pass out on the track tonight."

She nods as she takes your arm and leads you through the cheer tailgate.

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" She waves at them

"Oh hi sweetie!" Her mom greets her, "Is this Y/n Y/l/n? We've heard a lot about you."

"Really?" You ask, looking at her

"We really appreciate that you're taking her to homecoming," She adds, "We were surprised that no one had asked her."

"More like she asked me," You say

"Wow," Her dad chimes, fixing the both of you a plate, "That's really bold of her."

"Okay thanks dad bye!" She takes the plates and walks off

You follow after her.

"What was all that about?" You ask

"Parents... They tend to do everything they can to embarrass their kids," She says

"True," You chuckle

The both of you sit somewhere a little secluded to avoid judgmental eyes.

"Sorry you're not hanging with your friends," You say, "I can always go back to my band friends."

"It's not a problem," She tells you, "Besides, I couldn't catch you before the pep rally."

"Aww you missed me," You tease

"Shut up," She lightly shoves you, giggling

After sitting with each other for a little while you check the time on your phone.

"Oh, gotta run," You say, "I'll see you out there."

Bridget nods as you make your way back to the band room.

+*+

You walk in-step with your drumline members as you all walk into the stadium to warm up.

*Bridget's POV* You grab your pompoms and walk with your squad to your part of the stadium. You catch a glimpse of the drumline as you walk by. Y/n looks up after hoisting the drum over her shoulders. She smiles as you walk by. Your cheeks heated and you look away, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Quit making google eyes at the drum captain," f/n says, "We have our own thing to do tonight."

*Y/n's POV* You tap off a beat and the other members follow suit, in time.

+*+

You meet up with the winds and the guard to run through some show music before heading to the back of the field for pregame.

Pregame goes as normal, with the exception of having alumni perform the fight song off the field.

You go to your seat and begin helping the drum majors pass the drum stands to your drummers who require one.

Throughout the entire game, you really didn't pay attention. You played where the drum majors wanted you all to play, the team either scored or the other team did. But, the game was in the bag anyway. Your eyes drift down to the track and see the cheer team doing a routine. Bridget up in the air and then trusting her teammates holding her up to catch her when she came back down...

If only I had that much faith in my drummers...

You wouldn't trust them to keep you upright. A handful of them were rookies or transferred from the front ensemble. You'd pity the next drum captain after you, and your friend leave, as you and them were the best drumline members, not because of the seniority, but since their both of you were doing indoor drumline since the both of you were eligible to start: The both of you learned from the people who had done Drum Corps; highly elite form of band...

+*+

You walk off of the field as the parents of your fellow seniors meet up with you; your parents included.

"We would like to congratulate all of our seniors and their contribution to our organization," Your band director announces over the speaker system

Some only gave light claps, fellow band parents of non-senior members cheered their hearts out. Your head travels to the side where Bridget stood with her fellow senior cheer members. She smiles as she gives you a subtle applaud.

+*+

Like you predicted... Your football team won the game. The band plays the fight song to the people exiting the stadium. you return to the band room and change out of your uniform, as well as organizing everything in the drum storage.

"Y/n, you have a visitor!" One of the guard girls says

You look near the band room door and see Bridget. you slide on sweatpants and make your way over to her.

"Want to walk home?" She asks

You nod as you sling your backpack over your shoulders.

"Do you get to go home after school when you have either practice or a game?" You ask

"No, do you?" She asks

"Nope," You answer, "Kinda sucks honestly... But, I'd be to band on time. One time the entire freshman class was late to rehearsal.... Our director made them run a few laps."

"Sounds like he's really passionate about marching band," She says

"More like it's to make the rookies 'care' about being in band, or it's a punishment, beats me," You say, "Your cheer coach do something like that?"

"Nope," She says

"Say, wouldn't there be an after-party for the cheer team?" You ask

"There is, but I'm too tired to go, what about the band?" She asks

"Also yes, but I'm also way too tired for it," You answer, "It's being hosted by some band kid I don't know well... Besides, we still have time left."

You walk her up to her door, her parents greeting her at the door.

"Thanks for walking me home like always," Bridget smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," You smile back, "I'll see you tomorrow."

+*+

You walk over to Bridget's house and wait at her front door until her parents open the door.

"Ahh! Y/n, welcome in," Her mother greets you, "Bridget is finishing up in her room."

You nod as you patiently, but awkwardly wait in silence until you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Bridget," You look up at her

You take in her features that go with her dress...

"You look gorgeous," You smile

Per her parent's request, they take a bunch of photos before the both of you walk to the school.

The both of you walk hand in hand; watching everyone mind themselves.

"Yo Y/n!" F/n walks up to you, "Evening, Bridget."

She happily waves at your friend.

"Wouldn't recommend going in the gym," They say, "Hot as hell, and the music is rank."

"That's unfortunate," You roll your eyes

"Guess we might have to blow this popsicle stand early," f/n suggests

You look at Bridget, the hope in her eyes slowly disappear... But, come back once she processes the idea.

"You know what, I've been to three other ones," She says, continuing to hold your hand, "Let's get out of here."

"One word Y/n, keeper," f/n says, "Come on!"

F/n and their date, you and Bridget head out from campus grounds and find the nearest late-night diner; the four of you sitting in a booth in the corner.

"So, what are you two planning on doing after high school?" f/n's date asks

"We've been considering continuing our band full time," F/n says

You nod.

"Would you bring us on tour?" Bridget asks

"That's if a headlining band asks us to tour with them," You say, "We've never been asked to tour yet. Plus, you wouldn't just be watching. We'd give ya'll something to do."

"Like what" Bridget asks

"Be the people who help run our merch table," You say, "Wouldn't hurt to have help at the table."

"Would we get free merch?" f/n's date leans in

"I mean... Sure," You answer

They both squeal.

"How did we get lucky with the most famous band in town?" Bridget asks, leaning onto you

"Surprised that the school hasn't heard of you guys," f/n date notes

"Well, almost everyone in the school is into rap, or whatever," F/n says, "They don't both to support local music..."

"That's a darn shame," Bridget says, "They really are missing out."

"Oh well, their loss," You sigh, "I kinda like having an audience that is respectful. You could always hear the audience speak during our halftime shows..."

"It's a damn shame," F/n says, "We work our asses off to put on a good show, and then it's like... No one gives a damn."

"No matter though f/n, we'll be out of the godforsaken school soon," You say, "Fortunately we don't have to do anymore halftime shows."

"All that's left is State Finals," They say, "Then indoor season. Really throws us off our gig schedules."

"Indoor is only on the weekends you idiot," You sigh, "We can still do performances on the weeknights."

"We'd be cutting it close to waking up on time for school though," They add

"Must you always be a killjoy?" You ask

"I'm pointing out the facts," They raise their palms in defeat

The four of you continue to converse until the diner began closing for the night.

"See you Monday you two!" You wave off your friend and their date, leaving you and Bridget alone

"I know it's a little late but... Want to take a drive?" You ask

"Sure," She says

The both of you hop into your car and drive in silence: only the music from your radio filling some of that silence.

"Do you know how to drive?" You ask

"I do but... My older brother took the only other car when he moved out," She says

"Well, that really sucks," You sigh, "Well, I'm more than happy to give you a ride. I really love driving."

You take a random turn...

"I would hate for you to put a lot of miles onto your car," She says

"It's not a big deal," You say, "We live near the school anyway."

"Okay," She sighs

+*+

You pull into her driveway, putting the car in park as the both of you relax for a moment.

"Thanks for taking me," She says, "I had a good time. Even though.. Most of it wasn't spent at homecoming."

"Thanks for deciding to accompany me," You reply, "I also had a good time. Even if it wasn't at homecoming, being anywhere with you is an adventure to me."

"I'll... See you Monday," She says, smiling

But she doesn't move from her seat...

"You alright?" You ask, "Did-"

Before you could ask if you did something wrong, you felt her lips touch your cheek. You only sit in the driver's seat in shock as your eyes watch her exit your car. She leans down to the window and waves you off. After waiting for her to close her front door, your brain attempts to process her kiss...

Chapter 3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Look What You Made Me Do 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Curtis Everett, ceo!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The conference room is set. An array of desserts sprawl across the table on trays, carafes of tea and coffee, ewers of juice, and a large jug of water. There's only one thing missing, aside from your employees. The most basic of necessities.

You search around for one of the cafe workers in their all black attire, the logo the only snatch of brightness on their being; a plume of smoke that reads Everett's. A venue recommended by several of your company members though you preferred the more corporate chain. You approach the man with the buzzcut and stubble along his jaw as sets tongs on each tray.

“Hello,” you greet him, crossing your arms. His grey blue eyes flick down at the gesture and back up. He offers an expression short of a smile. “I'm just hoping you have some cutlery. Oh, and napkins.”

“They're in the truck,” he checks his watch as he gives the monotone answer.

“Shouldn't they be up here?” You insist.

He sighs, “we're setting up. One thing at a time.”

You're taken aback by his tone. You're not in the habit of being mean to service workers but you expect more than his dismissive manner. You poke your tongue into your cheek and tilt your head.

“I understand, there's no need to be hostile,” you reproach.

“I'm not,” he takes another lid off a tray, “I'm just stating facts. You'll get your forks and knives.”

You lift your nose up. You don't like this man. He is too gruff for this business.

“Hmmm, well, thank you. I'll be sure to tell your boss how helpful you were,” you take out your phone as your words drip with sarcasm, “and so bubbly and nice.”

You scroll through your recent numbers. This was a lot of work, the type you don't usually make. The whole event was your idea, to show some appreciation for your employees, but it's left you entirely exhausted.

You hit the number you've been going back and forth with over numbers and arrangements. You step away with a trite smile and turn your back. You wait as the phone rings. It answers on the first.

“Everett's,” the short response, in double.

You blanch and hesitate to say anything more. That's odd.

“Uh, hello, I'm from–” you begin and stop again as the odd echo eeks you out. You turn and face the man with his phone in hand, the screen showing the call on speaker.

“So, you forget to order something?” The man asks.

You squint and approach him step by step. You scoff, “huh.”

“Look, I'll get the forks, happy,” he pinches a set of tongues in front of you, “if there's anything missing, I'll be more than happy to refund it.”

Your mouth pinches in irritation, “right.”

“Curtis Everett,” he drops the tongs on a tray and offers his hand, greeting you by your name.

You look at his hand and reluctantly shake it. His grip is tight, almost painful. You pull away, hiding your discomfort.

“Ma'am,” he smirks and turns on his heel.

You stand, speechless, watching him strut out. ‘Ma'am’? You… you aren't that old. Your grays aren't that bad. Are they?

You strut around the table. The coffee smells great. You pour yourself a cup of the dark roast and blow over the top. You wander around and take a careful sip. It is great coffee, you have to admit. At least to yourself.

“Locally roasted,” Curtis declares as he enters with a box under his arm. “In house, just like all our products.”

“Mm,” you lower the cup, your lipstick stained on the rim.

He puts down a tray and starts to load in bamboo cutlery from the box, nearly sorting it into the different sections.

“Bamboo?” You frown.

“Biodegradable,” he says without looking up, “we are local and sustainable.”

“I don't want splinters,” you sniff.

“Well, you could just use your hands,” he shrugs. “Or are you too good for that too?”

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, lady, I didn't come here to be treated like a dog. I came here to make sure everything was set up properly. I'm a business owner and I'm sure you know that means I could be doing something more important.”

“You could,” you agree.

“But I'm here. I'd call that attentive service,” he insists and flips the flap shut on the box, “you have a good day, ma'am. Maybe try some decaf.”

He walks back out and once more leaves you glaring

As good as the coffee is, it's not worth that man's ego.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

hey, first of all I want to tell you that your one shots are truly wonderful! However if you feel ok with these topics I would like to make a request: I would really like something with rhea brat tamer x brat reader maybe even with spanking, as long as you don't feel uncomfortable with this

thank you!!! sorry this took so long for me to answer. i’ve been racking my brain to find a way to do this, but i think this was the best way, i hope i do it justice eek. i’m not completely sure if i’m getting the brat thing correctly but i’ll try my best, anyway thank you for the request and i hope you like it!!

For Me.

rhea x fem!reader

content: brat(?) reader with brat tamer(?) rhea, simply fucking. i’m so serious. no plot just sex…no really.

You’re sitting on your knees in the middle of the bed waiting for your next command. You’re anxious and scared but also very turned on as your mind tries to figure out what the hell she’s doing in the bathroom. She had left you, bare, wondering what could possibly happen next.

You began to get out of your spot when she finally comes out, “where do you think you’re going?”

“You were just taking so lo-”

“Did I tell you to move?” she growled.

“No ma’am,” you bow your head. You finally see what she was doing in there staring right back at you: she was putting on the strap. Your breath hitched but you didn’t dare let her see.

“You never do what you’re told,” she said under her breath.

You didn’t answer.

“Over,” she pointed and you got on all fours. She walked to the side of the bed and landed a good smack on your ass. “That’s for moving when I didn’t tell you to, and this,” she smacked you once more, “is just because I like watching your ass shake when I slap it.”

You winced at the hits and you could already feel the handprint forming. The sting was so strong, but you liked it so bad.

“I’m sorry Mami, but I was getting worried,” you whine.

She walked back around to the front of you and cupped your chin in her hand, lifting your head up, “no need to worry about me, babygirl, follow my rules and you won’t get punished, we’ve been through this. You can do that, can’t you?”

You nod your head.

She gripped your face tightly, “Speak!”

“Yesh ma’am,” you force out between your contorted lips.

“Good girl,” she let go of your face, “now come here,” she pointed to the silicone protruding from her.

You crawl forward and sit back down on your heels, your ass still stinging from the hits before. You wince as you situate yourself in front of her. You start to grab at the dick in front of you opening your mouth but she stops you immediately by putting her fingers in your mouth and slapping your hands away with the other.

“You’re such a slut. You were trying to suck me off without my permission, huh?” she pulled you forward by your teeth, forcing you back to all fours but this time you were leaning on your elbows. She spanks your ass once more with her free hand, making a whimper come out of you. “What did I say about following my rules?” she pushes you back to sitting.

Tears were forming in your eyes at the sensations of her fingers in your mouth and your ass cheeks red with her handprints, though you were dripping. You loved her like this, mean, dominant and controlling. She didn’t do this often to keep you on your toes so you never knew when Mami was gonna come out, but when she did, you were done for.

She wiped a loose tear that fled from your eye, “my pretty girl,” and finally removed her fingers. “You do so well listening to me every other night, what’s gotten into you?”

“I just need you,” you admit, “sooo badly.”

“Yeah?” she bent down so that her face was mere centimeters from yours, “then be my good girl and you’ll get rewarded,” she whispered. As she stood back up, she pushed you hard making you fall backwards onto the bed. You fumbled around until you were comfortable enough to keep going.

A devilish grin plastered on the woman above you, she laughed deep and guttural. Keeping her eyes locked onto yours, she stuck out her tongue and dragged it all the way up from your stomach to your neck. You could feel the silicone barely touching your hot center making you writhe under her in hopes for some sort of traction.

Her hand followed the trail then closed around your neck, “you look so beautiful begging for me baby, how about you try harder?” as she tightened her grip.

“P-please Mami,” you struggle to speak but you loved it, “please f-fuck me,” you force out.

“That’s my girl,” she let go of your neck and used the same hand to draw fast but gentle circles on your needy clit. You immediately arch your back with a long moan in her ear as you scratch your nails down her muscular back. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you whine.

She removed her hand and guided the dick into you slowly. Once she was fully in, she lifted your legs to her shoulders, folding you in half, and slowly pumped in and out of you. After a few seconds she decided you were ready and began pounding into you… roughly.

“Oh fuck yes!” you cry as your hands gripped on the sheets beneath you.

She continued to fuck you senseless. She was going so hard that your tits were bouncing so violently that they hurt, but you didn’t mind one bit. The sound of the strap slamming into you was making her crazy. “listen to you,” she said between heavy breaths, “such a slut, so wet for me.” The smile on her face grew wider as she noticed that you were close.

The sweat was gleaming on her forehead, almost dripping from her hair that was stuck to it. The bed was creaking, but you didn’t care, you could barely breathe, but you didn’t care about that either. Her hips were plunging the dick into you over and over creating the familiar knot inside. You couldn’t hold it much longer.

“I can tell you’re close baby,” she growled, “so cum for me, cum all over Mami’s dick.”

A loud whimper came from deep inside of you followed by a “HOLY FUCK,” as the knot inside of you untangled. Your legs shook as you came hard on the strap.

The second she pulled out, she flipped you over and hiked up your hips plunging the silicone back into you. “C’mon princess, I know you got another one in you. Just for me,” now she was going full force into you once more. She didn’t dare let you have any down time. With your back arched and your ass in the air, you could barely think about anything other than what she was going to do next.

So, she slapped your ass causing a yelp to come from you. She stopped for a split second to grab your arms and pulled you back against her. Your head tried to rest on her shoulder but to no avail, mainly because she was pounding into you so hard that it was just bouncing too much, so you let it fall forward. One of her hands reached to your neck and made you tilt your head back once more.

“Keep… your head… up,” she barked.

Whines and moans unconsciously fell out of your mouth. The pressure between your hips grew once more, “fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” you force out.

“Already? God, you’re such a whore,” the accent was deep, sending you closer to the edge. You loved hearing her accent become thick, especially when it was in your ear as she’s fucking the life out of you.

She let go of your arms and pushed you back down by your head holding you in position beneath her, like she’s done multiple times with women in her ring. Her free hand came down hard on your ass sending ripples through your skin, “since you want to be such a slut, prove it and cum right now.”

“Shit, MAMI!” and the pressure released once more. This time your body tensed, gripping the sheets as you bit down on them. “FUCK,” you breathed. She pulled out causing you to squirt all over her thighs and the bed as you whined loudly at the release.

“Yessss, that’s it,” she cooed as she ran her hand through your wet folds before pushing your hips to the side letting you fall onto the bed.

You were breathing heavily as she laid down next to you. “You did so well my baby,” she moved the sweaty hair from your face, “and you look so pretty, all fucked out.”

All you could do was smile at her. All your energy went into the last few minutes that you could barely move until…

“I think it’s my turn to have some fun, huh?” the tattooed legs easily slipped out of the strap, dangling it on her hand, “now do you want to fuck me or do I need to do it myself?”

[rosepinksky]

Pay For My Time (pt. 3)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female

In which Ghost's neighbour drags him in for dinner, and then ruins his life.

Warnings: eek it's a fun one! rough sex (PIV), overstimulation, soft dom!Ghost, semi-exhibitionism, mild alcohol use, brief aftercare

word count 4.2k

part 1 (smutty!)

part 2

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I’d been toying with the idea of texting him for days. Nothing ever seemed right; the texts too desperate, too familiar, too needy. But I’d been indulging in early afternoon cocktails with my vibrator between my legs for an hour and the only vision my mind could conjure up was the sound Ghost made when I swallowed his load. I hadn’t seen him in just over a week, only a couple of single line texts exchanged since he had come to visit me at the club. I sighed heavily, grabbing my phone and bringing up his contact page.

No harm in a little neighbourly friendship, right?

Do you have any sugar?

No. Why?

: ( trying to make a daquiri.

It’s 2 in the afternoon.

It’s a Sunday!

There was no reply for a few minutes, and I went back to scrolling mindlessly through my phone, dangling my feet over the end of the couch.

I’ll go to the shop for you.

I sat straight up, beaming down at the message. I giggled to myself as I typed out a reply.

That’s very sweet of you.

You made me dinner.

I’ll make you a cocktail too, now. Door’s open when you get here

He didn’t respond, and I fixed my hair in the black reflection of the TV. I shoved my vibrator under the cushion, and pulled another cocktail glass from the cupboard, busying myself as I waited for him by washing the strawberries.

I heard a firm knock at the door. “I told you it’s open!” I called, not turning around from my work.

I heard the door click open first, and then quiet as he paused in the kitchen doorway.

“You really shouldn’t leave it open.”

I glanced over at him, smirking at his grumpy expression. “Why would I need to be scared when I know you’re right upstairs to protect me?” I teased, popping a strawberry into my mouth as I grabbed the bag of sugar from his hands.

He bristled, crossing his deliciously huge arms over his chest. “What if I’m away for work?” He challenged flatly.

I rolled my eyes, moving to stand in front of him with a strawberry grasped between my fingers. I held it up to where I guessed his lips were. “Relax,” I whispered, my eyes glittering with mischief. “I can look after myself, Ghost.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, ignoring my silent offer of the fruit. “You’re a tiny woman. You couldn’t defend yourself against a fly.”

I scoffed playfully, moving back to my counter as I poured generous amounts of liquor into the shaker. “I’ll get a gun.” I shrugged, my back towards him.

He let out a low chuckle and leaned against the doorframe. “That would be illegal.” He retorted.

I grinned, my eyes flickering over to him in the corner of my vision. “Never stopped me before. Anway, I bet you’ve got a million weapons upstairs.”

He shifted his weight and let out a small huff. “I’m trained to use them. I’m not some reckless girl with a penchant for leaving her door unlocked.”

I glared at him lightly, shaking the cocktail as I turned back around to face him. “You could train me.” I suggested off-handedly.

He let out a genuine laugh at this, reaching over to pluck the shaker from my hands and taking over.

“Maybe just some basic self-defence first.” He smirked down at me, his eyes filling with amusement. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Fine.” I grumbled, grabbing the shaker back once I was satisfied with his effort and pouring the contents into the two glasses, garnishing the sugary drink with the fruit I’d sliced. I held one out to him, offering my own up to clink against his.

He obliged begrudgingly, watching me with a curious glint in his eye. “I really should teach you.” He glanced up to scan the rest of the flat. “Should secure this place better, too.”

I beamed as I kept my eyes on his. “Aw, Ghosty. You want to keep me safe?” I took a sip as I watched his reaction.

He frowned down at me. “Don’t mock me. You’re a young woman living on her own in a bad part of the city. You should have locks on your windows as a bare minimum.”

I refused to back down from my teasing. “Didn’t think you’d be so protective. I like it.”

He turned away from me with a sigh, making himself comfortable on the armchair. “Don’t call me Ghosty. It’s not cute.” He warned, but lifted his mask to taste the cocktail anyway.

I plopped myself back down on the sofa, resting the glass against my chest. I let the room sit in silence for a moment, humming happily to myself as I enjoyed my drink.

“How’d you learn to cook?”

Every time Ghost broke the silence between us it surprised me, and this question surprised me even more.

I shrugged. “My ex.”

I could see him raise his brow beneath the mask as he leaned forward curiously. “Thought you didn’t do relationships.”

I sighed, tilting my head towards him as I took another long drink. “I don’t.” I replied finally.

He hummed thoughtfully. “He must have been special, then.” A hint of envy seeped through his casual tone.

I groaned, looking back at the wall, suddenly very interested in the art I’d hung there months ago. “Just insistent.”

Ghost leaned further forward, his elbows on his knees as he spoke lowly. “I can be insistent.”

I smiled at the change in his tone. “You don’t need to be.” I told him softly. “I like you anyway.”

He scoffed and sat back again. “As a friend?” He asked, slightly bitterly.

I rolled my weight so that my body was facing him as I stretched my legs out. “Yes. You don’t want to be my friend, sir?” I pouted.

His jaw clenched and his grip around the delicate glass tightened. “I told you not to call me that.”

I giggled, my gaze unwavering as I enjoyed the way I could see him getting nervous around me again. “Why? You like it too much? You want me to call you sir and follow your orders, soldier?”

He adjusted his trousers slightly, and my eyes snapped down towards the motion. My excitement started to grow in my stomach, the orgasm I’d been unable to reach earlier still in the back of my head.

“Oh.” I breathed, standing to walk over to him and perch myself delicately on his lap. “I hit the bullseye, didn’t I?”

His pupils dilated as he glanced down at where my thighs spread as they rested on his, his free hand reaching up to curl around my waist.

He cleared his throat, taking another sip as his gaze stayed glued to my legs. “Would…would you want that, too?” He asked, tearing his eyes away as they bore into mine.

My face flushed, and I nodded keenly. “Yes please.” I whispered, a coy smile spreading across my lips.

He set his drink on the coffee table, drawing his hand back slowly as he ran it up my thighs. When his fingers brushed against my hips he dug them in hard, yanking me over his thighs to straddle him. I let out a surprised yelp, but ground against his lap as I fisted his shirt in my hands for balance.

He let out a throaty groan, one of his hands coming up to grab my chin. “Do you want this, Lucy? Do you want to be my good girl?”

I nodded desperately, feeling myself grow submissive under his intense stare. He smirked, the mask still tucked above his nose and exposing his sharp jaw and plump lips to me. I stared at them needily, my pussy growing wetter as I felt his heart beating hard beneath my hands.

He squeezed the flesh of my hips again, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “I’m not giving you anything until you use your words, pretty girl.” He taunted.

I whined, my eyebrows knitting together. “Please, sir. Wanna be your good girl. Want you to fuck me.” I wriggled on his lap, seeking friction against the rough fabric of his trousers.

He chuckled, stroking my jaw with one of the fingers gripping my chin. “Such a good girl. So pretty.” He praised, a hand stroking from my hip, up my waist, to gently massage at my shoulder. “You put such a little show for me last week. Had to go home and fuck my fist to feel better.”

I gasped softly, my pussy clenching at his confession. “What did you think about?” I whined, my fingers unfurling from his shirt to trace his bottom lip.

He smiled, pressing a delicate kiss to one of my fingertips. “Though about snatching you off that stage and fucking you backstage. Make you watch yourself make those desperate faces in the mirror when I bent you over and made you scream my name loud enough all those dirty men could hear you.”

I let out a pathetic whimper. He soothed me with a gentle caress to my throat, before grabbing the back of my neck and standing to his full height, the other hand going under my ass to support my weight. I wrapped my legs around his waist, leaning my forehead against his as I panted softly.

“I wish you would. I’d let you fuck me so hard on the vanity we broke it.” I moaned, nails raking across the top of his chest. He moaned into my neck at the thought before throwing me back onto the couch, my head hitting the cushion with a soft thump.

I froze, wide-eyed, as I felt my skull connect with a button and a faint buzz filled the silence.

His jaw dropped, leaning over me as he brought his head closer to the sound.

“Lucy…what the fuck is that?” His shocked expression slowly morphed into a wolfish grin, hand slowly sliding towards the cushion.

I scrambled upright, rushing to try and turn the vibrator off with my trembling hands. He grabbed me wrist and snatched the toy from me, a low chuckle reverberating in his chest as he held it up, inspecting it with something between awe and disbelief.

“You dirty…fucking…whore.” He laughed gleefully, pinning the wrist he still held above my head. “Did you text me just so I would come over and make you cum, huh?” He taunted, head dipping down so that I could feel his breath against my lips.

I squirmed, the humiliation and arousal setting my cheeks alight. He tightened his grip, shoving my wrist further into the solid arm of the couch.

“Answer me, Lucy.” He demanded, a dangerous look in his eyes.

I let out a faint whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. “I did, sir.” I gasped out.

He released my wrist, sitting back on his heels to watch me underneath him. He tutted mockingly, “Well…who am I to deny a pretty girl what she wants?”

He took my cheek into his hand softly. “Safe word is strawberry, okay?” He patted my cheek when I didn’t respond. “Open your eyes. Repeat it back to me.”

I opened my eyes slowly, nodding in recognition. “Strawberry.” I whispered, feeling utterly tiny as loomed over me.

He smiled again. “Good girl.” He threw his weight onto his elbow, grabbing my hair in a tight fistful as he smashed his lips against mine. I let out a loud moan at the sensation and he took the opportunity to trap my lower lip between his teeth, nipping hard enough to draw tiny specks of blood. He groaned, low and guttural, as the taste flooded his mouth.

He ripped my pyjama shorts down to my knees, breaking the kiss to let out an appreciative growl at the lack of underwear. “Fuck, pretty girl, were you so sure you’d get me between these thighs?” He squeezed at the soft flesh of my inner thighs. “Couldn’t stop thinking about marking these up.” He laughed breathlessly.

He spread my lips with two of his fingers, dipping a third in to coat in the wetness that was now soaking the top of my legs. He dipped it into his mouth, moaning as he tasted me on him. “Fucking perfect.” I shuddered under him, trying my hardest to keep my legs open for him. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway; he had his other hand clamping my thigh down to keep me spread wide.

“Please…” I rasped out, eyes silently pleading with him.

“Patience, baby.” He whispered up at me, shuffling down to press open-mouthed kisses to my thighs, nipping lightly at the skin there. “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

He licked a thick stripe up my centre, neglecting my clit as I whined pathetically and tried to grind down on my face. He shoved me back his hand on my thighs, flashing a warning glance. I sighed frustratedly, but stilled my hips.

He hummed at my obedience, tongue returning to my pussy as he lapped at it languidly, relishing in my dripping arousal and trembling thighs. He raised his lips to my clit, licking tiny circles as he brought a finger to push into me slowly.

A deep, desperate moan escaped my lips as my back arched at the sensation, electricity coursing through my limbs as I tangled my fingers in his hair. He chuckled from between my legs, and his eyes were pitch black as he glanced up. He didn’t stop, only increasing his pace as I fought to keep from screaming so loud the other neighbours would call the police.

He mumbled something into my core, but I was too caught up in the intense waves of pleasure to hear it. I only snapped my head up when he moved away, and my throat instantly went dry when I saw him retrieve the vibrator from behind him. He chuckled as he saw my expression, plunging his thick middle finger back inside of me, eliciting a sharp gasp.

He turned the toy to its softest setting, and placed it on my clit. The stimulation drove me crazy, and I could feel my climax building up almost immediately as he kept it lightly buzzing on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He pumped his finger in and out of me slowly, sitting back slightly to admire his handiwork as I almost thrashed beneath him, chest flushed and heaving.

“You want to cum, princess? On you go.” He encouraged, hungry eyes drinking in the way my thighs tightened around his arm, head thrown back in sheer bliss as he drove me closer to the edge.

I came with a strangled scream, practically convulsing on the couch as my breath got stuck in my throat. He growled, shoving my top up to my neck to expose my tits and shoved it into my mouth, muffling the whines I made as my eyes screwed tightly shut. He grabbed a handful of my right breast and kneaded it roughly, short nails digging into the sensitive area.

He let out a shaky breath, palming himself through his trousers as he withdrew the vibrator for just a second. I panted around the makeshift gag, my spit coating the fabric as I came down from my high.

Just as soon as my breathing started to even out, he turned up the vibrator to the higher setting, curling two fingers in as he replaced it on my clit. My eyes shot open as I shook my head, my body still wracking with pleasure from the last. I felt a couple of tears spill down my cheeks at the sudden resurgence in sensation, and I could feel the next orgasm approaching rapidly. I cried out, earning a small but stinging slap across my chest from Ghost.

“That’s it. Just take it.” He didn’t look me in the eyes, too captivated by my swollen, gushing pussy. “You can give me more than that.”

I nodded weakly, a sheen of sweat forming on my forehead and along my collarbone as my muscles tightened once more. He curled his two fingers inside of me, the girth of even them bigger than any toy I had in my collection. I moaned, my body begging to release the tight coil in my stomach.

I came with a sob, hands fisting desperately at the cushion above my head. My back was so arched I could feel my shoulder blades almost touching, but I couldn’t control the way my body reacted to his touch.

He didn’t give me any reprieve this time, pressing the vibrator harder onto my clit and easing a third finger in, laughing as my body stretched to accommodate him.

“Shit, you’re so tight, I’m going to split you in half when I fuck you.” He whispered in amazement, his fingers ruthlessly fucking me at record speed. I sobbed underneath him, shaking my head as I pled with him with my eyes.

My third orgasm washed over me like ice water as my eyes rolled back in my skull, every part of me trembling from overstimulation. He ripped his fingers out and I whined as he tore the tshirt out of my mouth, slapping my face lightly to get me to open my eyes.

“Safeword?” He glared down at me, lifting the vibrator off slightly, just enough to let me form a coherent thought. I furrowed my brow and shook my head insistently, using all of my strength to keep my legs spread for him.

He grinned and brought his fingers back to my soaked core, easing all three back in with a soft moan in my ear. “Such a perfect girl, letting me wreck her. I need you broken before I fuck you, Lucy.” He whispered; his breath hot on my ear. I shivered, nodding weakly even as I felt another shock from my abused clit.

He tossed the vibrator to the side, fingers still pumping into me harshly as he leaned down to nip and lick at my neck. “Just one more, baby. Give me one more and I’ll fuck that pretty pussy.”

I cried at the ceiling, his body almost completely covering mine as his thick forearms kept working on pushing me off the edge. I felt the band in my abdomen grow tighter and tighter, tears now pouring down my cheeks as I fought the urge to wriggle away from him- not that I could if I tried, trapped under his weight.

I sobbed out with a choked gasp as relief flooded my senses, the band snapping as white overcame my vision. Ghost growled, biting down on my neck as my body jolted forward one last time, his hand coming to cradle the back of my head.

He pressed soothing kisses to my throat as I came down, whispering praises in my ear as my body melted into the couch. “You did so good, Lucy. You deserve this, you deserve my cock.” He murmured in my ear as he grabbed my arms and lifted me to stand.

My knees buckled for a second as I gained my balance, but his grip was steadfast as he held me upright. Once I found my footing, nodding up at him cautiously, he whirled me around to press my back against his chest, holding me there securely by the hips.

He leaned down to press his mouth to the side of my head. “I’m going to fuck you against that window, princess. I’m going to make you fold and then split you in half.” He whispered harshly, lifting me almost off the ground to shove against the full-length window.

He chuckled as I caught myself with my hands against the glass, head lolling against the soothing coolness. “You better keep quiet or someone’ll look up.” He teased as he traced his fingers over the curve of my waist. “Or maybe you’d like that. Little exhibitionist.”

I sighed blissfully as I heard the sound of his belt coming undone behind me, the soft thud of his trousers falling to the floor after. He stroked my hair away from my sweaty face, hushing my whimpers lovingly.

“Just – shh – that’s it, just relax.” He groaned as he pushed his cock inside of me, gasping as the tight walls clenched around the first few inches. “So fucking tight.” He hissed, his hands digging into my flesh as he stilled.

“Safeword?” He asked softly before he went any further.

“Uh-uh.” I moaned out, too preoccupied with the feeling of absolute fullness with not even half of his cock inside of me. He chuckled and wrapped a hand around my hair, using it to drag me back towards his chest.

He thrusted up once more, and I nearly squealed as his thick tip brushed my cervix. He groaned deeply as he bottomed out, cursing under his breath as the hand in my hair tightened even further.

When he shoved me forward I stumbled, but as both of his hands grabbed me by the hips I had no choice but to catch myself against the window. He slammed into me, setting a brutal pace from the very beginning and I had to bite the flesh of my forearm to stop myself from screaming out.

He growled behind me, almost lifting me off of the ground by my hips as he fucked his cock into me, his pent-up frustration releasing as he bruised the skin around my ass.

“Say thank you, sir.” He demanded roughly, bringing a hand down to slap my ass hard.

I let out a choked moan. “T-thank you, sir!” I cried, my toes curling as he hit the sweet spot inside of me repeatedly. I felt like a ragdoll, his balls slapping my clit as he plunged into me like I was nothing more than a toy for him to use and cum inside.

A strangled laugh escaped him as he kept the pace up, bringing one hand forward to wrap around my throat, pulling me back harshly to rest my head against his shoulder. He forced my chin upwards so that I was staring up at him, shoving a finger in my mouth to pry it open.

I did as he asked, presenting my tongue to him as my brows knitted in sheer desperation. He spat into my mouth and I felt another gush from my pussy as it clenched around him.

“Fucking swallow, Lucy.” He commanded lowly. I did, moaning louder as the hand around me throat squeezed a little. He sighed, burying his masked face in my shoulder. “Good girl.” He groaned, the hand on my hips shifting to rub at my aching clit.

I screamed and thrashed in his arms, the sensation overwhelming. He shushed me quickly, the hand around my neck rubbing small circles over my pulse point.

“Almost there, baby. Just come around my cock and we’re all done.”

I whimpered, but nodded, relaxing in his arms as he fucked up into me, letting myself go limp as my orgasm built up. My fingers grasped at the air, my stomach so tense that I thought the muscles might snap.

He moaned loudly into my shoulder, biting at it as he reached his peak. “F-Fuck Lucy, I’m gonna cum. Come on my fucking cock, please, let me cum inside of you.” I wailed as he sped up his motions on my clit, my vision almost cutting out as his words shoved me over the cliff and I came.

He let out a strained groan as I felt him almost crush me in his grip, his hot seed pumping up into me. He panted heavily into my hair, relaxing the hold on my scalp but still holding me upright as he let the waves of his orgasm crash over him.

I could barely breath, just collapsing limply against his chest. He chuckled breathily, pulling me into him as he fell back onto the sofa, holding me securely in his lap, his cock softening inside of me as his cum leaked out around him.

“Fuck.” He sighed, his breath still heavy as he lazily stroked the tops of my thighs.

“Uh-huh.” I laughed weakly, not yet trusting my voice to form words. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, using his mask to mop up some of the sweat that had formed on his upper lip.

“Are you okay?” He whispered against my cheek, eyelashes tickling me. I nodded again, nuzzling my face against his as I relaxed into his chest. He smiled softly. “You did so good for me.”

I sighed happily, letting him lift me off of him and place me on my side on the soft cushions. He leaned down and kissed me softly, tenderly, and my eyes fluttered shut.

“There’s still a little daquiri in the shaker, if you want it?” He offered, his cheeks still flushed. I giggled.

“You know me so well already, Ghosty.”

 He grinned as he shook his head, pulling his trousers back up before making his way into the kitchen. He reappeared with a freshly refilled glass for me, strawberry and all, and held up his own to clink against mine.

[rosewaterandivy]

fightin' to get better

modern!eddie x f!reader

summary: eddie does his damndest to get us out of the study to take a frickin' break.

a/n: My blog is 18 +, minors DNI; purely self-indulgent smut and prosaic idolatry here, my usual brand of filth.

🎶 ooh, let you slide up your hand, uh oh, let go all of my plans 🎶

Grad school could suck a dick. A whole bag of ‘em as far as you were concerned. The entirety of your summer had been taken up by this final class— a subject you loved, but far too much reading and work assigned for the condensed semester.

Eddie thought so too.

The man was quick to chime in when you’d had a glass of wine or two and finally extricated yourself from the front room you’d claimed as an office. Couldn’t understand how you would be complaining one minute and then the second he adds his two cents, you’re defending the professor in question.

But then again, you’d always been tender-hearted.

Which more than explained your penchant for collecting strays, present company excluded, naturally.

“That’s it,” he says, fingers working to peel the damp label from the beer bottle. “First thing tomorrow, I’m gettin’ on the horn with this so-called professor.”

“Eddieeee,” you whine, lips falling into a pout. “Don’t do that.”

He leans into it really playing it up, an eye roll and scoff combo, head inclining to rest on your shoulder as he falls on you dramatically.

“Can’t have my best girl pulling all-nighters every other week.”

His voice was softer, not laced with his typical jocular tone. The bright images of the screen dance across your faces in the cool room. Eddie settles against you, warm breath fanning across your chest and neck.

He can see the subtle dark hues beneath your eyes, hates the evidence of your sleepless nights spent in front of the computer, nose buried in a book.

“I know,” you rasp after a beat or two. “I’ll get better baby, I promise. S’just a few more weeks and then I’m army-crawling to the finish line.”

He cracks a smile, unable to hide his elation at your accomplishment— at you.

Eddie Munson and his genius girlfriend, who would’ve thought?

—

So it really shouldn’t be a surprise a week or two later when Eddie wanders into the study to find you up at all hours of the night. Again.

“Babe—”

“Jesus Christ!” You jolt in your chair, startled by the sound, and slowly swivel toward him. A deep breath once you realize who it is, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room.

And, sure enough, your boyfriend is standing there wiping the sleep from his eyes, sporting his Suspiria sweats and looking entirely displeased.

“God Eds, make a noise! You’re like Ruth Gordon just standing there with a tannis root.”

He crosses his arms with a sign, ignoring your barb. Ruth Gordon, with her blue eye shadow and head scarf? Puh-leeze.

“You said you’d be ten minutes.”

You shudder at the timbre of his voice— raspy and low, hitting the sweet spot that sends heat rushing to your core.

“Shit, I’m sorry, babe.”

Glasses discarded and hair askew, you sigh catching the time and start to pack it in for the night.

Eddie is surprisingly quick for someone snatched from sleep and dreaming, he turns your chair away from the desk and fixes you with a look.

The penetrating kind, where he squints and tilts his head like he just can’t figure you out. And yeah, he’s never really understood academia or why the books you’ve had to buy are always so damn expensive. But he does his best to support you, reminds you to eat and sleep more than he’d like because you have the tendency of getting too caught up and distracted.

His gaze softens, “C’mere pretty girl.”

Eddie picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, despite your protests. Smacks your ass for good measure.

“M’gonna fall!”

“No, you aren’t,” he tuts, “Such a drama queen.”

He barrels through the dark house only to deposit you in the dimly lit bathroom. A shaft of light eeks in from a partially opened closet door, candles flickering on countertops catching their reflections in the mirror.

Right side up again, you pause and take a look around. The bathtub is filling up, bubbles growing in soft peaks of foam, and a bath bomb fizzles away, painting the water in candy-colored hues.

There’s a glass of wine and another of ice water, sweating against the ledge of the tub. An iPad propped up in the corner, your favorite show cued up and ready to go.

“Baby,” you say, turning back to him, voice barely above a whisper. “What is all this?”

He takes a step toward you, the slightest inclination of his chin prompting your hands to rise above your head. Eddie’s nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt and tug it upwards, soft fabric brushing against your skin only to be kissed with damp heat.

“Jus’ wanna take care of you,” he says simply, quietly. As if he’d rather do nothing else.

“Oh.”

His fingers alight on the waist of your shorts, thumbs hooking in and pulling down.

“Hmm.” He says, kneeling in front of you, brow quirked and eyes seeking yours. “Feelin’ lucky today or—"

The heat rises in your chest and neck, hands flying to cover your face while he lazily peruses your bare form.

Not so much luck as it was sheer exhaustion that informed your sartorial choices and distinct lack of underwear today, but you’ll take what you can get.

His breath ghosts along your thighs, muscles tightening inadvertently, the coil in your stomach winding taut.

As you step out of the shorts, Eddie turns off the faucet and herds you back against the sink. A brief lift and you're sitting on the countertop, legs splayed, head falling against the cool mirror behind you.

Eddie buries his head between your legs, and smothers praises between your thighs.

Eddie's pretty sentimental with oral— kissing, kissing, kissing— can't stop his lips from meandering, can't stop his mouth from savoring. He noses against your slit, tongue darting out to taste. A low rumble ripped from his chest as the slick muscle works against your petaled heat, savoring the arousal gathered there.

He gets dizzy off it. Selfish for it. It all goes to his head— whimpers and moans falling from your candy-pink mouth, a prolonged whine of his name.

Left, then right, back over again. Drowsy roaming paths, curving and bending, pleased when you arch into his mouth, forever wanting more. Licks you for hours like you’re the last bit of sweetness in the world, savors it long and lazy and delicate.

"Sweetheart," he sighs, pulling away briefly. Lips ruddy and wet with your slick, smiling slow and dangerous, “You’re fucking delicious, baby.”

You moan on his clever tongue and the sloppy sounds he makes. He's always stunning— eager and devoted to the singular task of lapping at you like a starved man.

Two fingers twist inside before he turns them back and shoves them in his own mouth. He repeats this again and again, like pulling a secret from your body that only he’s allowed to enjoy.

“Yes,” he sighs, “Fuck yes. Fuck—mmm—"

It's as if you're on the precipice of a coming storm, pressure building, and rising, too, in your belly, as he works into your body, heavy-lidded and transfixed on your beautiful face. Deeper until you’re shaking, pulling your legs up over his shoulders, getting him closer, closer, closer.

Your toes curl.

"Eddie—"

You shatter like a splinter of lightning. It bursts across your skin—a bright, brief halo—before it’s gone, chased by the explosion of swollen clouds. He muffles a loud fuck! into the meat of your ass, while his fingers continue to corkscrew inside of you.

He's wet down to his wrist, coaxing vestiges of arousal from you, and rises to kiss your open, panting mouth, your exposed throat. Eddie's lips turned wicked and desperate when he asks, "Think you can gimme another one?"

Nodding dumbly, bath and freshly laundered sheets completely forgotten, you watch as he all but yanks you down further, ass now hanging off the countertop. Swings your legs over his shoulders and dives back in, your cunt now positively flooded due to his velvet tongue.

On the bright side, this all-nighter was exceedingly better than the one you had planned; you wouldn't have it any other way. Well played Eddie Munson.

Well played.

[hhoneyribbons]

Eye contact :: ledgerjoker! X female reader

WARNING :::

SMUT AHEAD!!!!

A/N : I’ve not written in such a long time and i finally found the time to , so i hope you enjoy and this is rather messy and its my first smut so i hope you like eek okay please enjoy luv ya !!!

summary : joker had been so busy witch causing chaos in Gotham city so much that you and him haven't seen each other in almost two months,one night you come home from working only to see Ur porch light on and things take a turn for the best....

word count ::  1,545

it's been two months since you've seen...touched and been with your madman, of course, you were more than worried... but you thought of yourself as crazy to be worried because the man lives for chaos ...but you still missed him and would bundle yourself up in one of his shirts and a blanket that smelt of him... the intense yet calming smell of grease paint and gun powder with a hint of liquor ...

your shift ended 5 minutes ago you pull your white coat on over ur black dress and pack up ur purse walking out to your car getting in and driving off home you turn on the car radio listing to a cd joker made for you, you looked at the dark night sky and feel a lump in ur throat thinking to yourself... " no no y/n don't cry he's okay, and just busy" you shake your head getting rid of the bad thoughts and continue to drive home

 20 minutes later

you get out of the car your cheeks turning pink from the cold November air as the wind blows hard you walk up the many steps to your apartment and your heart beats as you see the porch light on worrying if you left it on... you felt more than paranoid. you grab your keys from your purse to open the door but as soon as you put ur hand on it,

it slowly creaks open...  'what the...' you said to yourself and slowly step into the apartment walking down the hallway you stop in your tracks as you step into the living room...

His eyes watch you stop as if you were frozen in time.  his face bare with vulnerability no war paint to cover his exhaustion his body slouched in your loveseat chair his dirty blonde hair pushed back as he wears only a black dress shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned. your eyes never left his you were too much in shock that you were actually seeing him …

   it's like he was playing a wicked game with your mind ... his slightly tan skin that you only would ever dream to see and touch.  his red lips that would hold a proud mischievous grin now dark pink lips that were scarred.

your breath became uneven as you gently drop your bags next to your feet and slowly walked to him plopping down into his lap and pulling him into a tight hug almost whimpering out as his warmth surrounded your cold body    'j...it's really you, you softly spoke to him as his head came up and stroked the back of your head gently

 he licked his dark pink lips licking over his scars and lets out a deep breath as if he's been holding it

   'mm hi doll...' he said in a deeper voice instead of his normal clowny voice

your heart was racing miles as you held onto him tightly gripping his shirt as tight as you could

he hummed out enjoying your hold " it's been a while J I've missed you...so much " you said moving back to look up at his dark brown almost black eyes you both stayed in silence looking into each other's eyes trying to read each thought and emotion in one another ... the air slowly became heavier making it almost hard to breathe as then ur eyes slowly found jokers lip

   "mmhh~ I've missed you too baby doll.. m' just been so busy " he spoke out to you and bit his lip   as his eyes wandered over you " maybe too busy..mm? " he asked in question

you hummed in response as joker moved his hand to your knee rubbing up it slowly with his warm rough hand on your soft skin your body shivered as his hands moved up your dress rubbing your thigh and ass lovingly but his grip told otherwise his grip was tight making your body tremble in all the right ways, your eyes shut as you spoke breathlessly

  " y-your so wicked Joker..mm " you whimpered out  he slightly dug his nails into ur thigh he grinned

" you as well baby-mm"

  your eyes open as your hands move with a mind of their own your thumb finds his scared cheek rubbing over it his body tenses as he moves back slightly he released out a deep growl eyes flickering shut almost warning you..daring you to continue, " you're so beautiful " your eyes water as your mouth speaks your thoughts. without much thought, you sniffled as tears fell and leaned in kissimg him deeply

he responds back to the kiss faster than lighting, his hand gripping your neck and snarling into your mouth as his tongue pushes through your lips and you both fall into a messy makeout hands pulling clothes off his shirt on the floor as your dress and jacket is thrown somewhere in the living room.

your lips leaving one another as joker moves his kisses down to your neck " J-J ahh~nmm" you panted out as he sucked bruises onto ur neck  your hips slowly grind against his he growled out his hands hitting on your ass as you jump with a squeal    he moved his lips from your neck looking at you

" naughty naughty girl..mm" he looked at you darkly as his hands rubbed up your waist slowly moving to ur bra strap   you sucked in a breathe nervously as the bra was moved from your body you nipples stood hard at the cold air no matter your shyness joker kept eye contact with you grinning as your blushed face

   his hands moved to your breast cupping them up into his warm hands " so pretty doll-mm my pretty babydoll  " joker dirty talked as he started to bounce his knee against your pussy you gasped out holding onto his thigh and whimpering

" p-pleasemm.. please" you pleaded to him with soft doe eyes biting your lip he chuckled darkly at your pleading and licked over you hard nipple sucking on it grazing it with his teeth growling out you huffed in pleasure and you pulled at his dress pants " please.. please d-daddy I need you so bad mm joker" you whined out

 he smirked around your boob pulling off your nipple with a flick of his tongue" mm you sure know how to get a guy going doll~" he huffed out his breathing became uneven as well you lifted up off him to let him pull down his pants with his boxers  your eyes winded at his cock.  

his cock was hard and glistening with pre-cum your cold hand slowly moved to his cock grabbing as he hissed out clenching his jaw as you stroked his cock gently biting your lips joker watch you and pulled your pantie band making it snap against your skin you giggled as his patience was running out and lifted up once aging pulling your panties off.

  you slowly sat back down into the joker's lap, the joker grunt " ohh come to daddy mm~ how I've missed you" his hand finding your clit and rubbing it in rough but slow circles you blushed and grinded against his hand whimpering as he moved it away

only to rub his tip against your entrance slowly pushing his tip in you dug your nails into his arm throwing your head back as he pushes his cock in all the way into ur wet throbbing pussy " o-oh fuck j mm feels so good in ahh ~" you moaned out rolling your hips

 he held a grip of your ass in his hands grunting out and slapping your ass " mm ride my cock baby uhh.. be my good slut" he growled out as you started to bounce on his cock you moaned loudly arching your back and making your chest hit into his face as you rode his cock harder gripping onto his hair slightly and tugging it which led to the joker letting out an animalistic growl his hands gripped ur ass making you go faster on his cock and forcing his cock deeper hitting against your g-spot making you feel close to the edge

 you screamed out trembling as the joker bruised and teased ur nipples while his hips kept thrusting up into you " c-cumming mm I'm gonna cum please fuckk-mm" your head became hazy wanting to feel the pleasure of your climax  

joker groaned out almost being able to hear small whimpers from him " mm ughh cum doll agh fuck cum on my cock baby f-fuck ah y/n mm cum with me"

 your eyes rolled back as Joker's nail clawed down into ur thighs as you scratched marks into his you both cumming on and in each other with moans and groans. you fall limp into jokers lap your hips and his never stopped moving but slowed down

and you laid your head on jokers chest listing to his heart " mmm i would have come home earlier if I knew id get a treat"    

you giggled at jokers words and looked at him " oh only want in for the sex hm? player" he grinned " well it is a plus " you playfully smacked at his chest which landed you a small spank from the joker as you both smiled at each other and kissed together again...

the end...

[dilf-din]

I would LOVE!!! #7 with Luke if you feel comfy writing him

EEK! What an honor to write for my Lala! I hope you love a sweet sweet Luke!!

Luke Skywalker x gn!reader

Warnings: none, all fluff! pining, childhood friends

WC: 1400

7. we always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?

Fresh off their win over the empire, Luke decided to tie up any loose ends before devoting the rest of his days to the Jedi order, or, what was left of it. Time was no longer his enemy, after all. Squeezing Leia’s hand goodbye, he climbed into his X-Wing, accompanied by R2, and set off in the direction of his old home, Tattooine. It had been years since his feet left the sandy surface for the first, and for a while he thought, the last time. There were many moments when he didn’t know if he would ever make it back, or if he even wanted to. But with the handsome pay he had received for his services, he knew the honorable thing to do was to make sure there was no animosity there towards his aunt and uncle. They had worked hard to provide for him his whole life, and he wanted to make sure they could truly rest in peace with no debts to be owed.

With a solemn heart, he descended into the dusty atmosphere, and landed gently on one of the countless sand dunes he had grown to loathe and miss simultaneously.

R2 beeped at him curtly as they made their way into town.

“I’m sorry, buddy. I promise. I clean out your tracks real well when this is done.”

You sound just like your father, he beeped back, and a boyish grin flashed across Luke’s face.

——

Luke stopped by several shops at the local market in search of clearing his uncle’s name. Most of the keepers were glad to see him, while some seemed indifferent or even skeptical of his return. The black glove covering his right hand drew a lot of eyes towards him as it stood out like an ink spot in an otherwise beige world. Hushed whispers and pointed fingers in his direction piled on as people caught sight of the saber hanging from his hip. He felt no animosity in the force though, they were just curious. He was happy to be the talk of the town for the next few days. He recalled how excited he had been as a child to catch whispers of Jedi and star pilots passing through their town.

After making a few small payments and accepting condolences paired with sincere handshakes, his business was done. When he ducked out of the last hut and started heading further away from the ship, R2 beeped a question at him.

“I just wanna see an old friend before we leave,” he called over his shoulder as the droid followed dutifully along.

Luke hoped you would be home. He asked around to see if you had a shift at the diner tonight, but got mixed answers. You lived in a small house just outside of the main town wall. It took no more than a few minutes to walk there. As the suns set, the air quickly turned from a blinding heat to a heavy chill. Pulling his hood up to keep the wind out of his wisping bangs, he stopped at your door, hesitating before knocking. There was smoke rising from the chimney and warm light spilling from the windows, so he knew you were home. But what if you didn’t want to see him. What if you weren’t alone. What if—

His thoughts were interrupted as you peeked through the crack in the door before swinging it open eagerly.

“Luke!” you called out as you threw your arms around him in a tight hug, “Oh, maker, I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”

“Boy do I have some stories to tell you,” he grinned.

“Won’t you come in for dinner? I was just about to set the table,” you urged, stepping out of the way to allow him room to duck through the doorway.

He let his hood drop from his head as he swept off his cloak in one motion and hung it neatly on the hook by the door. Your heart gave a kick as you thought about your things hanging next to his, how normal and natural it looked.

“There’s been talk all over of you joining the rebellion, blowing up the Death Star, fighting the sith! Is it true?” you asked eagerly, clasping his hand in yours and drawing him towards the kitchen. He took a deep inhale of the steam wafting from the pot on the stove.

“You know I’ll tell you everything, but can we eat first?” he smiled.

The two of you sat cozy at the small table nestled beneath a window as you listened to him talk about star ships and lightsabers and far off planets. You noticed the strain of his shoulders beneath his shirt, the way his brow sat a little heavier, the scars littered on his skin and tried to take in the fact that this was no longer the boy you grew up chasing womp rats with, the boy you whispered with all through school, giggling until you got caught. You hoped he didn’t notice your gaze lingering on the pout of his lips as he filled your house with laughter and stories of bravery in a way it hadn’t been since he disappeared. For so long, you were afraid he had died in the blaze that claimed the lives of Owen and Beru. You couldn’t think about living in a world without those blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight while the two of you were out way too late. It wasn’t until you had heard from several different people that they had spotted him in Mos Eisley that your heart was able to rest again. But oh, how it ached in his absence, how it was so full to the brim with hope for him that it became a very heavy thing to carry around.

At some point in the evening, your hand traveled across the table to rest on top of his, needing to feel his warmth to convince yourself that this wasn’t all just a beautiful dream. He noticed your eyes starting to look bleary as the moon was starting to descend in the sky.

“You’re tired. I should go,” he said quickly, withdrawing his hand from your grasp.

“No, no, you can stay. I’ll just set up a bed on the sofa,” you assured him, gathering up the bowls and spoons and carrying them to the sink.

“You don’t have to set up a whole other bed. We’ve had sleepovers before,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.

Before, you thought. Before you sprung up like a weed and were a whole head taller than me. Before you disappeared and turned my life into a whirlwind of worry.

But then something else inside of you overpowered the apprehension, a desire for closeness. You thought that, maybe if you heard him breathing right across from you, maybe if you felt his shared warmth under your threadbare quilt your heart could finally rest.

“I still sleep on the right,” you smiled.

“And I still snore.”

“I’m glad some things haven’t changed.”

——

The two of you took turns freshening up before climbing under the covers. Your bed felt much bigger when the two of you were much younger. It felt like his face was only inches from yours. Luke melted into your mattress like a bed was a luxury he had longed for, his blue eyes closing as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He looked so peaceful, you didn’t want to disturb him. A tentative hand rose to brush his hair back from his forehead, “I was so worried about you.”

“I know,” he breathed back, eyes still closed. His hand rose to meet yours, and he rested it against your cheek, “I’m here now. Please sleep.”

You weren’t sure if it was some kind of Jedi mind trickery or what, but when his fingers laced with yours, peace flooded in, making every limb heavy and a warmth radiate through you, deep from inside your bones. With one deep exhale, your eyes shut too, as you breathed out a lifetime of longing. You weren’t sure what the morning held for you, but for right now, you were beside the person you cared for the most in the galaxy.

[according2thelore]

okay so your es/ls verse is making me lose my mind omg!! I check everyday and every little snippet heals a part of my soul I am not even kiddinggg! This last one about es!sam missing was so so so on point, I finally have the courage to send you an ask - what if es!sam or dean or both at the same time see ls!sam and dean uhm...um...doing what they are yearning for, kissing or spooning or straight up boning...what happens then? Does ES!Dean freak out and bolt? Does ES!Sam feel hopeful about the future for the first time since coming? Do ES!Sam&Dean evade each other forever?????? Do they accept it or try to play up their wtf reactions as if they havent been dreaming of this forever???

PS - odd detail but I love how adorably you write "kisses you on both cheeks" - english isnt my first language so forgive me if this comes as weird but this phrase of yours always me laugh because it is so cute haha?! I hope ES!Sam kisses Cas on both cheeks? Did I use it right???

EEK! thank you, anon! MWAH MWAH!

and please send me all the asks in the world! i cradle all of these asks in my hands like a duckling, lol!

OKAY ANON LMAO I TOTALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING COMPLETELY WRONG!!!! i read it as: what if LS!Dean&ES!Sam walk in on LS!Sam&ES!Dean kissing, and wrote this big long terrible thing about it!!!! my mistake!!!!!!! i was about to click publish then read it again and realized my error! if y'all ever want that lesson in angst and torture, lmk lol.

but GAH!!! your BRAIN!!!! i had to write a narrative little thing about it, i hope you enjoy!

sam doesn't know where the hell anyone is.

he checks the kitchen. nope. the armory, no one. the library? empty. he checks everyone's bedrooms, the garage, the war room, the dungeon (still can't believe there's a future where he owns a dungeon), and they're all completely empty.

sam is starting to suspect that they all went out without him, despite the fact that sammy had immediately established the ground rule that no "same" winchesters can go out together without a pretty extensive disguise.

that rule had been established when they all went out to the bar to drink their collective problem away (with the younger winchesters in big-billed trucker hats) and a drunk girl had stumbled straight from older dean's unwilling arms into younger dean's infinitely-more-willing arms and did a double-take. then a triple-take. then she saw The Sams, and they got the hell out of dodge before things could get ugly.

twins exist, for sure, but identical twins separated by 10+ years? not really.

sam's walking down another of the infinite hallways when he spots dean--his dean.

he had given up on finding anyone and gone to do some more archiving work. it was one of the only things that kept him sane in this new reality, and he enjoyed the quiet, satisfying work of logging complicated artifacts in his older self's laptop.

it was outside on of these rooms that he finds dean.

sam is positive there's nothing on these floors but dusty, mostly unopened rooms full of non-sharp, lore-heavy papers and gadgets and pottery, so he's confused why dean is here at all.

(and another, more bitter part of him is surprised to see him here without his precious sammy)

dean's pressed against a door, and sam's steps slow, because he's seen this exact scene in that one movie about the blair witch that terence made him watch at stanford. they had all jumped and laughed and rolled their eyes, but sam had sat straight as a board, beer sweating and unopened in his hand.

dean is clearly not looking at him, face pressed into the doorcrack like he's trying to smell or something. sam creeps forward, listening, but can only dean's quick breathing.

is he hurt? sam picks up his pace.

when he's directly behind him, he leans his head in close. he can smell his own shampoo in dean’s hair.

“dean!” he says suddenly, because it’s his big brother, and sam is legally obligated to be a little shit about it.

dean jumps like he just took a bullet to the kidney, and he slams both hands over his mouth. he whips around with glaring eyes, but he’s clearly shocked by something. something not-sam.

“what the hell?” dean asks, sharply, voice barely above a whisper.

“what are we doing?” sam asks, lowering his voice, too. is something wrong? what’s in the room? sam makes a step forward, but dean reaches a hand out to sam’s chest, keeping him there.

dean raises his other hand to his lips, motioning for sam to be quiet. sam hunches instinctively, and creeps forward quietly.

he and dean are sharing space next to the door, and sam presses even closer so dean’s back brushes his chest with every inhale. there’s a few-centimeter crack in the door, just enough for light to come through, but they can only see a sliver of a shelf from here.

there are voices, sam realizes. behind the door. they’re faint, but one is getting steadily quieter and louder, like they’re pacing back and forth from the door.

"--leave, already?"

a soft laugh. "you don't mean that."

a groan. "yeah, sammy, i kinda do. i don't like this. that we have to hide this."

sam knew it was their older selves, but the confirmation of it shoots a spark of nerves all the way down to his toes. why are they here?

“we’ve hidden this before. we hide literally everywhere. all the time.”

“but it’s us, y’know?”

“even more reason. could you imagine telling dean that this is how we end up?”

“kid’ll wet himself in glee, promise you that.” a silence. “what?”

“nothing. just…”

“d’ah, stop lookin’ at me like that.” dean grumbles. and his voice stops moving back and forth.

“or what?” challengingly. sam flushes, because he knows that tone of voice. he flirts with that voice. keep it together, man, he wants to scream to his older self. dean shifts in front of him.

“or i’ll come over there and make you,” dean says, and sam can feel the dean in front of him tense up.

there’s silence in the room for a second, and sam can feel the ragged inhales of the dean in front of him. sam’s palms are sweating.

“how long have they been here?” sam asks quietly, and if he didn’t know better, he would say dean shudders as his breath hits dean’s scalp.

“i don’t know. i just found them a few minutes ago. they’ve been talking about us.”

sam can feel dean’s voice rumble, and he closes his eyes, tight.

the silence reigns, and sam leans forward even more,

“what are they doing?”

sam reaches forward to push the door open. dean makes a wordless hushed sound of protest, but sam has already knocked the door open an inch. it’s silent on its hinges.

sam leans over dean, and his blood runs cold.

sammy is sitting on a table, facing the door. dean’s waist is pressed between his thighs, and one foot has hooked around dean’s calf to hold them close.

they’re kissing.

they’re kissing.

sam can hear the wet sounds their mouths make as they part and connect. tongues flash in the yellow over-head lights.

the dean in front of him makes a noise, shocked and…and something else.

“hate that i have to have you here, sammy. want to fuck you on the kitchen table, make them watch.”

sam watches his own face contort into a groan, watches older dean bite kisses down his throat. sammy’s lips are swollen and wet, and sam flushes hot because oh my god oh my fucking god—

“you like that idea, don’t you? spread you open for me, make your little favorite hear what a slut his older brother is? make him know you’re mine?”

younger dean’s hand flies to his mouth. sam desperately has to press a hand to his cock, and does so, praying that dean doesn’t turn around.

“no bites.” sammy pants, and tangles his hand in dean’s hair, pulling him away.

sam is shocked by the pure want and adoration on his older self’s face, and aches down to his very bones.

“can’t believe we wasted so much time.” he says, voice rough. his eyes are soft. older dean’s hand bunches in sammy’s shirt, and sam can see the tips of his ears go pink.

younger dean stumbles back, and slams into sam. sam jerks back with a yelp, throwing his hips away because he is terrified that dean is going to feel the hard swell of his dick in his jeans.

dean is panting, and his hand shakes on his mouth.

“oh my god,” dean whines. “they’re—together—they—“

“they’re fucking.” sam confirms, nodding and not knowing why. “they fuck. they fuck each other.”

“stop saying it!” dean whisper shouts, bending at the waist and standing up again, pacing in frantic little circles.

“together,” he’s muttering. “they’re—they—holy shit.”

sam’s heart is pumping in his ears. he can’t help it—he can’t—his eyes fall to dean’s crotch. there’s a bulge in his jeans. sam’s mouth goes dry. his whole body goes hot.

does…does dean—

“i don’t—“ sam says, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to follow that up with.

“yeah, i know.” dean says, laughing breathlessly. then his eyes get wide and he grabs a fist of his hair. “oh fuck. what are we gonna do?”

“pretend we didn’t see anything?” sam suggests.

“we were going to—y’know! to you!!! y’all!” dean says. he’s panicking. sam’s hope starts to curdle.

“say it—fuck. they’re fucking!” sam hisses. dean groans like he’s going to be sick.

dean put his hand over his mouth and starts muttering again. sam catches a few words. “kiss—how could he do that—little brother—we promised—can’t believe—“

something strange shifts in sam’s chest. since he was freshly 11—hell even before that, when he found out his kindergarten teacher was engaged, and sam found out what “marriage” meant, he had grabbed dean’s hand excitedly when he came to get him from the classroom and elatedly told him “we’re gettin’ married! i’m gonna marry you!” dad had later disabused him of that, and dean had crawled into their bed later that night and kissed sam’s tear-streaked cheeks. “it’s okay sammy,” he said, “i’m gonna be at your weddin’ anyway. standin’ right behind you.” sam’s stomach had curdled. “but if you’re really, super old—like 29–and you’re still not married, we can talk about it.”

sam had thought about it when he was 13 and watching dean press the girl of the month against the side of the impala from the motel window. 16 years to go, he had thought with all the tone and life of someone counting down the years of a terminal diagnosis. he had been rotting with this for years.

and they—future they—did it! are doing it? they…they’re together. in all the ways. in every way.

“i gotta go,” dean mutters, and sam catches one look at his overwhelmed expression before dean takes off. sam blinks after him, still processing.

together. he and dean together.

“dean,” sam calls. he’s shocked by how breathless he is, and clears his throat. “wait up!”

he follows his brother, like he’s been doing since he was six.

but for the first time in his life, his chest swells with a tentative, frantic hope. he’s afraid the weight of it—of them—will choke him. he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. dean probably won’t talk to him. but sam—he—it’s starting. this could go either way, but whatever this is—love, family, whatever—is starting.

and he can’t wait to find out.

~~~

“do you think they’re talking about it?” sammy asks later, washing his face before bed. dean is sitting on their bed with a cleaning cloth, freshly showered. “do you think it was enough of a kick in the ass?”

“knowing us, not a fucking shot.” dean says blandly, cleaning his gun. “at this rate, i think i will actually have to suck your cock in the library four times a day to get it to sink in.”

sam rolls his eyes, and dryly says, “romantic.” he adjusts his collar and his eyes land on a couple of splotchy bruises on his neck. “hey!” he leans out of the bathroom. “i think you actually left bruises.”

dean looks up, face purposefully placid.

“whoops. let’s hope pipsqueak doesn’t see those.”

sam scowls.

“you’ve got issues.”

dean lifts one shoulder up in a coy shrug and tilts his head.

“aw, baby. only for you.”

“you’re an ass!” sam calls as he steps back into the bathroom. he looks at his and dean’s toothbrushes sitting side-by-side.

he smiles. yeah.

they definitely got them.

~~~

PS - aw! thank you so much!!! it’s not weird at all! and yes, that's completely correct, haha! ES!Sam is for sure kissing Cas on both cheeks!

LS!Dean is the guy running up and trying to stop it but the poor fool is too late! they are embracing!

(I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE ONLY OTHER EXAMPLE OF THIS IN TUMBLR'S GIF LIBRARY IS FROM GABRIEL'S INFERNO, PLEASE IGNORE THE CONTEXT OH MY GOD AHAHAH)

anyway!!!

i am kissing you on both cheeks! so now we're both laughing! thank you for this ask, anon, it made me giggle! have a great day! <3

-lizzy

[montimer]

Haiii! I'll let you pick whatever Joker you think the most fun to write for this but can we get him with a reader who shows affection in weird ways. Like yeah they like the normal things like kissing and hugging, but they also like biting him randomly and just picking him up and carrying him around for no other reason besides they can.

Aaaa yess i wanted to write something like this before :DD thanks for the req! There is a joker i wanted to write but always forgot so i'll do more than one!

Justice league,tnba,btas,death of the family (separated)

Joker x gn!reader

Justice league action!joker :

When you pick him up and carry him around. He snuggles close to you. There are times when he jumps into ur arms.

You get him blushing n' stuff. He doesn't really expected to get affection back.

When you first bite him randomly he'll give out an "eek" kinda sound and looks at you. Unless you bite him gently, he'll still be surprised but kind of flustered also.

He'll definitely bite ya back. Especially if you left ur mark on him. He has to mark ya too sweets!

Hes shamless about it.

Hes just a silly little guy, who loves ur weird affections.

Tnba!joker:

He loves to get carried around by you. He'll carry you too!

He will gently grab onto ur neck and snuggle into you.

When you bite him he'll be very surprised. He looks at you w/ wide eyes first but when you explain that its out of love, he'll start smiling.

"Aww, you must really like me huh,darling?"

Btas!joker:

He makes an :0 face when you randomly pick him up. And you even start to carry him around. He'll quickly grab into you and look around. He wouldn't want his goons to see this.

When you explain that you just wanted to and 'cus you can pick him up, he'll fall for you even more. And gets flustered by your domestic.

When you bite him he'll let out a yelp and look at you w/ a questioning face.

"I know im sweet but im no food my dear"

You kiss the place you bited him.

Death of the family joker:

He doesn't mind being carried by you but he'd rather carry you.

"Like me that much~?"

Expect endless teasing from him.

He just looks at you when you bite him. If he could hes smile would turn into an even bigger one. He will bite you back, putting you on the bed.

He loves whatever affection you give him.

He'll let ya do ur weird affections to him. This man lives for you and would do anything for you.

[swifty-fox]

MOTA Hockey AU, so tell me about Buck and Bucky's first kiss! Or when they realize they're gonna date :D

OOO okay well this may be subject to change once i start writing (I dont control the characters they control me)

but I think that Bucky kinda makes a real ass of himself at first (SHOCKING)

As i've said, Gale kinda corners Bucky for a quick n dirty long before they're even friends and once they're in the same team Bucky is relentless in his teasing of Buck about it (in situations where he doesnt risk outing him) he's also REAL interested in that happening again please and thank you. Big Buck is pretty much like 'fuck off and fuck you (not sexy' for much of it.

Because it's a new team they do a lottery system for rooming together when traveling in hotels and Buck and Bucky by some weird twist of fate (author loving cliches) they draw straws to room together at least for the first season. This creates a lot of negative tension just due to their different game-day rituals as i went into but also because Bucky continues to hit on gale and try to tempt him into bed. It kinda has the opposite effect and kinda scares the fuck out of Buck and it kinda all comes to a head where a bit too drunk Bucky's trying all his moves in the book and he's kinda got Buck semi cornered in the room and while he isn't doing anything past the line of consent he DOES finally fucking realize "oh this isnt Gale playing a game or playing hard to get I am genuinely making him uncomfortable"

Cue him feeling awful. Cue him going to Curt to be like 'uh i really fucked up bad'

Cue curt threatening to knock Bucky's fake teeth in if he doesn't apologize and leave that boy alone because what the fuck Bucky.

and Bucky's a good guy he is and he genuinely feels so bad and slimy because he's like a dog with a bone and he let it go to far so next time he and Gale are in the hotel room he apologizes with his whole chest and promises he's done. "No more hitting on you. We're teammates and that's it. On my Ma's grave."

And Bucky keeps his word! He stops with the flirtation (past general hockey flirting you see between teammates) he stops propositioning him. He stops turning his music up louder during pre-game prep every time he sees Gale twitch with annoyance. And I think when he gives Gale that space he does the best thing he could have done and gives Gale the opportunity to actually know John. To work with him and bond with him and they start creating a really beautiful friendship out of it.

I think fast forward to their second year playing together. It's not a playoff game, the're well off from that but it has been an unusually rough game. Curt was ejected for a dirty hit and then mouthing off to the ref, Croz got pulled from second line to fill in Curts spot and he's honestly doing better than people expected but he doesnt play with Rosie and Buck usually and it's showing.

Buck lost a tooth after a nasty high-stick and his jaw is going to be BRUISED tomorrow. Both their first line D-men are down with injury so it's the rookies. They're fighting for their LIVES and man they somehow manage to eek out that win and it's just exhilerating. Buck and Bucky are in the middle of the celly pile and their masks are pressed together and they're just grinning and staring into eachothers eyes.

Later they're the last two in the locker room and Gale grabs John and pushes him against the wall in the deepest most passionate kiss that John literally almost goes weak at the knees. He's never been kissed like that before in his life.

I don't think after that they have like a "we are boyfriends" conversation. But they do end up together. They're rooming together at that point full time and slowly but surely Gale just starts spending every night in John's bed

[vanderlesbian]

javier as a girl dad too?🫶🏼

EEK my first request hai...... >_< of course i can write javier as a girl dad :3

** other rdr2 men as girl dads can be found here!!

masterlist

javier escuella

- javier would be so proud to be a father!! his daughter would be his pride and joy and he would do anything to protect her. the other members of the gang know not to mess with him or his daughter, especially after micah made a cruel comment that earned him a near broken nose and a week's worth of snarky comments from the entire gang.

- definitely speaks to his daughter in spanish; he would love teaching her the language. when he hears her babble her first words in spanish, javier will have the biggest smile on his face. he'll probably tell the others about it for at least a few days, too.

- he would sing her songs!! when she's little and comes to him woken up from a nightmare, javier will pick up his guitar and play her favorite song. oftentimes his singing will gather more of an audience, and other members will stick around to listen to the lullabies.

- on the topic of singing songs for his daughter, i think javier would write his own for her, too. whether or not he's the best lyricist, his song will be loved by his daughter regardless. as she grows older, javier would teach her how to play guitar, and she would request to learn how to play that song he made for her when she was little.

- ohhh he would have a spanish nickname for her. mariposa, chiquita, luna, flor—something cute that would stick with her for the rest of her life. as she gets older, she'd get a little embarrassed by it, but javier would be insistent on keeping the nicknames.

- javier would be such a playful dad! he wouldn't be hesitant to play any games with his daughter that others might call "too feminine"; if his daughter wants to have a tea party, he'll put his entire soul into his posh accent. javier will always make time to play with his daughter, and if he happens to be too busy, he'll promise her to play later and will keep that promise.

- javier's daughter would be an energetic and playful girl who's probably very flamboyant. she would be a real daddy's girl and the best thing that has ever happened to javier (aside from you, of course). i think she would also get some of her confident snarkiness from her dad too lol

[tinywitchgoblin]

hi, if you're still doing them I'd love a ship with one of the bad batch please! SFW and NSFW would be great but no worries if its just SFW :)

I'm 19, AFAB using all pronouns, Leo and INFP personality. I'm 5'4, pretty curvy, I have dyed dark purple/blue hair and a decent few piercings and tattoos (my favourite are my snakebite lip piercings).

I'm currently at university studying philosophy, so I really enjoy having deep debates with people. I'm also really interested in history, and will ramble about it to anyone who will listen. I enjoy anything in the fantasy or horror genre too :) My hobbies are reading and all sorts of crafts (crochet, knitting, cross stitch etc) - I end up gifting random things i make to all my friends

I'm generally a pretty quiet person around people I don't know super well, but when I'm comfortable I have bursts of energy where I won't stop talking. I'm sarcastic and a little nihilistic sometimes but I try to be empathetic and considerate, and my friends say I'm pretty funny too. I have ADHD so I do fidget constantly and struggle to focus sometimes, but I also hyperfixate very heavily on things I'm interested in. My love languages are physical touch and quality time :)

sorry if this was way too much lol! thank you so much <33

When I tell you I was So Excited... you're my first NSFW ship request! Eek!!

MINORS DNI THIS IS TOO SPICY FOR YOU

I ship you with...

Crosshair!

As a sniper, Crosshair is naturally a very patient person. So when you go onto a rant about something history-related, he'll sit there and listen patiently, asking questions here and there but mostly willing to be a listening ear for you to infodump to. For your birthday, he buys you a book about one of your favorite historical time periods, and he's secretly really excited when he sees your positive reaction.

Crosshair absolutely LOVES horror movies, and doesn't get to watch them very often because his brothers HATE them, especially poor Wrecker. A favorite date night is staying in, ordering space doordash, and watching a horror movie. Crosshair especially loves the Saw movies; he finds them interesting. Tech, however, is not allowed within 50 feet of a saw movie because he will not shut tf up about the specific mechanisms of all the traps and how various scenes would actually occur.

SMUT BELOW THE BELT CUT

I 100% believe that Crosshair is an ass guy. He loves to smack your ass regardless of whether or not it's in the bedroom. Therefore, his favorite position is doggy style, with constant access to your butt (plus, he can pull your hair; win-win). He also loves when you ride him; he'll just lay back, popping a toothpick between his lips and enjoying the view.

Something Crosshair also enjoys is cockwarming. Specifically, doing so while he's cleaning his rifle. They're his two favorite activities combined into one! He loves feeling your pussy squeeze around him, pulling him as far into you as he can go. Even though he's typically very patient (as stated above), it's times like this where he will eventually cave, placing his beloved rifle to the side and slamming into you until you're boneless and breathless; only then will he come. He's very particular about that. He wants to be absolutely 100% sure that you get as much pleasure as you want, because where he lacks with words, he more than makes up with his dick actions.

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Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚 it may take a little bit, but I'll get to it!

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Heya!^^ How about something with ler mitsuya and lee takemitchy with the scenario we discussed in discord where he's being measured for his toman uniform? You can include your favorite boi mikey too if you like, really just go nuts with it and do whatever you like! Also, just wanted to say I really love talking to you and you're one of my favorite people to chat with! You're so freaking sweet and I'm really glad we're friends! 💖

Measurements

WAAAH IM FINALLY DONE MWAHAHAHA!

Mitsuya was very fun to write, I hope you likey :3

RAAH I LOVE TALKING TO YOU TOO, YOURE GONNA MAKE ME SOB WITH YOUR SWEETNESS💖💖💖

VIRTUALLY TACKLING AND HUGGING YOU

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Takemitchy x Mitsuya (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Takemitchy

Ler: Mitsuya

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was finally time, Takemitchy could explode from excitement. Today Mitsuya would take his meassurements for his very own Toman uniform!

“Okay, now stay still and stretch your arms out a bit” 

“Hai!!!” Okay maybe he was a bit too excited, but it’s not everyday one becomes an official member of one of the lost well known gangs.

Mitsuya rolled his eyes fondly as he got to work, taking out the tape meassurer and bringing it across Takemitchy’s waist. 

“Eep?!” a squeaked escaped the blondie, his body almost tumbling. 

“Hmm? Something wrong?” Mitsuya asked with his usual eerily calm nature, but this wasn’t the first time he’s gotten such a reaction. Still, he played it cool for now.

“No!! Not at all. Sorry, continue!” with newfound determination, Takemitchy vowed himself to stay as still as a rock. Despite how much it might tickle… maybe he didn’t think it through.

Everytime Mitsuya’s fingers would stray a wee bit too close to one of his sensitive spots, he’d squirm and giggle like a kid. Careless fingers caressing his side, poking under his arm, brushing down his spine. His defense almost faltered when he felt a sharp squeeze at his hip. 

“WAH?! M-Mitsuya!” that one was definitely on purpose, the ‘younger’ boy thought as he cried out to his senior. 

“What? Don’t tell me you're ticklish” the older boy gave a playful smirk, making Takemitchy’s face flush.

“Maybe a bit…” the blonde mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Just a bit? Seems pretty bad to me” Mitsuya teased as he quickly scribbled up and down Mitchy’s sides. As an older brother, and just a calm menace in general, he was practically a pro when it came to tickling.

“Huh?! Wait! Wahahait! Nohoho! Mitsuya!!” Takemitchy shrieked, arms trying to desperately protect his sides. Sometimes he’d switch to try batting Mitsuya’s hands away. Either way, it wasn’t that hard for the older teen to maneuver around him. Evil fingers latching onto the blonde’s ribs and vibrating vigorously. 

“EEK! STOAHAHAP!” Takemitchy all but screeched, his brain going haywire with how overwhelmingly flustered he felt.

“Does Mikey know about this? I’m sure he’d be pleased to learn about this weakness of yours~”

The way Takemitchy’s face dropped in pure fear was absolutely golden. It took some willpower on Mitsuya's part to not laugh at him. Oh how fun it always was to mess with the new kid. 

“PLEHEHEASE DON’T TELL HIM- GYAH! MITSUYA, NOT THEHEHERE!” poor Takemitchy’s knees gave out as Mitsuya found the soft spot at his belly. His fingers kneading at the sides, scribbling along his lower belly, even poking at his navel that would never fail to make him squeal each time. 

“Pff- Okay, fine you crybaby” Mitsuya held back a snicker as his tickly fingers stopped, watching in amusement as Takemitchy curled up on the floor like a kitten. Gasping for air as if he went through the most intense workout of his lifetime. 

Once the blonde caught his breath, he looked up at Mitsuya with pleading eyes “For the love of God, please don’t tell Mikey”

Before Mitsuya could respond, they heard the click of a phone, prompting both of them to look for the source of the sound. 

“Too late, CryMitchy~” Mikey was peeking through the door, phone in hand, having recorded the whole ordeal. He stuck his tongue out before running off, Takemitchy’s laughter echoing from his phone.

“Wait! Mikey, come back!” The blonde desperately went after his leader, not like he’d ever catch up to him but hey, one can dream. 

Mitsuya smiled fondly to himself and the silliness of the situation, that was until he realized, he never finished getting his measurements… Oh well, maybe next time. Hopefully with less distractions. Well… he wasn’t making any promises. 

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Been looping Mitsuya's character song while writing this, his voice is very 👌