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HOLY FUCK HOW DOES THIS NOT HAVE MORE NOTES ON IT?!!?!? THIS WAS HOT AS HELL 🥵🥵😫😫😩🤲🏼
Can I make a request? Lee Know being a soft dom and possessive with a brat gf. They had an argument, but later meet up at an event. She wore a shoooort dress that barely covers her butt just to get to him and she gets punished when the get home. The brain rot is real >.<
I'm so sorry this took almost a month...it's been a loooong December. hopefully this is worth the wait!
Angels in Bodycons
LMH
Masterlist
wc: 5.2k
warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, dom!minho, angry sex?, orgasm denial, use of toys, handcuffs, masturbation (m), cumshots, reader is a brat, mean nicknames (slut), jealousy?, also fluff sprinkled in there
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“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so.” Minho wasn’t budging. It was the same argument about the same dress every time. He loved it and despised it, the glossy black satin was perfectly shaped to your body and bunched slightly at the hips, accentuating your curves. The sweetheart neckline was lined with lace, he couldn’t pry his eyes away. The only other place he ventured to stare at was the decreasing length, your legs completely exposed and your ass just barely covered. Which was the exact reason Minho refused to let you leave the house wearing it.
“You’re sounding a bit possessive there, babe. It’s my body.” You weren’t supposed to be getting ready for another few hours, hair messy and face bare as you reached into your top to adjust your breasts so they filled the cups nicer.
Minho was supposed to be attending another red carpet event and he was allowed a plus one— not that anyone knew. Dating in his profession is, after all, forbidden. No one needed to know anyways, but having to keep you a secret made him all the more anxious to bring you with him. He couldn’t hold your hand or sling an arm around your waist when someone was getting just a bit too close. Being dressed moderately was the one thing he asked of you during times like these.
“No, it’s our body. Because you’re mine,” he stood from his spot on the bed, coming up behind you and kissing your cheek. Just as he did, he slyly unzipped the back of your dress.
The sweet gesture was just a diversion from his words that you processed a second too late. He was already making his way into the bathroom when you spoke again. “My body is my body, Min.” Bathroom door just slightly ajar, you knew he could hear you.
You stepped out of the dress and hung it, displaying it on the bedroom door. “Sure, of course it’s your body, baby,” he called back. “But this is a big event. I don’t want you to embarrass me by wearing something that looks like you just walked out of a love motel.”
Goosebumps raised against your bare skin, temperature suddenly running hot even though you were just in panties and a bra. You felt uncomfortable in your own skin by his words. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Your voice raised.
Minho kicked the bathroom door open a bit wider, barely peeking at you from over his shoulder as he picked up his shaving cream and razor. “Don’t make that face. You know what I mean.”
“No, I really don’t,” you crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed now. “Explain it to me in a way my tiny hooker mind can understand.”
“I never said you were—“
“You didn’t have to.”
“Babe, c’mon. I don’t have time for this now. You know how I feel about the dress. End of story.”
He continued on with his routine, mumbling something about having to get to the company for hair and makeup before going to the event. You sat in your shared bed with the covers up to your neck, almost stewing in petty anger. The conversation about the dress ended the same way every time, there was no winning when Minho was this stubborn.
The goosebumps didn’t fade as you watched him scurry around grabbing what he needed. His words replayed in your mind and only added to your growing temperament. It made you feel small, humiliated, and self conscious. Is that really what he thought of you? Was that the real reason he didn’t want to be seen in public with you?
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with me now? If we get there early, they might have time to do your makeup, too.” Minho offered as he slipped on his shoes.
You hadn’t moved an inch since covering up in bed. “No. Don’t want your hooker girlfriend to embarrass you.” He stopped dead in his movements, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing.
“Please, Y/N. You’re not a hooker and you‘re not an embarrassment.”
He was about ready to leave when you muttered to yourself in anger, “not an embarrassment ‘cus I technically don’t exist.”
“I heard that.” Entirely fed up, Minho almost walked out the door right then. But even through his negative emotions, he made his way to the bedroom to see you off. Coming up to your side of the bed, he leaned in to kiss you. When you didn’t kiss him back, Minho clicked his tongue and grumbled, “fine. Don’t bother coming if you’re going to be like that. See if I care.” And he left.
It had been hours since you last spoke to your boyfriend. Fighting with him was the one thing you hated most, it was tiring and unnecessary. But this was an ongoing issue. If he hated the dress that much, he would’ve thrown it away and not told you. Instead, he ogles you in it and promises to rip it off your body while simultaneously threatening to burn it if you dared to wear it outside the confines of your house. His last parting words sparked what would be the beginning of your worst idea yet.
Pretty, coquette-esque makeup, hair neatly styled, the only thing missing was your dress. The one Minho specifically wanted shredded called out to you. It was screaming for you to put it on and see if he cares. That’s exactly what you did.
You showed up to the event in the dress, adding some sheer tights for the littlest bit of decency possible. You disregarded all the looks you got from strangers as you entered the building and did as told so that you could get in as an artist plus one. Contrary to Minho’s thoughts on the dress, his stylists had another opinion. Befriending them back when you first started dating had since boosted your ego exponentially, they were always kind and supportive. Especially now as you spotted them along the side of the large ceremonial room. You stuck with them, talking about anything and everything as you scanned the crowd. “He’s over there,” one of them mentioned, motioning with her eyes towards your boyfriend and his group members.
They were huddled around their table like a pack of high school boys, laughing amongst themselves when one of them tossed a half empty water bottle into the air and landed straight up. On the far side of the table that faced you, you made eye contact with Chan, who discreetly nudged your boyfriend next to him. Minho shot his head in the direction of his friend's eyes and landed on you. For a moment, he smiled brightly. Then his gaze tracked down and the smile faded. Slumping back in his chair you could see him purse his lips and tongue at his cheek in annoyance.
The displeased expression on his face made you feel vulnerable, heart shaking in your chest a little as you nervously tug the end of the dress down. Perhaps the sudden change in your attitude drew too much attention, the same stylist put her hand on your shoulder and said sweetly, “you look good. Don’t worry about him.” You gave her an apologetic smile.
It was a few more hours of mingling with the hair and makeup group, whom you’d grown accustomed to hanging out with at these events. The few of you found an open table and were chit chatting when someone came up behind you, leaning over your shoulder and saying, “hi, are you new? I’ve never seen you around before.”
The voice was one you didn’t recognize, turning to find a man. He didn’t seem to be dressed as the other idols in flashy clothes but rather a simple dark blue suit. He introduced himself and took the empty seat next to you. Over the course of a few minutes of talking to him, you found out he was a stylist for another group, to which your friends welcomed him happily.
What you didn’t see was your boyfriend boring holes into the back of your head from across the room. If anyone outside of your group had any idea of your relationship, they’d see the steam coming out of his ears.
By the time the end of the night rolled around, you’d only glanced at Minho a handful, each time he was already looking at you with clear anger. The male stylist next to you leaned over to you once more and whispered, “you look amazing.”
Your eyes went wide for a moment, caught off guard. An unknown blush creeped upon your cheeks, “thank you,” was all you’d said in response.
But Minho could see everything. He could see the stranger lingering a little too closely for a little too long, he could see your lips smiling and moving overly enthusiastically, he could see you getting flustered at whatever it was the man was telling you. He watched your little group stand and start to leave for the night. The man put his hand on the small of your back and stayed by your side until it was time for you to part ways. In the minute it took to say goodbye, you never once adjusted the length of your dress, ass practically on display for the entirety of the industry to see.
All the while, Minho did his best to keep a cool demeanor. But his friends were walking too slow for his liking, ultimately taking the lead and striding perhaps a bit too fast for any normal idol to be taking when parting the spotlight.
You were still conversing with some of the other staff when the group walked into the lounge room. Already stripping off his costume blazer, Minho silently made his way over to you and handed the coat to the stylist, shooing her away as politely as he possibly could in the heat of his anger. “Hey baby,” you whispered, smiling sweetly.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He backed you against the wall, keeping his voice low.
“Supporting you? Talking with my friends?” You tilted your head up, “you look great, so cute in white.” The tips of your fingers played with the hem of his button up.
Minho grabbed your hand to stop your fidgeting, gaze hard on your face and dead serious. It was hard to keep up the playful attitude when you could feel the heat of his feverish skin. Your smile faded, meeting his stare. Subconsciously you pulled down the hem of your dress, arms coming up to cover your chest. The way he was looking at you now wasn’t your boyfriend, it wasn’t loving or sweet— instead replaced with exasperation and a bone chilling void that took over his usual warm eyes. He didn’t need to say anything else, only barely furrowing his eyebrows and letting the grip on your hand loosen slightly.
He didn’t need to say anything else when you moved towards his spare change of clothes and took his hoodie and draped it over yourself. He didn’t need to say anything as you pulled your dress down as far as it would go. He didn’t need to say anything as you waited for him to be allowed to leave and ordered a cab as soon as possible. Even as the two of you made your way home in silence, his hands in his lap but knees laid against yours, Minho didn’t say anything.
The walk from the outside of your building up to your front door felt both too slow and not slow enough, the bubbling nervousness in your gut as your boyfriend threw his keys onto the coffee table and ran a hand through his neatly styled hair finally burst. Word vomit.
“I— I know you’re mad and I’m sorry for not doing as you wanted but I don’t regret wearing the dress. You might not like me in it but I felt pretty for once! In a room full of beautiful people, I felt pretty and I felt confident, then you look at me like you’re disgusted by me and it makes me feel like shit. But damn it, I felt pretty. So I’m sorry for embarrassing you but I’m not sorry for feeling pretty.” No, not word vomit. Completely and utter annihilation of any waning conviction you might’ve had.
By the time you’d caught your breath, Minho was standing with his hands crossed over his chest and eyes blinking blankly at you. He didn’t even so much as breathe loud enough for you to hear. Silence. Deafening silence.
“Say something,” you pleaded, voice cracking as your throat burned and eyes stung with pressing tears.
But Minho didn’t. Instead, he dropped his eyes down from your face towards your chest that was covered by his hoodie. In a blink, he was standing before you in the middle of your living room and was stripping the garment away. Hardly touching you, his hands spun you by the waist to turn around, gently peeling the straps off your shoulders and unzipping the dress. When it fell to the floor, he moved onto the stockings, taking hold of the waistband and ripping the flimsy material in half so it joined the pile at your feet.
You stood there quiet and self conscious. You knew he was looking at you, up and down, arms coming to cover your bare chest once again. The lacy black panties did extremely little to hide the remaining parts of you, your legs pressing together.
“You think,” Minho’s gentle voice whispered in your ear, “I'm disgusted by you?” You didn’t trust yourself to speak, only nodding and shutting your eyes tightly.
“Stupid baby,” tone of voice mockingly sweet, your skin raising goosebumps as he reached around to caress your forearms. The feeling of his shirt against your naked back made you tense up, but also fold at the heat of his body behind yours. “You were the most beautiful one in the room.”
He interlaced his fingers with yours, slowly pulling your hands away from your chest to leave you entirely exposed. Your breathing became more labored as he let you go only to trail his fingers back up your arm towards your neck, tangling his fingers into your hair. You almost let your guard down at how kind he was being, shuddering when you felt his lips pressing at the junction of your shoulder. And in a split second, Minho tugged your head back by the roots of your hair and latched onto your neck with his teeth. It made you gasp and emit a broken groan.
You could do nothing but ball up your fists and arch your back into him, do nothing but take the harshness of his bruising teeth. The few seconds he’d take to lap his tongue over the raw skin would transmit into his grip in your hair by pulling tighter. His free hand came back between your legs, hooking his fingers under the thin strap covering your cunt and pulling hard. The arousal-soaked fabric rubbed at your clit, not nearly enough for pleasure but just enough for minor relief. There were so many things happening at once, your brain felt hazy and it was only getting cloudier. You didn’t realize you were rutting your hips into nothing but the tightened panties until he let go, moving to tug you by the hip flush against his. Ass slamming into his clothed erection, your brain screamed at you to stay still, stay still and maybe he’ll be nice.
No, you couldn’t. Adrenaline was coursing through your body and it took over your foggy, horny brain. You rubbed against his crotch, hoping to entice him into taking them off. But he didn’t, all Minho did was let you writhe in his grasp and tease yourself over his clothes. Then, raising his hand from your hip, it came back down and collided with your skin. Your back bent at an almost bone breaking angle. He did it again, and once more, slapping the same reaction out of you until you were gasping for air.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t tie you up and punish you until you're begging me to stop.”
His breath was hot against your cheek, if you were just a bit more in your head you wouldn’t have caught that his chest was heaving as heavily as yours.
“I’m sorry,” was all you could say.
Minho clicked his tongue, “not good enough, princess.”
Like on a leash he tugged you in the direction of your bedroom behind him, being thrown into the center of the bed and taking off your panties. Instantly, he stole the garment from you and dangled it from the tip of his finger. Minho loomed over you from the edge of the bed, tall and daunting. In a whisper, “are you sure you want this?” Following his eyes to the panties, you nodded shyly. “I need you to use your words, baby. I’m angry but I don’t want to hurt you… too much. So speak while I’m still letting you.”
Sitting up on your elbows and legs spreading, “I want this.” An unreadable smirk disguised as deviance and mischief crept upon his face.
“I won’t stop. You know the word.”
The word in question; catnip– because why else would you be thinking about catnip while he was torturing you unless it became too much? Or three taps onto him or any hard surface that could get his attention. Minho didn’t need to repeat the safeword aloud for you to know what he meant.
When you nodded, he walked around the side of the bed purposefully. He still towered over you as he reached down to caress your cheek, the only moment of saccharine he’d shown you since that morning before he left. And in a split second, the same hand wrapped around the back of your neck and your panties were being shoved into your mouth. The taste of your arousal was more of a turn on than you’d ever care to admit, but Minho knew you liked it. He knew your limits and had every intention of pushing you to the very brink.
Cunt still exposed, mouth full, you watched and waited as your boyfriend reached under the bed for his black box of goodies. He shook it in his hands, the rattling of toys only making your pussy clench in anticipation. Warmth shot through you as he dug around in it, eventually finding what he was looking for and tilting his head in your direction. “You’ve pushed it too far tonight, princess. Don’t these look too appealing?” The clinging of his favorite gadget made your eyes grow wide. Shiny silver handcuffs, not even lined because he enjoyed being able to reminisce.
Minho dangled them the same way he did your panties then unlocked them, setting the key onto the bedside table. Still fully clothed, he manhandled you onto your stomach and hiked your ass into the air. He was rough in the way he forced your head into the mattress and locked your arms behind your back. There was hardly any room for your wrists to move without the cuffs digging into your skin, only enough to not cut the circulation. Even though he explicitly said he wouldn’t go easy, it wasn’t until you tried to tug on the bondage did it really sink in how badly you’d fucked up tonight.
He’d left you in this compromising position for a split second and left the room, coming back with your dress in hand. You could see him over your shoulder toss it onto the lounge chair in the corner of the room that was perfectly placed in your line of vision. Wordlessly, Minho reached into the black box again, not allowing you to see what he pulled out. But you couldn’t take the silence anymore, attempting to speak but muffled by the panties in your mouth. With a sigh, he pulled the gag from your mouth for just a moment.
“Say what you wanna say. Last chance.” He peered at you with shadowed eyes, not entirely the same way he did in the dressing room but nowhere near your boyfriend’s usual kind demeanor. Stoic, stern, horny beyond belief but the need to prove a point much greater than the straining in his pants.
“Talk to me.” Your voice cracked, weary but prepared for whatever he had in store. Minho’s eyes softened for just a second. “Please. Talk to me.” He nodded just once before gently pushing the panties back into your mouth.
The buzzing sound of a vibration filled the tense room, your ass swaying in the air in response. It was completely involuntary, you were no stranger to those sounds. It made you clench around nothing again, cunt puffy and untouched and so desperate.
Without warning, Minho shoved the vibrator into your clit, dull thrum just enough to make your body jolt forward and push your face further into the sheets. Your fingernails dug into the skin of your palms, the stimulation already proving to be more than you anticipated. In fact, it was hardly anything, Minho was hardly giving you anything and yet you were mewling like a cat in heat.
He stood on his knees behind you, caging your legs between his as he held the toy. “Close your legs, slut.” His voice was rough, condescending as he forced your legs shut with his own and entrapping the toy between them. The nickname made you shiver along with the added vibrations throughout your lower half. “If you let go, you won’t be cumming tonight.”
He wanted you to hold the vibrator between your legs, but it was already becoming more difficult to do, especially when he raised the speed by two. It was slightly more than a thrum now, making your muscles clench and body twitch.
You moaned into the fabric, blinking away the painful and pleasurable tears. Minho moved towards the seat with your dress, turning his back to you and picking it up. “Why can’t you just listen to me? Why do you make me punish you?” The sound of his zipper opening and fumbling fabric stood out between your own lewd moans.
Neck and shoulders already aching, you tried to get a better look at him but as you moved the vibrator shifted. It pressed into your clit at a different angle, a better angle that had your body going stiff at the coil tightening in your gut.
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare,” Minho ordered, slumping onto the chair. His cock was out, pants down his thighs and your dress in hand. “Keep looking at me, princess.” The vibrations started to feel stronger and not enough at the same thing, the constant stimulation leading you down a dangerous path.
“You’re always pretty– always so damn pretty it hurts.” You did your best to breathe and force your orgasm back, but your request for him to keep speaking made it hard. Slowly, his free hand came down to his dick, just holding it straight up and tightening his grip around the base. “Do you know how hard it is,” Minho reached down to his balls, “to watch you be so pretty and I can’t do a damn thing about it?”
Bringing your dress to his nose, he inhaled deeply, then exhaled and his eyes rolled closed. “And you smell so good. I bet that guy could smell you, too. I almost yelled across the room to get him to back up.” You watched as he stroked his cock slowly, up and down while your body spasmed in restrained pleasure. “I saw the way you blushed, princess. Did he compliment you? Is that where all that fake courage to talk back to me came from?”
The sudden surge of your high nearing made you whine louder, but fell upon deaf ears as Minho continued. “Yeah, that’s what it was. You’re a little praise slut. My praise slut. Do I not make you feel pretty, angel?” Fending off your orgasm and answering him was the hardest thing you’d faced so far, shaking your head and your muffled words turning into a whimper. “No, I treat you so well. The one time I ask you not to do something, you do it anyway. This fucking dress. You looked so gorgeous tonight.” You moaned louder, unable to stop the tears from seeping into the mattress as he started to twist his wrist faster.
If you weren’t gagged, Minho would’ve heard you begging like your life depended on it. With how intent he was at keeping eye contact, it very well could’ve. You struggled to keep your body up and the cuffs jingled every time you attempted to pull your wrist apart. Every time your orgasm passed, it rose quicker the next time around. You were stuck in a torturous state of give, give, give, deny. Repeat.
A grin washed across your boyfriend’s face as he watched your muscles tighten to fight the high. He was proud that you even lasted this long, and usually he would never tell you that, opting to show you. But he learned something new when your toes curled as he called you beautiful again. “Never gonna let you wear this fucking dress again,” his hand around his cock sped up, heaving in your lingering scent on the fabric.
Through gritted teeth and the taste of your arousal licked gone, you managed to coherently whimper, “please.”
A loud chuckle rumbled in Minho’s chest as he stood, taking the dress with him to stand at the side of the bed just out of reach– not that you could’ve touched him anyways.
“Asking so nicely after being a brat all fucking night.” The pace of his hand moved subconsciously at the same as your body writhed. “Will you be good? If I let you cum, will you be my good princess again?” You nodded furiously. He laughed, “yeah, you will. Because you’re mine. Your pretty little cunt is mine.”
You tugged at the cuffs harder, using all your strength to keep you from falling over while Minho thrusted into his hand, keeping your dress pressed to his nose. Another repressed orgasm faded and you had lost count of how many passed. You were humiliated, overstimulated, exhausted, sweaty, and touch deprived. To top it all off, your boyfriend was still making fun of you. And you couldn’t even hate it. You couldn’t be mad because it was exactly what you wanted despite feeling all those things.
His cock twitched in his hand, so close to release. Minho reached over and pulled the panties from your mouth, a string of spit following as he tossed it to the floor. Even with the new freedom, you didn’t speak, not wanting to disobey again.
Teeth biting into his bottom lip, Minho moaned, “tell me you love me.”
“I love you. L– love you more than anything.” It was as true as true can be, but it didn’t ease the now painful knot in your stomach tightening, already knowing you won’t be able to cut it loose.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, only yours. I belong to you,” your voice was as shaky as the vibrator pressed to your raw bundle of nerves.
He seemed to like that answer, his hand tightening and focusing on the tip, swiping the precum with his thumb and spreading it around. “You belong to me,” Minho mimicked, “I own this dress. I own you. Only I get to ruin you like I’m going to ruin your slutty little dress.”
“Please, ruin me.”
The tears and drool made your face glossy, enough to push him over the edge, muttering the permission for you to cum just as he did. Minho took one step closer to you, holding the dress beneath his cock as his warm release shot onto your back. The raw crashing orgasm made your body burn white hot, vision go blank, and all your muscles lock. The vibrator dropped from between your legs, unable to take anymore. The second you relaxed, Minho used the key to free you from the cuffs. Every inch of your body was sensitive to the touch, even more when Minho used the dress to clean his cum off your skin. It made you shiver.
Minho fell to his knees as you toppled to the side, finally face to face. His cheeks were decorated with blush, eyes warm brown that were swimming with adoration. “Did so good, princess,” he whispered, kissing your cheek and brushing your sweaty hair from your face.
He knew not to touch you just yet, still too sensitive for anything other than a few kisses. While your body recovered, Minho stripped his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor, tossing the soiled dress along with it. He gathered wet wipes, water, and icy-hot balm for your muscles. By the time he returned, you wanted nothing more than to hold him, eyes closed and still reaching out blindly for him.
“Min,” you dreamily called out, feeling his presence enter the bedroom again.
“I’m here,” he came over to your side again, placing everything on the nightstand and putting the toys to the side for cleaning later. You only groaned and reached out for him again, feeling his hand in your palm and attempted to pull him closer. “Hold on, baby. Let me wipe you down. It’s gonna be cold.” You didn’t even bother bracing yourself, knowing how warm your body ran that after the initial shock, it’d feel good. And you were right. The coolness of the wet wipe was soothing against your raw pussy, almost moaning again at the sensation. Minho laughed, finishing his duties and moving on to making you hydrate after a few minutes of you fighting him on just letting you sleep.
“One more thing. C’mon, you can do it.” His words of encouragement made you fold and let him maneuver you onto your back. You heard the icy-hot bottle open and close, then the bed dipping between your legs and his big hands gently taking hold of your thighs. The slick of the gel made his gliding palms smooth and the tingling feeling easing your tight muscles.
“You really make me feel like a princess,” you mumbled, half way towards sleep. Minho chuckled at your tired expression, bending over and pressing kisses to your stomach. As he finished his routine and climbed into bed next to you, you found the energy to speak again. “I’ll never wear the dress again. And I’m sorry.”
Arm curling over your torso, Minho pulled you closer, back against his chest. He hummed and peppered kisses over your shoulder and neck, “yeah, it’s kinda wrecked now anyways. I’m sorry, too.”
Sleepily giggling, you rolled over and nuzzled into his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was comforting. Minho held you as gently as possible, but the lingering worry that he was still upset kept you awake. Through the haze, you prodded the subject.
“We’re good?”
“Oh angel,” he responded immediately, arm coming up to hold your head against his chest and pressing a kiss into your hair, “we’re always good.”
#YESS DOM MINHO I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT#him ruining the dress???#ok sir#now ruin me next 😈#completely and wholeheartedly DISRESPECTFULLY 🥵🥵#Ahh i love the jelousy thrown into this#and him telling y/n that he actually loved it#SORRY- I HAVE A MEGA PRAISE KINK 🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️#anyways#read this at 3 am#it was WORTH IT#😫😫❤️❤️😩🤍#stray kids#stray kids smut#lee know smut#lee Minho smut#lee know angst#lee know fluff#lee minho angst#lee minho fluff#stray kids fanfic#lee know x you#lee know x reader#lee know x y/n#lee minho x you#lee minho x reader#lee minho x y/n#skz smut#skz fanfic#skz imagine
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“ah ah ah..mmmm mmm ohhh-“ i gripped the couch as matt fucked my pussy from behind holding me by my waist as i try to stay quiet. i look down at the sleeping boy on the other side of the room he was peaceful and sweet as he slept….it was chris. “yeaaa u like that huh ouhhh yess this little pussy feel so fuckin good feel so fuckin ah” matt groaned as he throws his head back and lifts one leg on the arm of the coach fucking me more deeply making me scream out “AHH MATTT” i feel his dick hit my cervix with each thrust as i see chris starting to wake up. “what the fuck you guys?” chris says as he sits up rubbing his eyelids. matt pushes my head down into the couch cushion as he fucks me. he suddenly pulls out and spits on my asshole. “hey matt what the fuck dude? you’re fucking your girl while i’m sleeping?” chris says angrily but the hardness in his pants shows he feels otherwise. “mmm yeaaa nice little asshole chris fuck she’s so perfect to me (matt pulls me up and kisses me passionately as he slides into my ass) “ i groan and hold onto his tattooed arm while the slapping of his dick in my asshole gets louder. i open my eyes a bit and see chris disecretly starting to touch himself. his dick was thick, it was a tan color with a thick tip and the sides had veins showing. i watched as he used his precum as lube making me lose control “matt fuck me harderrrr mmmmm yes yesyesyyesys” i ramble on getting turned on by chris’s cock and imagining it in me. “oh you like that huh bitch? you like watching my brothers thick cock? Chris! get your ass over here” i watch as chris walks over to us, he slides his dick into my pussy making me moan a dn throw my head back. “AHHHH oh my fucking goddd yes yes” chris whimpers as he rapidly moves in and out of me already so close to finishing due to his strokes from earlier. “ouh ouh ouh dadddyyyyyy yess fuck yesss-“ “want me to cum in that pussy huh? (chris kisses me) wanna fill that tight little hole oh fuckkk yeaaa” chris cums deeply in me emptying his balls out and throwing his head back and matt just smirks finishing soon afterwards. chris pulls out of me and so does matt, matt lays me down on chris’s lap as we all catch our breath. “chris you’re the best brother in law ever” i say while smiling. “yea you’re not so bad yourself kid. (chris kisses my lips softly and matt gets a towel to clean us all up)”
once we’re all clean i lay there in the middle of the two brothers in pure bliss and content
#matt sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo#threes0me#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#chris sturiolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#chris smut
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can you do 2010tom x reader fic where they’re having twins<3
yess!
Mini me's
PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom are having twins, it's time for her to give birth and she delivers 2 healthy babies, one boy and one girl. Tom is brought to tears seeing your beautiful babies. A/N: i cried while making this WARNINGS: details of giving birth
The day had finally come, 9 dreadfull months of being pregnant. I am being quite dramatic, being pregnant was so fun until the third trimester. The twins were so active when I was nearing my due date, kicking around and making me so nauseous.
I sat in the hospital bed, my water broke 10 hours ago and I was waiting to be fully dialated to give birth. Tom rushed in the doors, chest heaving up and down as he ran to my side, holding my hand.
"Sorry I was late baby..I had to get everything from the house that you needed" I chuckled "you were only 5 minutes late baby don't stress, I haven't even started pushing" he sighed and sat in the hospital chair next to the bed, relieved he didn't miss the birth of his children.
"I can't believe we're having kids at 21, I thought we'd be saving it until we were 30" I sighed, rubbing my huge belly. "Well we both love kids and couldn't wait I guess" he chuckled, rubbing my hand with his thumb softly.
Suddenly I started to feel more contractions and knew I was probably going to give birth any second now, "fuck! Tom get the nurse!" I winced, holding my belly and closing my eyes shut, taking deep breaths to try distract myself from the pain.
Tom shot up instantly and called out for a nurse, 3 of them came in and calmed me down, preparing me for the birth. Tom rushed by my side again and held my hand, whispering sweet nothings into me ear, "it's ok baby..you're doing great" he smiled, kissing my sweat drenched forehead.
I started to push, the pain stabbing into my lower abdomen. "Ahh!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks as I did another big push, "good girl schatz, keep going" Tom called out, I cried out, a few more big pushes made one of the babies heads pop out.
"So close honey! Keep pushing!" the nurse said, grabbing onto the babies head and pulling it out softly. The first baby came out and I was so tired, not being able to open my eyes properly. They took her to wash and treat her, check if she had any abnormalities.
The second babies head popped out a few minutes later, I started pushing again, my body weak and tired. "Cmon, just one more big push honey!" the nurse reassured me, pulling the baby out and cleaning him as well.
I layed back and panted, trying to catch my breath. Tom kissed the top of my head gently, "you did so well, I'm so proud" the nurse came around with the babies and pulled my nightgown down, revealing my chest and placing them on top.
I smiled down at them, tears streaming down my cheeks, "they are beautiful..oh my god" Tom choked out a sob, tears falling down his cheeks too.
Once the babies settled and finished crying I breastfed them, giggling at how tired they looked. "They are so adorable, they have your eyes" he smiled, pulling out clothes we had packed for them.
We got them changed and into the carriers, Tom softly rocking them so I could sleep. I fell asleep for a few hours, needing to rest desperately after everything that happened.
tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @ge-billsgf @syylss @bkaulitzlover @estxkios @ballhair @charliesgoodboy
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You find some poor sucker of a boy who's gotten his privates stuck in a glory hole. What do you do?
Wellll lookie what we have here ~ it's a sleepy prince. What ever shall I do with this lazy boy who got himself all stuck in a situation? Good thing I always come prepared, and speaking of coming.
Ahh, here's my massage oil and my wide makeup brush which is ever sooo perfect for covering the curvy surface of a royal jewel bag~ Do you hear me darling? Don't go all shy on me now. We're going to get to know each other sooo well, oh yesss we are~ we're going to bond over this hole ~ I'm going to get to know you sooo well and you're going to get to know me tooo ~ and by the end you're gonna call me mama and that's a Miss Amy promise~
and sooo let's carefully glide the brush up the surface to coat that sensitive royal area with shiny oil. Ah, ah, seeee he's trying to press closer to the brush. But no, we keep juuuust the tips of the makeup brush gliding on that ticklish cute boy part. Ooh it's sooo tough to be teased on the jewels only ~ the royal rod is sooo jealous, just look at him bob and protest~ don't worry dearie pie, we have a brush just for you tooo~
Extra coating of oil hereeee and there we gooo ~ my thin nimble paintbrush is so good at teasing this dipstick it's almost ~criminal~ aww him wants it sooo bad ~ but noooo mama isn't giving anything more but this tiny soft brush up the underside, up the vein to the tip. Tickle tickle ~ even if he could pull out he wouldn't because he luuuuvs his mama tickles sooo much ~ yesss, tickle mama always makes it feel soo good huh?
Are you still awake? I'm quite good at reading dick faces and you look positively flushed, like you might pass out ~ don't you dare cutie, because that won't stop me anyway. Oh yes, I'll make you ticklecum while you dream and you'll think it's a ten armed octopus woman with a penchant for handjob tickling boys upside down ~ and somehow, you're all ten of them ~ I bend time and space you silly doll and in every reality you are my plaything ~ yess, my tickle brush is the nexus of your universe and you exist solely to spill your silly giggle drops for me ~
Which is why I have my friend Mrs. Wand for you ~ Mmhmmm ~ you hear the buzzing huh? You want it? Yeahh? You want the buzziesss? Mmmmh that tickles so good doesn't it, right on your tip? Right under the head? Oooh I know, I know darling, but that's all you get. Nope. Mrs. Wand is turning off now. Mmm Mmm ~ nah -ahhh not yet, not cumming for you cutie boyyy ~ it's feather time. Where are you going? You don't want feather time? Better than~~~ hammer time~!!
Oooh sweetie pie what a twitch, what a wince! ~ I'm only kidding you knowww ~ had to get you off that edge somehow ~ and now my cute purple fluffy feather gets to work you back up and my nails can twirl and dance on these balls. Yesss, bouncy bouncy ball balls ~ Why are they called balls anyway? They're really not like that at all, like the shape and the consistency ~ mmm see? See what I mean? And is this one bigger than the other one? Come on now, don't be all shy ~ that's just a feather on your cocky cock a doodle doooo ~ and why do we call it that? Are you a rooster? Do you go cock a doodle doo?
Maybe back in the olden days giggle girls like me would go to the boy barn and tickle the silly boy of the day on his royal parts until he sang like you. Ahh, what a dulcet way to wake ~ the cry of the boy's gigglecum ~ do you want to be my giggle rooster? Well you are a silly goose ~ and guess what? It's handjob timeee ~ now, now don't fret. I'm going to jerk you so much you silly boy. Yeah? You wanna cum? You bet you fucking do ~ but oooh no.... sorryy I just realized this is a no gigglecum glory hole. Yeahh, the writing is on this side. But don't worry, I'll keep this feather riiiight under your tip so you don't feel lonely while you come off that edge. I knowwww it tingles soooo bad huh? You were soooo close~! I can't believe you didn't cum there~
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Uhh hello holpol fans take this idk
( holpol ( duh ) a TINY amount of swearing. And yea )
HOLPOL INTERACTIONS!!
swap avdol and joesph with hol and pol
B: boingo
HH: hol horse
P: polnareff
M:mariah
B : Hol horse, I'm TELLING you the comic always comes true. It tells the close future.
HH: Oh fine, now show me the page.
B: Here! Yes..-
HH: I have to do what now.
B: It uhh.. always comes true?
HH: Ohh I hate my life.
P: Man, I was SO CLOSE. I could have put that guy out of his sweet misery. Also, if I'm not mistaken, is that a.. plugsocket?
( jotaros gang literally just ignore him and walk off )
P: That said alot!! But no ones gonna find out for me, are they?
Pol walks up to the plugsocket and as everyone would do, touches the socket.
P: AH, WHAT THE FUCK?! Nothing happened.
HH: I just have to touch the socket. Just that and I'll be fine?
B: The next page isn't here yet, yes.. There's no saying you'll be OK, but I assume a socket can't do any harm.. Yes.
P: What a waste of time..
( Pol walks away from the socket!!)
HH: OK. Here go's!
Mariah realising that the other crusaders walked of and that polnareff already touched the socket so she can move closer to the placement of the socket!!
M: Fuck, Hol you do NOT want to touch that socket-!
Yett she was too far away for him to hear her.
( Hol ALSO touches the socket.)
HH: Hey Boingo, nothing happend..
B: Nothing happend? But my predictions always come tru-
P: HOL HORSE. IS THAT YOU?
HH: Shit.
P: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YO-
They slowly start getting pulled together!
HH: What in tarnation? Why am I moving without moving my feet?
P: Why is he slowly getting closer and closer..
And they slowly questioned themselves in till a large slam echoed around.
P: Owh, what the fuck? Mind yourself, Hol horse.
HH: I... I can't.
P: What do you mean you can't?
HH: WE'RE STUCK?
P: WHAT.
HH: SEE? I CANT PULL AWAY.
P: Stand..
HH: Attack?
P: I'm guessing.
HH: Great.
P: Hey hol, follow my lead for a second.
Polnareff started shuffling him and hol horses legs over to a fence.
HH: Oh uh, ok!
They both make it to the fence!
HH: Now what's your plan, genius.
P: It may sound, funny.. , but trust me!
Polnareff whispered his " plan " in hol's ear.
HH: You want me to do WHAT NOW?!
P: Just do it, ok-
HH: Hmph.. only because I don't wanna be stuck with you.
P: Whatever makes you happy sweetcheeks..
HH: Excuse me?
P: Nothing.
Hol horse slided down polnareffs legs, the ideal plan to slide of his feet and detach.
HH: Hahaha.. uh Polnareff? Don't you think this kind of looks.. a bit sexual..
P: Hol horse, just get on with it!..
HH: A-alright..
Hol horse managed to slide of pols foot and.. DETACH!!
P: YES!!
HH: What a reli-
And then polnareff turned around to wipe his sweat off and hol horse got attached back again.. creating a not so family friendly " position. "
HH & P : W-what?!
HH: Oh you've got to be kidding..
P: Ughh..
And because of this, they gathered quite the crowd.
HH: What are you guys looking at!? Scram!
Hol horse got out emperor, attempting to scare them off.
P: Hol, they can't see stands.
HH: Fuck, Right. Sorry.
Instead, Hol started to shout at them all, leading them to run off.
HH: Finally.. now why can't this stand let me OUTT..
Hol horses anger let him to aggressively pull himself back and forward, attempting to detach.
P: HOL HORSE?
HH: Let me OFFF..
P: HOL HORSE.
HH: WHAT?. oh...
Boingo is also still standing there. Traumatised.
HH: Boingo.. Its really not what it looks like.
B: I didn't know you were..
HH: No, I'm not! Check your comic!
B: Oh right. Ahh, now I see.
P: Your working with a kid?
HH: Uhh.. noo?
P: Just, get me off of here.
B: Aha.. my stand, is this book.
P: Oh.
B: Yup.
Mariah decides to move closer, and deactivate her stand.
HH & P: YESS!!
They both fall on the floor, yet still happy as ever.
HH : Phew.
And now Polnareff is glaring at Hol.
P: Your coming with me, Pal.
HH: W-what?
P: Need my stand to tend to ur question?
HH: Aha.. No!
Polnareff walks off with Hol horse infront of him, holding his hands tightly together, making sure he can't escape.
Also leaving boingo, yet again is he alone.
Pol brings Hol horse back to the crusaders where they all decide, " this guy can help us find dio!" So they take him along..!!
Which means room for more hol pol!! 😼
FIRST holpol post.. if I made any mistakes don't kill me
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Ooo ooo! James and Gabe for the kid meme :3c
Ahh yess! Uncle Luci in the house !
send me a pair name and I'll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.
• Name: Geralt.
• Gender: Angelic ( male )
• General Appearance: broad chested and shouldered with strong legs and white hair and unsettling yellow eyes and sharp fangs. Appears stoic and quiet is anything but .
• Personality: Gremlin , chaotic but just, enjoys sparing and learning but mostly administering Justice and taking up arms to aid no matter who it is .
• Special Talents: sword fighting and flight, as well as a paralyzing bite .
• Who they like better: Gabe
• Who they take after more: James
• Personal Head canon: he was a surprise for both parents and almost caused a small war but is ultimately loved and spoiled rotten by his uncle Luci and his father James .
• Face Claim: Henry Cavil ( Witcher tho )
@heaven-said @do-these-eyes-look-human
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HELLO EVERYONE!
Remember how I said I was gonna make a big post yesterday and I DIDN'T? Well, here it is!
We're gonna be looking over UNFINISHED AND OLD ART! (that has never been posted up until now)
We're gonna start off with some newer stuff, but as we go on we'll get to some art from the beginning of the year, which was still during my HIATUS I had! (Finally I can explain the hiatus...)
First we have this thing with Cloud and Aerith, not really sure what I was going with this, but I guess it looks alright?
I've been very obsessed with the eeveelutions lately, so this was kind of the product of that. Though, Lately I've been trying to draw them differently (which has been fail after fail because I need to learn how to draw cats XD)
okay so this is Noelle I think? I feel like it looks kind of weird, I've never really known a good way to draw her. (why does all my stuff face the same angle ;-;)
OKAY this is the Dresden Dolls (fucking love that band) I was trying to draw one of their photos but I never finished it. Poor Brian doesn't even have hair.
To the right of it we have Evelyn Evelyn, a very similar band to the Dresden Dolls (cuz Amanda Palmer was in both) That's pretty much it, I never really posted it cause I thought it was boring.
I have no idea how old this one is but I think its Ivy looking out of a window. I was like, "i wanna draw ivy but I don't just wanna draw her standing there doing nothing"
Um, I'm not really sure what this is.... I think I called him... "mr stabs"
OH MY GOD and here's Luther! This was from a bit earlier this year, (like during the summer) when I tried making a Lackadaisy OC that never really went anywhere... I kinda miss him. Anyway he was a scammer salesman guy so I wanted to draw him with Atlas. He was supposedly the one who sold him the fake ass pearl necklace he gave to Mitzi... at least he WOULD be because I never finished it LOL.
The right image shows him trying to sell a... skibidi toilet
OH MY GOD MY HYLICS OCS!!! I tried making a party... The guy on the left was called "Sowpatah" and was like a gentle giant type of dude who had a head like a squid. On the right theres Lilesmald, who I LOVE the design of. Both he and "Bunny" I really like. But Idk about Susheral, I think I based him off of some enemy? I remember drawing these all when I had really bad back pain and had to use a massage machine XD
Here's some... fish. I was very stressed when I made this.
OH MY GOD FIRAAA!!! (we are getting REALLY old now, like beginning of the year) Fira's an OC i've had for a really long time now, this was around the time when I put his story in the 1920s. He's kinda just this really annoying kid that always bothers his bro Manfred, always talking about how he wants to go on "adventures" and stuff, and Manfred's like, "dawg thats too dangerous"
This was around the time of the hiatus when I really wanted to change my artstsyle cause it was... well I mean, look at my older stuff on deviantart, you'll see what I mean. It was a pretty hard time, but I'm glad I went through it cause jesus my older stuff was eughh.
Mordecai Heller. I was trying to draw him like how he looks in that one lackadaisy comic with the humans, I wasn't really as good at drawing humans back then. I love the babby one tho, pretty funny
Some concepts of my fursona? Not really much to say, you can tell I've changed a lot in the way I draw him, though, but some ideas still linger.
Ahhh back when Manfred still had his pompadour... doesn't really work anymore with the new time period (the old one was the 50s) but oh well, not sure why he's drinking on the right there?
HOLY SHIT ITS MY GIRL KIEGE!! Yess she's so cool. She used to be a pirate but I had to change it (the setting before was fantasy lol, it changed like three times) so now she's just part of a group of thieves that have the THEME of pirates, see it still works.
Ahh Linebeck :_) I used to draw him so much when I was trying to figure out my art style. You can see how he changes so much in each photo. Honestly wish I drew him more often, he's a really interesting character, and I love him very much. The bottom right one was actually posted a lot later, but I literally deleted it off my blog (which I rarely do) cuz I hated it so much. (I REALLY don't like that one, I should've used more reference)
Well, I think that's all of it, it was a very interesting experience going through some of my past, kinda makes me wish I wrote about my OCs and thoughts more, lol.
It's weird looking back on that hiatus, cuz I feel like so much stuff happened, yet its very hard to express what it was like back then, due to me not posting anything. I was very sad, and spent a lot of time practicing. Thought, it was kinda nice having that feeling of growing in skill, and seeing things actually change, a part of me kind of misses it.
Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble!
maybe ill draw linebeck again...
#art#stuff i never finished#unfinished art#lackadaisy#OCs#Linebeck#Fursona#Hylics#Hylics OC#Deltarune#Flareon#Vaporeon#Final Fantasy 7#Cloud#Aerith
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TRANS SOAP HEADCANONS
I SAW SOMEONE LIKE 2 MONTH AGOS ON TIKTOK SAY SOAP WAS TRANS AND I JUST-
AHH JUST YESS
Also me, the author(hi), i am trans
Being trans is so epic !!
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Trans Soap Headcanons :3
▸Constantly shirtless on base, LOVES showing off his top surgery scars, Price would tell him to put on shirt on but he worries that would be transphobic
▸He/Him or He/They
▸Price taught him how to shave
▸If anyone says something transphobic to Soap, him and the rest of the 141 and Laswell will hunt them down and the person will “mysteriously disappear”
▸Has tiny little trans flags all on his room
▸Gave Price a small trans flag once, he keeps it in his pen/pencil holder on his desk at all times
▸He can easily take care of himself but enjoys having the optional support from the rest of his team
▸Was very scared to come out at first, fumbling and stuttering on his words, talking very quiet, but when he finally got it everyone was quick to accept and comfort him
▸It took awhile for his voice to start dropping on T which made him quit dysphoric
▸Gaz tried his best to help with deep voice practices but he doesn’t really know what he’s doing in this situation. Just sat back and gave occasional thumbs up 😭
▸When his voice did start dropping and he got voice cracks, Gaz would always playfully tease him about it
▸”Your man self is finally coming out!”
▸”There’s the man I like to hear!”
▸When he was on T long enough to start bottom growth, Price put him on a temporary work hold and Ghost was the main person to take care of him during that time
▸Constantly complaining about how much it hurt when he closed his legs to far
▸Used the T gel, a big wimp when it comes to needles and peeling sticky items off (he hairy)
▸Laswell was the one to offer supplying/first starting T, resulting in a very quick “YES” response from Soap
▸Ghost helped him cut his hair short for the first time and Gaz currently helps him with it
▸Couldn’t wear a binder much before his surgery, would layer two sports bras on and many layers of baggy-ish under/shirts
▸Would have to take his showers later at night, in the male shower room with Laswell on watch outside ( showering in the girls room made him dysphoric :[
▸Wearing his kilt does not make him dysphoria in the slightest, makes him proud more than anything
*SCOTLAND FOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
▸Def has Blahaj, sleeps with it every night he can
▸Very protective of trans kids >:(
▸NOT a “uwu soft must protect trans boi”, He probs doesn’t even know what that means. But the thought of being seen as defenceless aggravates him. He just likes being soft sometimes in regards to his gender identity, don't be dense cissy
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Image credit: Me, I made it
I love being cringe omg
#john soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#soap mw2#soap cod#transgender#trans soap#scottish twink with a mohawk#call of duty#cod mw22#modern warfare#headcanons#SUCK IT COD STINKY FANBOYS
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My live reactions to season 2 (episode 1)
SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY KIDS READ AT UR OWN RISK
Holy shit I’m so excited
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oauxbwkxjwhz
LOVE THE BLACK SCREEN W A SHARP CUT TO THE BEACH 10/10
OMG WE GET THE STEDE AND IZZY BEACH SWORD NOW? SO SOON? YOU SPOIL ME OFMD
Omg he’s been stabbed this is for sure a dream sequence
STEDE THATS MURDER EVEN IF ITS JUST IN YOUR HEAD
“You absolute twa….” BEST DYING WORDS EVER ILY IZZY ALWAYS AND FOREVER
THE SLOW RUN TOWARDS EACH OTHER OMG
AND STEDES FACE AND HIS VOICE AND AWW BABY
AWWW THE WAY THEY CRASHED INTO EACH OTHER
“BABE” HA FOWIHXBWNA I WAS NOT PREPARED
“I KNEW YOUD FIND ME LOVE”
“Fuckin love the beard mate”
Oh we’ve started farting lovely
OH MY GOD I WASNT PREPARED FOR HOW ID FEEL WHEN IT CUT TO HIM WITH EVERYONE AWW MY BABIES IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH
“Cant be worse than you moaning ‘Ed oh ed’ all night” ILY PETE
Iconic title screen as always
“DEAR ED” AHHHH
SPANISH JACKIE ILY
Instantly taking an interest in the Swede as we knew would happen but still iconic
Ugh I love Leslie jones did I mention I love Leslie jones
Nat looks so scared aww baby
I love wee John being security
And host stede aww baby
I live for black Pete dealing with working in customer service
And all of them tbh
Aww poor buttons he needs his ocean and Livy
I’m ngl for a second I was like “where’s Fred armisen- oh wait”
ITS THE I THINK OF YOU OFTEN LINE YESS
HELLO YES I ADORE IZZY HANDS HE CAN DO NO WRONG IDC WHAT YOU SAY IVE MISSED MY BABY BOY
Ahh the wedding
“Demon? *shakes head* I’m the fucking devil” AHH
Guys were only 6 minutes in and this post is already long as shit so buckle up (if ur actually reading it lmao my ass would be like nope too long”
THERES MY VICO HELLO VICO ILY AND MY JOEL FRY ILY BABIES
Ah yes ye olde put trauma in a box in lock it
Awww fang baby boy someone give him a hug find him Lucius
Omg it’s the “you dumped him” scene
“Did everyone get some cake” because he’s still our precious little angle
HE JUST SNORTED RHINO HORN IS THAT A THING WAS THAT A THING IN HISTORY HUH
NO ITS THIS SCENE I DONT WANNA WATCH MY BABY BE SAD
Yes hello I love Izzy hands I would protect him with my life little baby boy
Vico looks so done w his ass
Someone give my baby a hug
Ily fang
The tears in his eyes during “unhand me” aww Angel
AWW IZZY
CONNOTHAN O NONNATHAN WE LOVE YOU YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY UR ABSOLUTE PERFECTION YOU ANGEL
I love the friendship Jim and that girl have
Oh shit Jackie
“BOO CAKES” JACKIE
Stede honey you’re not intimidating
“I know that guy we had breakfast together” “you’ll be having a lot of breakfastes together” “oh okay 🙂” ily Swede
HIM DOING AN ED IMPRESSION LMAO “could be. Could be mate.”
“You’re my hero” 😞😕🙂😏
Swede bein a cute lil double agent
AWW SWEDE “my time with Jackie has been the happiest of my life. Her love has helped me locate parts of myself I didn’t even know existed and reclaim others that I have long missed” ILY
“Tonight is my turn to perform the husbandly duties”
“That’s another toe” ED YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM LEAVE MY BABY ALONE
“Who am I to you” aww Izzy Angel baby he’s accepting it OMG “I have love for you Edward” IZZY YOURE SAYING IT OUT LOUD IM SO PROUD OF YOU BUD
IZZY YOU DID NOT JUST SAY TALK IT THROUGH YOU HAD TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA
OMG AND THE SHIFT IN THE MUSIC AS SOON AS HE SAID IT
IZZY RUN
RUN MY BABY BOY RUN
“As a crew” OH EDDDDD
ED DONT POINT A GUN AT JIM
OR ANYONE ELSE
THAT INCLUDES YOURSELF EDWARD TEACH BORN ON A BEACH
“They think ya crazy” cackling his face omg
Go taika absolutely slaying this scene
The way the camera is all like jittery is so good
Jim’s like “beard” makes their chin look like… not caved in but idk like it looks like they have a rly bad overbite yk
“Everyone knows why” “I don’t. Enlighten me” “your feelings for stede fucking bon-“ *GUNSHOT* ARE U SHITTING ME EDWARD NO WE DO BOT SHOOT FRIENDS
OH MY GOD HE MADE FRENCHIE FIRST MATE HOLY SHIT
Oh my god Izzy my poor baby Izzy oh my god how dare you hurt my Izzy
LMAO SWEDE
“FUCK THOSE HAMMIES UP” LMAO
There’s like no way there’s actually anything valuable in that chest
WE GOT TO SEE HER TAKE A NOSE FOR THE NOSE JAR YESSS
OH SHIT INDIGO
“Now give me back my blue shit STEVE”
Susan’s hot
DONT HURT SWEDE
Oh good okay we’re cool
I feel like she’s lying tho
But for now we’re cool
AWW FANG
AWW JIM COMFORTING FANG
“WANNA HEAR THE STORY OF THE WOODEN BOY” AWW
Living for vico using they them for the puppet
“DO THE VOICE” AWW
OMG VICO THATS ICONIC
AWW YAY THEYRE LAUGHING NOW THOSE ARE MY BABIES YAY
Living for buttons reuniting with the ocean
Okay roll credits cheers yall see you next episode
#take a shot every time I say aww baby#ofmd#ofmd s2#our flag means death#ofmd season 2#our flag means death season 2#ofmd s2 spoilers
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also in bearcky i feel like the kids would make something for becky while shes hibernating so they share it with her after she gets out :) (becky definitely doesn't cry)
YESS AHH and imagine they make something for her with the skills she taught them like how we see her teaching them things in the final scenes, but bearcky!! i don’t think she would even know how to react oml how sweet :D
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I honestly would love if Sage helps The Boys, but then she KNOWS that Homelander would kill her in a painful way if she does that so the question is: Would she be willing to try and kill Homelander? Cause if she helps The Boys that means she would lose her powers and maybe get killed in the process… Plus, she hates humans, would she really want a better world without Supes?
I thought that too, that Annie and Firecracker’s fight would last longer. Or maybe we would see more in the next season?
I feel that Mallory wanted to die and she “took the opportunity”(? I mean, she lost everyone on her life + I think she said it before? That she didn’t had the strength to keep going?
Ryan gives me the vibes of someone who doesn’t want to be like Homelander OR Butcher, that’s why I said that he would probably go alone in the next season: to figure it out what HE wants. I honestly hope that he doesn’t goes to the bad side, after all, he’s just a kid who saw his mom get killed in front of him and that’s enough by itself
MM DESERVES BETTER!! I really hope everyone’s free ASAP
About Jared, I would LOOOOOOVE if his character and Soldier Boy become friends and help each other!!! But then it would be interesting if Jared becomes one of The Boys… Or maybe both of them are gonna be on The Boys team??
I have soooo many questions I’m dying right now! We have to wait to 2026!! Literally dead
i feel like for sage, she’s in it for the love of the game yk?? like the reason she did all this in the first place was to see if she could! there was a line in the season where homelander called himself caesar and she agreed so that’s definitely foreshadowing yk?
also yess i wish their fight lasted longer😭😭 it wouldve been so cool to see annie actually showcase her powers and her strength.
i didnt think of that! i watch this analysis girl on tiktok and she was doing a breakdown on that scene. she said that mallory was just throwing this info at ryan’s face and just overwhelming him cuz thats how she recruited all her other “soldiers” (like butcher). but she didnt realize that ryan isnt just a victim but also homelander’s son! and also he’s just a kid. so when ryan who is like 12 or 14 is being told his father is not only super fucking evil, raped his MOMM WHO HE STILL LOVESS like of course he’s gonna freak the fuck out. i can’t remember the tiktokers name, but shes really pretty and she has a really calm and speedy voice. she has some really good takes.
but yeah i agree, i dont think he’ll necessarily choose a side, but he definitely wont side with homelander in the end.
AHH I HOPE HE JOINS SOLDIER BOY OR SAVES HIM FROM THE ICE OR SMTH
#angelthots#the boys#AGHHH I CANT BELIEVE WE HAVE TO WAIT TILL 2026😫😫😫😫😫😫#but at least we’re getting gen v next year!!!#its def gonna tie into the next season of the boys!!!#anyway thats all the thoughts i have but keep sending them!! i love hearing theories
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Have you watched it? If so, any favorite parts?
(Ahh I'm not trying to bomb you with Aquabats but I'm so happy to talk about it lol lol)
YESS!!! IM 3 EPISODES IN AND IM STILL NOT OVER THE "nice hat HOTDOG" PART IT'S SO DUMB LMAOOO ALSO I LOVE THEM SINGING ABOUT PUPPIES I DEFINITELY WANNA OPEN THIS STUFF TO MY FUTURE KIDS 😍😍😍💕
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Riddddddd, How are you? Your vacation pictures were really pretty 😌 I didn't know you had tattoos? WOW. Wishing you the best trip of the year 🧡 Please keep updating us with your beautiful pictures 🫣🩷 Also, Since we are on the topic of vacays, I wanted to say rq that the recent taekookie picx made me read ruin you again 😂😂😂 I looked at the pictures and went OH THESE ARE them on a vacay with their ocs if that is even possible or just a boys trip where the two are having fun but still in ry universe 😝 The jk oc and their trip in the story and then aoc loving to travel 🥹 Oh the nostalgia 💓💓💓💓 How I miss these 4 😭😭😭 maybe a holiday break from office? 🥹 Now they even got their babies 🥹 How old are kookie and ryoc twins now? Imagine them growing up and going on vacay with tae's baby/babies 😭🤏🏻 Also I always keep on forgetting to ask this, Is aoc younger than the trio? Askskjsjikkk I got major quarantine flashback 😵 Waiting for the new chapters back then and biting on nails 😭😭😭 So nostalgic 🫠 Anyway, without souring the happy vacation vibes, I wish the rest of your year to be spent as joyfully 💕💕💕
heeey, im okay! tired but resting haha how are you? yess, a few tattoos and hopefully more to come :') thank you, love 💕
omg lolll you're so right, this is absolutely them on a couple vacay 😭 the fluff between them would be unmatched. and the kids??? PLS. but also, bc it's me i need to say that.. vacations can also be times of hardships, so there's also room for angst isn't there haha with a!oc and ry!oc at the same place with these men.. 🥹 there's a whole plot right there. but yeah lol other than that, it'd be the cutest thing ever
the twins were born mid-2023, so they'll be just 1 yr old this august.. still babies 🥺 and tae's is teeny tiny, too. a!oc is the youngest yesss, just a few months younger than jk. dropping a new chapter was quite an experience, too, i miss it sm 🤧 ty for still being here 🤍
AHH and vacay pics under the cut 😁
and ofc the kitties 🥺
#this took me ages to post bc tumblr wouldn't accept the pics lmaoo#notes for rid 🌹#anon#fic: ruin you
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Can we talk about how Nico has a tattoo for his family he would totally get a tattoo for is wife and kids 🫠😍🫠🫠
ahh omgg, yess!!
like he has one that has his family's zodiac signs, but he wants to do smth special for you and the kids. he goes through a lot of different ideas, but he decides on nicknames he has for you guys, so it's special just between you guys.
like he'll call you 'my [insert fav flower]' so he gets your fav flower tattooed somewhere. and like for your kids, he'll get nicknames he calls them, like a pancake, or a bunny, or just little cute things that he can remember you guys by.
send in soft thoughts about any nhl player!
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GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 2 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️
sooo bearded crowley in this episode am I right 😔 yup 2500 BC… HERE HE IS!!! i hate him so much
nah he’s talking about God abandoning him i don’t actually hate him poor fallen angel
WHAT IS AZIRAPHALE DOING
so if this is after the flood crowley had a huge glow down
“I COMMAND THEE, BEGONE!” “no.” he’s so me i’m so him (he has a permit from god??)
“satan and his diabolical ministers may destroy everything Job owns no question asked, hugs kisses, god” AND THE PAPER IS THAT LONG?
CROWLEY’S SO BITCHY
so aziraphale had met muriel before
LONG HAIRED GABRIEL WHY DOES HE LOOK SO?? JUST?? SO WRONG😭
AHH EVE WAS THE FIRST NOT ADAM
“i think they quite like the old ones”
alphabetical order!! FIRST LETTER OF THE FIRST SENTENCE HELP
OH WAIT I GET IT, in the playlists prime video dropped you have to look at the first letter of the lyrics of each song to have the words “ineffable” and “tempting” AND IT’S BECAUSE OF THIS JOKE
“EVERY DAY ITS A-GETTING CLOSER”🎶 lol didn’t jon hamm say he doesn’t sing in an interview
CROWLEY CHANGED CLOTHES THE TURTLENECK DBHDHSJN CROWLEY WITH THE TUTLENECK
theory time: shax says that the miracle could’ve been performed only by the mightiest of archangels and crowley asks her how does she know he didn’t do it, are you telling me crowley was an archangel??
okay they’re both risking to be eliminated now
aziraphale SINGING
NOOOOOSTOPCRYING MAGGIE
HEHEHEHHE SHE’S IN LOVE (“it’s not your job to sort out my doomed love life” because he should think about HIS love life first)
“every record they play eventually turns into that song” you mean like queen songs in the bentley?
“Gabriel.” HEART SKIPPED A BEAT “where is Gabriel.”
wooo saraqael creating wheelchair ramps
“falling in love is what humans do” crying rn
don’t i know you? NO YOU DONT SHUT UP 😁
NAHHH why is heaven watching him again leave aziraphale alone☹️
HERE IT GOEEEEES EVERY DAY🎶🎶🎶🎶
the pub from the picture!!
making them fall in love this is such a fanfiction trope i love it
A SUDDEN RAINSTORM FORCES THEM TOGETHER BENEATH A CANOPY THEY LOOK INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES AND REALIZE THEY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER???? OHHHHH I JUST KNOW THATS GONNA HAPPEN TO AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY AS WELL
if you’re going to invoke fiction… aziraphale are you about to say jane austen?
HE SAID IT yess i knew they were gonna have the ball for nina and maggie I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY TRUE?
“PEOPLE WOULD GATHER DO SOME FORMAL DANCING AND REALIZE THEY HAD MISUNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER AND WERE ACTUALLY DEEPLY IN LOVE” okay but can you try to be a little more subtle
a clue!!!😼
“jim tell me what do you know” / “oookay, whaddayaknow” IM ON THE FLOOR STOPSPPP WHY ITS NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY
WOOO PURPLE EYES- is that god’s voice?
ANOTHER FLASHBACK oh no not bearded crowley again… his hair has lost volume
Bildad the Shuhite?? 💀
“i know you” / “you do not know me” AAAAAAAAAAA
NO WAIT THIS IS AFTER THE FLOOD. WHEN CROWLEY SAID “YOU CANT KILL KIDS” IM UNWELL aziraphale does know this is not what crowley wants to do
“I KNOW THE ANGEL YOU WERE” OHH I WAS WRONG HE REMEMBERS HE REMEMBERS HIM
he wants to do it because he was blameless too but he fell anyway. bye i’m about to appear on international news
the goats are back 😭😭😭😭 STOP THIS IS CUTE look at aziraphale’s face
“you can stop grinning” HHEJEHRHEHRH
“DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE ON THE SAME SIDE” AND YEARS LATER CROWLEY IS THE ONE THAT TELLS HIM THEYRE ON THEIR OWN SIDE
“be not afraid” 👁️biblically accurate aziraphale👁️
TY TENNANT!!!! why’s he so gay
AWWWGGGHHH DAVID SAYING HIS SON SEEMS NICE
AZIRAPHALE SHOUTINGBHAHAH “I BRING THE WARNING” that was unexpected
what. just. happened.
aziraphale knew they were safe because crowley wouldn’t actually kill kids 😭
“oooh aren’t you brilliant” giggling kicking my feet
GIRL WHY DID YOU TURN THEM INTO GECKOS
am i about to witness aziraphale’s first time being drunk?
THATS A PARALLEL A DAMN PARALLEL between crowley/nina offering wine and aziraphale/maggie both not drinking
“are you trying to tempt me?” i was wrong this is going to be the first time aziraphale EATS omg HEHEHHHH HES PRECIOUS
lol btw this big thunderstorm is nothing compared to what has happened a few days ago where i live
CROWLEY IS ON HIS OWN SIDE!!!! AND THEN IT BECOMES THEIR SIDE!!!
“see you in hell” shut up???
i love this whole flashback but why does he have to have that beard im sorry i can’t get over it😔
YEP THATS GOD’S VOICE
also i just realized there’s no narrator this time rip
“if you want answers come back when you can make a whale” CROWLEY COULD MAKE STARS AND STILL DIDNT GET THE ANSWERS
“shoemaking and obstetrics” HELPPPP
aziraphale’s in trouble ohhhh he LIED
D’YOU NEED A LIFT SOMEWHERE 🫢
HE ASKED TO USE THE BENTLEY OMG THEIR CAR
crowley is me i’m so jealous of my possessions no matter who you are
aziraphale has a driving license?😨
NOUR! *slaps his hand*
aziraphale being bitchy is my favourite thing
THE SCENEEEEE THE SCENE FROM THE PICTURE IM SO EXCITED
aziraphale is so nervous nooo my little guy HE THINKS HES GOING TO FALL WHATTTT
“IM NOT TAKING YOU TO HELL, ANGEL”
NOOO THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING STOP. STOP CRYING.
“with your curly little.. and your neat white” MY GODDD
AZIRAPHALE VOICE WHEN HE SAYS “IM A FALLEN ANGEL” I CANT. DO. THIS.
“that sounds um..” / “lonely?” end me right now
BUT THEYRE NOT GOING TO BE LONELY ANYMORE THEY HAVE EACH OTHER THEYRE ON THEIR OWN SIDE
(crowley saying “you’re on your own with this one” in ep1 is even worse to hear now 😍)
MURIEL CLIP NEXT EPISODE YAYY
tagging @neil-gaiman since he said he was interested in reading live reactions
#me acting like i haven’t seen the every a month ago#good omens#good omens season 2#good omens season two spoilers#good omens season two#gos2 spoilers#gos2#go2 spoilers#gos2spoilers#spoilers#gos2 reaction
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Ahh yess... drawing Floyd who is always annoys Nell :)))
Fun facts about Nell with Floyd : Nell is honestly trying to avoid Floyd many times, because Nell have a feeling that :
'My mental and physique energy is gonna run out because of this EXTROVERT!!'
Yes... Nell is a introvert :)) 👍 but have to pretend to be 'normal person'. Literlly this kid need a rest :"").
Lol... just gonna drop this image and go :))
#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#ibispaint art#twst#twst oc#twst prefect#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#twst floyd#twisted wonderland floyd#floyd leech#random#random post#random people
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