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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense · 11 months ago
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Fanart for @ijjstlostthegame GrayJD AU!! It's a really fun AU and honestly such a banger, y'all should go check it out. I love it sm, it's such a cool idea. The brainrot is real <3
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whorekneecentral · 2 years ago
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“I didn’t realize I needed your permission”
“this isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you.” 
“make me”
HATE SEX😍😍
Unresolved sexual tension🥰
Maybe they had problems but they slept a few times before hating eachother and it kinda comes up, y/n has a bf but sergio is jealous and angry yk, also it would be kinda cool if he calls the bf while they yk
ANGST SMUT
(Kinda wanted to kms writing this but yk!😘)
couldn't fit all of them in here so I put the ones I can in here :) // prompts: “I didn’t realize I needed your permission” + “make me”  -- tw: cheating
Back and forth was a motto of your relationship with Sergio. 
There wasn't a week the past that you two weren't arguing and making a back up. Something about him kept pulling you back to him; it was an object of fascination, of desire. And as much as you wanted to stay away from him, you couldn't bring yourself too. 
That was only temporary, your job kept you moving constantly. So you were never in one place long enough to actually have a permanent relationship with him. 
Plus there was that little fact that you were.. well, already in a relationship. 
Finally, you've settled, your job gave you a permanent position in Paris. You have yet to see Sergio, or even tell him that you've moved but you figured sooner or later you'll have to speak to him. Your boyfriend hadn't moved to Paris with you but had stayed in London and you were going to try things long distance and see how it goes. 
There's a knock on your door while you were unpacking and you figured that it was the delivery guy. “Coming!” You shouted, reaching for your wallet before walking to the door. 
Stupidly, you didn’t even check who was on the other side before opening it. Much to your dismay, it was not the delivery guy, but Sergio. 
“What are you doing here? How'd you even find out I was here?” You asked, he can tell you weren't pleased to see him. 
“I didn’t realize I needed your permission to visit you.”
“Whatever,” you dropped the door and he walked in behind you, shutting it quietly. Sergio sits on the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and the look out gave him was enough to drop his feet again.
“Why are you here? Seriously,” you stood across from him. “You’ve moved here, right? So does that mean you two are done?” 
“No.” You looked at him and he makes a face, “you’re not done but you let me in again?” 
“Technically, I let go of the door and you followed me in.”
Sergio smiles, your flat joke caught his attention and he grabbed your hand, pulling you to him. You’re stood between his legs when he looks up at you, “come here,” he pulls you onto his lap but you don’t budge, holding your place. 
“Y/n, c’mere,” he pulls you once more and you don’t move yet again. “Make me.” 
That was all he needed to hear. 
Sometimes you forget how strong he is, Sergio pulling you to him and pinning you under him on the couch. He leans down, his lips meeting yours. It catches you off guard but it feels so natural that you lean into him, kissing him back. 
He only puts you down and stops kissing you so you two can undress. The clothes are tossed all over the living room. 
You two shuffle around a bit, still on the couch when Sergio flips you over; face down, ass up as he settles before you. Your back arches, the curve of your spine evident when he comes up behind you, pushing back against him as you feel the tip of his cock against your pussy.
His hand grips your hips, pulling you back against him. Your moans are muffled by the couch when you feel him stretch you out.
“God, please, like that,” the words tumble out, begging him for more as he fucks you. His hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. Your hand reaching under you, fingers barely reaching to rub your clit.
He pulls you up, his arm wrapped around your middle, your back pressed to his chest. His fingers dig into your side for a moment, squeezing you a bit. “So good for me, you take it so well.” He whispers to you, kissing under your ear.
“Uh huh,” you breathe, leaning back against him, your legs felt like jello under you.
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a-ghost-that-writes · 2 years ago
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Hi I Found Interesting That Request About The Naruto Anime About Tall Muscular Men So I Can Ask The Same Characters In A Scenario Where Your Male S/O Hits His Butt
I'll be real with you chief, I am not the most versed in that. But, I'm gonna give my best shot.
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- Of course he’s surprised and it shows all over his face. 
- He’s a blushing mess but he laughs it off, and even slaps S/O’s butt in retaliation.
- Soon it’s a butt smacking competition.
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- S/O has mastered the art of getting Minato off guard with the booty smack.
- He’s shocked but he smiles and says that he wouldn’t doing that again but in private.
-And when S/O isn’t paying attention, Minato surprises him with a booty smack as well!
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- He chuckles at S/O’s silly antics. He doesn’t mind the booty slap.
- Asuma makes it a point to tease S/O saying things like “Save it for the bedroom~”
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- One of the best ways to surprise Madara? A booty smack of course!
- He takes it in stride though, and for S/O he earns a butt grab from the Uchiha.
-  Know that Madara is a master of “punishing” his lovers and S/O is far from safe.
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- Hashirama has a big ol’ grin while S/O is smacking his butt. 
- he thinks of S/O smacking his behind as a playful antic and doesn’t mind it. 
- The truth is, Hashirama enjoyed S/O smacking his butt a lot more than intended. He wouldn’t mind if they did so more often.
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naviercorbett · 7 months ago
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Art is a big drug
Art. A colossal drug, a glittering oasis in the wasteland of the ordinary. We, the creators, grasp at the wisp of colors and emotions, yearning to weave them into tapestries of meaning. In our hands, the power to sculpt words, breathe life into phantoms. A God's purview, some might say. It's intoxicating, isn't it?
Driven by a relentless urge, an insatiable hunger to breach the boundaries of the formless, we craft narratives in the dead of night.
But the tools feel heavy in our hands, the muse of ability plays hide-and-seek, and the results… sometimes they fall flat. A a stark reminder of the limitations that bind us.
Perhaps this is the true artist's curse, wouldn't you agree? To teeter on the edge of creation and desolation, forever yearning, forever falling short. That the drug of art is so potent indeed that not reconciliation from others can mend it to be liveable, and the only snap that brings to reality... is our own inability to create beautiful art.
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watergave · 6 months ago
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@1stdandelion
even less than a shell of her former self, she realizes when looking at this boy that her daughter is only a few years older than him. ( the capitol didn't get her, too, right? ) it's the first coherent thought she's had in. . . years. lucy coral has been stripped of her name, her child and her own mind. they only brought in this madwoman to come talk to the boy ( she doesn't know what he's here; she doesn't dare ask ) as some sort of torture. lucy is to discover what would hurt him the most. hopefully, the worst that could happen is being in a room with a lunatic. ❝ you are. . . ❞ voice is husky from years of screaming more than talking. she points at him. ❝ your hair is yellow, like mine. ❞ she lifts some of her limp locks for him to see. ❝ you are from four, too? ❞ she's already off-task, but what had they expected when they decided to use her as a spy?
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crisispider · 11 months ago
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[ ◉¯] ✧˖° → @tellemidied liked for a starter!
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The long distance was the hardest part about their entire relationship. They both had careers that had them traveling all around the country ( in Peter's case sometimes the world.) and they were almost never in the same city at the same time, but sometimes? Sometimes they got lucky.
This weekend was one of those times, Miguel had a Sunday game in Chicago the same weekend that Peter would be in town doing a handful of shows. So needless to say Peter was beyond excited when he finally got to Miguel's hotel room, the pop star was practically skipping down the hall behind his bodyguard. ( coming to quite the dramatic halt in front of Miguel's hotel room door.)
A dramatic flare of a secret knock that he had made up long ago was tapped onto the door was he waited for the other to open up.
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mantlehold · 1 year ago
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starter for: @coconvtfm based on this! / for tam. context: housewife x female neighbor.
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soo yun barely had any time to herself when it was just herself at home and not that horrid husband of hers flaunting their family and his wealth as if they were his prized possessions. it was that way in the mantle-kang household; he never saw his family as individual people. which was why she was thankful her children eventually all moved out when they reached adulthood (even her youngest, sae yeon who just left for college last year), and unfortunately, soo yun was still saving up funds to file for divorce and leave.
the older woman was leaning against the white picket fence that separated her and her neighbour, tam. she seemed like a lovely woman; worked as a tattoo artist or so she had said one of their numerous conversations she remembered clearly at the back of her head. she considered that an impressive career and an art form of its own.
another day talking to one of the few people whom she grew fond of outside of her household, her slim digits brushed stray locks of hair behind her ear. "is it . . . painful getting tattoos?" silly question, she is aware of that. but she genuinely enjoyed making conversation with tam.
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truexman · 2 years ago
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@rcsentful​ liked for a starter
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The detective sees him for a moment and it’s the thought that the teen looks so familiar-- that has him do a double take. He frowns a little, turning fully now to make sure he just wasn’t seeing things; or that his lack of sleep wasn’t playing tricks on him.
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unavernales · 2 years ago
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"isn't she cute?" it's not the first time she's caught someone admiring (or scrutinizing, same thing!) her signature pink ferrari. the dhampir knows... very little about cars, but she does know luxury when she sees it. it's the only reason she had saved up the cash and bonuses from hits to buy it! farrah loved the attention, and she loved bragging about her pride and joy. "and it goes really really fast. like, really fast." @bcdomens
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snnydcysarchivee · 1 year ago
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@goneghosted liked for a starter
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the pink haired girl was having it rough today. steve and robin were nowhere to be found and she was left to cover both their shifts. she never understood what was happening. maybe they went to go play d&d with the little high schoolers that would raid the store from time to time. normally she would be in her cheerful mood, but today she was exhausted. spotting billie, she gave a begrudging wave, "it's just me today. please tell me you brought some candy."
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bluejeanbaby · 1 year ago
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@loveisliquor
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Mateo had assumed that the person who had joined him in the elevator was the newest candidate. He figured for once he'd be nice and try not to scare her off. Yet as she began talking about how nasty the boss was, he couldn't help but to laugh. "Oh yeah, he can be a total asshole." Teo explained looking over with a grin. "I mean really I wish you luck with your interview, he'll probably grill you." The CEO joked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You're heading up to his office now, huh?" he continued asking, enjoying playing the part of a regular employee. He'd be excited to see the look on her face once she figured out who he really was. Though if she'd done better research she likely would have seen his face before.
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avatarvyakara · 2 years ago
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Doing something a little different this time…
Mutuals: a game! Give me a story title. Any story title at all, conjured from your heads on the spur of the moment. As an exercise, I should like to try to create a plot from it, as proper practice. I offer the same courtesy to any who should reblog this post, should it be wished.
I look forward to hearing from you.
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a-ghost-that-writes · 2 years ago
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Could I please get some platonic hcs for Madara reacting to an Uchiha G!N Reader during the Fourth Shinobi War who’s actually his direct descendant? Like maybe grandchild or great-grandchild, and is pretty much the only person - including the Hokage - with the power to match him until Hashirama shows up? Also maybe instead of siding with Naruto and the Hokage out of a sense of morality, the Reader is fighting against him because they believe conflict and war is necessary for Humanity to evolve?
This is going to be a tough one I've never done anything like this before but I'm willing to give it a go.
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At first it comes to Madara like shell-shock: He was not expecting any from his line to be alive after all he’s been through. But there they were, stand proudly on the battlefield with him at his side. 
They have only heard of Madara through stories passed down from one generation to another. Each time something different about the infamous Uchiha, but to meet him in person? Y/N couldn’t believe it.
Y/N knows he is supposed to be the enemy, Naruto and the others are fighting against him, but Y/N knows deep down- Madara was right. So they chose to aid him, not like a pawn like Obito was, but as a battle ally.
Y/N and Madara are like-minded in why they fight. The cycle of bloodshed has been going since the founding of the village. It was time to change things and finally break the system of oppression. Y/N knows they might die, but to die along side Madara- is definitely worth it.  
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rangers-are-cool-moved · 1 year ago
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For: Fili :: @swordoaths Muse: Hal Verse: Unexpected Journey | au
  A knock on the door was the first, and only, sign that the Master of Bag End's evening was getting disrupted. By Dwarves of all people. At least, it would have been the first sign if Bilbo hadn't been warned about the Dwarf rune on his front door earlier. He glanced over at the chair nearest the window of his living room and gave a small smile at the curled up asleep young Ranger.
  Whether Hal would remain asleep was a different matter altogether though. Dwalin and Balin had noticed and kept a quieter tone but the Hobbit wasn't sure if the two now standing on his doorstep would do the same. He let them in with a warning to keep their voice down- which Kili promptly failed when he saw the older two Dwarves.
  Hal went from asleep to awake at the noise and on her feet in seconds. It took her a few minutes, and Bilbo saying where they were, before she started to relax. She ran a scarred hand through her hair, then tilted her head to look at Fili. "Chances of your Uncle getting lost, Prince Fili? Since I doubt you two were allowed to come alone."
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jawbrkrs · 2 years ago
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━━ ⟢ @bebescta​ liked for a one liner.
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            “ i'll  change  your  life,  if  you  let  me. ”
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ofthestcrs · 2 years ago
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@riiese
As he realized that he was not, in fact, alone, and this land belonged to someone, Ingvar's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach, but it may as well have sunken underground and gone to the earth's molten core. He wished he could simply slip away like that, but, alas, this cursed corporeal form was stuck facing the consequences of his actions.
"Please, be forgiving of me; I— I-I was not realizing this land was— w-was being own'd," he gibbered.
The very idea of anyone 'owning' any land was prosperous to the giant, but this was not the time nor place to argue such semantics he had no control over.
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Leia was angry. It radiated from her as she walked through the garden just on the outskirts of the castle walls. There was talk of her getting sent away to be married to some selfish prince. Anything to gain more allies to help with the war, but also, it seemed, anything to get Leia out of her mother's hair. Much as Leia resented the woman who had birthed her, she was confident that her father would come back. Even though she was closing in on her mid-twenties now, she still believed he was alive. He had to be. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that when the giant spoke, she jumped back in surprise. Her head tilted up to look at him as he spoke with what felt like fear. She hadn't expected anyone to be out here and certainly not a giant, but he didn't seem to mean any harm.
"It's ... it's alright," Leia said softly, pulling at the bottom of her dress so that it wouldn't get too dirty. "I suppose that means you're not from here. Where do you hail from, gentle giant?" Despite his size, he reminded her quite a bit of her father. Though for now, she couldn't quite pinpoint why.
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