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awesomefringey · 1 month ago
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Hi Sabine if you could please spread this, this account lists all the memorials planned for Liam across the world and regularly updates them, for those who wish and are able to attend https://x.com/HS_News_/status/1847077799942934740
Sending lots of love ❤️❤️❤️
LIAM PAYNE MEMORIAL
Europe:
🇬🇧 London | October 20 - 2pm | Hyde Park
🇬🇧Liverpool | October 19 - 2pm | Docks on keel wharf bridge
🇬🇧 Glasgow | October 20 - 2pm | Sir Walter Scott Statue in George Square
🇬🇧 Manchester | October 20 - 6pm | Cathedral Gardens
🇬🇧 Birmingham | October 20 - 4pm | Chamberlain Square
🇧🇪 Brussels | October 19/20 - 2pm | Parc de Bruxelles
🇫🇷 Paris | October 20 - 2pm | Jardins des Tuileries
🇩🇪 Munich | October 20 - 3pm | Olympiahalle
🇪🇸 Madrid | October 20 - 3pm | Plaza de Santa Ana
🇸🇪 Stockholm | October 19 - 6pm | Svartensgatan 8
🇵🇹 Lisbon | October 27 - 6pm | Meo Arena, Oriente
🇮🇹 Milan | October 20 - 3pm | Piazza Duomo
🇺🇸 US:
Newark - Delaware | October 19 - 4pm | Glasgow Park
NYC | October 19 - picnic* at 11am and another event at 6pm | Washington Square Park
*Picnic RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/2WoJi0Onf8jWijlyFU8E
Boston | October 19 - 2pm | Boston Common
Chicago | October 19 - 2pm | Gather at Grandmother’s Garden outside of Lincoln Park Zoo
Los Angeles | October 19 - 4:30pm | La Cienaga** Park in Beverly Hills
**RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/P5qPcaZkgLizNYhzP0mm
South-America:
🇧🇷 São Paulo | October 27 - 2pm | Parque Ibirapuera
Oceania:
🇳🇿 Auckland | October 20 - 2pm | Freyberg Square
🇦🇺 Sydney | October 20 - 11am | Hyde Park (Memorial fountain)
Asia:
🇮🇳 Mumbai | October 20 - 5pm | Marine Lines, Opposite Pizza by the Bay
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EDIT: added Boston
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uc1wa · 1 year ago
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college jason getting horny while listening to you talk about books 😵‍💫
18+ minors dni
having a smart girlfriend was hard.
having a girlfriend whose time was consumed with studying in the library, attending professor's office hours, reading books in bed, and spending all-nighters finishing essays was hard.
but having a girlfriend who made time for her sweet boyfriend, despite attempting to be at the top of her class, was harder.
jason didn't mean to, he swears his cock has a mind of its own when he's sat on your bed and you're at your desk. when you're telling him about the newest book you've begun reading. a romance novel with plenty of action to keep you on your toes—the types of novels that you knew jason loved. telling him about it as a recommendation.
but why did you have to look all pretty with help from the low-lit lamp beside you? hair thrown into a bun with a sweatshirt two sizes too big, holding the book with a grin tugging your cheeks as your eyes wandered—not paying attention to anything in specific as you told him a summary without revealing too much.
it should be a sin. it should be a sin for his girlfriend to be perfect in every aspect possible. because, do you see what you're doing to him? eyes roaming everywhere in the room, but somehow missing the tent that's raised in grey sweatpants worn by your boyfriend. missing the way jason's fists are clenched in some sort of self-control while his teeth are tugging his own lip and he swears a bead of sweat falls down his face.
and even when he's got you riding him all pretty, tits bouncing underneath the university crew you sported while being full of his length, it's still not enough. "'n... fuck princess, tell me 'bout the next book you're thinkin' of."
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savannahsdeath · 1 year ago
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This thought popped in my head and I need it!!!!
(only if you want to!)
Imagine reader and Ellie went out to the mall with there friends and the entireeee day Ellie was just thinking about bending reader over and doing her then and there because she was just looking so good with her little ponytail and skirt and the way she would pick up the cutest little clothes and ask Ellie if she thinks they would look good on her. Then when they get home Ellie just goes absolutely feral and fucks her with no remorse. :(((
I'm literally going feral over this thought
im not a shopping person but this? omg.
ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER
mdni please<3
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warnings: 18+!! obv smut, strap (r!receiving)
writers note: i loved the idea sm i literally stopped writing my enemies to lovers fic just to write this one🫣sorry it took me so long to post it, i struggled with choosing what to post first !!
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You were going out shopping with your girlfriend and some friends. Ellie isn't really an outgoing person, but when it's about you and shopping, she can't wait to see you in all the cute clothes she knows she will buy you. Of course she'll never admit it but you knew she enjoys it as much as you do.
As you make your way into the store, you can see her eyes light up at the sight of all the different styles of clothes. She takes the lead and starts pulling at all sorts of clothing to bring over for you to try on, eager to see you wearing all her favorite things.
The changing rooms had a lot of space inside, so she entered one with you, sitting down on the little bench. While you were taking your previous clothes off, she intensely stared at her phone. She couldn't stand seeing your bare skin and it would be hard for her to control herself otherwise, but you were clueless.
When you changed into a cute, feminine skirt and top, she finally turned her eyes in your direction. Her gaze was judging but not in a bad way - she looked you up and down before smirking.
"Spin." Ellie simply ordered and you obviously did so. You had no idea she told you to do that because of the way your pink underwear shows when the skirt rolls up in the air at your movement. She cleared her throat and nodded, trying to hide her thoughts. "Yeah, looks good."
You frowned at her lack of enthusiasm, not realizing she's actually boiling inside. You were so oblivious it was actually funny, even your friends knew damn well what was going on.
You tried the rest of the clothes Ellie picked for you, not getting the reaction you'd like to each time, but you couldn't blame her.
Oh, little did you know how much she just wants to bend you over and fuck with her strap, she obviously had on, just in case she won't be able to control herself.
After a few other shops and a whole bag of clothes, you came into one with small changing rooms and made Ellie wait outside. She was standing in front of the curtains, pretending to be unbothered, but the way she impatiently kept asking you 'ready?' every-fucking-second said otherwise.
"Wait, wait, the zipper won't close!" You said, trying to lock a pretty, formal, red dress you knew you'll wear like one time - for Christmas or something.
She rolled her eyes and came in, standing so close behind you, you could feel the bulge in her jeans. She zipped it without struggle, placing her head on your shoulder as she looked at the mirror in front of you both. Her hands were sliding up and down your sides as she kissed your neck.
"You look fucking amazing." She whispered and smiled, seeming almost proud of your appearance.
"Is it worth buying, though?" You asked, turning in all directions to see it from every angle. "It will just collect dust in the closet for the whole year until I decide it's time to..."
She laughed, cutting you off. "Jesus, hush. I can afford it... Oh, and trust me, I'll make you wear it."
You finally fully turned around, cupping Ellie's face in your hands and kissing her for only a few seconds. "You spend too much money on me."
"Are you complaining?" She chuckled with a smug look on her face as you stayed silent. "That's what I thought."
After running around the shops for the whole day, you all met in a restaurant. Ellie was sitting in her usual men-spread position and you placed yourself between her legs, not really caring it may be weird. Her hands rested awfully near the hem of your skirt, wrapped around your waist. Sometimes when you were grinding too much, she'd just tug on it to warn you, so no one would notice your behaviour.
Sometimes, when your little movements didn't stop, she'd whisper something in your ear in almost threatening way, even though you wasn't really teasing her intentionally.
On your way home, she was walking faster than usually. You couldn't even call it walking together, she was just pushing you forward.
You tried to slow down or build a conversation but miserably failed every time.
As soon as she brought you back to your shared apartament, she closed the door and immediately started kissing your neck, slowly pushing you towards the bed.
You quickly understood why she acted so weird before. "Oh, Ellie, so you just wanted that the whole day?" You chuckled as she nuzzled into your skin. "And you kept silent instead of telling me?"
She dropped the bag of clothes as soon as you entered the bedroom, your teasing words clearly pissing her off even more than having to watch you in all those cute little skirts back in the shop.
"What the fuck was the whole dinner scene for?" She asked, frustrated, hurriedly undressing you. "Can't sit still? Seriously?"
You laughed, even though you knew what waits for you isn't so funny.
She wasn't teasing your cunt for too long before filling it with her cock, waiting for the right moment to catch you off-guard. It worked as well as she expected to, you moaned and your eyes quickly turned glossy as your thighs clenched.
She kept going for so long, you didn't bother to hold back your tears anymore. Your hips were sore from the way she held them, knowing she won't be able to hit the right spot if you'll move. Your hair started to stick together from the sweat and tears mixed together, making the pillow uncomfortably wet. Your god-knows-which orgasm approached but you weren't able to say anything about it to Ellie as you lost the ability to speak like a thousand thrusts ago. You couldn't decide whether it's a good or bad feeling. Yes, you loved the feeling of her deep inside you to the point you can actually see her in your stomach. But no, you didn't feel strong enough to keep going. Ellie seemed to notice that.
"If you want to stop, just tell me." She said in the most taunting tone she could.
She knew you're not able to 'just tell her'. She noticed the only thing coming from your mouth are moans, occasionally maybe her name, but really rarely.
She reached to wipe your tears away. "Now, that's just adorable. And a little pathetic. Should I slow down, huh? Should I?"
You nodded, realizing your vision isn't actually black, you were just desperately squeezing your eyes shut like it'd make you feel any better. You looked up at her with your teary eyes, still imploringly moving your head up and down.
"What does that even mean? Just speak up!" She laughed.
Your eyes closed again, as your release came. Your mind went blank, just like everything else - your vision, feeling and other senses.
Did you pass out?
It all came back after a few seconds, when Ellie finally stopped and leaned in to kiss you, what woke you up like Sleeping Beauty.
"Oh, sorry babe. Got carried away. I bet you can't really blame me, though." She winked as she started going down on you again.
"Els- what are you...?" You managed to say, stopping to take a breath after each word.
"Gotta clean you up." She smirked and you could already feel her tongue on your clit.
It felt so sensitive, so new, you cried out and your thighs tensed, but didn't close as Ellie held onto them. She was so strong compared to your weakness now, they didn't move a millimeter.
"I'll be fast, this time." She reassured you, as your body squirmed, hoping to get away.
But oh, how much you actually wanted to stay like that. The sensitiveness made you feel the texture of her tongue so precisely, you hoped to still remember it tomorrow...
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mammon-s · 10 months ago
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mammon with a reader who gets embarrassed asking to have sex so she’s all clingy around him with puppy dog eyes but she can’t quite get the words out
This would be so cute pleaseeee
Like you’re watching a movie or something and you start to get horny and just cuddle up next to Mams clinging on to his arm and looking up at him with big puppy eyes.
He probably wouldn’t get the hint at first until he pulls you into his lap and you start to softly grind down on him then he’s like “oh!”
Once he gets what you’re doing he’d probably tease you so bad like “what’s wrong my pretty little treasure you need something?” Trying to get you to actually say it before pinning you down on the couch and fucking you.
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voxina · 1 month ago
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Katia Mosally wrote about Liam on instagram if you want to document it, with pics and video. It's in Swedish but could easily be translated by Google <3
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"Apart from One Direction's first album being the soundtrack to my early years in the music business and apart from meeting one of my best friends through them when he worked with them, I think what strikes me the most today is how important Liam and the whole band have been for a whole generation of fans. They created a community, a phenomenon that spanned the globe. They created a bond that not many artists can. It is a musical legacy that will live forever. So even though many who grew up to their music and unique world domination feel like a part of their childhood/adolescence died today, that's not the case. That community and the memories they gave to so many fans around the world will always be there.
And I think the Swedish fans might feel it a little extra. This is where a lot started. The studio on Söder. Swedes who wrote the first songs. Carl Falk and Rami Yacoub. The team at Sony Music in Sweden who made Sweden one of the first markets in the world that 1D broke into. Nina, Anders and Janina.
What I remember most about working with Liam was that it was so much FUN! He was down to earth, saw everyone in the room, cared so much for his fans, and best of all, he cared enough to call his son several times a day despite his busy schedule.
Today I play the song I played during my years at Universal in Sweden. The song that became my theme song there. The song that I played loudly when I was going to surprise my old colleagues with when I made a surprise visit from LA. The song I still love to pump loudly in the car and scream along to. Striiip thaaaat dooooown 💗💗💗
Sending all the love to the fans."
Katia Mosally, International Product Manager at Universal Music Sweden, wrote a tribute to Liam and shared pic & vids via her IG.
(more here)
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tsireyqs · 2 years ago
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reader teaching jake the basic na'vi etiquette but Jake's being a bratty jerk so reader gets fed up and teaches him a lesson by edging him🥰😘
no but smacking the stupid smirk off his face when he purposely mispronouncing something just to annoy you. he'd find it enjoyable seeing your pretty face pinched up in annoyance every time he angles his arrow a certain way to keep it from hitting the target. the aggressive swish of your tail is amusing to him and he’s practically doing everything to push your buttons.
until you snap and he finds himself caught between your legs with his back to your chest. the snarky smirk that played on his lips is long gone, his bottom lip now caught in between his teeth-- biting down just enough to draw blood. limbs tangle together and your arm is hooked under his as your hand works up and down his cock.
your other hand is wrapped around his throat, forcing him to watch as you tease him. his length is heavy in your hand, pre-cum spills out of the slit and it trails onto your skin. you thumb at the head of his cock and pump your hand slowly, slow enough to have him squirming under your hold. begging you to finally let him cum.
his nails dig into your wrist, dragging down to leave marks into your skin and he whines, "please, need it so bad. it hurts, baby, please,"
"what did i fuckin' say about scratching me?" you hiss, sinking your fangs into his shoulder. "stupid man, you never listen.” you squeeze gently at his cock and he cries when you retract your hand.
"you wanna cum, huh?" you say before you guide him to lay on his tummy between your legs. his cheek rests on your thigh and he looks up at you through wet lashes. you bring your thumb to swipe at the tears on his face before you twist his hair in your hand, forcing him closer to your cunt. "then work for it."
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doitforbangchan · 4 months ago
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Hi there!
I had another random curiosity. So we know that Channie is pack leader and Lino is second command, right?
But what if both of them were busy and baby starts getting bratty or defiant? Who would be able to correct her?
As I go back and forth thinking about it I feel like the rest of the pack would give in to her and just let her continue having an attitude until the alpha comes home. Chan is the only one she’s ever truly listened to. And as for Lino… well we all know how that goes 👀
I’m dying to know your thoughts! Ik that theoretically, baby is a very pleasant and obedient omega, but this is all for hypothetics
- 🦙
okokok
this might be over said but i truly live and breathe brat tamer seungmin 🥹 especially minnie from abanb he is DYING to put omega in her place! she just hasn’t been bad with him yet but once she starts talking back or being too snarky.. oooooof
i wanna add in Jeongin too. maybe he’s not at the level yet but once he comes into his ‘alphahood’ a little more he will definitely be an alpha who doesn’t put up with backtalk or brattiness
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tideswept · 6 months ago
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"The Idea of You" Obikin AU! Thoughts? Obi-Wan as the 40yo divorced dad falling into a relationship with a 24yo popstar. Even the age difference lines up perfectly.
hold on I gotta google something rq
ok I'm back, and apparently I need to watch this???
BECAUSE YES.
100 X YES.
anakin clearly needs a daddy, the kid can share
Obi-Wan would be so bemused at the whole thing. And reluctant. The age gap, Jesus Christ, and Anakin's famous. He'd be ruining a kid's career, and his own life, for what? A fling? That's all it can be, right? But if they keep it a secret, it can be--it can be okay.
(It's not, he's fooling himself, he's falling in love, he's thinking about how stressed Anakin looks when he catches an interview on TV and even though he's decided that it's super casual, super hands off, of course he texts him that night, and one thing leads to another, and worse than it going into sexy times, it's cuddling, like cuddling with Obi-Wan is the only way Anakin can get any sleep now a days.)
(Anakin is the one that thinks Obi-Wan is too good for him, his life is too stable, Anakin is chaos and always ruins everything, has to be muzzled by his PR team, by his manager PPT; he's seen like 5 different therapists and nothing ever seems to get better. His life always feels one wrong step away from collapsing, and if he did, he'd take down everyone with him -- Rex and Snips and Padme -- even though they tell him over and over again that it's not like that.)
(Korkie is probably the one that ends up slapping them both upside the head because oh my god there are only so many times he can pretend to not notice Anakin Skywalker slipping out of the house.)
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bonnieisaway · 5 months ago
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Thoughts/interpretations of past seven? (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)
MY FAVORITE SUBJECT WAHOO! !!!!!!!!!
Okay I've said it like a lot in the past but I do not believe past Seven is different from the current Seven. I will DIE on this hill, they are the exact same person. There is no two different versions of Seven.
'past Seven' is often seen through the eyes of very unreliable narrators. It is very difficult to discern what is and isn't true about Seven, because in the past he was so outwardly emotionless that everybody else would project their own ideas onto him, so any assessments of his personality from Captain Jack and Redtooth are not actually factual. Green Phoenix is the most impartial in his retellings of past Seven, so we can only trust when other characters tell us about the EVENTS that happened, not about how they thought Seven felt.
With the preface, Seven is just as sympathetic and caring in the past as he was now. This is factual. We can learn this from three key things:
He refuses to fight outside of missions, and does not draw his blade unless his life is threatened.
He did not kill Ouyang Zang when he killed his master.
He did not kill the man from season 3, who recounts the story of when Seven was chased by all the killers in Xuanwu, and Seven noticed how scared he was and chose to walk past him.
From these we can gather he does not like killing, and he more often than not is spares people he does not need to kill, even if it is in the future, possibly detrimental to him. Both of the second points come back to bite him later in season three - and that is something he would have known could happen. Ouyang Zang is actively grieving when Seven notices him, but he is not a threat to his life, so he does not kill him.
And there's a pattern set of other assassins willing to kill any witnesses or people who do not, in the current moment, cause them any harm. The assassins that killed Thirteen's mother planned to kill them both - not only for the sake of trying to hurt her father, but they were willing to kill an innocent child. Manjusaka also murders three people in a restaurant for shit-talking Redtooth. Most assassins do not care to spare innocent bystanders or people that are bad mouthing them.
So we can reasonably assume that Seven is not like this, and does not like killing people senselessly. He only ever does it to survive. And that might not entirely sound like he's still an empathetic person - which I think it does but I'll be damned if I won't drive my point home - but we KNOW he is because he scarifies everything for the Girl in White.
Somebody who is ruthless, unfeeling, and a cold hearted murderer - as Seven is often painted as by other character - would have never crumbled for the Girl in White, because they never would have had a reason to. There would never be any empathy within them for her to set free. Seven walked into a trap and committed treason to save her life, for no discernable reason. It is the first time he has ever outwardly protected somebody. Seven, in his past state, has to be an empathetic and caring person in his heart, because only an empathetic and caring person would have put everything on the line to save her. The 'ruthless, unfeeling Shadow Killer' he is painted as has no reason to do this, and would never do this, because he understands the harms way he puts himself in doing this.
These previous instances, of him sparing people and only drawing his blade to protect his life or for a mission, are our first hints that he was not the person people believed him to be.
But then you ask, if he was an empathetic person, who never wanted this, then why did he become a Shadow Killer at all? And the simple answer is: He had to be.
Seven is fifteen years old when he joins the Shadow Killers. He has zero affiliations to any clan, family, or school, and the only other person we've ever seen from this part of his life, is an unnamed, unarmed woman who unexpectedly dies. Leaving Seven alone and fighting to survive for most of his life.
We know from Thirteen's backstory that children are not seen very empathetically in Xuanwu, at the very least, her mother's assassins were not afraid to kill her, too. And we've learned in several instances that the wildlife in Xuanwu is dangerous, there is an entire species of serpent people who shapeshift into humans to try and fucking eat you. It's also incredibly hard to make a living in Xuanwu, as we know from Meowcai, and the most lucrative, easy option is becoming an assassin. Seven is a child who is, presumably, living on his own. I think it is more than reasonable to assume that Seven ended up somehow on the path to be an assassin in order to survive, and he never left because there was nowhere else for him to go. So he grew up to learn to ignore his empathy and compassion because it would only get him killed, because it was nothing but a glaring weakness. So he always keeps a straight face, never lets anybody get close, does his job, and always masks his emotions. This bottles up inside of him up until the incident with the Girl in White, and then he cannot ignore it any longer and risks his life to save her, despite only ever being a killer, and never protecting anybody before.
Seven was always an empathetic person, and he grew up in an environment where he never could be. When he washed up on Chicken Island, he was nothing but his bare bone personality. His core personality never changed, just his environment, and his care free environment allowed him to be a more goofy, loving person than he ever could've been in the past. When people say Seven is 'reverting' to his past self in season four- he's not. He is the same person, in the same environment, who cannot afford, or have the time to be fun loving and goofy. That is why he is a doomed Shadow Killer. Not because he wants to be, or because it's in his nature to kill, but because he will always end up in this situation again, and he will have to resort to killing to protect himself once again. And that 'fun loving' part of his personality will never get to show, because he'll never feel safe enough to let it. Past Seven and Seven are the same person, just in different environments. Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk
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tomatette · 8 months ago
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SOBBING at the fact the entire armitage hux fan base is being roused and coming together to vote for him as the hottest star wars man😭 im out of the star wars fandom at this point and have been for a while but the voting came across my dash. hux was ALWAYS my boy i can’t let him down
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i-literally-cant-with-this · 10 months ago
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I need a oral F! Reader receiving hanma mini smut so bad😭❤
Nonnyyyy I just discovered my obsession for this asshole (but in the best way???). I hope you like this. Thanks for dropping by & come back anytime!
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C/W ::: Hanma x F.reader, M->F oral, M->masturbating, language and overuse of italics, google translate because I'm one of those people (if I botched it in ANY way, please tell me and I'll fix it) "Watashi no hana" = my blossom, "hana" = blossom.
WC ::: less than 600
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The slurping sounds Hanma was making between your legs was overly dramatic. Overly dramatic and so deliciously sinful. He wasn't just going down on you. Oh, no. No no no. He was savoring you. He was going above and beyond, devouring every inch of your cunt like if he stopped, you would disappear from his life forever.
He had you on your belly. Face down. Ass straight up in the air. His face planted firmly between your sticky thighs. You made the mistake (kinda?!) of looking back at him and the look in his eyes was nothing short of completely glazed over. He was totally pussy drunk. You had to giggle at how he had the fucked out face. His honey-colored orbs practically crossed in his head.
"Wh- fffuckkk, watashi no hana, you taste ... like ... like fuckin' heaven. He forgot all about you giggling at him and dove back into your slit. Hanma kissed your clit, tending to it so gently you thought you were going to scream.
"God, Hanma." You gasped when he sucked on your clit. "That feels so good."
He hummed against you, the vibrations of his voice only adding to your pleasure. "You expected less from me? Y'know I'm good at eatin' your pussy, hana. Why would I ever deny you the pleasure? Unless you're being a brat. Then you're the one who's gonna choke on my dick, not the other way around. Not - no, you don't have a dick. Never mind. Shut up."
You laughed at him, but he just growled and went back to languidly stroking his tongue on your slit and your clit. "No more talking. Just feel." Hanma pulled back from you, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. He flipped you over so you were on your back.
At some point, he'd pulled his cock out. He stroked it slowly, watching you get comfortable on the bed.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" You asked, pouting.
"Mm. Yes. But first, I want you to cum on my face." Hanma laid down a ways from you, pushing your legs apart. He put his mouth on you again, one arm hooked around your thigh to keep you in place. His other hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off. You were so turned on by the sight of him laying there, face buried in your cunt. He was so desperate for your pleasure that he was getting off on it.
Your orgasm came on quickly. You grabbed a fistful of his black and blond hair, tugging as you felt the waves of pleasure crash over you.
He moaned into your twitching pussy, cumming all over his hand the same time you soaked his face.
"Oh Han, that's ok. It's ok. We can wait a bit." You waved for him to come up and lay with you.
Hanma wiped his face off with his shirt and crawled up the bed, collapsing on top of you. "Sorry?" He said, kissing your neck.
"It's fine. I don't mind waiting." You smiled.
"Wait for what, hana?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"Um, re-refractory ... period?" Saying that, you hoped you didn't embarrass him.
"Refractory period? What the actual fuck is that?" He said, grabbing your arms, pinning them above your head and grinning down at you.
You giggled. "Well, you know, the time it takes to, you know ... get it up again."
"That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard anyone say." You looked down, and it appeared to be the dumbest shit you've ever said
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turtlecleric · 10 months ago
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Not a request more of a horny thought I had involving 07!raph and leo sharing 👀
One of the boys deciding he wants to be a little shit to his brother, which involves fucking the reader, filming it and sending it to him. Like IMAGINE the sexual tension? Leo being the one who wants to OWN you receiving a video of Raph fucking you brainless. Or Raph getting one where Leo's being asshole self in his "ownership" role over you.
It becoming a sexy lil race over who gets you to sing the loudest or cum the hardest 😩
Just me? 👀
Oh nonnie... what an excellent thought... thank you for sharing.
I'm actually in a terrible horrible no good mood, so I'm taking this and twisting it a bit for my own purposes. If anyone takes this exact prompt and runs with it, though, please tag me >:)
cw: angry Raph, choking, rough sex, maybe even dub con tbh considering not everything is understood and agreed upon by both parties involved, idk I can barely think. nsfw obviously
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When Raph climbs through your window, he’s mumbling something about stupid fucking Leo with his stupid fucking… something. You can’t quite make it out. Your only thought is ‘yikes’ before Raph turns his glare on you. 
Huh. That sure does something to you. 
His chest is heaving as he paces, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he clenches and unclenches his fists. Back and forth in front of your window, he paces, and mumbles, and stares at you with a gaze that burns your skin and quickens your pulse.
You should… talk to him. Ask him what’s wrong. Maybe try to pull him onto the couch, get him to relax a bit. See if he’ll let you scratch his shell in that way he likes but will never admit. You don’t take sides when the boys are at each other’s throats - that was a rule you established from the very beginning - but you should at least try to offer some comfort. 
The way he’s looking at you, though. It has you frozen. 
Suddenly he stops. Quiets. Tilts his head. You can’t read the shift in his expression before he’s stalking toward you and grabbing your upper arm. He yanks you off the couch, his grip just shy of bruising, and pulls you toward the bedroom. You stumble behind him, almost tripping over your own feet, but he doesn’t slow.
For the first time, you feel… afraid.
His hand leaves your arm just for him to lift you by the waist and toss you onto the bed like you weigh nothing. You’re still bouncing from the landing when you feel him clawing at your pants, pulling them roughly off of you before doing the same with your underwear. It makes you yelp, makes you instinctively press your legs together once your bottom half is bare. He stills for a moment, peering down at you where he’s still standing by the side of the bed. You can feel your heart thundering in your chest. Your breaths match his now - quick and unsteady. His eyes glance to the side, then back at you, and then he’s pacing again while you watch him with confusion. 
“Raph. Wh-”
“Don’t,” he snarls, still pacing. Still staring. Your mouth snaps shut, watching him with wide eyes. He seems to make a decision and crawls onto the bed and over you, straddling your waist. Your shirt is quickly lifted over your head and tossed to the side, and he pauses for a moment when he sees that you’re already braless. A bit of the rage in his face eases, that dangerous aura that clings to him lessening slightly. You can’t help but notice that you’re shaking a little bit. You wonder if he notices. You wonder if he cares.
Raph’s arms come up behind his head, and you don’t realize he’s untying his mask until it’s already off. It’s a shock when he starts fastening it onto you. Even more of a shock when he twists it so that you can’t see through the eye holes. Then he speaks, and the growl in his voice makes a chill run down your spine.
“You’re mine. Got that?”
This is… new. Usually Leo is the one who likes that kind of thing, not Raph. 
You must hesitate too long, because suddenly there’s a hand around your throat squeezing. It makes you gasp, the wheeze of air in your trachea cutting off into aborted choking sounds as his grip continues to tighten. You nod frantically, and his grip eases enough for you to breathe shakily. The hand moves to snatch both of your wrists and pin them above your head. 
“Say it,” Raph growls. His voice has a dangerous edge to it. An edge that’s never, never been aimed at you before. 
“I’m yours.”
“Don’t move your hands.” His grip on your wrists disappears, and you obey as you feel him lean back. He starts shifting and doing something above you. You can’t tell. You don’t know what he’s doing, but he’s… not even touching you. And with his mask over your eyes, you only have what you hear, what you feel, to go off of.
His center of gravity shifts, and you hear the soft sound of something being placed near your head. You want to ask, but then he’s scooting back until he’s no longer on top of you. His hands pry your legs open, and then he’s holding the underside of your thighs and pressing them back so you’re spread for him. You feel his tongue press flat against your folds and drag up and over your clit. It pulls a surprised gasp out of you, and he retracts his tongue long enough to talk.
“Let me hear it, doll. I want to hear all your sounds, nice and loud, okay? What do you say?”
“Yes, Raphael.” 
It’s odd. Odd to not be saying Leo’s name when you answer that. But what the boys want during one-on-one time is their business, and the churr that you hear makes your chest swell despite the uneasiness that lingers. You don’t really have time to dwell on it, anyway, since he’s diving back in like he’s starving. Like it’s his last meal. Usually he takes it slower than this, but tonight it seems like he’s determined to make you reach your peak as fast as he possibly can. Steady swirls of his tongue around your clit. That addictive friction, followed by his fingers prodding at your entrance. Pushing, massaging, stretching you open for him until you’re squirming. You make a sound of distress when he pulls his mouth and fingers away, and he laughs. 
His voice is husky when he speaks again. Not quite the same danger there, but just as dark. “You want my cock inside of you, sweetheart?”
Something about the way that he says it makes your breath hitch, and you hear him chuckle again. Still, he hasn’t moved, so you swallow thickly and give him what he apparently wants from you tonight. “Yes, Raphael. Please.”
“Please what?” 
You’re already sweating, flushed from him working you open, but the smirk in his voice makes you blush fiercely. “Please- please put your cock in me, Raphael.”
“Atta girl,” he says, moving immediately to line himself up and push into you. Raph’s hands curl around your hips. He rubs his thumbs back and forth across your skin, then presses them into the muscle at the top of where your thighs start. With a deliberate, slow thrust, he pushes in. You try to focus on breathing, but the feeling of him spearing you open is something you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. It makes your head tip back so your throat is bared, makes you arch your spine as a sound you can’t begin to describe comes out of you. 
God. Fuck. 
You start to move your arms down to hold onto him before you remember his order to keep your wrists in place.
“Being such a good slut for me,” he rumbles, starting to move. “You like being good for me? A pretty little slut, just for me?”
There’s something in his tone that you can’t pick up on, but it’s hard to think past the sparks he’s igniting inside of you. Still, you know what you’re supposed to do. You’ve been trained well enough to not have to think too much about it. “Ye- ah! Yes, Rah - Raphael.”
There’s only him. His smell, all around you. His hands, starting to roam over your stomach, your chest, your sides, painting lines of goosebumps across your skin as he pants. His cock making you feel so, so full as he moves inside of you. It’s embarrassing - the sounds he’s pulling out of you tonight. High-pitched whines and broken moans that sound a little bit like you’re in pain, a little bit like you’re crying, but you can’t focus on that. You can only focus on him. 
“You’re gonna come for me, baby. Just for me.”
His speed and force is picking up by the second. He’s so much rougher than usual, and you can’t help the whimpers and gasps that slip out of you with each thrust. Shivers start to roll through you, and you can feel it building. Closer, closer, closer still as he pistons in and out of you. The friction is driving you crazy, and you can’t help but move your hips with him, chasing that release. When it finally comes, the noise that comes out of you is a long, broken thing that you can’t ever remember making before. 
There’s nothing but him, him, him. Making you float above your body as you ride that high. Through the haze in your mind, you feel him shifting above you even as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. You still haven’t fully come down yet when Raph’s hand fists in your hair. The bottom of his plastron vibrates against your stomach when he growls out his next words.
“Who made you come, baby? Who do you belong to?”
Your breath stutters in your lungs when you inhale. God, you still can’t think. You feel like you might actually still be coming, but he wants you to answer. You need to answer. Fuck, what are you… fuck. 
When you do manage to get control of your mouth enough to respond, you vaguely think this might be the most wrecked your voice has ever sounded.
Across the city, Leo’s hand cracks his phone in half when he hears you say, “You, Raphael.”
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savannahsdeath · 1 year ago
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hi i love your writing SO MUCH and idk if i requested this already but… do you think we can get a brothers best friend ellie?? readers brother DOES NOT want them together but they end up fucking when he’s asleep/not home. or reader goes to ellies house and eats her out while shes on call with reader’s brother?? either one is fine i would just love to see you write it
i think you requested that but i made it likee the brother didnt care so heres a second one🤭ill post the first one too tho!!
BBF!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER
mdni please<3
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warnings: 18+!! smut, almost getting caught
writers note: im sorry its so short whateva💔
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You couldn't decide whether you like it or not.
Well, of course you did. Ellie never failed to make you feel good, her strap hitting all the right places while her hands caressed your thighs. She was rough, but not too rough. Degrading, but also praising. Basically, she was all you could ever ask for and more. What was there to hate?
But at some point, there was this little voice in your head telling you you're pathetic. Pathetic for liking this, agreeing to this and... just admiring her overall.
Because, jesus, 'she's my brother's friend. Best friend. What am I going to tell him?'
You, as the little sister, always let him insult you. Your opinion didn't matter, you gave up on trying to be important long time ago. You didn't hate him, he wasn't that bad. It was just sibling love language. He just couldn't be nice. If he knew about you and Ellie...
You were good at hiding it, though. When you first met her, you didn't believe she's really friends with your brother. Not to be mean, but you didn't thought he'll get along with someone who seems so... perfect.
'She probably has a shitty personality.'
That's how you explained their friendship. And you were terribly wrong.
After she visited your house once, she kept coming almost every day. At this point, you got used to that.
Oh, well, not exactly... There was some awkward situations, like when you exited the bathroom in only a towel wrapped around your bare skin and you saw her leaning against the handrail in the hallway. She only ruffled your hair and laughed at your embarrassment, seeing you blush and holding onto the fabric like your life depended on it. Maybe it did, actually?
It wasn't long after that before you began to wonder -'She can't be friends with my brother... can she?'- You started to notice more things - her kindness towards you, a tender touch here and there, and the way she looked at you made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So what if she was his best friend? Would he really mind?
But what if he did? What if he found out?
Suddenly that little voice in your head was screaming louder than ever, and that feeling of shame and guilt crept up on you again.
But no matter how much of the guilt you felt, and despite the small voice in your head telling you you're pathetic, it felt right. You felt accepted. Accepted by someone who was perfect in every way. The thought of telling your brother filled you with dread, but it seemed so far away. You could figure out that little problem later, right? Just for now, you could feel a rush of emotions - mostly guilt, but also a rush of lust that made you want more.
More and more.
And she gave you more.
A quiet -'fuck'- escaped her lips as she saw your cunt throbbing against her strap. Her hands continued firmly holding you down as you didn't even bother to stay quiet. You felt so good... and so ashamed... You wanted it to stop but at the same time, you knew you'd beg for more if she would even simply slow down.
It was really your own fault.
This was the first time in ages you were left home alone, so you immediately invited Ellie over. First time you won't have to bury your face in the pillows. First time she won't have to shush you. First time you could actually do everything.
You were fighting your own thoughts, not knowing which one are the bad ones. You had no idea if you're doing the right thing. And you most definitely weren't but you were too fucked up to realize that.
Ellie chuckled, hearing your not-muffled this time sounds. "Were you always this loud? Jesus, how did we manage to keep this a secret for so long?"
The truth is, she wasn't silent herself. Fine, she wasn't a whining mess, unlike you, but still - the little 'fuck's and praises escaping her mouth weren't too quiet.
You continued squirming and whimpering about how big she is and how much it hurts, hoping it'll magically change, though you didn't really wanted it to. Or maybe you did? You weren't sure. Your mind continued the fight wether it's good or pathetic, none of the sides prevailing.
She clicked her tongue in disappointment, but her smirk told you how proud she really is. "I know, I know, so stop moving so fucking much." She said.
Her raspy, tired voice was enough to make you squirm again. You weren't used to hear it in these circumstances before, since it's obviously the first time she could speak loudly and clearly, without worrying about your brother.
"I said something, doll." Her grip on your hips hardened, almost aggressively pinning you to bed.
You heard the ring hanging near the door, meaning someone opened them. Just by footsteps you could tell it was your brother.
"Should I stop?" She asked with mock-concern and interest. You realized your answer won't change anything - maybe just the intensity of her moves, so you didn't waste your energy answering. That was a sign of your obedience and helplessness Ellie waited for. "Good girl."
She rolled you on your stomach and tangled her fingers in your hair, pressing your head into the pillow. She shoved it down with every thrust - every hit of your climax - to stop you from moaning. And of course it didn't work completely, but they faded enough to be inaudible outside the room.
She was intentionally going faster and faster. She loved playing with you, feeling the thrill of it, even though you didn't find it so amusing. You digged your nails into the tattoo on her forearm, hoping to slow her down.
"Ya know what will happen if he hears?" She didn't seem to care that your fingers were literally drawing blood from her body. "You'll handle it. Unless you want him to find out?" She whispered.
You immediately shook your head, pursing your lips and squeezing your eyes shut.
Then, your moment of focus broke as you heard knocking, on the door to your room this time.
"I'm back!" Your brother announced.
You asked him to tell you whenever he goes out or cames back, mostly so you knew if Ellie's free, since he only goes out with her. Today was the first time he went outside on his own and the poor guy had no idea she found a reason to visit your house anyway, just like he had no idea she did so even when he was home, in his room, right above yours.
The lack of response surprised him, so he knocked once more before shouting confused -'You there?'
Ellie looked down at you, daring you to answer, mouthing silent 'go on' in the most taunting voice she could.
"Yes! That's good!" Your voice was shaky and you knew he will notice.
He wasn't really caring, just curious, so he had to know everything. His first sentence sounded cute, like he really cared, but you figured out he's making fun of you as soon as you heard the other questions. "Are you crying? What, you weren't invited to some lame party? Or a boy you know for a week broke up with you?"
And what were you supposed to say? -'No, your best friend is fucking me for... probably more than an hour now, and her dick is probably bigger than yours, so I can't control my tears'
"Yeah, something lik- Oh, fuck off!" You screamed back, succeeding to pretend you're really hurt because of one of the pathetic things he accused you for.
He laughed. "Mhm- Whatever!"
The footsteps climbed up stairs and got silent. Ellie bit her bottom lip, holding back a chuckle.
"Does he really think of you so low?" Her hips slowed down again, but became more precise. "You did good, don't worry. It'll be over soon."
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stagefoureddiediaz · 30 days ago
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The also think Eddie is gonna be a priest. Eddie anti superstitions Diaz Eddie has a teenager Diaz Eddie very lapsed catholic Diaz
Hey Nonnie
Really?!!!! Omg this is truly hilarious!
Eddie diaz who couldn’t get it up when his girlfriend moved in and he found out she was a novice nun so he moved her back out Eddie diaz?? Eddie diaz who took a baseball bat to his room when his ptsd kicked in when he found out his army friends were all dead Eddie diaz?
What show are they watching because it’s clearly not 911 on abc - it must be 119 on cba 😂😂😂
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haeryna · 10 months ago
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i feel like reader (especially after being called princess and the two working together to tear down her walls) would be in a dilemma— like a few things came out of them abandoning her but one being just this indescribable feeling of rage and hurt
so upon being in their hold and touch and suguru endearingly calling for her to hear them out, part of her wants to fold SO bad but the other part of her wants to stay unreasonable and not hear them out because it’s just so much easier to be angry at them and paint them as the villains in her life, if she does accept their apology she knows that feeling won’t go away— she’d have to come to terms with how bitter of a person she really was (i mean rightfully so, they did screw her over)
also bless u and ur writing— i don’t see many poly! satosugu x reader stories with a plot that has me biting my finger in absolute investment LMAO love uuuuuu 🫶🏾✨
ANON THANK YOU you perfectly summed it up !! i wanted to write a story where there was a difficult decision that had to be made, with several catalysts involving how everything went down. (splitting this so that it doesn't invade people's feeds with a wall of text LOL)
satoru's "coming out" to his parents: mine were so homophobic that i didn't come to terms with my own sexuality for a long, long time, so i empathized with the sheer panic and trauma that gave him. you don't make rational decisions when your parents are beating the shit out of you, and you also don't make rational decisions when you're 16 years old.
suguru choosing to leave reader behind: they could only withdraw so much money with the limits satoru's parents had placed on his bank account. they had to have enough to eat, to rent an apartment, to actually get away. they had to choose a place far enough so that satoru's parents wouldn't follow, which brings me to
retaliation: there's a unique kind of fear, when you're unsure if someone is hunting you down. there's a kind of terror in realizing they can track you. it's why they got rid of their phones, and immediately upon signing to the same company, received heavily protected ones. only people who had their number could reach them, or even respond.
"they could have said something:" again, they were panicked, satoru had just been beaten by his literal parents, and they were trying to flee as fast as possible. in the moment, they could not have and would not have been able to do that. as alluded to before, they did not live a comfortable life in asia. the beginning was rough as they scraped by. it wasn't until satoru began auditioning that things started looking up for them, and if you're into the kpop scene, you know how brutal training is. suguru ultimately spent all his time caring for satoru and working on the side until he also made it big.
"and what about after?:" honestly sometimes, when you know you fuck up, but you feel like you can't do anything about it anymore? that was them. and you can be upset with it all you want, but it had gotten to the point where they genuinely thought you would never be a part of their lives again. yet the chasm in their chest grew larger and larger, until they realized they couldn't continue on unless they know they at least tried.
that's not to say reader isn't in a predicament as well, like you mentioned nonnie. leaving hurts, and abandonment is worse, so it would be far easier to paint them as the bad guys. it doesn't matter what their intentions were. to reader, they left her alone, and now they're suddenly back for unknown reasons? reader is also not the most stable of mind right now (real); she's working two jobs on top of taking care of her sick parents. for the past five years, she's had to be the one taking care of herself. now satosugu need to prove that they WANT to be the ones taking care of her. i've been in this situation before, as the left party (who eventually ended up forgiving the leaver), so i hope that will help to incorporate realism into the situation.
and i'm glad you like the plot/understood the nuance of the situation! i'm grateful to you and your ask anon, thank you for allowing me to go in depth into the situation <33 i love you too!
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awesomefringey · 7 months ago
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https://x.com/irimlouis/status/1783934523614630383?s=46
LMAO 🤣
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