#I COULDNT EVEN PREPARE FOR IT I THOUGH THEY WOULD BOTH MAKE IT OUT

[dragonartist56]

As someone who has been near deathly afraid of tornados since I was little

I am never watching the new Twisters movie

[arolesbianism]

You see oni is great because it's full of the lamest nonbinary people you've ever met except they're also all just some guy except they're also all massive freaks and also there's more of these freaks that are binary gendered it's just lame freaks all the way down

[minhosbitterriver]

hi green, how are you doing ?? i hope everything’s alright<33

i hope you dont mind but i wanted to request something again >< i was wondering if you could write a smut with chan, but focus more on the aftercare ??

lets say he had a stressful week and during sex he decided to reselase his anger and stress on the reader, but they had a hard week themselves and just couldnt take it, so they decided to use their safeword and channie would be all like oh ?? and maybe the reader would even cry a little and be apologetic, because “i’m so sorry, i know you had a hard time, i just can’t do it today” saying that while clinging to him and seeking comfort >:((

and then chan would focus on making them feel safe, he would clean the up and reassure them that if completely fine and he's proud of them and just the whole aftercare part ><

if its too much then its completely fine !! please dont feel pressured to write it if its not your cup of tea<33

anyway, please take care !!😽

use of the safe word.

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pairing: chan x female reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, rough and overwhelming sex, crying, bloody lip, aftercare, not proofread

rating: 18+

summary: chan had always been the sweetest human ever, but after you’d both had a rough week, you both find out that you had different ways of decompressing.

His fingers found their way to your throat while he groaned in your ear, squeezing in a way you usually adored as Chan thrusted in and out of you at a brutal pace. He was completely lost in his own world, moaning about how tight you felt around him and how he’d been thinking about having you like this all day after the stress he’s had to deal with over the course of several days. It was difficult to breathe for you, though, all of your senses seemingly going haywire as you attempted to ground yourself by gripping the sheets below you and trying to focus on his babbles of pleasure. However, instead of enjoying this moment with your lover like you normally would, your mind was a storm of frustration and stress that only increased with Chan’s speed.

It was too much for you — everything about this was overwhelming, including the guilt that followed your distressed thoughts. Chan had arrived home and immediately pulled you in for a rough kiss, and you had followed along because you were well aware of how rough it’s been for him recently and you figured you’d let him release it all on you before talking. Although nothing could’ve prepared you for the complete disconnect that plagued you — you didn’t feel seen or loved, he barely managed to remember some of the things he knew you liked while he chased his own orgasm. It wasn’t to say that he was doing it purposely, you knew that Chan loved you to insanity because this was strange for him.

Unwanted tears rolled down your cheeks, and you bit your lip harshly so as to not let him know of your state since his face was buried into the nape of your neck. His breath felt hot on your skin, and sharp pangs of pain shot up your body with each time Chan bottomed out. Your eyes were squeezed shut so as to prevent any more tears from spilling, and a whimper escaped your lips as your teeth broke skin.

Too much. Too much. I don’t like this!

Chan’s movements became slightly more erratic, which signifies that he was close to achieving his orgasm. But the room was spinning and you didn’t think you could take this roughness any longer.

“Channie, stop, stop, red light!”

All movements halted, dizzying you slightly. Chan pulled back immediately as his grip on your throat loosened and his eyes scanned your face with concern. The sobs were pushing their way out of you and the tears rolled down your cheeks freely and stained the pillow below your head. “I’m so sorry, Channie!”

“Oh— Wait, no, no don’t apologize,” Chan quickly responded, slowly pulling out of you so as to not overwhelm you further. His brows were furrowed, catching sight of your bloody bottom lip and your anguished expression. “What happened baby? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you continued to cry, your entire body shaking violently as you reached for your boyfriend. “I know you’ve been having a hard time, I just can’t take it today.”

He wrapped his muscled arms around your trembling body, kissing the top of your head as the beat of his heart seemed to ground you despite how erratic it was, bringing you back to reality. It was clear that he was still confused, and you were grateful that he wasn’t pushing for an explanation right away. Instead he shifted slightly so that he could place his calloused hand on your chest, applying a bit of pressure while inhaling and exhaling deeply. You followed his breathing pattern, slowly noticing that he’d pulled you into his lap at some point, cradling your body as though it was made of porcelain.

When your cries had slowed to a near stop, he moved his gaze onto your face — guilty eyes searching for any remaining distress. His thumb caressed your cheeks, drying your tears in the process as he attempted a soft smile.

“Baby?”

A shaky breath made its way past your lips, eyes glued to the crumpled sheets while you twiddle your thumbs in your lap. “I’m sorry.”

“No, angel, don’t apologize.” Chan spoke softly, yet his tone was stern. “Please don’t apologize, I’m proud of you for stopping me, okay?”

You could only nod meekly.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Nothing was said, but the shame arose in the form of choked sobs and Chan pulled you back onto his chest while rocking from side to side. His fingers carded through your hair gently as he hummed a nearly inaudible tune to calm you. This time, you were able to pull yourself quicker.

“I’m going to get you some water, okay?” He didn’t wait for a response before he was lifting you up slightly and laying you on his side of your shared bed. The sound of his speedy footsteps that made their way to the kitchen were the only thing heard aside from your own ragged breathing.

You sat up when he returned with a cold glass of water in one hand and what looked like a warm, wet towel in the other. He handed you the water first, watching you intently as you hissed a bit as soon as your cut lip made contact with the coldness of your drink. You downed your drink in one go, your throat screeching in relief from how dry it had been until a moment ago.

“I’m going to clean you up a little bit, and then you should pee.”

His rough hands touched your shoulder lightly, nudging you so that you would lay back and spread your lips. The jolt that occurred as soon as you felt the warmth of the towel touch your core had your ears turning red in shame, you knew he wouldn’t purposely hurt you so there was no reason to act like this. You didn’t miss the hurt that flashed across his face.

As you peed, Chan was quietly filling up the bathtub and adding a lavender scented bath bomb to soothe your anxiety. You watched him work from the toilet in silence, lips set into a deep frown.

“It’s done baby,” Chan announced, turning to face you with a benign smile. “We should take care of your lip first though.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “I haven’t done anything but add to your stress, and it shouldn’t have been like this. I could’ve lasted until you–”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Y/N.” Chan sounded so grave you couldn’t help but inhale sharply, eyes widening slightly. “Please don’t ever do that, we have a safe word for a reason. Always, always use it whenever you’re not having a good time. There’s really no hard feelings for me, what’s important for me is that you’re okay and that I don’t end up hurting you.”

You sniffed, bracing yourself as he neared you with a small cloth that had been dipped in antiseptics that made you hiss at the burn as soon as he dabbed it to your wound. He gently blew on your lip as an effort to lessen the pain.

“You’re so sweet to me.”

Chan pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering for a moment as if to make you feel his love through the simple action – and you did. A small smile made its way onto your face at last as his hands guided you to the bathtub, helping you get in before he knelt beside you.

The warmth of the deliciously scented water instantly relaxed your sore muscles, you sighed in relief. The light swishing sound of the water following your movements seemed to add to your newfound serenity, your eyes falling closed for only a second before the sense of something being missing began gnawing at your mind. You turned to find Chan sitting on the bathroom floor, eyes sparkling as he watched you while resting his chin on the edge of the bathtub. The corners of your mouth quirked up slightly at the sight, heart soaring.

“Join me.”

He shook his head, returning your smile.

“Channie,” you pouted. “You don’t have to feel guilty about what happened, I promised.”

He shook his head again, his smile remaining as he blinked rapidly as if to keep unshed tears at bay.

“Baby, please don’t feel guilty…you didn’t know.”

“No,” his voice cracked a bit. “I should’ve known, you bit your lip so hard you started bleeding. You were crying, you weren’t even able to tell me what happened. I should’ve noticed.”

Your hand touched the side of his face, droplets of water rolling down his smooth skin. “I should have told you I wasn’t okay as soon as I realized, baby. But we can still relax together, please, join me.”

Chan seemed hesitant for a few beats before sighing. He was already naked, so all he needed to do was take his place behind you. It was a tight fit, but you liked this kind of closeness as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around your torso and he rested his chin on your shoulder. Neither of you speak for a bit, basking in the tranquility of it all.

“I’m sorry.”

Not a word needed to be said, so you lifted his hand and kissed it once, twice, three times until he chuckled lightly. He pressed his own lips on your shoulder, and you felt a few tears grace the skin near his lips, so you reached up to his hair and scratched his head as a form of comfort.

“I knew that you were frustrated, stressed and all of that when you brought me to our room and I really thought I would be fine,” you finally explained, Chan had yet to remove his lips from you as he listened. “But I guess I didn’t take into consideration the shitty week I’ve been having too and it was just– a lot of it was just the new boss that arrived last Monday micromanaging every single breath I took, my workload was humongous compared to what I used to have before. He was so condescending, too, just doubting everything I said and asking my male coworkers to double check all the information I provided. I didn’t have a good time. And then we were having sex, and we barely exchanged a few words to each other before that, and it was just very overwhelming. I should’ve said something, so part of it was on me. I will make sure to be better next time, be more vocal about my needs and such.”

Chan lifted his head from your shoulder, cupping his hands to spill some of it onto your hair, massaging your scalp. “I’m sorry your new boss has been such an uptight dick all week…and I’m sorry I was so rough with you– especially without at least talking with you for a bit before, I’ll be sure to check in on you more often when we make love, especially if negative emotions are affecting either of us.”

“I really appreciate you, Channie.” You take his hands in yours, massaging them lightly and playing with his pretty fingers absentmindedly. “What about you, baby, what had you so worked up when you got here?”

Chan’s voice was soothing as he talked, the vibrations of his voice could be felt on his chest and it served as some kind of comforting sensation as you pressed yourself even more to him and closed your eyes.

word count: 1.9k 🛁 posted: 12 • 17 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

Thank you so much for this request, Merin. This was such an unexpectedly healing experience for me, and I thank you for it. You’ve only made two requests, but I can tell you that I’ve grown to love when you do since you always ask for such touching topics that aren’t mentioned or discussed enough. So please, request however many times as you’d like!

I hope you’re doing well, and I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

( 🏷️ ) taglist: @grandpafelixx , @agi-ppangx

[goldsainz]

HIS LUCKY CHARM — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

summary: lando is disappointed you can’t make it to his home race, only to be surprised at the end.

request: “Hi! Could you write something about Lando and reader when she surprise him on race day. Lando is sad when she told can't do this on his home race bc something important with her work but after all she appears on Sunday on track. He is more than happy with that and archive good resolut be she is his lucky charm”

warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst, a probably not accurate depiction of the garage

NOTE: WHAT A RACE!! loved the lando+lewis podium, also oscar was great 🫶 anyway, to celebrate have this little thing, thank you sm for requesting bc this inspired me a lot (you kinda manifested the good result???) i added a shameless cameo in there, i just couldnt help myself! (the ending is rushed, ignore it😁)

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“I’m so sorry, Lando.” Is what you say to your boyfriend when you have to break the bad news to him.

“It’s okay.” His face breaks into a broken smile, with glossy eyes he holds your hands and brushes his thumbs up and down your palms.

“I’ll still tune in.” 

“I know.”

“I’ll be rooting for you.” 

“I know.”

You take your hands from his hold, and place them around his neck. You watch as his right posture lightly relaxes at your touch. 

“I don’t wanna miss it. You know I don’t.” 

You wish your job wasn’t as demanding as it was, that it didn’t make you fly to another country in the middle of your boyfriend’s home Grand Prix. But it does. And you’re not sure how to handle the emotional stress it inflicts on you both, and you sure hope it doesn’t affect him in a way that will mess up his race.

“And if I could make it, I would.” 

“It’s alright. It’s your job, I know it’s not your fault.” Even though Lando’s words seem reassuring, and he means them with his whole heart; you still feel guilty. 

With that, he stands up and makes his way to the kitchen of your shared apartment. You watch him leave, and with a heavy heart start to pack whatever stuff you need for your trip. It destroys you to see him sad so close to his home race, a time where he should be joyous, only worried about the car and nothing more. 

You’re not sure how you’re going to make it up to him, but you will.

Somehow.

You were being a little secretive, and you were sure Lando definitely noticed. 

Your boss and you had managed to come to an arrangement which allowed you to be present for the race. It would all be very tight in timing, but nothing that couldn’t be accomplished. It involved a lot of overworking the days before, but it was very much worth it.

You could already imagine the face Lando would make when he finally saw you. Whether he got a good result or not, there was no doubt you wanted to be there with him. 

It took a lot of care for you to arrive at the paddock almost incognito, with fans already speculating why you weren't at his home race. Thankfully no break-up rumours had surfaced, but there were a couple hurtful ones that made you want to be present even more. 

But you knew that no matter how much Lando acted like he was oblivious to what happened around him, his silly act was simply that; an act. You didn't like keeping secrets from him, it felt wrong to have to blatantly lie to him whilst everyone around him knew something he didn't. Still, it would all work out in the end.

Lando’s family had been so happy to see you in the paddock. His grandma (who adored you) hugged you as tightly as she could, quickly bidding you goodbye when you told her you had to go to the garage quickly to get prepared for the race. 

There was no doubt that the tingly feeling of nerves creeped up on you the moment you spotted all the engineers and people moving around, getting everything that needed to be set up wrapped up so the race could go smoothly. Zak was already at the pit wall, and Lando was sitting in his car ready for the formation lap to begin. 

At the garage you spotted Florence Pugh, who had a McLaren headset on. You had seen her on the paddock, but wasn't aware of the fact that she had come to the race invited by McLaren. You tried not to freak out, you saw celebrities almost everywhere when you came to races or went out with Lando. Still, the actress had a special place in your heart.

It took a little of hyping yourself up, and confidence to walk up to her, but you did. You would be sharing the garage for an hour and a half, the least you could do is socialise a little. 

“Hi! I’m Y/N.” You said to Florence watching her turn around with a smile on her face.

“Hello!” She says, greeting you like you were an old friend. “I’m Florence”

“You’re a McLaren fan?” 

“Honestly, I’m more of a Lewis fan.” She said with a laugh, keeping ehr voice just loud enough so you could hear her.

“I get that. I mean, who isn’t?” 

The conversation flowed for a little more until the race was about to start. You excused yourself and moved to an area closer to the screen, where you could watch Lando close-up. You loved being in the garage because of the different screens and the attention to their drivers, that allowed you to experience the race in different ways.

Your headset was adjusted and you were awaiting the moment where David Croft would say it’s lights out. Your knee was slightly bouncing, but you tried your best to contain the nerves. 

“It lights out and away we go!” Exclaims David Croft, his voice echoing through the garage.

You watch as Lando has a great start, and it takes about a second for him to take the lead. You hear the roar of the crowd before you can even react.

“Yes! Go Lando!” You scream, your voice doesn't make anyone flinch because everyone around you has the same reaction. It is a sight to behold, a moment you are more than grateful to see live. 

“I can’t believe it.” Someone next to you says, and you can't help but smile. 

It is no secret how badly the season started for McLaaren. You watched Lando’s smile waver more than once, his faith in the team never wavering, but still. He was rightfully let down by the performance of the adr,a dn you had to reassure him multiple times that it wasn't his fault. Because he was doing the best that he could with what he had. 

So now, seeing him get to this moment, is absolutely deserved.

A couple of laps go by and Max takes the lead for your boyfriend. There is disappointment in the atmosphere, but everyone knows that P2 is a miracle and that Lando is doing absolutely great work out there. They all know how great it would be to have him finish in that position, especially since Oscar is P3. 

Getting a podium in Silverstone would mean the world to Lando, Which is why you're worried about what will happen when they pit. Whatever strategy they choose will determine if Lando gets podium or not, and you will not pretend to really know what happens or how they come up with strategies, but you hope that they dont mess up his race because of wrong timing or choose the wrong tyres. 

As you watch his car race, you suddenly see on the screen that one of the Haas cars has come to a halt. A safety car is deployed, which means a couple of cars will choose to change tyres. The whole garage groans when Lewis’s car comes out in front of Oscar’s after he pits, now challenging Lando’s position.

It’s like you can’t breathe between those laps that Lando and Lewis battle for P2. Everyone is at the edge of their seats watching them race against the other, and you hope that this doesn't end up running both their races. The last thing anyone wants is for them to crash, because going from that position to a DNF would result in disappointment for everyone involved.

“Come on, Lando! Come on!” You scream, your palms intertwined in front of you as you watch him fight for his position. 

Thankfully, Lando manages to maintain his standing and leaves Lewis behind him for good. The hard compound tyres he was pitted for are giving him a tough time, you know that it is not ideal. Not when he could've lost his position, but with just 10 laps to go your faith in him is over the roof. 

You’re on twitter, refreshing your timeline to see if there is anything you missed. The fans are so enthusiastic, their comments make you smile. Even if there are people out there who don't like Lando, there are even more who love him and want nothing but the best for him. 

You watch as Florence is escorted out of the garage since she will be waving the flag. You watch her face light up in excitement, and in all her excitement she still waves at you. You don't waste a second in waving right back at her, turning your head right after to the screens.

The moment Lando crosses the finish line the McLaren garage erupts in cheers. You hug whoever is next to you, a teary smile pulling at your lips. You cannot help the tears that fall down your face, you usually don't get that emotional during a race, but this is his home race and he is on the podium. If there is any time to cry, this is it. 

You are almost running to the barriers, waiting for the moment that Lando steps out of his car and goes to celebrate with the team. You are wearing his merch, something that will surely stand out to him, enough that in his podium haze he will spot you. 

He goes up to the team, his helmet now long gone, and that is when he sees you.

You who told him you couldn't make it, are suddenly there. 

In a flash he moves in front of you. You cannot tell him anything because in an instant he is grabbing you, squeezing you so tight he lifts you up from the ground in excitement, you giggle right in his ear and he is sure that that is the most beautiful sound he will ever hear. He is careful not to take the barrier with him, not wanting a warning from the stewards.

After a couple seconds you pull back slightly enough to see his face. Your hands waste no time in grabbing his face and placing his lips right over  yours. Lando reacts almost immediately, melting right into the kiss, the adrenaline from the race still pumping through his veins. You can hear some cameras click, and the cheer from some people, but you ignore it.

You have to pull back eventually, not because you want to, but because there is so much to say and not enough time, not to forget the fact that he has yet to go to the podium.

“I cannot believe you’re here.” He whispers right over your lips, his sticky forehead pressed against yours.

“I couldn’t miss this.” You say, watching as his lips pull into a grin.

“I was pretty cool out there, wasn't I?” You snort at his words, separating from him but his hands never leave your waist.

“Oscar was really cool.” His grip on your waist tightens, “I haven’t properly congratulated him yet, actually.”

Someone from the team says something to him, you're sure they're telling him to wrap your conversation up because he has to go up to the podium. 

“You were great out there.” You tell him, your eyes holding all the sincerity in the world. You watch his gaze soften at your words, and he places a quick peck as he finally lets you out of his hold.

“Of course I was,” You shake your head at his smugness, “My lucky charm was here.”

You cannot help the tears that well up in your eyes at the softness of his words. You know that the celebrations and compliments are not over, but for now they are. You step back a little from the barrier, seeing as he is rushed to the podium and joins his fellow drivers on the steps. 

You smile up at him, watching as he grabs the champagne. He moves it around a little and then hits it against the ground, effectively bringing back the iconic champagne spike he does whenever he is on the podium. 

Lando sprays it everywhere, and you're almost sure a little hits you. Your theory is confirmed when he is smiling widely at you, like a kid caught doing something he should but isn't the least bit sorry. You laugh at his antics, which in turn makes him smile even wider (which you're not sure how it's even possible). 

When the champagne runs out, his gaze catches yours once more. You mouth an “I love you” to him, watching from afar as he blushes. A second after he returns the sentiment, mouthing it back and blowing you a kiss.

You thank your boss in your head for letting you be here with him, because if you hadn't been here with him you would've sure felt horrible for it. 

After all, Lando needs his lucky charm with him and you're more than happy to oblige to his wishes.

[vxlentinescookies]

Ohmygosh I loved your story for Longan Dragon! It really made me smile reading it 💖

Can I request a secluded fem!reader with Pitaya Dragon Cookie?

Reader is the daughter of Hollyberry Cookie, twin to Royal Berry Cookie. Maybe have her be the archivist for her kingdom?

You know how Hollyberry was away for a few years and left the kingdom to her son and his wife? And eventually Pitaya ended up spending time at the kingdom during her absence?

Perhaps this was the time when they meet the archivist. They constantly seek her out each time they go to the castle 🤭

→ ❛The Archivist❜

→ Pairing ; Pitaya Dragon Cookie x Reader → Quote ; ❛❛From then on, you’d become the bride of the Dragon.❜❜ → Genre ; Headcanon → A/N ; Sorry it took so long haha, but Im happy to know you liked the Longan x reader!! Hope you enjoy this one too!!

Royalhood was not your thing, instead, you sought a life hidden within books and tales of the kingdom you lived in. As the daughter of Hollyberry Cookie, you were held in high regard by many of your peers, including your brother, but you couldnt care less, being more comfortable inside the various halls of the archive inside of the castle walls. However, the very few times you did leave the castle halls, there would be people speaking about you everywhere, about who you were, what you did, and why you were rarely seen outside the castle. In between these curious people was none other than Pitaya Dragon Cookie, stumbling around the kingdom in a human disguise, they were drawn to you, called upon you, and soon enough, they'd form an unlikely friendship with you.

It all started with a trip and the dropping of the books you were carrying. While people around you gossipped, Pitaya helped you pick them up begrudgingly. They wanted to fit in for now, so, they'd do what most cookies did.

They introduced themselves as Pitaya Cookie, a traveler from far lands, and in your ingenuity you accepted that explanation, though closer observation would lead to realizing that there was much, much more than what meets the eye.

Curiosity would get the best of Pitaya, and eventually they'd be the one seeking to see you every time, it all starts with coincidental meetings in the city as Pitaya walks around and just so happens to stumble upon you, to Pitaya making those meetings happen.

They'd start being more bold, going to the castle to ask for you, and thats when it happens, when they realize who you are in truth.

“Why didnt you tell me you were Hollyberry’s daughter?”

They'd ask once, barging into the archives of the castle as you simply yelped and turned around to see them, surprised at the sudden intrusion. You’d lift an eyebrow and tell them that it was none of their business, and that it wasnt that important to be mentioned, you didnt like being in the spotlight, and that you knew something that they kept secret to the overall public: Their status as a dragon amongst cookies. This put Pitaya at a standstill, especially as feelings began to grow between them… and you.

They'd need to come to terms with the fact that you were Hollyberry’s daughter, and that you knew their identity since long before they even had the chance to tell you in their own terms… And of course they also needed to come to terms with the pesky feelings they felt for you.

It’d take them some time, so please be patient with them, as they prepare to court you. As a dragon, they're greedy, so them coming to visit you becomes more and more prominent, and their affections pass from platonic to slowly more romantic, to always having a hand on you.

They'd confess once, deep within the archives in the night where you wouldnt be found easily. They had been caught by the guards trying to sneak into the castle, so they took the run to try and not blow their cover as a dragon disguised as a cookie. 

From then on, you’d become the bride of the Dragon, while not known to the public, the both of you would be aware of this pact, this little celebration of love and affection. So, when they returned to being a dragon, know that they'll be waiting for you in the forests outside of the Hollyberry kingdom, always waiting, only for you.

[midnight-black2]

prompt 4 for jann?

He and reader both attend gt academy and he has a crush on them. Reader becomes very close with matty which leads to him and jann fighting over them and reader showing jann who they really want^^

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : what the req saysss

disclaimers : sub!jann, dom!reader, palming, jealousy, teasing, etc (NOT FULL SMUT!!)

note : i just now realized that i didn't actually include the prompt quote, but just know that it's obviously still based off of the prompt. also, this is like a lime, so it's not full smut, sorry if you wanted that! if you did, you can request a part two, but i just left it at a makeout sesh that eludes to smut, lol

jann hated matty.

he hated the way matty spoke, all cocky with an edge to every end of a sentence. he hated the way he walked, head held high with such unnecessary confidence. but most of all...

...he hated the way you liked matty so much. always saying things like "he's really quite nice once you get to know him." and as much as jann despised it, he knew he couldnt really stop you. hell, he probably wouldn't even try to. but god did it get under his skin when you and matty would laugh together, looking like you were having the time of your lives.

"no no, i'm serious!" you exclaimed, before leaning back in and whispering something in mattys ear. something secretive. a secret. why could you tell marty secrets? why couldnt jann be in mattys place right now? why did jann have this undeniable stabbing pain in his chest watching the two of you from afar?

"you can't be," matty said, furrowing his brows with a smirk. you shrugged. jann and matty made eye contact, and mattys smirk only grew, it was like he knew what he was doing, which made jann only angrier.

it's not like jann knew what you and matty were talking about, and it might have done him more good if he would have listened. then he would've realized you guys were talking about him. how you had a crush on him, and how you were preparing to tell him. but it was only until jann was standing in front of you, asking just what it is you were whispering in mattys ear and giggling about that he became aware.

"the conversation wasn't much," you replied, absentmindedly. you wanted to wait until the right moment to truly fess up, but he was making it rather difficult.

"it didn't seem like it," he said, under his breath, swallowing hard. he regretted the words as soon as he spoke them. however, there was no going back.

"fine, if you really want to know, i was telling him about how much i like you, jann," you said, with a sigh. sure, you could sense his jealousy from a mile away. you didn't ever think he'd do something about it, though. now, he was proving you wrong. his eyes widened, as he froze. his mouth opened, then closed. he wanted to say something, but he felt like he didn't have the right to.

"Y/N-i... i didn't know i'm sorry i just-" you cut him off with a snort.

"it's all good, jann. i won't hold it against you or anything. but, why were you so annoyed by me hanging out with matty anyway?" you asked, trying to suppress your growing smirk. he looked down, with a hoarse chuckle. the situation was ironic, surely.

"because i like you too," he uttered, anxiously. even though you had already said how you felt, he couldn't help but be exponentially nervous. it was just-- you. no other thoughts apart from you and driving consumed him. those were the two most important things to him. of course you made him nervous. you grinned complacently.

"i know."

"you...do?" he questioned, looking back up and facing you. his brows were furrowed, and you laughed.

"i've known since the start."

"it could not have been that obvious," he said, with a defeated chuckle. he tried defending himself, but to no avail.

"oh trust me, it most definitely was," you answered. "...so now do you believe that it's you that i want?"

"well yeah, i mean you've said it but..." he trailed off. he didn't know how he intended to finish that sentence. he also couldnt find the courage to finish it, anyway.

"let me prove it to you."

"how?" he asked, voice shaky and uncertain. he maybe had a clue of what you were suggesting. maybe.

"follow me, and you'll find out," you said, gesturing for him to do just that. so, he did. he was too curious not to. you both went to the sleeping quarters, which currently were unoccupied since everyone was out training. you urged him to sit down on your bed, and he complied. you then sat down next to him.

"i think it's really ridiculous that you couldnt see how much i do like you, jann," you said, as you intently looked in his eyes, awaiting a response.

"im sorry. i didn't think i could be so dense," he said, with a breathy laugh. his eyes flickered to your lips. it was a split second, but it was noticeable enough. you leaned in slightly, and he felt this sort of magnetic pull to do the same. there was only a breath between you, as your lips grazed against his. you sealed the gap, finally. lips moving in sync, perfectly harmonious with one another.

your hand cupped his cheek, as he rested his hand on your waist. you both started to kiss each other with fervor. when you eventually pulled away, the two of you were breathless. his grasp on your hip tightened as he desperately attempted to ground himself. there was no way this was happening...--no, it was. it was definitely happening. because when you crashed your lips back on his, and slipped your tongue inside his mouth, and lied him down and hovered over top of him, he felt it all crash at him at once, like a big wave. his head was reeling.

"do you want this?" you mumbled against his lips. he nodded eagerly, and you found it entirely amusing. "i need your words, jann."

"please," he begged. that was all you needed, before your hand trailed down his body. you reached the part of him that ached for you. you started palming him over his clothing. he whimpered softly, shifting and writhing beneath you.

well, let's simply say you guys had a lot of fun that day.

╰┈➤ uh oh, cliffhanger! might post a pt.2 sometime, idk

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[crystallizsch]

Hello Ian! ♡

I hope you're doing well!

Here's some more Jamil thoughts for you!

Something I don't see a lot of people talk about when it comes to Jamil is the idea of family recipes, more specifically, recipes that only the Viper Family know.

Food that he and Najma grew up having, learning the recipes for himself once he was older. Recipes that have been passed down in the Viper Family for generations.

I would like to imagine he wouldn't make them for Kalim, or even let him know about them, wanting to keep these foods and recipes for himself.

As he gets to know you, his feelings growing and turning to something more, he thinks of these recipes, wanting to share these foods with you.

Foods to be made and had with family. For loved ones.

As much as he tried to deny it, to fight it, he grew attached to you. Not just attached, oh no, he knew in the back of his mind what this was. He wouldn't admit it though, even when he ends up making one of the recipes for himself, wondering if you'd enjoy it as he ate.

It wouldn't be until you two were a couple that it would happen, Jamil offering to make you dinner one day. Perhaps you arrive early, and he asks if you'd like to help him prepare it. (The intimacy of cooking together, Jamil instructing you on a recipe that only he and his family members know) Once it was done and served, you both would sit down to eat, Jamil waiting for you to have the first bite.

Any compliment you give it will have a sense of pride bursting in his chest, a small smile coming to his face. He's radiating with satisfaction as you both enjoy your meal, promising to cook for you again some other time. He already has the next recipe in mind ♡

(It's up to you whether Yuusha knows the importance of the meal, as I can see Jamil either trying to be subtle and downplay it, or him simply saying it's a family recipe and having you figure out the significance of that on your own)

Thank you! ♡

SHEEPPPP I WAS ACTUALLY SOOBBINGGF

MY BRAINNNN ALHDKSJSJSJSKSBXJS THIS IS SO CUTE I WENT FERAL

i love this headcanon and i’m keeping it in my mind forever and this reminded me of my silly comic from a while ago

his cooking being basically a love language overall is so AGH and trusting you enough to share with you something that is very important to him???

i’m positively GNAWING on this so much

anyways i literally couldnt help it i may or may not have spent all day working on this with yuusha and jamil’s dynamic hdkshdjss

So. Care to finally tell me what this is?

It's a Viper Family recipe.

Oh, no wonder. Do you only serve it on special occasions? I don't think I've had it during any Scarabia parties.

Of course you haven't. This is your first time. And we don't serve these recipes outside of the Viper Family household.

Oh, that sucks.

After Yuu took another bite, the implication of Jamil sharing this meal with her just hit her in the head that she almost spat out what was in her mouth in surprise.

Yuu and Jamil gave each other a knowing look. The prefect saw that the vice housewarden had a flushed look on his face as he tried to cover it up by sipping casually from his bowl.

Yuu was silent as she tried to rack her brain around what he just said.

Jamil attempted to look unbothered but his slightly shifting eyes and darkened cheeks had betrayed him.

So, do you… understand what this means?

Oh, Yuu definitely understood. It was making her feel flustered, giddy perhaps—happy that Jamil thought of her that way. Enough to consider her…

No. Oh, no. Jamil was making her say it. Oh, she was not going to let her do his work for him.

... I don't, Jamil. I would love for you to explain it to me.

Touché. Jamil thought as he set his utensils down with a sigh. Jamil also thought that he could decide to feign ignorance back but he knew it would be fighting fire with fire.

So might as well be direct.

Yuu, I…

(idk i’m out of juice) (plus i do love me some uncertain endings sometimes)

[woncherie]

anon asked: Ok but imagine the strawhat pirates trying to prepare luffy for his first date

genre: fluff, gender neutral reader

im currenrly reposting a few old stories i wrote some time ago from my old blog!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

the strawhat pirates preparing luffy for his first date:

Ok so first things first every single member probably thinks you are nuts for agreeing to go out with their captain, but when they saw how happy you and Luffy were when you agreed to spend some time together they just couldnt help but smile, trying their best since they know how dense their captain can be.

After Sanji finally calmed down and stopped crying because Luffy got a date and he didnt, he and Nami are willing to teach him how to fucking eat like a normal person (in case you are going out to eat) because the way Luffy just crams a bunch of food into his mouth is not quite pleasant, no matter if its in front of his crush or in front of them.

But lets be realistic, after one and a half hours both of them would just give up because there is no way Luffy will use a fork or spoon correctly.

Usopp is the one responsible for taking care that Luffy showers properly, even if it means he has to get into that damn shower by himself and scrub his whole body. I think its no secret that Luffy barely showers, because... water? and Luffy? Nope, not gonna happen.

Robin and Zoro are not really interfering, just watching the whole rigmalore in front of them and smiling to themselves. They both think there is no need to change the way their captain behaves since you agreed to go out with the huge dork, not with a forced gentlemen, but instead of calming them down they both just watch the whole crew make a fuss. Its kinda like Luffys friends are more excited about the date then he is.

Franky is already searching for the fake mustaches they wore at dressrosa in order to follow you discreetly, thinking that this will truely disguise them. Plot twist: It doesnt.

Brook and Chopper are trying to convince him to change in some more appropriate clothes, but there is no way Luffy would change. He is comfortable in what he is wearing and he probably doesnt even own anything different than his colored shirts and blue shorts.

At the end of the day every one of his crew members got exhausted because there is no freaking way their captain will change and will become a gentlemen in less then half a day. Thats probably when Robin finally speaks up and calms everyone down.

You are probably in your own room, not noticing how the other members harassed Luffy the whole evening over, just trying to get ready by yourself, already excited to explore the new island you landed on some hours earlier with Luffy. At some point Nami even barges into the room, looking quite exhausted, asking if you are 1000% sure to go out with the gummy boy. And you are just like... Yes?? You are sure. At least you think you are lol.

Nami is giving Luffy some extra money to spend on the island - which is a very very bad idea actually since he will lose it in no matter of time or spend it on complete bullshit. Thats probably the reason why she also gave you a bit more money than usually, knowing that Luffy will throw it out of the window and you have to pay for him, but you dont mind at all.

Five minutes after you both left the ship to go explore the island, Franky showed up with the beards and hats in order to follow you and take care that everything is going smoothly. But no way would Robin let them leave the ship, no matter how much they begged or tried to convince her. She would even use her devil fruit powers in order to keep the other strawhat pirates on their ship. She just wants to respect your and Luffys privacy.

No one of them knows how the date was. They just sat on the Sunny all day, wondering about all the scenarios that could happen.

After some hours they finally hear your and Luffys voices again, even though its just a muffled dialogue since you are currently talking in front of the ship instead of climbing up. Even Zoro became curious on how it went, every single one of them looking down and trying to peek on both of you, reading your faces. The only thing they saw though was how you gave Luffy a big smooch on his red cheeks, and him showing you the biggest gummismile he has, giggling slightly. Even you could tell how the tense atmosphere upstairs left immediately, everyone smiling down on both of you, happy it went well.

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i hope you liked it aaaa english is not my first language so it may be a bit hard to read,, i hope you still enjoyed this small fic <3

[qprpbj]

what do u think darrys actual headspace was when all the socs went to college and he had to dropout or couldnt really afford what they had anyways? im always thinking about how he had to straddle both worlds and how much that affected him.

hi you have officially opened the can of actually insane darry brainworms i have so. prepare for an actual essay.

WELL. if we have seen my account ever i am very much of the opinion that him going off to college, against all odds and disadvantages that greasers have to go through, and then having to drop out midway through, is imo a ton more devastating for him as a character than not getting to go at all — i guess in that case it’d probably be a ton easier for him to let go of the “soc life” he lived (or pretended to live) bc he’d probably just start working immediately out of graduation and that’d kinda be that. he never got a taste of the college life anyway, he worked hard but never got the chance to get out, a greaser is all he’ll ever be no matter how much he deluded himself in high school. bc most greasers don’t get out, the cycle of poverty and abuse (for most greasers, not necessarily darry) continues generation after generation

BUT. the idea of him working part time throughout high school, making connections w the socs to move on up and faking his way through both worlds, working his ass of at getting good grades and being the best on the football team to get scholarships, and his parents having their own careers & slowly saving up what they can to send him to a community college or in the city/city adjacent and not Terribly expensive like socs get to go to is SO intriguing to me. bc. he GOT OUT. he got out of the cycle that greasers simply don’t ever ever break, and he got out. like he was finally actually OUT. he finally got a taste of what it feels like to work and work and work and for it to FINALLY pay off.. just for his life to be completely flipped upside down & for it to be taken away all over again, out of circumstances he couldn’t even control. he can’t just work harder and work himself out of his parents dying. he wanted out and he GOT out, but tbh at the end of the day no matter how much he wanted out of greaser hood, his brothers come first & he’d never have lived with himself if he didn’t do all he could to keep his family together, even if it meant giving up what he’s worked for for his entire life (in terms of headspace though, during the dropout itself idk if he’d be so concerned with the soc/greaser issue as he would be that. yk his literal parents just died lol.)

& in terms of straddling both lives, you are so right, esp in high school!! particularly bc i kinda see darry as a conformist?? like he doesn’t really wanna Stand Out, he just wants to get by, he wants to work hard and take pride in what he does yk. i think as much as he was football captain and boy of the year and was super popular and “ran the school” so to speak though, he’d sort of always deep down feel like he’s on the outside looking in bc. he IS. he isn’t like the socs and he never will be. i think post-book, him coming to terms with & being okay with that (“i was born a greaser, so grease is all that ill get” “take pride in the greaser name” etc) would be major in terms of self compassion & forgiveness lol

[pandoraroid]

listening to vincent's playlist and it is an,,, experience,,,

take this all with a grain of salt pls dont come @ me

to quote a comment from this video: the fact that we know what's coming makes this both terrifying and heartbreaking. couldnt have said it better than myself 😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i love him so much,,, he tries to distract the listener,,, he tries to comfort them so bad soshksjsks HE'S SO SWEET AND EVERYTHING

"do you wanna hold my hand?" HAND IN MARRIAGE SIR? SURE

he is an adrenaline junkie i need a man like him in my life he's just like me fr

"one last ride, right?" NO 👹 S T O P DONT BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS

though how is he the only rider they never found??? what how did he get dislodged from his seat or something??? i must be dumb i dont get this all of a sudden 🧍‍♀️

love the intro 😚 the messages on the cassette tapes are so heartwarming and reassuring djgdjdhd

okay that "boo" actually scared the shit out of me is it safe to assume that this is the same amusement park he was in in the previous video?

if that's the case, does he just,,, chill in here at random??? god that is so,,,

"demons(?) are very much real" BRO ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT?

"oh i know i'm close. you're welcome" WHEWWWWWW JESUS FUCK LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH

"little one" okay fuck i'm melting YOUR VOICE SIR got me kicking my feet and blushing fr

lovely has an attitude 😁😁 stay strong soldier

he calls them beautiful AND DARLING? even if it was a bit of a throwaway JESUS 🫠

"your safety is paramount" "be safe, little one. good night." why does this make him so much hotter jesus what is wrong with me HE EVEN LEADS THEM BACK TO THEIR CAR (bareminimumenjoyer?!?! me?!?!? look away)

"you're not looking for another paranormal hunk are you? that would break my heart :(" SIR

no seriously why is bro here

"foreplay takes two y'know" SIR

is he getting them to believe in the supernatural what what is his goal,,,

"should i strip down for easier access, doctor?" WRAP IT UP

his voice omfg immelting just imagining the scene,,, onlovely'sbedbeingclosewithhimohmyfuckinggod

he's so goofy for just tapping on his fangs like that lmao

DID HE JUST PIN THEM DOWN TO THE BED WH A T

SIR WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID HE SERIOUSLY NEARLY JUST???? WHA T

"no one has had this effect on me" NO SHIT????

"you're safe with me. i won't lose control." thank you for that but if the next video's title is any clue, that will not age well ( i mean you on the other hand don't get to age at all so 🤷‍♀️ IM KIDDING)

"i'm not going to mess this up." you won't babes (at least i think you wont) i'd give anything to give him a hug or something

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH THIS ISNT MY MAN

oh the warnings 😃 mentally preparing myself now

lovely what the fuck are we doing here

"beautiful little bloodbag" oh hey a pale sleazy talking punchbag

"oh relax i'm just touching you" and if i may touch my fist to your face in a fast and strong way, you're gonna relax then bitch

WAIT DID HE TRANCE US???

i am well aware a human is no match for a vampire but that will not stop my audacity to try which dare i say levels up to his for touching me and talking shit about vincent

"all i had to do was wait for your human brain to make a decision this stupid." it seems that your expired vampiric brain has also made the stupid decision to breathe in my direction

to be fair on vincent, we have met each other exactly two times and neither of us (especially him) could have known how our previous meeting would end. i don't need to be near you for five minutes to know you're a little bitch

DID YOUR CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE DIE WITH YOU THE FIRST TIME GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE BITCH

MY MAN IS HEREEEEE he's not gonna be mad lovely came here is he

HE PUNCHED HIM HAHAHAHA he did it for me fr

HIS VOICE GOD am so weak for him

MAKING OUT WITH US ALREADY??? GOOD GOD

lovely checking on him too ☹️☹️☹️ my goober fr

"i dont think you're gonna like what you found" oh dang you're like me for real

MY MAN

the way he says "little one" will never not get to me omg AND THEN HE SAID BABY IN THAT VOICE??? GOD

vamp eyes go black when theyre hungry(?) got it noted

so lovely got tranced and vincent is needs to feed on them right after???? did i get that right??? GOOD GOD GIVE EM A BREAK???

"i cant drink from your neck... no not yet not like this..." PROPS TO HIM FOR HAVING PROPRIETY LOVE MY MAN FR

"this will mark you as mine" GIVE IT HERE but at the same time ALREADY????

oh good lord he's feeding from our wrists now okay

hang in there lovely patpat u're gonna be okay (i hope they will be VINCENT)

aw those little kisses though

noooooo vincent 😭???

neways,,,

jfc these two put me on a ride (haha get it)

vincent is slowly becoming my new crush 🤭 but jfc lovely better get good u got this babes

will stop here for now bc i need a break 🧍‍♀️ when will i continue who knows

[itsaurriebaby]

---Kaeya angst prompt---

They say if you have a one night stand with a nymph disguised as a human when you're actually in love with another human, it will curse you. You will disappear at sunset every night, and reappear at midnight. The duration of your disappearance will increase with each passing day. Day 1, you reappear at midnight, day 2, you reappear at 12.15, day 3 at 12.30, day 5 at 1am, day 10 at 2am, and so on until one day, you run out of time and youll stop reappearing so u disappear completely. To break the curse, you must receive a kiss from the human you love who loves you back.

Kaeya never imagined he would ever have to deal with such a curse, even though he has been fooling around at the tavern for a while now. Waking up that day in an unfamiliar room, alone on an unfamiliar bed, he was a little taken aback. This was the first time he was the one being left by his partner after a night of passion. Other than that incident, nothing else was amiss during the day. As he started making his way to the tavern, he noticed his ring slipping off his finger to the concrete below, which he could see right through his hand. His hand was turning transparent and he couldnt pick the damn jewelry back up with his fingers. Oh well, he'll just have to ask the lovely lady who coincidentally passed by to pick up his ring for him. Except the lovely lady didnt respond to his call, didnt even acknowledge that someone was calling out to her. And so did the next person who passed by, and so did the next. It was truly head scratching, but he did figure out he was cursed after recalling an old rumour he heard from the drunkards.

Fortunately for kaeya, he was already married to the human lover required to break his curse. Asking for a kiss from his spouse who he has been neglecting for months was, albeit a little awkward, not impossible. It took quite a while to set the mood, you were surprisingly not spiteful of him for only seeing you a couple times a week even though you both live under the same roof. When he came to visit you at work that day with lunch in his hand, the only sign of shock you gave was a little gasp before quickly masking it with a smile. After an hour of chatting you up, you unfortunately had to decline the lunch kaeya prepared as you already had plans to have lunch with jean and klee at good hunters. "A shame," kaeya admitted,"well, ill be on my way then, my love. Kiss me goodbye?". He watched your lips twitch before being pulled to a smile,"sure, good luck at work" you say, planting a firm kiss to his lips.

But he still disappeared that night, the ring he recovered from the previous night, was falling off his transparent finger, again. And so did the night after that, even though he made sure to kiss you for longer.

He couldnt believe you were actually more similar to him and were seeing other people in this relationship.

Which he soon discovered, after stalking you for 3 days and asking around for another day, was not true. You simply stopped loving him.

And he was running out of "tangible time" to earn that love back before he completely disappears.

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Feel free to use this prompt, doesnt have to be kaeya

Pls tag me if u do tho, so i can read it too

[bajissweetgirl]

birthday present

i got a request for a keisuke baji smutfic a while ago so i decided to write one because i can't sleep :,)

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includes: oral (both!receiving), praise, (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), deepthroat (m!receiving) & theres probably more but i forgot

pairing: Keisuke Baji x fem!Reader

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today was your boyfriend keisuke's 18th birthday. you and kei had been dating for a long time, roughly three years. now of course, you did get him a real birthday present, but that night, you had a little something prepared for him.

it was around two in the morning, and you and kei were watching a tv show. shameless, to be exact. and you may have gotten a little handsy while cuddling. this was a normal thing between the two of you, usually you would brush it off and forget about it. but today? hell no, who would have even thought of that?

today was kei's birthday! duh! he got to do whatever he wanted! so, when you ended up on his lap while you were shoving your tongues down eachothers throats, and he asked you, "are you okay with this? do you wanna take this any further?" you told him that he could do whatever he wanted with you, because he was the birthday boy after all.

oh how you wish you could turn back time.

now, he had you naked on his bed with your back against the wall. his face was stuffed between your thighs, which were thrown over his shoulders. he squeezed them hard with his fingers, almost hard enough to leave a bruise. he was making sure that there was no way you could pull away from him.

his tongue has been lapping at your wet folds for close to five minutes. your fingers were threaded in his hair as he looked up at you. he huffed, his slender fingers finding their way inside of you. "you're so fucking wet.." he whispered against your cunt, loud enough for you to hear. "kei...~" you whimpered quietly. his mom was asleep a few rooms over, so you tried your best to stay hushed. though, kei couldnt care less about how loud you were.

kei's fingers were slowly thrusting in and out of you as he continued to taste your pussy. "mm..i'm so close... don't stop.." you whispered to him quietly. he didn't say anything in response, only sucking hard on your clit, causing you to squirm beneath him. he felt your walls clench around his fingers, and he sped up, looking up at the right time to see your eyes roll back and to hear a slutty whimper escape your lips as you cum on his fingers.

he pulled his fingers out of you and kissed your wet pussy. as you begin to calm yourself down, kei sits up, moving your thighs to rest on his thighs, the fabric of his sweatpants feeling gentle against your skin. he cupped your cheeks and kissed you gently on the forehead, moving his hands to your waist and grazing them up and down your torso. "you alright?" he asks quietly. you nod, placing your hands on either side of his neck "yeah..." you whisper. he leaned down and kissed your lips softly, "good girl.. you ready for more?" he smiles at you. you nod, resting your forehead against his.

he turned his attention back to your legs, spreading them back open as he pulls his sweatpants down to his thighs. you could make out his throbbing bulge through his boxers, it made your stomach flip in arousal. he pulled his boxers down and let his rock hard cock spring free. he pulled her closer so that he could rub his pretty pink tip along your soaking folds. it was like he couldnt resist any longer. in a swift movement, he slid his cock into your tight hole, filling you up slowly. he watched as you gasped quietly and bite your lip, as you place one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his neck.

he looked down at you and smiled, starting to thrust in and out slowly of your tight pussy. "mmm, so tight for me baby.." he whispered to you, his face inches from yours. he tilted your chin up to look at him while he fucks you. you were struggling to keep yourself quiet, and were whimpering like a dog, letting a few quiet moans slip out. his movements soon became more erratic, wanting to fuck you as hard as he could. "god, i fucking love you..." he whispered to you, groaning quietly at the feeling of your tight pussy milking his cock. "such a good girl for me, y/n.." he moaned quietly as he continued to fuck you, feeling himself getting closer and closer the faster he went.

he felt your inner walls clenching around him, so he picked up the pace, slamming into you with rough strokes. you arch your back and throw your head back, your eyes rolling back and a whimpering mess as you get railed. "fu-fuck kei-.. so *so* good..~" you moan quietly, closing your eyes softly. kei takes one of your tits in his hand and squeezes it as his thrusts became even faster. his hips repeatedly slapped against your ass as he neared his climax. your thighs flex and tighten around him as much as they could, your fingers tugging gently at his hair as he moaned lowly and finished inside of you, groaning as he felt his seed filling you up. your eyes flutter as you cum simultaneously. he tilts your face up and forces you to look at him. he smirked and leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead "there you go... squeezin' me so fuckin' good.." he whispered into your ear as he slowed down, coming to a stop.

he chuckled softly and pulled out of you, watching as your mixed cum slowly dripped out of you. he looks at you with love, caressing your neck softly. "you doin okay?" he asks with pure kindness. you nod, softly kissing his lips. as you pull away, kei grins. he held his cock up and stroked it slowly. "wanna return the favor?" he asks, knowing that you wanna. you nod, before he kisses your nose and lays down on the bed, leaning against the cloth headboard as you crawl between his legs. you look up at him with your eyes as you spit on his cock, then bringing your hand up to stroke it gently. he let out a soft moan, his eyes half-closed as he felt your soft touch on his sensitive skin.

as you give a few gentle kitten licks to his pink tip, he moans quietly and leans back, giving you better access to his cock. "suck it."

you take the tip in your mouth, slowly working your way down, but only being able to fit about half of his cock. you suck as much as you could and swirl your tongue around his tip as you watch his reactions. "the whole thing, baby." he whispers. you pull his cock out of your mouth. "but baby, i can't fit it all.." you say, looking up at him with yohr beautiful doll-like eyes. he grinned and guided your head down, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth "now you can." he knows it's not too much for you, because you've done it before. you can take it, and if you really couldnt, you would use your safeword.

you placed your hands on his hips, choking on his cock as he makes you deepthroat him. soon enough, he lets go of your head. a trail of saliva slips from your tongue to the base of his cock. you hold the base of his cock and stroke it with your fist while you suckle on his tip. his hips jerked and he let out a moan, his hands gripping your head tightly "that's it, baby..." he whimpers. you attempt to fit as much of him as you can down your throat, but it still wasnt much. he groaned and started thrusting his hips, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth "fuckkk..." he moaned, a little louder than usual. he pulled you back slightly and caressed your face. "you're doing so good baby, keep going.." you look at him and nod, whimpering as you do so. fuck, do you just love eating his cock.

you look up at him as you suck him off as best as you could, saliva dripping down the base of his cock. he let out a low growl and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep into your throat once more. he held your head still and started pumping his cock in and out of your throat, fucking your face hard, not giving you the chance to do much work. not long after, he groaned and his hips jerked forward, shooting his thick cum down your throat. he came so far down your throat that it felt like you didnt even have to swallow it. when you pulled his cock out of your mouth, you began to cough. he chuckled softly and patted your head, his cock still dripping with their combined fluids "there you go, that's a good girl."

when you're done coughing, younwipe your tears with your knuckle. "heh, you made me cry." you laugh as you look up at him. he smiled and ran his fingers through your hair "did i push your head down that far? 'm sorry, princess." you got closer to him and kissed his forehead gently. he leaned in, letting you kiss him. "there's my good girl. now, how about we get cleaned up and find something more fun to do?" he asks, caressing your cheeks. you laugh softly, "yeah, we probably should." he kisses you gently on the lips "let's take a hot shower together and see where the night takes us.", you agree with a smile.

he softly grabbed your waist. "i love you, y/n." he gently pet your hair. "i love you too, kei...."

[ppnuggie]

         𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀

　　『　mtmte various + gender neutral reader   』

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        you raced home ,, bag tight in your hand as it made noise upon entering your home . excited ,, you fished out the new game you had bought . you waited for so long for its release ,, wandering if it would even happen . though it was just announced not to long ago that it was already in stores ,, stocked up and ready to be bought .

        you couldnt help yourself . immediately after work you ran to the nearest gamestop ,, impatiently waiting in line and excitedly buying the game when it was your turn . the box looked lovely ,, a picture of some of the characters on the front . you'd immediately recognize them ;; rodimus ,, ultra magnus ,, ratchet and drift ,, and even a little tailgate and swerve .

        you were beaming witu excitement ,, ready to pop this baby open . luckily ,, you had the weekend off from work ,, so you'd be able to play the whole thing with an all nighter ,, or two . you read the back of the box ,, looking at the summary and all the possibilities in the game . you'd only seen small clips ,, but that was it .

        you grabbed your vr headset ,, turned your tv on ,, and prepared yourself to play . taking a big drink of a little something you got yourself whilst out and about ,, you put the headset on and loaded the game . the music was nice ,, upbeat and loud ,, yet it only made you vibrate with happiness . ultra magnus ,, megatron ,, and rodimus were on the front screen ,, along with the usual buttons .

        you payed a quick stop to the settings and got yourself situated ,, not wanting the background music too loud and covering up the voices of the characters . returning back to the title screen ,, you hit play and it loaded you through .

        everything about it looked amazing ,, the little transfer of pixels rushing past you as the screen loaded you to the next part ,, almost like it was what a quantum jump would look like . a small tutorial played through ,, explaining the many things about the game . how you'd need to do a 'job' to earn some shanix ,, or how the love percentages worked ,, and it finally introduced you to the love interests .

        there were 12 of them ,, all standing in front of you . your eyes quickly scanned over all of them ,, listing them off . rodimus ,, magnus ,, megatron ,, ratchet and drift . they both stood proudly beside each other . perceptor and brainstorm looked like total opposites beside each other ,, percy having his arms crossed over his chassis whilst brainstorm looked like he was about to burst with excitement . nautica was there ,, giving a nice smile ,, with rung and swerve on either side of her . rung looked to be cleaning his glasses whilst swerve was giving finger guns . and at the end was whirl and trailcutter . whirl hand his servos on his hips and trailcutter was just chilling there .

        after getting a good look around at them all ,, you finally loaded the game to start . it did another 'quantum jump' and you were soon standing in the bridge of the lost light . you took a quick look around ,, until a screen popped up in front of you . 'enter your name' it asked ,, and so you did . not long after you heard it be called . your head turned around ,, seeing rodimus prime standing there with his hands on his hips ,, and a smile bright across his face .

        ultra magnus and megatron were right beside him ,, towering him easily as he towered you . they werent their actual heights ,, just a few inches well over 7 feet . rodimus had to be 7'6 ,, whilst magnus and megatron were reaching past 11 feet tall . this was so it would still feel that they were their usual heights ,, without having them be so short and it being awkward .

        " welcome to the lost light (y/n) ! whenever you're done taking a look around ,, we'll get started !" the prime smiled ,, leaning in to place his servo on your shoulder . it almost felt real ,, like he was actually there in front of you . but at last ,, it wasnt and you didnt feel the weight of his servo like you would've . your heart raced in excitement ,, brain overwhelmed with thoughts racing around 90 mph .

[elliespuns]

Do you think joel was a good cook or couldn't boil water to save his life lol. I feel like I read a lot of fics where joel couldnt' even cook an egg as a single dad, but idk i feel like either he could be really good at cooking, or he was okay at it but he had a couple of dishes that he could cook really well, like chili or something lmao or some southern dish.

As a single father with a teenage daughter and not enough money to live high on the fog, I'd say he had to be able to cook. I don't think he was great, because he surely didn't have enough time to practice in the kitchen with having to work all the time to take care of the bills and other things, and because they would mostly end up ordering takeout or pizza with Sarah. But I believe he would enjoy cooking on weekends, with Sarah helping him out (or making fun of him).

He was probably more likely to make the easiest dishes out there. Like mixing rice or pasta with meat and vegetables and either serving it just like this (either hot or cold) or baking it with cheese on top or something like this. He was probably good at preparing meat too, like roasting chicken or pork and then eating it with plain or roasted potatoes, or just making spaghetti meatballs, the easiest dish out there. I can also see Joel making homemade pizza by throwing cheese on a dough with mushrooms, pepperoni, and ham. Nothing revolutionary or nutritious, but doable and edible.

Imagining Joel probably had a grill in his backyard, he would spend his summer days with Sarah just barbecueing. He would have a good steak once in a while, and Sarah would love grilled corn. They both probably liked grilled vegetable kabobs too. But they would have mostly just burgers anyway since they couldn't get enough of these. And of course, he can't forget about salads; he would also make all sorts of salads if he was lazy: chicken salad, summer salad, lentil salad, you name it.

I don't think he was a bad cook. I think he would do really well if he tried. I think he also had a few tricks up his sleeve. Like making the best baked chicken/beef tacos or lasagna, which I can imagine were Sarah's favorites. Or something like parmesan garlic roasted potatoes, which he would look up on the internet and make for Sarah because he knew how much she loved parmesan and potatoes.

And not to forget about Ellie, I am sure she had a chance to taste some of his specialties too. There wouldn't probably be that many options in the post-apocalyptic world, but I bet my shoes that Ellie would love his parmesan garlic roasted potatoes, making him happy to remember Sarah loved those too. 

"Joel, these are so fucking delicious!" She says, around a mouthful of the savory potatoes, working another spoonful of them into her mouth. "Promise me..." She swallows. "Promise me you'll make these again."

"Sure, kiddo." He chuckles, pleased with himself, wishing he can make himself stop grinning. "Easy, though. Don't choke on them." This warms his heart.

"Fuck it, I would die for these potatoes!"

[preciousbarnes]

sex pollen au?? like maybe on a mission with the avengers he gets drugged by someone trying to incapacitate him? and since he has heightened senses its even worse for him? pls with sugar on top?

oooo ur speakin my language anon

content warning: smutty smut smut, dubious consent due to the nature of sex pollen au's but efforts were made to make this as consensual as possible, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), aged-up!Peter (think 21 or 22),

this is filthy i am sorry i am going to hell

You were waiting in the avengers compound for everyone to return from the mission. You had reluctantly sat this one out, due to a concussion you were still recovering from that was the result of the last mission you took part in. Peter had kissed you gently on the cheek before boarding the jet, promising to return soon and in one piece.

When they all returned, your blood ran cold as all the other avengers walked into the common area except Peter. Immediately you jumped to questioning.

Where is he? How bad is it? Please tell me he made it? Please dont tell me he's gone.

"He's in containment, it's not safe to be around him, especially for you" Captain informed you sternly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? What happened?" You ask, pleading for someone to just tell you what had happened.

At this, Tony stepped forward, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder to get him to stand down and relax with the sternness.

"It's only right we tell her. They are in an established relationship. I'd want to know if it was Pep." Tony told the soldier before addressing you.

An intense aerosol aphrodisiac they called it. Steve and Tony had been there when Peter had been sprayed. Tony's suit protected him from the spray and Steve's heightened metabolism burned through it quickly so he had very minimal side effects from being in contact with the substance.

Peter's heightened senses didn't make him so lucky. It just intensified matters. He could barely stand, could barely catch his breath, his stomach tense like a stretched rubber band with no release in sight, his cock hard and swollen, with no way to satisfy himself. They told you it was so bad that he begged them to knock him out, drug him, do something to make it stop. They couldnt though, not until FRIDAY finished running diagnostics on the sample of the aphrodisiac. As much as Tony wanted to help his young mentee, he refused to do anything that could possibly harm him, like administering other drugs without knowing how they may interact with the unknown substance.

Take me to him now. You ordered without second thought. The idea of him suffering broke your heart, but you were not prepared for the site of him in the airtight, reinforced quarantine cabin he was isolated in. Tony had turned off the one way glass effect on the window, so Peter could see you and you could see him. Tony quickly instructed you on how to enter the compound if you both decided you would, and turned to leave, having FRIDAY lock down the floor once again as he left.

"Peter?" You called through the intercom. He hadn't even known you were there, until you callled. His eyes shot up to where there was once a large mirror, now just glass he could look through and see you standing out in the hall, reinforced hulk-proof glass standing between you both.

"Baby," he groaned, body slick with sweat. He had gotten out of his suit which lay in a heap of red and blue in the corner of the room, kicked aside. He was just in a pair of black boxers, straining at the front from his hard on that was very prominently standing at attention, twitching from time to time. His abs were clenched, his chest heaving with each breath. His muscles in his arms were bulging, veins in his arm more prominent that usual and his hands clenched the bed sheets beneath him as he withered in both pain and pleasure.

He took a couple deep breaths, turning from you and clenching his eyes shut. "Baby, get out of here, I can't control myself," he groans out.

"Peter, please, let me come in. I want to help, you're in so much pain, let me fix it, let me help get it out of your system," You plead with him.

"Sweetheart, you deserve- ah fuck- you deserve better," He says headily.

This confuses you, making you cock your head as you ask him what he means.

"I- I, fuck babygirl," he's cut off with a moan, hand moving down to grasp himself through his boxers.

"I cant give you slow and sensual like usual, not like this, and I refuse to hurt you," He sighs out, once again clenching his eyes shut. a whimper coming up and out of his throat.

You swallow, taking him in. He's still your Peter. And yes, he is always so gentle with you but you'd be lying if you didn't acknowledge how wet you felt at the prospect of him just having his wicked way with you.

"Peter, babe, look at me," You call, placing your hand near the unlock button, not pressing it yet.

Reluctantly, he looks up and meets your eyes. Looking at you sends heat and want through his veins and it takes everything in him to not launch himself at the damn glass and reinforced door keeping you from him.

"Maybe, I want something other than slow and sensual? What I'm trying to say, I love you, you are in pain, and I want to help. I am consenting, and you won't hurt me. Even with any drug on the planet or in the universe, I know you'd never hurt me. All you have to do is say yes if you want me to help. It's your choice, honey. If you don't want that, that's okay. Just say what you want." You tell him, looking him directly in the eyes so he knows that you mean what you say.

After a second he nods, "yeah, fuck, if you want this I want it too, please get in here," He begs.

Your hand finds the unlock button, and Peter is up and pulling your body into his the second the door slides open, pulling you to the bed as the door latches and locks back into place.

His hands are everywhere, roaming and gripping and caressing as you both work to strip off the clothes you were in. As gently as he can in his frenzied state, he leans you back onto the bed and climbs on top of you, pulling your legs up to wrap around his waist.

One of his fingers drifts down between your folds, feeling the wetness and throbbing of your folds and clit.

"Are you ready sweetheart? God, look how wet you are for me. Gonna eat you out later, have you squirming all over the bed like I have been for you for the last hour," He says, voice sounding more intoxicating than anything you've ever heard.

"Please," is all you have to say before he's pushing into you, his throbbing cock finally getting some relief from your tight and velvety walls.

His head drops down to rest on your neck as he groans, his arms and legs shaking in the pleasure of feeling you. He pants between kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving little love bites.

"Can I- fuck, baby I gotta move, please," he pleads, overwhelmed by the lust coursing through his veins. You're as close as possible, but not close enough at the same time.

You nod your head breathlessly and he begins to thrust in earnest, each one jolting your body. You let out a moan as his tip brushes that oh-so-perfect spot in you, your stomach already in knots from the pleasure. Your fingernails rake down his back as he aims for that same spot as he continues, making you see stars. You begin to sporadically clench around him as your high gets closer and closer, earning a heady groan from him.

His thrusts speed up slightly, going deeper and harder as he pants into your neck, groaning again as you moan and clench down on him. He reaches down and rubs your clit in tight circles, quickly bringing you over the end with a cry as you clench again tightly around him and grip his broad shoulders in pleasure.

Feeling you let go around him is what brings him finally over the edge, his hips stuttering as he fills you up as you feel him pulse inside you. After a few moments and deep breaths from you both, he pulls out and rolls you both to your side, holding you against him; the fire in his veins temporarily sated.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks, searching your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You smile and grab his hand, kissing his knuckles.

“I’m perfect. How long until the next round?” You ask, earning a cheeky grin from him as he climbs on top of you once again.

WOOO BUDDY THAT WAS SPICY

[thepariahcontinuum]

i thought of a cape power and possible trigger and was wondering if you could help flesh out and classify it because i never really understood prt classifications that well.

the individual would be someone with a deep inferiority complex, who didn't put effort into anything because of fear of failure, but would mask it as not wanting to do anything unnecessary, and judged others they were envious of by saying they were putting too much effort in, or that their skills weren't really necessary for basic life, as over the top. i think the trigger could be something like they giving themself a chance to put an effort in, maybe studying to get into a dream school or preparing to get a good job only to fail completely and have any self worth they had crushed since they couldnt use their usual excuses to mask it this time. maybe it would involve a reunion where they see all their old acquaintances succesful on top of the recent failure.

as for the manifestation, they would have the ability to deny others the ability to do something, as long as they denied themselves of it too. something like, since i can't go to your level, I'll bring you to mine. it would involve a statement out loud, the main one used being "[doing something] is unecessary, let's do it without it". not sure if it would be an area of effect kind of deal, or anyone that hears it, but it would be useful both to deny stuff they can't do (like specifying others powers or equipment others have that they don't) but also stuff they can strategically (like "seeing is unecessary, let's do without it" while an enemy is in a complicated situation to not see in. this is rarer to be used though, since their mentality is of a loser that focus more on what they don't have. it's like a more versatile hatchet face power eith more range but with the caveat of only holding one statement at once and having to activate it by talking?

it wouldn't really solve the issue of their inferiority complex, i think it would only exarcebate it since they would focus so much on what others can do that they can't and never will. really feels like someone that would struggle to work with others for a long time since that envy would only grow. not sure if it's really a type of natural cape or if it works better with a caldron vial cape to rub insult in the injury (not even having a power for real, requiring to buy it in a bottle)

Okay so it does sound like you've basically got the idea of this guy down and you really only do need some detail work.

Firstly a think that this is a natural trigger, just because this guy wouldn't go to the effort of contacting Cauldron, he'd just bitch about capes on PHO all day instead and even if he did find Cauldron....They wouldn't take him, they do canonically have some standards on who they give vials to.

The Power feels like it would come under the Master classification, I'm saying that because it reads like a variation on Victor's power...Maybe with a Striker/Blaster/Shaker based on the method/range of application.

I would actually make a change to the Trigger Event though....A reunion feels too late, he'd be too old. I'd make it graduation instead. Basically after calling everyone a try-hard for years, never putting any effort in for fear of failure this guy decided that he was actually gonna try and get into college, to learn something a make a future for himself and he just failed....And at graduation he saw all those happy people, about to go and live the rest of their lives and absolutely nobody even bothered to look his way. That's when he Triggered.

He's a small time villain, literally just stealing whatever he wants at any given time....He can't be a hero, that requires efforts and he was probably just too old to be a Ward and was in no way physically capable of being on the Protectorate. The capes in Ward are allowed to not be Supermodels unlike the MCU, but they've still gotta be able to pass a basic fitness test surely. Even as a villain he'd never amount to much because Worm understands that one person is not gonna get far in this kind of setting, you need a crew....This guy does not have the drive, vision, connections or the people skills to put that kind of operation together.

Personality wise....Fucking Redditor. This guy has a Fedora and he's so lazy he couldn't even be bothered to grow his neckbeard out fully; this guy is basically a combination of every 'Niceguy' incel and the absolute epitome of the kind of "Caring about anything is dumb" philosophy behind South Park's "You mad bruh" humor.

So yeah.....Your OC Eric Cartman.

Have you got a name for this guy?