#I the way I had to stop myself from freaking out in front of my class lol

[estellardreams]

Xiaotian wasn't sure what to do. It had been so long, and suddenly having his immortal friend he's known for so long not only teleport to Flower Fruit Mountain wounded, but also a monkey, was quite a shock.

He did his best to bandage up his friend, trying to make sure he was comfortable as he remained quiet and asleep.

He knew that his dad was probably gonna come running as he usually did. Super hearing, magical sensing, and future sense had its way with that.

He just wasn't expecting both of his dad's to come running so fast.

Wukong was the first to show up, immediately coming to a stop in front of the two.

"Kiddo? Who's that?" he asked as he knelt down.

"Um... Well..." MK hesitantly brushed the hair out of the sleeping monkey's face.

Wukong's eyes widened.

"Nezha...?"

Macaque quietly came up behind them, his ears out and alert.

"Y-Yeah... I don't know what happened. He just showed up like this!"

Macaque paused, staring back up at the sky. He frowned, his ear twitching.

"I think I know what happened. But it's not good news."

"Shouldn't we hear it from him himself? So we know for sure?" Xiaotian asked.

"That would be better for confirmation sake. But I have a feeling I know what happened."

The sky seemed to rumble overhead.

"Let's get him inside. It's gonna rain." Wukong scooped up the monkey into his arms.

"I'll go find Meihua and make sure she's inside as well." Macaque teleported away.

Xiaotian quietly followed Wukong inside their house, shutting the door behind him.

Rain seemed to pour outside the house, tapping constantly on the windows. Macaque pulled them shut, turning back to everyone.

"Xiaotian, could you wake Nezha up?"

Mk nodded, turning to the sleeping monkey. He gently shook him awake. Nezha stirred, wincing a little as he sat up.

He froze, realizing everyone was looking at him. He immediately yanked a blanket over him, curling up on himself.

"Hey, it's okay!" MK pulled the blanket down a little.

"No... No this isn't right... I... I probably look like a freak to you guys..." He mumbled.

"That's not true!" he pulled the entire blanket off him.

"You are not a freak! Believe me, it took me a long while myself to understand that in the past cycle."

"Past... Cycle?"

Mk stopped, realizing he said that aloud.

"That's not important. What's important is that you are physically okay?"

"What happened to you, anyway?" Wukong asked.

"I... F-father..."

The ginger monkey's gaze darkened, already knowing where this was going. He glanced at his mate, who simply gave a nod.

"He did this to you, didn't he?" he knelt down to him.

"I... Y-Yeah... But how do I fix this? Am I stuck like this?" he gestured to all of himself.

Macaque's ear twitched. "I'm... Sorry, Nezha. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to help."

"I'm... Gonna be cursed like this... F-forever... Aren't I...?"

MK's eyes widened, his ears perking up. "Do you know how you got cursed?"

"No... I don't remember. It was just a patrol, I found something suspicious and went after it, but I... I forgot. My memory seemed to make me forget how and where it happened."

He sighed, taking Nezha's hands. "Then we'll try to help you get used to this, alright?"

"You sure? I... I don't wanna be a burden to you all and-"

"Nonsense! You're our friend. I'm gonna make sure you're happy here, alright?"

Meihua fiddled with Nezha's hair for a moment.

"Does this mean we get another sibling, daddy?" she asked innocently.

The two monkeys paused, staring at the kids, then at each other.

"Uhh... We'll talk about it."

"I need to go beat up a general right now. Cya." Wukong tried to leave, only for Macaque to yank him back.

"No, we are NOT doing that Sun. Besides the celestial realm is probably gonna get pissed off at us."

"So?"

"It would put all of us in danger! Let's just... Try to not do anything to them and help the one here, alright?"

Wukong sighed, pulling his arm away. "Okay... No violence... Yet."

Macaque's ear twitched. "I heard that-"

"I love you too! I'm gonna go make food!" Wukong immediately bolted.

Macaque sighed, shaking his head. "Heh. Always the same, huh?"

"I'm gonna go help!" Xiaotian got up and ran to join his dad.

Macaque glanced back at Meihua and Nezha on the couch. He sat down next to them.

"What do you like to do in your free time, Nezha?"

"Um... Embroidery..." He seemed to whisper.

"Embroidery? I think I got something for that."

"Really?"

"Yep!" Macaque summoned an embroidery kit, handing it to him.

"I like doing that too in my free time. It's a nice past time."

"I see..."

Meihua got up and ran off, returning with a kit of art supplies. She sat back down and opened up, beginning to draw.

"Oh! What'cha drawing Mei?" Macaque asked.

"A flower for my older brother since he's sad!"

Macaque's gaze softened. He ruffled her hair a little.

"That's nice of you, sweetheart."

Meihua smiled brightly, continuing to draw on her own. Macaque turned back to Nezha, who was still sewing quietly.

"... Li Jing hurt you. Didn't he?" he whispered.

Nezha's ear twitched. He hung his head low as his ears fell. "He... Doesn't like demon monkeys, like myself now."

"Did he disown you, then?"

Nezha paused. "How do you know that?"

Macaque pointed to his ears.

"Oh. Well, um... Yeah. He... He did."

"So by that logic you're also exiled, right?"

"Mhm."

Macaque quietly pulled him into a side hug. Nezha instinctively tensed up.

"What are you doing?"

"... Looked like you needed a hug."

The monkey's gaze shifted down to his kit. He put it aside before leaning into the hug.

"Thank you."

Heh I got caught up in writing an alternate take of this crossover AU!

My thought process was that in The New Past AU, the Monkey Nezha plot happens... And Li Jing is unfortunately the first to find out. Hence Nezha shows up on FFM looking for help.

I also hope I wrote Meihua accurately. I have no idea what her personality is like so I went with a young, curious, and creative child who may be a touch naive. If that's not accurate please let me know!

Would Monkey Nezha get adopted??? Idk but I played with the idea of Meihua being welcoming to anyone like them to the point she considers them family lol

The New Past AU belongs to @lululocomo! :D

Also unshaded/no overlays version cause I like this one too

[faitomato]

in honor of me quitting my job as a cake decorator of 5 years, a list of memorable highlights and repeat events

been asked to draw: dicks (no)

boobs (no) (at least 4x)

SO MANY extravagant cakes that are covered in fondant (which we did not work with) that would easily cost hundreds of dollars, and then the client getting miffed when i say it’s either impossible or will cost them hundreds of dollars

cakes with the ugliest color scheme you can imagine and i am forced to use it anyway

2 tier cake with jungle animals drawn on the SIDES all the way around, that my manager took when i was clearly trying to refuse the order because i had been there for maybe 6 months and was not confident. surprise surprise the client wanted it gussied up more upon arrival because she was expecting an extravagant cake like the ones described above

people being pissy about the kit up charge

many many times of people wanting drawings and then getting pissy when i told them it was also an up charge

that time a woman clearly set up her order to be “wrong” (and called before picking it up with the question of “is there anything i don’t want on it?” ????) and instantly asked for something for free when she saw that it was “wrong.” and then looked SO affronted when i said no that i had to get my asst. manager to deal with her

a woman calling about “wedding cookies” getting upset that we didn’t have them, and going “well now i know you’re not a real bakery.” i barely held myself back from replying “maam this is a grocery store”

the most exasperated and annoyed man in the world: “CHOCOLATE. ECLAIRS??” and nothing else

the mexican man who wanted a “3 milks cake” and looked so broken and confused when i finally realized he wanted Tres Leches, and i could figure that out but not when it was in english. rip sir

that woman who went “no no no. i hate buttercream, hate hate HATE IT” like a child when i asked her if i could use choc buttercream instead of the whipped i was out of. you live in my brain maam

her mirrorverse self who was so disgusted with our whipped icing that she told us we should stop stocking it. period. because she didn’t like it.

people not understanding wtf copyright and copyright infringement are

“do you have cookie cakes?” when they’re standing right in front of the rack

“how much is that” when the price is right in front of them both in the case and on a giant screen above my head

“what cake flavor/kind of icing is this?” when there is a sticker for each on the freaking container

“can i have a cake made for an hour from now?” no

people not knowing what freaking colors they’re talking about and getting upset when i didn’t get it right (teal and turquoise are not the same color. you don’t know what indigo is.)

this one is entirely staff related but that time i literally almost broke my own toe when i kicked the freezer door in rage after my coworker let me down (again) by screwing up every order for that morning, most importantly one that was for the deacon of my church. wildly enough he didn’t come back after that

and now. the names and phrases

happy birthday poopoo head (x3)

alexzandrew (made his cake every year. for the record he’s 7 and goes by just alex now. i would too kid)

britten

mei-ling (this is only notable because it was for a freaking shitzu)

lyrch

jerith (yes like the goblin king)

loki (okay marvel fan girl)

congratulations pastor X of X church and happy birthday you are blessed and we love you (this is made up but this lady would order paragraphs like this all the time)

what i swear was half the bible

so many more names that made me want to cry or hold back laughter. mckarty and taylee level stuff but somehow worse

there are many, MANY more but i worked there for 5 years and didn’t write anything down so these are just off the top of my head. and to give you an idea of why i quit, i made 111 of the 124 easter cakes we had to make this season :) just as one example

[chaosduckies]

>:3 I DREW THEMMMMMMM YIPEEEEE and ryker is very eepyyy

AGHHHHHH

THIS IS SO ADORABLE IM GONNA EXPLODE

Awww Nathan is so adorable- Ryker is definitely eepy all the time lol. My two precious OC’s ❤️

I absolutely love this and get ready for revenge… (I know your OC’s you cannot escape me)

Thank you so much though this made my day :D

[5sospenguinqueen]

No Boys Club | Dad! Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando Norris has a very public freak out when his daughter comes home with flowers from a boy.

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, overprotective dad behaviour 

Requested: yes by anon. i made them about 5 instead of 3 because the pictures i found are a bit older

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landonorris someone tell this little lady to stop growing up

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carlossainz55 wait, what happened to the little baby you used to swing around the paddock? who allowed this to happen?

→ landonorris don’t get me started. i keep telling y/n to figure out how to make it stop 

georgerussell63 still have no idea how you ended up with such a cute, calm kid

→ its_yn that was all me

→ landonorris hey, i contributed 

→ maxfewtrell for like two seconds liked by its_yn

→ landonorris you take that back! 

user1 i love how every pic of little norris with y/n is really cute and serene but any time we see her with just lando, it’s chaos 

→ user2 she matches each parent’s energy perfectly 

maxverstappen1 i might need you to teach me how to do hair bows 

→ landonorris bring P over, we’ll have a hair afternoon

→ user3 i love girl dad lando so much 

→ its_yn me too 

oscarpiastri were the hair bows y/n’s choice?

→ its_yn nope. lando made a whole drawer just for her hair bows, and he picks them out the night before so i have to plan her outfits around them 

→ mclaren guess who’s telling the design team to start making hair bows asap 

its_yn posted a new story

alex_albon replied you didn’t put a bow in her hair today? → lando is going to freak → its_yn he’s too busy freaking out about his little girl getting flowers off a boy  → alex_albon i know 😂 he was in the middle of the paddock having a fit  → i’m sure you’ll see gifs of it later on twitter 

alexandrasaintmleux replied of course they were orange flowers  → its_yn setting me up for a lifetime of orange → alexandrasaintmleux at least little norris’ new boyfriend has taste  → its_yn reacted with “😂”

charles_leclerc replied has lando seen this yet? → never mind. i’ve just heard a high-pitched screech come from the mclaren garage  → i’d like to thank you for sabotaging lando in this way, so ferrari can get ahead in the constructors  → its_yn forza ferrari sempre → just don’t publicly thank me 

landonorris posted a new story

carlossainz55 replied why are you threatening children  → landonorris because they’re trying to take my baby away from me → carlossainz55 how you managed to get a woman pregnant, i will never know 

maxverstappen1 replied do you want me to help you beat up a child?  → landonorris thank you. you’re the only one understanding my crash out  → maxverstappen1 i don’t think that’s the defence you think it is 

its_yn replied baby, you can not attack a child → landonorris why not → its_yn well, for one, you’re on the other side of the world → landonorris hence why i’m learning how to teleport!  → i thought we understood each other → its_yn i thought i understood how insane you are → but every day you show me new levels of crazy 

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its_yn when dad’s away 

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landonorris wtaf, babe

landonorris when i told you to take care of my girls, that meant keeping the both of you away from the male species 

landonorris can’t believe this is what you do when i go away for a race 

landonorris this is why i didn’t want to go 

landonorris gonna throw myself in front of max’s car

→ maxverstappen1 i’m not cleaning you off my visor  

user4 i can’t tell if it’s the style but yn’s top seems to stick out a bit 👀

→ user5 ugh. don't be one of those people

mclaren we’ve seen enough. little norris can have lando’s seat next year 

→ its_yn so i can listen to him whine about that? no thanks 

charles_leclerc i hear the italian anthem calling me

→ its_yn shhhh. we had a deal 

landonorris i’m actually going to end it all

→ its_yn i gave you a baby. what more do you want 

→ landonorris for my baby to never look at another man

→ its_yn i’m leaving you 

→ landonorris i’d like to see you try. you won’t run very far 

maxfewtrell it’s nice to see she didn’t inherit her father’s talent. she smoked me

→ landonorris is my suffering a joke to you? have i not been punished enough?

→ maxfewtrell yes

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[petew21-blog]

Homophobic gym teacher, part 2

I was almost afraid to go to sleep after fucking Jake last night. He went off back home with a sore ass. No wonder when Mr. Mills’s dick is so huge, he’s extremely hung! I am now, hehe.

So yeah, I was afraid that we might switch back. And guess what?! Fuck yeah we didn’t. Shut, I’m already thinking more swear words than before, guess that must be a side effect of being in Mr. Mills’s body. Or of having such a huge body!

Oh man, I freaking love the pecs. I don’t know if I’d rather keep this body or be someone else to enjoy this body from a different point of view. It sure is a big change from my regular body. I wonder how Mr. Mills is doing in mine. Screw that idiot, I’ll enjoy a lot of him today at school. Gotta start the morning right first!

I pulled the briefs and set free my new manhood, already semi-hard

After enjoying a nice jerk-off session, for the first time in my life just appreciating my body, I went to the shower to clean myself off.

I have to find a way to stay in this body, this is something that I just can’t give up.

I stood naked in the bathroom, watching my reflection. Doing poses. I got a bit curious. I searched and found a tape measure. “Let’s see how big you really are.” I jerked it a bit to get hard again, which didn’t take me long. “Holy shit… Daddy is hung!”

Suddenly my phone vibrated. Unknown number. It was a text from Jake.”Are you still him?”

I called him on facetime. “Sup fag.”

Jake:”Dude, you’re still in his body! That is so amazing!”

Me:”How is your ass?”

Jake:”Hurts like hell, but definitely worth it. I can’t wait to see you again.”

Me:”We gotta be careful around Mills and others, ok?”

Jake:”But what if I’ll be too horny? I tasted blood and I want moooore!”

Me:”Can’t get enough of these bad boys?” I said and flexed.

Jake:”Oh man. I wanna tell everyone that Mills fucked me. Wait… is that tape measurei n your hand? You dirty bastard. So how big is it?” Me:”Almost nine freaking inches! Crazy right?!”

Jake:”Yeah, my ass agrees.”

A text from my number came:”Pick me up in 15 minutes”

Me:”Fuck, it’s Mills. He wants me to pick him up. He probably wants to talk about what we’re gonna do at school.”

Jake:”Dude, you’re gonna have to teach!”

I froze. Fuck, Mills is a teacher. Yeah, he teaches PE, but he also teaches healthcare sometimes.

Me:”What am I gonna do? I don’t know anything that Mills does. What if they figure it out?”

Jake:”Don’t worry they won’t. They’ll just think that Mills didn’t sleep well today.”

Me:”Ok, maybe he’ll tell me what to do. See you soon.”

Jake:”See you, daddy” Jake responded, winking.

I looked at myself in the mirror. So far I could only enjoy the fruits of this swap. Now came the hard part. Pretending to be the other person.

I saw my muscles again. God how beautiful I am now. Like a Greek god. I flexed my biceps and snapped a photo for later.

Time to head out.

I picked up Mr. Mills already waiting at the curb in front of my house looking frustrated.

He got in the car without saying anything first.

Mills:”Just drive”

Me:”Where? The school doesn’t start for another hour.”

Mills:”I’ll tell you how to pretend to be me.” he said in a bored, emotionless tone

Me:”Are you ok?”

Mills:”Of course I’m not fucking ok. I lost my hot body to an alien student. How the fuck do you think I feel?!”

I stopped the car. This crossed a line. “Look. I’m not the one who caused this, but if you’re gonna keep on with that racist bullshit, I’m gonna destroy your life, understand? Not only will I get you fired, but I’ll make you a gay pornstar. Besides, do you see you muscles? I’ll beat your ass. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but you’re not caucasian now, so maybe all of this is just a lesson for you to be more empathetic. So do not tempt me! Understand?!”

Mills had fear plastered all over his face. No one probably threatened him in years. He responded quietly:”Understand.”

I kept on driving. We stopped at the parking lot in front of school. I gave him some brief info about my classes and told him to mostly stick to Jake, not to stand out and not to swear. He then told me what classes he had today and for the healthcare lessons he instructed me to play a movie. Easy. We decided to meet afterschool in the gym. We’d try to switch back.

He left the car right after Jake arrived. Mills looked puzzled from my monologue before and Jake probably noticed. They were walking towards school. Jake turned his head at me and winked. As a reward I flashed him a biceps flex and smiled.

The PE was pretty easy. I just used a whistle, kept on encouraging them and tried not to scream. Some of the students that were usually scared to even enter the room looked more comfortable today.

But the healthcare classes started horribly. The first class was supposed to be about healthy diet and exercise. The movie that Mills recommended wasn’t available, so I had to improvise. Then I figured I could turn this around. I picked four guys in the class who I knew were gym rats. I took off my shirt and started flexing in front of them. I instructed one of them to come and point at the muscles and the class had to name the muscles. How interactive of me, right? Maybe I should consider being a teacher. Most of the class was amused and I even saw one girl taking a quick photo of me.

I thought that everything went smoothly, until I was called into the principal’s office. Yes, me. As Mr. Mills.

I entered the room.

Principal:”Hello, Carl. Sit down, please.”

I did as instructed and watched the principal unsure what was about to happen.

Principal:”Carl, I’m gonna give you one last chance ok.”

Me:”What do you mean?”

Principal:”It’s one thing that you’re screaming at the students, calling them out for their sexual orientation or personal beliefs. I even protected you when the students came to tell me you were hitting on the older students. But today a student came to me to show me a photo of you, shirtless in the class, showing off in front of them. What were you thinking?”

Me:”We were supposed to talk about exercise. I felt that showing the groups of muscles would be interactive and motivational.”

Principal:”That’s not how the mothers of these students will see it. They think you are preying on them. Begging me to fire you.”

Me:”I don’t know what to say.”

Principal:”Don’t say anything. Just don’t make me do the worst. This is your last chance. Leave.”

I left the office feeling kinda bad and angry at Mills. Hitting on students at school? What was he thinking? Yeah I fucked Jake last night, but that’s something different. I’ll have to be more careful from now on.

I met Mills at the gym. We tried recreating the moment, but besides a few bruises, nothing happened. Mills even cried for a moment.

I suggested that he could show me how to work out in his body so that I would maintain his routine. This seemed to get him excited.

Working out at the gym was pretty easy. This body is really strong and used to all of this. It even started to feel good and fun, as if exercising regularly didn’t have to necessarily be painful and boring.

Mills left to go to the bathroom. I snapped a quick photo after posing in the mirror.

Mills:”We said no photos!”

Me:”Yeah we did, except you’re posting these superficial gym photos on your Insta every day. So I figured if we don’t want to let others know about this…”

Mills thought about it for a while and then took the phone from me. He added some hashtags and edited the photo.

We didn’t go to the shower and headed straight to the car. I took him home. We sat quietly in the car for a moment.

Me:”I got a warning from the principal today. He said that it’s your last chance for all the hitting on students and my failure today.”

Mills:”Screw that cocksucker. He thinks he knows what he’s doing and he doesn’t. Maybe just lay low before we fix all of this.”

Me:”Fine, ready to go? I think my mom wants to do quesadillas today. So you better go and help her out.”

Mills looked nervous all of a sudden

Me:”Everything ok? You don’t like Mexican food or what?”

Mills had tears in his eyes again. “No, the food is amazing. And your family is really nice. I am a bit jealous to be honest. My family is broken and we don’t talk to each other. So this is really nice.”

Me:”Ok, I am actually glad you get to experience that. So why the tears?”

Mills:”I… I can’t speak spanish. I don’t know what they say to me most of the time…”

I laughed it off and told him the most common phrases that the González family uses the most. He felt relieved when he found out that it’s a bit repetitive and left the car.

I arrived at Mills' house. Finally alone. I didn’t even take off my clothes soaked from the sweat after the workout. I just entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. I even used the cold water this time! I took the shower head all the way to my face and let the water run down all over my body.

The shirt soaked in the water and soon became transparent. My nipples struggling to pierce the fabric. The wet shirt hugging my frame was a nice touch to the feeling of being big and bulky. I still can’t believe why Mills wouldn’t just stay at home all the time and just appreciate his body. I would.

I placed the shower head back and took off the shirt.

Releasing my imprisoned pecs. Finally being able to feel them and touch them. My dick was getting hard again just after the simple touch alone. I took a bit of shampoo and washed my hair, massaging my scalp. After that I leaned my head backwards and just let the water do it’s thing. I thought about jerking off right there, but maybe waiting for Jake would be better.

I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and texted him.

“Hey, is your ass ready for another round?”

Jake:”Sorry, daddy. Family dinner. Can’t make it tonight.”

“Dude, we don’t know how long I have left in this body. You’d just waste it?”

Jake:”I know… but you know my parents. And trying to come up with an excuse for visiting my teacher in the evening is not really strong against them. Sorry”

I threw the phone on the couch

“Ok, so what now.” I looked around the room. Not really happy that I’d be alone here tonight.

Maybe I don’t have to be…

I downloaded Grindr. Set a profile picture. Sure, but some people might know who MIlls is. Maybe just his chest will work. I found some briefs in the bedroom and approached the mirror. 

“Yeah this is good. I’ll edit the head out.” Maybe I was being too soft on Mills, but I kind of didn’t want to cause too much trouble for him. Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t screw around in his body, but fuck it. A MAN has needs. And I surely am a really BIG one now.

I set up the photo, maybe revealing a bit too much.

But the messages kept flowing in. I could choose someone! Me! I tried Grindr before, but I guess my blank profile wasn’t exactly popular at the time. Now, everybody wanted to fuck me.

I decided to pick one guy. Hot body, twink, young, not too far and has a car. I texted him the address and waited. I remained just in briefs before he arrived and rang the bell at the front door.

I went to open them. To my surprise, my bully Alex stood there. Alex was shocked just as I was.

Alex:”Oh. I think I have the wrong address. I am so sorry, Mr. Mills.”

I didn’t really want anyone to know about this, but nevermind. There is no going back. “Alex, wait. The address is ok. Come in. I won’t hurt you.” I invited him and asked him to go to the living room.

Even with all of these muscles, I was still just a scared little nerd, that this guy in front of me would beat me up. But this time he acted differently. Oh right, that’s because he’s afraid of Mr. Mills. And now, he went for a hookup and to his surprise his teacher opened the door. I know he’s rethinking whole life right now.

Me:”You want anything to drink, Alex?”

Alex:” Ehm.. ugh… no I, I think I’m ok. Thank you.”

Me:”So Alex. By your profile I suggest you’re a bottom, if you were honest?”

Alex:”Yeah. No. It was just a joke. I have a girlfriend. I should go.”

Me:”Oh come on. I won’t tell anyone. I can be discreet. Only if you can be.”

Alex:”I can.”

Me:”Then there is nothing to worry about. Is it?” I said and leaned in closer. Jesus, it’s my second day of being in my teacher’s body and I was already on my way to sleep with a second student of mine.

We started making out on the couch. Our tongues twisting in our mouths. My hands wrapping around him as I felt his hands travel onto my stomach and my chest. Playing with my new pecs. My dick got hard and it was pretty obvious to Alex, who immediately got his hands on it. 

Me:”You like it?”

Alex nodded and I saw the lust in his eyes.

Me:”Wanna take all of this to the shower?”

I picked him up from the couch and carried him all the way to the bathroom. Turning on the red light and hot water. The combination of these things must have worked, because Alex stripped himself and immediately started worshiping my muscles.

Me:”Call me daddy”

Alex:”I…”

Me:”Call me daddy and tell me what you want from daddy.”

Alex:”I want your… dick. In my mouth… daddy.”

I put my hand on the top of his head and pushed him on his knees, shoving my dick into his mouth. Gently, but still with a bit of a force. I started thrusting as Alex wrapped his lips around the head of my shaft. I pushed so hard that he started gagging. But I could see in his eyes that he was finally happy. I pulled him back up by his hair and arm.

I turned him around and pushed him against the wall.

Me:”Be good for daddy and say that you want me to fuck you.”

Alex:”Fuck me, daddy!”

I squished a bit of lube that I conveniently got ready before, into my hand and put my fingers into his hairy ass. I found the prostate and started going in and out, making him moan out loud.

I pushed in my dick and wrapped my hand around his throat from behind, suffocating him a bit. With my other hand, I helped myself get fully inside and then I pulled his head back by the hair. My thrusts were smooth, but fast. Soon, Alex was screaming and moaning. I made him call me daddy several times after that. And for the first time in my life I shot my load on someone’s face.

Alex left that evening happy and finally satisfied. I asked him again for discretion and went off to sleep.

The next morning started off exactly as our second. We still did not swap back. I picked up Mills and we headed to school. But this time, the principal invited me to his office before the classes started.

He did not look happy.

Principal:”I am truly sorry to tell you this, but I have to let you go.”

Me:”Why? Is it the mother of the student?” I immediately thought that this would be about last night with Alex

Principal:”Look, I told you that you have one last chance. Unfortunately, most of the parents signed a petition to let you go. My hands are tight on this matter.”

Me:”Sir, but you said that all will be forgotten if I…” Principal:”I know what I said. I’m just saying that there is tension right now and it is easier for me to let you go. This petition was started by the González family after you verbally attacked their son during lessons. But many parents signed as well.”

Fuck. Now I was the one who got him fired.

Shit. What do I tell Mr. Mills?

Part 1:

Part 3: coming soon

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 20

starring: johnny storm x male reader x reed richards

request: Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

warnings: smut, cusring, oral sex, face fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, threesome, cheating!reed richards

with the whole building being empty it would be such a shame to not seize the opportunity for johnny to fuck you after not being able to for weeks due to the overwhelming amount of work.

johnny having you stood up as he fucked you deeply, he was spewing all kinds of shit in your ear "your ass feels so fuckin' good, i wanna give you all my cum so bad, i wish you could get pregnant" sometimes he was dumb but he was hot so it evens out.

but to the dismay of reed who was trying to get some sleep, but with being awoken by your slutty moans reaching down the hall, his cock hardening in his pants and after not being able to get off or have sex with sue in forever he was definitely complementing fucking you too.

but after hearing the way you moaned and praised the way johnny was fucking you he lifted out of his bed and walked to johnnys room, opening the door to see your ass getting plowed by johnny while standing up, but that didn't stop johnny.

meanwhile you were freaking out trying to stop him "you just gonna stand there or are you gonna get to fucking" johnny calmly said as he angled you towards a horny and sexually pent up reed, and what else could he do with a fine man like yourself right in front of him and an aching cock in between his legs, fuck you dumb.

he gives you a sloppy kiss before moving your head down to his crotch. bringing his cock out of his joggers to then slip into your mouth, his hands tightly holding your throat to fuck your throat like a sex toy.

"fuck it feels so good" he whimpers out, falling apart at the mere feeling of your tight mouth walls taking his whole length "i know right, got him all stretched out myself" johnny brags making your roll your eyes at his cockiness.

you mouth felt way better than that of sues, every night reed tried to have sex with sue she would deny him so after a few night of that you get a pent up man who needs to get of right then and right there and luckily you were the one to help him.

his thrusts into your mouth become deeper and harder as he closes in on his climax "shit can i cum down his throat" reed asks, wanting to make sure it's okay with you "don't worry y/n loves getting his holes used and cummed in, right baby" johnny asks to which your reply with a gargled 'mhm'.

reed gives a couple more thrusts into your mouth before filling you with his cum, johnny following close behind with his load spurting into your hole, filling you from both ends, lucky you, "thank you for that" reed says pulling out and putting his joggers back on.

"where do you think you're goin' you still got another hole to fill" you say panting and pulling your ass to the side and letting johnnys load drip down your leg, pulling reed back in, the fucking went on all night before sue and thing got back, you all acted like you just chilled the whole day but it was pretty obvious with that new limp you had.

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[mywritersmind]

SWINGING AROUND - KA12

kimi antonelli spiderman au

summary : You’ve thought a lot about the local hero. Wondered who was behind the mask… never did you ever think you would find out by him banging on your window, bloody and bruised. Especially when he takes his mask off and you realize he’s been a lot closer than you expected.

listen up : kissing! swearing! kimi antonelli is spiderman ok. bestfriends to lovers. lol i replaced aunt may with uncle toto

word count : 2282

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I jump when something hits my window, the rain is hammering down through the night sky and disturbs the peace of my candle and book.

As I spin around in my chair, expecting a branch or smashed bird… What I do not expect, is fucking spiderman.

My heart is beating a thousand miles per minute just as he reaches up and tugs off his mask. What. The. Fuck.

I’ve wondered a lot about our little neighborhood web shooter… everyone has. Maybe I've gotten a little too interested in the man over the past few months. But in all my thoughts and hopes of him being a certain way, I never once expected my best friend.

Because that’s who is outside my window right now, his gloved hand pushing against the glass as if he’s trying to hold himself up.

I practically shoot out of my chair, throwing my window open as he slumps against the sill. “Kimi.” I let out, the cold air hitting me almost as hard as my current shock.

“I…” He breathes out, his eyes meeting mine, “I didn’t know where else to go.” I now realize the state of him, his face is cut, as well as his suit.

“What the fuck, Antonelli.” I keep my voice down, very aware of my sleeping parents in the next room.

“I’ll explain… just-” he goes to move but winces, “Help.” I shake my head, leaving him in the windowsill now that rain has stopped and hurrying into my bathroom.

I come back quickly with a wet towel. “Kimi you better not be telling me you’ve been risking your life every day after school!”

He smirks a bit as I run the wet towel over the front of his suit where it’s cut and he’s bleeding, “Before school too…”

I push the towel harder against him, “You’re an idiot.”

“Ow!” He groans loudly, my hand slapping over his mouth to quiet him. I can feel his fucking smile against my hand as his eyes bore into me.

“This is why you’ve been ditching me lately!?” I take my hand off him, whispering, “Playing superhero!? I mean- what the fuck.” I repeat for the thousandth time, “How are you even- I mean how did you- You have powers!”

His breath is calmer now as he raises his wrist and, (like it’s absolutely nothing) sprays a clean line of webs from his fucking skin.

I move the towel to his face, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“I thought you’d be happy… you’ve always had a thing for spidey.” He says mischievously as I scoff and start on his face, “Alright alright… I'm sorry. I didn’t want to put you in danger.”

“Danger!? Kimi, how bad could neighborhood crime be?”

He motions down to his hurt body. I shut my mouth, wiping his face gently and pretending like I can’t feel his hot eyes on me. His curls are wet, dripping onto my hand and into my room.

My hand is on his neck as the other tends to his cuts and bruises. I can’t believe this, he’s here, in my room, and while I'm freaking out, he’s cracking jokes.

“Does anyone know?” He shakes his head, finally looking a bit sad for once. “Kimi. Why?”

“I couldn’t put that on anyone.” He mumbles.

“You’re ridiculous in thinking I would care. And you’re ridiculous for thinking it’s not the coolest thing that’s ever happened to you.” He smiles at this.

“I know it is… it’s just- not all great.”

I do not like his tone. “What’d you do, Antonelli?”

He shakes his head, “It’s fine. I’m just- sorry to drop in on you like this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“You better be.” I shove his shoulder instinctively, cursing myself when he winces, “Shit. Sorry.”

The wind has died down, though it hasn’t stopped the goosebumps on my legs. I’m blaming the cold because there’s no way I'm admitting that Kimi might have something to do with it.

“So. Go on then.” I say as I wipe blood from his jaw. He looks at me confused, “Since you're suddenly superhuman, I'd like to know what I'm dealing with so I don’t freak when you morph into an actual spider.”

He chuckles, “Luckily for both of us, it’s pretty simple. Sticky hands, the webs come from my wrist…” I give a little brow raise, teasing him as he rolls his eyes, “Only my wrists. I have crazy good hearing and this sort of sixth sense…”

“Like an intuition? Or like that thing Ken has when Barbies in trouble?” I say it so casually that it makes him laugh so unexpectedly that he has to hold his stomach from pain.

“Sure. Also my eyes are insanely clear.”

“That’s why you haven’t been wearing your glasses!” I poke his eye, “I’ll miss them.” He looked sickeningly good with them on, like a sort of evil nerd that i’d want to-

“Well Uncle Toto doesn’t know so I have to walk around the house half blind.” I smile at his humor, “That’s all, I think.”

I run my hand down his arm, understanding the sudden shift in his body as I meet his biceps, “And your suit…?”

He bites back a grin at my words, he always does it before he geeks out or talks himself up. “I made it.” He goes on to tell me every little step, compound, and reused material he scrounged up to make this pretty high tech suit.

I’ve heard Kimi talk about his inventions more than a hundred times in my life, but never have I seen him so interested in one subject.

“Seems like it’s gonna need some TLC after tonight.” I move my hand down his chest, pulling at the broken fabric.

He just shrugs, “I’ve remade it a thousand times, it’s easy.” Of course it is. Kimi remembers every detail about everything… ever.

I haven’t even realized until now, but his hand has been on my leg the whole time my hands have been all over him. When he notices that I've noticed, I expect him to pull away like the nerdy embarrassed Kimi I know.

But he doesn’t. He sits up straighter and pushes his hand slowly up my bare leg. “Thank you.”

“A couple rags isn’t much to thank me for.” My breath is quicker now, my voice quieter.

A small smile tugs at his lips, “Well it’s either that or I would be limping into my house all bloody just to give Toto a heart attack.”

I put the towel down beside me, “I’m really scared for you.” He’s looking at me as if I'm the only person in the world, sometimes I feel like that about him.

“Don’t be.” He whispers and suddenly I wonder when we got so close. His nose is an inch from mine, his eyes flickering down to my lips. He tilts his head a bit, “Still got a thing for spiderman?”

I want to laugh but I think I'm frozen in place. It’s the first time he’s audibly said it. “Depends. Does spiderman have a thing for me?”

His eyes are trained on my lips now, “I think he’d be a real idiot not to.”

I lean in, closing the gap as every part of my body catches fire. He’s weak, I know that. But he’s also not the same little Kimi I grew up with.

His hand reaches my waist and tugs me closer, kissing me sweetly. His lips are soft besides the tiny cut which I quickly forget about when he slips his tongue into my mouth.

He smiles against my lips. “I can feel your heartbeat, you know.”

I laugh into him, my tone playful as I move my hand into his curls, “I can’t really control that when I'm around you.”

He mumbles what I think is a curse in italian, kissing me again as I giggle like a fucking schoolgirl.

Then, there’s a knock at the door.

I don’t mean to push him off my windowsill, but I definitely do. He lands on the fire escape with a thud and a groan, “Sh!” I mouth at him before running over to my door, “Yes?” I don’t open it.

It’s my dad. “You okay, hun? I thought I heard something.”

“Yup! A bird hit my window I think.” I look over to Kimi who’s eyeing me annoyingly.

“Want me to check?” His words make my heart rate spike and the next thing I know, my door is open and I'm shoving my hands behind my back. I don’t know if they have blood on them but I really don’t want to find out with my father.

My eyes bolt to the window, my curtains blowing in the wind and (thankfully) no sign of Kimi. “It’s okay dad!” I say quickly, “All good, I think it flew away.”

He nods suspiciously, eyeing my floor and the towels that are definitely bloody but I'm saved by the darkness. “Did you leave your window open when it rained?”

“Oh the rain like- just stopped. I wanted to check on the bird and maybe try to help it and you know you’re supposed to carry them with a towel but then I couldn’t find it and there was already water everywhere so-“

“Yeah alright sweetie.” I think I just yapped my way out of him checking more, “Sweet dreams.”

The second he’s gone, I let out a sigh of relief. Walking over to my open window, I peak out and whisper, “Antonelli?”

I jump again when I find him upside down in front of my face. He’s smirking and holding onto a web that’s strung from above. Shit, even upside down he’s cute as hell.

“He gone?”

I roll my eyes, “Yes. Come inside.” I turn around and shake my head, this night keeps surprising me. I grab the bag of mini kitkats and turn back to him, “Kitkat?”

He walks forward, “I don’t want chocolate right now, Y/n.”

“Too bad.” I throw him the bag and he catches it in an instant. Wow, that's weird. “You’re hurt.”

“You were healing me pretty well before…” He backs me into the desk, placing the bag next to me and bracing himself on either side of me.

“Don’t you need to get home?” I ask, pretending that I'm not thinking about his half naked body that’s severely close to me right now.

“Toto thinks I'm staying at Ned’s.”

“So then go there and stop bothering me.” I cross my arms in front of my chest.

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“It’s that fucking sixth sense isn’t it? Your little spidey tingle.” His smile drops.

“Don’t call it that.”

“You need to change, you're dripping on my floor.” I eye the water around him but he doesn’t move.

“Y/n…” His voice is soft, yet demanding.

“Kimi. You’re hurt. I don’t want to make it worse-” He cuts me off with a kiss, it's light, his hands aren’t on me, and he steps back a second later.

For some reason, I'm more breathless than before. “You left some clothes here, they’re under my sink, I think.” I turn back to my desk, pretending that stupid bag of chocolate is more important than my best friend kissing me.

He comes back showered and in shorts. Only shorts. I blink.

I close my book that I didn’t read a word of, “You’ve seen me without my shirt before.” He points out, sipping the water I got for him.

“Not like… that.” I motion to him, and to his abs. He shakes his head and practically jumps into bed next to me, “Kimi.”

“Y/n!” He matches my tone, putting his arms over my lap and resting his head on them. He looks up at me like a puppy dog, “Would you like me to put a sweatshirt on?”

“If you’re going to be sleeping next to me I'd prefer it.” I say it as if it’s a business deal. He just smiles and rolls over as if he wasn’t beat up, which I still don’t know what he was beat up by.

He riffles through my closet, “Oh my god! I’ve been looking for this!” He turns around with his midtown high sweatshirt.

I cover my face with my book, laughing at the betrayed look on his face as he pulls it on. “It’s so comfortable!” I argue.

He shakes his head and lays next to me again. I sit up and criss cross my legs, “I have like a million questions.”

He nods and yawns, “Hm…”

“Like who fought you, or what fought you?” He shakes his head, already closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around my stomach and pulling me into him so I'm laying practically on him. “You’re gonna have to tell me if you want to kiss me.”

Without missing a beat, he kisses my cheek. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He whispers into my hair and without being asked, slings a web over to my dim lamp and tugs so it turns off.

“Kimi.” I whisper as his hand drifts under my shirt. Not in a provocative way, just like he wants to stay close to me. I like this new us. “I’m serious about you not getting hurt.”

“Part of gig, unfortunately.” He rubs his fingers softly over my stomach, “But I'll try, for you.”

I smile in the darkness, his breathing right in my ear and as calm as ever. I close my eyes, feeling him so close and comfortable. I move my hand to his and without words, we intertwine our hands together.

[worldlxvlys]

i can’t stop thinking abt these clips so i was thinking of an idea for a fanfic where reader sees these clips and notices that it looks like matt enjoys it so she gets an idea to ride him and choke and cover his mouth with her hand to muffle his moans and it turns him on

please 🙏 this would be so hot 😫

drive you crazy

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttttt, degradation, choking, use of blindfold, p in v, cream pie, squirting, cursing

a/n: enjoyyyy 🫶🏾🫶🏾

every time i opened up tik tok, i was met with my boyfriend’s face.

i tended to like and repost the fans’ edits of the triplets, so it wasn’t unusual for my for you page to be filled with them.

lately, however, i’ve been seeing a clip from one specific car video more and more frequently.

“how disrespectful is this motion, matt?” chris asked as he reached his hand to matt’s face, covering his mouth.

matt’s head fell forward as chris let go, smiling and covering his face with his hands.

“ohhh that drives you crazy, i know it did” chris yelled.

chris did the motion again, covering his mouth as matt continued to smile.

chris was right, it was driving him crazy.

i quickly saved the video, before continuing to rewatch it several times.

when i scrolled, the next video was an edit of nick choking matt.

his hands wrapped around matt’s neck from behind, and matt’s head fell back.

his eyes closed as his mouth hung open, he clearly enjoyed it.

i felt a dull aching between my thighs as i rewatched the clip.

i saved the video, before an idea popped into my head.

on my way out, i spotted matt’s white bandana laying on my desk.

i had been meaning to give it back to him since i realized he left it here.

i quickly grabbed it before heading out, sticking it in my pocket.

when i got to his house, i let myself in. i passed chris and nick in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before making my way to matt’s room.

when i walked in, i was met with the sight of matt sitting at the edge of his bed, naked.

he held his phone in one hand, jacking himself off with the other.

he was letting out light grunts as his hand slid up and down his hard cock.

i closed and locked the door quickly behind me, before making my way over to him.

“what are you looking at?” i asked as i glanced at his phone.

“you” he whispered as he showed me the mirror pictures that i had sent him.

“i’m right here, baby” i spoke as i grabbed his jaw, pulling his lips to mine.

he moaned into the kiss as he placed his phone down on the bed, his hands wrapping around my waist.

“you said i could do anything, right?” i asked as my lips hovered over his.

“of course, i trust you ma” he responded, gently rubbing his thumb against my waist.

“good” i said before wrapping my hand around his throat, watching his eyes roll back immediately.

he let out a low moan as i squeezed my hand, applying light pressure to his throat.

“you like that, matt?” i asked.

his eyes fluttered open, half-lidded as his mouth opened slightly. he nodded his head slowly in response.

i used the grip i had on his neck to pull his lips back to mine.

“fuck” he whimpered against my lips. “i need you so bad, it hurts” he said as he squeezed my arm lightly.

“yeah? scooch back” i said as i pulled my shirt and bra off.

he obliged, moving back towards the headboard to lean his back against it.

when i pulled off my pants, matt’s bandana fell out of my pocket.

once i pulled off my panties, i grabbed it off of the floor, planning on placing it on his nightstand.

seeing it in my hand, he perked up slightly. “you’re gonna blindfold me?” his eyes widened slightly, but the tone of his voice almost sounded excited.

i tilted my head at him, before crawling onto his lap.

“you want me to blindfold you? such a little freak” i spoke as i gripped his jaw, tilting his head back.

“i love it” i grinned down at him before tying the bandana around his eyes.

he looked so good, and it only made me wetter.

i waved my hand in front of his face, checking to make sure he couldn’t see anything.

when he didn’t react, i grabbed his hand and pulled it down to my pussy.

his fingers ran through my folds, making us both moan out.

“you feel how wet you make me, matt?” i asked, eliciting another moan from him.

i pulled his hand to my mouth, making him gasp in surprise at the feeling of my tongue swirling around his fingers.

“oh my- please, please, i need you so bad. don’t tease me, please” he whined.

in response to his neediness, i wasted no time in lining him up with my entrance and sinking down on him.

“ohhh my god” he groaned loudly, making me place my hand over his mouth.

“shhh, don’t want your brothers to hear” i whispered into his ear.

he groaned and whined into my hand continuously as i began to find my rhythm, bouncing up and down on his cock.

his fingers dug into my waist, his head flying back.

the headboard thumped against the wall as i rolled and lifted my hips on him.

“how you feeling, matt?” i asked as i continued my movements.

MATT’S POV

“how you feeling matt?”

how am i feeling?

i had never felt this much pleasure at once and i could barely handle it.

the way she silenced my moans with her hand was driving me crazy.

due to my sight being taken away, all of my other senses were heightened.

not being able to see allowed me to focus on the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

her walls gripped my dick tightly, holding onto me as she slid up and down my length.

if she was tired, she didn’t show it as she continued to fuck me at a relentless pace.

she seemed to keep her composure, keeping her moans low enough for only me to hear them.

i heard the soft moans clearly as her mouth was right next to my ear.

“you look so pretty like this, matt. how does it feel to know that you’re powerless? can’t talk, can’t see. just gotta take whatever i do to you” she whispered.

my eyes rolled into the back of my head when she choked me again.

“love this blindfold on you, but i wanna see the pretty faces you make when you cum inside of me” she said before pulling the blindfold off, throwing it to the side.

i moaned loudly into her hand at the sight of her tits bouncing in front of my face.

i looked down at where our bodies met, watching her take me effortlessly.

she moved her face closer to mine, her nose hitting mine as her hand pressed harder against my mouth.

“i told you to be quiet” she whispered down to me.

she glared at me squeezing the hand around my throat, as my head dropped back into the headboard.

“look at me” she spoke as she tilted my head down to look at her.

“you gonna cum?” she asked, making me nod quickly in response.

“yeah? do it. fuck your cum into me, matt.” i cried out into her hand as my body tensed up.

i held her hips down against me as i shot my load deep inside of her, coating her walls with my cum.

“f-fuck, i’m cumming” she moaned out as she moved her hand from my mouth, her head falling onto my shoulder.

“i got you, baby. let it out” i whispered as i hugged her close to me.

she gasped as her body shook against mine, her arms wrapping around my shoulders.

she lifted herself off of me, her juices shooting out of her and onto my dick.

“fuck” i groaned in surprise at the feeling of her pleasure dripping down my length.

i watched as my seed dripped out of her stretched hole and down her thigh.

“god damn” she whispered as she laid down next to me, catching her breath.

“so” she began, a cheeky grin forming on her face, “did you like it?”

i rolled my eyes at her playfully, shaking my head, “shut up”

“hey, i’m not the one the was whimpering and moaning uncontrollably”

“and who’s fault is that ?” i asked, raising my eyebrows at her.

she shot me a small grin in response.

she got up, holding her hand out to me, “let me clean you up in the shower?”

“yeah” i agreed.

“do you need help getting there…or?” she teased.

i grabbed a pillow off of the bed and chucked it at her, making her burst out laughing.

“i just wanna make sure you aren’t sore!”

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[n0rmal-cat]

Yandere cashier x murder reader

[little freak in the 80s]

you were an unredeemable monster, that's what the newspaper would have society believe. they never do talk about the victims morality when they die, but that didn't matter nothing did because you were a monster.

You walked through the rainy streets the sounds of the bustling city drowning out the man you left behind in the alleyway to bleed.

you stopped at the golden light of a cafe, coffee and a cigarette sounded good right about now. as you walked in it wasnt the smell of freshly baked pastries but pastries that had been sitting there for hours.

"Hello, welcome to the Leonor, what can I get you?" The voice at the counter was way too chipper for your liking, how can someone be so happy at this hour?

"You're in high spirits"

he let out a small laugh "Well someone has to lighten the mood hm?" his smile brighter than the lights.

"you're very strange, I'll take a black coffee," you said, taking your wallet out.

"I'll take strange, are you sure you seem a bit tense, a tea would help a lot more" he offered

"I appreciate the offer but I know what I need" your voice cold.

He nodded and got to work.

You sat down at a nearby table fiddling with your lighter as you waited. Not long later he came to your table with your order. It was only then did you realize that it was only you two in the cafe.

"I brought you a cookie as well, it's on the house" he placed the tray down.

"Did you give me tea as well or do you just change everyone's orders?"

"nope black coffee just like you asked, like i said you seemed a bit tense so i thought why not give you a small piece of happiness" he smiled once again and went back to the counter.

The coffee was fine and the cookie was too sweet in your opinion, but it was better than nothing. you looked over at the cashier once more you seem to catch a glimpse of him staring at you but he quickly goes back to cleaning the counter.

"what time do you get off" you ask him

"me, three am why do you want to know" he looked up to meet your eyes.

"Call me curious, but i guess that's the end for me, i'll see you off then" getting up from your chair you walk past the counter. "what leaving so soon?" he moved to stand in front of you and the door.

"that is how leaving works yes"

"but you can't just- wouldn't you like a refill?"

you thought about it for a moment "No not particularly, I'd prefer to go home thank you"

his face saddened "I understand, I won't keep you here any longer" he moved out of the way and let you leave through the door.

He sighs and goes to clean up your table, he notices a piece of paper underneath your cup. He opens it to find a sum of money, inside a phone number written on the paper.

He smirks to himself "I knew it I knew it oh I knew it, don't worry my love I'll see you soon" he picks the money up inspecting it "I wonder is this from your own pocket or someone new? I'll have to buy tomorrow's paper and find out for myself" he put the money to his lips giving it a soft kiss

[cregansdingdong]

dingdong hear me out, cregan and reader going through the honeymoon stage of their marriage in winterfell where he just cant get off her and they get it on (she gets on should i say 😜) EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE. im talking in the stables just out of earshot of the lords in the courtyard, in the wolfswood surrounded by the beautiful northern countryside, in the council chambers, on the table, EVERYWHERE. I KNOW this man gets hot knowing anyone could catch them and that they couldn’t do anything about it because he is their lord. PLEASE GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

- fellow cregan worshipping anon xo

I HAVE THOUGHTS. THE GEARS ARE TURNING. I FEEL THEM TURNING. SEND HELP ANON.

Let's get something perfectly clear, my beloved, the honeymoon stage never ends with Cregan. Now, it might slow down after the birth of a few kiddos ten but in no way, shape, or form will your Lord Wolf ever be satisfied. That being said, you have my prayers, sorrows, and congratulations also my envy ofc if you both are ever caught getting your freak on. It's gonna go a little something like this...

ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ. (thoughts ver.)

NSFW stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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"We're going to—"

"I don't care." He grunts. Skirts lifted up the curve of her ass, his hips rutting into her at a pace desperate enough to bruise. They were both frantic, fucking like it was their last day alive. The council room was empty—which it usually was; only really filled when Cregan felt the need to call on his vassals. If it had been a regular day, Lord and Lady Stark wouldn't have had anything to worry about.

His wife presses her cheek down on the table, holding onto the oak edges for dear life, mewling of course, as he rocked into her like a man possessed. Controlled entirely by his need, by her whines for him, Cregan thought he could die a happy man right there in her snug cunt. He could. He wanted to, in a way, the last sensations in the living world being her velvety walls, clenching around him with every swift thrust.

They were loud as they always were—unintentionally. It was too good to remember any restraint. Not that it mattered to the Lord Wolf, he was the Lord paramount of the North. Who was going to tell him he couldn't make love with his wife? No one, but he could at least make an effort to lock the door first. Rabid grunts and the sound of his hefty balls slapping against her flooded the corridor as the entrance to the council room was opened. "Seven Hells—"

His bannermen. His vassals. The meeting. Gods. He forgot about the meeting. Torrhen Manderly turned right back around, narrowly avoiding whatever it was that Cregan flung towards the door—thankfully fast enough to stop the other men from following in after him. "Get out!" The door was promptly slammed shut, right as his wife lifted her head from the table, face flushed red in mortification. "Were we just cau—fuck!" Lord Stark still didn't care, reaching around to rub at her pretty clit as his cock resumed pistoning against her ass. And as she came for at least the third time that morning, the realization of getting caught was quickly erased from the front of her mind, Cregan's teeth latching on to the curve of her shoulder as he chased his release.

okay I can't help myself so here's a bonus bit:

Redressed and thoroughly embarrassed some twenty minutes later, Lady Stark emerges from the council room, expecting her handmaiden to be waiting—no. Gods. They'd waited. They'd actually waited. Seven bannermen, each one avoiding her eye more than the last, probably in an attempt to maintain whatever was left of her dignity. They made not a single sound as she walked sprinted by, nodding stiffly in respect to their Lady.

Cregan, however, did not share that same sentiment. Satisfied for the moment, smug, and seated lazily at the head of the table, legs spread comfortably as he sat back against his chair. He exhaled quietly through his nose once his vassals entered the room, the smallest of smirks written on his face that said more than his mouth ever could. "Where did we leave off last time?"

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[hoe4hotchner]

Heyy! I had this idea with hotch

Imagine he’s dating a doctor but he hasn’t told anyone but Dave yet. And remember the fisher king episode when Spencer jumps from that bomb? So during a case hotch jumps from a bomb (he’s fine but he goes to the hospital anyway to check if everything is okay) and while he and the team is waiting on the doctor to check his wounds, guess who shows up? His furious girlfriend ready to freak out about her boyfriend dangerous work. And hotch just stays quiet and listens to her/them (you choose) and the team is just there watching their grumpy scary boss being scolded like a little kid.

Idk why but I loved the idea of the scary grumpy unit chief hotch being so whipped for his partner that he doesn’t even argue when she’s/they're mad at him :)

I love this idea!!! I had to stop myself I could've made it into a whole thing hehehe.

A/N: I swear to god me and a few CM writers had this discussion years ago and I don't remember what the conclusion of Hotch's middle name ended up being. If anyone remembers please remind me ;)

Link to my requests

The team sat in the exam room, all tense after the recent case. Hotch seated on the bed in the middle, waiting to be discharged. Except for a few burn wounds on his right arm, he was otherwise fine.

“You know, Hotch, you could’ve just asked for a day off. Jumping on a bomb seems a bit extreme,” Morgan chuckled, breaking the silence while trying to lighten the mood.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Hotch replied, his voice stoic as usual.

Suddenly, a door at the end of the hall burst open, and a voice echoed through the corridor. “AARON JAMES HOTCHNER!” You stormed into his room, eyes blazing with fury. “What on earth were you thinking?”

Before Hotch had the chance to respond, you continued, “Jumping on a bomb? Do you have any idea how reckless that was? You could’ve been killed!”

“Did she just call him Aaron?” Emily whispered to JJ.

“I think she did,” JJ murmured back, both of them wide-eyed.

Rossi tried to stifle a grin, while the rest of the team watched in shock, realizing for the first time that Hotch was dating a doctor.

“And don’t you dare tell me it was part of the job! Your job is to stay alive so you can come home in one piece, not to play hero with your life!” You sighed, your anger giving way to worry. “Aaron, please… I can’t keep doing this if you’re going to keep risking your life like this. I need you to be careful.”

Hotch finally spoke, his voice low and sincere. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ll be more careful, I promise.” You hugged him, relieved that he was okay.

The team exchanged glances, a mixture of surprise and amusement on their faces. This was a side of Aaron Hotchner they’ve never seen before.

“You better be,” you said firmly. “And next time, you call me as soon as you’re in the hospital. I don’t want to hear about it from someone else.”

You give him a pointed look before exiting the room, leaving the team in stunned silence.

After a moment, Morgan was the first to break the quiet. “Hotch, you didn’t tell us you were dating a doctor,” he said with a grin on his lips.

“I didn’t think it was relevant.”

“Not relevant?” Emily chimed in, in disbelief. “Hotch, they just chewed you out in front of the whole team. I think it’s pretty relevant.”

Hotch just shrugs, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

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[henry7931]

Got Your Body B*tch!

Drew:

This is Marco, he’s a raging asshole (for a lack of better words). I’ve known him all of my life, down to when we were young kids. And he’s always been a huge pain.

Marco, is the type of guy who’s cocky, always gets what he wants, comes from really nice rich parents, and incredibly insensitive.

He’s been that way forever.

I thought I was done with him when I left to go to college. That was until I walked in to my college apartment and saw Marco unpacking bags.

“Drewphus! I didn’t know you’re my roomie. You’re going to have to leave the apartment when bring a girl over, okay? Oh also, no touching my shit. I don’t want you get poverty all over it.”

If looks could kill in a moment, I swear Marco would be dead on the ground right now.

“I’m kidding…. Well, kinda. So here is your space, I hope you don’t mind but i already called the bigger bedroom since i was here first.”

“That’s fine Marco,” I say biting my tongue.

“Great, well have fun unpacking whatever you got in those two suit cases. I’m gonna have some private Marco time if you know what I mean”

Marco makes a jerking off hand gesture, I just roll my eyes and head into my new room.

A few hours past after I unpack and settle in, I order a pizza for dinner and lay back in bed.

All I can think about is how I’m about to have to live in the same quarters as Marco. The same guy I cant stand to be around.

Ugh…

So just like I always do when I get this stressed— it’s time to jerk off. (Something I’m sure Marco has already done 12 times today)

I checked my phone to see how much time I have until the pizza arrives, one hour. Great!

I pull off my shorts and open up my laptop. I feel a little embarrassed to admit this but I the kind of porn I like isn’t for everyone. I have a foot fetish. And not just that I this thing for jock athletes and their feet. I hate how much it turns me on especially since it’s guys like Marco that really get me going.

I start scrolling through and see this really hot jock with big feet. I click on his page. His username says AlphaAlex, he’s tan, dirty brown curly hair, six pack, big muscles…

I start mentally picturing him with me in the room, fantasizing him taking off his sneakers and dirty gym socks in front of me.

He says to me, “Hey Drew, do you mind rubbing my feet? I’ve had a really long practice and they are killing me.”

He puts them on my lag and says, “sorry if they stink!”

He lets me rub them and I ask him if I can smell them…

He says, “Sure, you can do whatever you want with them. After you’re done with my big jock feet, do you mind massaging my cock next?”

I stare deeply into AlphaAlex’s massive bulge on the screen. Almost about to nut…

“BRO!!! WHAT THE F*CK DREWFUS! I KNEW YOU WERE A HOMO BUT YOU’RE A FOOT FREAK TOO?”

Cum squirts onto my chest just as I turn to see Marco standing at my door with his cellphone recording in hand.

“MARCO!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?”

“Bro, wait until I show this to everyone! Now everybody going to know you’re a foot freak!!”

“MARCO PLEASE NOOO!!!”

I hop out of bed and Marco turns around and I chase him butt naked through our apartment.

He screams, “Stop chasing me foot freak!!!”

Marco shuts the door and I feel my stomach turn. I beg him to delete the video but he doesn’t respond.

As I go back to my room, I cry into my pillow… I feel so mortified.

I lay back, wiping my tears and say, “If someone could hear me, I wish I can get revenge on Marco. No I want more! I want everything Marco has…”

I cry myself to sleep, nervous for what the next day had in store for me.

The next morning, I wake up feeling kinda off. It takes me a second but I realize that somehow I’m not in my room!

In a panic, I rush to get out of bed until I come across a mirror.

That’s when I see Marco’s reflection looking back at me!!!

“Holy shit!!”

I feel a moment of fear hit me… but then I remember my wish last night. Someone out there listened to me.

I look at Marco’s face and then down at his body. Hes a dick but…. He is hot…

I pull off Marco’s shorts he slept in and his 10 inch hard morning wood comes flopping out.

“Holy fuck…”

I grasp it in Marco’s hand, which I guess is my hand now?

Nervous, yet kinda excited, I wasn’t sure what to do.

I looked down at the throbbed cock in my new new hands and immediately start jerking off.

I hop back into Marco’s bed and bring his foot up to his face. He actually has some sexy feet!

I start licking his foot from heal to toe. I relish in knowing the fact that he would go insane if he saw me with his body right now.

I keep tugging away at his cock and this maybe the best jerk off session in my life.

I twist Marco’s nipple and let out a soft moan.

“Fuckkk Marco your nipples are sooo sensitive,” I say aloud.

Hearing his voice sends me into a frenzy, just the thought that I can say anything, do anything as him. I have complete control of this dickhole!

I stand up out of bed and dash to the mirror, I grin at his reflection and jerk his cock even faster.

“Drew, it feels soo good, keep jerking my cock Drew. My body belongs to you now, my big feet, my sensitive nipples, my sexy abs… FUCKKKK THIS IS SOOO HOTTTT!!!”

I nearly screaming by this point and I feel every muscle in Marco’s body tighten.

I’m tugging so fast now and then cum sprays all over the place.

I fall back onto Marco’s bed covered in his nut. I look at his covered hand and lick it clean.

I lay back and gently rub his fingers back and forth on his stomach up to his chest.

Then reality started to sink….

Wait, if I’m Marco… what happened to my body?

“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

I hear a distant familiar scream coming from the background.

“Oh shit…”

Heavy footsteps coming charging my direction and before I can even get up the door slams open.

Out of the door is my body…

My eyes get big, I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry. My face is blood red and he starts to charge at me.

“Hold up!” I say hopping on top of the bed.

“DREW YOU PIECE OF SHIT IM GOING TO END YOU!!”

He balls up a fist and starts to pull back. Before he can reach me I grab the balled fist.

I guess Marco’s body has quicker reflex’s.

I pull him in and toss him on the bed. I pin him down and say, “I’m a lot stronger than you now. You wanna talk instead?”

“F YOU!!!”

I twist my former weaker arm and he shouts out, “OWWW SHIT, FINNNE!!!”

I get hop off my body and let him turn over.

He glances me over and says, “did you just jerk off in my body?”

I look down at the undeniable evidence.

“Yeah, I did. It was amazing.”

“You piece of—”

I look down and notice the tent in my boxers.

“Wait are you turned on right now?” I say to him.

“NO IM NOT!”

“You have a very noticeable boner right now.”

“Shut up! No I don’t!”

“What was it for you? Seeing your body all naked? Or was it when I pinned you down?”

He says nothing to me, just looks away.

“I mean you have very hot body Marco, theirs no shame in being turned on by it. Hell, I can’t stand you and I just had the best jerk off session in my life. What’s getting all hot and bothered? Is your hairy pits?” I hold his armpit up and step closer to him.

“Or maybe it’s the sight of your own cock.” I say shaking his semi-hard dick at him.

I move even closer to him. He looks like he’s in a trance.

“Oh you know what always gets me hard. Big manly feet,” I kick his foot up and show it to him.

I place his foot on my former bulge and start rubbing it.

“Does that feel good?”

He still say nothing but lets me keep going.

I push him further on the bed and pull off the brief I went to bed in my last.

My dick comes out standing straight up and leaking from the tip.

I place his foot on it and start toying with it using his toes.

He lets out a moan.

I look at my former face and he’s so turned on right now.

I pull his foot away and he says softly, “please don’t stop…”

“Oh you don’t want me to stop?”

“No… please Drew… it’s throbbing…”

“Well you’re gonna have to finish the job yourself, I’m going to shower and head to the pool.”

“WHAT!??”

“Yeah the pools still open, got to make the most out of these last few warm days Drew.”

“YOU!!! Drew, you can’t just leave me like this!!! I want my body back right now!”

“Sorry DREW! But this wasn’t my doing necessarily. If anything this is karma for you being such a prick all these years. Now run along and go take care of that boner little gay boy.”

I look at the corner of Marco’s room and see his dirty sock.

“Oh here you go! A gift from me to you, enjoy!”

I give my former throbbing dick a pat and I run off to the shower, leaving Marco in his mixed emotional state.

I rinse off quickly and come back out, I walk back into Marco’s room and see he’s still on the bed— sniffing the dirty sock and wanking one out.

“Oh fuck you’re back already!” he says to me.

He looks so pathetic right now.

“Geez, just stay right where you are.”

I drop the towel and get into bed with him. I grab my former cock and push it into Marco’s throat.

“HOLY!!!!” he screams out.

I suck off my former body while Marco’s moans frantically.

I feel him running my former hands in his hair and I feel myself getting a little excited from it. It’s kinda hot being this aggressive and sucking my former body off.

He lets out a loud grunt and cums down my new throat.

“Better?,” I say whipping the excess cum off my mouth.

“God yeah,” he says taking heavy breaths.

I look at my former body in the eyes and for a split second I thought about kissing him. But then reality sinks in… that’s still Marco inside.

I get out of bed and say, “I’m heading down to the pool.”

I put on his bathing suit and he says to me, “Drew, I’m sorry for being such a dick.”

“I know you are,” I say back.

“Can we try to fix this?”

“I’m sorry to Marco but I don’t think we fix this, these may be our bodies forever. So you might as well get comfortable.”

I left him sitting in his now former room naked and silent.

When I get down to the pool it doesn’t take me long to notice others noticing me.

Some girls and some guys, I look over at some of the guys and even wink at one. He is super cute and fit.

I hop on to a float and lay back soaking up the sun. I wait to see if that guys going to make a move when the ultimate buzz kill shows up.

It’s Marco in my body.

“Sup,” he says to me.

“Just trying to relax.”

“Yeah well, we still need to talk.”

“We don’t now f*ck off.”

He rolls his eyes and walks over a chair by the pool.

Soon that guy from earlier comes over.

“Hey, what’s up?” he says to me with a grin.

“Just laying out wait for you to come over,” I say with a smirk.

“Oh is that so?” he says flirtatiously.

He gets into the pool and now he’s right next to me.

“I’m Lois.”

“Marco,” I say introducing myself to him.

“So do you live here?”

“Yeah I’m on the second floor.”

“Nice, I’m on the third.”

We flirt and have small talk for a minute until he asks me out.

“Sure you wanna do tonight?” I say to him.

“Oh man, yeah I’m down,” he tries not to be too excited.

“Great, let’s say 7?”

“Yeah 7 works for me.”

“Cool,” I say grinning at him.

I peak out of the corner of my eye and see my Marco coming up to the pool.

“What are you doing?” he says to me.

“Oh hey Drew, this is my roommate.”

“Oh nice, I’m—”

“Don’t care dude, I need to talk to you Marco.”

“Uh okay, sorry Lois. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yeah for sure!”

I get out of the pool and walk back to the apartment with Marco angry.

“What was that?” he says sternly.

“None of your business! Also you were just so f*cking rude!”

“I don’t care! You were flirting with that guy!”

“Yeah so? We are going on a date tonight.”

“WHAT?!?”

“Yeah, and you interrupted it.”

“You’re going on a date with a guy in my body?!?”

“It’s my body now and yes I am!”

“But… but you just sucked me off and…”

“And what? You thought that was something special?”

“OF COURSE NOT! I’M NOT GAY!”

“Well what you did a few hours ago seemed pretty gay to me.”

“Yeah that’s because I’m in your gay body and plus that’s my body. It’s kinda like masterbation.”

“Whatever man, I really don’t care. If you want to pretend to be straight that’s fine. But I’ll be honest, I think you’ve always had feelings for guys. I know because I’m in your body and I’m still attracted to men.”

“SHUT UP!!!”

“So it’s true, you’ve been a dick to me my entire life about my sexuality, what I like, and it turns out you have some pinned up jealousy towards me right?”

Marcos looking down at the ground.

“We could have been friends, do you not get that?!? We could have—”

Marco grabs me and kisses me.

I was so shocked and I even felt butterflies in my stomach. We kiss for a few minutes before I pull back.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?”

“I’m sorry Drew! I was never going to do all of that stuff. I… I don’t know how to say this… I like you. I like you a lot. Hell, I thought about kissing you just about every time I went to kiss any girl. But I have so much anger and you’re right I am jealous! I’m jealous that you’re out and proud of yourself. You’re so confident! Fuck!!”

“So why put me through so much!?!! I mean look at us, we’re literally trapped as each other now! All of this could have been prevented if you just owned up.”

“I thought… I thought you would have hated me so much that you would tell everyone the truth about me. So… I just, I was a prick.”

“Damn right you were!”

“Sorry… again.”

“It’s fine, I guess I’m sorry for causing this body swap thing between us. I made some wish last night to get back at you. I didn’t think it would become anything but then woke up as you.”

His eyes get big, “so that’s how this happened?”

“Yeah, I guess something out in the universe was listening in and heard me.”

“That’s nuts.”

“Yeah it is.”

“Well if we are being honest about everything. I wasn’t just turned on by you dominating me upstairs. I was freaked out and yet turned on from being inside of you.”

“Really? My body?”

“Yeah Drew, you’re cute. You have an adorable face, cute slim figure, you’re charming yet kinky.”

“Wow.”

“And now I guess we are going to have to be each other forever?”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Well if I had to be anyone else, I’m glad it’s you.”

“You mean that?”

“I do.”

I grinned at him and he smiles back at me. We both start to laugh.

“Are you still going on a date with this Lois guy?”

“Well not if an adorable guy who’s charming yet kinky stops me.”

“I guess that’s me now isn’t it?”

“Yep!”

“Well I can’t fully stop you but I can tell you this. If you don’t go—we can order take out, lay in bed together, and fool around all night.”

“Hmmmm… that sounds promising.”

“Plus, I know my body really well. And I can tell you no one knows how to make that body feel as good as I do.”

“Is that so?”

He walks closer to me seductively and Im starting to get hard again.

“I’ll nibble on those nipples, toy around with my balls…I bet you these hands are going to feel so good working that cock..”

He reaches into my bathing suit and I gasp.

“Fuckkk, I guess I’ll be staying tonight,” I say barely getting words out.

“Hell yeah!!!”

3 Months Later:

“Babe, are you packed? We got to be at your parents in a couple of hours… Babe?”

“Hi”

“Are you kidding?”

“We have time for a quick round, sides I’ll jerk you off using these sexy toes,” I say wiggling my feet at my boyfriend.

“Fuckkk… I guess we have time.”

Marco pulls off his shirt and I see the definition built into my former chest. He’s been hitting the gym a lot lately and everyday he’s looking sexier and sexier.

Marco pulls off his shorts and he’s already hard from these feet. It works like a charm every time.

I watch as my boyfriend grabs the foot that used to belong to him and he kisses every toe.

It’s crazy how quick the time had flown since we woke up as each other. I guess it helps that we are so in love with one another.

I start rubbing the cock that used to belong to me and now I’m hard.

“Babe, you are so talented with those toes… mhmmm that feels good.”

I use both feet and stroke back and forth.

He stops me for a second and plants my foot on his face.

“Did you work today without any socks on?”

“Hell yeah I did.”

He takes a big sniff of them.

“Fuckkk, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[demonpiratehuntress]

clowns

taglist - @kabloswrld

OPLA!Zoro x F!Reader

summary - clowns are terrifying, and your first encounter with one leaves you traumatised. lucky for you, you have a big strong swordsman as a boyfriend.

warnings - CLOWNS (yes they should ALWAYS be a warning and yes Buggy scares me), you and Zoro are/were both pirate hunters

a/n - i count myself lucky i don't have circuses where i live, because if i ever see a clown i will run the other way

Not only did you not expect to join a pirate crew, but you far from thought your first encounter as a "crew" would be facing your worst nightmare.

The minute you saw the bright red nose and funny make-up, you stiffened. Your eyes went wide and you became unresponsive, like you couldn't hear them talking or feel Zoro's subtle protective touches. You were too focused on the clown in front of you, terrified to your core.

"What's wrong with her?" Buggy noticed your stare, and waved his hand in front of your face. "Can she hear me?"

Zoro growled and put himself between you and the clown pirate, "Eyes on me, Binky." He knew that wasn't the clown's name, but Luffy's mistake would serve him well in getting Buggy's attention off you.

Sure enough, the clown scowled and looked at him, "Buggy! It's not that hard to remember!"

You were relieved that the clown was no longer focusing on you, but just the sight of him was rattling you to your core. While he was distracted, you took it as your opportunity to turn and run.

Now let it be said that you do not run easily from anything. You and Zoro were pirate hunters, or had been until you'd been roped into this, and you had faced some nasty, dangerous threats. You were hardened, and almost nothing shook you.

Except clowns.

Funny how the one thing you steered clear of found you first the moment you aligned yourself with others.

Before you could get far, some of his circus freaks grabbed you and brought you back. The clown was still talking about himself, but chuckled when his goons brought you back into the tent.

"What's wrong, pirate hunter?" He sneered. "Scared?"

"Hey!" Luffy beat Zoro this time, "Leave her alone."

And things went downhill from there.

You were, for some reason, separated from the group. So was Luffy, but that's because Buggy was interrogating him. Nami and Zoro had been escorted somewhere else, leaving you on your own in another side room, panicking and growing more and more nauseous. To make matters worse, Luffy started screaming from wherever he was.

A while later, the clown walked into your room.

Your eyes went wide, and you struggled against the rope holding you to the wooden beam.

"I'm surprised," he spoke, "You have a reputation that made even some of my men nervous. And yet...you can't even look me in the eye." He stopped right in front of you, "Why's that?"

You tried your best to look away, turning your head sideways and finding something else to focus on. You couldn't speak, and you were trembling. Nothing had ever shaken you like this, ever. But clowns for some reason...you couldn't handle them.

"Is it the nose?" He asked mockingly, although he sounded a bit annoyed at the mention of his large appendage again. He forced you to look at him, gripping your chin in his gloved hands. "Hmm?"

"Leave me alone," you managed to get out through gritted teeth.

"Your captain isn't being very cooperative," he ignored your request, "So I have a lot of time to spend here with you."

"Why me?" You tried to glare, but you knew you looked scared. Because you were.

"Fear is a good motivator for telling the truth," he finally let go of your chin, walking around you and sizing you up. "Your friends will be tough to convince, but you...you don't like clowns, right? I'll leave you alone if you tell me where the map is."

"Do your worst," you breathed out, a little shakily, but you were determined not to cave. Not for this idiot.

He growled, and in an instant he was in front of you again, holding a knife to your throat while putting his frightening face right up in yours, "Tell me where it is!"

The sound you let out was something between a squeak and a yelp, fear once again overcoming your body at the clown's proximity. It wasn't so much the knife pressed against your jugular, it was the fact that your worst fear was inches away from you. You clenched your fists, trying to control your shaking, but it didn't work. And he was amused by your terror.

"I'm going to check on your captain," he stepped back, "If he doesn't give me an answer, I'm coming right back here and I promise I'll leave a scar." Then he left, and you could breathe again.

But that's when the tears came.

You didn't really sob, you just stayed there crying silently. Your body trembled, mind numb with fear and shock. His face was burned into your mind, and shutting your eyes only made your panic worse.

That's how Zoro found you, tied up and shaking with glassy eyes.

"What did he do to you?" The swordsman asked when he cut you loose, grabbing and squeezing your arms gently. "(Name), what did he do?"

You just shook your head, unable to speak, and sought his comfort by burying your face in his neck and crying even more. The more you shook, the angrier he got. But he held you for as long as you needed, knowing Nami would be okay with finding Luffy on her own. You were Zoro's priority.

You finally let go a few minutes later, wiping your face, "Let's go help the others."

He nodded, guiding you out the room.

The trauma stuck with you for a few days after the three of you escaped him, evident one night when you woke up sweating and shaking. Zoro was a deep sleeper, but he had a sixth sense reserved just for you, so he was woken up by your outburst.

Zoro wasn't good with words, but he was definitely good at comforting you through actions. He never had to say anything, he just wrapped his strong arms around you and you were slowly soothed. You just had to lean against his chest, enveloped in his arms, and you would slowly calm down. His gentle kisses atop your head also helped, his affection never failing to get your mind off whatever was worrying you.

In Syrup Village, you spotted a poster of the clown pirate and started hyperventilating. Zoro immediately turned you away from it and cupped your cheeks in his hands, making you look at him.

"Hey, focus on me," he told you, "Just me. I'm here. You're fine." He used a gentle, soft tone, one reserved just for you.

You tried to breathe, eyes locked on his face, concentrating on his warm brown ones that held so much concern for you. The eyes that always comforted you with just a look. Slowly your breathing evened out, and Zoro embraced you, this time not caring that you were in public.

"You're okay."

You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath, "Thanks, Zoro."

He just nodded, giving you one last forehead kiss, "If we ever see him again, I'm going to cut him up and throw him in the ocean."

You managed a weak smile, grateful to have such a protective boyfriend. His actions always proved how devoted he was, even if they were a little violent. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"You do that."

[sisterslvt]

thinking about mom finding a thong that she definitely did not nor would not buy me in the laundry.

she’s furious, marches upstairs. she throws the door open while i’m sprawled out naked on the floor, two fingers deep in my pussy in front of my mirror. we both freak out, although she gains her composure much quicker. “what do you think you’re doing young lady? you’re going to explain to me exactly what you’re hoping comes out of you wearing things like this!” she holds the lingerie up for me to see. i’m so embarrassed, i manage to stutter out: “mom, can’t you see i’m busy?! g-get out.” not good enough, apparently. she grabs my hand, still dripping, and pulls me to my feet.

“while you’re in my house, you don’t make the rules. sit down, and tell me why you have these.” i shuffle over to my bed and sit down, trying to grab a pair of pants or a shirt or anything to cover myself. mom sees and snaps at me “okay, so you’re too good for clothes around strangers, but you’re embarrassed around me? give me a break. stop. tell me about these already.”

she isn’t taking no for an answer. “i, I thought they looked cute, no other reason!” her demeanor changes. she’s no longer as stern-looking. she’s almost…inquisitive? “hm, well i’ll be the judge of that. here. put them on.” “wh-what?” “you heard me. show me what they look like on you.” i hesitantly take the pair of panties from her, slide them on. god, they barely cover anything, she’s gonna kill me.

“i think you have a point. they do look really good on you. but you definitely shouldn’t be wearing them out. clearly, all you’re thinking about is sex. so here’s what’s going to happen”

i watch in shock as she stands up, unbuttons her jeans, and pulls her cock out, pulling a string of precum away

“um, uh-“ is the only thing i can manage to get out. i should be disgusted, but between being interrupted while i was touching myself, and the way her curves enrapture me, the only other reaction i have is to stare

“what, baby? this is what you wanted, isn’t it? to be fucked in a thong? lay down on the bed.”

i honestly cannot believe what’s happening. i don’t know how to react

“do what i say!”, she snaps . “you’ve been so aloof, it’s time i reminded you who’s in charge” as taken aback as i am, i don’t know what other choice i have

i do as i’m told, and lay down on my back. “that’s a start. now show me what you were doing before i came in” i hesitate for a moment, and then start to rub my clit through the lingerie. god, it feels so good.

“good girl, just like that.” my eyes follow her as she pulls off her jeans and panties, and then grabs my thighs to pull me closer to her dripping cock.

“are you wet for mommy? hm, you want mommy’s cock?” almost instinctually, i let out a breathy “yesss”

she pulls the thong to the side, once again revealing what she definitely shouldn’t be anywhere near. i don’t care anymore. i want it

her tip grazes against my soaked pussy, not quite pushing inside. “tell me how much you want it, honey. it’ll be our little secret.” fuck, she’s so mean. “so, so bad, mommy. please fuck me, i’ll do anything”

she bites her lip and sinks her cock into me, burying as deep as she can, quickly followed by her pulling back and then forward again

“you’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you? god, you’re so fucking wet, i knew you’d do whatever it took to get off” why is she able to read my thoughts like this? “mom, you feel so good, don’t stop.”

she doesn’t. even when i start to orgasm, she only fucks me harder. the ecstasy of my mom making me cum over and over reduces me to tears, moans, and the occasional “fuck fuck fuck fuck”

then i can feel it coming on, the big one. “mom, i’m…gonna cum.” “good girl, that’s what i wanted to hear” she picks up her pace, puts her thumb on my clit “cum for mommy, baby” that pushes me over the edge, i clench a fistful of sheets as a wave of bliss, the best orgasm i’ve ever had washes over me. i barely notice mom moaning louder than before, but then feel her release inside me

the warmth of her cum immediately starts to leak out of me as soon as she pulls out. before i can react to anything that just happened, she’s putting on her clothes.

“wait, mom, don’t you want to hold on a second?” “that was nice, honey, but your sister is coming over and the laundry isn’t done yet. get cleaned up and dressed”

yeah she’s treating me like her personal whore, but i’d be lying if i said i don’t like it

[pomefioredove]

HIII I SAW THE FLIRTY PROMPTS EVENTS AND RAN HAHA

Can I please get "You're a shy little thing, aren't you?" with Rook please???? 🙏🙏🫠🫠🤍

anon this one is PERFECT omg screaming...

summary: "you're a shy little thing, aren't you?" type of post: short fic characters: rook additional info: romantic(?), reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, Rook being a little freak, shamelessly flirty, not proofread a part of this event

There's that feeling again.

Your heart rate picking up, muscles tensing, adrenaline urging you to find somewhere to run, a quiet corner to lurk until those eyes you feel on the back of your neck have turned away...

You're surrounded by people, but even the crowd isn't enough to hide you.

For so many years, you hadn't been noticed at all. An unsaved seat, a forgotten name, a dull, drooping wallflower with nowhere to root. Ignored and undesired, nothing more than a piece of furniture in everyone else's lives.

You had long come to accept that it's just how things are, even here.

And, so, the feeling of being watched is wholly unfamiliar.

You slip out of the midday crowd and into a quiet corridor. Your worst fear, really, is that whoever's keeping their eye on you is picking you apart at the seams, analyzing your every flaw...

As if being quiet didn't make you enough of a target...

"Ah, there you are! I thought I lost you,"

You nearly jump. For a moment, you're tempted to look around the vacant corridor for someone hiding in the shadows, because, surely, that voice isn't addressing you.

The boy at the other end of the hall tilts his head. "Ah, do not be frightened! I was only worried you had been swallowed by the crowd,"

You blink.

"...Me?"

"Oui," he responds, putting his hands on his hips. "You are such a tiny thing, I could not let any harm befall you under my watch."

There's something rather unsettling about his gaze. Familiar, even.

"Tiny?" you scoff at the description. "...Who are you, anyway?"

His smile is just as uneasy. Too eager, you think. "Je suis désolée, how rude, I have not introduced myself yet. Where are my manners?" he scolds himself, taking a step forward.

"Rook Hunt."

No, not familiar at all. You've never seen this man in your life, even if there's something about his gaze that strikes a chord with you.

You give your name in return, to which he hums.

"You are quite the interesting creature, you know."

Creature? You give him a sour look, and he chuckles.

"I mean it in the loveliest way. Like a flower which takes a century to bloom, or a comet one might see but once in their lifetime,"

He speaks enthusiastically, and thus fast, leaving you dizzy with metaphors and imagery.

"...Is that a compliment?"

A small smile graces his lips, and he leans forward. "Would you like it to be?"

Full of surprises. You instinctively lean back, further away from those piercing eyes.

He hums again, eyes shining with amusement. "Ah, ah, have I embarrassed you? My apologies,"

"I'm fine," you lie, and leave it at that. You can't seem to come up with a good excuse, and your face feels warm.

Rook tuts, circling around you like a predator surveying its prey.

"...There is no shame in being flattered, chérie. Though I would gladly embarrass you all day just to see that lovely look on your face again,"

You watch him carefully, though avoid eye contact as he stops, eventually, standing in front of you again with a little smile.

"It is a shame you hide yourself, even now. Your beauty should be appreciated," he says. "...Though, I admit, I find the idea of keeping it all to myself rather tempting."

He's going to give you a heart attack, you think. You can feel the embarrassment swelling in your chest, making your heart beat a little faster and averting your gaze to the ground.

He chuckles. "You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"I..." you cough awkwardly, eyes fixed on the floor tiles. "...Don't get complimented often."

Rook places a hand over his heart, as if offended by the very thought. "Non? What a cruel world we live in, where such beauty goes unnoticed! The very notion wounds me!"

"Well, then..." he says, getting down on one knee and taking your hand in his, kissing each of your knuckles.

"...Let me make up for it, chérie."

[allthingsfangirl101]

Friendly Set-Up – Glen Powell

"Plleeeeeaaaassseeee?"

"Pass."

"Pretty please?"

"Nope."

"He's a great kisser!"

"How would you know?"

I smirked as Sarah's mouth opened and closed. "I've. . . heard from his. . . costars."

"All the more reason not to go out with him," I chuckled as I walked past her and into the kitchen.

"But Y/N," she whined as she followed me. "Just a coffee date. That's all I'm asking for. He was talking to me and the other girls about needing a woman in his life."

"Why would he. . . Actually, I don't care." I shook my head as I started making dinner.

"He told us that he missed taking care of a girl," she continued anyway. "He misses spoiling a girl, calling a girl during his lunch break, and picking up dinner on his way home to her."

"That's very sweet," I sighed, "but I'm not ready for another relationship."

"I know that Jason broke your heart," she said, running over to me. "But Glen is the exact opposite of him. He's just what you need! A pallet cleanser!"

"Sarah, stop!" I snapped a little too harshly at her. "I don't want to go on a date with the actor you put makeup on every morning, okay? I just want to be left alone so I can forget about Jason."

I didn't care that the ingredients were all over the counter. I turned and walked away, grabbed my keys, and got in my car. I didn't have to think about where I wanted to go.

I walked into the bar, sat down at my usual spot, and ordered my usual drink. I ran my fingers through my hair and cursed the tears that begged to fall.

Jason and I dated for almost two years. Over the years, he's gotten a lot less romantic. Finally, I made the mistake of making a small comment about marriage and he freaked out. He left and I got a text the next day saying that we should take a break.

As that bartender put my drink in front of me, I thought about how Sarah described Glen. He wanted a girl in his life. He wanted someone he could spoil. I smiled sadly when I realized it had been a long time since I felt like I was being spoiled by someone.

I shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about "what if". Jason broke up with me a week and a half ago. I needed more time to get over it.

"Son of a. . ." I grumbled when I saw my friends running into the bar. "Hi, girls."

"Hi, Y/N," Angela said a little too sweetly.

"I don't want to. . ."

"Would you please go out with him?" Sarah cut me off.

"Girls," I sighed.

"Come on, Y/N," she whined. "He's funny. He's attractive. He's successful. He's the total package."

"If he's the total package, why is he still single?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"He's an actor," Angela shrugged.

"And he can get any girl he wants," I sighed, "so why would he want to go out with me?"

"Oh sweetie," Kelly sighed. "You're amazing. We all instantly thought of you when Glen told us about how he wanted a new girl in his life."

"Why wouldn't he like you?" Sarah asked.

"He'd be lucky to have you," Angela added.

"You're too good for him," Maggie chuckled.

"Look," I cut the girls off, "I just broke up with Jason. I need some time before jumping into a new relationship. Thank you for thinking I'm good enough for a famous actor, but I'm gonna pass."

* * * * *

After A LOT of badgering from the girls, I finally agreed to meet Glen. I told them not to get their hopes up. I was only going and having coffee with the guy to get them to stop begging me. After trying not to overthink my sundress, I headed to the coffee shop that was close to my work and the office building where his current movie was filming.

I gave myself a slight pep talk before getting out of my car. I walked into the coffee shop, my nerves jumping all over. As I looked around the shop, I kept wondering why I agreed to meet a complete stranger. Suddenly, my eyes landed on a guy who looked exactly like my friends described. He noticed me and sent me a shy smile. I took a shaky breath before walking over to him.

"Are you Glen?" I asked.

"Yeah," he smiled. "Yeah, I am."

"I'm Y/N, Sarah, Maggie, Angela, and Kelly's friend," I introduced myself. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw him relax. "You don't have to look so relieved."

"Sorry," he chuckled. "Our friends talked you up so much that I wasn't sure if you were real."

"I'm very real," I shrugged with a small giggle. "They probably lied about me though."

"I doubt that," he said, slightly looking me up and down. He looked back up at me and smiled. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"I'd like that," I smiled.

He turned and gestured toward the counter. When I walked by him, he gently put his hand on my lower back. I tried to force the butterflies in my stomach to go away as we went and ordered our coffee.

"Oh my gosh," the seventeen-year-old barista giggled. "You're. . . You're Glen Powell!" 

Glen looked at me with a blush on his face and cleared his throat. The girl continued to fangirl, "I am such a huge fan. I love you."

"Thank you," he said politely. "That's very sweet of you."

An older man behind the counter cleared his throat, sending his employee a "manager glare".

"Sorry," she cleared her throat. "What can I get you?"

Glen looked at me and gestured for me to order first. I smiled before turning toward the still-excited teenager. "Can I get a caramel latte?"

"Of course," she smiled. Her face turned pink as she turned toward Glen. "And you?"

"Just an iced coffee for me," he nodded. I started to pull out my wallet but he quickly grabbed his wallet and handed his card to the barista. She giggled as she took his card.

She rang us up and handed Glen his card back. "We'll call your name when they're ready," she giggled. I saw the look on his face slightly shift as he looked around the coffee shop.

"Actually," I jumped in, "can you call my name? We're on a first date and don't want to draw too much attention."

"Of course," the girl said, putting her hand to her hard. "That's so sweet. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Great. They'll be right out."

I followed Glen to the corner table, out of sight of the windows and front counter. We sat down and there was an instant awkward tension between us.

"This is. . ." He said slowly.

"Awkward," I finished for him.

"Exactly," he chuckled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I waved off. "Going on a date that your friends bugged you until you said yes to go on is awkward."

"They bugged you?" He asked, his eyes slightly sinking.

"It's nothing against you," I said quickly. "I just. . . I wasn't sure I wanted to get back into dating."

"Back?" Glen asked.

"Coffees for Y/N?" The barista called. Glen looked at me and hesitated before getting up and getting our coffees. I pulled my hands into my lap and nervously played with my fingers.

"Here you go."

"Thank you," I said, my voice soft.

"Y/N," Glen said after a short beat of silence, "what did you mean earlier when you said you weren't sure if you wanted to get back into dating?"

"It's. . . not something I should bring up on our first date," I said.

"If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

I looked up to see Glen smiling gently at me. "I just broke up with my boyfriend," I admitted.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking at me sadly.

"Well, technically," I cleared my throat, "he broke up with me. After two years. All because I made a small hypothetical about marriage."

"He what?" Glen asked, slightly surprised. "What an idiot. For what it's worth, you dodged a bullet. He's missing out on an amazing girl."

I smiled weakly at his comment. "You met me like five minutes ago," I chuckled.

"Doesn't matter," he shrugged. "I still think you're amazing."

I looked down at my hands wrapped around my coffee mainly to hide my blush.

"You told me yours," Glen said, making me look up at him. "It's only fair that I tell you my breakup story."

"You don't have to," I stuttered.

"It's only fair," he said with a small smirk. "I was dating an old costar. It got to the point where I was putting in more effort than her. We spent the entire last two months apart. Whenever I called, she didn't answer. And she never called."

"Did you break up with her?" I asked before I could think about it.

"I did," he nodded. He added, "After pictures from her movie leaked of her making out with her costar on the beach."

"I'm sorry," I said. "That's terrible. You didn't deserve her."

"You met me like five minutes ago," he said, instantly going back to his earlier self.

"Doesn't matter," I shrugged with a smile on my face.

For the next two hours, Glen and I sat and talked. We talked about our jobs, our family, our crazy friends. The more we talked, the more I started to fall for this guy. Sarah was right. He was extremely sweet. He maintained eye contact the entire conversation and seemed like he was hanging on my every word.

I was explaining my latest project at work when his phone started ringing. By the sigh that left his lips, I could tell that he had a theory for who was calling him and interrupting our date.

"I'm sorry," Glenn said, his smile sinking when he looked up from his phone. "It's my manager."

"Take it," I said. "I don't mind."

"But Y/N," he stuttered.

"It's okay," I said with a small laugh. "Answer your phone, Glen."

"I'm sorry," he whispered before answering his phone. "Hey, Mike."

I busied myself as he listened to his manager.

"What?" He asked, slightly turning away from me. I looked at my hands wrapped around my coffee. "Wait, right now? Mike, I'm kind of. . . I know that but. . . Fine. I'm on my way."

"You have to go?" I asked, unable to stop my voice from dropping.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N," he said, instantly turning back to me. "I completely forgot I have an interview in two hours."

"I'm going to have to get used to sharing you with the rest of the world, aren't I?" I fake pouted, making him laugh.

"Oh, please," he smirked. "My girl never has to share me."

As we stood up, Glen grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest. "I really enjoyed getting to know you, Y/N."

"I really enjoyed getting to know you, Glen," I smiled. My breath got caught in my throat when Glen's eyes dropped to my lips. Before I could wonder whether or not he was going to go for it, he went for it.

Glen leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I gently grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. When we broke the kiss, we both had matching smiles.

"Does this mean you'd accept the offer to a second date if I asked?" His voice soft.

"If you asked."

* * * * *

After our date, each of the girls called and begged me to go to brunch so I could tell them all about it. I fixed my dress as I got out of my car and headed into the restaurant. The second I walked to our table, my friends all jumped up and started bombarding me with questions.

"How was it?"

"Did he buy your coffee?"

"Did he pull out your chair?"

"Did he hold your hand?"

"Did you guys talk for hours?"

"Did he ask you out again?"

"Did he kiss you?"

"Why aren't you answering our questions?"

"Because neither one of you has stopped to breathe," I chuckled.

"Okay," Sarah said in her bossy tone. "Enough questions. Just tell us how it went."

"It was fine," I shrugged.

"Fine?!" They all screamed in sync.

"Just fine?"

"Come on."

"You gotta give us more than that."

"Sorry," I said, standing up, catching all of them off-guard.

"Where are you going?" Sarah pouted.

"Hey, gorgeous."

The girls gasped as Glen walked up, wrapped his arm around my waist, and kissed my cheek. "You ready for lunch?"

"Absolutely," I smiled at him. I looked back at my friends and saw all of them smiling like crazy people.

"You girls don't mind me stealing Y/N away from you, do you?" Glen asked the girls.

"Of course not!" Sarah said loudly. "Take her for the rest of the day."

"Subtle," I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. Glen just laughed as he led us out of the restaurant. When we got to his car, he stopped and pulled me into his chest.

"You know," he whispered, "when I first told the girls I wanted a new girl in my life, I never thought I'd actually meet a girl I could see spending the rest of my life with."

"The rest of your. . ."

"I know this is crazy fast," he said quickly, "especially since we've only been on one date. . ."

"We texted until like 2 am," I said quickly trying to reassure him.

"True," he smiled. "As I was saying, I really like you, Y/N. And I think that we have something here."

"I think so, too," I whispered. With a smile on his face, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as our lips moved in sync.

We didn't care that our friends were watching us from the restaurant window with proud smirks on their faces. Glen broke the kiss but didn't let me go.

"Y/N," he whispered. "I know you're still getting over Jason. But I'd like to help you with that."

"I don't want to use you."

"You wouldn't be using me," he said, shaking his head. "I'd just be helping you through the breakup."

I bit my lip, debating if I really wanted to go for it. "Fine," I gave in. I quickly added, "But only if you allow me to help you through your breakup."

"It's a deal."