#Just what is it you're after? (World Domination.) That's not even funny man.

[chocobochaserstories]

My Roommate (referring to a FTM Gen headcanon): Okay but what if Genesis, when he was adopted, they thought he was a boy and it just stuck?

Me: But they adopted him as a baby, what about when they changed him?

Roommate: He changed himself.

Me: It's those Jenova cells, huh? He's built different.

Roommate: He's built wrong.

[a-hazbin-reader]

could you do something about how alastor gets jealous and how he shows it? Like what things would get him jealous and stuff like that and then how he would go about it? Thank you!

I guess I gotta- ��

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being a red flag, Wifey is into it even though she pretends not to be, A widdle suggestive

Description: ☝️⬆️

It doesn't take much to make Alastor jealous, he has a big ego to defend and doesn't like to share your attention

He also doesn't think a lot of people are worthy of your attention so that's a big part of it

Alastor is almost childish the way he acts out when he's jealous, it's painfully obvious even though he denies it every time

He sulks and acts out to get your attention back on him, doing anything he can to make you just look at him

He's rude and intimidating to anyone he thinks is flirting with you or trying to take you for themselves

After every incident, he tries to pretend like nothing happened and refuses to acknowledge his jealous streak

Can't people just understand that you're a married woman and that Alastor deserves all of your time???

Someone is talking to you and you're laughing too hard, cheeks a little too pink? Alastor is right there to sniff out any ill intention

"What's so funny, my dear? Surely you're not gossiping without me.."

He's wrapping a protective arm around you and kissing your cheek, eyeing the other person the entire time as he asserts his husbandly dominance over them

"Hm? Oh! He was telling me a funny joke about-"

Alastor takes a break from kissing your wrist and palm to snap his gaze to the other man, a wicked gleam in his eye

"Ohhhh! So you're a clown! Wonderful~! Your attire had me wondering what you do for a living, but now it all makes sense!"

The other person is visibly uncomfortable by your husband's unspoken challenge and backs out of the conversation with their tail between their legs

"I guess he had other things to do~"

You roll your eyes as Alastor nuzzles your neck, petting his around his ears and antlers

"You're are not a very subtle man, my dear."

You're dancing with someone who's not him? Alastor will physically shut that shit down

He spends maybe a full minute pouting and ignoring everyone else around him, eyes locked on you and your dance partner

"Alastor, are you even listening?"

"Out of all the women here, why did he choose MY wife? I walked away for one second, and he snatched her up!"

He doesn't care for how closely they're holding you, the way they blush and smile from your attention

Alastor isn't having it, striding over and using his hip to push the man away from you and off the dance floor, taking your hand

You're trying not to smile at him, pressing against your husband as you take his hand and dance with him

"Alastor, that was rude..."

He simply chuckles and spins you around happily, snapping his fingers to change the song into something more romantic

"I would say I'm sorry but we both know I'm not~ Besides, I waited for my chance to dance with you!"

It's hard to stay mad at him when he's looking at you like you're the only person in the world and holding you like you're something precious

It helps that he's so handsome, you can't help but lean up and steal a kiss from him, feeling familiar butterflies at the touch

"You've been dancing with me all night, and you barely waited a minute... you greedy demon~"

He leans into your hand as you cup his cheek, tail wagging from having your undivided attention again

"Is it a crime that I want to hog my darling wife? That I crave every opportunity to dance with her and steal the show?"

He's leaning in for another kiss, and it makes you instinctively move in closer to meet his lips

"It will be if you keep injuring people~"

And those are just some examples of people who weren't flirting with you, it's so much worse when someone actually wants you

You're waiting for your husband to meet with you for your date, dressed up and looking your absolute best

When you hear a sharp whistle from behind, only to see a sleazy looking demon towering over you and eyeing your body

"And just where do you think you're going looking like that, beautiful? My place is that way~"

He's much too close, placing a hand on the wall behind you in order to keep you from running, completely unaware of the danger he's in

You can't help but roll your eyes at the situation

"I'm flattered, really I am... but I'm not interested, I'm waiting for someone, actually."

You casually move out from under his arm, completely unfazed by the way his expression darkens as you fix your appearance

"Oh really? And just who might you be waiting for? Let me guess, your boyfriend?"

He doesn't look like he believes you, making air quotes around the word boyfriend

You can't help but laugh at the poor soul, putting a hand on your hip as you whip around to face him-

"Husband, actually~ My name is Alastor though maybe you'll recognize my other name! The Radio Demon~ Maybe you've heard of me?"

It's such a treat to watch the cocky demon lose his composure in fear and so sexy to watch your husband be the cause of it

The demon is so much larger than Alastor but he's practically cowering away from him, Alastor grinning at him as he tilts his head

"Look uh-I'm sorry! I didn't realize-"

Your husband tuts at the demon, antlers already growing as he morphs into his larger demonic form

You can't help but blush at how sweet Alastor is being, rushing to your rescue like this

"Didn't realize what? That you were hitting on my wife? You think I would just stand by and let you think you have a shot with her? She's much too far out of your league, unfortunately."

He's so cute when he's jealous

"Darling, do be quick with that? I don't want to miss our reservation-and no eating him! I don't want you to spoil your appetite!"

Alastor looks at you and visibly blushes at how good you look, the other demon simply an afterthought as he tears them apart

"My dear, you look absolutely ravishing~ How am I going to keep the other men from looking at you when you're so delectable?"

He's still humongous, a large claw reaching out to stroke your leg tenderly, a lovesick expression on his face

You can practically see the hearts in his eyes~ Smiling at your husband and blowing him a kiss

"It's a good thing that you're the only man I have eyes for then, isn't it?"

He shrinks back down to his normal size and kisses your hand before wrapping an arm around you as you two walk together

"It's something that I'm extraordinarily grateful for~"

You can't help but lean your head against him, letting him nuzzle the top of your head in an affectionate manner

"Though~ I wouldn't mind a refresher of just how much you adore me...~"

You can't help but snort at the comment, gently slapping his chest before pulling him in for a kiss

"Dinner first~ You'll need your strength~"

I might go back and change this one a bit ngl

[g3llyfish]

Hey I wanted to request something funny.

Like redson and macaque ( separately ) kidnaps one of mk’s friends, fem s/o and they start laughing ( not like mocking them ) but more like ( I can’t believe this happened ) while saying “ no no I’m sorry..it’s just..this is the most effort a man has ever put into me 😂 “

Idk i thought it was funny in my head 🤔 hope this was okay

"DELUSIONAL"

Redson x FEM! reader x Macaque (Seperate)

Either platonic or romantic

Redson and Macaque judging the reader, Reader being delulu, MK just wants his best friend back TT

NOTE:

MY FIRST ASJ AAA Tbh, it can also be considered as GN!reader cause I mostly do second pov but I still hope you enjoy!!

🔥 || REDSON !!

It has been a few week of him trying to defeat the noodle boy to get his staff

As expected, he fails again and again, machines after machines being crushed by that stupid staff and that stupid monkey boy

Knowingly that there's no use for his machines since they only go to his scrap corner

Until an idea pops up in his big demon smart boy brain

What if he kidnaps someone who is dear to MK and bargain them for the staff!

I mean, if that stupid noodle boy loves his friends so much he would do everything to get his best friend back!

Brilliant! Amazing plan even!

Meanwhile, you were hanging out with Mei and MK in the anti-gravity arcade, having the greatest time if your life

Until the ceiling broke down...

You were immediately grabbed by the demon bull clones and tied up so you wouldn't escape.

     "Redson?! Get back here with our best friend!" MK shouted at the bull prince who has you in his arms as you struggle.

     "Never! Catch me if you can, noodle boy and dragon horse girl!" Redson yells back as he laughs dramatically and surrounds him, you, and the bull clones with his fire to teleport away.

     Now you are hung from the ceiling in his lair, if that's what you like to call it considering the lava pool, tools, materials, engines, and many more are laying around the gigantic room.

     "Let me go!" You demanded "What are you planning now, Redson? Y'know MK is gonna MK.O!!™ you again right?"

     Redson scoffs a laugh, lifting up his welding mask to look up at your hanging state as he puts down his blowtorch.

     "After I finish my invention, we will go up to the mountain where my father was imprisoned..." He started to monologue "and then... I will exchange your life for the staff! ...that noodle boy cares for you so much that he will give it to me willingly! And once I have the staff is mine... MY FATHER WILL GAIN HIS POWER AND BE THE GREATEST RULER OF THE WORLD!"

     Redson's dark and overdramatic laughs echoes through the room as the lava's light reflected behind him, creating a giant menacing shadow of himself on the walls.

     Meanwhile you only blink twice at him, not being effected by the intimidating aura that the prince made.

     "You think I'm worth more than the staff?" "What"

     "Well, you basically said that I'm the same price as the staff... Do you think I'm that special?" You grin at him while he was only flabbergasted by your words.

     "W-what?! NO YOU IDIO--" "I don't know, like, you kidnapping me, thinking that I'm enough to be exchanged with the staff, you could've picked Mei but you chose me!"

     Redson gave you a dumbfounded look, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as you explain your conclusion.

     "Like, you took effort to kidnap me, you think I'm that worth of effort? No one has ever done that for me" You continue as you sniffle a bit.

     "Did-did you forget about the part where I said about my world domination?" Redson simply ask as he gives you a deadpanned stare.

     "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just so happy right now, you think I'm worth more than the staff? You think I'm that unique?" "Shut up, you're delusional."

While he made his invention to secure his plan, you were in the background trying to make him admit that he thinks you're special

You're not what he thinks you are that's for sure, with you being a giggling mess while you're LITERALLY CAPTURED BY TYE DEMON BULL PRINCE

He expected you to be like MK and Mei, someone who wrecklessly fighting anything that move...

Not someone who is off to delulu land with quips at the back of your hand

He definitely regrets the kidnapping plan

🍌 || MACAQUE !!

After the 'stealing-wukong's-powers-from-MK' plan didn't work, he couldn't find anymore information or updates in MK's life

Macaque has to keep a close eye on him afterall, considering he is Wukong's apprentice

So why not get one of MK's best friends? He can't just lurk in the shadows

Sure, that'll work but he needs more dept and personal stuff about MK, to find something to hold him back

So while you were on your way back home, not paying attention to your surroundings that was when Macaque took the opportunity.

You took a step and before you knew it, you were falling down to the ground into a theater place for shadow puppet shows.

You landed on your back on the wooden ground, making you raise your brow in confusion cause you remember that you were walking on a pedestrian.

As you look around the place, you hear a dark echoey chuckle from behind you making the hair on your skin rise.

You stood up immediately to see none other than the shadow of the six-eared Macaque.

"Hey, doll..." He chuckles again, his grin getting wider as his shadow shrinks and he turns into his monkey form.

"Macaque?! What am I doing here?! Are you here to hurt me?! Well bad luck, monkey!" You glared at him making him smirk.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm just here to borrow you for a while" Macaque says shrugging, getting closer towards the stage that you stood on.

"Me?" You ask in full confusion, your body relaxing as you put down your defenses.

"Mhm... You see, hiding in the shadow is not enough for getting information and I need you get me some," Macaque answers.

You pause as each side of your lips starts to slowly rise, "Me?"

"Yup, if you don't comply... then I might take back the 'I won't hurt you' part, simple, hm?" Macaque threatens with a hum.

You pause again, longer this time "me?"

"Yes, you..." Macaque sighs as he gives you a 'are you deaf?' look.

You held your laugh for a while before laughing aloud, Macaque, ofcourse felt as if you're underestimating him as he gets a little grumpy at your reaction.

"Wh- why are you laughing huh?!" "Pfft-- sorry! Sorry, sorry, it's just... I don't know it's funny"

"Funny how?" Macaque ask as he raises his eyebrow in frustration and crosses his arms.

"I don't know, you could've chosen anyone that could stalk MK for you but you chose me! Hah! I just didn't expect that someone would actually put effort on me" you laugh out.

"Effort?" Macaque questions, he wouldn't disagree with himself but he's definitely worried for your well-being.

"Yeah, I mean, you could've just sended me a text saying 'give me information or you're dead' text like my other exes, but here we are!" You continue to blabber making Macaque give you a concerned look.

"I-what..." "Yeah! I'm kinda flattered that you put so much effort on me, kidnapping me, tracking me down, watching which street I go to-- okay that's kinda creepy--" "okay, stop"

Macaque has to make you stop so he can continue his plan

He's mostly concerned about you cause who tf reacts like that?

He had to make a deal with you to proceed with his 'information gathering' plan but you always gawk at the fact that he chose you out of all people

Plan unsuccessful (?)

I'm sorry if it isn't to your expectations TT tell me criticisms if you'd like but I still hope you had fun with the fix as much as I did, love you pooksters :P

[praisethegabs]

B.D.S.M

Leon Kennedy x F!Mistress!Reader

synopsis: leon has a guilty pleasure, which is a deep secret no one knows. every time after a stressful mission, leon goes to this particular place to release his tension. you're too familiar with the man, already knowing what he loves. he's your favorite customer. you're his favorite mistress.

warnings: PURE SMUT. bdsm on its edge. degradation kink, praise kink, shibari, use of pet names, sex toys, sub!leon and dom!reader, handjob, edging, spanking, gaging, spanking, flogging, role-playing.

word count: 3735k

a/n: sub!leon always comes to my mind for unknown reasons. he's so fucking cute and awkward. sometimes, I don't see him as the dominant one, I think he's more of a switch. anyway, I wrote this bc I thought it would be funny to change sides (since the last smut I wrote was with dom!leon)

Leon's footsteps echoed through the corridor as he made his way back home. His mind was still reeling from the stress of the mission he had just completed. The weight of the world seemed to press down on his shoulders, and he yearned for a way to escape the constant tension that plagued him.

It was almost three in the morning, but he didn't care. Due to the nature of his job, Leon had a highly irregular schedule. His timing was inconsistent, and he did not have a set time to return home. It could be morning, afternoon, evening, or the middle of the night. Although his busy schedule demanded most of his time, Leon still had something that couldn't be postponed.

As he entered his apartment, he casually threw his leather jacket onto a chair and ran his hand through his tousled hair. The peaceful solitude of his home only intensified the profound loneliness that had settled deep within him. He needed a release, a way to forget the horrors he had witnessed. With a sigh, he reached for his phone and dialed a number that he had carefully stored in his contacts. The screen lit up, and he waited for it to ring. He felt a mixture of anticipation and relief when the call was answered.

"Hello," a sultry voice purred on the other end of the line. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Leon's voice was filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability as he replied, "I need to see you, Mistress."

A wicked smile played on your lips as you spoke on the other end of the line. "Of course, darling. I have just the thing to help you forget about your troubles. How soon can you come to my dungeon?"

Leon quickly checked his schedule. "I can be there in an hour," he replied.

"Perfect," you purred. "Prepare yourself and don't keep me waiting. We have much to explore, and I promise you that by the time we're done, all your worries will be left far behind."

As the call ended, Leon felt a renewed sense of anticipation and excitement. Your dungeon provides a sanctuary from the outside world, a place where he can relinquish control and seek solace in the pain and pleasure you provide. It was his escape, a way to let go of the burden he carried, if only for a few precious hours.

As Leon sipped a glass of wine, he gazed out of the window, his thoughts in turmoil. His work demanded discipline, control, and unwavering focus. Yet, it was in the realm of submission and surrender that he found the release he craved - an escape from the relentless pressure of his responsibilities.

Leon had always been a man of contradictions, and his desire for you was no exception. He wondered if his fascination with you was a reflection of his own internal struggles, a means to delve into the depths of his own desires and vulnerabilities. Guilt gnawed at him as he thought about the secrets he kept and the double life he led.

But as he replayed the memories of their encounters in his mind, he couldn't deny the intoxicating allure of your power and the blissful release it provided. It was a guilty pleasure he couldn't resist, a secret aspect of his life that provided him with a sense of liberation he couldn't find anywhere else.

You knew absolutely nothing about Leon, except for his preferences.

He always liked the rough style. As a skilled dominatrix, you know how to please a man. Since he discovered you, he has requested to become your exclusive client, and the payment he has provided is sufficient to reserve your availability exclusively for him. Fortunately, you were familiar with his schedule, so you began working mostly at night, which suited him perfectly.

You have set up an entire dungeon in your basement. It was the perfect place to meet his needs exactly as he wanted it.

At first, seeing his physique made you think he would be a great dominant. However, you eventually found out that he was more of a submissive man. Completely bent over your knees, ready to obey your commands without hesitation. Most dungeons do not permit sexual intercourse between dominants and submissives, but for him, this dynamic does not adhere to such restrictions. Since you have a dungeon in your own home, you have decided to make some slight modifications to the rules.

Obviously, you have never had sex with him, but other aspects of your relationship work just fine.

Leon's footsteps echoed through the garden as he made his way towards the entrance of his hidden sanctuary. Each step was a solemn reminder of the mission that had just been concluded. The scent of leather and candle wax hung in the air, familiar and comforting. He pushed open the unassuming door at the end of the hallway, revealing a hidden secret world beyond.

The dungeon served as a sanctuary for him, a place where he could escape the burdens of his perilous existence. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting, and there you were, dressed in black leather, waiting for him in the center of the room. Your presence commands attention; your aura is a captivating blend of power and sensuality.

"Welcome back, Kennedy," you purred, your lips curling into a mischievous grin. "You're not late; you arrived just in time."

Leon's tense shoulders relaxed as he stepped further into the dungeon, the door clicking shut behind him. He locked eyes with you, and a silent understanding passed between the two of you. He shed his jacket, the leather creaking as he tossed it aside, revealing the tension that had built up in his muscles during the mission.

You moved towards him, the sound of your heels clicking against the cold stone floor, with a devious glint in your eyes. "You look like you've had a rough day, my dear," you said, as your fingers lightly traced the contours of his jaw. "But, you know, I'm here to take care of you."

"Yes, Mistress," he nodded, closing his eyes to savor your touch and emitting a slight moan.

"Strip now," you ordered him, and stepped back to prepare the rest of the room and your toys.

The words were both a promise and a command, and Leon nodded in agreement. He needed this - the sensation of control slipping away from his grasp, the catharsis of pain and pleasure intertwined. You led him to the St. Andrew's Cross, a symbol of his shared desire for submission and domination.

With practiced ease, you secured his wrists and ankles to the cross, using leather restraints to keep him in place. Leon's heart raced, his mind focused solely on the anticipation of what would come next. The room seemed to shrink, closing in around him, leaving only the two of them and the palpable tension in the air.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his earlobe. "What would you like today, darling?" You whispered, asking your question.

"Take me to the edge, Mistress," Leon said, gazing at you with unwavering confidence.

"Very well," you nodded in agreement. "Remember the safe word, just in case."

Leon nodded once more and prepared himself for what was about to begin. He was waiting for the first strike to experience pleasure, but nothing happened. His eyes met yours, and he felt a shiver down his spine when he noticed the smile on your face.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You approached him seductively, holding a flogger in your hands, your nails digging into his flesh.

"I forgot my collar, Mistress," he said, his breath heavy with the sudden realization that he had forgotten the only item he was permitted to wear. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Oh, bunny, you know we don't accept apologies," you said, biting his earlobe. "And do you know what this means?"

Leon nodded, biting his lip. He felt the first whip strike him hard, causing him to emit a loud moan. He tightly grips the leather restraints on his wrists, and the second blow leaves a red mark on his stomach. The third strike narrowly missed his cock and you can see him trembling as each blow compels him to seek relief from the agony of your flogging.

"Please, Mistress, forgive me," Leon begs, as you continue to flog him. Another strike, another groan.

"Have you learned your lesson, bunny?" You asked, delivering another whip to him, striking harder.

“Yes, Mistress. I did” Leon almost yelled, trying helplessly to avoid your strikes. His body was already red from the flogging. "Please, I won't forget it anymore."

You stopped, letting the flog aside. You took a leather collar from the drawer and placed it around his neck. His breath was heavy, and his entire body was shaking. He was indeed enjoying the anticipation of the punishment, although he had no idea what was about to happen. You untied him from the St. Andrews Cross, and he stood there, waiting for your next command.

"Stand in the center of the room," you commanded, holding a remote. He nods, walking with his naked, red body to the center of the dungeon.

You threw a silver spreader bar in his direction, and you didn't have to say it twice. Leon secured his ankles in the spreader bar, and once he was done, he glanced at you again. Silently, you pressed the button and then shackled his wrists to a drop-down ceiling bar. Pressing the button again, he stretched his arms in the air. The bondage dungeon is filled with furniture that enables you to attach him to any object in whichever manner you please.

Now he stands completely naked, with his ankles spread apart by a spreader bar and his arms stretched in the air, wearing nothing but his collar.

You stand before him, wearing a devilish smile on your lips. Suddenly, you firmly grasp his erect penis and apply pressure. You can see tears welling up in his sapphire-blue eyes as he bites his lip and tightly grips the shackles above his head. You squeeze it harder, and he gasps, yelping in pain. You paused for a moment, observing him. Another intense squeeze, another wave of pain, and he screams out loud. You finally release his cock and he exhales with relief, tears still streaming down his cheek.

"You're nothing but a sex toy. Look at you, so miserable," you said, as you walked around him and slapped his ass. "Such a naughty boy, desperate to be humiliated, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," his voice trembles as you slap his ass.

"Your purpose is to provide fuckings, am I right?" You asked again, delivering another slap to him, causing his body to jerk.

"Yes, Mistress," Leon nods again, his body jerking with each slap against his sensitive skin.

"Who owns you, fuckboy?" You stepped closer, gripping his hair firmly, causing him to emit a soft groan.

"You do, Mistress," he quickly replies, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly up and down.

"Do I own your cock as well?" You asked again, leaving love bites on his skin.

"Yes, Mistress, you do."

You take his cock again, smacking it harder and making him yelp again. Tears were already rolling down his cheeks once more. You walk to your box of instruments and retrieve the manuscript clips. You take one clamp, gently open it, and place it over his left nipple. Carefully close the clamp, ensuring that it does not cause any pain. He tries to hold his breath and keep his mouth shut while you repeat the same process on his right nipple.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll bear it all night," you wink at him, and he nods silently.

Then, your hand reached his cock again and you started to masturbate him. You can see his hands tightly gripping the shackles, and his breath growing heavier with each passing second. Leon began moaning, with each moan growing louder as you continued to stimulate him with your hands. And you keep masturbating him until you know he's close.

And then, you come to a complete stop, causing him to whine out loud.

"Bad boys don't get rewarded," you said, and pressed the button to lower the ceiling bar. "Kneel."

He obeys by kneeling down. The ceiling is high enough for him to stretch his arms in the air, and you are sitting directly in front of him. You don't have to say anything; he already knows what to do. Leon crawls between your legs and opens his mouth. He bends forward, his arms stretching upward before him. The restraints are not sufficient to allow him to approach you, and observing him beg for your pussy amuses you.

"Please, Mistress, allow me to pleasure you in my mouth” he begs, his voice filled with desperation as he fights back tears, inching closer to you.

His cock twitches and aches. He's desperate to be released, to ejaculate all over his body, longing to feel your touch. You keep teasing him by not allowing him to get closer to you, making him see your wide pussy open in front of him, yet denying him the ability to touch or engage with you.

"Please, I'm begging, Mistress," he pleads again, desperately trying to reach you.

"Such a pathetic, whining boy," you said, tightly gripping his jaw in your hands.

You released his wrists and ankles, instructing him to walk towards the bondage horse. He silently obeys you and walks straight to the corner of the room. With red ropes, you tied his arms and hands behind his back. Its shape is that of a half barrel with wide ledges and wings, covered in black leather. Leon positions his knees on each wing, and you proceed to shackle him once more, ensuring that he is securely locked on the edge of the frame. His collar is attached by chains on both sides to the ceiling bar, keeping his head up and facing forward.

"What do you deserve?" you ask, as you walk around the room and pick up your flogger once more.

"To be punished, Mistress," he responds, his eyes locked on the wall in front of him.

"Why?" you asked before striking him hard.

"Because I am a bad man," Leon says, his body jerking again with the whimpering.

You smiled, satisfied, and started to whip him until his entire back was red. When you're done with his back, you move to face him, squeezing his cock again. Leon is on the verge of tears, gasping and unable to control himself. In an instant, without your command, he ejaculates onto your hand. His entire face turns red.

"Did I say you could cum?" you asked him, squeezing his sensitive cock, causing him to whine in pain once more.

"No, Mistress. I'm sorry," he begs, tears falling down his face once more.

"Privilege revoked," you hissed, walking towards your torment box. Leon is visually impaired, but he sheds tears when he senses something cold around his cock. He knows what it is. "You'll come only when I say so."

You walk back to the corner of the room after locking the chastity cage on him. When you return, Leon flinches slightly as he feels your thumb pressing against him from behind. You uses oil and you're smearing it around his anus. A finger slips, then your thumb. Another finger, he already knows what's coming.

He feels the rubber sliding inside, and he moans again. He feels the initial pain, but he's okay with it. You slide it further, allowing the oil to lubricate him internally. You pull back the toy and gently begin a rhythmic back-and-forth fucking of his ass. You have precision and an obvious regular rhythm. Leon moans, closing his eyes and feeling the helplessness of his submission. You insert the toy into him, and he can hear you pressing a button.

It starts to vibrate inside his hole.

To keep him quiet, you place a ball gag in his mouth and leave him in his current state. He is tormented by a dildo in his anus, restrained by shackles and ropes, rendering him unable to move, resist, or voice any complaints. You sit, playing with the remote control of the device in your hands, adjusting the intensity to elicit either loud moans or soft whines from him.

The cock cage on him is painful, and he is aware of it. With his already aroused state, it becomes nearly impossible for him to cum without your consent, and he is aware that this is precisely what you desire. He is unable to move, but the vibration in his ass makes his flesh to ripple. It makes him shake his body. Leon moans again, whether from the pain caused by the cage or the vibration inside his ass. He shakes his head, the only movement he can make.

You press the button, and he sighs with relief, but not completely. You pump him again a few times and stop. You thrust into him quickly and forcefully, causing him to groan and moan. After some time, there is a final push, a powerful thrust that is enough to rock the bondage horse. He moans aloud again. You walk around the corner again and gently push something metallic, cold, and smooth inside his ass. Leon feels the object and thinks it's large, expanding inside him. Then, it pops in, causing a painful stretch that makes him scream again.

"Clean it," you tell him, pointing to his white semen on the leather bondage material. You unshackle his collar from the ceiling bar and his ankles from the restraints, but keep his arms tied with the ropes.

He obediently leans over from his waist until his tongue reaches the black leather. He licks it in wide swaths, gathering all his juices from his previous unauthorized release, leaving only his saliva behind.

You can see the color of his cock. He's so hard and sensitive. When Leon finishes cleaning the bondage horse, he kneels in front of you, waiting patiently. He is clearly struggling to hold back his orgasm, but at the same time, he is on the brink of climax.

"Desperate to cum, huh?” you teased, gently stimulating his sensitive nipples, eliciting another groan from him.

"Yes, Mistress," he says, his voice shaking once more.

You sat in an armchair in front of him, your legs spread apart, offering a tantalizing view of your glistening arousal. He doesn't move, but when he sees you nod, he knows what to do. He leans closer, and you can feel his tongue on your wet, sensitive, and swollen clit. He sucks you, savoring your taste, and moaning from the pleasure mixed with the slight pain he feels on his cock. You moan and grip his hair tightly, urging him to continue sucking you.

And when you reach your orgasm, Leon has to force himself to calm down, feeling your cunt on his face. His cock is hurting and you decide to please him in the appropriate manner.

“Color” you ask him, playfully tweaking his nipple.

"Green, Mistress," he says, trembling. He's lying.

"What color is it, bunny?" you asked him again, gripping the metal of his collar.

"Yellow, Mistress," Leon shakes. The pain in his cock is excruciating.

You released his cock from the cage, and he sighed with relief, only to gasp at your touch. He was very sensitive, and you started to masturbate him again. You took your magic wand and placed it under his dick, vibrating with intense power, while your other hand moved up and down on him. Leon can't last long. He's already too close to reaching orgasm. You, on the other hand, don't care. You continue to deliberate, his rhythm becoming tense.

"Go on, be a good boy and cum for your Mistress," you said, increasing your pace on him.

The words are enough. It emanates from his core and bursts out. His thighs and red belly shuddered first, as if he were being electrocuted. Then, it surged upward, causing his entire chest to shake as he let out a guttural moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Afterward, you removed the clips from his nipples, and he yelped and cried again. You also removed the plug from his anus, leaving it elsewhere.

Now, you have him standing at the end of the bondage horse again, and you instruct him to bend over and protrude his ass out. You tied him with the red ropes in a different manner, and he obeys you. This time, you take a flogger to his ass, almost caressing his cheeks with its sleek leather strands. Then, it comes out of nowhere.

The brutal spank of the cane striking his ass. He screams.

You cane him again, this time on his right ass cheek. He screams again and sobs. The third strike goes again. Leon yells.

You guide him to a nearby mirror and compel him to observe the three red marks on his ass.

He's crying. You had successfully led him to his edge, but you knew when to stop. You removed the gag from his mouth and untied the ropes that had left his arms almost purple. Then, you placed a robe on him. Aftercare is important, even in this type of situation.

"Are you okay?" you asked, leading him to the sofa in the opposite corner. "I know you wanted to be on the edge, but this is dangerous. Did something happen?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Leon says softly, although his entire body is in pain. "Just... don't worry, okay? I like it when you get rough with me."

"I'm not complaining, but are you sure you're okay?" you asked, embracing him and allowing his head to rest on your chest.

"I'm fine, trust me," he chuckles.

There is a moment of silence. Usually, he doesn't stay for aftercare. He gets what he wants and then leaves, but there's something different this time. You don't say anything, you decide to give him some space. This night was heavily different from the others, and you're not sure he's really alright.

“Can we do it again?” He lifts his head so he can see you. “But this time, can you blindfold me?”

You smirk. It's time for another round. 

[jellybell92]

Jschlatt Imagines

(buff gf edition)

Woke up feral for Schlatt (once again) and thought about him with a buff gf. I'm trying to get swole in the new year so this is some great motivation for me too, haha. Enjoy!

18+ for explicit content. MDNI!

Schlatt met you through mutual friends at a bar. He thought you were cute but didn't think he had a chance cuz you were intimidating (even though he's fucking 6’3”. This dude has like a whole foot on you. But I mean, your back muscles? C'mon. He was sold.)

It took some convincing from Ted and Tucker to get him to man up. They teased and encouraged him to go up to you.

“Dude, just fucking talk to her. What's the worst that could happen?” Ted asked, patting his back. “I know, man. But, look at her. What a doll.” He stares at you, whistling to himself. “Take the shot, man, you got this.” Tucker chimed in. They both scurried away as they saw you lock eyes with Schlatt and push through the crowd, walking towards him.

You went up to him while getting a drink and flirted with him heavily, making it obvious that you had the hots for him. You practically begged for his number, eventually convincing him to go on a date with you.

Y'all start hanging out after the first date and become close friends. You bond over YouTube and gaming. He loved that you were so nerdy despite being built like a fucking truck

When you start officially dating, he's super protective over you even though he knows you can hold your own.

He just loves staring at your body any chance he gets. You're his Greek goddess and you know it, too.

You go to the gym while he streams or edits his videos

He loves taking showers with you and running his hands all over your curves, massaging your sore and aching muscles from a hard workout.

You encourage him to get into shape, walking with him after meals or even doing yoga together. Plus, that makes for some great YouTube content. You laugh as he fumbles around on the mat, the camera capturing every funny moment.

Despite your physical prowess, Schlatt loves to dominate you in bed and call you his “strong little slut”

But he'll never say no to you taking control in the bedroom. He loves nothing more than to surrender to your pretty little ass and do whatever you want with him

When you're riding his cock, he can't help but run his hands over your abs or squeeze your strong thighs, praising you for working so hard on yourself

He does get worn out easily since your stamina is through the roof. He just lies there exhausted from getting you off so many times. He lets you play with him, unable to move but still so incredibly horny for you

He loves seeing you indulge in other hobbies and explore your interests. Not everything has to be about fitness, and Schlatt takes full advantage of that. He loves buying you clothes and expensive materials for your hobbies. His favorite thing in the world is seeing your face light up when you receive his gifts.

You've always liked traveling, so Schlatt takes you with him on his trips to Japan and London. He loves booking expensive hotel rooms in foreign countries and surprising you with spontaneous road trips on weekends.

When you're home, Jambo and Soup tend to play with you more than Schlatt. He acts like that bothers him and makes a big deal about it, but you know he loves it.

That's all I have for now! I might add more later if I feel inspired.

[holybibly]

Mommy this bunny have a little question for you, who do you think would be the one that let bunny try to take control over them but as soon as bunny get out of hand they let them know who is really in charge

Mmm, that is an interesting question. But for some reason I tend to lean towards Wooyoung, Yunho and San the most.

San is literally the perfect daddy princess. God, this man will give you the world and more. If you want to control him, he'll let you have your way with him without question, as long as you behave. He'll easily take control of you and make you regret ever stepping out of line, tormenting you for hours and making you moan his name until it's all you remember. San will definitely be merciless with you, folding you in half and fucking your brains out until you're a dumb, drooling mess. After all that, though, you'll get the royal treatment.

Yunho, I think he would find it funny how desperately you try to control him, to tell him what to do and how to do it. And he would love to play those games with you. I think he would enjoy pet play or something like that. But there's a limit to everything, and if you get too rough or too hard with him, the tables will turn so fast you won't even have time to notice. One moment you're pulling him towards you by the leash, the next he's choking you with his hand as he fucks you against the wall like there's no tomorrow. Maybe, just to teach you a lesson in good manners, he'll take you without any preparation and immediately enter you with his huge cock, fucking you fast and aggressively. Of course, our world class boyfriend will definitely shower you with love and care after he has completely fucked your brains out.

Wooyoung would definitely enjoy giving you a false sense of control. He would let you choke him as you rode his cock, letting you set your own pace movements. He would make you feel so cocky and arrogant, talking rough to him and showing him his "place". He doesn't like that, not at all. Wooyoung will show you very clearly who is dominant, grab your hair until it hurts and start to fuck you roughly and fast, I would even say animalistically. Wooyoung is definitely about overstimulation, so be prepared for him to drag orgasm after orgasm out of you until you are crying and begging him to stop. And God, how caring and gentle he will be with you afterwards, giving you a bath and maybe a massage as an apology for his roughness.

[the-offside-rule]

Clement Novalak (Mathiesen) - So Poetic

Requested: yes by DeliF1 on wattpad

Prompts: 7) "She is my other half as the poets would say"

Warnings: you may turn into a Clem girly

Another day, another Screaming Meals podcast. Today, the trio had found themselves with a rather special guest; Y/n Y/l/n, the motorsport journalist found herself on the sofa next to her boyfriend. As Marcus scrolled through questions on Instagram, the four joked around as the camera and microphones recorded their interactions; from the pouring of their wine, to the innapropriate jokes being made and it would be edited accordingly.

"Oh, I've got a good question." Marcus said, looking to the couple across from him. "You said before on the podcast, that you're scared of your girlfriend. In what way are you scared of her?" Marcus asks. "Is she into some-"

"I am going to stop you right there!" Clement interjected, making the room erupt into laughter. "I need more wine." Y/n joked, pouring more Pinot into her glass. "No!" Clem said, lunging forward to grab the bottle. "We talked about this." Y/n laughed. "You're making me sound like an alcoholic!" She managed to get out in between the laughs. "I have never felt like such a third wheel." Marcus said. "Is this how you felt when Lissie was on the podcast?" James nodded. "Now it's just me that has to sort out a girlfriend appearance." He joked. "But back to the question, why are you scared of Y/n?" Marcus asked. Clem sighed. "See, I'm not scared of her. I don't think she's capable of hurting me. I think I'm just scared of her determination." Y/n looked at him confused. "What?" She asked.

"I'll give you an example. For the 24 hours of Le Mans, she had to write up a report for the day it finished up. So she stayed up the whole 24 hours and wrote her report as it happened. And spent the few hours after that correcting bits and bobs. Then!" He paused. "Then she went to a bloody pirates class, like who does that?!" Marcus looked at her, jaw hanging in disbelief. "No way." Y/n nodded. "It's my job. I take it seriously. As Clem said, I'm determined in it and I am dedicated." She smiled. "Well I'm happy you took up journalism and not world domination." The four laughed again. "She could take the place over if she wanted, Jesus."

Marcus leaned in, grinning, "Now Clem, this isn't a fan question but more of a me question but what does Y/n mean to you? I know you've struggled eith women before." Y/n shook her head, laughing quietly. "That's so rude." Clem said to Y/n as she laughed to herself. "No, its- just answer the question!" Clem chuckled, glancing at Y/n with a twinkle in his eyes. "I don't usually get so romantic like this but I suppose she's my other half, as the poets say." Y/n placed her hand on her chest and looked over at him adoringly. "Does she feel the same? She seems very fond of that wine there, mate." Clem laughed and put the wine down. "I don't care if she doesn't feel the same. It's unconditional love, isn't it? You have to love them even if there comes a day they don't love you back." Y/n looked over. "There is no way you just quotes Taylor Swift." The room erupted in laughter, but Clem's gaze never wavered from Y/n. "No, seriously. Y/n completes me in ways I never thought anyone could ever. Like it's crazy how I managed to even wake up in the morning before I met her. Its maddening for me to think about."

Y/n blushed, playfully nudging Clem. "I didn't know he could get this sentimental, my goodness. This is the kind of stuff you'd see in movies." Marcus grinned. "That's true love, right there." Y/n nodded. "He got very sappy." James joked. "This man used to be so fun on nights out and now he's all responsible." Y/n covered her face, laughing whilst Clem tried to defend himself. It just all got too funny to be honest. The conversation flowed effortlessly, mixing personal anecdotes with motorsport banter. As jokes and laughter echoed through the podcast, Marcus and James couldn't help but notice the genuine connection between Clem and Y/n. They felt like they were third wheeling.

Towards the end, Marcus raised his eyebrows. "So, any plans for the future, you two?" Clem exchanged a knowing look with Y/n. "Well, maybe a pit stop at the wedding chapel?" James teased, "Will it be a fast wedding, or will you take it slow?" Clem shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure yet. I assume we'll be stopping off at that wedding chapel I Vegas." Y/n joked. "Oh, can we actually?" Clem asked. "No!" Marcus and James laughed as the concluded up the podcast. "Half your soul? You got awfully poetic, love." Y/n remarked. "He always talks about you like this. Don't mind him." James said, picking up the empty wine glasses. "Oh really?" She asked amusingly as Clem turned more and more red. "What? I love my girlfriend? Is that a crime?" Y/  threw her arms around him and placed a kiss onto his cheek. "You're the sweetest person I have ever met."

"Now look that you've done, guys." Clem said annoyed. "Oh shut up. Let me have a cute boyfriend." He chuckled and hugged her back, kissing her cheek too. "You can have a cute boyfriend

I'll help you look for him." Marcus said. "Oh fuck you, mate!" The three others sat laughing at the annoyed Clement whilst he held his girlfriend in his arms.

[glitterinmyveinss]

// Back to the Basics //

steve- o x fem!reader

summary: you and steveo used to be best friends, knowing eachother since highschool and all. but growing up sucks. Especially when your best friend who you had/have a massive crush on now does coke off of models backs.

❥ ༄ you were so happy for steve-o when his career as a stunt man finally took off. you've know him since highschool and knew that it was definitely the right career for him. You remembered how you two would always go to the park after school and you would just sit and watch him skate, occasionally you would ask him to teach you.

❥༄ "well first you have to put your foot on the board dude" steveo said with a sarcastic tone. you looked at him and pouted "obviously i know that but which one?" for once, he was looking at 𝘆𝗼𝘂 like you were the dumb one. of course you kinda knew which foot you were supposed to put on the board, but steveo just intimated you so much you lost all knowledge around him and it was like your brain was constantly short circuiting. it was that or all the pot you guys smoked last period. he shook his head and laughed. "put down your most dominant foot babe." your heart did a little skip at that. it wasn't unusual for steveo to use pet names with you, but still, everytime he did it made you flustered...and confused. hesitantly, you put your foot on the board. steveo nodded then spoke up "ok now your other foot, then stand sideways, and push with the first foot you put down." you did as told and started moving. you guys were both laughing as you started to get the hang of it "awesome y/n you're better than when i started!" you blushed and smiled at him "thanks stevie" he gave you a soft smile, then ushered for you to follow him. "come on man let's get some tacos from this truck i'm starved." you got off the board and handed it to him and began following him. you loved this side of steve. everyone else thought he was jsut some rich obnoxious asshole who loved attention. and while that wasn't too far from the truth, he still had a loveable side like everyone else. he was extremely funny and could make you smile no matter what mood you were in, he was actually pretty smart at times, and was whole heartedly kind. to you at least. not so much everyone else. you wish everyone could see his soft side so they would understand why you hung out with him, but you also liked how it was reserved just for you.

❥༄ now it's 2002 and "Jackass: The Movie" was doing rounds in the ticket office. Your and Steveos relationship became basically non existent ever since he joined jackass. he started blowing you off to go hang out with other people you didn't even know, started partying a lot more, (if that was even possible) and he was always busy filming stunts, or being in the er. you tried not to bug him about it, afraid of seeming clingy and like you wanted to drag him down, which of course you didn't. you just wanted your friend back. It was a thursday evening and you had just gotten back from your big girl office job. ever since you were little you knew you wanted to leave your home town. It just always felt so small and closed off from the rest of the world to you. you wanted to live somewhere more progressive. so you got serious about school and were able to get a stable, good paying job in san diego. you went to your room, changed, then plotted down on your couch with some greasy fast food. hey you were single and lived alone, so you sometimes forgot to get groceries. you turned on the tv and began flipping through channels. the station it landed on was MTV, you were skeptical about leaving it on, knowing that everytime you saw steveo now, it tugged at your heart. You watched him change, for better and for worse. of course he's always been completely insane, but he had a soft side to him. now all you ever see is him intoxicated. you decided to leave it on. "maybe they won't even play jackass" you thought to yourself. the commercials ended and the intro for "MTV cribs" began to play and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. but once the episode started, you were stunned. it was apparently a "jackass exclusive" episode where steveo and all his other cast members were showing their "cribs." you knew you should turn it off, or find something else to watch, but you didn't want too. the tv began to show steveo, wasted as ever. you watched in disappointment as he began showing his disgusting apartment, putting hot sauce in his eye, and breaking stuff. Of course this was normal for him, but seeing him on tv do it, knowing millions of others were watching, made your heart hurt for him. "i guess his dream came true..." you thought to yourself. you've been knowing for a while yours and steveos relationship was basically over, but this was the breaking point for you. you put your food away, shut the tv off, and curled up into bed. just staring at your ceiling remembering all the good times and how they were over.

❥༄ It was a cold autumn day when your boss called you into her office. the leaves were changing, the air became crisp, and your outfits became a lotttt cuter. it was your favorite season so you were in a good mood when you walked into her office. "hey you needed to see me?" you asked while giving her a hug and handing her a coffee. "thanks! and yeah i have great news for you!" you gasped and put your hands over your mouth. "tell me!" she had a huge smile on her face while she spoke " the board is sending you to LA to get more info for our project! they think you're the perfect candidate for the job." of course you were happy hearing this, it meant you got to travel, even if it was for work, and you've never been to LA before. but you were a little shaken at the thought of being in the same city as steve o after all this time. your boss gave you all the information you needed for you trip and sent you back to your cubicle.

❥༄ a week later, and you were on your way to LA. You were driving there alone, insisiting your boss that you were fine. you tuned on the radio and cool by gwen stefani began playing. as you listened to the lyrics, you began wondering if you and steveo would ever have a relationship like that, where you could be happy and proud for eachother for finding another love, but then again, did you even want a relationship with him at all if it wasn't him as 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 partner? you couldn't see your self being in love with anyone else, you've never been in love with anyone else. 2 hours and 30 minutes later, you made it to your hotel. you grabbed your bags from the car, checked in, and settled in your room. once you were done, you noticed the time, 5:00. "most bars have happy hour right now.." you thought to yourself." you've always wanted to be in LA, so you decided to let loose and find a bar.

❥༄ you changed form your juicy tracksuit, put on a cuter outfit, and added some makeup. you began walking around looking for a bar. once you found one, you walked in and sat at the bar "a sex on the beach please" you told the bartender with a smile. he gave you your drink and you sipped it in silence, already regretting coming here. you weren't that social to begin with, and it's not like you knew anyone. you regretted not having your boss come along. all of a sudden, you heard some loud voices walk in. it sounded like a bunch of guys so you just stayed staring ahead. you would drink your cocktail, go home, change, and watch 10 things i hate about you for the millionth time. then, you heard a voice you knew all too well speak up. "2 budweisers bud" just your luck. steveo was 3 feet away from you. you noticed him look at you then look away, then snap his neck and look back. "holy shit y/n" you turned to look at him, and you wish you didn't. this was your first time seeing and hearing him in person and not through a tv and he still looked beautiful as ever "o-oh! hey stevie" you always called him that. everyone else called him steveo and steve but you just started calling him stevie one day and it stuck. he gave you a hug while smiling you returned it, hoping he wouldn't notice how your shoulders tensed or how your heart was daring to jump out your chest. even with some alcohol in your system he still made you incredibly nervous. damn it. he pulled away from the hug but stayed close. "what are you doing here. you're still in san diego right?" you fidgeted with your hands and had a nervous smile on your face as you spoke. "i'm here for work" he nodded "oh right on!" he seemed really happy to see you actually, but a part of you was telling you that it was just an act and he couldn't give 2 shits about what you were up too. i mean how happy could he be if he never bothered to call anymore? you noticed he was kind of staring at you, then he spoke up "you look r-really good" he said shyly with a soft smile, which was rare from him, and it felt so nostalgic to see him like that again. "thanks so do you" you said while playing with your hair. it was a nervous fidget you had. then all of a sudden, a tall man with dark hair and dark sunglasses came up to you both. it none other than the johnny knoxville. "where's my beer o?" he spoke. steveo jumped a little and looked away from you "here man" johnny took the can then turned to face you. "oh sorry am i interrupting something?" before steveo could even say anything though, you spoke up "oh no i was...just about to leave." you got down from the chair and slinged your purse on your shoulder. "bye boys" you said as you walked out. as much as you wanted to stay and talk to steveo while staring into his eyes, you knew he was officially done with you. he was hanging out with the big shots now. including bam margera and tony hawk. he was banging models and getting wasted daily. he was living life like a rockstar, like he always wanted, and you didn't wanna ruin that for him. it always seemed that you and steveo were from completely different worlds, but now it was painfully obvious. and you didn't belong in his, or so you thought.

❥༄ you were a few blocks from the bar when you began to hear someone behind you running and yelling "y/n wait!" you turned around and saw steveo coming towards you, with your phone in his hand. once he caught up to you he handed it to you "you left this back there" you grabbed the phone while shaking your head "gosh not again!" you put the phone in your purse then turned to him "thanks you're a life saver." he laughed at your comment "still a klutz huh?" he said with a playful smirk. you gave him one back. "old habits die hard" he let out a little chuckle, then his expression slightly changed from playful to serious. "speaking of that.. i meant what i said back there. you look good." you stared at him, not really knowing what to say. it seemed like he was holding back. he noticed that you knew this and continued " i mean seeing you was like a breath of fresh air" he said with a slight chuckle. you could tell he was tipsy. he was always sweet when he was tipsy. "your face reminds me of when everything was more...simple." you started to get angry. not necessarily at him but at the whole situation. and him saying that angered you even more. simple? did he think you were just some plain jane who had nothing better to do but hang out with him? "what is that supposed to mean?" you said while crossing your arms. he held his hands up in defense. " i didn't mean anything bad by it! it's just...you remind me of...before you know?" he said nervously. you'll admit, he was being ridiculously cute right now, but your anger was getting the better of you. "oh before you became an overnight celebrity and ditched me for brad pitt and lindsey lohan?" "y/n no please jsut list-" you cut him off. "no steve just stop....just stop." tears began to sting the corners of your eyes. you cursed yourself for always being so emotional. you spoke up, your voice shaky. "i was fine with leaving us and all the good times in the past and letting go, but now here you are pouring salt on all my wounds" steveo was staring at you, his face deathly serious and his eyes wide. "why do you think you have to leave us in the past?" you laughed at this. was he serious? "seriously? i mean come on steve we haven't talked in forever and...you're just...different now" he stared at you, looking genuinely hurt, and you knew he hated it when people called him steve, he told you so back in sophmore year when you guys were on the swings at some random park,

"𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

you snapped out of your memory when steveo began shouting back at you "you think i haven't noticed y/n? i mean fuck, i just got off a bender, and i'm probably gonna go on another one." you stared at him dumbfounded. "that's not my fault steve i-" "yeah it is!" he yelled at you. you blinked and stepped back. "w-what?" he looked away from you and ran a hand through his short hair while looking down at his shoes. "ever since you left to san diego i've been lost man. you stared at him as he continued. " i've always been crazy but when i was with you... i was able to stop and be me. you didn't expect me to do any stunts, you didn't expect money or drugs from me, you just accepted me for me. the first time we hung out was the first time i felt normal, like i didn't have to put up an act so you would stay interested." it's true that you left him first. once you turned 18 you moved to san diego and started looking for jobs within your field. you didn't know how much this affected steveo thought, you didn't know he needed you as much as you needed him. while you were standing there, staring at him, in shock, he got tired of your silence. "man forget it." he waved his hand and began walking away. you snapped out of your trance and began yelling for him "no stevie! come back." he turned around, with cold eyes. you walked up to him and began to speak "i didn't know you felt that way. i didn't know you needed me as much as i needed you..." you let out a sad laugh "as much as i still need you. im sorry" you looked up at him to catch his reaction, but he was already staring at you, and as soon as your eyes locked, it was like something inside of him snapped. he grabbed your face and kissed you, hard. you were frozen for a second, you always wanted this and it was hard to believe that it was happening. but you pushed all those feelings back and melted into the kiss, putting your hands around his neck while his snaked down to your waist. you pulled away first, and smiled at him. he stepped back then spoke "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that" you laughed at his cheesey comment, then slapped his forehead. he grabbed his forehead and groaned "what the hell was that for?" you laughed at him and rubbed the area you slapped, as a sorry. "for not telling me you liked me back all those years ago!" he looked at you with a soft smile. "well let me make it up to you... how about we get lunch tomorrow? or breakfast or dinner whatever's best for you." he said while scratching his neck. you laughed at how nervous he was "how about dinner and a movie...the new star wars is out we can watch that!" he laughed at your excitement "ok geek sounds good" you just laughed it off and smiled at him. you guys were stuck staring at eachother for a minute before you spoke up "walk me to my room?" he grabbed your hand "lead the way babe" you missed that nickname. you giggled as you two began walking away, forever thankful for this evening. it felt you two were back to the basics.

authors note: hope you guys liked this! i know a lot of stuff in here is inaccurate but for the sake of the fic let's pretend everything's ok! also this was inspired by lana del reys unreleased song "back to the basics"

[bananadrinkxxx]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 (2)

[Aemond Targaryen x female Lucerys Velaryon • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]

Only for 18+

[description: Boarding School - Modern Setting. Lucerya avoided her uncle for years but Aemond remembers and he is on his mission to make her life a living hell.]

Masterlist for all available parts (click here)

"I heard she removed Aemond's eye with a spoon and ate it afterwards."

Apparently, Aemond was not the only psychopath at this school. What sane person would start such perverse rumors?

The rumors were awful.

She would love to go to these girls and smack the bullshit out of them.

Jacaerys liked to claim that Lucy had trouble controlling herself but she wasn't the one looking for someone else's eye.

Well, in reality she already did it, but it wasn't planned. Aemond planned her death. Big Difference.

Damn, she had been a child and tried to protect her brother.

She wasn't a bad person.

He attacked. She protected.

Aemond Tarargyen, on the other hand, a full-time psychopath, seemed to have a plan to make her life miserable before he would kill her.

He was just everywhere.

When she came out of the classroom, he walked past her, when she visited her brother, he was suddenly there, and when she had to go to the toilet, he suddenly had to go the same way.

This man had made it his top priority to torment her before he wanted to remove her eye.

"Can't you fuck off?," she said when Aemond surprisingly bumped into her. Again.

"This school doesn't belong to you, little Lucy. I know you are used to get what you want without any consequences but here I am the one who rules," Aemond snarled. "By the way, I'm assigned to you, I think you'll have to endure my presence a little longer. Stay strong."

Ah, the popular joke about her real father again.

Harwin Strong was a businessman in a rival company and her mother was said to have had an affair with him that produced Jace and Lucy.

Since she and Leanor both had silvery blonde hair, it was easy to assume that they weren't Leanor's children.

But her mother had never admitted it, and Leanor never said something.

"Well, very funny, now that you're done with your stupid jokes, you can fuck off and take your shit to-" Lucy winced as Aemond shoved her into a small side corridor and pushed her against the wall.

That seemed to be his habit.

Pushing people against walls.

Or at least her.

"This is my fucking school, niece. Who do you think you are?" He held her arms tightly. She was sure she would see his prints there in the morning. He looked down at her, hard and unyielding. He was a head taller than her, if not even more, and never had Lucy felt so small.

As a child, she has been taller than Aemond, despite their age difference, but that had more than doubled in his favor. The little crybaby Aemond was now a man. To her misfortune.

Puberty did hit him too hard.

"Let me go right now, Aemond," she ordered, tried to free herself but Aemond looked down at her mockingly. Her attempts were pathetic.

"Or what? Are you going to take my other eye then?"

She really longed for that at the moment.

"I've already apologized!"

"You can keep your apology. I desire something else from you," Aemond breathed, pressing her even harder against the wall. If that was even possible. No sheet of paper would fit between them. She had never been so close to anyone before. Her heart was beating wildly against her chest. What the hell was this? "How does it feel, little Lucy? Knowing that I could take your eye anytime, hmm? Do you want to know how it made me feel? Or is everything forgotten and forgiven to you after your sweet apology?"

There was nothing in the world that could save her.

Her mother had made it very clear that she would be spending this school year at King's Landing, and Jacaerys was more concerned about his affairs with some girls than anything else.

What was his advice ? Keep cool ?

The next time he had another argument with Aegon, his blood splattered everywhere, Lucy would recommend a loving 'Keep cool' as well.

She flinched as Aemond's fingers touched her lips.

Would it be a good idea to bite him now? Then he would not only be the one-eyed Aemond but also the fingerless one.

"So will you give me your eye?," he asked. "Or shall I take something else?"

My life? My money? My pure soul?

"Tell me, Lucy," Aemond breathed "Why are you shaking so much? Is it because of me? Has never anyone ever touched you before?"

By the old gods. His words sounded so filthy. Did he do that on purpose?

"Even if someone had touched me, it's none of your fucking business," she hissed and Aemond laughed in response.

She tried to free herself but he pushed her harder against the wall. Pressed against the wall without escape. It made her feel his muscles under his shirt.

He took her breath away, twisted her world and she couldn't help but think about how his skin would feel against hers.

"Even if? So I'd be the first to-"

"Aemond?"

They both looked to the right. Lucy embarrassed and shocked that they had been caught and Aemond murderous that he had been interrupted.

A girl with long black hair and tanned skin stood not far from them and stared at them.

Her gaze was disdainful as she ran it over Lucy. "Who is this?"

Aemond let his gaze slide back to Lucy and the corners of his mouth turned up. She did not like his look. He looked down on her like a wild animal ready to devour its prey.

"My new playmate," Aemond replied in amusement, gently stroking Lucy's cheek with his long fingers before pulling away, leaving her pressed against the wall like an idiot.

He left her without a second glance and threw his arm around the strange girl, who gave Lucy a hostile look before letting Aemond pull her along.

Lucy clutched her chest, which was rising and falling uncontrollably.

It was worse than she had expected. Maybe she shouldn't wait until Aemond killed her. Maybe it would be better if she faked her own death.

This school year was going to be horrific.

Aemond was not only a psychopath but also an arrogant bastard.

And everyone in that goddamn school seemed to respect him.

Or fear. Often these two feelings were close to each other.

"His mother was here yesterday," Baela informed him. "Aemond beat up some classmate for pulling his eye patch off."

"Sounds fair," judged Rhaena.

"Before that, they say Aemond pushed him against the lockers."

"And now it sounds a lot less fair."

"And has he been suspended?" Lucy asked hopefully.

Baela gave her a pitying look.

"Unfortunately not, our uncle spoke to Mr. Velaryon. He got only a warning," Rhaena shared. Lucy had to organize her thoughts for a moment. By uncle she meant her uncle Viserys, who ironically was Lucy's grandfather.

It was all very confusing.

"And that's what happens when you have a powerful man as your father," Baela interjected as she put another spoonful of soup in her mouth. It was already her third plate and Lucy wondered when she'd finally stuffed the black hole in her stomach.

"Aemond is an asshole and one of the reasons is that Viserys always gets him out of those situations."

Lucy could only agree.

They all looked up as Alys River's laughter echoed through the hall.

She sat on Aemond's lap and seemed to be having fun while Aemond looked almost bored.

He sat back in his chair, legs spread wide and one arm over the seat back.

"Look at him, how he sits there like he is the god damn king of this school."

They all looked at him. "Well, he kind of is, the king of this school. His minions love him and do everything he says."

Suddenly, Aemond's gaze shifted to them and Baela and Rhaena jumped in shock.

They looked back at their plates as fast as they could, but Lucy felt ... consumed.

Aemond's gaze pierced her and robbed her of the ability to think. Why did he have so much power over her?

A knowing smile appeared on his lips and he winked at her.

Annoyed, Lucy rolled her eyes and turned around.

It was best if she tried to avoid him.

It was like some bad cheesy teen drama when she walked out of the secretariat and walked straight into Hugh Hammer.

Hugh Hammer was big and would have knocked her over if he hadn't caught her at the last second.

She was momentarily dizzy from the impact.

"Are you alright?" he asked looking at her worried.

He was pretty. He had brown eyes with long eyelashes and light blonde hair.

His face was very square and his build was similar to Aemond's, only slightly shorter and broader.

As Lucy ran her gaze over his body, she saw the muscles showing beneath his clothing.

"You mean after you almost killed me?" she asked wryly and he laughed.

"You ran into me. As quickly as you stormed out of the secretariat, it's a wonder you didn't kill me," he joked and she laughed.

She had called her mother begging her to take her out of school, but the only thing that had come from her was that her life hadn't been easy either.

Thanks for nothing, mum.

She decided to write a long farewell letter explaining that it was her fault that she had to suffer so much before Aemond finally had mercy and put an end to her suffering.

"I'm Hugh," he introduced himself and Lucy took his outstretched hand.

"Lucerya but my friends call me Lucy," and Aemond Targaryen who was doing whatever he wanted. Little Lucy. Sweet.

"Lucerya? Are you Jacaerys' little sister?"

"Oh god, please don't tell me you're friends with him?"

Hugh laughed.

"No, I was in the same year as Aegon before he had to repeat. Jacaerys is just very popular, and word has it his sister is going to our boarding school."

Apparently, Jacaerys wasn't lying about his supposed popularity after all. People here were crazy. Maybe she should drop that he cries when he sleeps.

"Are you at the party tonight?"

"What party?"

"Your brother's party?" Hugh asked in surprise and looked confused.

Well, he wasn't the only one.

Jacaerys, that little asshole, that little worm, that little dwarf, didn't invite her.

Hugh would think she was a boring loser if she confessed to him now.

"Ah, the party. Sorry, always so busy I forgot." She laughed like a crazy bitch. All she had to do was open one of her books and dream that she was somewhere else. Far away. "Of course I'll come."

"Cool," Hugh replied, smiling. He was so cute.

"See you tonight then, Lucy."

Now all she had to do was find out where this party was taking place.

And killing her brother for not inviting her.

Did sound like a good plan.

Taglist:

@watercolorskyy @marvelescvpe @ammo23

[instexcamera]

i need someone who will ramble abt leo to me..!!! PEOPLE DON'T TALK ABT DOM LEO ENOUGH.. ok yes he's a silly little switch but please 😓 i want to be dominated by that man so much i can't anymore actually....... he's just a silly little guy!!!!!!!!!!!!! (you can definitely not feel his erection poking against you while you cuddle)

i def think leo would enjoy being called 'ou-sama' while being intimate. enjoying seeing you beg for him whilst you moan it out every minute or so!

ALSO!!! this dude definitely cums alot when he has an orgasm. he pushes himself deeper into you whenever he feels that he's getting close. he isn't even pulling out yet and it's already leaking down your thighs! 1!1!1?1?1?

leoooo hehehshshsh i love him so much🥲. he definitely likes to grope you whenever your cuddling, toying with your nipples now and there, it's sooo cute

he's also someone who gets all lovey dovey after sex (ESPECIALLY after hard/hate sex.) he definitely loooves seeing you in his shirts once you two wake up after a long night of intimacy.

enjoys giving and receiving oral!! i can't imagine how good leo would b at eating someone out... his tongue going deep into you, and his mouth sucking on all the right places TT... (actually, screw that, all the knights members are probably good at oral, ritsu and leo stick out the most to me when it comes to it tho. the two models are still pretty good though <3)

making you ride him one day was always on his bucket list ;3.. he's already guiding you onto his lap, grabbing your hips whilst you grind against him, you were so sure you were already drooling from the corner of your mouth at that point from how full you feel, while leo just chuckles and casually licks it all up. he's already eaten you out before, its not gonna be that bad if he tastes your saliva, right?.. you two makeout almost every chance you get, anyway.

enjoy the leo ramble.. the world needs more dom! leo truthers honestly 🥹

Oo another Leo

Yea I see a bunch of sub Leo usually and there needs to be more of him as a dom. Dom Leo would probably be one of the nice doms except their so rough and have a bunch of stamina but they're so sweet

And yea, cuddle sex with Leo. It would start out all nice, him just spooning you and then suddenly he's hard. I don't think he'd say anything either waiting till it goes away or you make a move such as grinding back on him. If you do then he'd start out all teasing, nibbling and kissing on your neck before sliding his hands down your pants and slowly lowering them just enough so he can push his cock in

I haven't heard a lot about his cum but yk, I like what you're saying. Also also, hear me out. Leo with a breeding kink, he already tries to release as deep as he can inside of you, and so much comes out it leaks down your thighs. Why not add a breeding kink into it? Leo trying to put as much as he can into you, until a little bulge appears on your stomach because he's released so much into you

It'd be funny to have Leo be so rough on you for hours, calling you mean names and over stimulating you so much and when he's finally done to be all sweet and lovely dovey. Such as running and taking a bath with you, cuddling, getting you food as if he didn't just completely turn you into a mess

I can see Leo being super good at oral. He would definitely be good with his mouth along with Ritsu, I agree with what you said

Along with riding Leo what about him having you do it while he's tryna compose a song. He claims it "encourages and inspires him" but all it really is is a distraction and an excuse to get you all needy and whiney on top of him. Don't think he won't be composing though, he would, just writing it on your body while you drool all over him

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Trick Wh(or)e Treat

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: none really, just a cute Halloween one shot! A little treat for you all since it's been a while 🎃 swearing, name calling, mentions of hauntings, Halloween puns, nervous boys, drinking, teasing 🖤 rating: mature I suppose

"Boo!" Dominic shook harder at the silly word. He'd had an impossibly hard night even though Halloween was always his favorite. The world was a freak show on October thirty first, not just him. Not just his mind. "Shit, I didn't mean to actually scare you. You good?" He didn't know how to answer the calming voice, he just shook his head no and hoped his trembling was enough of an answer. His best friend sighed and pulled him inside his home, taking off the demon mask he was wearing to reveal a heavily made up face. Seemed he had multiple costumes in one. Or maybe the mask was just to be silly. "Fuck happened?" The rapper asked, pulling the boy into his arms but Dom didn't know how to speak. He was starting to think he should just go home.

"Close the door." He whispered instead and Colson poked his head out, looking around to make sure everything was safe before he shut and locked it.

"Should I get a gun?" The taller man half joked but when his friend just shrugged he felt himself go more on alert. If someone was after the punk they'd have to go through him. "Dude- talk to me." He growled as Dom pulled away and stumbled over to his bar, pulling out a bottle of tequila and downing enough to start a fire in his belly. Shiiiit, Kells knew something was seriously wrong if Dom was drinking that.

"Fink I've got a ghost." He panted, his black lipstick smeared. Finally Colson was able to take in his appearance a little more. Honestly the kid looked like he belonged in West Hollywood, he was barely wearing more than a Victoria Secret Angel but the man wouldn't complain. He might stare and grumble internally but he wouldn't complain.

"Slutty much?" Okay maybe he would complain a little, but only because every time he saw Dom so underdressed it gave him a funny feeling in his stomach. Or lower. Definitely lower.

"It was for a party. Fuck off. It ain't me main costume." He snarked back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Sparkly black smeared across his cheek and he looked as if he'd been rode hard and put away wet- in the best way. The singer looked down at himself, his fishnet top and barely there black bottoms, his torn hose and scuffed knee high boots. Even his wings looked bent and ruffled. "Fuck. Did you 'ear me?"

Kells nodded, joining the boy at the bar to get his own drink, though he kept it calmer with a whiskey. "And I'm supposed to believe in ghosts?" He asked, his voice already a drawl as if he'd been pregaming before whatever party he was headed to.

"You don't?"

"You do?"

"It don't matter! I'm being 'aunted!"

Kells took a deep breath and a deeper drink, his blue eyes covered by red contacts were locked on the kid and taking in his stressed look. Even so upset and halfway to drunk he was adorable. Shit. The glass hit the bar top a little too sharply and he rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, why do you think you're haunted?"

Dominic smirked, the corner of his lips curling up as he all but vibrated where he stood. In the boots he was almost six foot but still shorter than Kells so he was able to look up at him from under thick eyelashes with his big jade eyes lined in coal. "Cause I can't get ya out me 'ead." The punk whimpered softly and for just a moment they both stopped breathing. He didn't know what had pushed him to finally say something but he'd woken up that day and knew he had to. It had terrified him all bloody day.

One of Col's brows went up and his lips started to twitch as if to smile or laugh. For just a moment he was sure the kid was pranking him but he'd never seen Dom look so vulnerable. Open. Scared. He took a breath as his heart jump started itself and took a step closer. "Why'd you shrug about me getting a gun then?"

That heavy gaze dropped to the rapper's too tight pants and it felt to Kells as if he'd been touched. He couldn't help but shudder. "I never said which gun."

Colson snorted, shaking his head at his best friend's absurdity. He wasn't upset and he somehow wasn't as scared as he thought he'd be. This always seemed inevitable. "You think you can show up looking like a whore fallen angel and get in my pants with a bit like that?"

"I fink I could show up in any'fin wiv no bit and get in ya pants Kells. But look-" He hummed, reaching behind himself to fiddle with something in the wings. After a moment they lit up with tiny sparkling lights and fluttered a few times. The man couldn't help but grin and move closer.

"You don't have a halo." He teased, staring at the mess of wild hair. He wasn't sure why he kept picking on the boy but he couldn't help it. A lot would change the moment he agreed or disagreed.

"Yeah I do but you supposed to wear it." The boy purred so smoothly that it took the rapper a moment to figure it out but when he did his dick jerked and he groaned deep. He felt himself drawn even closer, their bodies like magnets.

"You think your ass is heaven?"

"You fink it's not? Only one way to find out. So, you gonna stop 'aunting me Cols?" Dom whispered, tangling his fingers in the taller man's shirt to pull him down. Down. Their lips were only an inch apart but it still felt too far.

Colson licked his lips, his hands itching to see what the kid's skin felt like under his palms. What he tasted like. How tight his halo was and if it would fit on his… head. "Trick or treat?"

"Treat please?" The punk asked softly, his hot breath ghosting Col's mouth. They both smiled as their lips met and hands started to wander. As things turned just a little sloppy he couldn't help thinking it was definitely that, a special treat just for him. He just hoped he wouldn't wake up tomorrow to find it was all a trick but he trusted Dom better than that. He was the devil and the boy in his arms was definitely an angel. His angel. It might just turn out to be his happiest Halloween yet.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker (thank you for the title idea 👻) @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @triplexdoublex @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Sorry I haven't written in a while but my whole day is devoted to taking care of my mother. I put this together as a treat while she was napping. I hope you're all having a wonderful Halloween! 🎃 Love you so much! Hopefully I can write more of my regular stuff soon 🖤

[maguro13-2]

The Secret of Krillin's Ex Revealed

Android 17 : Nice Kid of yours, That's Maron alright. You know, sis. I gotta admit it. Being a uncle and park ranger is great. But I do believe that he named his daughter after his long-lost Ex from the fillers.

Android 18 : You are definitely right. He did named after a blued-haired b--I mean, blue-haired lady that he used to be his girlfriend. So I wonder what's so secret that I didn't even met his ex.

Krillin's Ex (Maron) : *walking by* Hi, people I never seen before in Krillin's.

17 & 18 : Hi, Maron from the filler saga of Dragon Ball Z.

*One Piece SFX : Funny Sound Effect*

Android 17 : Uhh, sis?

Android 18 : Yeah?

Android 17 : Was that the guy's ex that she walked by us?

Android 18 : Uh-huh.

Android 17 : We didn't even met her.

Android 18 : Well it's not wonder that we named our daughter his Ex. I feel something is very suspicious to that woman that we never seen before in our lives.

Android 17 : Let's go find out.

(scene flips)

Android 17 : Alright Krillin's EX. I know you're in there and I demand that you tell us that you were the one who gave my niece her name, and you a slender young woman who is curvaceous and hot in a golden swimsuit, let's just agree that you're still just a--

*reveals a lab full of copies of Krillin's Ex Maron*

Android 17 : CLONES!?!

Android 18 : What the f***

Android 17 : Oh God! This is where Krillin's Ex came from?

Android 18 : Who in the world would put a lab full of Maron Clones?

Dr. Briefs : That's because Krillin's girlfriend was actually a clone of my daughter.

Android 17 : You! You did this!

Android 18 : You're the one who created Maron!

Android 17 : You're sick, man! You're sick!

Dr. Briefs : I know this had been a long time til someone managed to learn the truth that it was I who created a clone of Bulma and it became a popular for Toei Animation and in turned it become known as Krillin's Ex Girlfriend.

Android 18 : Wait a second. You took the DNA from your own daughter to make it look like Krillin's bruja girlfriend? I bet you're the one that is trying to make Goku's wife jealous.

Dr. Briefs : Not jealously! Retribution. I've known my own daughter had been lost when I felt that she was gonna be killed by the copy of that Bulma. And now you underestimated the secret.

Android 18 : You mean you were producing copies of the orignal bulma to make another Maron? Is that what you've been doing all along.

??? : Not just any copies of the original Bulma, but an android created to bring world domination that I built.

Android 17 : Old man Gero! You're working with him!? But I killed you for good riddance!

Dr. Gero : Thanks to my brilliant plans of making another copy of me, I will achieve my plans to dominating the world by unleashing my army of Maron copies that rid of all the women in the world!

Dr. Briefs : So when two geniues working together, we put our efforts to show jealousy and Envy to all what it means to make fans jealous over Chi-Chi.

Android 18 : Oh God!

Android 17 : That's it, Old man! You're dead! You're gonna be toast for sure! I'm gonna lay a pounding on ya with my fists!

Dr. Gero : I wouldn't be so sure about that. Maron! Take out those pitiful Androids I created, they are no longer in use for me.

Maron : Yes, Master.

Android 17 : You think that I am gonna lay a finger on a slender and curvaceous woman to think she's Bulma? Yeah, right. Hey, sis help me and--*gets blasted by Maron's finger laser* GAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Android 18 : Bro! No! You mad man! I will never forgive you for this!

Dr. Gero : This is truly quite the end of you 18, and you will never save everyone, neither can save yourself from this terror that we have unleashed. Now my Marons, destroy that pitiful 18 once and for all...FOR LIFE!

Marons : [robotic-tone] *chanting Kill 18*

Android 18 : No! Stay back! I'm warning you! You aren't Krillin's girlfriend anymore and you're just a copy of the orignal Bulma! I'm a good housewife and a loving mother! You can't do this! No! No! No! NOOOOOOOO!!!

Android 17 : Hey, sis! Wake up!

*18 wakes up from Dream*

Android 18 : Huh? Wha-?

Android 17 : Quit daydreaming! You're missing out on all of the fun from this party.

Android 18 : It was nuts I tell ya, there was Krillin's Ex Maron, finding out that Maron was a copy or an android of the original Bulma that died, the old man Gero was secretly working with his father for the Red Ribbon Army we used to work at and Maron tried to kill us!

Android 17 : What you're talking about sis? You're just having one of them fantasies again. Krillin's Ex just died in an accident. Who cares if his girlfriend was a copy of the Bulma we know, at least we're still living in the dream.

Android 18 : Yeah, living in the dream. Guess our kid Marron is Maron after all, who says anything about Krillin's Ex been long since the Garlic Jr Saga was only filler at the time.

Krillin's Ex Maron : Excuse me guys, but is this the party that I am in time?

Android 17 : Eh? Who are you supposed to be?

Krillin's Ex Maron : Well, I'm Maron, Krillin's Ex. We used to meet each other at the start of the Garlic Jr. Saga, it was our fun time here at the beach. So I was wondering if I could meet Krillin once again or even meet his best friend who died in a serious fight with his brother or even exploded in space. Who cares if anyone thinks that I am a copy of the original Bulma Briefs when you least have me for a special reunion.

Android 18 : Hey, Bro. You thinking what I'm thinking? Should we keep this as a secret?

Android 17 : Oh, shucks. Here we go again.

[iris out]

[COURSE CLEAR (NSMB VER.) - kOJI KONDO]

"AND NOW YOU KNOW!"

Mario : That's-a So nice!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Blast+Explosion*

Mario : *coughs*

Android 18 : [To 17] I told him that would shut him up.

[bi-turtle-enthusiast]

Thanks for answering my ask. Can I ask (again), if you don't mind, your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from TGCF & SVSSS? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments each from the series? Thanks if you want to answer....

ough ok this is gonna be hard bc i unironically love every character in tgcf for one reason or another.

top 3 tgcf characters:

3. Shi Qingxuan/Jun Wu I did NOT expect Jun Wu to be on this list but I started writing my fic and I kind of fell in love with his character. He's an awful person who loves causing misery but at the same time there's something so painfully human about wanting so desperately to be understood by someone, anyone. I don't condone his actions but I'm here to watch. I love Shi Qingxuan for being genderfluid, brave and kind, and just so much fun. She brings unmatched energy into every scene she's in and I just love her.

2. Hua Cheng This one should be pretty obvious considering I made him my pfp on my art blog and refuse to stfu about him but god DAMN I just can't stop thinking about him. I love everything about him. His amazing fits. His incredibly powerful imagery. The way he's just so insane. His butterflies. The color red. The gender. Everything.

1. Xie Lian He's the one I draw the most for a reason. I have a thing for characters who choose kindness whenever they can, and I love Xie Lian for being able to ultimately decide that he does in fact want to use his godly powers to protect his believers and not to dominate them. He doesn't make that decision lightly—he knows what it's like to abuse his power for the sake of vengeance and he's seen what it's like when gods abuse their power for greed—he decides that being kind and benevolent is the path he wants to take because ultimately, it's love that keeps the world intact. Xie Lian is love, and I love him.

Honorable mentions: Mu Qing, Shi Wudu, He Xuan, Yushi Huang

top 3 svsss characters (bear with me because I am not super familiar with SVSSS)

3. Shang Qinghua I want to throw him against a wall (affectionate). I hate him. I love him but on a deeper level I hate him but on an even deeper level I love him. Just,, such a little shit

2. Zhuzi Lang He's a pathetic little meow meow with a fucked up sense of morality and objectively too many snakes. Someone get this guy a therapist and maybe a snack

1. Liu Qingge He's a hater through and through. I, too, find Bingqiu irritating. His "no Luo Binghes allowed" rule is perfection imo. And the way Shen Qingqiu can just call out his name and Liu Qingge will come out of literally nowhere with a flying kick?? Love that.

I honestly can't rank my top 3 moments from SVSSS because I don't remember it that well. Here are mine from TGCF though!

3. Jealous Xie Lian during the Blackwater arc Hua Cheng is like "my beloved is a noble, gracious special someone" and Xie Lian is like "ugh i hope they fucking die I MEAN I HOPE YOU THEY MAKE YOU SMILE." We don't really see jealous Xie Lian that often and it was really funny to see just how petty he got. He's usually really calm and collected and neutral about things but he was so intense here. Possibly because he was a bit hangry.

2. The Hualian confession Everything about it is just. hrmnksgnsf. I love it. I love the way they're kinda awkward after it but then they clear the air a bit and continue onwards while holding hands. I love the way Xie Lian confesses with a hug.

1. The bamboo hat/Xie Lian telling Bai Wuxiang to fuck off The moment where Xie Lian's faith in humanity is restored. And then Bai Wuxiang appears and tries to be all evil and Xie Lian just goes "fuck off you ugly mf you're blocking my sun" to the guy who's been haunting him nonstop for months on end. And Bai Wuxiang is so stunned that he gets a little desperate—so desperate that he starts a fight just so he can have an excuse to be "defeated" by Jun Wu. Man, I love that scene.

[xseizure-candyx]

*tries to be mean- fails*

Dan x reader

(Introductory chapter, thats all)

---------------------------------------------------

the sun was bright, the sky clear and the breeze was cool, all this to say that i was having the worst day of my life atm. my dad was being the biggest dick head in the entire world and because he cant handle any kind of emotion or female at that he kicks me out in the blink of an eye, im sorry but im not a maid. i had to pack in a day, be out and hunting the next, and just yesterday was i approved to move into my new apartment, my own space that i can dominate to do what i want, i should be happy to be on my own at my big age of 21 but for some reason i feel bad for leaving an old man alone, but then again im not dealing with his yelling and commanding for any longer. at this moment i am moving in, i have to carry each, and every, LARGE BOX, up stairs and into my apartment MYSELF. i make my way back down to the moving van and so happen to see someone standing by it with two other people i don't know, i got a little anxious because i wanted to be a bit more on the down low but damn, three people at once. as i got closer i was able to register the people, a tall built blonde, an average sized purple haired woman and a short dark haired man. they seem friendly from afar but as i got closer and into their bubble the small mans energy makes me a little more on guard, i didn't say a word as i got closer because all i heard was the smaller man ranting about how no one was allowed to move in because its only ever an inconvenience to him and how all people are stupid and problems only come from new people. i just stood behind him and listened, by the time the other two noticed me but he was facing away from me, they looked at him and pointed in my direction. He was mid sentence when he glanced my way "OH, AND I SUPPOSE YOUR THE-" he abruptly looked me over and clasped his hands behind him and straightened his back "ooooh, you must be my new neighbor! im dan and this is my best friend Chris........and his wife Elise" he gestured to the other two people who were waving at me "hello, and welcome to the neighborhood i hope you're not moving all of this in yourself" Elise said, i smiled and introduced myself "its nice to meet you, im (y/n)". dans eyes haven't moved from my form at all but i act like i don't notice how weird he is to not hurt his feelings or embarrass him " uuuh, yeah. im kinda on my own but ill be ok" i smiled tiredly. Elise and Chris immediately volunteer to help me carry boxes into my house but i deny it to be nice, though i really do need help "dont worry (y/n) its not a problems at all we wouldn't want you to tire yourself out on your first day in your new apartment" Chris said. i smiled and looked at all of them " thank you so much, you guys are some of the kindest people I've met so far" i purposely didn't make eye contact with dan when saying that, and it caused him to to quip in " i can help, im nice too!" feeling bad i looked at him and smiled " of course id appreciate it, and maybe i can make us all dinner when we are finished" the blonde man with a box already in his arms snapped his head in my direction "yes please" and i giggled at that, hes funny and his wife is really sweet, i might want to consider a friendship, but dan is.... i don't know right now but we'll see.

---------------------------------------------------

After placing a few things that need to be put in place, i sat chris elise and dan in the living room and allow them to pick what to watch and even play games, but dan was consistent on getting in the kitchen to stare up at me and ask questions every 5 minutes like a toddler. I give up and sigh "look dan if your going to ask so many questions then you might as well put on that apron and help" it was silent, but seconds later dan has a stepping stool pulled up next to me and is wearing a frilly pink apron, i giggled at how willing he is to help me all of a sudden, hes been quieter ever since hes first saw me, almost like hes thinking constantly but about what, its not like hes not enjoying my company, i show him what to cut and how to cut it and he listens, him helping is making the process quicker. We both go to grab the last tomato and our hands touch, his on top of mine, even though i did jump a little he didn't move away at first, as if he liked the contact, when he did pull his hand away he was furrowing his brows and blushing "I-I FORGOT I HAVE TO GO FEED MR MUMBLES" and ran through the door and im assuming to his apartment. 'hm....whats all this about now' I shrug it off and scramble to finish the pasta i was making and go to sit with chris and elise with our plates "hey wheres dan" i shrugged my shoulders and sat his food in front of him and elise and sit with my own "something about feeding mr mumbles, i suppose its a cat or dog but ill head over and give him his food later im hungry right now" and with that we all ate, and after we ate we talked and even played games, and when it was time for them to leave it was late, i walked them to their car and hugged them both "thank you guys for all the help, i couldnt have asked for a better first experience and i hope we can become good friends" i say and smile "well with that meal you just cooked us consider us buddies!!!" Chris said out of his window "yea well be sure to keep in touch and maybe we can help you seek out stuff for your apartment too!" Elise had quipped, and after all of our goodbyes they drove off. After i watch them drive off i make my way up stairs and back to my apartment, as im passing each window i stopped by dans because i heard what sounded like ranting but it wasnt like earlier, where he was angry and sporadic but more low and gentle, sounded like he was kinda disappointed or sad. An idea pops into my head, maybe hes just alone and doesnt like when he feels left out, so i headed to my apartment and got two slices of cake and his dinner and went to dans, i will share this cake with him and hopefully become best neighbors and even friends, maybe then he wont be so awkward, i knocked on his door and smiled for hospitality, but for some reason it took a short while for dan to answer. i go to knock again when the door is swung open and dan is standing there looking a little down, not sad but not too enthused either "hey dan....i noticed you missed dinner so....i thought id bring it over for you, also i was hoping we could share dessert and you know...talk, get to know each other?" For a split second fear was shown on his face and while his eyes darted around his apartment he wasn't looking too sure"i-i would be honored to enjoy dessert with you, its just- my apartment is a mess" and he held his door wide open in shame. i peer in with no visible reaction but holy hell was it cluttered, usually people with depression or deteriorating mental state cant clean or notice when its too dirty, they just dont process it the same. I frown dont at dan with sympathy "dan im not one to judge but have you ever consider asking for help, i mean im sure no one wants to see you like this" his eyebrows furrow and he clenches his fist "NO BECAUSE IM NOT WEAK I CAN HANDLE THINGS ON MY OWN" aah there it is "what if i offer to come over and help ill even make us lunch" i say sweetly, purposefully sounding cute, he groans and blushes, then fidgets with his hands "ok but......dont mock me or use this against me, ill ruin your life" he said the last part as a threat, i smiled

[kannra21]

you’ve got this nasty habit of starting arguments with useless, baseless facts and then pretend to be all high and mighty even though none of what you said makes sense. You trying to be “badass” and “ending” people will never not be funny. you just look stupid.

this is the second time you’re doing this after the whole misogyny incident.

Eh I think you're the one who's stupid enough to come to my blog and write nonsense, accusing me of something that's absolutely not true simply bc you're not seeing the bigger picture and you're lacking critical thinking. Plus every statement I've made was backed up by evidence. You won't aknowledge it bc reality doesn't align with your frame of thinking and you're emotional.

Woman side of the fandom is very hypocritical. You can have a hoe phase and expect men not to care about your past. But when a man (in this case Gojo) does the exact same thing your feelings get hurt? Hypocrisy.

Now that you've touched the topic, no, I'm not a misogynist. I'm a woman so it doesn't make sense. I just don't support hookup culture that's so normalized nowadays. Plus men get insecure if you've slept with multiple partners bc he will never satisfy you. You had so much experience, what if some other dude you've slept with fucked u better than him? You keep comparing him with everyone you've ever been with. And if a man truly loves you he wants to be the only one who can satisfy you. The benefit goes both ways. And couples who have active sexual life are much happier, bc you're obsessed with each other. You can't be obsessed with your man if he can't fuck you correctly. You can't keep thinking about Adrian while Nate fucks you. Women with experience are difficult to please. And if he can't please you he feels less of a man.

Like, he wants you to be happy and he wants to be the only one who can give you this happiness. Why do you think men like watching their woman's face when doing the deal? Bc they care about how you feel. And it feeds their male ego if he's the only one who can make you feel this good. You're his woman. Nobody can have you. And this possessiveness and dominance makes a man so hot. And confident and secure too. It sounds primal and funny and "haha men are such cavemen" but be honest with yourself, you like it too.

I agree that he had a fboy phase but he's not a cheater. People need to understand the difference between the two. Gojo is absolutely loyal in a relationship, but he never found his girl. Bc he never got a chance at being intimate with someone on serious terms. He never formed a bond with anyone bc he knows that deep inside he's broken. And that he's lacking in many ways. He has a lousy personality. He said so himself in ch11. Plus he's the ethical type and he's not playing with anyone's feelings. I believe that Gojo is kind and he knows that love is a very serious thing, TMMTS ch1. So at least he's openly casual ab it, nobody's feelings get hurt and everyone is happy.

Since men have this hormone called testosterone and their drives are often much higher than women's (this is smtng we girls don't rly understand bc we don't need it as much as they do), there's a certain factor called "male ego". He can't jack off. It's embarrassing and humiliating. Bc of the "post nut syndrome" and the way you feel like a loser etc. etc. Like ok, women perceive it as a pleasurable experience, but with men it's not the same. They feel guilt. Bc there's no mental stimulus, like woman's praise and gratitude. When a man can make a woman happy he feels like a king, like an achiever, like he did something. He feels like THE man, he's on top of the world, he matters. He's her hero. There's a phrase "happy wife, happy life". Woman gives importance to a man. Without women, men often times feel useless or unimportant. Unfulfilled. Men will pick a real woman over a hand any day. Bc if you're a man, you know you have ultimately made it in life if you managed to become the epitome of a woman's desire. Especially in their peak years when boys simply can't help themselves.

He's a hero and a protector.

And Gojo happens to be handsome enough that he can afford it. What's stopping him? He can make so many girls happy and it would feed his male ego (like a mutual agreement). I mean, you can't have a massive cock down there and not do anything with it. That would be a shame and a wasted potential.

Idk I think it would be sad if he never felt a woman's touch before. V cards are for losers if you're a man. And I agree with the belief that a man appears more attractive when desired by other women. It gives him attractiveness boost. The more testosterone the manly the man. And every girl likes a manly man.

But I believe that he gave up his hoe phase when all this became old to him, when this hormonal craze stopped. And he realized that nobody will love him on a personal level. So he just stopped. Now he's an adult in his late 20s, he cares ab the safety of their world and other more important things. He's more serious, more mature and more experienced. He can confidently wife up someone. He can be a provider and a protector.

But he can't bc he's a bit messed up inside and he needs therapy first. I can fix him tho

[hiemalice]

It's okay when a man literally funds conservative campaigns but god forfuckingbid a woman has spoken about the realities of sex based oppression (and been on the receiving end of such a vitriolic backlash as a result funny how so few people think critically about this and how as soon as a woman is deemed as falling out of line it's like she's deserving of absolute horrendous mistreatment threats of violence and accusations of shit that don't even make sense like people are just pulling things out of thir asses and making up stuff because that's how misogyny works. Thats how patriarchy keeps people in line they make example out of women at any opportunity- and guess what yes females are oppressed based on sex. You'd have to be an idiot to deny this. Or a misogynist. Same thing.)... and just after gamergate too like did we learn nothing are y'all not making the connections about these underhanded MRA terrorism campaigns. TERF is just an evolution of "feminazi", used by the same people (MRAs) to shut down all open discussion or critique of male dominance. Anyways. That aside---Did y'all know she recently secretly donated hundreds of thousands of pounds to save 100 female lawyers and their families facing murder in Afghanistan? This is the evil feminist agenda apparently. And apparently this is worse than funding conservative campaigns- you do realize she's anti-conservative on the basis of being a feminist right? She's not some evil fucking dictator or a murderer of the transgender community that's men you're thinking of actually... but yeah first rule of misogyny blame women for everything that men have done wrong! PS you sound and act like a terminally online conspiracy theorist. Have you ever looked into anything she has said and done or are you just parroting the dominant narrative lest you become ostracized for daring to think for yourself for once... I suggest putting down the cartoons and video games picking up some books based in reality. Read Andrea Dworkin. Bell Hooks. Catherine MacKinnon. Gail Dines. Caroline Criado Pérez. Soraya Chemaly. Because you are living in delusionland. Everyone hates women and nobody cares. When a woman- a survivor of domestic violence btw- speaks up about it she is demonized. But when a man actively puts his money towards oppressing women and other marginalized people then it's fine that's just par for the course that's just how the world works and no one bats a fucking eye no one talks about it no one gives a shit no one flips out and tells people to stop supporting him because that means you're putting money in the pocket of someone who thinks abortion should be illegal you see the difference right you do understand this please just sit down please log off please think long and hard about the implications of this shit because I am tired of seeing people in my notifications with their brains turned fully off and yet somehow occupying the same world that I live in it is absolutely astonishing to me how people can be so blind

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready!