#PEACHES IS BACK ‼️ PEACHES IS BACK ‼️‼️ PEACHES IS BACK ‼️‼️‼️

[bberetd]

GRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Guided Brooding

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“Uno! Due! Tre! Quattro! Uno! Due! Tre! Quattro!”

The words ticked back and forth like a metronome in Mario’s head, changing in pace with each new song, but always relatively consistent in its rhythm. Inevitably a stray thought or a stumble would make him lose track, but then Luigi would call out the counts once more until he was (more or less) back in rhythm. That was probably his only saving grace, if he was being honest with himself.

Uno. Due. Tre. Quattro. Shoulders. Square. Spine. Straight. Don’t. Step on. Luigi’s. Feet. Uno. Due. Tre. Quattro.

“Okay! Ready for Phase Two?”

Luigi’s sudden interjection broke Mario’s concentration, and immediately he stumbled and trampled his younger twin’s foot (which made Incident #58, if he was keeping count correctly), yet Luigi didn’t flinch. He guided them both to a standstill, some conspiratorial twinkle in his eye.

“Phase Two?” Mario was almost afraid to ask. No, scratch that— he was afraid.

His brother immediately justified his fears. “Spin me.”

“What—”

“Spin spin!”

With that, Luigi lifted his left arm and Mario’s right, stooping to fit beneath their linked hands as he turned on the balls of his feet. Mario was forced to stand on his toes and thrust the entire right side of his body as high as possible just to keep from losing his grip, and even then, he barely succeeded. He was milliseconds from tipping too far left and faceplanting into the hardwood when it mercifully ended.

“With room to spare!” Luigi cheered on the other side. “See? You’ve got this down!”

Mario stared him down as he resettled on his feet. Luigi, in his defense, had the foresight to wear heels for this impromptu practice. But the tallest shoes he could keep his balance in still only put him at 5’8, a paltry number next to Peach’s 6’1 in her usual modest heels and 6’3 in her finest ballroom attire (read: the heels she would most likely wear during the real deal).

Mario, all 5’1 of him, did not in fact have this down.

The final notes of a mid-tempo song faded into needle chatter. Another record played all the way through. Another testament to his own failure.

As soon as Luigi let go, Mario found himself numbly shuffling towards their couch, pushed against the wall some hours earlier to give the brothers more room to practice. Not that this stopped them from colliding with the cushions or stubbing their toes against the wooden legs. The elder brother paid no mind to his twin rummaging through their music collection and casting suggestions in his direction. 

“...but since it’s kinda jazzy it might be harder to keep up with, but that could also give us a chance to practice, like, syncopation! And maybe that would…” But what did it matter? The next record would serve the same purpose as the first two: background music to accompany his downfall.

Mario plopped his backend onto the overstuffed cushions with the same grace he’d displayed dancing with his brother (which was to say, none). His legs were tired. His calves burned and his thighs tingled from overexertion. Since when did his restless legs get tired? He leaned over the back of the couch and stared up at the slats in the ceiling, as if they might crack open and bring forth some divine revelation that would make this whole mess make sense.

“...Mario? Hey, you okay, bro?”

Mario, burdened with two left feet and a heart that just had to yearn for the unattainable, was not in fact okay. 

He thought he’d known what to expect when he accepted his new role as Peach’s personal guard. She warned upfront that it would be dull and unexciting most of the time, standing through long-winded meetings and sitting through lectures about the inner workings of the Kingdom’s government. It all paled in comparison to the promise that he could spend more time at her side, and even better, the promise that he could serve her and protect her whenever she needed him.

He hadn’t really considered the social aspects of the role until that afternoon. He’d been just as excited for next week’s royal soiree as Peach was. Since he was required to hover nearby wherever his Princess went, he could easily swoop in and save her should any particularly chatty guests monopolize her time — they’d invented hand signs and covert exchanges and everything, which they practiced and perfected over tea cakes and laughter — but what had excited Peach most…

“I’ll finally get a dance out of you yet!” She’d dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a cloth napkin, her smile naïve yet mischievous. “It would be rude for my own guard to refuse any of my requests, after all.”

And she was right. Time after time she badgered him for a dance when he attended her parties as a mere guest. Time after time he informed her that dancing with him was a disastrous idea. It was a game, a playful ongoing back-and-forth, never a serious request , surely not. But now…

She was serious. Oh, stars, she was serious.

“I’m doomed,” Mario groaned at last.

Luigi groaned right back at him, mirroring his tone almost perfectly, and Mario might have been annoyed if he wasn’t also a bit impressed. The clack clack clack of high heels against hardwood tracked across the room, then the couch dipped beside him.

“C’mon,” Luigi said, nudging his shoulder against Mario’s. “Big feelings. Let’s talk ‘em out. You won’t feel better until you do.”

Mario huffed. Feelings. Feelings were supposed to be joyful and colorful and make life more vibrant. Feelings like this served no purpose other than to dampen that color. Life was too short to waste, too beautiful to squander, and sitting around wallowing in his own misery only squandered it further. 

Wallowing with a loved one gets it over with a lot faster, Luigi was always reminding him. And Luigi, who was never one to suffer in silence, was admittedly more of an expert on the topic than Mario was, so who was he to question that wisdom?

He sighed heavily. Might as well.

“I’m gonna screw it all up, Weegee.”

“No you’re not.”

“I’ll look like an idiot. Or worse, I’ll— I’ll make her look like an idiot!”

“You know she won’t let that happen.”

“But it’s not her job to keep me from messing up! I’m the one that’s— it’s my job to—”

“It’s not a job, it’s dancing. A couple mistakes here and there won’t bother her, you know that!”

“Well, no, but…”

Mario clenched his jaw.

He could almost see it, like an image in light projected on the panels above his head. Dancing with Peach. She would guide his steps with patience and grace. He would hold her slender hand safely in his own and hang on her every instruction, and every time he tripped or stepped on her foot, she would giggle, correct him, and lead him back into a steady rhythm.

A smile tugged at his lips. Learning to dance in the haven of her private garden, the rustle of leaves in lieu of music, away from prying eyes…

But it couldn’t happen like that. No, he couldn’t waste their first dance forcing her to teach him. She deserved better. She deserved a competent dancing partner. One who could match her expertise with confidence, who she could trust to fall into step with her right away… who wouldn’t falter even when the whole nation’s eyes were on them…

Mario sat back up just so he could hunch forward, resting his elbows on his knees, threading his fingers through his hair. “I can’t mess this up.” It came out far weaker than he’d hoped. He really was pathetic.

While he sulked, Luigi patted his back and hummed, the drawn-out sort of Hrmmmmm that told Mario his answer wasn’t good enough. “Why not?”

You know why! seemed the most obvious response . Not that he could actually say as much; Luigi would make him say it out loud anyway, and he preferred to avoid invoking that impossible desire by name whenever he could, so he scrambled for an answer with fewer sharp edges.

“Because she’s…” Beautiful. Graceful. Intelligent. Artistic. Astonishing. Literally perfect. Long overdue for an entire religion revolving around her. “She’s a princess,” he eventually settled on.

“And you’re her best friend, yeah?” Luigi’s hand stilled for a moment, then he switched to rubbing circles into his brother’s back. “Look, I-I know this is important to you. But if you’re not ready, you’re not ready! Just tell her! You know she won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Heat rushed through Mario’s body. He couldn’t even assemble an Absolutely Not before Luigi cut back in: “Compromises, remember? You can’t always let your pride win. I guarantee ya, promise her a dance next time, and she’ll be over the moon.”

Though he hated to entertain the thought, Mario knew he was right. He grumbled in displeasure as he mulled over the notion. Peach had never commanded him to dance. Though she’d presented it as an order of sorts, he did know she wouldn’t force him into it. It was merely a suggestion, one he was perfectly free to refuse.

…Just like his place as her guard, come to think of it.

“The motion for your appointment passed Parliament unanimously,” Peach told him that day, her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes unable to select a focal point. “But please understand that you’re under no obligation to accept! It’s… unfair, asking so much of you, given how much you’ve already done. Those are my thoughts, anyway.”

Mario never intended to refuse the offer, but initially, he was apprehensive. He was plenty strong, and he had rescued her from abduction once already, and he would do everything in his power to help her. But how much power did he actually possess? Was it enough to keep her safe? Was it enough to live up to whatever expectations were laid upon him, not just by Peach, but by her government? By its people? “Bodyguard to a Princess” wasn’t a program his vocational school had offered.

But one good look at said Princess overrode his doubts. Her fingers drumming against her knuckles, the small smile she kept forcing into something more neutral, her gaze shifting between her gloved hands and the surrounding shrubbery and, eventually, Mario’s face— growing up with an autistic twin taught Mario to be extra attentive to nonverbal cues. Peach’s offer was every bit as much for her sake as it was for his and for her Parliament’s.

In her words, she expressed reluctance, but in her body language, she gave her true thoughts away. And in her eyes, sparkling turquoise in the morning sunlight, he found his answer.

Her eyes had sparkled just as brilliantly today, discussing a prospective dance with her dearest friend and devoted guard. He wouldn’t be the one to extinguish her spark.

You can’t always let your pride win.

What a silly thing to say to Super Mario, Hero of the Mushroom Kingdom, Bodyguard to its Princess. Of course his pride would always triumph. That was kind of his schtick, wasn’t it?

“Okay, enough internal monologuing.” The weight on Mario’s back was lifted, and Luigi’s hand relocated to his head, tousling his curls playfully. “You gonna talk this through with me? Or am I gonna have to drag it outta ya?”

Another rush of heat overtook him, but this time, there was no indignation. This was the heat of renewed purpose. Lifting his face, the warm lights of their living room filled Mario’s vision once more, and suddenly the empty floor before him called to him with a pull he refused to ignore.

His muscles protested as he stood, but he paid them no mind. Every obstacle could be conquered with enough determination. He’d fail as many times as he needed to so he could succeed, just once, just for her.

“Hey— external!” Luigi cried after him. “External monologue! Don’t leave me in the dark, bro!”

Mario grinned as he closed the gap between himself and the record player. “You’re right,” he called over his shoulder. “I’m not gonna screw it up.”

The clack clack clack of block heels followed him once more. “And why’s that?”

“Because I haven’t let her down yet.” He pulled the first record his hands touched out of its case and set it into place. “And I’m not gonna start now!”

“And why’s that, huh?”

“Because…” A bright, jazzy instrumental filled the air, and Mario waved his hands with a flourish, grasping for words other than the ones Luigi was goading him to say. “Because I don’t know when to quit, I guess!”

“And why’s that? ”

“Stelle santo—”

He found Luigi waiting for him at the center of the room, his arms folded, his right hip jutting outward, his high-heeled left foot tapping in expectation. The smirk he fixed Mario with was far too devious for his liking.

“Well, if my beloved baby bro is any indication,” he shot back, mirroring Luigi’s folded-armed stance and meeting him where he stood, “then I guess being annoyingly hard-headed just runs in the family.”

Luigi’s smirk wavered. “Baby bro?”

Mario huffed, if only to keep his own mask from slipping. “I was around when you were a baby. That counts.”

“You were a baby when I was a baby.”

“Well I still have twenty minutes on you, so at one point I was literally twenty times your age. Doesn’t get much more baby than that, yeah?”

Their competitive stares held strong a few seconds more, then they faltered, their make-believe tension powerless against the lively music. Both brothers clasped each other by the arms and chuckled, and just like that, Mario’s earlier angst was gone.

And these sorts of feelings he was all too happy to let himself feel.

“Thank you.” Mario pulled in closer to clasp Luigi’s shoulder. “For… being so stubborn.”

The corners of Luigi’s eyes crinkled as he mirrored the motion, clasping Mario’s opposite shoulder. “Guided brooding. That’s all it is.”

“And that’s all I need, I guess.” Mario soaked in the contentment a moment longer, then he let his arm fall to Luigi’s waist, releasing his opposite arm to take his hand. “C’mon. We’re losing moonlight.”

Luigi nodded firmly. “Way ahead of ya.”

Maybe Mario’s newfound drive didn’t grant him lighter feet or better coordination, but his heart felt so much lighter. He was able to laugh and joke with his brother when he made mistakes and celebrate each minor victory with sincerity. Nothing miraculous, maybe, but he could certainly work with it. And each time he fell out of sync, Luigi was right there to guide him back in.

“Uno! Due! Tre! Quattro! Uno! Due! Tre! Quattro! Uno! Due! Tre!”

[funfactory]

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[onehoplessromantic]

Masterlist | Glen Powell

Jake “Hangman” Seresin - Tyler Owens

Updated: 11/3/2024 (link check)

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I’m back again with another one!!! It’s definitely not as lengthy as my other lists (yet) but I’m hoping to find some more for all three. I also figured I’d get a stake in this territory as the Glen Powell fanclub grows post-twisters. I hope y’all find what you’re looking for!

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin

𐚁 BROTHERS BEST FRIEND | @tongue-like-a-razor

13 parts | ongoing | 🤍🌧️🍋

Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!Reader

The trials and tribulations of falling for your brothers best friend.

𐚁 BRUISES | @ohtobeleah

8 parts | complete | 🌧️‼️

Jake Seresin x WSO!Reader

After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But whats worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.

themes of heavy violence, sexual assault, torture, 18+ content, minors dni, mature themes, being held in captivity, hostage style situations, main character death! whump, angst, conversations that discuss antisocial and antisemetic views

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jake has a shit dad, angst, still fluffy tho

𐚁 THE BEANERY | @callsign-peach

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𐚁 LIKE MOTHER LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER | @wisdomssdaughterr

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tyler owens x harding!reader

you had made a name for yourself in the storm chasing game; it was in your genes, being the daughter of the famous chasers jo and bill harding. tyler found your knack for knowing just what the storms thinking, a little infuriating and incredibly impressive

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tyler owens x f!reader

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tornados, fear, flufffff

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tyler owens x fem!reader

As the local weather woman, you shared an interesting rivalry with your hometown storm-chaser. While you always reported on the dangerous weather from a safe distance, Tyler barreled into it head-first. But things change in the night of the county fair when you find yourself in the middle of a storm rather than the safety of a newsroom.

dramatic fluff, hurt/comfort, description of tornadoes, language, description of injury, slightly inaccurate meteorological info

Glen Powell

𐚁 HEY THERE DARLIN’ | @shellbilee

6 parts | complete | 🤍🌧️🍋

Glen Powell x OFC (Billie James)

fluff, swearing, angst, eventual smut

ⓒ onehopelessromantic, November 2024

[transformersandturtles]

Couldn't find any of this SO I WROTE MY OWN FOR A ONE SHOT‼️ I will write more but I thought this would be good for now‼️ I'm really sorry if this seems out of character for either of them, I've never written anything for them before. 🥲

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CW - Swearing, reference to explicit content, possible spelling errors (non reviewed)

Word Count - 2,017 words (10,995 characters)

𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝑮𝒐 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈!

"Wade, is there anything you need from the store?" The gruff voice of Logan Howlett grumbled from the kitchen table, reading glasses resting on his nose as he held a small notepad and pen. He'd asked Al earlier if she needed anything, that wasn't illegal substances he had no way of getting his hands on, so now it was just a matter of asking his partner, who had just gotten back from walking Mary Puppins. He tapped the closed pen on the wooden surface, peering over the ridge of the glasses Laura made him wear. Who knew it was easier to read with glasses? He'd have to get something to thank her next time she came by.

"Oh! You're going shopping! Ooh, let's see!" Wade had quite the grin on his expression, taking off the harness and leash from the ever loving Dogpool, who he totally didn't get the owner of murdered so he could take her, and he picked her up, letting her lick his face as she was coddled like a baby in his arms. "We need more dog food," he spoke as he waltzed over to Logan, his hood falling down as he did so, "and more milk. Maybe some more eggs, and a pack of XL-" before he could finish, he felt something sharp poke at his throat.

"All that's on the list, except that last one. YOU can get that on your own time." The old Canadian scoffed a bit, not exactly in the mood to entertain Wade's thoughts. But he couldn't hold back a small grin when the other Canadian whined at the threat.

"Whaaaaaat? But Honey Badger, I can't go alone. They'd look at me weird." He protested, trying to be dramatic all for the sake of being dramatic.

"Uh huh, sure bub. . ." Logan put his claws away, grabbing the napkin off the table by his empty plate to wipe the blood away as the spot between his knuckles healed quickly. "So, there's milk, eggs, toilet paper, new beddings, steak, vegetables, beer. . ." He mumbled, setting the notepad down to write a few more things that came to mind. Wade set down Mary Puppins and he leaned over Logan's shoulder to figure out what other things were added. Toothpaste, mouthwash. . .

"Oh absolutely not." Wade reached for the pen to scratch out the body spray. "No way in HELL are you gonna buy Axe. Are you TRYING to smell like a skunk? Your musk is enough to make a room full of E-Sports players sick!"

". . . The fuck is E-Sports?" Logan wasn't sure if he should be insulted, confused, or both. But he wasn't too happy about the comment either way. "Also what the fuck is wrong with Axe? It's cheap and smells fine." He scoffed a bit. "I'm not trying to spend over $100 to smell good." He took off the metal framed glasses and placed them on the collar of his T-shirt under the teal-blue flannel.

"And I'm not saying you need to spend $100 to smell good, I for one think you smell amazing. Gets the body goin'. . ." Wade gave a cheeky grin with a chuckle, looking Logan up and down for a moment before looking back at the list. "But Axe is the worst one to use. If you want something to smell decent for work, I'd recommend Old Spice at the very least. Sure, the smell names are weird as fuck, but that comes with all male hygiene products. Women get all the sweet and nice sounding scents like peach vanilla or sunset cinnamon. . . Meanwhile we get stuff like Pine Jizz or Whales Fucking or-"

"Shut the fuck up, Wade. . . . Just shut up. . ." Logan let out a groan of annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. Wade had a grin on his face, laughing a little at how Logan told him to stop talking.

"I'm just saying, Peanut, if you get Axe then you're sleeping on the couch or out in the hallway." Wade warned, before leaning in to kiss Logan on the cheek. "I'll go get ready." He hummed, and left to the bedroom to change out of his sweatpants and hoodie.

"Yeah, yeah. . ." Logan mumbled in annoyance, putting his hand to his cheek to hide the light blush across his face. He huffed and stood up, stretching as his joints popped and cracked, from his lower back to his legs and neck. He popped his jaw a bit, before going to the coat rack to grab his brown leather jacket he got for a fairly good price last week. It was nice, not too tight but not too lose, and had some decent pockets. Perfect for carrying booze. . . Or other stuff he didn't want to pay for, maybe. He was THE Wolverine, and taxes were too expensive sometimes. Who was gonna throw him in jail if he shoplifted? No one, that's who. He adjusted the collar of the leather jacket, getting it how he wanted before stopping when he heard the bedroom door open. He looked at Wade, and stared at him almost dumbfounded. "You are NOT going out like that. . ."

"Why not, Peanut? You always like it when I dress this way." Wade teased, he wasn't serious about wearing the outfit in public, but he wanted a good reaction out of Logan. Besides, the outfit was pretty comfortable but no way in hell was he having enough confidence to show off his unicorn crop top and short-shorts. He didn't mind wearing it when he was having his great days; where he was overly confident and eager to show off his body despite the scarring. But today wasn't one of those days, especially since it was getting cooler as Autumn was coming in after what felt like eons of Summer. Wade did notice how Logan's complexion had turned a few shades of a deep red while looking, which also made Wade's cheeks turn a soft pink.

"Alright, alright, hurry up then. . ." Logan sighed softly, not even making a comment or retort to what was said because Wade was right. Logan crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Wade but was surprised when the bedroom door closed again and he frowned. Did he say the wrong thing? Did he upset Wade? The mutant stood quietly but worriedly, his nose twitching a bit as he sniffed the air, trying to figure out if Wade was upset or not. It was hard to tell, so he stepped closer to the door. There didn't seem to be any low serotonin levels, they seemed about as normal as they could be for Wade. His nose continued twitching as he kept sniffing past the door, still trying to figure out if he upset his boyfriend or not, his ears twitching a little as well as he listened carefully. Before he could figure it out past the smell of everything else on the other side of the door, he was met once again with the face of Wade who seemed surprised at how close Logan was to the door. But that surprise soon turned to playful, mischievous grin.

"Aww, was someone worried about me?" He teased, wrapping an arm around Logan and leaning in to rub his nose against Logan's cheek. The gruff man scoffed with a growl, not out of hostility but annoyance, as he bit Wade's cheek with his big canines.

"Like hell I'd worry about you, dumbass. . ." Logan grumbled, moving away from Wade but didn't move too far so they could at least hold hands. "Let's go. . ." He sighed heavily, taking Wade's hand and going to the door to get their shoes on as Logan grabbed the keys to the apartment and put them in the pocket of his leather jacket with the notepad.

At the store, Logan had to keep holding Wade's hand so the younger wouldn't run off, who knows what that undiagnosed dork would go find and beg to have. Logan had his glasses back on as he looked down at the list in his hand. He had a specific order to get everything in, and if he had to deviate from that plan he might just lose it. Wade was very aware of his boyfriend's thoughts and methods, and honestly he didn't mind holding hands and walking with Logan, though he did stop a few times to look at something that caught his attention.

"We really gotta get you an appointment. . ." Logan mumbled as he gently tugged Wade along so they could keep shopping to get everything on the list. He headed over to the produce section, his hazel eyes gazing over the different fruits and veggies, letting go of Wade's hand for just a moment so he could find the perfect vegetables to cook for dinner. He'd started learning how to cook lately and had a nice dinner planned, so he made sure that the ingredients would be edible and not rotten inside or anything of the sort. He grabbed some potatoes, a few peppers, and for something sweet as a snack for later he grabbed some apples, a grapefruit, and a cantaloupe though it was slowly coming out of season and probably wouldn't taste as good as it does in the summer but he didn't care. He goes to check the ingredients off the list and turns to hold Wade's hand again, only to find the other Canadian had vanished. "Great. . ." Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before grabbing the shopping cart and continued with his shopping, knowing he'd find Wade eventually, tracking his scent wasn't that difficult due to the constantly dying and regenerating cells, along with the citrus-pine smell he had. His ears and nose twitched every so often as he leaned his elbows against the cart to push it, walking around and glancing around as he got cheese, milk, eggs, and some other things in the aisle, a gruff and raspy hum vibrating in his chest as he tapped his sharp nails against the metal bar of the cart while listening to the music playing through the store. It was crappy compared to what he liked, some hit pop song the youth enjoyed, but damnit was it catchy in the kind of way that it was really annoying but kinda good. He whistled a little, getting everything on the shopping list and went to the aisle full of booze before an announcement rang over the store's system.

"Logan Howlett, please come to the front. Your child is waiting." A bored teen girl sounded over, the tone of her voice a mix of boredom, with a hint that screamed she did not get paid enough to watch over someone or help. Logan raised a brow at this, confused. Laura wasn't here, was she? But then it clicked, and he groaned slightly with some annoyance. He grabbed two packs of the good beer and headed to the front, finding Wade near a desk who seemed happy and relieved once Logan arrived.

"Honey Badger! I was so worried you left without me!" Wade nearly tackled the older man the moment he could, and Logan grunted, a bit startled.

"You're the one who ran off, idiot. . ." Logan scoffed, glaring at Wade before looking down at the soft thing between them. "Wade. . . What the hell is that?" He frowned. Wade looked down, and a big grin was plastered on his face.

"Pompompurin! He'd be great to sit with Hello Kitty and Cinnamoroll!" He beamed, excited even as he held the large dog plush. Logan wanted to say no, to make him put it back, because who knows how much money that thing cost, but the longer he saw those big eyes, Logan eventually let out a groan of defeat.

"Fine. . . But you're payin' for it, bub. . ." Logan patted Wade on the shoulder, before taking him and the cart to the self checkout aisle so he could scan everything himself. Logan didn't like strangers touching stuff sometimes.

"Fine by me!" Wade grinned, watching Logan scan everything and he snorted a bit, amused by his odd yet loving boyfriend.

[23spanishgirl]

Game night || Héctor Fort

💋 Requests are open!

‼️ Warning: Mentions of kissing and fighting

🫧 Requested: No

🏎️ Author’s note: This is the first “fic” I write so I hope is good���� Also I hope you guys understand everything because english is not my first language jeje… Please send request cause I don’t have any imagination to start writing😔

It was a Friday evening. Hector and yn were sitting on the couch after having a fight over something silly. They weren’t looking or talking to eachother and yn was listening music with her earphones on.

After a few minutes Héctor decides to look at yn thinking about what to say to make up the fight with her but after he stops thinking, he decides to take out the Nintendo Switch and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He takes the two controllers and puts Mario Kart, yn’s favourite game. He hands in yn her controller and she looks at him surprised but takes the controller.

When she sees that they were going to play her favourite game she looks at Héctor and gives him a big smile showing him that she was relaxed and happy. At the sight of his girlfriend smiling, Héctor smiles back and leans in to whisper in her ear “I love you”. When yn hears that she sits on Héctor’s lap and puts her arms around his neck to finally kiss him.

Héctor took her body closer to his and their kiss was much more passionate than before. When they pulled away, they were breathing heavily and Héctor looked at yn as if to confirm that it wasn’t a dream. After that, yn looks at him with sad eyes and whispers “I’m sorry”. Héctor looks at her surprised but then he takes her hand and holds it. “It’s just a silly fight, don’t worry baby” He says to pulls her closer and kisses her. After a few moments she breaks the kiss and says giggling “Let’s stop! I want to play”.

Héctor looks at her smiling and yn says “Choose your character babe”. As always she chooses Princess Peach and he chooses Mario. “I’m going to kick your ass” She says laughing “Aja” He replies nodding sarcastically eventhought he knows it’s true, yn has been playing Mario Kart since she has memory.

After a few rounds and yn being first in all of them she gets up and starts to celebrate dancing. After dancing, she starts to bother Héctor “I’ve won, I’ve won” She says repeatedly while plays with Héctor’s cheeks. He starts laughing and he hears yn say “I’m the new Verstappen, Yn Verstappen is here!” “The great Yn Verstappen, the first female formula 1 champion” He says joking continuing with her joke “The first female formula mario kart champion” She answers correcting him and laughing

“I think no one can defeat you my great Yn” He says while he lies on the sofa and opens his arms waiting for yn to lie on top of him.

[holybibly]

Hongjoong playing rough and losing control with biting and scratching is so mf HOT ‼️‼️‼️‼️ His bunny sinking her nails into his hair and tugging his face to her pussy after he threatened to bite her, then he realises she actually WANTS it.. wants him to bite her weeping pussy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 his dick would actually genuinely hurt the way it hardened even MORE, maybe his knot would swell up so much more this time round too.

And his eyes rolling back into his head when he sinks his teeth onto the sweet mound oof...

All right, I'm definitely in the mood for a bit of rough and tumble today. Sorry to keep you waiting bunny 💓

Hongjoong is a lover of the hunt, perhaps a little too much for your tastes. But what could make a bunny sweeter than sugar then a good primal game? Absolutely nothing, especially with the approach of the full moon. As a result, it has become a tradition for you to venture into the forest at night, when the moon is at its brightest and the excitement is palpable. Your whole body was usually wrapped in Seonghwa's luxurious furs, which made moving around uncomfortable and slow. However, being in this wolf clan's house, you had little choice but to comply with your mommy's wishes.  It was natural for wolves to have a desire for wild hunting and a sense of chase. God, they go mad thinking about cornering you and sinking their teeth into your delicious, fertile body. You were an irresistible temptation; they simply couldn't resist you.  It was your third full moon, and once again, you found yourself exactly where you were meant to be at this time of the month. In reality, you are in no danger at all; it's just a game you're playing with them. The game starts when you're instructed to run and hide deep in the forest. You're given thirty minutes to find a spot, and then one of the wolves must find you, their sweet little prey, and ravage you. He will consume your body as his reward, knot you up, and fuck you madly.  Today was Hongjoong's turn to be your hunter through the forest, and he was determined to catch you. With the full moon bringing out his darkest carnal instincts, he relished the challenge of pursuing you. You cried out, whimpered, and squealed in his arms as he caught you, but he was relentless. You cried out, whimpered, and squealed in his arms as he caught you, but he was relentless. Your little cotton tail twitched with pleasure as you both succumbed to your primal desires. Today, he was bursting with excitement because of the tantalisingly fertile scent that you emitted, as if you were begging to be bred and filled. Hongjoong ran through the trees, following the trace of your fragrance—a mixture of peaches and cream, along with the heavy, intoxicating aroma of bitter almond and black cherry—Seonghwa. It didn't take him long to find you. Soon, his hot, hoarse breath will be tickling your neck, and your whole body will be frozen in an instant with fear and lust. As always, it has an effect on you! You obediently throw your head to the side and allow Hongjoong's long tongue to lick the bite marks on your own body. The skin there is still raw and inflamed, despite the fact that several months have passed since then. But Hongjoong sucks and bites at the area like a man possessed as soon as you fall into his hands. "I found you, my little bunny." The sound of his sombre laughter is a shudder through your body. "D-daddy…" "You played amazingly well for daddy, my little angel." Alpha purred, his fingers greedily tracing along your sides. He then firmly grasped your flesh, eliciting a gasp of both fear and pleasure from you. You couldn't help but notice viscous moisture beginning to collect between the folds of your pussy.

Hongjoong takes his time to fucking you, prolonging his anticipation, becoming more aggressive and greedy, all to make you the perfect meal for his feast.

First he has to taste you.

The air around you is cold, but your body is burning under his touch, under the luxurious fur soaked with intoxicating with sweet alpha pheromones. Your head begins to spin with the knowledge of what is about to happen as Hongjoong pushes you against the tree. Seonghwa and Yeosang went different ways before they fucked you to within an inch of your life. But you know exactly where Hongjoong will start. First he will bite and scratch you until you bleed and bruise, then he will greedily devour your pussy, slobbering and licking every available spot, and only then he will tie you up with his knot and keep you on his dick all night until dawn. Until Seonghwa takes you to the mandatory morning bath, and even then you can't be sure that Hongjoong will let you go.

"Oh my God, Alpha!" You let out a loud squeal as Hongjoong slides down your body, leaving angry, swollen lines from his sharp claws in his wake. His fingers immediately dig into your hips to hold you in place as he kneels in front of you, aggressively opening the sides of your gorgeous fur coat. He will probably hurt your thighs with the force he exerts, though there is no need; one look from those wolfish, hungry eyes was enough to make you not want to run away from him.

He looks depraved and wild, like a true predator: swollen red lips curled into a devilish grin, feverishly glittering eyes reflecting the moon and the lust hidden deep within, his silky hair dishevelled, and you can see his whole body trembling slightly with excess energy.

"I'm so hungry for you, bunny." Hongjoong growls in a deep, dangerous voice. He is more wolf than man now, but you, you like it in a strange way. And it cannot stop the wave of lust in your body, despite the natural fear of the predator whose sharp teeth are only a millimetre away from your neck. Bunnies are horrible whores.

You squirm in his grip as you feel his hot, ragged breath on your clit.

"I beg you, Alpha. I'm so ready for you…"

The Alpha rests his face between your legs, inhaling noisily your smel, his snow-white tail whipping behind his back like a whip. 

As soon as his mouth touches your cunt, honey slime begins to flow from your hole, and Hongjun moans. His tongue pushes the soft, wet folds of your pussy with brutal, animal insistence; he licks you shamelessly, noisily sucking all your juices as if he can't get enough of them, and you wriggle in his clawed hands. The sharp tips of his fangs lightly scratch your sensitive labia. And God, it does something to you. How can you explain it? You felt needy and hungry for something unexplored—a sensation unlike anything you've ever felt before, much stronger than you could have imagined.

"Don't fucking move, pet." Honjun growled, and the vibration of his voice sent a new wave of slime rushing out of you. "Or do you want me to bite this lecherous little cunt?" His teeth lightly bit down on your tender mound. 

You squeal into his arms, your fur slipping off your shoulders and your nipples instantly hardening as the cold night air licks at your naked breasts. 

This is it; this is exactly what you want. You want him to bite you. Bite you on your slutty little pussy. 

The realisation of this was a source of even greater despair for you. This would hurt. But you were in need of that pain anyway. He sucks the tender folds of your pussy hard into his devilishly beautiful mouth, and a loud moan escapes from your lips. Your hips unconsciously start to rub against Hongjoong's face. 

"Please … please, daddy bite me. Bite my pussy." That's what suddenly bursts out of you. Your little hands get tangled up in the silky strands of the Alpha's hair, and you dig your nails lightly into the skin of his head, which only makes him get more excited. 

The moment that Hongjoong hears your desperate plea, his mouth opens wide to reveal sharp fangs, which a second later are closing in on your tender flesh. 

The cry of your pleasure is so loud and so deafening that you could swear that all the wolves in the house would be able to hear it very clearly. Your eyes are wide open, and hot tears are streaming down your face, like the tears of the moon itself that shine in this night.  Honjun growls, his claws digging deeper and deeper into your thighs, and warm liquid begins to seep out from beneath them. He has made you bleed. The Alpha lifts his eyes to you, and for you, it's impossible to look away from his eyes as Honjun stares at you through his long lashes. His eyes, shimmering with scarlet—not a mesmerising ruby like Songhwa's eyes, but dark and bloody—seemed to penetrate your very soul. They made you flinch and squeal involuntarily. 

He pulled his mouth away from your сunt, only to lick greedily at the blood that ran down your thighs, his face smeared with your juices and the scarlet liquid that looked almost black in the moonlight.

"I've always known that behind that sweet, angelic facade, there was a real bitch in there. What are we going to do with you now, Fluffy?" Alpha bites you lightly on the thigh, and you throw your head back in a strange, painful pleasure, your eyes rolling back into the back of your head. It's all so horrible, so vicious. But you… you love it. Where is the sweet little bunny that you used to be just a few short months ago?

"I think daddy just has to punish you well. Don't you? Because I don't like bad girls, bunny, and you've behaved so badly."

[m4sonn]

⋆୨୧˚The Outsiders greaser Gang x Hyperfem!reader˚୨୧⋆

Thanks to my friend @peachyponyboyy and the anon who recommended this for this story!!

ponyboy:

> doesn’t mind that you’re feminine

> genuinely doesn’t care what you wear as long as you like him back and aren’t a shit person

> if you’re a boy he’s terrified that you’re gonna get jumped so he protects you with his life, it’s Oklahoma in the 60’s I don’t imagine they’re very accepting about two gay guys and a guy who wears skirts

> he hates the way makeup feels on his face but he’ll (begrudgingly) let you practice on him every once in a while after a bit of begging and whining

> would genuinely rather kill himself than wear anything feminine

> draws you a lot, if you sew/make your own clothes he makes you outfit designs he thinks would look good on you

> likes to help styling hair and encourages you to try new things (like dye and new cuts and styles etc)

> if you’re a guy he was probably scared to introduce you to his friends and brothers in fear of them judging him and you but they didn’t mind you

> calls you “baby” and “honey”

Sodapop:

> likes more feminine people

> likes helping you choose outfits

> if you ask him for help choosing a shade he’ll ask questions like what are you wearing, how are you doing your hair, what vibe are you going for etc to make sure he chooses the best choice

> helps style your hair for you

> jokes around and lets you do makeup on him and even tries on fem clothes with you sometimes at stores

> constant shower of compliments

> talks about you like he talks about sandy in the movie

> 100/10 waist hugger, hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder or back of your head

> introduced you to his friends right when you two met but introduced you as a friend and then reintroduced you as his gf/bf later when you two started dating

> calls you “cutie”, “sweet boy/girl”, “sweet pea” or “baby boy/girl” (cringe I know)

Darry:

> doesn’t mind it

> type of guy to remind you to close your legs when you’re sitting down

> makes sure your skirt doesn’t ride up too much while out in public/tells you if you don’t notice

> hates the feeling of lip gloss but is willing to get some on his lips to kiss you

> kisses your hand a lot all gentleman like

> you were probably more scared than him to meet his gang and brothers (by more scared I mean that he was totally chill abt it), he just kind of brought you along one time just randomly to a group hang out and they were just chill abt it.

> calls you “sweetie”, “honeybun”, or “peaches” (I hc his favorite fruits as peaches)

Dally:

> usually dates fem people only so you’re right up his alley (sorry mascs, he’s only for the fems‼️‼️)

> mainly only dated girls

> likes to take you shopping with the little spare money he has

> likes to see you try on clothes cause it just makes you look so happy

> adamant that he’s straight (he’s not) and if he dates a guy he says that you’re “close enough” and that it isn’t gay. He doesn’t realize how much this hurts you and only realized how this made you feel after Johnny and pony pulled him off to the side to talk to him about it cause they realized how you always got quiet and awkward after he said that

> likes his partners a bit nerdy but still confident so if you’re a dude who’s confident enough to be feminine in public but is still a little shy and has those nerd glasses he’s ALL OVER YOU‼️‼️

> probably puts his hand on your thigh under your skirt while sitting next to you

> whenever you bend over he’ll slap your ass

> likes to take you out and show you off to his friends, right off the bat when you started dating he went to his friends to show off his new partner

> calls you “pretty boy/girl”, “doll”, or “doll face”

Johnny:

> loves you for who you are and not how you dress

> constantly telling you how cute your outfits are on you

> like pony if you’re a boy he’s terrified of you being jumped for being a feminine gay guy and protects you with his life, gives you a switchblade just in case, even if both of you know you’d never use it.

> waist grabber/hugger and no one can change my mind, when you’re wearing a tighter top that shows off your waist is when he does it most

> goes feral when you wear a shorter skirt

> I don’t imagine his mom to be a very feminine person other than meeting pony boy’s mom so you are like the only feminine person he’s really ever talked to so he knows nothing about how to help with outfits or makeup etc but tries his best to help with whatever

> was trying to grab a makeup pallets for you and he dropped it and broke it and cried while apologizing

> was pretty scared to introduce you to the gang (especially if ur a boy) but he told Dallas first and helped him introduce you to the gang after reassuring both of you they’d love you (they adored you and loved that Johnny finally found someone)

> calls you “sweetie”, “darling”, or “my beautiful amazing pretty amazing most perfectest bestest boy/girlfriend (yes he would call you this)”

Two-Bit:

> usually likes more fem lovers so he doesn’t mind you being fem

> If it’s modern day he yells gyatt at you and slaps your ass when you bend over ☹️☹️

> let’s you do his makeup and sometimes his sister joins in and you two either actually do his makeup or you just smear a bunch of products in his face

> his mom and sister LOVE YOU.

> when he brought you home his sister was all over you, enjoying having another feminine person in the house other than her mom cause two bit is “a nasty stinky and unhygienic boy” and she’s “glad to know that he finally has someone who might be able to get him to straighten up a bit and stop being so gross. And maybe you can even help that drinking problem of his.”

> you cackled after she said this but two bit didn’t take it as well and chased her around the house 💞💞

> he was so excited to introduce you to the gang, right when the two of you started dating he wanted to introduce you to them but he let you choose when, they loved you :3

> calls you “babe”, “baby”, “cutie”, and “sweet cheeks” (ur literally the Minnie to two bit’s Mickey)

Steve:

> doesn’t mind that you’re feminine

> he’s gay, only dates dudes, sorry girls 😋😋😋

> doesn’t know anything about fem clothes n stuff cause he grew up with only his dad but he tries his best :///

> When you guys go to watch bull fights or drag races he totally lets you sit on his lap, he could NOT care less if people are staring.

> likes to take you to drag races and even lets you be in the car with him when he’s in one

> likes to show you off, flexes how he managed to get such a pretty bf

> touchy asf

> was scared to introduce you to his dad but he did eventually, his dad was confused (“so that’s not a girl??”, “wait so what you’re tellin’ me is yur’ one of them queers??”) and physically could not bring himself to believe you were a boy because you’re so fem, but accepts you two

> he yaps to the gang abt you, like never shuts the fuck up and it annoys the hell out of them

> introduced you to them immediately

> calls you “darling”, “my love”, or “babe/baby”

[lettherebetboys]

TWO MONTHS ON T 🎈🎉🎁‼️‼️‼️

i can’t believe it’s been two months already, this is insane!! here are some updates on all the changes that have been happening:

dosage: i’ve been at 25mg/week, but i dropped down to 20mg a few weeks ago! (that’s .1ml of 200mg/ml T)!

voice: i'm DEFINITELY cracking more! more so when i speak, a little less when i sing. i think my tonal center is shifting a bit lower already, so i’m gonna have to figure out how to speak so that it resonates lower in my chest, because talking high pitched like i normally do is starting to wear my voice out. it’s nice, honestly! even the cracks :-)

i haven’t lost or gained any range, and i’ve been working my belting voice a lot more and it feels the same as usual. my high classical register has been getting more tired more easily though. i have noticed that i have more radical ‘good singing days’ and ‘bad singing days’. i always did but it’s more noticeably one or the other than before

physical changes: bottom growth has slowed down a liiiiittle but is still definitely happening. Rapidly. i have decided i like it a lot!!!!!! it’s really cool and makes me feel really good about something that used to make me very dysphoric!!!

the peach fuzz on my upper lip has gotten slightly darker and thicker, and there are sparse dark hairs sprouting on my chin. nothing noticeable when i’m not looking closely in the mirror, but they’re there! i don’t know how to feel yet, i’m gonna wait and see if they start to fill out more.

my skin is actually getting softer instead of rougher like it should, especially on my face, but i think that’s cause i got a new skin cream and moisturizer. similarly, i’m noticing the same amount/a little less acne than usual, but i’ve recently started washing my face twice a day and using skincare and stuff so that’s likely why.

still working out and eating protein and stuff. chronic pain is painful but i’ve also been exerting myself a lot so it’s a reasonable amount for the circumstances. i’d like to lose a little bit of weight, just so that i can gain it back in the right places faster, instead of waiting for my existing fat to redistribute, so i’m gonna work on that!

also my cheeks are a little puffier! apparently a normal thing in the first few months of T. i don’t dislike it but i’m definitely excited for them to slim back down into a more defined cheekbone.

orientation stuff: yes i absolutely like girls. i’ve come to the conclusion that i previously did like girls, just had a really strong preference for boys, and now T has shifted me towards the center

also, i may not be asexual. i’m…probably not asexual. i don’t really know. at the very least, i know for sure i’m leaning more positive as opposed to how i was before (more negative/repulsed). it is possible that some of my dysphoria being alleviated has something to do with this. hm. we’ll figure that out later!

mental health: i’ve felt pretty good recently!!! i feel a lot more comfortable and confident in my body and it’s definitely influencing my behavior. i’m more comfortable dressing how i want, and presenting more femininely when i want, and it brings me euphoria even in public. i’ve always loved being fem every now and then, and T is helping me find the most happiness in that.

i can’t really tell cause no emotional permanence, but i think i’ve been less anxious and depressed lately. which is always great!!!

it still feels unreal that i’m on T, but lately it’s started to sink in just a little bit more. it’s crazy and i LOVE it!! i love it i love it i love it!!!!! even the changes i was really worried about are bringing me joy!!!

it’s scary sometimes, changing so much so fast. it’s scary looking in the mirror and not fully recognizing who you are anymore. but it’s not in a bad way. it’s like how you look in the mirror after getting a really good haircut for the first time in a while:

oh! there you are!

[htchnr]

ミ★ anything, dollface ꜜ ASH WILLIAMS.

𖦹 masterlist. 𖦹 buy me a coffee!

「 ꜜsummary,, requested by a lovely anon ; HEAR ME OUTTT perv old man ash in the summer ‼️ he is just being soooo nice offering to help you put sunscreen on because he cares about your health 😸. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, older!perv!Ash ⋆ age gap ⋆ reader's in her 20s Ash is in his 40s ⋆ Ash gets a little handsy with himself at the end ⋆ Ash acting like a little perv. ꜜwc,, 0,7k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

Kelly and Pablo found it truly astounding how you went along with almost every weird thing Ash got you into.

dropped his keys and they magically landed under the couch? 'oh baby, you know how my back has been lately, would you be a peach and grab 'em for me?' all while staring at your ass and the back of your thighs when you get down on all fours to grab his keys.

the sun's beating down on the trailer, slowly cooking everyone inside. you walked around, fanning yourself as you waited for an answer from a friend. you were aching to lay on the beach with someone, but knew that Ash wouldn't shut up about melting away, and Pablo and Kelly had jobs to keep them busy.

" you going somewhere? " Ash's voice pauses your movements as you turn to face him. his eyes drag up and down your figure, wearing nothing but a small, pink bikini top and short, flowing, white skirt.

you nod, " i'm waiting for a friend to pick me up so we can go to the beach to tan. " you smile at him, eyes taking in his stupid hawaiian shirt and knee length shorts.

Ash is quick to grab a bottle of sunscreen from the shelf beside him, " have you put on sunscreen yet? can't have you burning your pretty skin, now can we? c'mere i'll do your back, " he's waving you over to where he sits down, patting his lap.

you smile, walking over. " uhg thanks, doing my back alone always sucks, " you groan, sitting down on the small sliver of couch between his legs, your ass pressed up against his eager crotch.

Ash shakes his head, " no worries, dollface, i'm happy to help you out with this at any hour, " he grins as he squirts some sunscreen onto his hand, starting by cupping your waist as he rubs it into your skin. his eyes eagerly following his hand as his large, rough hand gently massages the sunscreen into your skin, dragging across your back, waist and shoulders.

he wonders if he could get away with asking to do your chest for you as well — y'know, to save you the energy of doing it, of course.

he finishes with a squeeze of your hip, giving the plump flesh a firm pat. " all done, baby, d'you want me to do your front for you too? can't have your hands getting all tired before you leave, " he tries, forcing an innocent grin on his face when you stand up and turn around.

he watches you contemplate it, before you're interrupted by the buzz of your phone. " oh! she's here! " you grin, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen. " thanks for sweet offer Ashley, but i don't want to keep her waiting so i'll finish it in her car or at the beach. " Ash pouts when you turn away, he was so close.

you grab your bag, shoving the sunscreen bottle into it, then pulling your sunglasses down onto your nose. you glance back at Ash, watching him sit there with a small pout on his face. " don't worry, i won't stay too long. don't want you to get too lonely in here, " you grin, " later, Ash! " you wave, stepping out the trailer door and shutting it.

Ash sighs sadly, leaning back onto the couch with his hand already palming himself through his shorts. guess he'll wait for you to come back all hot and sweaty, with your pretty, warm and tanned skin. maybe a little sunburnt, so you'd be aching for sweet ol' Ash to rub in some cooling Aloe.

[miifu666]

Listen listen! I know you said it was an accident if Sulkha gets pregnant... but hear me out.

Yandere Wukong purposefully gives her water from the mother-mother River and seduces her into his bed. Or somehow enchants the water so that she'd be pregnant with his kid without the need for intimacy (Even though, let's face it. He'd love intimacy with her)

Just a thought - Mostly cause I'm working on a mother-mother river short fic right now... but I wish to share the idea!

OH GOD YES

IM PRETTY SURE YANDERE WUKONG 100000% WOULD DO THAT. WE AGREE HE'S THE TYPE TO SLIDE U IMMORTAL PEACHES AS "NORMAL HEALTHY ONES" AARGHHH I LOVE YOU AND YOUR IDEAS PHEONIX 💋💋🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️

Honestly, Yan! Wukong with Suklha, in my thoughts (i have a slight rough idea) is definitely that forceful, especially since it took place after he somehow managed to bring back Suklha from her "death," rendering her weaker than before and unlinking her original power. It turns him on being the sole provider, probably a euphoric bliss if he managed to get her pregnant.

Giving her water from the spring, disguising as a normal drink would boost the success on his dream of having a domestic family with her. Despite the insistent no from her, he'd try everything to make her drink from it. Swapping the trinket, making the cubs give it to her, or even asking her maid in hand (a healer) to give it to her. Like he's hard-headed like that, so is Suklha.

He'd probably snap a bit- might forcefully make her drink it if he sees she's in pain and cant find her own canteen. That he, purposely hid. Not like she can stop him. She's weaker.

Yan!Wukong wont enchant her water, they've bedded before. Whats the difference now? The fact that he's much more eager to help her reach a blissful state should be a good motivation for her to do it. He'll make sure she's so out of her mind that she won't realize the way he's keeping himself inside.

Of course, he wont tell the reason why outright. Suklha definitely knows.

OH OH BUT LIKE REGARDING UR STORY

Yan! Wukong would only enchant the water if you're so insistent on not having "intimacy" with him, like countlessly avoiding his flirtatious hands wandering around or showing obvious signs of throwing up and ill everytime he gets his hands around your hips. Your head dizzying while he's gripping his arms around your shoulder and showing you the bedroom, he'll save himself the unfortunate sight of seeing you screaming while he tries to go down on you by enchanting the water. Wukong WILL have the fruits of his labor AND the proof of your love by making you pregnant 👁👁 ONE WAY OR ANOTHER

DIRECTLY OR NAH

Cause he already courtnapped you. What else is gonna stop him from going all the way?

[smishymish]

Mobtober - Day 31: Halloween/ costumes

Trick or treating with three silly goobers :3 Teru as Princess Peach just makes sense in my mind ✨

Prompt list under the cut :D

AND THATS A WRAP ‼️‼️ Mobtober is over. It was a lot of fun even if I missed a lot of days 💀

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming of just random doodles of whatever interest takes hold of my brain !!!

[mimez-meme]

More nemuri and hizashi headcanons ‼️💜💛 +some individual headcanons, little angst.

They have kissed on the lips atleast three times. One was for a dare, one once when they were drunk and once was just for fun😭

People thought they were dating for a long time, they did pretend to date at some point but that was because hizashi and nemuri wasn’t sure how the public would react to them being gay and pansexual.

Whenever nemuri uses her quirk too much and a lot of skin is showing or just after she uses he quirk in general, if present mic is there he will give her his jacket.

After aizawa left after graduation they would have a lot of sleepovers, stay at each others houses for a while. It was how they would look after eachother. But it didn’t last long as hizashi started to get more closed off. But whenever hizashi had trouble sleeping nemuri would use her quirk on him and sing a little song. And if nemuri was having trouble sleeping hizashi woud cuddle up with her, give her some headphones to listen to some nice songs to help distract her.

Hizashi knows nemuri liked oboro and hizashi was the one to tell her that oboro liked her back after his death at some point. But he kinda regrets letting her know that.

Nemuri once sent hizashi gay corn as a joke.. hizashi was like “wtf. I didn’t know you were into that..” nemuri spent the next couple of days tryna explain to hizashi that it was a joke and that she isn’t into it. Hizashi was just laughing and making jokes about it

Sent eachother ugly characters and goes “bitch this you??” And edits of eachother or of themselves

Has a lot of ugly photos of eachother on their phones. They use them as threats.

for one Halloween they went as Harley Quinn and the joker, another as peach and Mario. (They actually did a lot of matching Halloween costumes, yes some did include Shouta.)

Raised a virtual pet together (they weren’t the best)

Midnight had the CRAZIEST hear me outs. Like she would say “hear me out!” And it would be like an monster or something 💀 Hizashi had to deal with being told hear me out like 24/7

Voiced over Barbie and Ken moments together

Nemuri use to sometimes borrows hizashi’s clothes, he just dealt with it. (Hizashi does own some baggy stuff guys) and also nemuri did sometimes borrow his suits for like days out if she feels like it 

Got nails done together and after nemuri died hizashi gets his nails how nemuri did as memory. Obviously not the exact same like not fake nails and everything but same colour and something on some nails or one representing midnight.

Nemuri once dared hizashi to show up to his English class dressed as Michael Jackson, enter the class with his music, enter moonwalking and do his little “Ow!” Thing. You bet his ass mic did it. Hizashi then also dared nemuri to show up in REALLY ugly clothes or clothes that look wrecked/dirty, messy hair and everything. Then tell the class a fake scenario to why she’s like this and play sad music as she’s telling the story. She did it.

After nemuri died hizashi went to build a bear and got a bear with her voice in it. He knows it’s ‘childish’ but it makes him genuinely happy sometimes. It brings him comfort.

Nemuri is a good painter. Nemuri paints stuff and shows them to hizashi (Shouta as well but this is about hizashi and nemuri) and if hizashi likes the painting, he’ll keep it. He has atleast 4 of nemuri’s paintings in his house. Hizashi is a decent drawer, nemuri also keept some of his drawings if she liked them. 

Once for Halloween hizashi decided to do a prank on nemuri by dressing up as scream and sneaking inside her house, playing with her lights and doing other scary shit. And since he’s good at impressions as well he managed to do a good scream impression and scare nemuri more. (I suck at explaining but it’s like those basic Halloween YouTube pranks shit idk)

Once nemuri made hizashi dress up as a girl and go to a lesbian club with her

Watched arcane together (yall im so excited for more eps)😍 Nemuri has a crush on victor, Jayce, sevika and Caitlyn, trust🙏 

I headcanon that nemuri has an older brother but she doesn’t see him a lot, so once hizashi organised something with her brother and they surprised her.

Rant about their favourite students to eachother

They played dress to impress together and they SERVED.

After Nemuri’s death sometimes hizashi goes to this one specific bar they use to usually go to for memories but he feels this empty void. Like it’s wrong to be there without Nemuri. He feels so wrong when he goes there alone so eventually he stopped because the memories also did eventually start becoming too much for him.

I headcanon that Nemuri use to work as a makeup artists when she was 18-22? And during those times sometimes hizashi would come visit her and ask for a look, mostly as a joke but he doesn’t mind getting makeup put on him. Whenever he did he would either come out looking like a clown or some kind of horror person. Very rarely would Nemuri do a good/basic look on him. Nemuri would always laugh and say “pay back for trying to distract me from work!” Or something idk

Linked to last headcanon, hizashi also use to work at a bar early 20’s and Nemuri would come visit him and either just talk to him or cause a scene/create chaos. Hizashi and Nemuri would have a laugh about it now but back then hizashi would find it annoying but also kinda funny. Nemuri did get banned from the bar for a bit but hizashi managed to get her back and then Nemuri just decided enough chaos and just came to visit. After zashi quit the job Nemuri and him would sometimes come back or just hizashi would.

They would get a lot of jokey stuff for each others birthday. Like sex books, anything dirty or just weird stuff in general but obviously proper presents to. Nemuri loved scented candles so hizashi would always get her one plus other stuff. Nemuri would always get hizashi anything music stuff or things that would help with his radio show ect.

Nemuri use to be able to carry hizashi when they were younger. (UA years)

Like Nemuri use to send aizawa pictures of cats everyday (canon, which is super cute) she also use to send hizashi memes almost every day and before oboro died she sent pictures of furries to him everyday😭

[zph]

uaaahshskjs scara w piercings ‼️‼️ I'm not so sure if hes the type to have any but I've always loved the idea of him having piercings (I think snakebites + an industrial ear piercing would look so cool on him)

Thinking about scara accompanying you to get your first piercing, you're a bit nervous so you hold onto his hand and he lets you even if your hands are sweaty ahejqhwj also thinking about asking him which piercings would hurt the most + how long it would take to heal them ahwjjwjw

"Hey I'm thinking of getting a daith piercing, what do you think?"

Pain. Pain is the first word that comes into his mind.

- peach anon (aaaaa I hope you're ok!!! sorry if I pop into your inbox too often)

wrote a bit -> gn!reader + scaramouche. abt piercings. not proof read.

You’ve been playing around with his piercing for a while now.

First it started with running your fingers along his locks then it slowly shifted towards gently fidgeting with his piercing. You’d think your boyfriend would protest against this. But with sigh, he simply nudges his head closer, giving no mind for the way you been staring at his face then back at his ear.

“Hey, I’m thinking of getting a daith piercing, what do you think?”

Scaramouche slowly craned his head up, his hair askew, and his face contorted into surprise. He shoots you a squint before speaking: “Huh?”

In truth, he looked quite cute. You try to stifle the urge to laugh as you smooth down the mess on his head. “I’m being serious here.” Case in point, you firmly tucked his hair behind his ear to reveal the industrial piercing he got a few years ago. “This one wasn’t too bad yeah? Been thinking of getting one but well, in a different spot.”

It was funny seeing the way his lips purse in thought. “Depends on your pain tolerance.” He carefully adjusts to look at you better before his fingers slowly reaches towards your ear. He hums softly. “But who am I to tell you what to do?”

You shook your head, waving him off with a grin. “Well, do you think it would look good though?”

One light tap to your ear. “…It wouldn’t look bad.”

You lean closer. “What was that?”

He squints at you once more, unimpressed.

“So, yes or no.”

“I have to think about it.”

“Think harder.”

He rolled his eyes. “So greedy.” But he continues. “Takes months for it to heal. Getting pierced itself isn’t worth noting about though.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

You watch as he thinks for a bit. Enough to where you can see the mischief take shape in his eyes.

His face inched forward, tilting slightly until his forehead met with yours. He ease himself into your senses. Where you’d think if he drew any closer, he would have kissed you right then and there.

“Think of it as…” His finger taps for a second — but instead of a kiss, it was followed with one hard pinch . “….a hard pinch.” He snickered, relishing in your disappointment.

But before you could react, however, he immediately brushes his lips against your cheek. “Do whatever you like.” He whispers, tucking himself right back into your shoulder. “Just as long as you can handle it. Hah, I will even join you to the shop.”

(Or otherwise, his translation: Yes, it would look good. And yes, I will help you.)

You shake your head, already relenting to his touch. The pinch itself wasn’t exactly too bad, and that thought was enough to comfort you. “I will hold you to that.”

[moe-broey]

Ehhh fuck it I'll post this one too -- I wanted to color it first, but. I'm actually split on redoing Alfonse's outfit completely, or at least making adjustments.

Like, in my head, I think I was doing two separate things between the Askr siblings and it just doesn't feel cohesive to me now.

What, you ask? Well, the first thought behind this, was this is a visit. So, Sharena is straight up wearing Moe's old clothes it never could seem to let go of. I think I got mixed up around Alfonse, though. Literally half and half. He's wearing some of Moe's clothes (esp the flannel, green, band merch), but the idea here is they did have to go out and get stuff that actually fits right.

Which... works. It does work. But I think in the back of my head I was also wanting to design an outfit that's more AU coded. Going from argyle sweater vest ass to mmmmaybe trying to develop his own sense of style. Which kind of directly clashes w the idea that he's wearing some of Moe's clothes. But also. So. SO BADLY. ESP IN THIS CONTEXT. I would LOVE for Moe to have direct influence in the process of that. Another detail you don't even get to see here is Alfonse is wearing a studded belt. Courtesy of Moe.

Lack of direction too many ideas at once. Maybe if it's an AU, the dress could have been a hand-me-down? If you like it, and it fits. You can have it. If you want... (Moe completely dodging just how deeply meaningful this gesture is when doing this). But also, could go REALLY crazy if Moe (previous life) had fashion taste that was close enough to Sharena's that, like. At different points of time, each ended up picking out the same dress. It's such a funny line to balance, actually. Because despite all the parallels I may draw between them, Moe was NEVER what Peony was, to Sharena. Not even close.

Idk idk there's a possibility that I'll get too frustrated w all the details not matching up here that I scrap it completely. Just know that the dress Sharena is wearing is pink and white. Very Princess Peach core. The style of it, though... it's pretty close to something else... a certain Something Else... just enough to scare ya. Which is ALSO WHY this might work better as a visit and unique psychological damage for Alfonse but I DIGRESS. WHAT YHE FUCK EVER. TOO MUCH GOING ON HERE JUST THROW IT ALL OUT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[kosmokai]

okay wait.. LEMME COOK. (this is a lil snippet of a fic i was thinking of.. lmk if u want me to make a full thing to it cause idk if i like it) alsoo thought of this while listening to chase atlantic’s tidal wave, so that’s probably what it’s gonna be called ‼️

nsfw under the cut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

so, beomgyu is at the beach with a few close friends, just for a casual outing. his friends wandered off to do something, surfing if he heard correctly, but he couldn’t be bothered to learn so he eventually found himself at the bar.

as soon as he walked in, he caught a glimpse of the prettiest girl he had ever seen… cute little two piece, skirt at the bottom, crocheted bra at the top, make up and hairstyle cute with a few accessories to top it all off was what she had on.. she— no, you, were beautiful.

of course, after seeing you, beomgyu chose to walk over to where you where, and sat a few seats away so it wasn’t… weird or anything. you saw him soon after and said hello, taking his order.

“you guys have anything interesting? something i wouldn’t find somewhere else?” you’re usual response got caught in your through as your pretty, pink lip gloss covered lips closed. “mm… well, we have a new cocktail we made a few days ago, but it’s still known beta so i’m not sure it would taste the best-” “i’ll have that. what’s it called?”

you smiled, really getting a good look at who was in front of you. his blonde locks, fluffy and covering his eyebrows, relaxed and calm expression.. he was handsome. pretty, even. but that’s besides the point. “tidal wave. cause it’s blue and stuff, and it has a kinda beach-y taste, if that makes sense. just wanted to tap into the environment, i guess!”

you smiled, taking the crinkled ten dollar note from him, smiling even more when he refused to accept the change. after a few minutes, you placed his cocktail in front of him, and he was speechless.

to sum it up, it was blue hue at the top and clear at the bottom, in a shallow like glass. there was a lemon and a little yellow striped umbrella inside, with some— uh, peach coloured shaved ice at the side of the top to resemble sand. on the opposite side along with the lemon and umbrella, was a piece of ice, somehow shaped like an ocean wave.

“it’s pretty..” he muttered a little loudly, not noticing your smug smile. pretty drink served by a pretty girl? that’s probably the first time he’s gotten the best of both worlds in one night. but little did you know, he was about to rock yours.

“thank you. enjoy!” as you were about to walk away, he shouted a little loudly. “keys! your keys.” you had left them on the counter next to him, after having to unlock the ice room for his drink. “oh my god, thank you! thanks for you i won’t get fired today.” he smiled, more of a smirk, and spoke. “don’t mention it,—“

he stopped, realising he didn’t catch your name. “oh, _______.” “pretty name for a pretty girl.. who serves pretty drinks.” you turned back to him, stopping your attempt at walking away so you didn’t have to stare into his eyes again. only because you’d find yourself staring.

“you are..?” “beomgyu. or gyu. both work.” he started sipping at his drink, a satisfied look on his face that set ease at yours. “cute. call me to clean up your drink, we can talk more.” you paused as you walked away, “gyu.” a wink flashed against your eye as you finally walked off, leaving him to smirk dumbly.

if he wasn’t feeling flattered, he would’ve been thinking about all the ways he could have you, take care, or rather, fuck you so well that you’d flush out, creating a tidal wave of your own.. right between your pretty thighs.

but oh well, guess he��ll think about that after finishing his cocktail.

THOUGHTS?? might make a whole fic abt it if u guys want :3

[tiredfox64]

Peaches and…Sausage?

Prior notes: Ehh, I don’t actually like him. Don’t jump me but I had the idea and I’m just putting it out there. Pineapples, cranberries, and okra water if ya know ya know.

Pairing: Kano (MK11) x Afab Reader

Warnings ‼️: NSFW, Oral sex (fem receive), creampie, orgasm denial

Now why would you do that? Going to the Black Dragon’s fight club and having confident that nothing would happen to you. News flash honey! Something did happen to you.

Something is happening to you

Cause you didn’t just end up on this table with barely of your clothes still on by yourself. You caught the eye of Kano. He was looking for a treat tonight. Something as sweet as a peach.

He’s been at it for hours…not really but still, he was down there for a while. Licking and sucking at your clit like it was candy. He was slobbering all over your pussy with little care about getting messy.

Kano had a nice grip on your thighs, trying to keep them in place so he can focus on your pussy. His tongue would take long drags up which made you shiver. He couldn’t get enough of your sweet pussy. He’d shove his tongue right into you and lick up whatever he could. He’s just some desperate dog.

Yet you were loving it. Moaning and squirming as you felt his tongue explore you. Since he was at it for so long you could cum at any moment. You couldn’t help yourself and you started to grind against his face. You heard him groaning as you did that while his tongue kept moving. Your moans grew louder and louder till you felt those delicious pulses of pleasure rip through you. You grabbed Kano’s hair as your thighs squeezed his head. You were shaking as Kano tasted your cum that came spilling onto his tongue. He doesn’t even care that he needs air right now this is amazing to him.

You finally let go of Kano, allowing him to fill his lungs with air. You watched as he got up and wiped his face of drool and wetness. He had a smug expression on his face. He knew he just made you cum with just his tongue. Now he gets to admire how you look all tired out just from that.

“Aw, don’t you just look peachy. Bet you think we’re done, eh? Sorry love, but now’s my turn.” He said before he started to unbuckle his belt.

This is Kano you are dealing with you should know he needs something in return. And since you’re all wet and prepared this will be easy. He slapped your clit with his tip for a little before plunging right into you.

You gasped as you felt him stretch you out. He was way bigger than you expected. You heard Kano grunt and curse under his breath.

“Now that’s exactly what I like.” He said before pounding into you.

For him there was no point in going slow. He just rammed into you. Your moaning started up again and the room filled with the sound of skin slapping together. You could hear the legs of the table scrap against the ground, that’s how much force Kano was putting into each thrust.

Kano pushed your shirt up until your bra was exposed to him. Immediately he yanked at your bra until your breasts came out. He just wanted to look at them jiggle and bounce every time he thrusted into you. Nasty bitch.

His hands grabbed onto your hips so he could pound away. He only cared about pleasing himself at this point, not that you weren’t having a good time. No edging or anything that man wanted to cum. Your warm pussy was begging to be filled.

You were getting close again. You were ready for that release again. Closer and closer…almost there…

Alright he’s done.

Yeah, Kano finished inside you. He groaned loudly as his cum started filling you up. He only stayed inside you for a few seconds more before pulling out. His cum came spilling out of you. But you didn’t get to cum again!

“Well, thanks for that, love. You should start cleaning yourself up now.” He said bluntly as he started putting his pants back on. You just stared at him in shock.

“Really? You couldn’t have kept going for a little bit longer.” You criticized him.

“I made you cum once and you made me cum as well. I say it’s a fair deal. Why should you get something extra? Now be a good girl and clean yourself up. Can’t go walking around like that.” He said before walking out of the room.

So there you are, tits out and cum leaking out of you. Do you finish yourself off here or just do it when you get home? You might be too tired to do it.

Whatever, just get your clothes back on and get yourself home. And check your pH balance. He probably fuck it up.

After notes: I don’t judge anyone who likes him. You do you pookie. Have the Australian man all you want. He just ain’t my type. But I had the idea and tbh I might not have taken it seriously. But you know what I bet he really does eat pussy good…who said that? Must have been that creature that keeps rolling into my den. Adiós!