#anyway idk what I’m gonna do so i had to run to the bathroom to stress poop goodbye

[catsip]

stress poopin on da job

[rubiehart]

hii just seen ur requests open !! was having a thought about jj marking you up on ur neck n stuff knowing ur gonna have to cover that shit up cuz ur going out to family dinner or an event of some sort 😭 ur all like "jj i quite literally told u i was going out 😐" and he's like "u weren't complaining two seconds ago babe idk.." perhaps u can expand upon this i luv ur writing !!

thank u so much cutie i looooove this idea!!

standing in the bathroom mirror, fingers running across your neck and chest, lips puffed into a concentrated pout, wondering how the hell you’re gonna be able to cover up jj’s ‘masterpiece’ as he so comically called it when you warned him that you had a family dinner the following night.

he swoops in, swinging around the doorframe and standing directly behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, “whatch’a doin?” he mumbles into the skin as you sigh, shaking your head in disapproval, knowing this is exactly what started this problem.

“tryin’ to figure out how i’m gonna hide this shit.” you huff, gesturing to your neck as jj smirks, proud of himself but trying not to show it knowing it would only earn him a scolding from you.

“yo, don’t diss an artist’s work infront of him, ‘s mad disrespectful babe.” he says, faux offended with a hand on his chest, rolling your eyes and shrugging him away with your shoulder. “anyways, didn’t hear you complainin’ last night..” he taunts, grabbing your hips and rutting his sweatpants clad hips into your ass, mimicking high pitched moans and whines as you chuckle at his impression.

“i do not sound like that.” you say matter of factly, jj stopping his movements and moving around you to swipe his toothbrush from the cup on the sink. “yeah whatever you say princess.” placing a quick kiss on your temple and walking into the bedroom, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, you brighten up a little at the kiss, smiling to yourself as you reach for your foundation.

[luffyvace]

The Luffy Package ☠️📦

(General & relationship headcanons as well as Luffy quotes (relationship implied) for his big day!!)

had to go all out for my fav 😊🤭

General Luffy headcanons:

Luffy has nails so short dirt can’t get under it 😭

not necessarily the booty diggers 🤭

but just really short, like almost booty digger ig—but not it

he has like 1% nail

its not intentional, they just never grow

i have a feeling someone taught luffy how to dance

idk who

it was likely makino, shanks or some else he cares deeply about

but he learned early on and has been a great dancer ever since!

maybe at parties since they happen a lot in one piece ⭐️

But just because someone taught him doesn’t mean he was awful at dancing at first

maybe he was a natural!

feel the rhythm typa thing 🎶 🕺

it’d be funny if he was

cuz imagine a guy that can dance but can’t sing

how you gon dance on beat to a out of tune song?? 😭

at least to uta anyway

ive always loved Luffy’s singing‼️

he never thinks about what the one piece is

but would be the most disappointed if it isn’t something cool

this dude is NOT interested in books so if the one piece really is just joyboy’s tale i don’t think he’ll be satisfied..😭 (I’m talking about the theory)

he definitely wouldn’t say it was all for nothin tho

he still has nakama, treasure and is the pirate king!! 👑

but…the one piece as books is just a mega L for him

Robin will enjoy ♡

you know that thing he does where he stretches his face real big? Like the time he was tryna cheer nami up when she was sick? And it scared vivi and zoro?

he scared himself when he first realized he could do that too

he was bored and started messing around with his devil fruit

at first he was outside and he stretched his mouth, and when realized he could see inside it, he was like ‘I wonder what this looks like’

so he went inside and did it into a mirror

he somehow managed to trash the whole bathroom running away from his reflection

he quickly got over it and realized it was kinda funny

he showed Ace and sabo who also found it terrifying

then preceded to scare people with it ever since

d end! :)

I feel like he’s thought about what the ‘D’ in his name stands for too

He came up with a bunch of outrageous names that likely aren’t it..

”Dingus?”

”Donkey?”

”Demarto?”

”Doorbell?”

”Dinosaur?”

yeah, dinosaur seems the most plausible 😊

Luffy Dinosaur Monkey!

‘HEY THAT SOUNDS COOL 🤩’

yup, that’s probably what it stands for 😁

sneaks into the usopp factory whenever he’s not in there

he ends up playing with his creations and destroys, it, other projects, and the factory altogether in the progress

he then runs out laughing

usopp later returns to the ruins only to find his months work of his greatest creation yet named “ultimate captain usopp three thousand smasher” has been reduced to fragments of metal nothing ☺️

listen idk if oda has confirmed Luffy’s favorite color but I would say it’s none

why? The same reason why you can’t ask a toddler their’s, it’s just gonna constantly change and you know it’s not the truth

arguably, if I had to pick an actual color based off canon, (IK it’s a shade but wtv) it’d be white

why? wym? Don’t you remember that one ep where luffy sang a song about how he loves snow cuz it’s so white?

(one of his lesser talked about songs 😭💗)

Relationship Luffy headcanons:

Luffy as a partner is really rambunctious and loving

But do note that loving doesn’t always mean romantic

for him it means loving you a lot but not being lovey dovey when showing it

you need protecting? He’s on the case!! He can’t and he has to beat someone up? One of your nakama’ll do it so stay with them!

your strong? Perfect! He’s gonna go fight this guy so you go beat up that one!

why am I mentioning that? Because it shows he has a great sense of trust and faith in you

Of course he does with all his friends but your reasoning is different

not only are you his nakama, your also his partner!! Which means he loves you in a intimate way!! Not just platonically

I say “just” because I swear sometimes Luffy’ll feel like a friend with you (best friends and lover typa thing 💞) he’s just as goofy and chaotic with you as he is Usopp and chopper

he feels extra lively when around you and always wants to play, whether you like this or not. Your personality depends a lot on how your relationship with him is but I won’t dabble into that today because it’s his birthday. 🎉 but honestly it doesn’t matter if you punch him like nami or laugh like brook-

he’s still gonna bug you! 💖 seriously you can’t get rid of this dude 🤨 Luffy will drag you on every single one of his adventures so I hope your either brave or fearless like him. The only time you two separate and he allows it is when he’s fighting the boss type thing LOL. Like Doflamingo or smth.

that said Luffy isn’t clingy he just likes being around you and seeing what your doing. Especially when you haven’t landed on an island yet and he’s bored. He’s always singing, playing with your face (ironic cuz he’s the stretchy one) or trying to get you to play some silly game he made up

that usually somehow manages to tick everyone off. 🤷‍♀️

will grab your hands randomly and make you dance to some song he made up about literally anything he sees or feels

he even made one about YOU once :3

”OOOOOHHH your my partner! Yes my partner! We’re having lots of fun! Going on adventures- YAHOO!! And dancing a ton! We’ll dance all arcross the grand line!! Take your hats off and let them fly!! YIPPIE!! We’re having a graaaaand TIIIIIIIME!” 😁🕺

Luffy quotes: (implied relationship between you two)

”HEY LOOK DO YOU SEE THAT ISLAND!! Cmoncmoncmoncmoncmoncmon!! HURRY UP I WANNA GO EXPLORING!!”

”can you sneak in the kitchen and steal some food from sanji? I’m really hungry and he won’t let me in anymore!!”

”LETS HAVE A PARTY!!!” — “we don’t need a reason! CMON!’ CHEERS!”

”lets tame that thing and make it our pet!!”

”what should we name em?” — “Junpi? SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!!” (You didn’t get a chance to respond 💕)

”HEY LOOK A RESTAURANT!! Grab on I’ll rocket us there!! HURRY UP IM HUNGRYYY!!”

”hey! Do you have any food on you?? I’m hungry!”

”Liar!! I can smell it!!”

”take a bath?! I don’t stink!!— EUGH!- okay yeah maybe….but I don’t wanna take a bath!! I’ll get all tired!”

”I’ll leave you with that guy! So go kick some butt! I’ll deal with that red forehead guy!!” (AN: There’s no actual red forehead guy that’s canon, I made it up 👍)

”⁉️ HEY WHAT HAPPENED?! Did that guy beat you up?! I’ll send him flying!! 💢”

”Shishishishi! Shh! Watch this! I’m gonna drop this on Usopp’s head! 🤭😂”

”Lets play a gaaaaame!! I’m so bored! 😞”

”can I have some of your food?” *Already stuffing a piece in his mouth* (the point is it’s not the whole thing ⁉️😱)

”HE LOOK MY BOUNTY WENT UP!! 🤩🤩‼️“

”Isn’t this fun?! 😆” (having a near death experience)

”don’t worry! My injuries don’t hurt at all! See? I’m dancing! I’m having fun!”

”oops. Sorry.”

”look!” (Two chop sticks stuffed up his nose and mouth)

”WOAHH A MAN KILLING BEAR!! LETS GO CHECK IT OUT! 🤩” (even if you wanted to say no your already being hoisted over there because you weren’t running fast enough for him)

”plan? Never mind that!! Let’s go! We’re gonna kick that butt head guys’ butt!!” (AN: another fictional villain I made up on a whim)

”HOLD ON TIGHT” (Gum Gum Rockets with hardly any warning)

”let’s play a game!! It’s called steal zoro’s swords without waking up zoro!! 😁”

”nyop!” (Puts you atop his shoulders 💓)

”nyop!” (Jumps on your back almost knocking you over 💝)

”look at my disguise! Nobody will suspect us! 😎👍”

”Cmere!” (Pulls you into his lap)

”HI! Is it almost time for dinner yet?” (Plops down in your lap)

Thanks for supporting me and my work—as well as my random disappearances too 💗🤗

Everyone! Say it!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUFFY‼️‼️

[sugar-coat-it]

Mask kink with 2016 Halloween Matty <3

This is so specific, idk who the fuck is going to read this. Anyways, I’m a slut, hope you like my very niche love for Kylo Ren Matty (IT’S LITERALLY DECEMBER TOO, HALLOWEEN IS SO OVER I NEED TO BE PUT DOWN)

Fem! Reader 

Contains: Mask kink, unprotected penetrative sex (riding), low-key filthy dirty talk, praise, degradation (light), kink exploration, pussy slapping, hella pet names, them being sweetie pies 

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Matty is preparing his Kylo Ren costume for his Halloween show, totally unaware of his girlfriend’s raging mask kink.

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“Right, if I look like a wanker, I need you to just tell me!” Matty shouts from the hotel bathroom.

You smile to yourself as his voice echoes through the room, having been patiently waiting for him to show you the big surprise he had planned for the show in a few weeks on Halloween. 

“I’m sure it’s fine, Matty!” you call back, trying to coax him out of the bathroom.

Finally, he obliges, swinging the bathroom door open dramatically. The second he steps out, he’s swinging around a red lightsaber, trying to imitate the noises they make in the movies, all while dressed as Kylo Ren. Your eyebrows raise with a surprised laugh as he comes towards you, pretending to slice you with the fake, light-up lightsaber.

“Nah, never mind, I definitely look cool as shit,” he gloats, and you can tell he’s got that boyish grin on his face even from under the mask.

Your boyfriend tosses the lightsaber down onto the bed, now holding his hand out like he’s using the force. You give a playfully unimpressed stare, crossing your arms as he continues his antics.

“I’d force choke you, but you’d probably like it, you slut,” he rasps, trying to sound like Adam Driver but failing so miserably. He barely got the sentence out before he started giggling his loud, unfiltered laugh.

“Very funny,” you say straight-faced, pushing his tensed hand away from your face.

You take a moment to fully drink in the sight of him now that he’s not flailing the lightsaber around. He was draped in all-black fabric, leather gloved hands, and a mask covering all his features except a slit for his eyes. You swallow thickly, your mind going places it definitely should not because of a silly costume. 

“Yeah, you look cool, I like it,” you smile, trying not to be obvious with the way you’re attempting to process all of this… your gorgeous boyfriend wearing a mask like that, making a simmering feeling pool deep inside you.

“Uhuh. The band’s all gonna dress up like Star Wars characters too, it’s really mint,” he grins, practically bouncing on his heels with how excited he is about the little theme they put together.

As lovely as it all is that the band is doing a themed Halloween show, and it’s Star Wars, and Matty seems thrilled, you’re a little preoccupied with the way he looks with only his pretty brown eyes looking back at you through the space in the mask. 

“Are you listening?” he interrupts, cocking his head at you with some sass to the motion.

You sit up straighter on the bed, acting like you’d been burned by the way he caught you daydreaming. You try to think of an excuse, something, anything, but what comes out is:

“Yes, I’m listening, but also, you look far too good for someone wearing a Star Wars costume you got off Party City.”

You can see his eyebrows raise through the slit in the mask, an amused laugh coming from his throat. Clearly, he didn’t expect the rushed response of praise to come from your lips. Silently, he steps closer. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s smirking, growing emboldened by how enamored you seem at the moment. He places a gloved hand on your chin, holding it to force you to look up at him as he towers over your seated position. You can feel heat prickling at your cheeks at the intense eye contact, his eyes are dark, from what you can see. 

“What? Is it cause you fancy Adam Driver?” he teases, running his thumb over your jawline. 

You shake your head at him, eyes wide as one of your most secret fantasies comes to life. Never in a million years would you have asked Matty to do something like this for you, but now, your wet dream has practically fallen into your lap. With his free hand, he reaches up to start to take the mask off, but you quickly reach to grab his wrist, your body moving faster than your brain. Matty freezes, you can practically see the cogs in his mind turning as he tries to figure out why you stopped him. He’s silent, waiting for you to explain yourself as he raises a puzzled eyebrow at you.

“Could you… keep it on?” you suggest softly as if slowly dipping your toe into the pool of possibilities.

“Keep it on?” he echoes, an amused tone to his voice like he’s not sure if you’re playing with him or not.

You nod slowly, looking a little nervous to be broaching the idea. He chuckles, a newfound darkness to his voice as it starts to click for him. He grips your jaw a little tighter, a glint in his eyes that you can’t quite read.

“Ohh, I see,” he says lowly, now moving to sit on the bed and swiftly pull you into his lap.

You swallow hard, anticipation pulsing in your veins as you settle on his lap, his leather-gloved hands resting on your hips. You can see the way Matty’s eyes sparkle with mischief now that you’re closer, only able to read his expressions through the slit in the mask. There’s something thrilling about it that you can’t put your finger on. He leans in, getting closer to your ear, voice slightly muffled by the plastic as he whispers to you, using this newfound discovery to his full advantage.

“Have you got like a kink for that or something?” he teases, knowing full well that you must if you’re reacting the way you are.

You’re silent, lips pressed together in a thin line as you neither confirm nor deny his accusation. He gives your hips a squeeze, a triumphant chuckle rumbling in his chest. As slightly embarrassing as this all is, him having this edge on you is making you hot and bothered. 

“Aw, my dirty girl,” Matty coos, his thumbs now rubbing little circles into your hip bones.

Your breath catches in your throat at that. You’ll never be used to how his silver tongue always seems to conjure up just the right words to get you soaked. Your boyfriend’s talent with words doesn’t just extend to his songwriting, he’s also the filthiest dirty talker you’ve ever heard. 

“Y’know, if you didn’t want to see my mug while we fuck, you could have just said so, fucking hell,” he laughs, holding a hand to his chest dramatically in mock offense. 

“You know that’s not it, Matty,” you quip quickly, with a roll of your eyes.

“I know, I know,” he relents, bumping his forehead against yours apologetically. The gesture is a little more awkward than intended with the mask on his face, but it’s still cute. 

A moment of silence passes like neither of you knows where to go from here. You’ve never actually considered the logistics of your little infatuation. Deciding to make a move and break the tension, you slowly lift your shirt over your head, watching as Matty’s eyes instantly flick down to your chest, letting out a little satisfied hum as his gloved hands slide up your sides. Skilled fingers circle around your back, undoing the clasp of your bra in a split second. Letting out a shaky breath, you let the sensation of the cool leather of his gloves on your tits put a haze on your mind. The roughness of where they’re stitched together grazes over your nipples as he cups your breasts. 

“How’s this gonna work? I can’t even kiss you,” Matty pouts, giving your nipple a pinch between his thumb and his forefinger. 

You whine, back arching at the sudden rush of pleasure he allows you, shamelessly sliding further down in his lap. Your hips are right over the slight bulge in his trousers now, you bite your lip at the feeling. Need is clouding your thoughts as you try and piece together how you want this to go, lewd images flashing through your head. 

“I can still ride you though,” you suggest, rolling your hips down against his to punctuate your point. 

Matty grins beneath the mask, you can see it in the way his eyes twinkle at you. He circles his thumbs around your nipples, relishing in the way your back arches so prettily for him as he does it. He only grows harder as you grind onto him, a little grunt leaving his lips at the delicious friction. 

“I like the sound of that,” he murmurs, eyes growing more lidded at the idea, “Should I take everything off but the mask, then?” 

You nod at him with an excited smile. Matty can’t help but chuckle adoringly at how eager you seem to try this out. He claps his hands down on your ass suddenly, making you squeak as the resounding smack rings out in the quiet hotel room. He then carefully moves you off of his lap to shed himself of the cheap costume, making intense eye contact with you as he undresses. That’s one thing about Matty, he absolutely loves making you squirm with unflinching eye contact, whether he’s fucking you or just trying to get you riled up. And you’ll be damned if it doesn’t work every time. 

With your clothes and his costume in a pile on the floor, he sits against the headboard, his cock hard with pearls of precum dripping against his stomach. He watches you through the slit in the mask as you approach slowly, crawling over to him with the eyes of a siren. The tension is thick in the air as you sit on his thighs, his hands instantly finding their way to your sides, tenderly running along your skin. A shiver licks up your spine at the feeling, but you need so much more than just his fingers ghosting along your body. Your heart thrums in your chest as you stare down at him, totally bared to you except for the mask, his tattooed skin on full display for your eyes to devour. 

“It’s hot as balls under this thing,” Matty grumbles, his hot, heavy breath making it warm under the mask, it’s only getting worse as he gets hornier. 

You give him a look and he tries to relax his body with a sigh, much more intent on pleasing you than anything else, he just likes complaining. His head goes slack with a thunk of the plastic mask against the headboard, making him giggle. You just shake your head at him with a smile, now grabbing hold of him at the base of his cock, lifting your hips over him. His fingers constrict at your sides, holding you still so you can’t sink down onto him, making you look down at him with furrowed brows. 

“Don’t you need me to get you ready first?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You just smile at him coyly, sliding a hand down between your thighs. His eyes are glued to your fingers as you spread your folds for him, showing him just how soaked you are, practically dripping down your thighs. You watch his eyes go wide as he murmurs a breathy “fuck” at the little display. Clearly, you don’t need any preparation. Matty’s hands relax again, allowing you to continue. Looking very pleased with yourself, you run the tip of his cock through the arousal gathered between your thighs, both of you letting out a little sigh at the feeling. Once you felt he was thoroughly slicked with your honey, you align yourself with him and sink slowly, mewling at the feeling of him stretching you out inch by inch. Matty’s head tilts back with a moan as you envelop him perfectly, fingers digging into your hips.

“Ohh, god. Perfect little fucking cunt…” he mutters, pussy drunk already and you’ve only just started.

You rock your hips a few times, just letting yourself adjust to the slight ache of him filling you so snugly, placing your hands on his shoulders to support your body. Your clit drags against his pelvis, catching against his skin as you grind down on him slowly, pulling a moan from your lips. Matty’s hands guide your hips, helping you rock back and forth as he watches you like you’re a work of art before him. 

“C’mon pretty girl, go ahead and fuck yourself on me,” Matty encourages, giving your hips a tap with his fingers. 

You whimper at the gravelly tone of his voice as he lets filth spill from his mind right to his lips. You waste no time following his instructions, starting to bounce in his lap with vigor, looking down for a moment to watch as he disappears inside you. You moan softly every time you drop down onto his shaft, tits bouncing as you move, much to Matty’s pure delight. Your eyes squeeze shut as you tilt your head back, focused on keeping up your pace and listening to the sweet sound of Matty’s grunts and moans.

“Mm, hey, need you to look at me, sweet girl,” Matty groans, reaching back to grab a handful of your ass to get your attention. 

Whining softly, you let your eyes open hazily, looking down at him with wet, parted lips as you pant for him. Your thighs are burning as you keep bouncing in his lap, doing your best to not let the pace falter. You don’t have to see his whole face to know he’s smiling right now, his eyes crinkling at the corners through the slit in the mask.

“Talk to me,” you say softly, a plea for him to make you throb and clench around him with just his words. 

“Yeah? Want me to make you cream all on my cock while I talk dirty to you? You fucking love that shit don’t you?” he rasps, pausing with a moan as you clench hard around him, roughly digging his fingers into the plushness of your ass. 

You watch in awe as his eyes roll back, pretty toffee-colored irises almost disappearing beyond his eyelids. Fuck, you don’t even have to see the rest of his features to know how good he’s feeling right now. 

“Fuuuucking hell,” he drawls, “Fucking clenching ‘round me like that, that’s my girl,”

Reaching around to your front, Matty places a firm slap on your cunt, the wet sound of it is honestly pornographic, especially followed by the loud yelp you make at the feeling. 

“Fuck! Matty-” you start, but you’re cut off by your own squeal as he lands a few more quick spanks to your sopping pussy. 

Your hips stutter as your velvety walls clamp around him hard, feeling so good that you almost forget that you’re supposed to be riding him. You regain your rhythm when he begins bucking up into you, aiding you in fucking yourself on him. Your nails dig into his shoulder as you continue, moaning wantonly as he stares up at you intensely, eyes dark with the shadow of the mask. He knows his girl well enough to know that now’s the time to help ease you over the edge into euphoria. 

“Beautiful girl… ohh, just look at you,” he admires, moving to slowly circle two of his fingers around your clit, “Taking my cock like a dream, aren’t you, love?”

You cry out as he starts toying with your clit, inching closer and closer to sweet release as that feeling inside you builds, tightening familiarly. His name falls from your lips like a mantra, your mind too far gone to think of anything else. Fuck, god bless cheap Star Wars costumes from Party City. 

“Matty- Matty, M’gonna cum-” you gasp, your back arching as your orgasm rears its head. 

At that, he speeds up his fingers, hips snapping up into you with a vengeance to get you there. He wants, no, he *needs* to see you fall apart on top of him. His eyes narrow with focus as his skillful fingers rub at your clit, bracing you with a hand at your lower back. 

“I know, I know baby, feels so good, huh?” he coos between heavy breaths, “Such a good girl for me sweetheart, fuck. Cum for me, angel.” And you do, oh, you do. A broken cry wracks through your body, shaking all over as he gets rougher with you, sending you hurdling into the abyss of deep pleasure. Any semblance of rhythm in your hips is gone now, bucking wildly in his lap as the building feeling snaps inside you. Matty watches you with wide eyes, cock throbbing inside you as he relishes in you making a mess of yourself for him. He’ll never get over how beautiful you look when you cum, your head tossed back in a silent cry, the sheen of sweat on your skin making you look like you’re glowing. He gently rubs at your lower back while working his fingers against you, easing you through your orgasm lovingly while fucking up into your tight cunt. You’re an angel to him. He spills inside you with a whine and a rushed warning to you, unable to hold back with how fucking amazing you look right now, shaking on top of him like that. You gasp hazily as you feel his cum paint your insides, warmth flooding you as he finishes with eager thrusts. 

“Fucking hell,” he groans, going limp against the headboard as his arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest to hold you, deft fingers now carding through your damp hair. 

Your whimpers start to taper off now, just letting yourself rest against your beautiful boyfriend’s shoulder, legs quivering a bit as you feel him start to soften inside you. With a huff, he rips the mask off of his face and tosses it to the edge of the bed. Blinking your eyes open, you can’t help but breathily laugh at how his damp curls stick to his face, he wasn’t kidding about how hot it was under there. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh at your boyfriend that melted his fucking face off for your sake,” he chuckles, digging his fingers into your sides as revenge. 

You yelp, hurriedly grabbing at his wrists to keep him from tickling you. He just laughs, tilting his head forward to rest it against your forehead now, his damp curls framing his face prettily. He leans down slightly to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. You’re both flushed and smell of sex, skin warm to the touch as you melt into the other's embrace.

“Thank youuu,” you sing, truly grateful that he was so open to trying this for you, “It was really, really hot,”

“Glad you had fun, love. And, y’know, when I’m on stage with this on, I’m only gonna be able to think of you riding my dick,” he grins, hands wandering to give your ass a teasing squeeze. 

Your cheeks burn a bit at his comment, a similar grin spreading across your lips. As fun as this was, you missed seeing that smile. 

“Lucky you,” you whisper, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. 

[foxieee-bee]

the longest I went with a full accident in my pants was probably a full day almost i guess, and I filled my pants twice (once in public) and peed them so it was quite the ordeal…

i woke up late and had to get from my dorm to college to have a meeting with someone, I knew from the moment i stood up out of bed that i was going to run into bathroom problems at some point… i already had to go for both reasons but I had no time! Classic scenario!

so I rushed to get dressed and brush my hair so it was somewhat presentable and ran out the door to catch the campus bus. Sitting on that bus I knew I was close to my limits and could feel my tummy pushing. My need to pee wasn’t too bad but it made itself known for sure…

i got to the stop, I was doing that awkward leaning thing just to idk keep my butt occupied lol i wasnt about to mess myself but was certainly not far off if i pushed a bit.

so I head to my meeting walking mostly normally, was only 10 minutes late so quite good for my standards! (time keeping skills are about as good as my potty skills)

the meeting was about an hour but oh. my. god. It felt like an entire day. And idk what it is about when i have to go potty for both reasons but if I try to hold one the other feels like it’s on the verge of losing control and if I swap then im suddenly feeing like I’m about to pee so it’s just a back and forth game of desperation and seat-potty-dancing

im sure the college person knew there was something up but they never said anything probably because im already a bit weird and twitchy anyway lol

by the end though I had my hands in my crotch holding back the flood while my butt was firmly pressed into the seat holding back the other potential accident waiting to happen. Thankfully I didn’t lose control of either and the meeting ended and i got up

i nearly lost it right there though 😅 wow that would have been embarrassing and i probably would have dropped out on the spot lol

so that’s fine and done and I have no classes so time to go home. One thing I must admit is that I enjoy making messies in my pants because it’s just easier to hide most of the time as long as you don’t completely lose control no one will notice as it’s not like a bit wet patch all down your pants hehe

so my priorities shifted to holding my pee in and i awkwardwalked to the bus stop. That’s when the first part of my prediction in the morning came to fruition, i think my muscles were super tired at that point because as much as I tried to hold it in I could just feel myself having an accident very very slowly as I walked and as much as my instinct was to prevent it the kink side of my brain was all just “ok we doin this” and the first part of my accident slowly pushed up to the seat of my pants and I probably started to turn red from embarrassment… 🥺

so I get to the bus stop and sit on one of those stupid half-seat-bench-lean things which helps my hold the rest in. At this point there’s a small mess in my pants but no pee accidents yet so I’d call that a successful venture so far!  just one bus ride to go and a short walk and I’m allllll good!!

obviously my body has other plans, the bus finally arrives and I sit at the back because that’s where cool kids who poop themselves go 😎 im thinking I’m on the home straight and my body goes haha nope ur gonna fill these pants and my stomach cramps up and i can’t help but lean forward as a significantly larger mess pushes it’s way out while I start to also pee my pants too so that’s great!  sat at the back on this bumpy bus ride with my butt squished on my accident filled pants and a nice big wet patch underneath, so glad I was wearing black 😣

at this im shifting from “hehe this is fun innocent kink play” to “fuckfuckfuck ive had an accident in my pants and im still desperate to go potty”

bus arrives at the dorm and I literally walkrun off, up the road and into my dorm building, stairs are an absolute killer when you’re in this state

at this point im already losing it so i just give up while unlocking my door and we’ll and truly *fill* my pants while my black jeans soak up my unstoppable peeing 

I stayed in my messed pants for basically the rest of the day and just kinda got myself all feeling cosy and warm and relaxed and watched videos and ate snacks.

by the evening my pee soaked pants had mostly dried off (well not like actually dry as they’re jeans but like yknow not soggy) and I had to go again so I got on my knees in the puddle i had been in for most of the day and just pushed the rest out, I re-warmed my pants, made the puddle bigger and most importantly filled the seat of my pants up so much they … uh, overflowed a bit 😞

messy fun js not usually my thing but it was fun to just completely lose control and go potty all over myself like that… 

i probably stayed in my soiled soggy pants and jeans until midnight before finally going through all the clean up…

anyway that was probably the longest i have ever stayed in pottied pants!

[unreadpoppy]

send nudes

Raphael x Fem!Tav (modern AU)

Summary: Raphael is bad at sexting

A/N: This was based on a conversation i had between @flamemittens @sky-kiss and @sassyandsodone

Tav had finally manage to get the phone number of the man she had had a crush on for some time, Raphael. And although he was charming in real life, he text messaged as if he were in the 1800’s. 

Raphael: Tav. 

Come to my house at the eighth hour of the night. Let us enjoy a good merlot. 

Raphael.

Tav: You do know you don’t have to sign your messages, right? I know it’s you.

Raphael: Tav.

Are you coming or not. Answer immediately.

Raphael.

Tav: 🤦‍♀️I’ll be there in a sec. 

In the following months, he had gotten slightly better at not sounding like someone’s grandpa, but there was still room for progress. One time, while she was at work, Tav nearly choked on her coffee when receiving the following message. 

Raphael: Little mouse, bestow upon me that delicious mortal form of yours in pictorial format. 

Tav spent a good five minutes looking at their screen. Was Raphael asking for nudes? Then, another message appeared. 

Raphael: Perhaps if you were to grace me with your naked form, I would deign to reward you with a similar favour, pet.

Somehow, the follow up was even more confusing. She decided to consult with her friends.

Tav: Guys, help me. Raphael sent me some messages that I can’t understand

Lae’zel: I always knew you were stupid, but not understanding messages is a new one

Wyll: You are still talking with that guy?

Astarion: Don’t judge her, dear Wyll. You have had your history with…questionable partners. 

Wyll: 🙄you’re one to talk

Tav: Anyways, he sent me some messages but I’m having a hard time understanding them. Can you guys decipher it? 

Gale: Sure thing, Tav! Send them in and we’ll see what we can do. 

*Tav sent a photo*

Astarion: …

Wyll: …

Gale: …

Karlach: Is he… is he asking for nudes??? 

…

Meanwhile, Raphael’s phone was suddenly taken from his hands. 

“By the hells, what is wrong with you, Raphael?” Haarlep asked exasperated. “Just say send nudes and be done with it.” 

“I cannot be direct about this sort of thing, or else, where is the fun?” He tried to reason. 

Haarlep put a hand on their face and sighed. “You’ll never see tits if you keep talking like this.” They showed the screen to Raphael. “Look! The poor thing hasn’t answered in 10 minutes. I don’t think she even understood what you sent.”

“Tav is perfectly capable of understanding my way of talking.”  Haarlep typed something and then hit send. 

“Done. Let’s see if this works.” 

…

While Tav’s groupchat was becoming a mess over the screenshot she sent of Raphael’s conversation with her, she received another message from him. ‘Speaking of the devil’ she thought. 

Raphael: Send tits for cock. 

Tav immediatly forwarded that to the groupchat.

Tav: Karlach was right. It was nudes. 

Karlach: KNEW IT!

Shadowheart: Why is he suddenly so direct?

Gale: You’re not going to send him nudes, are you? You’re literally at work right now! 

Tav: That’s none of your business, Gale. And idk, Shart. Anyways, gotta go now, byee

Tav made a quick run to the bathroom and sent a picture she already had on her phone. It was a bit old but it would do the job.

*Tav sent a picture* 

Tav: I can’t send one from right now, but I’ll hope you’ll be satisfied with this 

Raphael: My, my, I am quite satisfied. You have a plentiful bosom, little mouse. Very well, here is your reward. 

*Raphael sent a picture*

Tav felt the blood rushing to her face when looking at his messages. She’d only hope she would get home soon. 

Raphael: As much as I would enjoy to continue this lovely conversation, I am afraid I have to leave. 

Tav: We can continue this once I get home.

Raphael: Of course. As you know, roses are red, violets are blue. I'm into poetry, but I'd rather be in you. 

Tav barked out a laugh from inside the bathroom. 

Tav: Oh sweetie, we’re gonna have to work on your sexting once I get there. Till’ later, bye.

Raphael showed his phone to Haarlep. “What is ‘sexting?’”

Haarlep threw themselves on a nearby bed, dramatically putting an arm to cover their face. “You are impossible.” 

[thedivineflowers]

hi!!! Love you works they’re so silly and good😜but sad😔 anyway I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to ask for when the boys (idk how many you’ll take but I think if you need a limited amount go with the first years😭) but yea when the boys say something plain ass bitchy and mean to middleschool!reader, like how were magic-less useless kid (looking at you Ace😡) saying some shit about our family or babying us too much till it become insufferable or smth and then when we get rightfully upset and cry or get upset (leaning on crying for more drama, angst and guilt😘) they realize how bad they fucked up and apologize, I feel like we would be a little stubborn about the apology depended on who it is to😭 but yea my goofy ahh request take your time and you can switch up the characters it’s your writing I don’t care! Love you works<333

YEHAHAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND I LIKE DONT REALLY HAVE A LIMIT UNLESS I COULDNT REALLY THINK OF SOMETHING SO EYEYEYEY

OKAY IMA ETART IM SOMEZCIYED

I ONLY DID THE FIRST YEARS BECAUSE IT WAS GONNA TAKE SOME TIME AND I DIDNT WANT TO KEEP YOU WAITING SO HERE 😆

Ace: he’d always tease you. And during the first few weeks when he was warming up to you he’d diss you by saying that you were nothing without magic. He even referred to you as the useless and magicless kid for some time. Even after months he still referred to you as that and one day you just bursted. “Why can’t you shut up about me being magicless?! I know I’m at a disadvantage but I’m tired of it! The jokes dead now why can’t you get it!? If I could I’d just make a portal by myself to go back to my world so I don’t have to listen to you all damn day but guess what?! Im just some useless and magicless kid!!” You shouted at tears ran down your face. You stormed away and he tried running after you but you quickly maneuvered away from him. Because of his pride he didn’t apologize for days and stayed quiet when around you. One day after he was given a reality check by Deuce he apologized because guilt was really eating away at him. You still avoided him for a bit just to make sure but your friendship came back together.

Deuce: he kinda has a temper (to me he does) and he’ll let it out sometimes making him call you shit like Ace. But because he is trying to be a good student (and a good friend) he’d be very quiet if he’d call you things but you always manage to him whisper it to himself. One day you two were alone in the classroom doing detention because you two got into a fight when a guy mocked you. “Hey, Deuce.” You called him with an empty tone. “Do you really wish that I had magic. That I had someone to look after me so you didn’t have to stick around me all the time?” You asked as you eyes were glued to the table in front of you. Barely managing to answer the first question on your math homework. “I see how you look at me when I mess something up because I lack magic. I just wanna know.” You said as there was a pressure on your throat. Like you wanted to throw up and let out a yell at the same time. His answer only made the pressure worse as your breathing became short. Did he really think that it’d been better if the magic mirror didn’t pick you? That you’d only stay as the schools janitor? You quickly walked out leaving everything behind to go to the teachers bathroom that you had access to. Everyone thought the same thing about you so why were you throwing up in the sink and crying your eyes out? Because you thought of him as different? No. Deuce came to your dorm later that evening with your completed math homework and backpack. He sighed before apologizing about what he said earlier and the things he’s called you. After some talking your friendship was alright but with rockiness

Jack: At first because you were obviously magicless he’d be very overbearing to you when it comes to things like flying your broom three feet off the ground. He’d chastise you when you used simple spells by waking you up the morning and running with him. He’s trying to protect you but it seems that he underestimates what you know you can and can’t do. You’d get frustrated and try to express that you didn’t need to be babied but the words would just stay stuck in your throat because you knew that he was just trying to look after you. “I can do this Jack! You need to stop worrying about me with small things like having the damn ladle stir itself in the pot! I’m not gonna get hurt with it and I know you’re looking after me but you’re making me uneasy like I could die from just touching a book about small spells! You’ve seen me fly a broom around and be perfectly fine in Mr. Crewels class so what is it that makes you think that I need you breathing down my neck all the time?! Is it because I’m magicless and from another world? Is it because I’m still a kid?” You bubbles over and spewed at him one day while you were making yourself dinner. Jack stood there as he awkwardly looked to the side trying to find an excuse. “I-“ “Im not as fragile as you think. If I was I would’ve been dead.” He’d been contemplating how much magic you could handle and he knows you know that he’s watching over you but he doesn’t know that it was getting overwhelming for you. He avoided you for a bit before apologizing and admitting that he had protected you because he feared you were weak because you were still a kid. You nodded in understanding and forgave him.

Epel: he had a small ego boost because he heard that you were magicless and a child who still knew nothing. He’d also heard Vil chatting away about you and saying mean things even when you were around. So he thought that you wouldn’t mind if he did too. You tried getting along with him at one point but he just pushed you away. “Is there something wrong with me that makes you stay away from me? I know that Im nothing like you but I’m trying to make an effort to get along with you!” You cornered him one day in the hall with small tears about to well over. He had almost nothing to say but a small peep “Does me being magicless and from another world disgust you? If it does then just say it already so I can leave you the hell alone and stop wasting my time trying to make an effort!” You demanded “I- no, not at all! I just…” He cleared his throat away of his country accent. “I thought that a kid like you couldn’t go through so many things and not have anything to hold onto yourself, ‘thought it was silly and that everyone and you were bluffin’ so I pushed you away because I thought you were way over yourself before I even got the chance to talk you properly…” he trailed off as you wiped your eyes and looked at him in understanding. Over time you both tried holding conversations to get to know each other and get warmed up so the same mistake doesn’t happen again. (It is hot in my damn room help 😭)

(The ones from diasomnia don’t really know you here)

Sebek 😈: He’d always talk about it was ‘impossible for a child with nothing to their name’ to even do anything in a world where they didn’t belong when he wasn’t stuffing his mouth with praises for Malleus. How ‘Their parents clearly made a mistake in raising them’ because you couldn’t cast a spell in class without needing help or looking at the instructions again. He’d even insult you in front of Malleus when you do someone like walk past their table “That child has no grace when they walk! Even in the presence of my lord himself! Utterly disgusting!” He’d say and the other three wouldn’t really respond because they hardly know you. One day Mr. Crewel had you two paired in a project so you two went to a secluded place to start (I mean he walked away while you followed after him.). “For the hundredth time that species will poison you! Can’t you understand?! Sevens I don’t know how you’re alive when you can’t even memorize stuff like this.” He muttered as he pinched the space between his eyes. You then slammed your fists in the table with tears of Frustration boiling up. “Can’t you understand that I can’t get a grasp of things here?! I’m only (age) and I’m in the (grade) grade! No sebek I cant understand anything because I’m not from here! I’m not supposed to be here making spells or talking to you because I’m supposed to be in a world where I get shut out like you have done to me because of shit like this! I don’t have an identity but only my face as proof of my existence! I don’t care about this project anymore you can blame me all you want I’m leaving.” You concluded before shoving papers in your bag and hastily walking away before he could even speak. After he had complained of what you said to him to Lilia he suggested that he look at it from your view and apologize. So he did. Which earned him nothing more than a smack on the face and a door to his nose. It’s up to you if you forgive him.

[angrelysimpping]

@/rrrotten's there's a Whitney fanart that... wow, this shit hits different! can you imagine doing this to him as a revenge for all that bullying shit he has done? Maybe paying some delinquents to knock him out, then tie him up, gag him and leave him in the bathroom for other students to have some fun with. After all that he's a drooling mess. Cum, blood, sweat and even piss everywhere... Oh, hey look! Are these tears? The big bad bully Whitney's crying cause now HE'S the slut? Now he walks around with "PC slut/whore", "walking dildo" and "fuck toy" , written on his face with permanent pen. Thought he's still learning who does he's belong too, it hasn't been broken yet, so I think PC will have to train him personally now. Maybe some ol good overstimulation and spanking? Or fuck him in the ass? Who knows, PC has time and creativity, but not so much patient.

Delicious

(AMAB Whitney, he/him; GN PC, you/your; PC is probably a sadist; Whitney gets nonconed by PC and randoms; some pet play; some mind break; idk man, there’s a lot in this; anal fingering, NPC receiving/PC giving; implied piss; drugs)

Honestly, you thought it would have been more difficult. 

Sure, it wasn’t hard to find people with a grudge against Whitney, but to drug the blond for you? Bring his unconscious body to you in the school bathrooms? Yeah, no, you thought it would take a lot more than a couple hundred pounds and a few sweet words about what you had planned for the bully. 

Though, maybe you should have given them some stronger drugs to knock him out with. You hadn’t wanted to accidentally kill Whitney, but the fucker was already awake and talking.

“I’m gonna kill you for this, slut.”

Whitney’s voice is strained, just like the rest of him. You can see all the muscles in his body flexing as he tries to free himself from his bindings. For all his squirming, his only reward is for the knots to become tighter. You’ll have to thank Winter for showing you how to tie those the next time you dropped by the museum. 

Whitney looks quite nice like this, naked and tied up, on his knees. It’s a good position. Could have his cock and his ass used at the same time, with some finagling. That was your goal, anyway. To allow people to use Whitney however they wanted. 

Walking around him, checking the knots, you can’t resist the temptation to reach out, to brush your fingers down the length of his spine. Whitney shudders involuntarily at the touch, and a little thrill runs through you as you reach the curve of his ass. 

“You a virgin here, Whitney?” you ask, letting your finger drift down to circle the rim of his asshole. You’re sure he is, the thought making your stomach flip. For all the hell he put you through, you wanted to have some fun before you had to leave. 

“Fuck off.”

You laugh, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. Whitney makes a strangled sound as you press harder, breaching his ass. “I think so, tight as you are,” you murmur, transfixed on where your finger disappeared into Whitney. “I can change that.”

Whitney tries to say something, but his words cut off into a high-pitched whine as you press another finger into him. “Do you want me to?” You don’t give Whitney a chance to respond before you curl your fingers in him, searching for his prostate. You pull another strained sound from Whitney as you find the bundle of nerves. You start to pump in and out of Whitney, making sure to target the spot that makes him whimper and struggle in his bindings for a whole new reason. 

“S-stop.”

A small thrill runs through you at his voice. He sounds so weak, pathetic. Leaning over his back, you bring your mouth as close to his ear, and breathe out a soft, “No.” Whitney shudders under you. 

Slipping your free hand around him to grab his dick, you can’t help but laugh again. “You’re hard, Whitney,” you grin into his shoulder. “You like this? Getting treated like the slut you are?”

Whitney swears and you feel his cock twitch in your hand. 

You could do this all day, really, finger fucking Whitney, teasing his cock. You’re sure that you could get him to break like this, make him beg you to let him cum. Maybe even beg you to fuck his ass, though that might just be wishful thinking on your part. 

You can’t, though. A knock on the bathroom door, your signal that classes were starting soon. 

With a sigh, you let Whitney go. 

“T-the fuck are you going?” Whitney demands as you leave the stall. 

“Class,” you say, tone matter of fact as you wash your hands.

“You aren’t- you can’t just leave me here!”

Your laugh makes his blood run cold. “But that’s the whole point.”

You ignore Whitney as he swears more, rummaging through your school bag until you find the small baggie of pink pills you had tucked away. Fishing one of the small candy-colored pills out, you return the bag to its hiding spot before turning back to Whitney.

Whitney starts to say something else but is cut off as you shove your fingers into his mouth, hand keeping his jaw squeezed open so he can’t bite. For a moment, you just pet his tongue before you let go of the pill, making sure it goes down his throat before grabbing your things and leaving, the bathroom door slamming shut cutting off Whitney’s sputtering. You think you can hear him yelling after you as you walk away. 

-

Lunch can’t come fast enough.

The moment your food is finished, you practically sprint to the bathroom. You can’t help the wild grin that spreads across your face at the state of the place. It’s starting to smell funky. You hadn’t thought about that, but you don’t particularly care, either. It’s the lewd fluids you can see on the floor that make your stomach flip. Part disgust, part satisfaction that people are enjoying your hard work.

That’s when you hear the sounds coming from the stall. Whitney’s stall. Pressing on the door proves that it’s unlocked, the door swinging open to reveal a lean boy, head pressed to Whitney's shoulder, panting while rutting against Whitney’s ass, cock sliding between the bully’s firm cheeks. The boy’s hips stutter and he moans as cum spurts across Whitney’s back. 

A small laugh escapes you and the lean boy jerks back from Whitney, quickly fixing his clothes and scurrying out of the bathroom. 

You give Whitney a once over. 

There’s cum all over the place, his face and chest particularly. Fluids glisten on his thighs and you can’t be sure if it’s lube or pussy juice, though you wouldn’t be surprised if it were both. Someone had the idea to tape his mouth shut. Smart, though you’d rather hear the bully whining when you were toying with him. 

His breathing is harsh and labored, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide. Your favorite part is his cock, hard and leaking uselessly between his thighs. The drug you’d forced down Whitney’s throat before leaving is doing its job well. You might not even have to give him a second dose.

You rip the tape off, grinning wider at the pained sound that comes from the bully. You expect him to start threatening you. Instead, he spits out a piece of cloth and starts coughing. 

Underwear. Someone had stuffed underwear into Whitney’s mouth before taping it shut.

“God, that’s brilliant. Wish I’d thought of it,” you say with a wide grin. Reaching out, you run a hand through Whitney’s hair. It’s damp. Sweat, you hope, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was something else. Whitney tries to jerk away from you, but you twist your fingers into his locks, yanking him back.

“Aw, pet, still acting up?”

“Shut up.”

A shiver runs through you at how rough his voice sounds. Someone must have fucked his mouth. If some random person could get away with forcing Whitney to give them head without getting their junk mutilated, maybe you could… You shove the thoughts aside, you’ll get to have your fun later, after classes. Keeping Whitney’s hair in a firm grip, you rummage through your school bag as best you can with one hand, pulling out a marker. Flicking off the cap, you messily write your name across Whtieny’s forehead.

“Looking good,” you say, tugging Whitney’s hair and making him crane his neck back, giving you a good view of your name. “We can get that tattooed later, I think.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“So you’ve said,” you hum, letting go of Whitney’s hair and grabbing the underwear he had spat out. 

Whitney opens his mouth to say something only to sputter as you start to dab at the cum on his face with the underwear. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Cleaning you up a little. Wanna see your pretty face before I leave.”

Whitney’s mouth snaps shut, and you have to suppress a laugh as he goes a bit pink.

He doesn’t say anything else as you wipe the cum from his face. Deciding Whitney is sufficiently clean, you stop. “Say ‘thank you.’”

Whitney’s eyes snap to your’s and he sneers. “Fuck yo-”

Whitney gags as you shove the now cum soaked underwear into his mouth and slap the tape back into place.

“Well, can’t say I didn’t give you a chance. See you after class!” You give Whitney a sharp slap to his ass as you exit his stall. 

-

Whitney’s breathing hard when you open the bathroom door, the sound echoing in the empty room. There’s more cum on him, more marks as well. Someone bit his shoulder hard enough to break the skin, ‘Walking Dildo’ written across his chest and ‘Cum Dump’ on his lower back. Some suspiciously yellow fluid puddling near where Whitney’s head rests, cheek pressed against the floor, makes you gag a little, yet you can’t help but grin. God, this school has some sick fucks in it, and, for once, you adored that fact. Made breaking in your new pet so easy. 

“Hay, Whitney!”

A soft, muffled groan comes from the blond, but he does nothing else as you crouch down next to him. His eyes are shut, face flushed and a fine sheen of sweat glazing his body. 

“Aw, all tuckered out?” you coo, brushing damp strands of hair back from his face. 

Whitney flinches slightly at your touch, an eye finally cracking open to glare up at you. His pupils are still dilated - a good sign. Probably still under the effects of the aphrodisiacs you’d given him. 

“Wanna go home, sweetheart? Gotta nice lil’ room set up for you in the loft. I think you’ll like it up there.”

Whitney doesn’t say anything, just glares up at you and lets out a huff of frustration through his nose.

With a small laugh, you tug the tape back from his mouth, waiting patiently as Whitney spits out the underwear gag and struggles to speak.

“Fuck you,” Whitney finally manages to spit out, voice weak and rough. Almost a performance, really. A desperate attempt to cling to what he knows. You can feel it in the humid air of the bathroom, can see it in the way he clenches his jaw. 

He’s close, so very close to breaking, to letting go. You just have to push him a little further.

Whitney gasps as you grab his cock, eyes going wide as you start to stroke him. He’s sore, tip an angry red, but precum still beads heavily at his slit. It’s the same for his hole, the poor abused ring of muscle giving in easily as you press two fingers into him. Finding his prostate is easier this time, the poor bundle of nerves far more sensitive now than when you’d first met it this morning. 

“D-don’t, stop, I’ll f-fucking…I’ll k-kill- ah!” Whitney moans low as his dick twitches in your hand, insides pulsing weakly around your fingers as you quickly make him cum, his seed painting his stomach and the floor under him. 

“If you want me to stop, you’ll have to play nice,” you say with a hum. Whatever Whitney was going to say to you is cut off into a high-pitched whine as you give his balls a squeeze, fingers curling inside him. His cock is still hard, twitching as you run your hand from his base to his tip. 

“School is out, Whit. It’s just you and me and the rest of the night ahead of us.”

“B-bitch.”

You laugh, giving his cock a harsh squeeze and pulling another pained whine from him. “Is that your new name? Bitch? Has a nice ring to it. But I think I prefer ‘Puppy,’ actually.”

Whitney doesn’t get a chance to respond, squirming and gasping as you force another finger into him.

“‘Please stop, Master.’ That’s what you have to say for this to end. Three little words.”

“C’mon Whitney, you just have to be a good puppy and I’ll stop.”

Tears glint at the corners of his eyes, mouth moving with no sound coming out as you force another orgasm from him. You give him a moment, his chest heaving as he stares blankly ahead of him.

When he doesn’t say anything, you start again, pressing your fingers inside him and milking his cock with your hand. 

“P-please.” Whitney’s words are barely audible, half choked. You pause as Whitney takes a shuddering breath. “Please s-stop.”

You wait for Whitney to repeat the last word of the phrase you’d given him, but the bully remains silent. “‘Master,’” you prompt, adding emphasis with a sharp squeeze to his cock.

Whitney frowns, eyes screwed shut, tears escaping them as he breathes heavily. When he doesn’t speak, you continue, now a fourth finger pressing at his puffy rim.

“-ster.”

You stop at the strained, half-whine.

“What was that, pup?” You’re sure he can hear the grin in your voice.

There’s a beat of silence as Whitney pants, harsh breaths filling the bathroom. Annoyed, you squeeze his cock, pressing against his prostate at the same time. 

It works.

“M-Master,” Whitney hiccups, “Please s-stop, Master.”

When you don’t immediately pull away from him, he keeps going, babbling the phrase over and over, his words studded with more hiccuped sobs and whines. 

Satisfied, you let go of his cock, fingers slipping from his body.

Whitney lays under you, spent and shivering on the cold, damp floor. He doesn't flinch as you press a soft kiss to his neck. No, instead, he shivers, a strange warmth filling him as you mutter a loving, “Good puppy.” 

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

AAAH Mountain Road is SO PRECIOUS??? oh my heart poor poor nari was going through it! I swear I could feel his frustration!! He wanted to fuss and mother hen but he just…he had no choice but to let his body do whatever it needed 🥺 also I swear he was this close to throwing up on Cyno in that moment omg. Migraines are the WORST and it says so much about him that he’s able to push through it, while still knowing his limits. Honestly I love that about his character both in how you write him and in canon, he is very good at knowing when to push himself and when to ask for help. BUT that doesn’t mean he always likes it when he has to ask for help. He will still have that anxiety or frustration, but he also knows that it won’t get better if he tries to ignore it (something Cyno needs to learn)

also I ADORE cyno and how protective he is!! His guilt over the energy drink tho 😭 also I love how like…safe he seems to make Tighnari feel?? And even when he’s sick (and I’ll get to that) he’s just like..no.. you have a MIGRAINE like he fully understands how bad those are for Nari and would do anything to make sure he’s resting properly. I truly don’t even think he would have minded had he ended up being sick alone cuz in his mind Nari comes first.

I love how low key Cyno is quick to pass out when he’s vomiting?? Or even not feeling well! Like he’s so sturdy normally and maybe it’s cuz he doesn’t vomit easily and when he does it’s such a violent act that he just runs out of air or his blood pressure goes wonky. Idk it’s neat that it’s come up a few times now!! But also very very concerning that he didn’t fight lying down. Granted I know that it’s his go too when unwell but still it really seemed like he was gonna faint for real. And Tighnari clocked that instantly. UHG. They are so in sync I love them

There is something so sweet about them constantly checking in on each other!! Honeslty both characters being sick at once sometimes makes me weirdly anxious? Idk why lol 😂 cuz I still read them anyways and almost always love them! And I LOVED this one!! Them lying in the floor together at the end, nari getting at least a fraction of relief…Cyno… well I’m sure he’ll be fine..eventually lmao. Tighnari i feel like needs to sleep a good 12 hours and Cyno just…idk he had a bad time so I have no idea what he needs 🤣

AHH I'M HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT!!

Nari deserved all the hugs this fic, I think being stuck on the road is up there with some of the worst places to be stuck in when you're in that much pain. And yes!! He's so strong and determined, and I love that about him. He knows how far he can rationally push his limits and he will do it if that's what the situation calls for. Also yes, he was definitely very close to throwing up all over Cyno 😭

We love protective Cyno. Tighnari definitely feels so safe with him, and Cyno would do absolutely anything for him. I imagine it broke him a little inside that he wasn't up to fussing over and comforting Tighnari ahhh, as you said, he knows how bad they get and he knows just how much pain Nari must be in. He 100% would have settled for being left alone in the bathroom in favour of Tighnari getting some proper rest 😭

YES!! This is one of the examples where things just slowly develop by themselves and I love it, it's definitely become a thing that Cyno gets light-headed easily when he's sick. Adding on to that, I wonder if he has actually blacked out in the past? Because another detail that's come up repeatedly, I think ever since my first Cynari sickfic, is that Cyno has a tendency to just kind of. stand. Like he usually stays standing upright if he's going to throw up, and almost every time without fail, the first thing Tighnari does is gently tug him down until he's kneeling. He knows how dizzy Cyno gets when he throws up.

Also absolutely, I think Cyno was on the verge of fainting and barely held it together here. The stress of them both being sick, this being the second violent vomiting spell in a short time, his body was just ready to nope out of that completely if he didn't lie down.

Ahh I get that! If it helps, I will be sure to include it in the warnings when we're going to be dealing with both characters in a fic being sick!

BUT YES, I love the scene of them both just lying there,,, in my head I kind of imagine that they slept there on the floor together for a while. Like maybe an hour or later one of them would stir and find they're both curled up together on the floor. And the next day they'd spend all day in the comfort of the bed, huddled up together and sleeping off their symptoms. Tighnari definitely needs a good marathon sleep. Cyno,,, I think once he's managed to throw up most of what's making him sick, he also needs a good long rest and plenty of hydration 🥺

[emmasturnolio56]

We cant be friends (part 1)

Summary: your best friends with Matt and nick but you and Chris are especially close. What happens when you’re drunk and Chris takes care of you.

Warnings: sub!chris, fem!reader, angst, fluff, pet names, aggression, puke

Notes: idk how I feel about this honestly. I randomly got motivated and literally did it and 2 hours so don’t be to mean. first Chris fic hope you enjoy! Don’t steal my work!!! Comment for a part two and I will make one!

I’m currently on the dance floor, drink in my hand, in my red little dress feeling better than ever. I was currently at Tara yummy’s 1 million party, what a fucking dream. It was even better than I imagined. Thankfully my best friends the sturniolo triplets invited me to come with them. (Specifically chris because he is my best friend and knew how much I wanted to come.) Chris watched me as I drunkenly danced and all he could think about was how bad I was gonna feel in the morning.

I decided to take a break from dancing and walk back to the bar (which was the last thing I needed to do) As I am about to make it to the counter I feel a harsh slap to my ass. “WHAT THE FUCK” I turn around to see a complete fucking stranger just smacked the fuck out of my ass and is grinning about it. “Why would you-“ I go to say before Chris comes up from behind me and grabs my arm to push me further away from the situation. Before I can open my mouth again to try and defend myself Chris punches the man that smacked my ass fully across the face and knocks him to the ground. “Ever touch my fucking girl ever again and I will kill you next time.” He says as he turns and grabs my arm and we walk out.

As he drags me out of the party I’m laughing and stumbling the whole time due to how drunk I was. “Are you okay y/n?, I’m so sorry he did that and you had to see that.” He says when we finally get to his car and he opens the passenger door for me. “It’s fine Chrissy, I kinda liked watching you punch someone for me anyway.” I say with a smile on my face. “You’re crazy.” Chris says with a smile also on his face. We both get into his car and I immediately feel the drunkenness take over and I’m exhausted. I decided to shut my eyes and take a nap during the car ride.

“Y/n wake up, we’re at my house.” Chris says while shaking me slightly. “I don’t wanna.” I say not moving an inch. “I’m not gonna let you sleep in my car sweet girl.” He says still shacking me slightly. “Your just gonna have to carry me in than.” I say still not moving trying not to grin. “Your lucky your my best friend and your drunk.” He says as he gets out and walks over to my side of the car. He picks me up out of the car bridal style and walks toward his front door. He fiddles with the keys for a second while still holding me. Once he finally gets the door open he takes me to his room downstairs and sets me on his bed. The mix of alcohol, adrenaline and stairs wasn’t a good one because I was about to throw up. “Chrissss” I say holding my stomach. “What’s the matter pretty girl?” He says kneeling down in front of me looking up at me with pure concern.

I push him out of the way and run to the bathroom trying to not throw up all over Chris and his room. I just barely miss the toilet and get it all over my dress and a little in the floor and I start to sob. “Chris I’m so fucking sorry I’m an idiot.” I say through my tears “No, sweetie there’s no reason to be so upset I promise it’s okay pretty girl, it was an accident” Chris says as he helps me clean up some of the mess and wipes my tears. “Can I burrow some clothes?” I say looking down at my puke covered dress and crying a little more. “Of course angel.” He says smiling and walking toward his closet.

He comes back with a hoodie and some sweats. “Here you go, you can wear these.” He says with a smile on his face. I try and walk out of the bathroom to grab the clothes from his hand but slip on the wet ground from cleaning the puke, he catches me before I can fully fall into the ground. “Fuck be careful sweet girl.” He says with a concerned look on his face. “Thx” I say awkwardly standing back up straight. “I’m gonna change now.” I say while shutting the bathroom door. I quickly get changed at suddenly I feel the need to cry again. I try and be as quiet as possible but I’m such a mess right now that Chris could still hear my sobs. He slowly opens the bathroom door, “Angel what’s wrong?” He says while walking toward me in the bathroom. “Just everything that happend at the bar and I threw up in your room and your probably mad at me and I drank way to much and..” I’m cut of by his palm over my mouth. “You did not deserve what happened at the party and I’m sorry, I am not mad at you and I never could be mad at you, and yes you did drink to much, but that’s okay. Stop being so hard on yourself sweet girl.” He says as he wipes the tears from my face. “Thank you Chrissy, I think I’m just tired.” At that he picks me up bridal style and lays me on his bed. I immediately sink into the mattress and shut my eyes. “Can I sleep in here?” I ask just to make sure he’s okay with hearing my snoring all night, I asked looking at him with a begging expression. “Of course sweet girl, Come here.” We both get under the covers and I wrap my arms around his waist and throw a leg over his legs. He starts to massage my hair and I shut my eyes and drift off to sleep in his arms.

Notes: this is my first Chris fic and I really love the ending! Hope you enjoy! I will probably make a part two if this does well!

[0-r-a-y-0]

Hair Dye— Romantic #5

In which: Jasper and Nick do each other’s hair. (And they re-dye Nick’s hair)

Also I imagine Jasper looking like Dominic Fike but like…a metalhead idk.

I had a oneshot planned before this and was supposed to be posted last night but I hated it so much. Anyways for Nick dying his hair red, here I present…this thingy.

Expect a lot of hair oneshots in the future because I love writing about hair

“You get the dye?” Jasper asked, entering the bathroom with some hair supplies.

“Yeah, I bought it earlier.” Nick responds, showing him the bag.

“What color is it?” He quizzed.

“A dark red color. I was thinking about doing a bright red but I don’t know.” The other shrugged.

“Well, I think you would look adorable and hot with any color. Do what you want to do with it.” Jasper said, looking Nick in the eyes as he laid a hand upon his cheek. They share a quick kiss, not wanting the moment fade away.

“How do we do this?” Nick wondered.

“Like you don’t know.” Jasper playfully rolled his eyes.

“I do know what I’m doing…kinda.” The blonde replied. “Just want to be sure I’m one hundred percent correct.”

“Ugh, what would you do without me?” The curly haired boy asked sarcastically.

“I probably wouldn’t be as happy as I am now that’s for damn sure.” Nick quickly responded.

“Same here. I love spending all my time with you.” Jasper added. “Well anyways, let’s get this over with before you decide to change you mind.”

“Yeah, let’s get on with it.” He stated, taking the hair dye out the bag.

“Do your brothers know about this?” The other wondered.

“Nope, not at all. Had Laura drive me to the hair place and help pick out the color. It’s gonna be a surprise.” Nick claimed.

“Alright, first we got to section your hair.” Jasper confirmed. “Sit in the chair.”

“Wow, what are you? A hair stylist now?” The blonde teased, almost amused.

“Well, I know how to do hair. I’ve dyed my own hair many times so I know from experience.” He confirmed. “Now sit down in the chair I brought in here for you.”

Nick sits down and Jasper immediately gets to work with parting his hair. The bottom, mid-section, and his bands out. Most of his bangs were clipped to the side, a small part actually out. Jasper puts latex gloves on mixes the dye before applying it to the small part of bangs out. He then foils it before bringing out another small section of his bangs, repeating the process and taking the last section of his hands out of the clip. Afterwards, he clips sections on his mid-section, redoing everything and doing the exact thing with the bottom of his hair. Making sure he got all of his hair, he goes over a few parts and setting a timer after.

“Okay, let’s wait thirty minutes and we’ll check it and we’ll decide what to do from there.” Jasper suggested.

“Alright, seems good.” Nick replied. “What do you want to do until then?”

“It don’t matter. We can watch a movie, thought I don’t think you wanna be on your bed with unprocessed hair dye in your hair.” The tan skinned boy said.

“Yeah…” The taller boy trailed off. “I think I got an idea.” He smiled, running his fingers in Jasper’s hair. “How about I do your hair?”

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t brush it out because…”

“…Because it’ll make your hair frizzing and “ugly” and you’ll have to get a shower to fix it.” Nick interrupted.

Jasper smiled. “You know me so well.” He leans in for a kiss, their lips melting together in harmony before pulling away.

“Hell yeah I do.”

Nick gets up, instructing Jasper to sit in the chair. He grabs a chunk of his hair, twisting it around his finger playfully before taking a rubber band and tying it up on his head, then evening it out on the other side; giving the boy pig tails. Nick quickly takes his phone out, taking a few pictures (and not forgetting to do a point five) before letting Jasper see.

“Is that really all you wanted to do?” He giggled.

“Maybe. Thought you’d look cute.” Nick smirked.

They waited the rest of the time out, talking and kissing until the timer went off. Nick gets back into the chair and Jasper takes part of the foil off on the first strip he did and making sure it was okay with Nick. They decided to wait another fifteen minutes, and when Nick agreed that it was the color he wanted, the rinsed the color out in the shower. Nick just standing there shirtless as Jasper helped shampoo his hair and making sure it was good before applying leave in conditioner. They blow dry and brush his hair and making it his usual hair style before showing Chris and Matt. Turns out, they loved it. And they spent the rest of the night taking pictures and making tiktoks before relaxing for the rest of the night.

[lolitaa-17]

-compass; R.braun x f!reader

warnings; angst idk,fluff,cussing, not romanticizing mental health.

Not proofread

Music was softly playing through your headphones as you looked out the window. The sun was starting to rise. You blinked as you felt as if your eyes were going droopy. You don’t know how many months it’s been since you’ve had a good nights rest.

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing awake so early” you roommate spat out a little spooked.

“I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You asked pausing your music and taking off your headphones.

“No not at all you just spooked me out.” She rubbed her face with hands trying to wake herself up. “I have early classes today anyway”

Which reminded you that you needed to start getting ready for work since you had to open today. “Oh okay, I’m gonna head out to the bathrooms.”

You grab your towel and the basket that had all your hygiene stuff.

After returning back from the bathrooms you put on some jeans a black tee shirt. You grab the apron sitting on the chair and the hat you had to wear for work.

It was like a repeating cycle. Work…school…”sleep”. You just wanted it to end already. You were tired of this and you felt as if there was no point because in the end you will always be doing the same cycle no matter what occupation.

Your phone alarm rang signaling you that it was time to head to work. You grab your car keys and the pack of cigarettes that had been sitting next to the keys and you head out.

You really didn’t have much of a social life on campus. You just wanted to get school over with so you didn’t involve yourself much of the parties. Of course you went to some but just small ones here and there. The only “social life” you really had was at work. Your job consists of you, Sasha, Niccolo and Reiner. They were your work buddies but it was only mainly just small talk.

You enter the dark coffee shop and start setting everything up for the day. After setting everything up you heard the bell of the front door jingle. You look up to see Reiner.

“Hey y/n!” He lets out a small smile

“Hey”

He starts setting up some stuff here and there. He was honestly a very sweet boy. You thought of how attractive he was and how he’d cheese over some cheerleader who he was madly in love with her. Once he told you about her you immediately knew you stood no chance.

“So what do you plan on doing this weekend?” He asked as he’s unpacking some new cups.

“Probably go to the beach and just sit around” It was one of your favorite things to do especially in paradis.

“It’s still pretty chilly out though, don’t you think?” He asked.

“I prefer it like that”

“Well I have an extra ticket to this amusement park-“

You nod your head before he could even finish.

“What why?” He was basically begging you to answer him.

“Reiner I don’t do amusement parks, plus I don’t wanna third wheel.” His smile dropped.

“Well it’ll just be the two of us.” He goes to the storage closet as you felt the mood change.

Had something happen between him and that cheerleader. You then thought about how he hasn’t really been bringing her up at work at much, or at all even.

The door bell jingled again revealing Sasha and Niccolo. They always arrived at the same time especially for the fact that they had been living together in their small apartment. They were honestly really cute and you envied them.

After a long five hours of your shift you could finally leave as you four switched with the other four workers who had just started checking in. You said bye to Sasha and Niccolo. You didn’t know where Reiner was so you just left.

After reaching your car you hear your name being called out.

“Y/n, wait up!” Reiner was running toward you.

“Oh hey”

“W-wanna go to the um beach?” He asked trying to catch his breath.

“I have class in like 30 minutes.”

“No no not today. Tomorrow”

“But I thought you were gonna go to the amusement park” you were a bit confused

“I gave the tickets to Sasha and Niccolo”

“Are you sure? I’m kind of boring out of work” you forcefully laugh.

His gaze soften “yeah I’m sure I want to go”

“Okay I’ll um text you when I’ll be going, I’ll pick you up” you wave at him as you enter your car and make your way to your dorm to change into something more comfortable for class.

There you were again. But this time you lie down facing the wall in hopes you wouldn’t freak out your roommate again. You thought you slept a good hour or so but it had only been a 5 minute nap. You check the time.

3:45am

You sigh and sit up from your bed. You slipped on your slippers and grabbed a lighter and the pack of cigarettes on the counter.

You sat right next to the door outside of the building of the dorms. It was pretty cold as you sat out there with a pair of blue checkered boxers and a large white tee. You inhaled the smoke from the cigarette. This felt like peace. Just nights like this. But for some reason you still felt some void that needed to be filled.

As you leaned your head back and blew the smoke out your mouth you felt car lights pull up in the parking lot right in front of you.

“Y/n what the hell are you doing out here in the cold.”

You look up and see Reiner getting out of his car.

You lifted up the cigarette to show him.

“I told you to stop smoking the other day y/n” he walks over to you as he took off his jacket and put it over you.

“Well why are you out so late?” you asked him in hopes of changing the subject.

“Couldn’t sleep so I went to the pharmacy to grab melatonin.” He reached in his back and opened the pack of the melatonin gummies.

“You think those actually work?” You bitterly chuckled.

“They always do for me” he said popping two or three in his mouth.

“That must be nice” you put the cigarette up to your mouth again but this time Reiner took it and threw it to the other side of the grass.

“What the fuck man” you softly punch his leg.

“Here I got something better.” He reaches in the plastic bag and grabs out a pack of gummy worms.

“Fine.”

“Here let’s head to my room” Reiner says

“But your roommate.” You say looking up at him as he got up.

“He’s at some interview for a couple days, he’s not here right now.” He reaches his hand out to help you up.

You guys make your way to his dorm. It wasn’t how you expected it. It was cleaner than you expected. Cleaner than your dorm.

You threw yourself on reiners bed.

“How come your bed is much more softer.”

“Shit I bought a whole new one, no way was I gonna sleep on that piece of cardboard”

You softly chuckle sitting up to let some space for Reiner.

You shove a few gummies in your mouth. He looks at how you’re destroying those gummies.

“Mentally noted that you fuck those gummies up”

You roll your eyes and hand him one.

“Shut up.”

The silence was getting really loud when suddenly you remembered he had bought melatonin to sleep.

“Wait I’m sorry I should go, you probably wanna knock the fuck out right now.”

He laughs “nah you’re good.”

“No really you look tired as shit”

“Nah I like the company” he says as he laid down next to you while he stared at the ceiling.

“Reiner I have to ask you something.”

“Hmm?”

“What happened with you and that cheerleader chick?” You asked him while popping s gummy worm into your mouth.

“Oh her. Yeah um turns out she has a girlfriend.” He softly laughed at himself.

You stopped chewing at the sudden news.

“Your over her though right?” You asked breaking the silence.

“Oh definitely, ever since she told me we’ve been chill.” He sighed as he closed his eyes.

“Sorry for bringing it up.”

“No you’re good. I was planning on telling you anyway.”

“Can you sleep with me?” Reiner spoke again.

“What?”

“Never mind sorry. There’s just been so much going on lately and-“

“No I get it. I’ll stay” you smile and lay down next to him.

“Sometimes we just need people when we’re at our lowest.” You whispered

Maybe you needed someone too. Maybe that’s why you’ve always felt empty. You never bothered talking to people out of work on your free time and your roommate? You guys would have little “sups” here and there but that’s it. But right now you felt. Filled. Like you didn’t feel empty anymore. And you liked it.

You grabbed Reiners hand and rubbed it. You look over and he had knocked out. You smile to yourself. How peaceful he looked sleeping but what was he feeling? Was he hiding the fact that he was hurt by the girl he liked rejected him? It hurt you just thinking about it. A little jealous, but you never made a move so how could you be jealous?

“I think I like you Reiner. I think you are worthy of saving me” you whispered while he was soundly sleeping.

Soon enough you heard the birds chirping and but the sun wasn’t out. It was cloudy. You sighed hoping today would be sunny when you went to the beach.

The whole night you laid there with him. Admiring his features as he slept like a baby. His eyes fluttered open and he looked over at you.

“You’re awake already ??” His voice was a lot deeper.

“mhm”

“You look like you didn’t even sleep holy shit” he cupped your face to have a good look at it.

You pull away and pinched his cheeks “hurry up and change so we can go to the beach already.”

He got up and started looking for clothes as he was still half asleep.

“Let me go change too, meet me at my car” you told him as you step out of his room.

You both entered the car after making a quick stop at the gas station to grab a couple snacks. You took a sip from your energy drink while you could feel Reiners gaze on you.

“Y/n…when was the last time you actually slept.” He asked causing you to brake really hard at the stop sign.

“Im sorry i didn’t mean to press on the brakes that hard”

“You gonna answer me or what?”

You sighed “I don’t really…remember Reiner”

“I mean I wanted to sleep yesterday but..” you slowly stopped trying not to confess your feelings towards him.

“But what?”

You parked the car. “We’re here Reiner”

You got out the car before Reiner could even speak. Was this gonna be the day to tell him that you needed him? Did you need him? He made you feel better. His company was warm.

You walked close to the shore as the waves seemed slow but heavy. You loved it. They grey tint to the sky was beautiful. And no one was here just you two.

You sat down and took in a deep breath.

“Isn’t this nice” you look at Reiner who still seemed to be waiting for an answer.

“Y/n…can you talk to me about this? I want to help you” you look at him and his gaze softened.

“Reiner im scared” you whispered.

He sits next to you and pulls you into a side hug. He never let go.

“Scared of what y/n”

“Im scared you’ll push me away…after I tell you what I feel.”

“No of course I won’t, you stuck with me what makes you think I’m gonna leave you.”

You took a deep breath as you felt Reiners hand caress your back.

“Reiner, I’ve always thought there was no point in living if it’s just an endless cycle. Everyday for me is the same. I can’t sleep. I’ve tried everything melatonin,Tea, warm milk, everything Reiner. But I can’t…it’s like I feel empty and my thoughts are just keeping me awake stopping me from sleeping. But yesterday I was with you and it changed. I felt warm and quiet and I was genuinely tired and I wanted to sleep but I was scared that if I close my eyes just for one second you’d be gone. And I just wanted to admire how peaceful you looked and I realized that you made me feel a type of way I’ve never felt with anyone. And I think I like you Reiner.” You look over and see that he tries to process it all.

He smiled “So you’re saying I make you feel better?”

“Basically”

“Listen y/n”

Your heart dropped…you didn’t know if what he was gonna say was either gonna be good or bad.

“I’ve been really off these days lately too and I found myself always getting up extra early to go to work and spend my time with you. And if you want me to be honest. I bought those tickets for us, not me and historia. I wanted to get to know you more and see you outside of work. And yesterday night you made my week feel so much better. I’ve fallen for you too y/n”

You sigh in relief as you dropped down on your back as you felt Reiner lay down next to you.

“So I want to spend more time with you and go on more little dates with you.” He smiled pulling you in as you guys cuddled in the sand.

You felt your eyes slowly drift. You let out a breath before soundly falling asleep in the arms of Reiner. You loved it and you were happy that most days we’re gonna consist of you two being together and Inseparable.

The end

I don’t know if this was good, I’m sorry if I made any mistakes. My head was aching the whole time making this but I just wanted to get it over with so I hope you all enjoy!

[weebsinstash]

I get what you mean about the hair; I try and keep my fics with neutral phrases but I’ve got hair like yours, and sometimes I’m self indulgent 🤷

But imagine batfams reader cutting their hair while stuck in the manor and their reactions at finding out lmao

Honestly, their feelings of BETRAYAL. They'd be so overdramatic. They love to brush and braid and style and do all sorts of stuff with your hair: hair masks, hair stylings, curlings, rollers, would platonic bathing even be a thing 🤔😳 seperated by gender or whatever, or maybe your reader is an adult and you're on that stepcest shiz and that's 🤌 a ok. god the Wayne money makes a sort of communal bathing activity possible for, them to have some sort of big ass tub room or some luxurious "marble bathroom with cascading water from the ceiling into a big square in floor tub that could fit like 15 people in it" type shit, or you mostly have some privacy bathing wise BUT they sometimes take you to a spa where you've got some of them with you and, you know, you're naked so, depending on context this is either mildly embarrassing (oh it's just "your family" but you're shy) or downright humiliating (you know they arent 'actually' your adoptive family or youre a kidnapping victim or whatever).

They all do so much and more and take you to high end salons, and, suddenly, what did you DO??? Where did it all go??? I've had haircuts before where I've gotten a good ten inches chopped off, going from like center of the back to just above the shoulders, and also, like, I've also been a cheap bitch and cut my own hair before a few times, nothing fancy or risky, just combing it out ultra straight after a shower and cutting it even length all around

They're going from being able to do all sorts of styles with it, to, maybe you can barely do a small ponytail and maybe it causes so much traction alopecia it ain't worth it. And you're either so casual about getting/giving the haircut ,or, feel regret later and try and hide it but, regardless, they find out for sure. God, like, have you see Catwoman and Batwoman because they might be the first to notice. Both of them have luscious hair and as your official "new moms" they're the ones who like to look after you and the other girls (Barbara, Cassandra, there's so many of these mf'in comic books I'm sure there's more, Carrie Kasey is from an alternate timeline so she isnt really here). Anyways Selina always being physically affectionate and running her hands through your hair and tbh idk a lot about Katherine but she seems cool and she was shown in the Young Justice show which tbh is kind of where I've been picturing this all to take place, or like, something similar. Both of them are also rich heiresses and, also, you know, women so, regardless of your gender they always get you such luxurious skin and hair products and insist on mothering you and pampering you.

Seriously do you wonder if like the entire family excluding you has to have secret meetings where they negotiate around a calendar who gets to spend time with you like "We wanted to take them to our favorite spa this weekend" "well, they told me that they wanted to go somewhere with lots of animals, so, I'm taking them to that new famous zoo overseas. You'll have to reschedule" "dibs on next Friday, we were gonna do a movie night" "that won't work because there's a convention they've really been looking forward to and I was going with them" and also, would they even snipe each other's plans like 'oh shit that sounds way better than what I had in mind'. They overhear one another, discussing planning to surprise you with something they know you'll like or want to do, and the eavesdropper will snag it first. But also like, not always in a toxic backstabbing way, they're all a loving family albeit with Tons And Tons Of Issues (welcome to the Wayne house, bitch)

But anyways, rambling aside before I immediately begin a rant about another idea, I imagine it'd be kind of contextual how they react to your drastic hair transformation. Are you 'stuck in the manor' cause you're a grounded young adult or a consciously aware kidnapping victim this is all kind of being imposed onto. Or I've also thought of, we've discussed the whole age regression memory loss adoption thing, and potentially just being scooped up, but I've also thought about option c: you were a legit sidekick but then genuinely want to leave or stop and like, they'll let you choose to stop crime fighting but they won't let you leave the family and be on your own. Either way, the fam's reaction could range from some of them being scolding, to being sad, to being disappointed in you and feeling like this is indicative of some sort of problem i mean like "oh no a sudden haircut what if this means they're feeling kinda down, not anything about the kidnapping tho" like, you know how it can be almost satirical where people will overanalyze the situation and suggest the most bonkers thinks instead of accepting the truth. They're rushing to "fix" all kinds of problems. You're getting your bathroom completely emptied of all products and replaced with a customized, expensive routine like hair growth promoting oils and shampoos and masks and leave in conditioners like, borderline treating the loss of your hair like a tragedy like some follicle 9/11, which, also applies super hard to the next idea I'm gonna share before 😅

There's kind of, a personal haircare problem I've been encountering but is kind of specific but I could also see it making like an interesting sort of story. I have seborrheic dermatitis (which, it's dandruff, most skin conditions are actually autoimmune disorders) and my scalp just likes to randomly go crazy sometimes and, well, i can't tell if it's the use of a "safe for daily use" clarifying shampoo in tandem with the potentially drying anti dandruff shampoo, or the seborrheic dermatitis inherently, or just a dry scalp that's being exacerbated by the wrong shampoo, or even years of my own high ponytails, but, I've noticed a recent change in my hair texture with some noticeable hair thinning, so. Onto the concept, what if the fam was obsessed with your hair but you insist on being able to buy or choose your own products and they aren't possessive enough that they're controlling what your personal hygiene routines and such are (yet), so, here you are experimenting with new products and routines and just trying to have fun and you. Accidentally fuck up your own hair, or notice a problem, and you're too nervous to go to them because 1. You'll feel stupid about it and you don't want them to look down on you 2. What if they have a weird reaction about it 3. Bruce would probably take you straight to a dermatologist and what if that doesn't help and maybe you have some internalized trauma from being poor in your old life that you don't like "wasting money/resources on unnecessary dr visits if I can figure it out myself 🥺 im sorry"

But like if you outright damaged your own hair I feel like that'd really feed into their whole all around neurosis on needing to take care of you. Infantalizing sort of "SEE, this is why you need our help, can't you see we just care about you 🥺". Some of them might be more invested or differently prioritized than others but none of them are happy, just, differing levels of being upset haha. The "iron fist" really comes down on regulating you, from what you to how you brush your hair to what goes in it and even how you sleep. Getting enough vitamins and minerals in your body while good rest is important, so, not only do they have to male sure you're eating and not having any deficiencies, but also, Bruce is occasionally checking those hidden cameras to make sure you're fast asleep when you need to be, him and, really anyone who can use the Batcomputer and has the will, tracking your sleeping patterns and seeing if you're sleeping soundly or if there's any nightmares or you're popping awake or, even maybe if your phone and certain things will have to be confiscated for you to rest, IF those are things you even were allowed to have in the first place.

But yeah these guys got me acting totally weird and on some self indulgent personal fantasy shit but ykw if you're subscribed to me you're probably a lil weird too and that's ok 👍

[moonhoures]

hello moonie! i know it’s been a while but i just finished my current semester so i’ve finally got time to login heheh anyways i’m here to share my very recent brainrot that’s been eating up my brain for 3 days but i had to put aside bc of deadlines (ofc it’s kyun related) so 1, i was re-reminded at how strawberry is his fav fruit [https://twitter.com/96x1x26/status/1621118201643020294?s=46&t=7K5GlOWER2OJ1YwGhr2e2g] and 2, [https://twitter.com/everlasting1m/status/1704098850464846198?s=46&t=7K5GlOWER2OJ1YwGhr2e2g] this recent behind look for his photoshoots

ok so idk what to call this a fic idea?? it’s a p specific scenario¿¿ blurb?? in my head, so imagine this: it’s anniversary day, the day has been great, good date, good dinner he gets y a real nice flower bouquet blabla all the love and romance from our resident loverboy. you guys get home, ask him to start a bath for u while u do some light cleaning and put the flowers in a vase and all, but him being him the sweet little romance man he goes over and beyond to somehow find the time to not only set it up w a nice bathbomb, but also rose petals and a candle. kyun even finds the time to wash and prep fresh strawberries in a bowl for you to snack on (gasp how does he do it was it all a big plan??), and he uses this as leverage to allow himself to sit on the floor next to the tub saying he needs to “feed you” or “share it together” but he just wants to spend more quality time w you. so as you’re on your phone or watching a show or reading a book, you miss how he’s looking at you with his starry boba eyes like you’re not real and he’s so in love and this was not in the flow of plans but suddenly he’s just taking whatever was in your hand away, flustered as you watch him step into the bath with you, still clothed as he pulls you in for a kiss. his shirt and pants are wet and it’s sticking to his skin and his slacks look so tight poor loverboy couldn’t wait until after shower time he’s wet whining and begging to let you fuck him in the bathroom so you let him and he’s just extra lovey today constantly professing his love for you and worshipping you like the goddess you are and it’s just so new to you bc he’s usually so dominant you’ve never really seen him so desperate and whiny… and maybe afterwards you bring up how you were gonna show him this new set you planned to wear post shower if he didn’t take you then and there and he gets all pouty asking you for a show and you comply and round 2 that was supposed to be round 1 happens in bed, (but the thing is kyun swore for this years celebration to end in a more domestic and soft fluffy way bc he wanted both of you to relax as you’ve been both busy, so your plan to show up in a set was supposed to be the big surprise, but he ended up winning that game, unintentionally too)

the way my thoughts are so long and detailed but i don’t have the mental capacity nor skill to write a proper piece i can only jot this down as if i’m recalling a very detailed dream i woke up from HSHSDH anyways i did my best to communicate the vibes i was having in my brain thank u for reading til the end if u did… idk why my brain does this but these thoughts usually flash thru my mind in a sequence of still images anyways hope u have a good rest of the week love!!

- 💐

the thought of fully clothed kyun climbing into the bath to make out is something i didn’t know i needed this bad 😭😭😭 that’s so hot??? and he would just be so passionate about it, that’s what’s driving me insane 😵‍💫 like water is def splashing up and out of the tub, he’s got your face cupped in his hands, and you’re gasping in shock but he doesn’t care. he’s using that as a means to run his tongue through your open lips. god i need him so bad 😩❤️‍🩹

[wolfie-2013]

Ok so I’m this post I showed off my Spider-Sona. Originally it was for a Spider-Man x Mha AU. Specifically one in which Todoroki was Spider-Man. It was only recently that I really started to come up with story for that au. I wanted to share what I have so far, but I’ll probably be splitting it into parts since the google doc is like 8 pages. So this first part will be before UA.

The MHA earth is gonna be Earth-2016, and it’s basically gonna be canon mha. So quirks are still a thing. But now todo has his quirk + spider powers.

He got them a year before UA. And that was when endeavor took him to his agency, shouto got in trouble for doing something at the house and Enji decided that he would not be left alone, and got bit by a radioactive Spider.

The spider in question was brought in as evidence from a drug lab bust that was performed about a week prior. The only reason they noticed the spider was because it was kept in a container and had the “warning radioactive” sticker in it. The agency looked at the files but there wasn’t much on the spider. On that day, the spider managed to somehow escape its enclosure, and while a completely unaware shouto was wandering the halls the spider bit him.

So he feels pretty normal the rest of the day, but that night he starts to feel sick. He goes to bed and the next morning he’s magically feeling better. (Also in this au his vision in his left eye was damaged from the boiling water.) He wakes up and can suddenly see perfectly out of his left eye. He goes to get out of bed when he hears a rip. He looks at the bed sheet in his had to see that he had ripped them with a pair of talons that had grown on his hands. (The talons are retractable and not as big as Miguel’s) He shoots out of bed and runs for the door, his hand gets stuck to the door knob for a second before he finally gets free and makes a beeline for the bathroom. His mouth had felt weird since he woke up. It was unnaturally dry and felt as if it was overcrowded. So he looks in the mirror and sees a large set of fangs protruding from his top gums and a smaller but still unreasonably big set on from his bottom gums. (Unfortunately for our poor boy these are not retractable. He has a venom that is released through his fangs. He also has natural spinnerets in his arms now)

Anyway: time skip, he gets his suit made (it has web shooters built into it as a back up)

(Also in this au todoroki is more similar to my todoroki, so he’s pretty loud. But because of the fangs he now has to hide he started speaking much softer. (No one really noticed a change at home since shouto definitely wasn’t very loud there, and since he was homeschooled he didn’t have to worry about any classmates noticing) so that will explains why he’s so quiet and kinda mumbles in the show.)

So he becomes the Spider-Man of (whatever Japanese city he’s nearest to as well as a few others) and you may be asking “well what’s his uncle Ben moment?” Well when he’s starting out, he hasn’t the slightest idea of how to be a vigilante though he does try his best. Eventually a much more experienced vigilante( idk her name yet or her quirk) feels kinda bad for him and decides to take him under her wing. They get really close and she kinda becomes the mother/aunt figure that shouto has never had but always desperately wanted. Until one night they’re both working together to try and take down a gang that’s been extorting people for “protection”. There’s a lot of gang members and the two are out numbered but they’re managing. That is until someone either shoots his mentor or she gets impaled by someone’s quirk. She goes down and shouto sees red. He takes down the gang, webs them up and runs over to her.

She dies in his arms.

The person that killed her fled as soon as shouto began overpowering the gang. Shouto chases after her killer and eventually corners them. He hangs them high above the ground, and he wants to freeze them to death, or drop them, he’ll he’s even mad enough to burn them. But he stops. Killing this person would make him just as bad as them. And it’s definitely not what his mentor would want.

So he ties the thug up and leaves a note.

This is the first time Spider-Man makes the front page of the news, It’s all Japan can talk about for weeks.

And also right before UA he actually gets recruited to the Spider Society. So he has the “Goober” or dimensional travel watch. (He gets invited a few months after across the spider-verse happens as well as the events of beyond the spider verse. Miguel and miles have made up and are working on it) So he also is constantly wearing the watch. Miguel along with noir are his spider mentors. Miguel helps with the talon and fang aspects of his powers (how to properly retract his talons and how to deal with the fangs and how to hide them. Noir trains him with hand to hand combat, detective skills (noir is a private eye), stealth, and also pickpocketing and a couple of other tricks.

So the typical Spider-Man villains aren’t the big guys in this au. The League of Villains is still the biggest concern. And while shouto does fight them sometimes. His villains are still threats but definitely aren’t as well known or as feared as the league. Anomalies are also still occurring, So sometimes another spiders villain will pop into another’s dimension.

That’s it for this one.

[maxxklaire]

marathon

truthfully i don’t think i’d be alive right now if i didn’t have music. especially my own music, im more alone & sad & depressed & shit than i’ve ever felt. & i’ve been running & avoiding & trying to be okay for so long, i cant escape though. it catches up to me no matter how much i think i’ve healed, how okay i think i am. it’s exhausting & i’m tired. i don’t want to kill myseld, that’s corny & i’ve done nothing significant to me yet. idc about significant to others, i hope i can be someone ppl use like i use music. to feel. to express. not that i have any fans anyways, im only doing it for me. my own gf i watxh her skip my songs whenever they come on in her playlist so. do i kepe going? is that the choice i want? i jus want less, less pain, less melancholy & more life exploding from me. all i feel exploding is my head in my imagination when i’m splattering it onto the new canvas i bought, yes Van Gogh my fav artist. i’m jus idk. to the point i know my life has to change & i know i have too but i don’t have the people around me , i don’t have the resources, i don’t even have a car, a bed, i sleep on a couch for the last 4 years. i haven’t had a job since i was 19 & im 21 now. my family always telling me i need to get this & that but never want to help me, but they help my siblings so i guess they aren’t complete assholes. i’ve always felt cast aside in my own home , childhood was terrible for me bc it was the worst years of our live collectively and i was rhe oldest of my siblings so im the only one who really remembwes and was affexted by it all. being 13-18 during it all, and watxhing and experiencing it all and having it completelly change & create who i am now. & i’m still dealing with it all bc i supressed so much. it comes out in bursts & moods i jus want it to come out in art. my music. my drawings. eveyrthing bleeding from me is agony onto the pages & beats but none of it is me. it’s all made up , all what i envision happiness to be. i create chatacter & settings for songs & then abandon them bc i cant create in real time what i see in my mind. i lack the confidence & im aware of tha. i think too much about being perceived & i can feel something coming that’s gonna change that, i hope. i care to much about eveyrthing & everyone & how ill be seen bc of what i might say on a song or in a tweet or wear on my body. i hate it. i love music & it’s the only outlet i have , i have few friends & no friends who are in music like me. i’ve met ppl online far away who are as passionate as me but they also are in horrible positions. i’ve met people i wnat to reach out too & ask to help me with my music & work wit them. Fatmowf, Modure , G Smoove , amongst others but my fear of rejection & being seen as not able to even make music good is the issue. i don’t care about making good music i like making what i like, but then i start trying to hard & start thinking “oh this isn’t good no one will like this i have to make it be good” & then it jus gets worse. i hate every song i’ve written bc they’re all so try hard & imitating the ppl i like. which is fine i guess. everything i make sound so simple & uninteresting , my voice sounds shitty on every song, i cant write a song with a clear point theme or topic. ive thought of giving up but i never will bc this is what i wanna be. what i wanna do. i’m putting all i have of me into music & if it doesn’t pay off by 27 or sum i might kill myself. bc depressed but also like i’m not going thru life working mediocre jobs & bullshit for others. eveyrday working the same job for $10 hr hating life. i cant do that. i’m writing this from my gmas bathroom bc i came to see her & she asked what’s wrong & i said i’m depressed & she told me i need to get out & do stuff & get a job. i had my life taken from me by her & my family bc they took all the support i could’ve had away. they sold my car before i even got my license. they never took me to get it i didn’t get it till i was 19. they never talked to me growing up abt my feelings etc & never came to