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*pounds desk* your turn. fem kylar headcanons pls
erm where are your MANNERS???? but here. im gonna keep these hcs fairly broad (and also indulge in my LOVE for women)!!!
f! kylar's fixation on you is a lot more romantic than her male counterpart - partly influenced by her LOVE for all things shoujo - she makes an effort to write slews of poetry about you, steals things that you personally value; like jewellry or special trinkets (as well as lots of clothing and lewd things...) solely because she craves to recreate a loving connection with you. she wants to be as meaningful to you as those silly little trinkets are. she'll hold them above her face at night - just staring - wondering what makes them so, so special to you.
she likes to dress cute - opts to wear skirts paired with sheer stockings rather than pants, with a baggy oversized sweater that her boobs still jut out of - her style definitely changes depending on how she's feeling. at low jealousy, it's noticable that she makes an effort to look presentable for you. she sprays on hefty amounts of cloying perfume, wears little pink clips in her hair, and actually hangs up her school shirt rather than leaving it crumpled on the floor. but at high jealousy, her efforts towards maintaining her cute appearance are thrown out the window. her hair is knotted, cut at jagged angles and perpetually put on the backburner until she feels like fixing it. (which is not any time soon unless you plan on talking to her again) her clothes are dirty, noticably crumpled and unwashed, and she just looks really tired. the makeup she wears is smudged, mascara runs down her cheeks if she even makes eye contact with you. she's a mess in the most heart-aching way possible.
as mentioned above, i think once you start dating kylar she'd wear some subtle makeup - just to see if you notice it. maybe a light dusting of blush on her cheeks, some eyeliner smeared on her waterline to make her eyes pop, just little things that emphasise her features because you've already told her you think she's pretty even without it.
one really cute thing that i think would stay prevelant in kylar in f! or m! would be that they would quietly ask you to cut their hair... it's really hard for them to reach the back themselves... BUT!! specifically with f! kylar, you'd both look at pinterest boards together, picking out what hairstyles would best suit her face shape!! she'd love it so much too, only because you're pressing your chest up against her back and you're so warm that she's struggling not to faint. (m! kylar is skrunkly and just asks you to cut it enough so that it doesn't touch the back of his neck)
her wedding plans are much more cohesive - rather than being a series of uncoordinated scribbles in a sketchbook - she has a whole journal dedicated to the venue (the forest), eight separate collages of different wedding themes, ideas of what you'll wear, ideas of what she'll wearâ
overall, she's a lovesick fool. (literally just kylar with E cup tits and a MEAN set of birthing hips to match) (still petite and scrawny though... maybe if you coaxed her into taking care of herself a nice pair of love handles will form :) hnnngg)
(also side note i think f! kylar, when hysterical, is a lot sweeter than m! kylar. feels a lot more guilt about threatening you with her knife (i mean instead of groveling at your feet for forgiveness like m! kylar she'll start sobbing and will leave you alone because despite her wanting you to herself she's a lot more emotionally intelligent.)
also guys i think kylar has reading glasses but they refuse to wear them because they don't want to get bullied even more :(
#i tried to keep it gen!#but i think it's kinda iffy because when i think f!kylar i just think OOOOh!! me (a woman) and MY girlfriend??!?!?! then-#-i end up writing a whole as yuri fanfic#i love f! kylar though. she gives me life. 100000% more romantic than m! kylar just because she's for the girls#ask me MORE about her pleasepleaseplease#actually ask me about them BOTH#how i yearn to be in a m! and f! kylar sandwich where they both love me equally and want to have heaps of babies :)#hatkuuasks
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The way Yuta is hooking up or dating Senâs MILFY MOM on the LOW is PEEAAAKKKKKK âStaceyâs Mom has got it going onâ VIBES.
Like imagine đ one of the most powerful sorcerers outside your own FATHER even JUST AS STRONG as him that you probably look up to even or have been taught by, IS FUCKING YOUR MOMMMMMMM
I know Sen would be dry heaving, clawing at the walls, hollow purpling everybody in the tri-state area that is attracted to his mom.
Also the QUESTION PART is Mama Gojo considered one of those people where the MILF vibes are so strong, and even before having Sen, was she the hottie that everyone HOPED or even had DESCRIPTIVE imagination of? Because not only does Sean have to eliminate probably all of his teachers of his dadâs generation, but also the generation after (Yuta, Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara even-)
Sen just wants someone to TREAT HIS MOM AS A GOD DAMNIT NOT A MILF!!! đčđčđčđč
I took longer to answer this ask because I was WHEEZING every line of this had me cackling I was on the floor at "I know Sen would be dry heaving, clawing at the walls, hollow purpling everybody in the tri-state area that is attracted to his mom" because the image of
"no yuta no don't bang my mom pplease im begging dont do it pleasepleaseplease"
And Sen's mama has always been pretty but her main point is that she aged very well. Gojo's original class of students like the show's first and second years thought she was pretty but purely from an aesthetic standpoint. They weren't, like, making passes at her or anything (AT THE TIME).
Now that he's nearing 30 and the divorce is old news, Yuta's decided he got that dawg in him.
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Thank you so much for the ask!
Click [here] for more of Sen being mean to his dad | Ask stuff about Sen and the fam [here]
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hii i hope youâre doing good and i love your writing sm!!!
i was wondering if you could write smth where reader has an attitude and ellie isnt having it so r mumbles smth like âthen get rid of itâ and ellie fucks the attitude out of reader w her strapđ
hi love, tysm!! and ofc i can. enjoy!
warnings: mdni dirty talk, rough sex, hair pulling, daddy kink, ellieâs a brat tamer⊠hmmmm yea
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You had been having an attitude all week. Truthfully, you were frustrated with⊠well, everything. But whenever Ellie would pester you about it, it just annoyed you even more.
âItâs nothing.â Youâd grumble. But Ellie knew that it was obviously not nothing, because she knows her girl like the back of her hand.
Today, while you were sitting on the couch, Ellie came up and changed the channel â much to your disapproval.
âI was watching that,â You whine, narrowing your eyes at her. The brunette merely shrugs.
âOur show is coming on. Itâs five.â She says. You throw your hands up.
âSeriously? You couldnât ask me first?â You comment, rolling your eyes.
âWhatâs your problem? I mean, really.â She says. âYouâve had an attitude this entire week.â
âI have not had an attitude.â
âJesus,â She mutters, tossing the remote to the side. âFine, sure. Whatever.â
You stare at her as she gets up from the couch, presumably heading towards the bedroom.
âI havenât!â
âYou literally fucking have!â She exclaims. As she turns around, she hears your lowly voice.
âThen fucking get rid of it.â
At first, she halts, then turns on her heels. She cocks her head to the side.
âWhatâd you just say?â She asks.
You look off to the side, refusing to make eye contact with Ellie.
âI said get rid of it.â
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Everything from earlier was a blur. You had no recollection of the way her stare hardened, the way her voice dropped an octave as she beckoned you to the room with nothing more then a âIn. Now.â
Under her, you couldnât even remember what you were mad about. It was like the thoughts in your head meddled together and disappeared with every stroke of her toy cock, with every thrust she made into your tight cunt.
âFuck,â She groaned, messily pumping herself into you as she watched you cry out and arch underneath her.
You were babbling endlessly about how it was âtoo much,â to which Ellie clamps her hand over your mouth.
âShut,â She grunts. Another thrust. âUp.â
The noises she was pulling out of you were insane â dirty, and so, so raw. And she relished in every second of it.
âYouâre such a goddamn brat, yâknow that?â She says through clenched teeth. âHuh?â
âEllieââ You whined, fingernails coming down on her arms, digging down into the flesh of her wrists.
âAnswer me.â She hisses, thrusting so far into you that you jump. But her hold on you is strong; she was making sure that you werenât going anywhere.
âY-Yes!â You squealed. âFuckâ yes!â
Her hand balls up in your hair, pulling you back against the pillow so she could get the perfect view of your face.
âSo fuckinâ slutty,â She mutters. âYou gonna apologize for being a fuckinâ brat?â
âY-Yeahââ
âDo it,â She grunts. âTell me how sorry you are, and maybe I wonât fuck you into next week.â
A taunting chuckle escapes from her lips, green eyes flicking down to the way your mouth hung open in pleasure.
âOr maybe thatâs what you want, huh?â She groans. âWant daddy to fuck you âtil you canât walk straight?â
You gasped, merely nodding your head. Your orgasm was close, and your mind was going foggy.
âFucking say it,â Ellie grunts. âCâmon.â
âYes, daddy,â You mewl, pussy clenching down hard as your eyes squeezed shut. âPleasepleasepleaseââ
âFuuuck,â She drawls, pressing her face into your neck as she finds herself having to use more and more force to fully fuck herself past your grip. âAtta girl... so fucking good.â
Needless to say, it was gonna be a long night.
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Hey I love your writing! Any chance youâd be willing to do a Sanji and Zoro threesome where they get all competitive about sharing you but maybe they end up making out a lil as well? đđđ pleasepleaseplease
OMG!!!! the way I had to dash to my pc and write this???!!!! (well, half it. may or may not have finished it during my workout on my phone so pls ignore any formatting issues!! đđ)
thank you so much for the request, i loved writing it! i hope it helps with your day, too!
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zoro x sanji x reader
cw: threesome, double penetration, semi-public sex, praise, degradation, biting, slight zosan
Youâre lost in a daze. What started as a late evening in the kitchen with Zoro and a couple of glasses of wine had turned into something else entirely. Sanji, who was cleaning up after dinner, had gotten into it with Zoro, starting with some sort of comment about not liking the way he manhandles you around on his lap.
âShut up,â Zoro spits in an annoyed huff. âShe loves it, donât you baby?â
âEven if she does, you should be more gentle with her.â Sanji snaps back, pointing angrily at Zoro.
âSheâs not fragile, cook.â Sanjiâs title rolls from the swordsmanâs lips like a threat - low, cold, and full of irritation.
The men speak as if you arenât there, and before you know it, youâre sandwiched between them in the middle of the kitchen.
Zoro holds you in the air between them with ease, his large and calloused hands tucked under your knees and spreading your thighs wide open as he pounds into your ass - stretching you out in a way that makes your toes curl while Sanjiâs nimble fingers hold onto your waist, slowly thrusting into your pussy and moaning low into your ear.
Both of them have their own pace; Zoroâs rough and forceful, the sound of his thighs hitting your ass echoing around the room loudly. Sanji takes his time, wanting to feel each inch of your pretty pussy around him and to really enjoy you.
âMon amour,â Sanji purrs into your ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, languishing moans and cries of ecstasy warming the crook of his neck. âSi charmant, si bon~â Fuck, you love when he speaks French, especially like this. His words are like candy - sweet and delicious and all for you.
Zoro, in comparison, is much more quiet. His forehead rests on the back of your neck, heavy grunts and groans of his own pleasure almost inaudible amidst yours and Sanjiâs - the latterâs constant whimpering and murmurs in his native tongue quickly getting on Zoroâs nerves. He wants to hear you, needs to hear just how fucking good you sound stuffed and filled like this.Â
Sanji is denying him that.
âFuck,â Zoro growls, moving his head to look at the culprit of his discontent. âYouâre too god damn loud, cook.â His brow furrows, but his brutal pace doesnât let up - if anything it speeds up. Zoroâs grip on your legs tightens, instinctively pulling you closer to his chest in a possessive manner. He ignores your sobs, still staring intently at Sanji with an air of annoyance.
âA gentleman- ah!â Sanjiâs words are cut short by a long and filthy moan from the way your pussy flutters around his cock. His eyes close for a moment as he picks up his pace, fucking you closer to the rate that Zoro is. Once his eyes snap back open, he meets Zoroâs glare with one of his own. âA gentleman always indulges on a meal so freely given.â
Zoro clicks his teeth in irritation, his gaze turning to your pathetic and limp form between them. âAt least we both know who makes you feel the best, right princess?â He rumbles into your ear, his deep voice sending sparks flying through your veins. Zoro chuckles darkly and bites down on your shoulder with enough force to make you cry out. âAnd who makes you scream their name.âÂ
âSex is more than just primal lust, moss-head.â Sanji spits out, the hands around your waist digging into your plush skin. âDo you believe him?â He asks you, voice noticeably softening when he sees your fucked-out and glazed-over expression. âSounds to me like he doesnât know how to really appreciate you, sweetheart.âÂ
Words have long left you, reduced to nothing but weak and hoarse moans and attempts at vocalization. Unable to answer, the two continue to absolutely ruin you. Both of your arms are wrapped around Sanjiâs shoulders, holding onto him tightly and clawing at the flesh of his back.Â
âShe loves being treated like a slut.â Zoro says, snapping up into you hard for a few moments. You tighten around the two cocks in you at his words, unable to hold back an absolutely salacious yelp. âSee? Fuckinâ lives for it.â
Sanji shakes his head, one of his hands coming to the back of your head and petting your hair gently. His touch is soothing, and you hum into it with a weak smile - a quick moment of peace. He smirks smugly at Zoro, as if having proved a point.Â
Your breathing grows heavier still, and with a series of grunts and whines you know you're on the precipice of pleasure. "S-shut up and don't s-stop!" You manage to whisper out in a huff.Â
Sanji's moans escalate in tandem with yours. He loves how you feel around him and just knowing that he's playing a part in pushing you over the edge makes his cock throb wildly inside you. "Ma chérie, you sound heavenly." He murmurs, continuing to drip words of praise in both languages for you.
Zoro isn't having any of this. Sanji has to shut the fuck up if he's to hear you cum. He doesn't care how much you like it, even if the soft affection is pushing you further into your release. You tumble over into euphoria with a shout, nails slicing into Sanji's skin and lulling your head backward onto Zoro's shoulder.Â
As the pleasure floods you, Zoro's at his wit's end with just how loud the cook is. He props one leg up onto a chair and releases his grip on your left thigh, letting it fall to his own to keep you as steady as possible to ride out your high before grabbing the back of Sanji's head forcefully and bringing him closer. "Shut the fuck up and let her sing, cook." He growls and shuts him up the only way he knows how to at this moment - by harshly pressing his lips to Sanji's.Â
Sanji's eyes widen, and he wants to pull away but can't bring himself to. Zoro's kiss is rough and it's full of teeth and tongue, and that combined with how fucking good you're squeezing his cock - he cums. His moans are muffled by the lip lock, but the way he's spilling into you endlessly indicates just how much the act has subdued him, mind, body, and soul.Â
You take the opportunity to kiss along Sanji's jawline, each mumbled whimper and whine from the man above you makes you giggle. It's cute to see him melt, and you never get tired of it.Â
Zoro breaks the kiss with a smirk. "Now," he growls, turning his attention back to you. "Back to filling you the fuck up."
#one piece x reader#one piece x y/n#one piece#roronoa zoro x reader#roronoa zoro x y/n#one piece x reader smut#zoro smut#op x reader#lord have mercy#ronoroa zoro#opla zoro#opla sanji x reader#sanji x reader#sanji x y/n#sanji x reader smut#vinsmoke sanji x reader
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SPILT MILK. ABYSS AETHER X READER.
credits to my dearest friend for this idea that she came up with after I told her I was cleaning spilt milk <3
@komelrebi-san I'm convinced I'll be a better housewife than whatever the fuck it is I should be
Warnings: NSFW, degrading, licking milk from the floor, licking cum from the floor, a bit of dacryphilia, orgasm denial (once), begging to be bred (ion know)
Abyss!Aether who saw that you, his pretty little right hand spilt milk in the kitchen. What a mess? He gets hard as he watches you bend over to clean it, your short skirt completely exposing your ass, you're just asking for it. Good thing you two have already established he can fuck you whenever he wants.
Abyss!Aether who is behind you in a second, flipping over your skirt for proper exposure, no panties? whore he scoffs and slaps your ass, pushing his hard on against it just seconds later.
Abyss!Aether who asks you to clean it up properly, clean up the milk okay? I'll take what I need⥠he speaks in a sweet tone, faux gentleness before shoving his cock deep in your hole. when did he take off his pants? your hands shake as you struggle to keep up with his thrusts while wiping the floor.
Abyss!Aether who tuts and throws more insults when you lose your balance and almost fall, can't even clean without my help? if you're so eager to have your face planted in the floor then might as well lick up that milk he groans, and he makes sure you're now licking the milk up.
Abyss!Aether who fucks you at a fast pace, stroking his cock nice and deep against the gummy walls of your sopping cunt. what was that? you're close? too bad. you haven't earned it yet you slut⥠he pulls out just as you're about tip over the edge, what a meanie :( Abyss!Aether who makes you lick up the remaining milk before shoving his cock back in your cunt to fuck you. pleasepleasepleaseâĄâĄâĄ breed me!! I'll be good I- âĄnghh please- mmhng breed meâĄâĄ!! you beg and whine only to be ignored. Abyss!Aether who lets you cum first, how generous, while your spasming around his dick and whimpering, he gets closer. you haven't earned my cum yet, but I'll be nice and let you lick it up from the floor he grins as he pulls out and cums on the floor near your mouth.
Abyss!Aether who derives pleasure from watching you sob out thank yous while lapping at his cum with an eager tongue. your pretty tear stained face makes him want to fuck you all over again, you'll let him do that right? maybe he'll breed you too if you're good enough <3
#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#zhongli smut#neuvillette#childe smut#aether x reather#aether smut#aether abyss#abyss aether x reader#aether genshin impact#aether fucks you#abyss aether#kuni's lovenotes âĄ
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I've got a ghost in the hallway grinning
Written for @steddieangstyaugust day 2, prompt: ghosts. Title from Euclid by Sleep Token.
Tags: Ghost!Eddie, Angst with a happy ending (!), childhood friends, canon divergence
words: 1.7k | AO3 | teen
"You are such a charmer, big boy. Oh, wow, your eyes are so blue; it's like looking at the ocean. I can't believe she let you get to second base after that line."
"Oh, please, what do you know? How many second bases have you been to?"
Eddie recoiled at Steve's words, and Steve immediately wanted to kick himself. That was a low blow, even for him. Eddie's constant teasing about his dates always got under his skin. Itâs why he mostly stopped bringing girls over, but Megan had insisted they couldnât go to her place because her mom was always home. She didn't want to risk getting caught in his car.
So he brought her home to let his house ghost judge his moves.
What was his life, anyway?
Despite his irritation, Eddie was his best friend, alive or not, and Steve didnât want to hurt him.
"Shit, Eddie, I'm sorry. I didn't meanâ"
"But you did, Steve. And you're right. I haven't even kissed anyone. All I know is from those cheesy movies you secretly watch."
Steve gave Eddie a faint smile. "Oh my God, that was once. Maybe twice. And no one was supposed to know."
Eddie looked up at him, his big brown eyes still sad. "Who would I even tell? You're the only one who can see me. Don't worry your pretty head, Stevie, I'll take all your secrets to my grave."
Now it was Steve's turn to look sad, all his earlier giddiness from making out with Megan gone.
"This isn't funny, man." Steve's voice broke, and that finally snapped Eddie out of his strange mood.
Eddie approached, hand hovering over Steveâs arm, like he wanted to touch but couldnât. Steve knew he couldnât.
Eddie couldnât touch him because Eddie was a ghost. He was dead, with no body to touch Steve with. They had tried, when they first met, and several times since. It never worked, just a cold whisper against his skin, but nothing substantial.
"Sorry," Eddie mumbled, looking contrite.
"It's fine. I just want to be alone for a bit, though. Please."
"Sure, Stevie. Iâll just⊠go, I guess. See you later?"
Steve forced himself to smile at Eddie to show him everything was okay between them. "Yeah, definitely. We still have to watch the new Star Wars movie, right?"
"Right. Just call when you're ready, and I'll see if I can fit you in."
With that, Eddie disappeared to wherever ghosts go when theyâre not here. Steve still had no idea how it all worked, just that Eddie always came when he called.
The one time he didnât, after a particularly bad fightâthe worst theyâd ever hadâSteve had a panic attack. He had been alone at the time, as had become more and more usual for him. It was the only time Steve swears he felt Eddie, who had hugged him as tight as he could, begging him to âbreathe, Stevie, please, just breathe, pleasepleaseplease.â
After that, Eddie had always been there as soon as Steve said his name, even when they were fighting.
Steve lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, a deep sigh escaping his lips.
He wondered what had changed between him and Eddie, when it stopped being so easy. He had known Eddie since he was six years old, when his parents and he moved into this house.
It was a hot summer day, and Steve had been hiding in his room, playing with his toy cars, when a voice behind him startled him. âWhatâre you doing there?â the voice had asked, and when Steve turned around, a little boy around his age was standing behind him.
They both had been lonely up until they met. Steve, a shy boy in a new neighborhood, found it hard to make friends. Eddie, a ghost with no memory of how he died, had been wandering the house for what felt like an eternity. They became best friends quickly, finding solace in each other's company. Strangely, Eddie seemed to grow up alongside Steve, his ghostly form aging in tandem with Steveâs living body.
They played together, laughed together, and shared secrets no one else would understand. Eddie was there for Steveâs first day of school, his first crush, and his first heartbreak. They spent countless nights talking about their dreams and fears, their bond growing stronger with each passing year. Despite the oddity of their friendship, it felt natural to themâan unbreakable connection that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
But lately, something had shifted. The effortless camaraderie they once shared now felt strained. Steve couldnât pinpoint when it started, but he missed the easy days of their childhood when everything made sense and nothing seemed impossible.
Steve knew that it wasnât just Eddie who was responsible for the new tension between them. It was Steve who had fallen in love with his dead friend.
It all started when he was thirteen. He had woken up to the strange feeling of being watched, and when he opened his eyes, he caught Eddie leaning over him, his translucent lips pressed against Steveâs. Before he could try to kiss back, Eddie had jumped away.
Eddie had apologized profusely, telling Steve heâd just been curious. He said it always looked so magical in the movies when people kissed, and he wanted to know what it was all about. Nothing moreâit didnât mean anything.
Too bad it meant a great deal to Steve. It had been his first kiss, and he didnât even feel it.
A week later, when he kissed Tina to see if it would cause the same flutter of butterflies in his stomach, Eddie had caught them. Steve would never forget the look on his face.
Steve had apologized, even though he didnât know what heâd done wrongâjust that Eddie was hurting, and it was somehow his fault.
Eddie had been cold and distant, acting aloof and laughing in Steveâs face. He mocked him, saying he was already training to become a man-whore, asking if heâd kiss anything with a pulse and without.
That had been their first fight, and even though they made up afterward, things started to change.
The room was dimly lit, the glow from the TV screen casting flickering shadows on the walls. Steve and Eddie were sprawled on the couch, watching the latest Star Wars movie. Despite the tension between them, movie nights had remained a cherished ritual.
Steveâs dating life had become the elephant in the room, a sore topic between them that neither he nor Eddie wanted to address.
As the film progressed, a romantic scene between Leia and Han Solo unfolded. The characters on screen leaned in for a kiss, and Steve felt a familiar pang in his chest. He glanced at Eddie, who was watching intently, his expression unreadable.
The scene ended, and Steve felt the words bubbling up before he could stop them. "You know," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I could have felt it when you kissed me."
Eddie turned to him, his translucent form shimmering slightly. "Steve, Iâ"
"I know you were just curious," Steve interrupted, his eyes fixed on the screen. "But it meant something to me. It was my first kiss, and I wanted it to be you, but I also wanted to feel it."
Eddieâs expression softened, a mixture of regret and sorrow in his eyes. "Iâm sorry, Stevie. I didnât know it would mean so much to you. I never wanted to hurt you. Thatâs the last thing I ever wanted."
Steve sighed, leaning back against the couch. "I know. Itâs just⊠Iâve thought about it a lot. Wondered what it would have been like if you wereâif you werenâtâ"
"If I werenât dead," Eddie finished for him, a bitter smile on his lips.
"Yeah," Steve admitted, feeling a lump form in his throat. "If you were alive, things might have been different."
Eddie moved closer, his ghostly presence sending a chill down Steveâs spine. "I wish things were different too," he said softly. "But Iâm still here, Stevie. Maybe not in the way you want, but Iâm here."
Steve turned to face Eddie, their eyes locking. "I know. And Iâm grateful for that. Itâs just hard sometimes, knowing what we could have had."
When Steve meets Eleven, he's trying to protect the kidsâhis kids, in a weird wayâfrom monsters that came from another dimension. A ghost heâs in love with living in his house is no longer the strangest thing happening in his life.
They sat in silence for a moment, the movie playing on in the background, both lost in their thoughts.
When El and Chief Hopper disappear inside the lab to close the portal, they all listen in through the walkie Dustin insisted El take with them.
They hear her scream, they listen to her win, and then the tearful cheering from her and Hopper.
"You did it, Kiddo. I knew you could do it. Come on, letâs get outta here," Chief Hopper says, sounding prouder than Steve's dad ever did. But then again, Steve never saved the world, so maybe thatâs fair.
His heart stops at Elâs next words.
"Wait, Dad. We need to save Eddie first."
Eddie.
We need to save Eddie first.
"Whoâs Eddie?" Hopper asks, and Steve snatches the walkie from Dustin, not wanting to miss a single word.
"He's another boy like me, but he's asleep. Always asleep. They somehow take his energy from him to power their weird experiments. I donât know how it works, just that heâs lying in this room all alone. We canât leave him here, Dad. We canât."
Steveâs mind races, trying to process what heâs hearing. Could it be the same Eddie? His Eddie?
"Eddie," Steve murmurs, gripping the walkie tighter. "Eddie, if you can hear me, we're coming for you. Hold on."
The group falls silent, the gravity of El's revelation sinking in. Steve's heart pounds in his chest, hope and fear swirling inside him. The ghost he loves might not be a ghost at all, but a boy trapped in a nightmare, waiting to be saved.
#steddie#steddie fanfic#steddie angst#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddieangstyaugust#my writing
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FOR THE DWB W MATT PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DO A FIC WHERE HE COMES OVER N THE GUY IS STILL THERE I WANNA SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPENđđ»đđ» YOU DONT HAVE TO THO ID JUST LOVE TO SEE ITđïžđïž
lose your shit
dwb! matt x reader
warnings: mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, cursing
based on these texts, it wonât really make sense if you donât read them.
a/n: the guyâs name is alex, i hope you like this <333
shit shit shit shit.
this is not good. i look over to the man laying in my bed, he was in a dead sleep.
matt doesnât live that far away, maybe 10 minutes tops. however, he could have left before he even sent that text.
fuck.
i began to shake alex awake. âyou gotta wake up, dudeâ
after a few seconds, he stirred and opened his eyes. âwhatâs wrong?â he asked, letting out a yawn.
ânothing. you just really need to fucking goâ
âalright damn, but whatâs the rush?â
âplease just hurry up, i donât have time for thisâ i said, pulling him off the bed.
âdamn, was the sex that bad?â i didnât even answer, just looked him up and down.
âalright, jeezâ i collected his clothes from the floor and handed them to him.
he took the hint, beginning to get dressed.
when he was done he just stood there.
âwas there something else you needed?â i asked trying to figure out why he wouldnât leave.
âcan i at least brush my teeth?â
âdoes this look like a fucking hotel to you? take your shit, and get out. now.â i answered, starting to get annoyed.
he just stared at me, mouth open.
âyou do have a tooth brush and running water at your house, correct?â
âwell, yeah. but-â
âok that is amazing, lovely, the quicker you get out of my house, the quicker you can take care of your dental hygieneâ i said nudging him out of my room.
i pushed him all the way to my door. maybe there is hope for this man after all.
when i opened the door, there stood matt.
fucking hell.
that has to be the worst timing iâve ever had in my entire life.
his eyes immediately snapped toward alex. âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â
âi could ask you the same thing, matty-boyâ
they know each other.
the two men stared at each other, never breaking the intense glare.
âoh great! you two know each other! well, alex was just about to head home so, yâall can catch up laterâ i said, trying to get him to walk away.
âactually, i think iâm gonna stayâ he said, looking matt up and down.
well, shit.
this was like something out of a god damn movie. and while it didnât surprise me that matt was acting this way, i wasnât expecting this from alex.
alex did not seem like the type of guy to start a fight, he seemed more like the type to run away from one. he simply wasnât built for it, at least, thatâs what i thought.
matt clenched his jaw before grabbing alex by his shirt, pulling him outside and pushing him against my house.
âjesus christ, mattâ i said in shock.
âwhat ya gonna do matty? gonna hit me?â matt did just that, swinging at alexâs face.
âyou need to stay the fuck away from her. got it?â
âno can do, matty pooh. i canât lie, sheâs a good fuckâ
matt didnât like his comment, as he pulled his fist back to punch alex again.
alex, however, was quicker this time. he caught mattâs fist with one hand and swung at him with the other.
yeah, i was definitely wrong about alex.
âhey fuckers! i donât know if youâve noticed but my house is white. itâd be lovely if you didnât get blood on it !â i yelled, making matt turn his head towards me.
alex took advantage of mattâs distraction to land another blow to mattâs face.
that shit looked like it hurt.
i then pulled matt away, placing myself between the two.
âyou two need to get a fucking gripâ i turned to alex. âwalk away before i call the cops on your assâ
i turned to matt, âyouâve made your point, let him goâ
matt gave him one last glare before gesturing alex to go. with that, alex walked off âyour face isnât the only place i left marks â he mumbled.
matt started to walk after him, but i placed my hand on his chest to stop him.
i tilted my head at him, looking into his eyes. âitâs fine. just let him goâ he looked at me, eyes softening, and nodded.
once i heard alexâs car door shut and him drive away, i pulled matt inside âcome onâ.
i brought him to my bathroom, pulling out my first aid kit.
âdid he actually mark you up?â he asked, as i grabbed a wash cloth for his face.
âno, matt. he was just trying to get under your skinâ i said as i ran water over the cloth and brought it to his face.
i began to clean his cuts, making him grimace. âi know, i know. sorryâ
my tongue poked out a little past my lips, as i continued to clean his cuts.
he stared down at my lips the whole time, not saying a word.
âall done.â i said as i finished up. i started to reach over him to grab a bandage. âlemme just grab a-â he suddenly grabbed my arm halting my movements as he studied my face.
my face felt hot under his gaze, as i tried not to show how nervous he made me. without another word, he grabbed my face, pulling me in for a kiss.
he kissed me with passion, like he was pouring all of his emotions into it. it wasnât hungry or lust-driven. it said all the things that we could never say to each otherâs faces.
he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. âwhat was that for?â i asked, eyes still closed.
âi need you to know that i care about youâ my eye opened at this, staring into mine.
âiâm not using you for sex. i could never do that, baby. and iâm so sorry i ever made you feel that way. you are the most important thing to me. i canât lose you, and i couldnât live with myself if i let anything happen to you.â
he pecked my nose.
âi know that youâre capable of making your own decisions, and iâm not trying to take that away from you. but i know that guy and heâs not the type of person you want to be around. i canât just watch him ruin you.â he moves a piece of hair out of my face.
âso iâm sorry that i just showed up here. iâm sorry i lost my shit. iâm sorry about the blood on your houseâ we both chuckled.
âbut i canât help it when it comes to you, you drive me crazyâ
âhmm i donât know i kinda like it when you lose your shit, itâs hotâ i said as our noses touched.
he pushed my hips against my sink.
âgoodâ he said as he went in for another kiss.
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ellie being a cutesy lil subđ
after a looonng day of patrol, all she wants to do is decompress. thankfully, youâre there for her. you lay between her legs, lapping at her sopping cunt while your fingers move in and out of her.
âfuuuckkk. i needed this. was thinking about it all damn day.â sheâd moan out, her head falling back.
she was a sight to behold. her hair disheveled, clothes that were lazily discarded of around her. a hand gripping the sheets, the other playing with her nipple.
you loved to watch her unravel:(( it was so cute!
âfuck, baby. iâm gonna comeâŠâ she exclaimed, feeling your fingers slow. âwha- what are you doing?â sheâd look down at you, a mischievous look on your face.
ânot gonna be that easy, els. you know that by now.â so cruel of you!:(
hours of teasing and she was getting pouty, wanting release. âcmon els, you can wait a little longer. love seeing you all pissy like this.â youâd tease, your tongue moving in and out of her exhausted hole, so tired of your relentless teasing.
âughh, i need it baby. pleasepleaseplease!!â sheâd whine as you began to move your fingers faster.
âaw, okay. since you asked soo nicely. come for me.â you said with a eye roll, curling your fingers perfectly, feeling her clench around you.
âthatâs itttt, baby. surely you can give me a few more, hm?â
#finally an ellie one#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie x fem reader#ellie smut
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Just Another Sunday (Ernest Lawrence x F!Reader)
Main Master List || Misc Master List
Author's Note: This started as a dream and was intending to be a very smutty fic, but It took a turn and now it's pure angst so beware
WARNING: 18+ HEAVY MENTION OF MISCARRIAGE (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE Do NOT read if this subject is emotional/personal) , loss of child, feelings of isolation, Ernest is kind of a dick in this fr fr, lots of emotions, lots of petty arguing, passive aggressive-ness, nausea, drinking, smoking, language
Word Count: 2.4k
Author's Note 2.0: This is Josh Hartnett's version <3
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Sundays at the Oppenheimers. Itâs become a weekly thing for you and Ernest to go over to his friendâs house for a brunch, especially since itâs hit spring and the trees are blooming. Today is no different. Except for the fact that you and Ernest are fighting.Â
The car rolls to a stop and Ernest shuts off the engine, the inside falling deadly silent as you grip the bottle of wine and stare out the window. Itâs rare that you and him fight. Ernest is mild tempered and youâre easy going, but when he gets on to something, it's either his way or the highway, and he will push for what he wants. But this time, you canât give him what he wants.Â
He lets out a sigh, unbuckling his lap belt before looking at you but you ignore him, âletâs try to be pleasant,â he opens the door and steps out, rounding the car before opening your door. Looking up at him through your lashes, you give in, stepping out carefully before he shuts the door. The two of you walk side by side, hands glued to your bodies as you near the door. You can do this, just avoid talking about children.Â
The door opens, revealing Kitty with a martini in her hand. âYou guys are late.â Ernest shrugs his shoulders, stepping inside and kneeling down to swoop up Toni into his arms as the toddler giggles.
âSorry, someone couldnât pick out an outfit,â he comments, using one hand to tickle the toddler as you step inside the house, setting the wine on the stand.Â
âYes, sorry, I had to help him pick out something to wear.â
Your dry response causes Ernest to whip his head towards you, eyebrow raised but he shakes it off, turning his attention back to the child in his arms. âI had to choose something to impress my favorite girl,â he strokes Toniâs hair who smiles and reaches to play with his glasses while Kitty raises an eyebrow in amusement at the obvious tension.
âWell, you can have her. I need a break.â Kitty offers you the rest of her drink and you down it immediately before Ernest can see. âRobâs in the kitchen.â Ernest nods, walking off with Toni and leaving you alone with Kitty. âWhat the hell is that about?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you take out a cigarette and pass one to Kitty before lighting both of yours. Kitty and you have an interesting relationship. You arenât close friends per say, but you understand each other more than other women do and sheâs the only one currently in your corner. âErnest is on his campaign about having kids again. He doesnât seem to believe that I canât and he wonât take no for an answer.â
âLost another one?â She asks softly, huffing her cigarette as you hang your head.
âNumber 4.â Kittyâs eyes fill with pity but you shake your head in denial. âHe doesnât know. You know how he is. Heâll beat himself up and it wonât be good for either of us so itâs better that he doesnât know, for now at least. Donât get me wrong, I love Ernest to death and I want nothing more than to have a child with him, but I canât. They never seem to stick,â Kitty pulls you into a hug and you hug back, glad to get it off your chest. You donât know why you keep losing the pregnancy. You find out youâre pregnant and you want to tell Ernest, but when you get around to it, the child is already gone. It makes you feel awful and you canât imagine what Ernest would say if he found out. Pulling away from you, Kitty rubs your arms in comfort and gestures her head toward the glass door.Â
âWhy donât we go outside?â You nod your head as she leads you through the doors to the patio where the table is already set. âMake yourself comfortable, Iâll grab two more martinis.â She rushes away as you look out from the porch. The trees provide some shade as they lightly move with the breeze, occasionally letting sunlight seep through the new leaves while Berkeley lays underneath.
Sighing, you close your eyes for a moment, letting the smell of linen invade your senses. Itâs moments like these where you donât mind California.Â
âBerkeley sure is a pretty sight,â Robert comments from beside you, startling you as you jump with a yelp while he laughs, two drinks in hand. Once you calm down, he slides one over to you. âErnest sure does seem wound up.â
âHe is.â Robert wants to comment, but instead he tries to silently urge you along. Giving in, you take the drink from him and take a sip before turning to him. âHe wants children, but Iâm having issues and heâs just been a huge jerk about it,â you reply, taking another sip as you watch him play with Toni and Peter on the floor, the older child tackling the professor to the floor while the dog wags his tail, wanting to join in. âHeâs being passive aggressive about it. Like look at him.â Robert turns to look at your husband, tossing Peter up in the air and catching him with ease. âWhen has he ever done that?â
âYou have a point. Does he know about your issues?â
âPartially. He knows some of the issues but not all.â Letting out a sigh of frustration, you take another sip of the martini and scrunch your face. âWhy do you make these so strong?â Oppenheimer almost responds but Kitty walks through the doors with trays of food.Â
âErnest, lunch.â Hearing his name being called, he gets off the floor and straightens himself out before walking out the door, a smile on his face as he sits across from you.Â
âShall we eat?â
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The lunch goes by relatively quickly as the food disappears from their plates. Ernest and Robert talk about physics and Kitty pretends to be interested while you poke your food, your sense of appetite being lower than normal. Letting out a soft sigh, you set down your fork causing Kitty to look at you, eyeing your plate of food.
âDid you not like something?â This gains Ernestâs and Robertâs attention as they turn to you to spot that your plate of food is still relatively full. Â
âOh it was good as always, I guess Iâm just not as hungry as I thought I was,â itâs partially true. You definitely put in more than you thought you could eat, but at the same time the bouts of occasional nausea didnât make it appealing.Â
âYâknow, you havenât been eating much lately. Are you feeling alright? Is your stomach okay?â You know what Ernest is really asking. Could you be pregnant? The answer is never what he wants.
âIâm fine. Just not hungry,â you smile behind your lie and you can tell he doesnât buy it.
Sensing the tension, Kitty stand up and grabs some plates. âRight, well we can pack you up some to take home. I need to feed the kiddos though,â at the mention of kids, Ernest hops up and takes the plates from Kitty.
âNo need, I can do that. Gotta learn somehow for when we have kids.â He smiles as if heâs being friendly but heâs not. Heâs being passive aggressive and you know it.
âErnest.â It's terse and it causes Kitty to back away from the two of you and hover near Robert. The two share a glance in concern as they watch the scene unfold.Â
âWhat?â
âYou know what.â Setting down the plates, Ernest turns to you, placing his hands on his hips.
âWhen we have children, and we will, we need to know how to feed them.â
âWe will cross that bridge when we get there.â
âThen hurry up so we can cross it. Letâs have a kid.â Your heart is hammering in your chest and the outside is quiet, not even birds are chirping. The silence is so deafening that you could hear a pen dropping from a mile away. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes in frustration and embarrassment. This is not a conversation that needs to be in front of your friends. Abruptly standing up, you toss the napkin onto the table and brush past him into the house, making a beeline for the guest bedroom and shutting the door, collapsing onto the bed as sobs wrack your body.Â
Grabbing the plates, Kitty stops in front of Ernest with a hint of anger in her eyes. âYou can be an ass Lawrence.â The words stun Ernest as he stands on the patio. Robert walks up to him and pats him on the shoulder, causing the taller man to look down at the theoretician.
âGo to her, but donât talk. Listen. Let her talk.â Robert walks away and lights his pipe leaving Ernest alone. What has gotten into her?
Following where you went, Ernest stops in front of the door before hesitantly knocking it and stepping inside, not giving you time to protest. âHoney?â
âGo away.â His heart melts at seeing you curled in on yourself, your head laying on a pillow as tears stream down your face. Sighing, he sits on the edge of the bed by your legs and lays a hand on your thigh, but you make no movement to remove it. If anything, itâs the most comfort youâve felt from him.Â
âWhatâs going on? Why are you behaving like this?â
âErnest, what do you not get? I canât have children.â
âSure you can.â You would throw a pillow at him due to his naiveness but you decide against it.
âNo. I canât,â he begins to open his mouth but you quickly cover it with your hand. Closing his mouth, you remove your hand and run it through your hair. âI havenât been completely honest with you. Iâve been pregnant, and Iâm not infertile.â
âWhat?â He waits for a punchline, but the silence says everything and heâs trying to keep his anger in check. How long have you been lying to him? Why have you not told him youâve been pregnant? Closing his eyes, he lets out a deep focused breath as his fists clench, not bothering to look at you. âThen what the hell has been the issue? Why are we not having children? Are you pregnant right now? We have been trying for months, almost a year now. Why do we not have any?â A lump in your throat forms as a wave of nausea takes over.Â
âTheyâre not catching.â Your voice is soft as you sniffle, clutching your stomach protectively as he furrows his brows in confusion, turning to you.
âWhat do you mean theyâre not catching?â
âI keep losing them.â Ernestâs heart drops and he feels like a piece of shit. Heâs been treating you like shit for not giving him a child but youâve been trying. How could he not have known? Why have you never told him? What do you mean by âthemâ?Â
Swallowing back bile in his throat, he stands up and paces the room, one hand on his hip and one in his hair, messing up his neatly parted blonde locks. âHow many?â
âFour.âÂ
âShit.â He paces while he thinks. What on Earth would have caused you to lose four children? Why didnât you tell him? How could you be doing this all alone? How must you be feeling? The thought of you suffering by yourself for all that wrenches Ernestâs heart. He canât imagine you going through that alone and it hurts him more than not having a child that you couldnât go to him. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI didnât want you to worry. Youâve been so busy lately and I donât want it to interfere with your work.â You sniffle in response, wiping your eyes as his softens. Walking around the bed, he lays on top and pulls you into his arms, letting your head rest against his chest.Â
âOh baby, Iâm so so sorry. Iâm so sorry that you had to go through that all alone.â He presses a soft kiss against the crown of your head while you clutch onto his clothes, tears slipping out of your eyes.
âIâm sorry that I didnât tell you. I didnât want to disrupt your work.â He shakes his head in response.
âYouâre more important to me than my research. My work would have waited. I shouldâve been there for you.â He holds you close for what felt like forever, still trying to wrap his mind around the whole situation. âWhat do you think has been causing the losses?â
âI talked to John because I had a sneaking suspicion of what was causing it and according to him doses of radiation can contribute to miscarriages.â If his heart wasnât in his stomach before, it sure is now.Â
âYouâre done working in the lab.â
âBu-â
âNo buts. If itâs putting you in danger, I will not allow it. You can still help me with research but you will not go near the lab. If itâs causing you to miscarry then who knows what else it could be doing and I will not allow you to die because of something I made. Do you understand?â
You really donât want to fight with him. Not after youâve been fighting for weeks at this point. âI do.â You continue to lay there for a few minutes in his arms as you and him enjoy each otherâs company, finally at peace with each other. A knock on the door causes both of your heads to whip up. âWho is it?â
âItâs Kitty. Are you guys ok in there?â
âYeah weâre fine,â Ernest replies, gently moving you off him as he gets up and fixes the bed. âWe should probably leave and continue this at home.â Smiling softly, you wipe away any remaining tears as you walk to him. Reaching up your hand, you thread your fingers through his soft hair and pull him down, your lips brushing against his.
Grabbing your waist, Ernest greedily draws you in, all of the tensions melting away as he kisses you. Moaning into the kiss, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and keep him close, feeling a slight poking below his belt and it causes you to break away. âErnest you canât be serious.â
âI am, which is why we should get home,â he goes back to kissing you but you pull away again, a smile on your face.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
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The Smoke and The Fire
Summary- You know what they say about fire. The smoke often kills you before the flames.
SatoruxReaderxSuguru
WC- 900
18+ MDNIÂ
Warning: Smut, fem!reader, pussy slapping, threesome, throuple.
Satoru has always been described as someone that can be capable of being cold, but just because he can be doesnt mean he is. Suguru knows that better than anyone. His best friend, his one and only. To Suguru and yourself he is the fire. Satoru is anything but cold behind closed doors. You mewl into Sugurus cotton shorts as the iron grip on your waist tightens. Sugurus lips are soft as they kiss away your tears. âPleaseâ You moan out weakly, turning your head to the dark haired man. Suguru smiles at you as he brushes the hair out of your face. His thumb rubs small circles on your cheek. Satoru is the fire, but Suguru is the smoke.Â
âAwww look baby. She's already begging.â
Satoru chuckles at Sugurus words before sucking your clit back into his mouth. His hands move from your waist to your thighs before pinning your legs to the bed. âMmm well beg louder. I cant hear you over this wet fucking pussy.â he hums before bringing his hand down to deliver a harsh smack on your clit. You yelp, reaching a hand out to stop him. âSay red.â Suguru says back to your ear again. He's scraping his teeth against your lobe gently and you can feel his long lashes against your cheek. Satoru is staring at you unimpressed. It's too much. Theyâre too much.Â
Yet still you find yourself hiccuping, âNoooo.â Satoru raises an eyebrow at you before smirking. âOhhh I get it Suguru. Our baby wants us to tie her hands up.â He purrs. You shake your head no rapidly before moving your hand up, reaching blindly for Suguru. He lets you hold his hand before he adjusts your head into his lap. Still caressing your face. It should be comforting. It is but you can tell he's being patronizing. What did they say about fires again? The smoke usually kills you before the flames even gets to you.
And that's exactly what this kiss feels like. It's overwhelming. Suguru kisses you slowly and thoroughly. He sighs as he drags his tongue against yours. Adjusting your head so he can kiss you more fully. He flicks his tongue playfully against yours. Trying to coax you into his mouth. The minute you try to take control of the kiss even slightly you can hear Suguru make a displeased sound into your mouth. Lips curling around your tongue before sucking it eagerly and bullying you in his mouth. Whining your hand squeezes his hand as you try to get some form of control back. You feel him smile against your lips with all the warmth of a reptile before he's pining that same hand to bed. You squeak when you feel Satoru pushing into you. Your cunt greedily clamping down on his length and you barely hear Satoru groan out something to you.Â
You can't even begin to ask him to repeat himself with Suguru dominating your mouth like this. Heâs such a bully. He won't even let you breathe. Suguru watches the thin trail of saliva seperate before landing on your chin. You don't even get to take a much needed breath before your thighs are pinned on either side of your head and Satoru sets a rough pace. âPlay with your pussy.â He teased.
 âS-satoru-fuck  please.â Your other hand reaches down to his hip but you just rest your palm there. Not daring to anger him further by pushing him away. That doesn't stop you from squirming. Trying to adjust yourself because the position you're in allows him to perfectly hit your sweet spot every time he pushes into you. You're sure you are absolutely drooling right now. âToo m-much. I c-can'tââÂ
Suguru is rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, trying to comfort you as Satoru fucks into you so roughly. There's no break. They have you trapped in this position. You shakily bring your fingers against your clit before rubbing circles around it. Sobbing, you start to beg him again. âPlease let me cum. Pleasepleaseplease.â He has to say yes. He has to. You've been edged six times already.Â
You forget who you're dealing with. Your boyfriends are cruel when you're all together like this. Even Suguru who's usually so sweet and doting on you. You see Satoru hand something to Suguru who's been quiet. Adjusting your legs on to his shoulders, Satoru takes both wrists, kissing them softly before pinning them above your head. You're staring into Satorus eyes dazed. Truly fucked out of your mind and then you feel Suguru dragging something between your breast to you pussy.
âW-whats that?âÂ
Satoru kisses you. Ignoring the question completely before you hear a buzzing sound and then there's a vibrator pushing against your clit. And the tears are instant. Satoru kisses your lips once and he can feel your legs shaking. You stare up at Suguru. Eyes begging for mercy, but when you see his honeyed eyes crease into his favorite fake smile you cry even louder.
âDont you dare fucking cum.âÂ
A/N- Uhm I havent written fanfics in nearly 7 years lol, but ive finally decided to stop being a chicken and start writing again. If you have any request my inbox is open ^.^ Ty for reading
Reblogs, likes, comments lol any form of feed back is appreciated.
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The VTuber: Cookie With A Gun
Errant: Hello everyone! Everyone having a good day today?
~~~ Stream Chat~~~
EverbornChild: Hi, Errant!
VIXENFOX389: Hello, darling~!
Kajin@1797: So far so good.
Triffle: Been better.
Kantrop67: Itâs okay.
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Errant: A resounding, âOkayâ then. Alright then. Now as youâve no doubt seen in the title of this stream, we will be playing, âWizard with a Gun,â made by, Galvanic Games. Now I streamed the demo version of this game a while back, and I have been patiently waiting for it to come out since. And, now that itâs finally out, weâre gonna stream it! However, Iâm not going to be playing this aloneâŠ
~~~ Stream Chat~~~
TumbleDownTheBay: Wait! Is this what I think it is?!
GriffinTalon: A rare collab stream?!
CandiceX: Pleasepleaseplease!
14ever: Please be the hot blonde chick!
CaroporealBannana: No, the sexy catgirl!
BlondeInferno: No the saucy brunette!
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Jauneâs, VTuber model looked at the chat stream with a soft laugh as he shook his head towards their crazy antics.
Errant: I know two blonde chicks, two cat girls, and several brunettes, so youâll have to specify who precisely it is youâre talking about. Although⊠âSaucy brunette?â I know at least two people who would best fit that description. But, this person is none of them, sheâs more of a gremlin really, one of two gremlins of the Remnant VTuber verse! Iâve done enough teasing, and who am I to leave a lady in waitingâŠ
~~~ Stream Chat ~~~
GaspingDesire: You can leave me waiting as long as you want handsome~!
VixenVolpen: I can wait dear~!
Tender$$: Iâm waiting like a steak ready to be eaten!
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Errant: Alright, settle down chat⊠Ahem! Now, may I present to you everyoneâs loveable little gremlin: CookieMonster!
From the right side of the screen soon emerged a girl, who was best described as a brunette with red tips, dressed as a gothic lolita. A girl with a warm, and carrying personality, whose sweet demeanour appeared nonexistent when given a gun. For the, CookieMonster as she referred to herself as was one of the kindest, VTuberâs around, she was also an infamous, and highly skilled FPS player, wining several rewards for her skills, and earning the nickname of: Red Reaper. But, to her fans she was an adorable ball of sunshine, CookieMonster.
Errant: Hello, Cookie! You excited for today?
Cookie: I am super excited! Iâve been so looking forward to this game, and I am super happy you asked me to join you in playing it!
Cookieâs joy, and excitement was palpable as she spoke in her happy-go-luck aura she excluded over herself. Errant found himself smiling at her words, but it fell as he adopted an inquisitive look across his face.
Errant: UhhâŠ? D-Didnât you ask me if I wanted to do a collab, and stream this together?
Cookie couldnât help but look away nervously at being caught before she nervously replied back.
Cookie: Iâm super happy you said yes to doing a collab stream with me!
Errant: Alright. So you ready to play, Cookie?
Cookie: Almost, just gotta say to my chat, and we can begin. Is that alright?
Errant: By all means, go ahead.
Cookie: Thank you~!
Cookie swiftly muted herself so, Errant couldnât hear him as she looked down at her chat feed. Her face was all smiles before the smile fell, and she screamed in terror at her chat.
Cookie: FUUUUUCK! I screwed it up already guys!
~~~Stream Chat~~~
DrukenBailer: Did you?
FallenStar789: It was a slip of the tongue
Haloboy: Youre fine you got this!
Birdinthesky: Canât wait to see her flirt if this is the best shes got
Candlebrewer0174: Youve got this!
Kittycat1976: You got this!
DavidStermtiger: I believe in you!
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Cookie: Youâre right! Itâs only just started I can do this! You guys are with me, thereâs nothing we canât do! Such as flirting with my very hot, cool VTuber crushâŠ
Her voice slowly trailed off into a whisper as she grew too embarrassed to continue speaking. Her chat kept showering her in reassuring compliments, and comments on how cute she was. Cookie was soon taken away from her calm stupor as she heard the sound of clicking, and clanking: The sound of a rifles bolt loading a new bullet into the firing chamber. A sound that may have startled many, but it was all to common for, Cookieâs stream since it was her donation sound after all.
Cookie: Hey, SamathaDesires thanks for the ten li�!
~~~Donation~~~
SamanthaDesires: Get your hands off of my man you skank!
~~~~~~
Cookieâs mouth fell in shock, her, VTuber model clearly showing to everyone the shear shock she felt, and dispear at the rude comment she had just received.
Cookie: âŠ
Cookie: WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO MEAN?!!
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Although he couldnât hear her, Errant could clearly see, Cookieâs model and the way her body spazzed about. Her facial expressions swapping on the dime to convey a wide range of emotions; from despair, to fear, to hope, to an oddly calm sense of serenity, then to absolute fury.
Errant: âŠ
Errant: She does know I can see her freaking out right?
~~~Stream Chat~~~
TumbleDownTheBay: Not likely
VixenVolpen: Doesnât look like she does.
Vilvian: What is she freaking out about?
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Errant: Beats me chat. Unless⊠Are you guys bullying her? Chat be honest; I wonât be mad. Just⊠disappointedâŠ
~~~Stream Chat~~~
14ever: Thatâs dad for mad!
Dinonuggies: Sounds like you will be mad
8teenlover: Anyone else think that was hot?
GrendalWizard: Damn hot
~~~~~~
Errant: Great, I canât tell you lot to behave because some of you will get off to it⊠peachy. Haa⊠Is, Cookie ready, orâŠ?
Errant looked back to, Cookieâs stream before doing a double take to look at her in utter bewilderment. HerVTuber model was standing and quickly looking at a writing board, and jotting something down before returning to address her chat.
Errant: When the hell did she pull out that writing board?! And, the devil is she writing; that chicken scratch is so illegible that its like using sign language to speak to a blind man.
~~~ Stream Chat~~~
GriffonTalon: đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
VixenVolpen: Oh thatâs mean
Falling4Angels: now thatâs funny
Allerix: low blow man
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Errant: Alright lets try, and get this� I-Is she barking at them?
Errant looked to, Cookie to see her shouting at her chat, since he couldnât hear what she was saying she looked like an angry dog barking at someone walking by her house.
Errant: Okay, lets put a stop to⊠whatever the hell this is.
Errant quickly reopened the chat so he could hear whatever it was, Cookie was yelling about.
Ccokie: And, thatâs why I deserve to be his loving waifu, youâŠ?!
Errant: Cookie?
Cookie: AHHHH?!!
(THUD!)
Errant: �!
Cookie: OwwwwâŠ
Errantâs little interjection to grab, Cookieâs attention, resulted in her screaming her head off, and falling into a heap on the floor, out of camera. The only sound emanating from her now the was pained growing as she laid upon the ground.
Errant looked towards his chat before uttering a single word that would become to define the events of todays stream.
Errant: WhoopsâŠ
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On Being Her Good Boy
Locked and submissive was my state for the past few days. I locked myself up as punishment for pleasuring myself without Her permission. I didnât think to ask. I was in the shower getting ready for work and it just happened, much like itâs happened so many times before. Itâs one of the primary reasons why I wanted to be locked up in the first place. I spend far too much time, in my opinion, touching myself. I canât be the good boy she needs me to be if I have no desire to do anything beyond get myself off. But I digress.
She had to work yesterday and I took the time I had to clean the house up. I donât mind doing the home chores as much when Iâm locked. It feeds the mind. I told her via text all that I had done and in my last message I said jokingly: Now tell me Iâm a good boy
Her response: Yes yes you are a good boy!
My brain melted. I melted, and subby hubby was feeling good.
Fast forward to last night, we are cuddling in bed (I had been trying to sext her while she was away, saying things like soft kisses between her thighs.) We are going about our thing, hot and involved, sheâs a sucker for neck kisses. She eventually finds the cage and I feel the mood shift. I need to find a way to express my needs to her before we are in the bedroom, but she rolled with it. I got out the massage oils for her chest and her buzzy toy, then disaster struck.
Iâm on top of her in strap riding position, her toy is buzzing away inside her and I can feel that on top of the small thrusts into me sheâs doing, when her toy dies! My head is thinking that I would love to be filled by her while sheâs filled by her toy when thereâs no more toy action going on. I can tell sheâs crestfallen. She was close and the night was suddenly almost ruined. But a good boy does not let his Goddess go unfulfilled. The toy goes away, and my fingers and tongue come out to play. I can honestly say that giving oral was never something I liked doing. Partly because of the ick factor that my man brain couldnât get around, the other because I got nothing out of it. I used to be so selfish. Itâs amazing what a little bit of plastic and a lock will do to change a boy.
I get to work, eagerly giving her the finale that she wanted to bad. Her hands are on my head, pushing and directing, and it wasnât long before she was clamping her thighs around my head in orgasm. She pulled me up to her chest so I could hear how fast her heart was going and she murmurs to me:
âSuch a good boy. Youâre such a good boy.â
Iâm jello in her hands.
âDoes my good boy want his treat now?â
She wants the cage off. She hasn't really touched it yet. I think in some way it still is foreign to her. But I gave her the keys. She canât see to take it off but she cups me and I let out the subbiest of moans. This is what Iâve always wanted. Her touches on my denied flesh is almost too much. Part of me doesnât want to take it off so I can enjoy the torment of being denied. The other part of me is stupid horny. Thatâs my fault for scrolling my feed a few times an hour here. I unlock myself and she pulls half of it off me. I work the ring off and bring myself to her. She lets me in and Iâve never felt something so amazing. Weâve been together for a long time and each time Iâm denied like this, she feels like the first time.
I take my time, enjoying her like sheâs been enjoying me when the eventually inevitability happens. But this time, like a good boy, I ask for permission.
âCan I cum? Pleasepleaseplease??â
âYou may cum, my good boy.â
Before, I would have just let it happen, but it didnât until she said âgood boyâ. I erupt in one of the best orgasms Iâve ever had, collapsing on her. I donât know yet if she notices that my orgasms have been more intense since I got the cage or that Iâm lasting longer, but each time is super intense. She rubs my head and whispers, âGood boy. Good boy.â
Perfect. It was nearly perfect. If there was one thing I would want to hear from her it would be, âBe a good boy and go back into the cage.â
Anything for you Goddess. Anything for you. And maybe one day that will happen. For now, Iâm her happy boy. Her Good Boy.
#humiliated sissy#subby boys#sissy caged#humiliation sissy#chasity#chastikey#domme mommy#good boy#subby men#feeling subby#fem domme
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For the wip game: I'd like to know more about "take it back."
Ahh yes, another great example of me being incapable of write "just a little ficlet" and ending up with a plot and enough angst to kill an elephant.
I rewatched Fire and went down the Phoebe angst rabbit hole. Diana is one thing, but her? Ohhhhh, the potential.
My ORIGINAL idea was simply a "what if Mulder kissed her right at the beginning in their office" because the 'Oh is that what you were extending' line burrowed into my brain with a vengeance. Truly insane thing to tell your coworker slash partner slash friend slash lover.
It refused to stay fun and light-hearted though.
Then I had a light-bulb moment that derailed my entire plan because I remembered that Mulder's very first reaction to almost kissing Scully in FTF was to apologize.
So what if, after actually kissing her, he does the same? Where do they go from here? How does that complicate both his relationship with Scully and whatever shitshow Phoebe is forcing him to play a part in?
Have an excerpt from my draft as a treat!
"Scully," he whispers again, and her gaze follows his hand as he lifts it at a glacial pace and places it on her arm. Very, very distantly, she realises this is him giving her an out, and maybe if she were capable of any coherent thoughts outside of pleasepleaseplease she'd take it. As it stands, however, she is happily drowning in the moment. Mulder slides his hand over her shoulder and along her neck, and his touch leaves a scorching trail on her skin. When he cups her cheek with two fingers resting right underneath her jawline, she melts into it, and her lashes flutter. He always holds and touches her with incredible caution, as if one wrong move would shatter her, and while it would feel demeaning or condescending from anyone else, it never does with him. When Mulder touches her, it is an expression of deeply rooted affection, of caring responsibility, of something so akin to worship that it scares her to death. It's reverence in its purest form, and she never wants him to stop. He gently tilts her face upwards, and her eyes fall shut right as his lips reach hers.
ask me about my wips
#alex answers asks#alex writes x files#txf#the x files#x files#dana scully#fox mulder#scully x mulder#mulder x scully#msr
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Build a birth, you say? đ€°đœ2ïžâŁđđ©Čđ§
"Fuck, it's hot." I murmured to myself, using my sleeve to wipe the sweat from my forehead. Even with the AC circulating through the bus it didn't seem to help.
I'd been feeling like this all day, sweaty and crampy and short of breath. Normally I thrived during the summer, but things were different this time around, and I didn't know why. People were being weird around me today too, asking things like if I was alright or if I needed to call anyone. Again and again I'd tell them I was fine, I was just hot and tired from work. One woman had looked at me really funny when I said that, asking if I 'should really be working right now'. I was a little short with her then, saying yes, adding that just because it's hot doesn't mean I should call out.
After she'd scoffed and gotten off at her stop nobody else had come around to bother me, which was a relief. It was bad enough that my stomach felt like it was stuck in the worlds worst core workout without having people come make me self conscious about it. I frowned as I leaned back against my seat, subconsciously sitting with my legs apart. The dress I'd opted for to deal with the heat was cute, but it didn't do much to hide how my stomach had rounded out over the last few months. I tried not to be too worried about it; now that it was summer I'd get a little more active and it'd be gone eventually, but still...I'd never put on this much weight this fast before.
"Hnnh..." I shifted uncomfortably where I sat, my stomach tense as that uneasy feeling came over me again. I couldn't even begin to guess what was causing it, but the way it was nearly constant was really bothering me. I tried to distract myself by looking out the window; my ride home was always long so I tried to enjoy the scenery to cope. But even that didn't seem to help, and I hissed out again as I felt that persistent pressure shifting, building...
There was a pop...then a splash.
"O-oh fuck...!" I barely had time to register what had happened when another cramp gripped me, and I pressed a hand to my mouth hard to muffle myself from anymore outbursts. The lower half of my dress and my seat were drenched, and I flushed with shame as I felt more liquid still dripping out of me, soaking my panties. My only social saving grace was that no one else was left on the bus by now, and the driver obviously hadn't heard anything.
"What the f-fuck is going o-oohh!!" This one fucking hurt, and I instinctively held my palms to either side of my stomach. "F...feels like I need to--!" I stammered to myself, trying desperately to wrap my head around what was happening, why it felt like I had to push. Desperate for any sort of relief I tried to listen to my body, my hands still holding my stomach as I bore down. What the fuck was going on, what was coming out of me?? Whatever it was I could feel it straining against the fabric of my ruined panties, my eyes wide with confusion as I felt my cunt being stretched wide.
"Please g-get out pleasepleaseplease...!!" I sobbed as quietly as I could manage, the pain reaching it's absolute peak. Hurriedly I pressed my hand over my mouth again, screaming into it as my panties bagged out with...something. Pulling them aside I felt down and retrieved what had been the source of all my discomfort, and my eyes widened.
"I...I-I was having a baby....?" I whispered, my breath ragged as I held it close. My mind raced as everything clicked, the reality setting in. How could I have not known? Why hadn't anyone brought it up to me?
...why was my belly cramping again?
"O-oh god," I whimpered, my breaths becoming panicked again. "I-I can't again, please...!" Tears ran down my face as I felt the contraction intensify, that same pressure was returning, and my only choice was to push. Now that one baby had already passed through, it's sibling was able to progress much faster. I barely managed to use my free hand to try and hold my panties to the side before I felt that burning stretch once more, my pussy stretching around the second baby's head.
"Ffffuck, it h-huuurts...!!" I sobbed, hardly caring if the driver could hear me now. The pain was still just as intense as it was the first time, so much so that I didn't even register the bus pulling over.
By the time the driver had parked I'd screamed the head out fully, and by the time he managed to find where I was sat he stood frozen in shock, watching as I tried to guide and push the rest of my baby out. At last I moaned with relief, my cunt gushing with more fluid as I delivered the rest of it's body, shuddering as I finally held both of my surprise twins to my chest.
#pumpkin answers#pumpkin writes#build a birth#birth kink#pregnancy kink#labor kink#public birth#unaware pregnancy#clothing birth
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panic - s. todoroki
inspired by the willow and oz scene in the "graduation" episode on buffy the vampire slayer (not the stupid show no netflix, but the one with sarah michelle gellar).
note: most of the dialogue is from or inspired by the episode mentioned above!! i don't want copywrite issues!!
warnings: implied smut, but it's a fluff fic. not proof read
enjoy!!
with the war inching closer, the air at UA was tense. everyone could feel it. everyone, it seems, except your boyfriend.
bakugo was even more snappy than usual, and with deku gone, everyone's mood was in the dumps. ochaco had lost her usual smile, and iida seemed even stiffer.
after a long day of classes, you trudge your way back to your dorm room, almost dragging your back behind you. when you make it, you throw yourself on the bed, your schoolbag abandoned by the door, which you hadn't even managed to shut fully.
what will become of you? of your friends? of your teachers? of shoto? there is a possible chance that you could die in the very near future. it seemed like yesterday you had just gotten your hero's license, and now you were about to risk everything for the sake of... strangers? the world? who knew what shigaraki had planned.
you were too tired to think about it anymore. you just wanted to be at home with your parents, but you couldn't tell them what was about to happen.
for a little while, you lay there, thinking about everything related to the war. how you could lose your friends, you could lose limbs, your life, how easy it is to just run away, etc., when your door creaks open slightly and you hear a small knock. a handsome face makes its way into the room.
"hey, baby. you know, you shouldn't keep your door open." you just sigh, not replying. shoto makes his way around your bed, carefully sitting next to your body.
"what's up, angel?"
"i'm just worried about the war, sho. what about you?"
he just hums and starts to stroke your hair. you wait a while, but he still gives no reply.
his eyes wander around the room, until they lock onto your cat, who lazily made its way out of your bathroom.
"looks like Walter has pretty nice digs in here. i really love your room."
you sigh again, moving so his hand falls off your head.
"shoâŠ"
"what?" he asks, very gently.
"could you just pretend to care about what's happening, please?"
"you think I don't care?"
"i think we could be dead in two day's time, and youâre being emotional detachment guy."
"would it help if i panicked?"
"yes! it'd be swell! panic is a thing people can share in times of crisis, and everything is really scary now, you know? and I don't know what's gonna happen. and there's all sorts of things that you're supposed to get to do after high school, and you know what? i was really looking forward to them! like moving into a place of our own, maybe fighting alongside each other, being famous, maybe even the wacky notion of children! i would love to have children with you, and you know how much i hate kids and how pregnancy scares me. and... and now we're probably just gonna die, and i'd like to feel that maybe you would-"
your rant was interrupted when he grabbed the back of your head, grip tight on your hair, and smushed his lips on yours. for a few seconds, you stayed like that until you pulled away, slightly surprised.
"what are you doing?"
"panicking."
he maneuvered his head to continue what he was doing before, and the rest of the class didn't hear from the two of you until the next morning, when shoto walked out of your dorm room, instead of his.
author's note: OH MY GOD, I FINALLY FINISHED ONE. the ending is absolute shit, but I'm literally in my shitty school, and i so do not feel comfortable finishing this. i feel so paranoid that the teachers are watching me write fanfiction, and i am so not ok with that. school is kicking my butt rn, but i'm going to try to pump out some more fics soon... i don't want to say tonight, because that might not happen, so don't be mad. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE SEND IDEAS. i'm burnt out.
#todoroki shoto x reader#shoto todoroki imagine#shoto todoroki fluff#shoto todoroki#shoto todoroki x reader#mha todoroki#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki x reader#todoroki shouto x y/n#shouto todoroki x reader#shouto x reader#shoto drabble#shoto fluff#shoto todoroki drabble#shoto todoroki fic#shoto todoroki oneshot#shoto x reader#shoto x y/n#todoroki fluff
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Share the Disventure Camp thoughts Geo. Also, now that you've seen both seasons, what are your All Stars predictions?
oliver was one of the best parts of the season and i loved him so much ohhh the skrunkle
aiden & james were my favorite characters i think! <333 i really liked their development i love gay people i screamed at their first real kiss
it took a while for me to get used to every character because of their mics and acting. some of the acting was not believable at all and was the reason i dislikes some characters for a bit (cough rosa maria cough) before eventually warming up to them. itâs clear they improved a lot and found better actors for season 1. iâm curious how the S2 actors will be in S3.
maggy was genuinely annoying and not just because of her voice. sorry :(
lake was amazing!! i loved her arc!
connor was a good guy and i liked him, but i wouldnât have brought him back for all-stars and i definitely wouldnât have paired him with riya. that 21 year age gap is not looking good.
I LOVED HUNTESSALLY SO MUCH OH MY GOD THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME POLY REPRESENTATION IN MEDIA IS THE BEST STOP I WILL CRY OMGMGMGMGGM why are they fighting in the S3 opening. someone save me. huntessally stay strong. STAY STRONG!!!!!
WHY IS YUL YELLOW đ also i hated his ass âa latina stealing why doesnât that surprise meâ NAH MF YOU CANNOT BE REDEEMED IâM SORRY MAN YOUâRE ON YOUR OWN đ
anyone wanna talk about how weird some challenges were? no? like making people kiss other people just for a challenge? i know itâs fiction but? what if someone is uncomfortable with it? yk? my aro ass couldnât watch most of those scenes like ik it was to make some ships kiss and probably appeal to the fans but nah. you lost me brah. and outing aiden (while not specifically saying his name but yk) like. wow. this is. not fun! weird episodes
karol fuck you
riya, thin ice, i like you for your assholery but leaving aiden hanging left ME hanging as a fan of both. sadge
ally shouldâve been a scene kid thatâs all i came here to say
fuck you yul hope ur the first boot of S3
why was nina there. /vvvneg
now for predictions/wishes:
YUL FIRST BOOT WOOHOO đŻđŻđŻ /hj
if i donât get gabellie & tessally alliance i will actually cry myself to sleep for those entire ten months the show will be airing i mean it guys iâm so fucking serious /j
alec and fiore need to make up or i will actually go bonkers and die
yul first boot
trevek do gay shit & krystal breaks them apart every time because theyâre so cringe every time they flirt or something not in the high school couple way but just sooo fucking bad at flirting that it is physically damaging to everyone around them
nina dies in a fire YAY!!! WOOHOO!!! PARTY!!! (seriously she was the most annoying gimmick of the season hope she just disappears and its not brought up ever)
maybe. if connor is there. and he gives advice. he can give alec and fiore advice. right. right guys. I MISS MY FATHER-DAUGHTER DUO OKAY WAAAAAAA
jake will be a fucking idiot and hate aiden for NO reason because he is a fucking idiot. love him tho but i was hoping he wouldnât be as insecure in s3 like girl get a therapist cmon
if i donât get james-tom friendship.......
miriam early boot đ sorry queen đ i got this feeling đ inside my bones đ
ashley early boot (pleasepleaseplease WHO ASKED FOR HER TO BE HERE i wanted nick or kai back so bad omfg)
this is more based on a fanart i saw but fiore should totally terrorize aiden and aiden just hates her ass
i want the teams to form then switch a bit so that thereâs both s1 and s2 contestants on both teams bc wdym the teams are s1 and s2. thats the worst decision yet and the season hasnt even started
#disventure camp#disventure camp season 1#disventure camp season 2#campamento desventura#disventure camp all stars#odd nation cartoons
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