#bring back belting yk

[thefabelmans2022]

trying to be into pop girlies in recent years has been a little like. oh you're a young straight woman singing in a soft whispery voice about a man who treated you badly. groundbreaking. and this is why chappell roan is so important.

[erwinsvow]

babe i have a thought but idk if i can word this right

so rafe x shy!reader when theyre still taking it slow with the dry humping n fingering but she wants to make rafe feel good as well yk but she isnt mentally ready yet for sex !! n so she quietly tries to learn on how to give head from porn n when she executes it on rafe hes all like ?? huh ???? how the hell .

rafe asked you what you were doing last night. you told him you were studying.

you were studying, you hadn't lied about that. he'd just assumed it was your schoolwork and didn't ask further questions, when you were really about six pages into the pornhub results, searching up deepthroating. an hour ago it'd been just blowjob but all the videos seemed to indicate this was the superior method.

you were nothing if not thorough, studious. you were a quick study too, swiftly realizing nearly all the 'blowjob' videos had some aspect of 'deepthroating' in them, and you wanted to learn everything for rafe, learn the best for him, be the best for him.

so that's how you ended up like this, practicing your new techniques on a second banana from your kitchen. you had accidentally choked and bitten down on the first one, so you had to go back for another, avoiding your parents' questions.

you were getting better though, which is all that mattered. another tab was helping you learn how to not trigger your gag reflex, and another still reminding you to breathe through your nose and use your hands where your mouth couldn't reach. you had accumulated enough knowledge, you just needed to practice, hence the fruit.

rafe was taking you to dinner tomorrow, and you always slept at tannyhill after one of your dates. that would be the perfect chance to show him your new skills.

rafe was experienced in every sense of the word, all you wanted was to impress him, make him realize you can handle more than he thinks you can. he's still concerned he's gonna break you and even though you know he can—the first time you guys tried to have sex lingering in your mind—you know he won't.

after dinner, rafe tries to take you for ice cream, the way he always does, and you surprise him by saying no. you never refuse dessert so he thinks something's wrong, but you surprise him again, getting to your knees in front of him while he takes a seat on his bed.

"what're you doin', kid?" he mumbles, thinking you're not sure what you're causing right now.

"you said i can have dessert. this is what i want," you murmur back, taking out his hardened dick. everything's a blur, you don't even remember unbuckling his belt but it rests beside your knees.

you glance up hesitantly, remembering another website that had said to keep eye contact. you'll have to go back to that, too concerned with how much you can fit in your mouth—rafe is bigger than your banana.

you start slowly, looking up while your hands stroke up and down. you think you're doing well—rafe's reacting how you imagined, heavily breathing, his hand snaking into your hair.

"jesus, shit, kid-" now you know you're doing well, lowering your entire mouth onto rafe's dick, feeling him fill up your throat. you choke around it for a moment, sucking down and running your tongue over the veins there. you take him out, catching your breath for a second while spit runs down his length and the side of your mouth.

you spit again, this time on his head, licking all the way up and then bringing him into your throat again. it's going good—you think! rafe's moaning and you definitely like the sound of it, staring up at him with watery eyes while you choke and moan around it.

he's getting close you think, the way his grip tightens on your hair and his hips start thrusting up into your mouth. you don't stop or slow down, but rafe does, yanking your hair and pulling you off.

you sputter, catching your breath, wiping away the spit.

"what happened?" you question quietly, looking up at him. a tear runs down, not able to stay in place. you're not upset though, just curious. "was it not good? did i do something wrong?"

"you told me you've never done that before."

"i haven't," you reply, shaking your head.

"so, so you just knew? to do all of that? don't fuckin' lie to me, kid, i'm not playin' around-"

"i didn't! swear! i've been studying, i told you-"

"this is what you've been studyin'?"

"...yes. i thought i was doing good." you mumble the last part, hugging your knees. you look away from rafe, feeling embarrassed.

"hey, hey. you were. i just wasn't expectin' that, s'all. scared me. you're too good at that." you perk up.

"i am?"

"yeah. you little freak. c'mon, finish up. gotta put that studyin' to use, hm?"

[reshinless]

breeding kink alhaitham + gn!afab!reader thoughtz (no title, just reupload from old acc >_o)

alhaitham can be a very jealous, and possessive man when he has to be, it costs a bit to have someone as gorgeous as you being his one and only s/o! he can only pry so many eyes off you, guess he just has to show everyone else that you already belong to someone!

and it's not just that he wants to show others that you're already taken, obviously, he wants to start a family with you at some point! he's seen many of his co-workers bring their babies to work on bring-your-kid-to-work day, and he's seen even some of his friends have children of their own, how strong the genetics really were in them, and honestly he wanted to see how'd your kids look and be like.

like would they have your personality and be a carbon copy of him in terms of looks? would they have his silver hair, and your e/c eyes? or would they have his emerald orbs, and your hair? not just that, but wants to see you pregnant so bad, just likes to imagine himself where he's just caressing you n your belly, just talking to his kid inside your womb, sincerely it warms his heart

gets horny at the thought of you pregnant tho sorry, literally excuses himself to the bathroom multiple times at work to excuse the 'problem' he has down there, and the nudes you've sent, whether they're from before, or you send them now, his mind, his thoughts, they crave to just fuck you 'till dawn, to see your stomach literally bulging with his seed, he's begging on his knees to see that

when one of his co-workers point out he looks like he isn't feeling well, he agrees, so he can clean up, and go home, to his pretty darling waiting for him at home, he's just so.. 'excited' walking home, with a suitcase covering the bulge in his pants, the whole time he's just blushing on the way back to your shared house

doesn't even let you utter a word, just slams you over the kitchen counter and starts taking your undergarments off and unbuckles his belt, and asks you about your day :D, oh but obviously asks if he can.. yk.. stick his yipee in your woohoo (sorry HELP)

"my.. seems like you're already wet for me, no need for me to finger this pretty pussy hmm?"

would be just minutes later that the counter is a mess and the same could be said for his mouth, finally latching off from eating the hell out of you, also while stroking himself cuz he still had that problem from work with him :p

kind of lazily cleans up, and carries you to the bedroom cuz obviously, you both are not done yet~ starts off with 1, maybe 2 fingers into you, and finally lets his cock just sink into you

you ask what's gotten into him, what's with the sudden need to feel himself inside you again? his answer is simple, he wants a family with you, he wants to see how strong both of your genetics would be if you had a child. he wants to see if they'll have his silver hair, or your eyes, your personality, your looks, he wants to see all of it

"hah-- oh god this is what i've been waiting all day for-" alhaitham moans under his breath pinning both yours hands onto the bed frame, while one of your legs are on top of his shoulder, with his cock bullying your hole. all he can think about is what the kid's name should be!!

"oh baby.. do you like the way my cock is just kissing your insides?"

[nrdmssgs]

Idk bout you but like hear me out on helping nikto get dressed like securing the man to go on a mission while you stay behind on base yk like helping him wear his gear and kissing his mask I mean what who said that? 🤨

Masterlist

Oh love, in this house kissing your man's mask is a must.

You two don't share many words. You - because you were never a particularly chatty type. Nikto for his part tries to keep his voices to himself, and any conversation would mean another chance to spit out too much.

Yet the connection between you two is obvious. It grows inevitably as you learn your ways around each other. Tread carefully, observe, memorize, analyze.

You don't need to ask him, when does his scarred face burn and itch. You already remember: it happens before the big operations. Nikto stirs himself up weeks prior to that, exercises more than usual, loses his usual appetite, barely sleeps. There is a certain cost to his extraordinary performance on a battlefield, and this is it. The last hours before the mission, he is so pent-up, his nerves eat him alive. It's when his old scars begin to hurt and torture Nikto. He clenches his teeth and hides his eyes from you.

You saw him trying his usual meds and salves before. But the pain is all in his mind, so nothing can fix it. Or so he thought before you touched him for the first time.

It feels as if you knew, where to press to relieve the tension. At first Nikto turns away, avoiding showing you the disfigured part, although this is almost meaningless since deep scars cross him from cheek to cheek, from lips to the forehead. Little by little he succumbs to your touch, leans in and buries his face in your hands.

He craves your touch. There are just not enough words to express it yet.

There is a small spot nestled between his upper vertebrae. You recall that if you press into it with your thumbs just so, he will groan and tilt his head back, murmuring soft, appreciative obscenities as you relieve the pressure on the nerve.

It sends him somewhere deep into the safety and tranquility. Nikto knew hands that could gift him pleasures before yours, but only you can bring him into another state of mind.

All because you don't treat him mechanically as one would treat a random lover. You observe. You learn.

You have meticulously learned how he prefers to wrap his arms, from his knuckles to midway up his elbow: the precise spots where he folds and knots the banding, and where he carefully tucks the ends to prevent them from coming loose during firing or fighting. Given the severe damage to the skin on his arms, he cannot endure the constant abrasion of coarse textiles. This knowledge, acquired through careful observation, surprises him now as you kneel and gently take the banding from his fingers, setting to the task with practiced precision. He watches you in silent awe. How is it possible to be this perfect? How are you this close to him, even though not in his embrace?

Nikto takes on his balaclava and the hood with straps, meanwhile you touch your fingers against a mask, lying on a bench next to him. He doesn't like it, when you take it. Not because he doesn't trust you - he would rip his own heart out and give to you, no questions asked, should you asked him to. But there are faces, grins, whines, laughter, screams, voices behind this mask. All the ugly, grim things, he tries to keep away from you.

When your soft lips press against the scratched black surface of its forehead, Nikto frowns. A hideous grimace of plastic and metal, yet you kiss it?

He remains quiet until you hand it to him. Only then he breaks the silence.

"Because it's prettier than me?"

You help him fasten all the belts and answer. Your words pass his ears and settle straight into his heart.

A relief. A tight lump growing in his throat. A warmth pulsing deep.

"Because it's a part of you."

[gogogodzilla]

Um I was wondering if you could write smut about connor and about if he can vibrate if yk what i mean cause i feel like im not the only person that thinks that androids can vibrate. please and thank you

Tease || Connor (RK800)

Summary: Connor can't wait until you get home.

Note Pt. 2: This is a spiritual epilogue of my completed Connor fanfic, Criminal Analysis!

Warnings: smut (obviously lol), afab reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering (connor has vibrating fingers), semi-public sex

{Masterlist}

You knew what you were doing— you were wearing those pants Connor liked. Really liked. 

Of course, you had another reason to be wearing them other than riling him up. You knew that you’d be called into court eventually, that’s part of being a forensic psychologist, after all. 

It all started that morning. You got to sleep in a little due to court and you relished the few extra moments of unconsciousness. 

However, those moments lost their sweetness when you felt the cold, empty space beside you in bed. You blindly swatted the other side of the bed, hoping that if you reached just a little bit further you’d find your lover. He’d bring your groggy form into his embrace, and lull you back into a dreamless sleep. 

Your grasps came up empty and you rolled onto your back with a huff. The bedroom door opened with a click, and soft footsteps echoed throughout the room. You peeked open an eye and struggled to fight the grin that appeared at the sight of your love.

Connor’s hair was neat as always, but he had exchanged his Cyberlife jacket with a normal suit jacket. It was a refreshing change. 

Connor neared your side of the bed, and your grin grew. He bent down and pressed a soft, slow kiss to your temple and ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing out some of the tangles.  

He slowly peppered kisses down your face, moving from your forehead, down to the space between your eyebrows, to the tip of your nose, and, finally, your lips.

You didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, the ache for him already growing. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged him towards you. 

Connor knew better than to fall into your trap, especially when he was running late. He placed a hand beside your head to stop himself from coming any closer. That didn’t stop you from trying, though.

“I have to go,” he whispered as he gently pulled away. 

You sighed dreamily as you sat up, “You should’ve woken me up sooner.” 

“If we started,” Connor purred as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “we wouldn’t be able to stop.” 

You hummed in response as you slowly trailed your fingers up his thigh. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, but you just grinned. 

You settled for resting your hands on his belt buckle, “You can afford to be a few minutes late.” 

Your argument was flawed, you knew that. Connor would rather cut off his own foot than be late. But, you also knew that you could be very persuasive. 

Connor pried your hand from his belt buckle and gave you a placating smile, “I’ll be home as soon as I can.” 

You let out a huff as you threw yourself back on the bed with a groan. You’re lucky you didn’t crack your head on the headboard, but you didn’t really care at the moment. 

Connor bent over and gave you a final kiss, whispering an ‘I love you’ against your lips. It was almost like you were Snow White, and he was your prince charming. Although, the only thing he’d awoken was a deep need throbbing between your legs. And then he was out the door. 

You set your plan into motion almost immediately. You felt a bit giddy at the thought of Connor getting all hot and bothered just by the sight of you. Especially, if he wouldn’t get to touch you until later that night. 

Your heart raced as you pushed open the glass door to the precinct. Your shoes clicked across the tile floor as you made your way through the turnstile and to your desk. 

You ignored Connor’s eyes searing a hole in your back as you bent down slightly and slowly put the files you came for in your bag. 

A low whistle sounded behind you, “Damn, sweetheart, what’re you all dressed up for?” Gavin called as he made his way to his desk, steaming mug clutched in his hand. 

You rolled your eyes and fought off a grin. Gavin’s shameless flirting was playing right into your plan. 

“If you must know,” you straightened and placed your hands on your hips, “some of us actually have to do our jobs.”

Gavin sat down and leaned back in his chair, “Very funny.” 

You went back to your task, pretending to look in one of the drawers for something, making sure to give Connor a very good view. 

“I think your plastic boy toy is malfunctioning,” Gavin snickered, and you stopped your fake search and looked up at Gavin. “He just practically ran to the bathroom.” 

“I’ll go check on him,” you muttered as you closed the drawer to your desk. 

Gavin put his feet up on his desk and sent you one of his blinks that’s meant to be a wink, “Yeah, you go ahead and check on him.”

You flushed as you turned away, your hurried steps echoing as you made your way to the bathroom. Gavin wasn’t stupid. Hell, you’d done the same thing when he’d pissed you off when you were dating. 

Old habits died hard.

The door to the men’s bathroom silently shut behind you, and luckily only one stall was occupied. You locked the bathroom door with a click and sauntered over to the stall which contained the object of your desires. Well, more like the person of your desires.

“Connor,” you called out as you came to a stop in front of the stall door. A slight grin graced your features as you waited for him to answer. 

The door opened in a flash, and you were pulled inside. Quicker than you could process, Connor had you pressed up against the door and had both of your hands caged in his and held above your head. 

“You just couldn’t wait,” Connor taunted as he tilted his head to the side, letting his breath fan across your cheek. He slid his knee between your legs, allowing himself to get even closer. 

You raised your head to look at him. “I dunno, seems like you’re the one who couldn’t wait.” He let out a sigh as he released your hands and raked them down your body. You had to be quick, Connor knew that. Although, that didn’t stop him from teasing you. 

He gripped your thighs as he looked down at you and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. It was mostly tongue, but you were quick to wrap your arms around him and pull him impossibly closer to you. 

Connor made quick work of undoing the buttons on your dress shirt as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and gripped your hips tightly. He was searching for that spot that made you make those noises he liked. You ground your core against his thigh, attempting to get some sort of relief.

Once he successfully got your shirt all the way unbuttoned, he was quick to attack the newly exposed skin, licking and sucking to his heart’s desire. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at the pieces at the nape of his neck eliciting a groan from him. 

Connor gripped your waist as he moved his sloppy kisses down your abdomen and slowly got to his knees. You gazed down at him through your heavy lids. He moved to unbutton your pants, eager to finally touch you. His movements were practiced and precise as he pulled your pants down to your ankles. He let out a shaky breath when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

You’d almost forgotten about that part of your plan.

He slotted himself neatly between your legs. He always fit so well there. 

“So needy for me,” he breathed against your core as he caressed your inner thighs. You clenched them together but his grip held you in place. He pressed a kiss on the inside of your knee before slowly moving upward, avoiding where you needed him most. 

You let out a groan, and Connor looked up at you. 

“Use your words, Doctor,” he gently reminded before latching his lips onto your core. Your breath is promptly knocked out of you, and any retort you had died in your throat. 

His grip tightened on your thighs as he desperately pulled you closer to him. His tongue expertly circled your clit as he found a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. You gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a moan that sent heavenly vibrations up your body. 

You groaned at the sight of him— your slick had begun to coat his face and he showed no sign of slowing. 

Connor slowly and sinfully pressed one finger inside you, which was quickly joined by another. You thrusted your hips forward, desperate to have even more of him. He pumped his fingers achingly slow, but a stream of vibrations caused you to jolt. 

That was new.

A sly grin had curved into Connor’s face and he looked up at you, taking in the confusion mixed with arousal that graced your features. He pulled away from you for a moment, “I was saving that for later.” 

“Fuck, Connor,” you whimpered. 

“Be quiet,” Connor grunted into your core as he jutted his fingers deeper into you. You pressed a hand over your mouth to silence the breathy moans that were escaping you. 

You trusted yourself for only a moment to whimper out, “Need you.” 

Connor was more than happy to oblige you as he rose to his feet and pushed his fingers past your lips, making you taste yourself. You busied yourself with undoing his belt buckle, fingers clumsy as you revealed what you ached for. 

Connor let out a shaky breath as you stroked him, and he met your strokes halfway. He gripped your thighs and in one swift motion lifted you up. He was practically bending you in half, but you didn’t mind. 

He angled his cock up to your entrance, and agonizingly, slowly pushed inside you. The way he stretched you was delicious, and you let out a high-pitched mewl at the feeling. 

He covered your mouth with one of his hands as he rutted inside of you and bottomed out. After a few moments, you started moving your hips, begging him to move. Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours. You let out a breathy moan against his hand, and he pressed sloppy kisses against your neck. 

“You’re perfect,” he slurred into your shoulder, “couldn’t wait until tonight to have you.” He moved his hand from your mouth to resting on your neck, and he looked you in the eyes as he pounded into you. Connor brought his hand down to where you were joined and the vibrations continued once again. 

You grip onto his bicep, that familiar coil beginning to tighten, and you panted heavily. “I’m close,” you whined.

“Come for me.” 

He didn’t have to ask twice. You groaned and you felt your eyes roll back as you reached your high. You came hard as you involuntarily pushed your hips into Connor’s. 

He came with your name gracing his lips along with a few other words. You attempted to catch your breath as Connor stilled within you. 

“You’re going to be late,” he said matter-of-factly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You huffed out a laugh, and Connor gently set you back down. You grabbed onto his shoulders while you waited for your legs to stop feeling like jelly. 

Connor helped clean you up and make you look presentable. His hands were a lot steadier than yours at the moment. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and grinned, “I should tease you more often."

[gallonofgoldfish]

Whiskey and Winning

It's easy to get distracted at the rodeo. At least, it should be, under the lights and in the crowded stands, but you've only got one thing on your mind. Champion bronco rider Abby Anderson could say the same.

Pairing: cowpoke!abby x reader (sort of)

Content: established relationship, fluff, poor attempts at depicting the rodeo, reader is barely described, i swear im not slut shaming i just think the term buckle bunny is funny, i don't think any warnings apply

A/N: wrote this last night in a haze. i hardly know anything about tlou and rodeos actually make me really sad but yk. the parasites. might make another part to this at some point. didn't tell my friends i was posting this so if you guys see this hello i love you thank you for hyping me up <3. also friendly reminder fuck neil druckmann and do not give that zionist your money!!!

WC: 1080

The blare of the announcer’s voice from the overhead speakers is deafening, but you haven’t heard a word he’s said. The lights are blinding, but you won’t squint against their glare. The stadium is packed full—roaring with the drunken cheers of thousands of strangers, glittering with the flash of every camera and belt buckle and rhinestone-studded hat suffocating in the stands—but it may as well be empty save for the two of you.

The world is quiet. Eerily so, though maybe the ringing in your ears is playing a part in that. It’s narrow. It’s tinged by the black splotches at the edge of your vision and strained by the clench of your jaw.

The world is the cowpoke settling onto the bare back of the bronc in the chute only a few feet away from you. It’s the wide-brimmed ten-gallon pressed firmly down over the dirty blonde braid hanging between her shoulders. The collared white shirt stretching over her back, quilted with Marlboro patches and brand logos. The crimson bandana you’d had in your hair an hour earlier, resting around her neck.

The world is Abby Anderson, from the freckles strewn over her scarred, sunburned face to the cold focus in her steely blue eyes that evaporates when her gaze settles on you. Ice turns to the warmth of Jack Daniel’s, neat in its absence. To the gray of campfire smoke winding into the white-speckled sky, burning away the chill in the air. Warding off the spectators and the clamor and the awful, twisting feeling of waiting.

This is what it’s about, right?

The rush. The thrill.

The hitch in the air as her hand tightens on the rigging one last time. 

A grin splits her features.

She winks.

And then she’s gone. The gate swings open and the bucking mare takes off with her on its back and the world bursts back into a mess of color and noise. Eight seconds.

You’re yelling—you’re not sure what you’re yelling, but it’s loud enough to leave your throat raw and earn some sideways looks from the flock of buckle bunnies pressed up against the railing alongside you. 

Seven.

Part of Pour Some Sugar on Me blasts from the staticky speakers, and Abby appears on the jumbotrons in perfect detail. 

Six.

The bay mare thrashes into the air, but Abby’s faster, stronger, the muscles in her arms pushing against the seams of her shirt as she holds her free hand held up in the air. 

Five.

The snarling wolves engraved on her belt buckle flash under the lights. 

Four.

Every kick whips the fringe along the edges of her shotgun chaps, but the timer ticks down anyway. 

Three.

She holds on, anyway.

A closer shot brings her face into focus: grit teeth, a furrowed brow, a muscle ticking along the edge of her jaw. 

Two.

Sweat runs down the side of her features and into the scar on her cheek beneath the shadow of her hat’s brim. 

She’s in the middle of the arena now, gritty sand flying up around her. 

One?

If you could tear your eyes off of her, you’d check the time to make sure you’re counting right.

The music stops. An airhorn sounds. She’s still the rider—some distant, mythical thing up on a screen and down in the dirt.

Abby’s mouth opens in a shout when the second set of floodlights kick in, raising her head only to lock eyes with the pair of wranglers who burst out of the chutes after her to rope the bronc back in. She rocks forward with the mare’s motion one more time before swinging herself off its back and bailing into the sand. 

You finally get a breath out, resting your head against your forearm on the railing and heaving a sigh.

The announcer’s words retreat to the back of your thoughts again, but not before you catch her score. 95.

Ninety–fucking–five. The day’s record.

Just as the stadium begins to die down, the strangers beside you erupt into another round of cheers. Abby’s on her feet again, dusting herself off and sweeping her hat off of her head to shake out the loose strands of hair framing her face. And she’s walking. Jogging. Full-on running, back towards the chutes.

Or maybe not. 

She vaults the rickety fencing at the edge of the ring like she’s been practicing and hauls herself up into the stands. You can’t bite back your smile at the sight of her, shoulders heaving, beaming, alive. The crooks of her boots expertly find the backs of the plastic stadium seats between spectators’ shoulders. As she makes her way over, the strangers along the railing surge towards her, arms outstretched over the section’s edge. 

Abby doesn’t even see them; her stare never leaves yours except to glance at the railing before stepping up on the platform and hooking an arm through the top metal rung. 

She’s real again then—the world in flannel and denim and muddy boots, inches away.

Abby. Your Abby.

You’re breathing it in. Smoke from the night before. Pine and sweat.

Then, you’re tasting it. Whiskey and winning.

Her hat settles atop your head. Calloused, resin-stuck fingers thread through your hair at the back of your neck and reel you in. Your lips are on hers—or maybe it’s the other way around—and you laugh against each other.

Heat creeps into your cheeks long before you pull away.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” you scold, but your smile chases off any thread of sternness your voice might’ve held.

“Agree to disagree.” She wipes her forehead on her sleeve and huffs, one brow arched. The rosy blush in her features lingers even when the sweat is gone. 

The screens over her shoulder change to show two familiar shapes. 

“We’re on the jumbotron,” you say. 

Abby doesn’t bother looking back. Just laughs “Good,” then kisses you again. This one is quicker, lighter, but your stomach flutters all the same.

“Go.” You squeeze her arm. “I’m sure you’re gettin’ somethin’ good for a ride like that.”

She scoffs. “I do this for no damn awards,” she drawls.

“Can’t all be adrenaline,” you murmur, tugging at her bandana.

That sly, smoky look creeps across her features again as the hat lifts from your head and sinks back down onto hers.. The corner of her mouth tugs upward. Her eyes dart over your face. Stepping down, she leaves you two more words and a pounding in your chest:

“It ain’t.”

[lowkeyrobin]

FOURTHGRADE ; dating hcs

warnings ; language, talk of substances, talk of like makeout stuff (not in great detail or anything but yk)

genre ; fluff

requested by ; @th0tblckgrl

masterlist

guys, he isn't dumb, he just lacks common sense I swear

he excells in tech classes and art stuff

math and science will be his downfall (real tbh)

always films you doing tricks and shit

has a whole vhs worth of film of raw, unedited footage of you two skating together (mostly you) and stupid cute shit he's caught on camera

he titles it "y/n/n <3" with a red sharpie too.

dyeing his hair w him

he never switches out that bleach & pink istg

it makes for good hangouts and stuff tho

you watch his gecko for hours while he's doing homework and shit

she's just so adorable omg

he likes you on top when you're making out and shit

he loves being straddled and being able to hold you by the waist and shit

he's not super clingy or anything but he loves his hand holding and cuddles

he has acne, and if you do too, oh my lord match made in heaven

he loves tracing your scars with his infamous red sharpie and it stains your face for almost a day lmao

he likes picking at your bacne just through impulsive thoughts

"ow! Jesus christ!"

"sorry! it was ready to pop, I swear"

dude Ray loves you two together sm

he's your biggest shipper <3

fuckshit constantly teases you two

I personally hc that fourthgrade is asexual so here's context for the next one

since he's ase (and even if you are two! me too twin) you guys don't take it all that sexual, and gets a little icked when the guys make jokes about you two fucking sometimes

most the time he laughs it off but other days he's just eughhh

and you instantly turn to whoever made the joke and silently shake your head and do the 'you're dead sign' with a respectful face iykwim

he likes staring in your eyes sometimes and getting lost in them

when he's writing movie scripts for fun, he uses you as a faceclaim (along with the other boys tbh) for whatever lead there is or the leads love intrest/best friend. everytime without fail

basically just fanfiction about you two

again like fuckshit, friendship before relationship

matching belts or band shirts

if you also dye your hair fun colors, he dyes it for you

movie nights every night I swear

getting high with him in the dead of night on a friday/saturday night >>>>

hugging him from behind too 💔💔💔

I'm not like trying to infantilize him, he's just a softie for u

stealing shopping carts and bringing them back to skate locations is just a tradition

a lot of times Ray and Fuckshit are busy and they leave ruben and stevie with you so you guys are basically a little family doing fun shit

skating around town, going to the public pool, chilling inside gas stations, renting movies, trauma dumping etc

you're literally just ruben and stevies parents

the ultimate comedy group too 💀

shit, you, fourth, fuckshit and ray are actually way too funny when you're super drunk/high at parties

like you'll be in your own corner watching over ruben and stevie playing uno and start talking about testicul bombs and radioactive cum??? (based on a true story)

alr that's all I got I hope u enjoyed LOL

[historicalvandal]

What would be casual acts of intimacy and trust with your choice of apes

Hello Anon! Thanks for the ask :PP Casual acts of intimacy you sayyy well lemme have a crack at it!

Casual acts of intimacy with Koba! So, with Koba he's not one for PDA openly, he's a private ape, keeps to himself all the time- Casual acts of intimacy with Koba usually happens when you both need comfort, a noncahalant moment of gripping your thigh whilst you ride on his horse, your arms around him from behind, sometimes he'll link his pinkie finger with yours during meals, he usually doesn't seem the type to enjoy a hug or much touch, but he possibly yearns from it if it is coming from his mate, so if you hug him upon his return from a hunting trip, gently press your foreheads together, or even press a kiss to his cheek he's usually somewhat happy unless it is in front of too many apes, he prefers to have sparing glances or touches, brushing a finger across your hand as you two go about your days! Usually an act of trust you'd mainly see between you and Koba is that you are allowed to stand on his blind side from time to time, he'll allow you to tend to his wounds, allow you to touch him or guide his hand.

Casual intimacy with Caesar - Like Koba he isn't big on PDA perhaps he will press his forehead to yours during big celebrations, his way of having casual intimacy throughout your days when your both a bit busy, if you two pass each other he tries to lock eyes with you share a look and small smile, he'll lightly touch your hand during hushed moments of speaking when the colony sit to eat together, looping his finger in your belt loops sometimes grounds him a lot, the stress of his days are usually worked out whenever he locks eyes with you, touches your hand, gently runs his fingers through your hair upon passing one another, riding his horse he prefers to sit behind you so he can keep one hand on the reigns of his horse and the other pressed firmly to your stomach, or your thigh, he's big on holding the more softer parts of his partner in moments of short passing. Acts of trust with Caesar would be allowing you to carry Cornelius, or to give Blue eyes advice, he will trust you when you hold his hand in front of many other apes trusts that you'll understand if he pulls away.

Casual intimacy with Blue eyes - Young love as Caesar has described it, usually you and Blue Eyes can't really help but touch each other, to have your hand in the others hand, casually you are allowed to sit between your legs during the times the colony will eat, the feeling of your back pressed to his chest as you both engage in conversation as you eat brings him comfort, a comforting hand on your hip as he guides you toward your next duty, he'll always have a hand on your back or shoulder whenever Cornelius is sitting in your lap and he notices you two playing, he'll casually brush hair away from your eyes, gently wiping away any tears you may shed if you get hurt or have a nightmare, feeling the softness of your cheek as he cups it in his palm running his thumb in a slow circle just so you'll meet his gaze, he's there, he'll always be there. Acts of trust would be teaching his little brother as he trusts you to teach Cornelius good things, he'll allow you to touch any of his weapons and to maintain them, another act of trust is that he'll trust you to go berry picking alone putting his faith in the skills he's taught you to keep yourself safe, even if berry picking near the colony.

Acts of casual intimacy with Noa - I personally think he's always touchy, not much experience with love yk? Well he'll hold the hem of your shirt if he's feeling nervous waiting for you to take his hand into yours, he'll have you eat at his side when eating communally with the clan probably feeding you some of his own food, tucking feathers into your hair or flowers, casually having a hand on your lower back when talking with other apes of the clan, whispering in your ear during meals, he seems like the type who may pull you into his lap during celebratory meals and keeps talking away to Anaya, his mother Dar or Soona, links his fingers with yours if his father is speaking with the both of you. Acts of trust - Allowing you to at some point do the coming of age ceremony with some other apes rather then with him, Anaya and Soona, he'd also trust you to keep his weapons clean, also one to trust you with keeping yourself safe if you've done so before becoming a member of his clan.

(actually have no clue why Proximus is so tidgy here oml-) Acts of casual intimacy with Proximus - You would borderline be his pet lmao- Not much intimacy is casual with Proximus, what he thinks is casual is having you sit on his lap from time to time, he pets your head playing with your hair if you sit at the foot of his throne, like I said nothing is that casual within the space of intimacy with Proximus, if you think having his hands all over you, touching prodding and poking, petting as well then that would be casual for Proximus, he has to have his hands on you of course he has too, your his, you are HIS pet.

Acts of trust - When he trusts you to groom him, he also trusts you to not run away when he takes you off your little makeshift leash, a massive act of trust is him allowing you to sleep in his nest/bed with him without any guards needing to stand by. Hope this is alright anon! Thanks for the ask <3

[kodydrs]

Was I Helpful? - Smoker

a/n: idk why, but cigarettes are so lana coded. hope everyone is having a good day. kisses. yk what you should totally do? should totally reply & reblog, as well as leave a request / ask in my inbox 😉

warnings : pretimeskip!smoker x pirate!reader, fxm, implied age gap, dom!smoker, sub!reader, pet names, blowjobs, oral (m.receiving), a lot of hair stroking, no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

summary : pirate!reader is caught by pretimeskip!smoker

ib : none

request : yes / no

Smoker's eyes narrowed down at you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘You're a curious one, aren't you? Always poking around where you're not supposed to be.’

You smiled sheepishly up at the Vice Admiral. Due to his insane height, he towers over you, casting a shadow over your figure. He chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. ‘I suppose it’s admirable in its own way. Not many will defy the rules as many times as you have.’

‘I don’t know if I’d call it “defying the rules”. Bending them, sure, but defying? Not really.’ You’re rocking back and forwards on your heels, hands clasped together.

This isn’t your first offence against the Marines. Stealing, damaging Marine property and threats against them were all on your list. The only problem was that this time, you’d been caught. Obviously not the first time, but the first time when it’d been by the Vice Admiral.

He folds his arms, looking at you.

‘I bet you bend a bit more than just the rules.’ Your face flushes and you start twiddling your fingers, suddenly feeling a growing urge to leave.

‘No…’ Smoker scoffs and grins.

‘I’m actually rather confident in my theory.’

Not knowing what to say, you press your lips together in a hard line. Smoker He leans in closer to you, his face just inches away from yours now.

‘I can tell there’s more to you than some lousy pirate who always targets Loguetown. And I think it’d be a shame to waste such potential.’

A shiver sprints down your spine and you bring your clasped hands to your lips, staring at the ground. His voice is smooth and deep, almost hypnotic. He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting your head up until you are forced to make eye contact with him.

‘Tell me, little girl. Why should I let you off the hook?’ You stare at his brown eyes and gasp, a sound that comes out as a quiet whimper.

‘Becaus-‘ He cuts you off mid sentence, gripping your chin tighter.

‘...Because…’ He trails off, leaning forward slightly, bringing his nose close to yours ‘...you've got something special inside you, haven't you?’

You bite your lip and nod slowly.

‘I could be helpful…’

He chuckles darkly, pulling away slightly.

‘Helpful how exactly?’ He’s teasing, running his hands along your waist gently. ‘Are you going to help me out or am I wasting my time here?’

‘I could help you find things.’ He smiles slyly, leaning in closer again.

‘Really? You think you can find what I need?’ He whispers into your ear once more, causing a shiver to run down your spine. ‘Then prove it.’

‘How?’

He brings his hand that was resting on your chin to your head, gently pushing you down to your knees. ‘Prove it.’ Your eyes widen and stare up at him, shaking by your current position. He grins, sitting back with you now between his legs. Cupping the back of your head in his hand.

‘Prove to me that you're useful, little doll.’ he says softly, bringing his other hand to run over your lips.

You nod, opening your mouth slightly and biting down on his thumb.

‘Good girl.’ He mutters, letting you go and stepping back. ‘You're definitely worth something after all.’

You hum at the praise, letting him control the motion of your head with his hand.

‘Now then…’ He continues, reaching out and grabbing both sides of your face firmly. ‘Let’s see how good you can be at listening. Open wide, doll.’

You do as told, letting your mouth fall and hang open. He smirks, pressing his thumb against your tongue as he undoes his belt with his other hands.

You watch patiently as he pulls his dick from his pants. You can practically feel your throat stretch as you look at him, saliva building up on your tongue.

‘Is that supposed to be a look of amazement on your face?’ He asks, pressing his throbbing cock against your lips. ‘Or are you just enjoying the view, little doll?’

You nod slowly, lips wet against his tip.

‘Both… sir.’

Leaning forwards so that he is hovering over you, he moves his hand out of your mouth and to your head. Without any further discussion, he presses himself into your mouth, groaning softly. You whimper around his dick, crying at the way it does in fact stretch your mouth and throat. Trying your best to take it but you gag and pull back, whispering apologies while you cough. He pulls back slightly, chuckling.

mYou're a bit too eager, doll.’ he runs a hand through your hair and it’s awfully comforting. ‘There’s no rush, so take your time to adjust.

You swallow, opening your mouth to take him again. You go down slowly this time, getting about 3 inches in before you have to pull back out.

‘Just like that, doll. Looking good.’ He praises, and you feel it go straight to your wet pussy. ‘Do your best and there’ll be no reason for me to force it all down.’

Each time, as you bob your head, you manage to take more and more of him and before you know it, your nose is pressed up against his pubic bone.

A deep groan arises from his throat and he leans back against his chair. His hand in your hair grips it tightly and his eyes close with his head back.

Now that you’d taken him all, you were set on the goal of getting him to the end. So each time you pulled him out, you’d stop at his head and suckle along the slit for a few seconds before going down again.

‘Damn, that's hot.’ He grunts, feeling the need to touch you but keeping his hands on your head. ‘Fuck, doll. Just like that.’

Your mouth is at his base when his hips buck into your mouth, making you gag around him. You stop moving for a moment before pushing past the slight sting and continuing what you were doing. Suddenly, he pulls you back off him.

‘Fuck, stop. I’m gonna cum.’ His voice is deep and broken and if it doesn’t turn you on. Innocently looking up at him, you wrap your hand around his hard cock, stroking it lightly.

‘Can I please make you cum with my mouth?’ You plead.

‘Not yet. J-Just keep doing what you’re doing.’ You pout but listen, somewhat annoyed that you’d come so far and he wouldn’t even let you finish him off properly. Bending the rules (something that you’re so very good at), you feather his shaft in kisses.

He watches you for a moment, then groans.

‘Shit...I can't take this.’ His hips starting to move on their own. ‘Just make me come. Please, doll.’ Your eyes light up and you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling and kitten licking it while still using your hand on the rest of him.

He moans loudly, his hips bucking him further into your mouth as you continue to torture.

‘Oh fuck. I’m gonna-‘ He starts, but can’t finish as he comes hard, crying out in pleasure. A high-pitch moan escapes your lips as white hot liquid shoots into your mouth, the stuff you can swallow pouring out the sides.

He gasps, panting heavily as he leans forwards and over you once again.

‘That… was amazing.’ You’re also panting, stroking him lazily while you lean your head against his thigh, kissing it weakly. He smiled at you, ruffling your hair with one hand as he pets you with his other. ‘You did great, doll. I don't think anyone could ever beat that blowjob.’

You nod again, letting go of his dick.

‘Was I helpful?’

He chuckled softly.

‘Yes, doll. Very helpful.’ He rests his hand on your head for a second before patting his lap. ‘Come ‘ere.’

It takes a minute for you to stand, but you do so with wobbly knees, moving to carefully straddling his lap.

‘You know it’s only fair if we get even now.’ She teased, rubbing 2 fingers against your clothed cunt. You groan, holding his shoulders tightly. You’re over sensitive, and he’s going to make the most of that.

He grins, moving his fingers slightly higher to your clit, pleasuring the small bud. You’re already a moan mess when he moves your panties to the side and plunges 2 fingers deep inside you, making you cry out and hide your face in his neck.

He thrusts his fingers deeply within you, reaching up to pull your head back so he can see you.

‘I love how responsive you are, doll..." He says breathily, running his hands through your hair as he keeps going.

‘Sir…’ you whimper. ‘I’m gonna cum, sir.’

‘Come for me, babydoll.’

Upon his command, you feel your orgasm unravel, making your whole body shake vigorously in his lap. He laughs softly, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping them against his pants. Your weak body flops against him and he allows you to stay like that for a while.

After a few minutes, you pull yourself together and stand, fixing your clothes as you return to the position you’d been in when you first entered the room.

‘Go on about your day, pirate.’ Smoker directs, lighting 2 cigars and waving you off. ‘But don’t let me see you again or I won’t be so kind as to let you off.’

You nod and before you know it, you’re sprinting off down to the docks of Loguetown, both of you knowing fully well you’ll be back to be helpful again.

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[montcumbry-gaytor]

Eternally yours

Hanzo x Amab!Reader x Cassidy! Smut

A/N : Anotha one, I have trouble being consistent but yk I'm getting shit done.

A/N : READER USES HE/HIM

FEM ALIGNED DNI

WARNINGS : Threesome, Smut, what is to be expected from a cowboy and an archer.

Cigar smoke and Incense, very contrasting smells, and yet they always seemed to linger around eachother, it's not something you'd expect, but it was a delightful smell.

Of course, scents weren't what you were thinking about, you were thinking about Cassidy and Hanzo, The ex-blackwatch cowboy, and the Ninja who could control dragons and abandoned his responsibilities.

At times like these you could only swoon for men like that, not only were they morally attractive, but physically too, and don't get started on personalities.

Damn- what was god putting in men these days?

Nonetheless, you carried out your day, finding either Hanzo, or Cassidy's, or both of the two's gaze on you, like lasers in the back of your skull, made it very difficult though.

You hadn't talked to either of them much, especially not Hanzo, as he was more shut off as Cassidy, who was very friendly and struck conversation with you often.

Which is how you found out Cassidy and Hanzo were dating, Through simple conversation, you listened, Cassidy had been chatting up a storm as he found you eating.

You couldn't pinpoint when exactly this crush bubbled up for the strange duo, but your heart did flips anytime you interacted with them, but you didn't want to initiate anything, taking as they were happily together, and you didn't want to change that.

The base of Overwatch was mostly empty, save for you, Hanzo, Cassidy, D.va, and Hammond, who you hadn't seen much of, but the base was big enough that it was natural.

As you traveled outside to get some fresh air, you were quickly greeted with a puff of smoke traveling your direction, bringing your eyes to the source, Hanzo and Cassidy stood, conversing as a cigar hung out of Cassidy's lip.

"Oh- My bad Partner, didn't mean to get that in your face."

"It's alright, I'm just out here to breathe."

You explained, blush tinting your cheeks as Cassidy lightly patted your shoulder.

"Me 'n Han were just talking about you, we've got something to tell you, if you'd be willin', Not right now though, we were wonderin' if you'd meet us in my Room later in the evening?"

"Oh- sure! is it anything important?"

"You could say that."

Hanzo spoke, pushing himself off the wall, coming to stand next to Cassidy, before whispering to him something unintelligible.

"Well I'll see you 'round, Han's gettin' cold."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around Hanzo's waist.

"See you tonight Cassidy, and Hanzo."

"Just call me Cole."

"Right, Cole, See you."

You said one final time, watching them both enter the building, letting you finally hear the silence, the safehouse was amazing, in an open field, it was peaceful.

You stayed out there for hours, watching time fly by, the moon coming out to shine white light on your face, bringing a chill with it, you decided it was finally time to retreat back inside.

Then your mind wandered back to your interaction with Cole and Hanzo, asking ATHENA for the time, thanking her for her response of "7:30" and wandering through the halls, Angela's medical office, a meeting room, down to the deeper parts where everyone's quarters were.

Finally, you reached Cole's room, fidgeting for a short while before knocking your knuckles against the metal door, quickly pulling away as Cole stood between the opening it had made.

"Glad you came, Make yourself at home."

He said, gesturing to his bed, both him and Hanzo we're in more casual attire, Cole's glove, Shawl, Hat, Belts, and holster were all off.

Hanzo had done the same with his belt, and his bow had been placed soundly on a shelf of Cole's, his boots taken off and sat by the door.

You had never seen them so casual, so you could say you were more awkward than normal, standing stiffly near Cole's wall.

"Why so tense? C'mon sit down, We got somethin' we wanna tell ya."

You quietly came to sit between them, keeping your hands in your lap and eyeing them down, almost as if you were shooting lasers out of your eyes.

You heard a sigh from your left, eyes flashing to Hanzo, who had his attention on Cassidy, jumping as a cold metal hand came to rest on your shoulder.

"Listen, Darlin' we don't wanna push you into any of this, but we both think you are a very good lookin' kinda man."

"-Ahem, we would like to ask you if you would, consider, becoming our partner."

Hanzo said shortly after Cole, eyeing you down, as you could do nothing more but stare down in shock with a blush lighting up your face.

"I uh- I'm not sure I understand-"

You muttered, biting your lip, eyes locking with Cole as he brushed hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek to bring you to face him.

"We like you, Darlin' we want you to date us."

You heard Hanzo hum in agreement from behind you.

"We both have deep interest with you, but only if you would like to, please."

Hanzo said, grasping one of your hands and leaving a chaste kiss on it.

"Im really surprised you feel that way, I mean since I've been pining on both of you since you joined."

You laughed under your breath, eyeing them both who raised their brows awaiting your response.

"Yes, I'd like to be you both's boyfriend."

Hearing the pleased sigh of Hanzo, and seeing the Toothy grin of Cole's, sent butterflies right to your stomach.

"does this mean I can kiss you guys now?"

You asked, looking at Hanzo, and then Cole, who grasped your chin, pulling you to kiss him, smiling as you melted into it, running a hand through his hair and tugging it gently.

You felt your muscles tense at the feeling of Hanzo kneel at your feet, hugging around your waist, causing your breath to hitch.

"You're excited."

He stated, dragging a finger down the seam of your pants, right over the forming tent in the fabric.

"I can do something about this, if you'd let me."

He added, eyeing you for an answer, smirking as you nodded in time with your erection twitching as Cole took to leaving gentle hickey's on your neck.

You couldn't help but smirk at how Cole whimpered as you gently tugged him by his hair away from your neck to kiss him once again, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

You felt hazy as Hanzos mouth met your tip, slipping down your length, running his tongue on the underside, leaving you to pull from the kiss in a helpless groan.

"Oh fuck Hanzo.. your mouth is so hot.. ah.."

You whispered, whining as he slipped a finger into your hole, easier than he expected he slipped in his ring finger in aswell and curling them towards him, pressing against your prostate as he bobbed his head on your length.

The overwhelming pleasure leaving you to lean on Cole who slipped his hands under your shirt, the warmth of his flesh hand and chill of his metal hand meeting your nipples causing your back to arch.

"Mm gonna cum! Hanzo- Please~'

You whined, moaning as Cole's lips met yours, muffling the lewd noises spouting from you as you came into Hanzos mouth, who pulled off of you before swallowing, pumping you in his hands to let you come off your high.

As you caught your breath, you sighed as you pulled Hanzo into a kiss, pulling on the ribbon in his hair, letting it fall around his face.

"You look hot like this."

You hummed, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger, turning to Cassidy, who watched you both with admiration and frustration as his erection pressed uncomfortably in his pants.

You took no time slipping off your clothes, time passing quickly as you all stripped, coming into a position as you pinned down Cole while Hanzo pressed against your backside.

"He needs little preparing, he can't bear going without something in his hole each night."

Hanzo said, watching as Cole blushed, averting his eyes, which soon closed shut in pleasure as you pushed into him, as Hanzo has stated, he squeezed around you comfortably, you smirked at the noises he made as you bottomed out into him.

The smirk soon faltered as Hanzo pushed into you, it was hot in your stomach, causing you to pant, melting into the both of them as Hanzos chest pressed into the arch of your back.

Cole's hand met your face, you leaned into it as you took the hint to move your hips, Hanzo meeting your pace to thrust in as you thrusted out of Cole, the combined pleasure made your brain feel like mush.

"Ah- shit.. "

You whined out, huffing out short breaths, which Hanzo quickly shut down by kissing the back of your neck.

"Breath."

He muttered out, leaving small hickey's in his wake, smiling in satisfaction as your breathing evened out, the feel of his facial hair scratching your skin soothed you in a odd way.

You kept your right hand holding Cole's hip, while your left one held Hanzo's left from over your shoulder, whilst Hanzos right stroked over your stomach, Cole's right clung to your shoulder, whilst the left dug into his sheets.

"Oh fuck Darlin' I'm gonna cum..."

Cole whimpered out, his chest shuddering with his shaky breaths.

"I am too- ah.. you're so tight Cole.."

You hummed, stroking his hip with the pad of your thumb, leaning into Hanzo, who's cock twitched inside of you.

Cole came first, his cum spewing onto his stomach leaking through his abs, his hole tightening around you with his release, unwillingly, your dick slipped out of him as Hanzo pulled you close to him, fucking you without mercy.

"Doesn't he look pretty like this, Cole?"

"-Fuck yeah he does Han'."

Cole hummed out, laying back as he watched you cum, the white substance leaking down your cock and spurting onto his legs, Hanzo pulled out, fucking into your thighs before his seed spilled down your legs, which quivered weakly.

Cole grabbed you by your waist, raising up to lay you on the bed, letting you catch your breath as he got up, kissing Hanzo deeply as his hand landed on Hanzos left hip momentarily.

"I'll get a towel for us, catch y'all's breath."

Cole hummed, winking at you as he disappeared into his bathroom, returning shortly after, already cleaned up as he tended to you and Hanzo, who unwantingly separated from a small cuddle you had formed.

"Hate to stop y'all from bein' cute but I want a clean cuddle pile."

Cole said, leaving kisses over you and Hanzos body as he cleaned you both up.

He tossed the towel into the floor, joining you both in the cuddle as he pulled a blanket over all of you, leaving you to shortly pass out from exhaustion

A/N : Mental illness teehee, hope y'all enjoyed, I made Cassidy use a accurate country accent because I myself am southern and cannot stand when then make him talk inaccurately

[starberrydreamx]

Lowkey a first world problem but why are there no emo guys anymore?? And I mean genuine emo, not muscular tik tok e boy, like I’m tryna get the long side swept hair studded belt twink boy kinda emo yk? Can we bring back the early 2000s (but not the homophobia, ed culture, racism, etc, just the emo boys) I’ve seen a few emo girls and they’re cute asf but no guys and it makes me sad

When I say hey emo boy hey hey hey emo boy I mean it :(

[mumifyy]

Christmas special :3❗️❗️ Gaz + Price Head cannons <3

+Sfw!!!

SFW Price 🥃

When Your decorating the house, such as the Christmas tree, he’d would help with the higher places of the tree that you couldn’t reach, like picking you up onto his back or shoulders for you to put the star on the top <3

You and him would make cookies, half the time he would eat the batter so you’d have to make a new bowl (and get some of it in his beard 🤦‍♀️

If you guys have kids, there would be tons of gifts under the tree with uneven wrapping 😭

If you guys don’t have kids there would still be gifts under the tree, from both you and him

One of the gifts being a pair of REALLY EXPENSIVE earrings / rings

You’d cry 😭

You got him a rock climbing RC car and a beard kit

He loved it 😖

After the gifts you helped him with his beard kit thingy

He was freeesshhh but then wanted to take a shower (with you lol)

The rest of the night consisted of eating popcorn and cookies and watching movies like home alone and ELF <3

SFW Gaz 🧢

Gaz would be a little different

Gaz would take you out to the mountains where he has a cabin set up for the both of you

You both would try to make sweets but fail cause of you both throwing batter at eachother 🤦‍♀️

Christmas tree would have ornaments with pictures of you and him <33

Sleepover in the living room!!!

Gaz would suffocate you in snuggles :))

He’d bring his pets def

All the pets with you and him snuggled with blankets and pillows with a movie and the fire place going (this with price too omggg)

When opening gifts you’d only bring one or two for eachother cause of how long to trip was yada yada yada

He got you some clothes and his cologne (cause you keep taking his cologne and spraying it on his hoodie so it’d smell like him 😭)

And he got you a kitty :3

You got him new boots (this mf was wearing some that STANK.)

And you also got him a puppy 😭

Both y’all cried

NSFW❗️❗️❗️

———

Price 🥃

This mf would be so vanilla 😭

Pushing inside you gently while whispering praises in your ear huskily 😵‍💫

Got me feeling kinda hot and bothered 😳

Soft at first, hard dom at the end of it

Would tie you up with his belt when you tried rubbing at your clit / covering your mouth if no clit 🤗

“Let me- ffuuck- hear you baby..”

Def cums in you

MORE THEN 2 ROUNNNDDSS 😤

Your spent after the 2nd HE AINT DONE

“Cmon you can take more yeah? Goooooddd Girl/Boy/Pet…

Aftercare consist of a bath. (Y’all do another round 😭) warm snuggles and massages :3

Missionary Fr

(No, the kids didn’t hear you.)

Gaz 🧢

Soft aswell :))

Gentle Christmas music in the backgrounddd!!!

Pounds you like a damn punching bag 😭

Doggy styleee + missionary most the time

Either has your face shoved into the pillows or shuts you up by kissing you roughly

“Fucck- baby you close? Huh answer me babe.” *Proceeds to smack your ass.*

Praise + degradation ☺️

Christmas light rope!!! (Yk where I’m going with this.)

Admired how colorful you are before absolutely eating your insides out 🤗🫶

Vanilla scented candles lit to set the mooddd!!

Aftercare is like Prices with the bath and snuggles :)) + animals

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

Damian is the kind of person who talks about their pets as someone talks about their children

Now imagine a world without hero thing, Jon notices that pretty boy in a club and they start talking together, Damian is pretty and smart, Jon likes it and they start date

But sometimes Damian says "Alfred is with my brother today" or "I let Titus with one of my sisters, I hope they remember feeding him this time" "Goliath ate a lot at the weekend, he had a stomach ache this morning"

Jon though it was a little weird because Damian looks so young for having three children already, but accept it

In the end Jon knows two things: 1 Damian has a huge family, something between six or ten siblings, Jon still doesn't know and 2 Damian has children and loves them

One night, when Damian finally decides to bring Jon at home, Jon starts making plans to get the good side of Damian's children. Damian is really special and Jon wants to make it work

And then he finds out who Alfred, Titus and Goliath truly are, pets. They are pets

That's adorable! I guess this could be a 5+1, 5 times Jon thought Damian had kids and 1 time he learned they were his pets. Or maybe a 3+1 or something...

You know for some reason I love the idea of them meeting in a no capes au and Jon falling in love with Damian, maybe Damian is accidently seducing Jon, and Damian doesn't even notice what's happening. Damian is so pretty and Jon can't seem to stop thinking about him. So Jon has to ask all his family members how to get Damian to realize he's flirting with him and they go on silly lil dates and Damian starts to fall in love with Jon and as soon as he realizes he confesses because he thinks doing otherwise would be a waste of time.

Oh what if Damian realizes his feelings because Jon bought Titus a birthday gift unprompted! That would be cute.

But back to the original prompt, it could be pretty funny if there was a focus on "Jon how did you not realize he's talking about his pets are you that dumb". Dramatic irony yk. But I don't have enough details about the setting to really imagine this properly. I went to community college but only barely, I wasn't allowed to attend any clubs without taking 2 college classes per semester and I only ever had one.

What club is it? Astronomy maybe? LGBT coalition? Rotary club? Who else is in the club and what are the dynamics at play there? Why are they in the club? What's it like?

Maybe it's not a college club but a martial arts class at the YMCA. Omg what if Damian was an instructor... Jon being in love with his hot martial arts instructor is so 🤌 💋 I'm a spirk fan you know I love homoerotic sparring. Jon accidently punches Damian in the nose & he's bleeding but he just laughs, wipes his face and licks his teeth and praises Jon for getting past his block while admonishing him for hitting his opponent's head.

Ok wait that's actually so good I might write that. Jon is attending extra classes and is pushing himself so he can get a higher belt and be in a bit of a more private class with Damian and the advanced students. Or maybe Jon is slacking off because if he advances a belt he'll have to have a different instructor.

Jon tells Damian that he's only comfortable learning from him and Damian offers to give him private lessons at his house :0!! of course Jon accepts!

[honestmouse20]

Forever thinking about Lloyd and his music taste. Kid stayed in his emo phase, even after he became the Green Ninja. It just shifted from how he dressed to what he listened to. Specifically, bc i hc the ninja to be my age (projecting lol) Lloyd grew up a little after them, late oughts. Like, probably born in 2008 ish. So he got the butt end of the grunge 20's 2k music. He Did get to experience a lot of the emo explosion of 2008- now? (idk if it's ended lol)

He listens to a lot of Linkin Park, Evanescence, Green Day, MCR, FOB, Paramore. All the big ones yk. But I think he Also likes obscure shit. You Know that ninjago has a killer scene. Think about how many times it's been destroyed. Think about people like harumi who Didn't turn out evil. They'd make bands about their experiences.

But yeah, Lloyd might be all bright and sunshiney on the outside, but in his cars/jets on the way to missions he is Jamming out. You can hear it from outside the vehicle and the others like to make fun of him for it. When They are the ones in the passenger seat with him, if he's really happy, he'll turn it up and sing along. Lloyd's actually a pretty decent singer! He's not like, get famous good, but he can sing along really well and he has a lot of fun with it when he doesn't think anyone is listening. Hearing him belt out these angsty lyrics always brings a smile to the other ninjas' faces bc it reminds them of the little emo lloyd they met back in s1 and how even though he's grown a lot, he's still the same kid at heart.

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Chapter 12 "Delicate, that's a Taylor Swift song"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, we talk about Frankie's ass, tattoos, baths with frankie, princess and catfish sickly in love, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: made a halloween playlist for Benny's upcoming halloween bash. T-Minus 15 days!! ALSO check out Princess's new instagram page (yk the mood board above, now changing every chapter, all pictures are just ideas not actually giving description to reader)

inside the world of king of your heart

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taglist: @hiroikegawa

Weddings always bring people together. But the bachelor party is what makes people friends for life. It was a 3 day weekend traveling to the mountains of Washington.

It was a guy's trip but Will thought it wouldn't be a true guys' weekend if you weren't there, you were buzzing with excitement quite literally when the first activity on the list was getting tattooed with personal call names, everyone getting it in normal places, wrists, arms, backs, but you opted for a more teasing spot. 

Frankie gives you a confused smile when the artist takes you to a private room away from the open floor plan. You waved at him cheekily before disappearing into the studio. The scratch of the needle pistoning into the flesh of your ass made you smile and start laughing. Life was fun again. You had everyone where you wanted them, not running when things got good. 

Frankie accompanied a knock on the door frame with his eyes squeezed tight. You looked at the artist and nodded an okay. Frankie steps in and shuts the curtain, he opens to you on your stomach with just a g-string on and your shirt pushed up right under the curve of your breasts. 

"How did I know that you would do this?" Frankie chuckles taking a seat across from you.

"You say I'm just so predictable." You smile sweetly, Frankie was trying to calm himself seeing you half-naked. It wasn't supposed to be sexual, he's seen everything without the sexual context but you laid out on the chair getting 'Princess' inked into your skin forever aroused him. 

"That you are," Frankie spreads his legs further apart, and you bite back a giggle when you see the hard-on he had. When the artist finished cleaning up your skin and adding some Aquaphor to the ink before leaving you to get some aftercare supplies, you walked up to the full-length mirror, your Vans showing your ankles off deliciously, the studio lighting contours your curves, you popped out your hip holding your phone at an angle to snap a photo your plump ass branded with the fucking call name. Frankie was just in awe looking at how gorgeous you were and that you were his. 

You took a couple of pictures, a smile on your face walking over to Frankie. You straddle his lap, grabbing his hands and placing them on the top of your ass. "Smile for the camera Frankie" You cooed, arching your back to mold into him and turning your toros to face the mirror, snapping a picture displaying your tattoo with Frankie's hands feeling you up. 

Frankie helps you get dressed before the artist comes back with your aftercare kit. You showed off the tattoo to the guys with a zoomed-in picture, you had a smile on your face that Frankie hadn't seen in a long time. Genuine happiness to be with your friends, the loving princess coming back after months of hatred.

"You're a genius, Princess. Alright, I want mine on my ass," Benny started to unbuckle his belt, stripped down to his underwear. You squeal out a laugh and slap your hand over your eyes. Will and Pope tell Benny to put his clothes back on. Will threw the jeans at Ben who was trying to argue that if you can do it then so can him. "C'mon guys I need someone to match with me," You tried to help Ben's case. 

Then everyone looked to Frankie, "Fuck no. I'm not doing it," Frankie shakes his head and backs away. The guys looked at you and waited for you to break down Frankie. "Please...for me?" You stick out your bottom lip and walk over to Frankie swaying your hips. 

You stand in front of him and start taking off his belt. Frankie stands at attention and is fighting with himself on the inside. "I'll let you lick my tattoo and I'll lick yours," You stood on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear. Frankie felt his face flush and his pants tightened around his thighs. 

"I'll do it...You're one hell of a negotiator, could've used you in the service." Frankie breaks and you laugh at how simple men are, Frankie can be broken down by sex. You spin around on your heels and smile at the guys.

"Boys, he's gonna do it," You announced, Ben was getting his arm tatted and holding onto Pope's hand quickly dropping it when you looked at them. Will was sitting and waiting for all of this to be over. 

Frankie sighs when he is escorted to the privacy studio. You follow right behind and take a seat in front of Frankie.

"The shit I do for you," Frankie grunts when the needle starts buzzing into his plump...yes...plump ass. You whistled when you saw his skin jiggle from the vibrations. When his tattoo was finished you called everyone in for a show. 

"Catfish has a fat ass," Benny is marveled by Frankie. 

"Okay. That's it shows over." Frankie carefully pulls up his underwear and jeans. "I'll be looking forward to your end of the bargain, Princess."

The weekend started with a simple dinner then stopping at a bar for drinks. Will didn't want anything crazy for a bachelor party, just everyone chilling out in the mountains. It was romantic almost, you and Frankie got a separate cabin from the rest of them. You would end the night with a bottle of wine and Frankie running your bath. He went all out for the last night in Washington. 

You walk into the bathroom, illuminated by the soft amber glow of the candles, milky water, and roses in the bath. An expensive bottle of champagne waiting for you. 

"You're getting too soft on me, Catfish," You giggle when he starts to unzip your black tube dress that you wore for the big party night. You and Frankie dipped on the rest of them after a couple of drinks, all Frankie wanted to was go back and unwind with you. He would've waited until the party was over but you started to get too drunk, trading drinks with random people at the bar and then proceeding climbing on top of Frankie after making Pope take a picture of just you. 

"You know we call you 'Princess' for a reason?" Frankie chuckles when you slurred- whatever man- you grab the bottle of champagne and sip from the bottle. You were trying to let Frankie be a boyfriend and spoil you. It was an internal battle with your heart and your brain, you want the romance but the logical side says it's too much. 

Frankie helps you step and submerge into the bath, you rest your arms on the side of the tub holding the bottle in your right hand. He slips the hair tie from your wrist, brushing your hair with his fingers and getting your hair out of your face. Small tendrils of hair escape from the ponytail, framing your face. Frankie loved how he could see every detail of your face and the curve of your neck going down to your shoulders. You always look so delicate when you show your natural features when he helps you take off your makeup. 

"What?" You murmured closing your eyes, loving the feeling of the hot water at your favorite temperature. Frankie kisses the top of your head. "I think you look so delicate with your hair out of your face." Frankie's eyes dance around your face. 

"Hmm...delicate, that's a Taylor Swift song...I used to..." You spew nonsense, your mind growing tired from the night you had and the champagne making you feel fuzzy.

"Used to what?"

"Cry to it after we slept together..." You had enough liquid courage to open your heart to Frankie. You remember hearing it when you were shopping for lingerie after the first sleeping with Frankie. When you and him were breaking the rules, you fell in with the lyrics and then started connecting to your life. 

Frankie didn't know if he should be upset about the fact he was a reason for your crying or be flattered that you let your heart swim out to him. 

"Why?" 

"Just thought it fitted us...the girl going for the guy." You opened one eye and smiled at Frankie who had a shy smile on his face. You were right again. You were the one to take a step forward, even if it was asking for sex but here he was sitting on the floor of the bathroom keeping you company while you were in the bath after a night out with the friends. Taking care of you, cherishing your drunken truthful mind sharing your thoughts, and taking in your beauty in the candle glow. 

"You got me, baby," Frankie could see the tears stream from your eyes. You were swimming deep in emotions. You are safe, you have Frankie. Nothing else matters in the world. Could you swim out too far and Frankie gets tired of swimming? You blink away the tears and stare at the ceiling. Why does being in love have to hurt?

"How can you love me after everything?" You say not looking at Frankie. He holds his breath, loving you was easy. It was like breathing. Frankie just loved you, he had to love you or he wouldn't survive. 

"Despite everything you did to me...you are the love of my life and I can't help but love you. You know how love is...it makes you wear rose-colored glasses, and I'll wear them for the rest of my life if that means you are mine." Frankie didn't care that he was insane for getting back together with you. It was easy. You were easy. You are different from every person he knows—a woman with intimacy issues and a bleeding heart for the one person she wants. 

You rolled your head to the side and looked at Frankie, he was insane. The restlessness was clawing from deep inside you but diminished when Frankie stopped being just a friend. He is your life now. Your partner who loves you for everything good and bad that comes with you. 

"I am so sorry, Frankie...for everything. You didn't deserve any of that. I want you to know how fucking sorry I am. I love you." Your voice coated with a sob stuck in your throat. Do your words matter at this point? You tell him that you love him but is it enough?

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hi can I request sub Sally x fem reader?

The two of you were in a club, when Sal was flirting with a girl as you weren't giving him attention so you dragged him to a room, locking the door and YK what comes next

Brats.

[Sub!Sal Fisher X F!Reader]

[Warnings: general smut, edging, light bondage, handjob, teasing, oral, MINORS DNI]

[AN: it’s been,,, a while,,, hello,,,, ALSO I really don’t see Sal as the kind of guy to flirt with someone just to make you upset. But for the sake of it here we are! Sorry this took so long, admittedly I’m in like a semi-hiatus with actually doing stuff for my blog.]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Sally? Being a brat? How fascinating. He’s quite the social butterfly. Not necessarily introverted, but he likes to keep to himself at times.

For him to get jealous over you not giving him attention, or rather frustrated? Not that hard of a feat to accomplish.

He doesn’t like clubs and neither do you. For you to just ignore him? When he’s right there? How dare you?

It doesn’t take long for you to see him and watch him as he charms some ditzy woman. She’s receptive to him and really hanging off his every word. Though, he doesn’t let her physically touch him, nor does he let her go any further. That would be disrespectful and outside of the bounds of your relationship.

You fall down between his legs and caress his strong thighs as you lick your lips.

You bring him to a storage room and lock the door. You know this is what he’s wanted all night-you can feel it. He’s tented in his pants.

“You think you’re being cute, huh?” You ask as you sit him down on one of the crates.

Sal nods slightly. “I am cute,” he replies. “Not my fault other ladies think so too.”

You roll your eyes at him in loop his belt from his jeans. You grab at his wrists and secure them together with the belt. Not too tight, but just enough to give him an idea of what awaits when you two get home. Usually, you would wait until you get home but…

Poor thing might explode if you don’t touch him soon.

“Don’t touch me,” you say as you unzip his pants. You waste no time in fishing his cock out and stroking him. He’s so hard already. You chuckle as you look up at him.

“You’re so naughty.”

Sal blushes under his mask and looks away. The way your thumb swirls over his tip makes his heart flutter. “Reader,” he moans softly.

You quirk a brow up. “Uh-uh, what do we say when you’re getting your attitude adjustment?” Sal never caves this fast—especially when he feels like being a brat.

He proves you right by looking down at you and shaking his head. Still, he bucks his hips upwards for you to stroke him faster.

You tsk your tongue and shake your head. “Naughty, naughty, naughty,” you repeat as you take your hand off his cock.

Sal groans. “C’mon,” he sighs. “Just—just touch me.”

You look right through him. “Are you going to call me the right thing then?”

When his gaze refuses to meet yours, you move upwards and rest a hand on his thigh to support your weight. Your other hand moves to hold his chin and then his gaze directly towards you. “Sally?” You coo sweetly.

His shoulders drop slightly due to being broken so quickly but he nods. “Yes, Miss Reader,” he finally answers.

“Good boy.”

“Don’t touch me,” you say as you unzip his pants. You waste no time in fishing his cock out and slowly rub his shaft.

You rub him just a bit faster before you lick your lips. Slowly, your tongue pokes out and swirls at his tip. You've always loved how he moans and squirms underneath you.

He's already got precum beaded at the tip.

You know he wants to cum. You slide your tongue down his cock and bob your head. Your gaze reminds him not to touch you even though his bound wrists are twitching towards you.

Gods, he wants to be buried inside of you.

You giggle softly as his moans grow louder and louder.

Your hands gently squeeze his balls and his shaft as you try to coax him closer and closer to his release.

"Oh, oh Miss Reader I-" Sal lets his head tip back as he gently bucks his hips upwards to shove himself further down your throat. It's a gentle thrust - he knows that you have full authority in this situation. The music from the club pounds against the door.

You gently scrape your teeth along his cock which sends shivers down his spine.

"I-I, oh fuck I'm going to cum-" he breathlessly moans as he bucks his hips up harder.

That's all you need to hear. With a small grin, you pull off of him and leave him with one last lick.

"Come on!" He cries out in annoyance.

You start putting your brat back together so he's presentable. "You gotta learn how to behave," you giggle as you press a kiss to his lips after moving his mask upwards just a bit. You love how his blush ignites.