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moon7jay · 1 year ago

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i had a hoon hard thought and was wondering if you could elaborate or add anything to it 🤭

but imagine being needy and straddling him, then you start grinding so he holds on to your ass to guide you and press you harder on him, while whispering “such a slut, baby. all for me yeah?”

Please u have no idea how much hoon would love to feel desired. Desiring u is one thing, he desires u all the time but when the initiative is coming from you?? Man loses it point blank.

Imagine ovulating and being so horny, all u need is something hot and heavy in ur leaking pussy to satisfy it. But you're a little shy to voice out ur desires to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who's looking so fucking hot, manspreading on your couch just scrolling through his phone like the bulge in between his legs isn't making u a hot mess. You'd be rubbing your thighs, trying to get some sort of relief but the more u watch him, the more slick gets pooled in your underwear.

U want to be breeded and u want it now. Mind clouded by lustful thoughts and pussy burning up from the inside, u finally make ur way to sunghoon's unsuspecting figure and snatch away his phone. He instantly looks up at you, eyes questioning, but u don't give him a chance to voice out his queries as u throw his phone to the side and straddle him. As soon as your pussy feels his bulge against it, u moan. A literal, pornographic moan.

To say that sunghoon is shocked would be an understatement. But he's more turned on than he's shocked. The way you dig your nails in his shoulders and grind your hips in an attempt to find some friction against him is starting to get him hard underneath you. Your eyes are unfocused and hazy with lust, biting your lower lip raw, just wanting to feel his cock in u, just wanting him to pleasure u.

You don't even ask for permission and start undressing his lower half, hands shaky and desperate to get him naked.

Sunghoon bucks his hips up to help u take his pants and boxers off, hissing when u instantly start rubbing his cockhead against your clit

His hands wrap around your body, groping your ass, watching u have the time of your life just using his hard cock

Both of you watch how your pussy juices drip down the length of his hard dick, the sight so hot it makes sunghoon groan

"Put it in baby" he whispers, dark eyes meeting yours.

You don't need to be told twice. When it comes to sex, words don't need to be exchanged between u both. It's like a mutual understanding and reciprocation of desire and lust. When he needs ur pussy, u part ur legs and offer him your cunt to fuck into. When u need his dick, he silently watches u use his cock like your favorite dildo.

U slam your hips down onto his length, taking him whole inside your hungry cunt. silent curses fall from his lips while u moan in utter satisfaction. This. This is what ur cunt had been craving. It doesn't take u long to find a rhythm and grind your hips, moving up and down on him like a God damn pornstar. Both of you maintain eye contact, fucking as much through the gaze as u do with your bodies.

"such a fucking slut for me" he groans, kneading your flesh and guiding your hips to move faster on his cock. His hips thrust upwards on instinct, primal lust taking over his senses. He wants to bath in your pussy juices, the pleasure your wet hot cunt is providing him making his eyes roll back in ecstasy

"so fucking needy u would have fucked anything and anyone who was willing to give it to u, wouldn't u baby? " He asked, feeling hot at the prospect of you riding another man. It was wrong, he knew that, and he would never allow u to touch another man when he was there to please u but the thought of watching u take ur lust out on another male's body just turned him on beyond belief.

He also knew u felt the same way, with how tight your pussy clenched around him at his words.

"mhmmm Jesus-just needed a d-dick" u moan, squeezing your boobs, sliding up and down on his cock, angling your hips in such a way that his cock made out with your cervix everytime u slammed your hips down. His hips were meeting your every movement, making hot while lust course through your veins

"yeah? I'm just a dick for u to fuck on aren't i?" He moaned when you started bouncing faster, nails digging into his neck

"yeah, yeah, fuck yeah it feels so good hoonie" u whined and moaned, your head thrown back in pleasure, feeling your high approaching the more u slammed down on his aching dick, his cock stroking your insides just right

"fuck yeah fuck on me baby, use my fucking dick" Sunghoon panted, just babbling whatever came to his mind, the pleasure beginning to pool at the pit of his stomach

"Keep fucking it, keep milking it"His fingers dug into your hips, moving u faster, harder, lifting his hips up to fuck into u deeper

"That's right baby grind your slutty hips on me, make yourself cum, make yourself fucking cum"

The constant filth spewing from his mouth was enough to push u over the edge. A loud moan leaving your lips, your hips halting into a slow grind, your orgasm washing over you like hot caramal chocolate, you could taste it on the tip of your tongue

"fuck yeah, squeeze me like a fucking whore" The knot in sunghoon's stomach snapped upon feeling your wet pussy clenching like crazy, the tightness being too much for him to endure. He thrust his hips up into ur creamy cunt to fill u up to the brim

"such a creamy fucking cunt" he groaned, moving and grinding your genitals together to make the most of your orgasms. You were far from done tho, the heat in your pussy only increasing the more u fucked on him. But sunghoon wasn't complaining, he kept fucking and sucking until u were too tired to do so, passing out in exhaustion and sleeping with your boyfriend's dick wrapped in your warm heat.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen #enha #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard thoughts

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vanessaedp · 1 year ago

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141 + König reacting to you taking off your mask.

taking off ur bally 😜😜✌️✌️😗😗🫶🫶

warnings: fluff, british slang 😛

FLASHING GIF WARNING

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Price

He had known the reason why you wore a balaclava and if he's honest. He hadn't ever expected you to take it off.

That was until today.

It was a simple mission really, do some fancy dress up party and poison the target.

However, to get into the party you need to have a partner

So, you and Price partnered up and went to the party as a fake couple. You wore a simple red dress and he wore a tuxedo.

The day before the mission he approached you. "Planning to paint your mask to match the dress, Sergeant?" He joked.

"No sir." You shake your head. "Actually, I wasn't going to wear it at all but now that you say that I might have another idea." You scoff at Price's dissapointed expression.

On the day of the mission you and Price are sat in a vehicle, he's running through the mission with you and take your mask off.

His look alone sent shivers down your spine. You expected him to look at you with horror or disgust but to your suprise he looked at you with admiration.

"Bloody hell, your beautiful, sarge." He said, his voice raspy and his throat dry.

"Don't get too excited, captain." You laugh.

Ghost

You and Ghost had some things in common.

You both were traumatised at a young age and you both wore masks.

He cared for you somewhat. Like how he cared for Soap

Except he liked you more.

During this mission it hadn't gone well. You had a bullet graze the side of your head and now you were splayed across the concrete floor with Ghost surrounded by mangled metal.

"Wheres the bleeding?" Ghost checked everywhere.

"My head." You mutter, turning your head to show a dark patch on your mask.

"May I?" Ghost's fingers hooked under your mask as if he was going to rip it off anyway.

You furrow your brows and roll your eyes. "It's not like I have a bloody choice, i'm bleeding to death you tosser."

Ghost grumbles something under his breath before peeling the mask off and placing it beside your head.

You swear you see his eyes widen the teeny tiniest bit. His eyes trail down your face for a split second before setting on your bleeding skull. "Right.." He says with a sigh, his voice hoarse.

"Enjoying the view?" You scoff, wincing when he starts treating your wound.

"You wish." He mumbles, his gaze flickering down to your face and lingering there for a few seconds.

Soap

You and Soap had been dating for 3 years. Not once have you taken your mask off.

He doesn't mind but all he wants is for you to trust him.

Soap allowed to stay off while you were recovering from a near-death experience. His left arm was hanging on by a thread after being abushed in a mission. He survived and is now on drugs so he can handle the pain.

You visited after his deployment to see how he was. He acted like a drunk man when he saw you, probably from the drugs.

"Who the feck are you..?" He slurred, his head lolling to one side. "My girlfriend won't be happy to see this.." He mutters.

You giggle and take a seat beside his bed. "I am your girlfriend, Johnny." You look down at his leg. It's stitched neatly. You grimace for a moment. You can handle all the gore in the world but your boyfriends? Now thats a different story.

You hear his heartbeat monitor pick up. "You wha?" He asks, his voice higher pitched and his brows raised.

"I'm your girlfriend." You slowly place a hand on his face.

"Fucking hell." He mutters, his eyes wide. "Are you sure? I'm abit of a twat." He shuffles, trying to sit up however you place a hand on his chest and push him back down.

"If I wasn't your girlfriend would I do this?" You hesitantly lift your mask up and lean close, kissing his cheek. You do this because he'll probably forget about it but its precious to see his reaction anyway.

"Fuck me sideways." He says under his breath, looking at you with admiration. His eyes stare at your eyes then the little scar on your left eyebrow. Then the burn scar shaped like a cross. Presumably from a branding iron. He then stared at your lips. He licked his then spoke.

"Can you do that again? But on my lips this time."

Gaz

"Listen i'm so sorry.. I don't even know how this happened I swear i'll fix it." Gaz protested. He accidentally ripped your mask while in a sparring match, thankfully you covered your face before anyone else saw.

"Gaz, it's fine." You say a little sarcastically. Sure, you were pissed he had ripped your only mask but he offered to fix it so there wasn't much point in being annoyed with him. "I want it fixed by tomorrow."

"Of course. I promise it'll be fixed." He even pinky swore on it.

After a long 12 hours of being in your room without letting anyone in with fear that they will see you without your mask you hear a knock at the door. "Gaz?"

"I've got your mask. Can I come in." He asks, twisting the door knob.

"Alright.." You mumble and sit up. Watching the door open and Gaz step in, he shuts it behind him and stops dead in his tracks when he sees you.

"Christ." He swallows hard. "You don't really need this mask, do you? It's only a silly balaclava." He waves it around.

"Kyle give it here." You hold your hand out and Gaz sighs, walking up to you and handing it over. He visibly tenses up when your hand brushes against his.

"So does that mean you'll wear it less around me?" He sounds excited, his eyes fixed on your face as you slipped the mask back on.

"Don't get your hopes up, mate. Thanks for fixing it though." You stand up and give him a wink, hitting his shoulder playfully.

König

"Jesus christ how do you wear your hood for so long." You sigh, blowing raspberries through your lips and lifting the bottom of your mask up to let some air through.

It was a heatwave at the base and you were MELTING

"Mine's baggy. More airflow." König stared down at you, his arms folded across his chest. "Why don't you take it off?"

"Fuck off you manky wank-stain." You laugh, shaking your head. "Bloody hell." You whine, the heat irritating you.

"I have a spare hood if you want it, liebe." He offered. "Come." He gestures for you to follow him and you do. He takes you to his room and he rumages through his drawer, tossing you a shirt with two holes in it.

"The bloody hell is this?" You giggle, looking at the massive shirt. "Your a size.. XXL?" You look at the tag.

"Just put the shirt on, selbstgefällig." He rolls his eyes which widen when he sees you take your mask off. It was truly a beautiful sight. Your cheeks pink and flushed from the heat, some strands of hair stick to your forehead. It was all interrupted when you slipped the shirt over your head.

"Schatz.." He mumbles. "Your very pretty, you know. You don't need it." He holds his head low.

"Thank you, König thats very kind of you." You smile under the shirt and adjust it. "Thanks for the hood aswell." You step forward and cup where you think his face is from under the mask. "I'll wear this more often."

You leave the room, leaving König flustered, flabbergasted and head over heels in love.

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here u go pookies come here and kiss me

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fanfiction4sooya · 3 months ago

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omg hiiiii i love ur writing sooo much! can i request a choerry smut? no specific requests, do what you like!

Sorry for taking so long and thank you for the request, love! 💖And Well, this idea of stalker sister in law Choerry is in my mind for ages now so I decided to write it down.

cw: stalking, illegal filming, choerry is way too mean, cursing, size kink, monster strap (10 inch), fingering, packing, implied hunter & prey dynamics, dubcon, cheating, hard tit play, reader loves pain, lots of hard biting, spitting, marking, spanking, scratching, etc. Not really proofread so if you see any mistakes... no you didn't.

Men and minors dni

It started lightly, her eyes scanning you a lot more than they should, her hand going to your hips every time she passed by you, her always following you with her eyes whenever you had someone else over, etc.

The thing is: Choerry is gorgeous, undeniably so. Her face and body are heaven made and that sly little smirk of her gets you all flustered anytime it's directed towards you. She always seemed to know something you didn't, but you really didn't know why.

So of course you felt guilt creeping up on you every time she did anything of provocative nature. You loved your brother and you wanted him happy and even though she was a menace, she did all that for him and you couldn't break the idea of a happy family from him like that, so you just remained silent and the farthest from her possible.

So much that he really thought you hated his wife so he'd always bug you about it.

"Come on, you two and mom are the most important people in my life" He leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, arms crossed under his chest. "Would you consider being nicer to her?" He asked, concern filling his eyes.

"I'm not being mean to her" You rolled your eyes at him.

"You are not being nice to her as well" He said, frustration evident on his voice. "She is trying, come on. Stop being so distant, give her a chance" He huffed and you sighed, scratching your forehead with your eyes closed. You knew he wouldn't budge. "we'll go to our anual family trip and this time promise me you'll be nice to her" He pleaded. He really loved her.

Oh you were such a bitch.

"Will you stop annoying me with that matter?" You said, looking up from your computer and he nodded.

"I swear to god I will!" He said, knowing you'd break any time soon.

"Okay, okay..." You said. "I'll be nice to her, I promise" He smiled pulling you up in a bear hug.

"Thanks sis, you are the best" He ran out of your room all smiley.

You took a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs with much needed oxygen.

"Nothing is going to happen, relax" You sat on your bed, trying to take your mind off of any possible dirty thought.

For your surprise, you wouldn't be attending the trip due to a important presentation that you needed to get ready for, much for your brother's disappointement (and your relief).

You didn't need the temptation of having Choerry provoking you with her little lewd acts, making you dream of her between your legs and all the other fucked up stuff one could possibly think of. You were away from her. You were safe.

The weekend came by quickly and without much fuss your family left, leaving you all alone for the next five days. You studied, ate a little and overall just rehearsed over and over until you couldn't anymore.

Looking at the time, it was already 7pm and you realized nothing more would enter your brain so you decided to just taker a shower and relax eating a pizza.

You put your order up, going straight to the shower.

The warm water hit your back, relaxing your tense muscles and creating a cozy enviroment for you to close your eyes for a moment and allowing you to finally think of the problem you avoided by not going on the family trip. She would be there to tempt you, to taunt you and haunt your dreams like a predator haunting it's prey.

She knew how much she affects you, you were sure of it; and still, she basked on the feeling of being rejected by you, on the way you avoid her gaze but goes completely silent whenever she touches your waist or say anything right by your ear...

Uncounsciously your hand slipped down between your legs, making you tremble when it touched your sensitive clit.

"Fuck" You muttered, feeling the slick between your folds. You circled your clit with your middle finger, eyes still closed in concentration thinking of her, torn between shame and arousal.

You moaned louder than the first few whimpers, realizing you could be loud all you wanted because you were by yourself; your free hand grabbed one of your boobs with brute force as an attempt to make yourself cum soon, since you had a pizza to get downstairs and you were so needy you needed to get off quickly.

Your hips jolted a bit, feeling your orgasm built in your belly; a string of moans and curses leaving your hips as you frantically circled your clit, squeezing your whole boob with your hand. You came hard, losing all strenght you had on your legs and sliding to the floor, pulsing and aching for more, almost crying in frustration. Jerking off wasn't enough anymore. You needed someone.

You needed her.

After a few minutes you went out of the shower, wrapping a towel over your body and one on your hair, humming something on the way to your room.

The scream you let out was loud, terrifying.

In your bed was her, sprawled out like a magazine cover, mindleslly scrolling through your phone on her side, wearing a plaid skirt and a tank top that barely covered her chest.

"W-what are you doing here?" You said . Not that you prefered her exactly, but she wasn't supposed to be in town and it was better her than a thief or a stalker inside your house.

"Oh, hello" She said, sitting down and crossing her legs. "Your brother didn't tell you, right?" She devilishly smiled, getting up. Her eyes scanned you up and down as she walked towards you, making you clutch your towel. "He planned for me to stay with you this weekend since you wouldn't attend the family trip" She put her hands behind her body, leaning closer to you. "He even called it a girl's weekend"

You were sure she could read your mind, but still you tried to reject her.

"I don't want you here" You said, gulping when her eyes got serious and that dangerous smile didn't leave her lips.

"Your brother told me you would be nice" She said between her teeth, her face getting closer to yours.

"I said that so he'd leave me alone" You said with your chin up, defying her, rejecting her so she'd leave. She smiled wider.

"Good" Choerry bit her lip, straightening her back. "I don't like nice girls" She said, turning around. "I'll wait for you downstairs so we can watch a movie"

"We are not-" You tried telling her but she was already gone. Huffing, you closed your eyes as you felt the wetness between your legs.

After cleaning yourself, you dressed your light purple pajamas you were planning on before your little visit decided to show up, not minding in putting underwear or a bra at all; If she was going to be there anyway, you'd rather be comfortable. It was your house and not hers.

Going downstairs you saw her sitting on the couch, already deciding on what you two were going to watch. She turned to you, and you swore to yourself you saw her eyes darkening as they roamed around your body, stopping on your tits.

"Stop staring at me" You said, sitting on the other side of the couch and she raised her eyebrows.

"Why?" She simply asked in an amused tone.

"You make me uncomfortable" Grabbing a pillow to hug closer to your chest, you tucked your legs under your body as to hide from her predatory gaze.

She didn't say a thing, choosing the movie without asking you anything at all. She chose The Handmaiden and you didn't complain, you were dying to watch that movie and well, you didn't know she chose it for a very specific reason...

🌸🌸.

The air felt dense when that part of the movie came up, catching you by surprise. You didn't move and were barely breathing, scared she could feel how aroused you were. Contrary to what you've thought, she couldn't read your mind but your body language; your shallow breaths and the way your hand clung to the pillow while you squeezed your legs so so lightly it was almost impossible to get anything from that stimulation alone. In the movie the two protagonists were panting, moaning, screaming and-

The doorbell.

You quickly got up, running for your life like a deer on a dark road. It was the pizza guy. You got so caught up in avoiding your brother's wife you didn't even remember you had orderd pizza almost an hour ago. "Hi, I'm sorry for making you wait for so long" He said, apologetic. "My bike broke down in a place with really bad phone service" He scratched his head with his free hand.

"Oh, no problem at all" You smiled at him, feeling bad. "It happens" You shrugged.

"Here, take it" He said. "It's on the house" Blinking at you, he got a bit closer to give you the pizza. His eyes quickly scanned the cotton pajamas that clunged to your body, almost too revealing.

"What?" You grabbed the box. "No, let me pay you-" You were about to say as Choerry appeared right behind you, her body felt bigger as she leaned on the door frame.

"Take your money and leave" She threw cash at him with one hand, pulling you into her with the other, a yelp leaving your lips. "She is not interested" The guy frowned.

"My bad, I didn't know she was taken" He raised his hands and she scoffed.

"But she is, now fuck off" She closed the door on his face after pulling you out of the way. Your knees buckled with the feeling of her possessiveness over you, with her warm hand around your waist and her heavy breath on your ear.

"I'm not taken and get away from me" You sounded so unsure she scoffed.

"Why?" Her nails sunk on your tummy over your pajama top and you shivered. "Are you afraid you might do something you'll regret later?" She whispered, her breath fanning over your neck and you rolled your eyes as arousal hit you like a bullet.

You pulled yourself from her, going to the kitchen to put the pizza there and to get away from that vile creature. Choerry smiled, the thrill of chasing you getting her so wet she could feel her panties dampening.

The raven haired woman followed you to the kitchen; her steps precise, stopping right behind your body and pressing you against the counter. You felt something hard poking your ass, making you panic a little.

"What-" You started saying but you felt her firm hands grab your breasts as if they were made of plastic. Rough, needy and raw. "You are hurting me" You whimpered but you both knew it wasn't a whimper of pain. Far from that, to be precise.

"I know you like it when it hurts" She panted, biting on your neck with force as well and you trembled, a full moan slipping off of your pretty lips. "I've seen it over and over" Her hips kept a grinding motion over your ass, gropping and biting you all over.

"Please, stop..." Your lips said, but your mind kept screaming that you needed her. "My brother..."

"Your brother won't ever know I fuck his littler sister because she is a little pain slut who can't seem to get of properly by herself" She said in a mischievous tone, sucking dark spots on your neck while moaning on your ear. "You sounded so good today in the shower, fuck" She sucked a dark spot on your neck, almost growling onto your ear. "I am going to watch it again when I'm by myself"

You froze.

How did she know about the shower? Watch it again? Did she record you?

Pushing her away, you tried to run but your wobbly legs wouldn't let you go far and you fell face first on the living room's carpet.

"Yes, little one" She pulled you by the hair with so much force it lifted your face from the carpet. "Run from me as much as you possibily can" She gropped a fistfull of your ass and you moaned, tears pooling on your eyes. She turned your body around, locking your wrists above your head and straddling your waist.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked but she forcibly kissed you, biting your lower lip and making you whimper loudly. "God, f-fuck" It was all you managed to say when she kissed down your neck.

"I am doing this because it is what you want me to do" She held your cheeks between her fingers as you panted, trying to close your legs so she wouldn't find the wet spot in your shorts. "This cat and mouse game trying to keep me away only made me want you more and you know it"

She kissed you again, a hand squeezing down your neck and the other going down inside your shorts as your eyes rolled far back. She hissed when fingers found your folds covered in slick, and you moaned, squeezing her muscular arm as two fingers invaded you in one go.

"You don't want me touching you here, right?" She asked and you shook your head no, eyes closing in pleasure due to her fingers curling inside you and her other hand chocking you. "Lying whore" The hand that previously squeezed your neck slapped your breast so hard you almost came, your pussy clenching on her fingers.

She took her fingers off of you, both hands pulling the straps of your top so roughly they broke. She smiled.

"I always knew your breasts were sensitive, little mouse" She gropped them, pulling your nipples with blunt force. You screamed. That was too much, too much... and you wanted her to keep going, mind hazy with lustful thoughts, your poor brother long forgotten. "I like to watch you when you touch yourself because you always squeeze them to try getting off but it's too little for you, huh?"

"Please Choerry, please" Tears slid beautifully from your eyes as she slapped your bare breasts, each smack harder. Your skin was on fire and you were loving every single second of it.

She did it about 4 times each and you didn't even realize you were cumming all over your light purple shorts, the material getting dark all over the surface your arousal could reach.

You were trembling, shaking, crying, all at the same time. Your neck all marked up in darkening spots, tits burning and pulsing, pussy clenching around nothing... you were a mess. And she was yet to fuck you. Pulling you up as if you were nothing but a rag doll she lifted your ass up, forcing your face down. You tried to run again, and she scoffed, pulling you by the hair.

"Now that you know I like chasing you, you'll keep doing it right?" She pulled your shorts down, letting go of your hair to pull your ripped top over your head too, leaving you completely naked and ready for her to take. "Look" She made you kneel by her side as she did the same, lifiting her skirt up to show you the big strap she was packing.

"It's too big" You pulsed when her eyes glimmered.

"You'll make it fit" She grabbed you by the hair. "Now suck" She pulled your face down roughly, your lips finding the tip of that grotescally huge thing.

It was at least 10 inches and girthy, so much that your cheeks were puffed as you tried pushing your face lower. Choerry held you by the hair, not moving her hips, but her eyes were on your pretty lips wrapped around her cock, drooling on her lap and thighs, making a mess.

"Fucking slut..." She growled when you gagged, not able to put it all in your mouth. "I've been wanting to do this for so long" She pushed your head further down and you gagged again, your pussy dripping on the carpet. She pulled you off of the faux cock, immediately kissing your plump lips as you tried your best to breathe.

"You are going to take me so well" Her kisses descended from your lips to your chest area that were covered in your drool, as you tangled your hands on her locks. Licking your nipples she let out a moan of satisfaction when her eyes found the dark spots on your neck.

It seemed like she knew you with the back of her hand as you felt her teeth envelope your nipple, biting and tugging with precise force to make you cry out.

"Oh my god, oh m-" You whinced when she did the same with the other, slapping the one she just bit.

"Fuck baby" She turned you around, pushing your head down again. "Will you let me do as I please?" She said on your ear, her fingers grabbing the skin of your ribs and tugging at it to bring you pain and mark you on the process.

"No" You said and she slapped there, making you yelp.

"I will use you anyway, you slut" She said, spitting on the fake thing. You shook your head no but she was already positioned behind you, sweat dripping from her face. "Look at this little whore hole" She plucked two fingers inside of your pussy, panting in anticipation, smearing your wetness all over her fake shaft.

It was so girthy it was hard to wrap her fingers around it and she smiled. Oh you were going to take her so well.

"Your pussy is so little, fuck..." She tapped your slit with it and you moaned, grabbing the carpet under you as to try bracing yourself.

But well, nothing could have prepared you for the amount of pressure and pain a 10 inch dildo could bring. She was only halfway in but it was already too much.

"Please, it hurts" You rolled your eyes far back in your skull and she smiled.

"Do you like it?" Choerry said, slapping your ass with bruising force.

You wanted to say no. You wanted to push her away and run far from her. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You loved it. The feeling of being used, your little holes being filled with something so big and heavy... it all made you tremble with desire.

"Y-yes" You cried out when she pushed one more inch inside, almost all in. "please, use me" You said, biting the back of your hand, drooling all over it as tears escaped from your eyes.

"Oh, my little pain slut" She pulled you up by the hair, sliding the rest of the dildo inside of you. The moan you released was gutural, deep. It was almost splitting you in half but if she told you to take a few more inches you would. For her you would.

You felt pride cursing through your veins like a snake's venom. You could take it, all of it.

Oh you were so aroused.

Choerry bit your shoulder, tugging at one of your nipples as her other hand held your hips very firmly, nails digging deep in your flesh. She moved her hips and you immediately started shaking, feeling the tip hit so deep you were sure it would be hard to sit and to stand as well the other day.

Her hips took off, her hand tangled in your hair near the scalp almost making your whole body bend backwards as she kept biting and licking your back and neck.

"I bought this especially for you" She grunted due to the force of her thrusts, her eyes also rolling back due to the pleasure of fucking you coursing through her veins. "I watch you every single night, do you know that?"

You were listening but you couldn't process anything correctly. Your brain focusing only on the pain and pleasure of being used, on her hand going to your lower tummy to press there and make you cry out even harder.

"I saw you push almost your whole hand inside of this needy pussy of yours and you gave me the idea of buying this huge thing" She slapped your ass, holding both sides of your hips hard enough to break the skin. You babbled, eyes rolling back as your upper body fell down on the carpet, your body shaking. "You fucking whore, you love the ideia of big things inside you, huh?"

She turned you around, not taking the big cock off of you. Your eyes were red and puffy and you looked beautifully fucked out already.

She forced your mouth open, spitting inside to then slap your cheek. Your boobs kept bouncing with each hard thrust and Choerry gave you a wicked smile, grabbing them with might.

"You are creaming, god" She said between moans. "You'll be mine from now on" Lifting your hips to meet her thrusts, she kept pulling you down to impale you in the 10 inch dildo, holding her own orgasm so she could release at the same time as you.

"Choerry, please" You cried out. "F-feels too good, fuck" You thought you were about to lose counsciousness, feeling your body go limp as your eyes were almost shut, but she didn't stop there.

Choerry gropped and tugged harder on your nipples, fully pulling you back to earth. You screamed for her to not stop, pleading for her touch that hurt and burned and yet you wanted more.

"Cum for me" She spat, fake cock deep inside of you and so you did as your whole body tensed up, shaking as your muscles battled against each other.

Her orgasm hit her hard as well, wetting the leather harness and making her whole body shake as she pulled you closer to her embrace to lick and bite you. She closed her eyes for a moment to appreciate that. Her number one obsession was right there in her arms, passed out due to how good she made her feel, a panting wreck.

She let go of you, pulling the dildo out of your slit to slip off the harness. You could barely keep your eyes open but you saw her lean back to pull her damp panties aside, fingers pressing against her slit until she pushed past the entrance, slightly hissing. Gathering her juices on her fingers she pulled them out, bringing them to your lips.

"Suck" She said and you, entranced by that absolutly insane woman, did exactly as she told you. Eagerly sucking on her fingers, eyes hazy and body still twithcing from the force of your orgasm. She pulled her fingers from your mouth to replace them with her tongue, humming in appreciation at her own taste.

"You are mine, do you understand?" She whispered, lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes in shame and she held you by the neck, squeezing it. "Tell me you are mine, or else I don't know what I might do to you" She bit your neck and your pussy clenched, eyes rolling far back.

"I am yours" You hushed against her lips, a lonely tear escaping your right eye.

"Yes you are" She tapped your face with her fingers, getting up to watch your pussy as it leaked and clenched, still stretched out because of the huge dildo she shoved inside of you.

You saw her eyes darken, her raven hair falling in beautiful cascades around her perky tits.

"If you liked this monster cock I'm sure you'll love my fist all up in your pussy, pretty slut" She bit her lip and you eagerly nodded. "Oh you are so perfect for me..." She said, before shoving three fingers inside you to prepare your slit for her fist.

#gxg smut #choerry #choerry smut #loosemble smut #loona smut #artms choerry #artms smut #choerry x fem reader

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whore4abby · 1 year ago

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heyyyy vannyyyyyy i love u sm i promise i'm not being a lurker

what abt model reader and abby at like a designers party (yk the devil wears prada 👀)

i'm too obsessed with everything u write is there like a support group or something for whore4abby addicts

ferny fern ur brain !! this idea is so yummy 😵‍💫 i love u MORE !! thank u for this hope u don’t mind me switching it up a lil mwah mwah !! NO ONE would join that damn support group bffr wrote this at 3am let’s not talk abt it

high fashion;

kinda a part two of this !!

warnings; smut - sex in a public bathroom, strap-on usage (r!receiving), choking (with abby’s tie), mdni

wc; 1.7k

“abs…c’mon, baby…we gotta leave in a few minutes.” you call out to your wife who’s spent the last 30 minutes making sure she looks absolutely perfect, not one hair out of place in her braid, making sure her new tux was absolutely spotless.

“i’m coming, doll…gimme a minute.” she calls out softly and you laugh and roll your eyes playfully at her antics. the ongoing joke that she spends way more time getting ready than you do slowly but surely starting to become a reality.

you smooth out the fabric of your almost sheer, black satin dress and slip on your jimmy choo heels, grabbing your purse from the dresser before looking up just as abby walks out from the bathroom. you swear you feel your eyes turn into little heart shapes as you see her.

she looks nothing short of absolutely perfect in her sleek, tailored black tux paired with her shiny black dress shoes, her muscular forearms filling out the sleeves of her suit jacket and her long hair slicked back from her face. you're absolutely smitten as you rush over to press your lips against hers repeatedly, “god, you’re so pretty…” you sigh, words coming out as a breathless whisper as you press your face against her chest, closing your eyes and breathing in her familiar scent.

before you know it you’re gathered in a spacious studio for a small, intimate gathering of some couture designers to showcase their new up-coming works. you’re surrounded by mannequins displaying gorgeous designer clothes, along with an assortment of clothes scattered around the room, from elegant ballgowns to sophisticated suit jackets.

the windows are covered in velvet drapes, allowing a small amount of natural moonlight to flood the room. everyone whispering discreetly amongst themselves, scanning the surroundings and taking in all the lavish clothing and glittering accessories.

you wander off away from abby for a little while, you’re quietly minding your own business checking out some artist sketches that are carefully hung up on the wall when you feel a presence beside you. “beautiful aren’t they?” a heavily accented voice causes you to look away from the framed pictures and you turn your head to see a familiar italian designer.

“yeah…they’re gorgeous! are they for the new spring-summer collection?” you query, you head tilting curiously in his direction. “yes, that’s correct…these pieces should be out within the next couple of months.” he smirks and leans in closer to you.

“i was actually just thinking about you.” he places a hand on your shoulder and you resist the urge to shudder in disgust. “oh, please…i’m not that special.” you force a stiff laugh and shake your head, after all this time you still find it hard to believe that you have become a well-known, household named model.

“im serious! i saw you at that runway show a couple weeks ago…and let me say, it’s been driving me crazy ever since. ive been dying to get in contact with you-“ he chuckles, his gaze drifting down towards you body. he takes your hand in his, a cunning smile spreading wide as he leans in to kiss your cheek. you shake his hand curtly before pulling your hand back and jerking your face away from him.

he continues to flirt with you, his eyes finding yours and locking onto them. “perhaps you’d be interesting in catching a drink tonight?” he looks down at your shoulder and casually caresses it with his hand. “my hotel is just a couple blocks away, and i know you’re staying in the city the whole weekend. so whatdya say?”

you start purposely clinking your perfectly polished wedding ring against your half empty champagne glass, hoping he gets the hint. “i’ll actually be busy with my wife….in our own hotel room, thank you very much.”

you catch a glimpse of abby across the room, she instantly feels a pang of jealousy as she watches him openly flirt with her girl practically right in front of her face.

her brow begins to furrow and she discreetly ends the conversation she’s having and makes her way over to you, she obviously saw the guy kiss you, and she’s clearly not happy about it.

you watch his smile falter a little at the mention of your wife, and he directs his gaze towards abby as she approaches, obviously intimidated by her height and stature. “everything okay, my love?” she asks, her eyes still watching the designer. you lean in to kiss her briefly before pulling away and nodding, wrapping your arm around her bicep.

he finally gets the hint and laughs, taking a step or two back. “hmm, well isn’t that a shame?” he says with a grin. he turns to walk away, before stopping and turning back to face you. “well if you ever want to get in touch, here’s my card.” he holds out a small business card with his details on it and smiles at you, abby quickly pushes his hand away and speaks in a passive-aggressive manner, “my wife and i won’t be needing that, thank you.”

he laughs cockily, obviously slightly amused before turning on his heel and walking off to probably shamelessly flirt with another married woman.

abby leans into you, resting her head against yours, taking the champagne flute out of your hand and placing it on a nearby silver side-table. her eyes still watching the designer as he saunters away. “i don’t like how he was looking at you, darling.”

you roll your eyes at her comment, giggling slightly. “babe, calm down,” you say, squeezing her hand. you look over at her and smirk at her. “but you’re really the only one who i’ve got my eyes on, okay?”

“you’re mine…all fuckin mine~” her voice is rough, and she still can’t shake her jealousy from that designer looking at you. abby leans in and kisses you on the neck, her lips gently sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin.

abby smiles wickedly at you, before grabbing you by the hand and quickly dragging you to the back of the boutique. you find yourself in a fancy, private bathroom and abby quickly locks the door behind you. she pulls you in for a heated kiss and you can feel her firm body pressing against yours.

abby’s tongue gently plays against yours, her hands caressing your face and your body, slowly pulling you closer to her. she bites down on your bottom lip slightly, but not hard enough to hurt you.

she pulls away for a second before diving back in, kissing you passionately and with more force than before. “all mine~” she whispers in your ear, her breath hot on your neck, her fingers finding their way down to hike your dress up over you ass, bending you over in the sink counter.

you hear the zipper of her pants being yanked down and the rusting of her shirt being untucked before she pulls your panties off your body and discards them onto the floor before nudging your legs apart with her knee.

you whine as she swipes the tip of the strap-on through your sticky folds, gathering up your slick before pressing the head of the dildo against your slit. “say it…tell me who's the only one who gets you this wet~” she pushes in slowly, groaning at the sight of your pussy greedily taking her cock. “you, abs…fuucck- only you!”

she thrusts herself fully inside without warning, all seven inches of black silicone right up to the hilt making you cry out, feeling every vein and ridge flush against the walls of your cunt. the stinging stretch causing your face to contort in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she pulls out until just the tip remains inside, then slams back in. she roughly manhandles you, slamming you back on her cock. “nnhhggg…a-abby~”

you hear her fumbling with something before you suddenly feel pressure around your throat, the silky material of her tie digs into your neck as she wraps it around your throat and yanks you back to make eye contact with her in the mirror. “look at me while im fucking you, yeah?” she growls through gritted teeth, her eyes dark and filled with jealousy fueled lust.

you’re gripping onto the marble counter so hard that your knuckles are starting to lose their colour, strangled moans leaving your lips, the perfectly applied lipstick now smudged around your mouth in messy splotches.

she drops the tie onto the counter and you gasp for some much needed air. she snakes her free hand down to rub at your clit lazily as she snaps her hips into yours at an eye-rolling pace. “a-abby! oohhh…my god…fuck…” the fingers of her unoccupied hand dig into your hip, holding you in place as she starts to pound into you relentlessly, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the small bathroom.

she groans, picking up the pace, the friction from the harness against her clit making her moans grow louder and more desperate, hips grinding into you in-between thrusts as she chases her own release.

you thighs start to clench and shake as her pace picks up even more, leaving you gasping and grabbing at any surface you can find to ground yourself. “you feel that? only i can make you cum like this, yeah?” you’re babbling incoherently as the the head of her cock keeps bumping into that sweet spot until it has you letting out a loud pleading cry as you cum on her cock.

she keeps thrusting, prolonging your release as she helps you ride out your own orgasm, her thick fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

“fuuccckk~” she pants heavily, leaning forward to rest her head against your back, the harness still grinding against her clit and making her cum hard whilst still buried inside you.

she lets out a loud groan as she pulls out with a pop, looking down at the mess between your legs and the cum dripping from your clenching cunt. you turn back to face her and she brings your mouths together in a brief, heated kiss before pulling away and carefully helping you clean yourself up.

she tucks her strap-on back into her pants and neatens her tux up before picking up your discarded panties and shoving them into her pocket before holding her arm out for you to take. “c’mon, baby~” her chivalrous action a stark contrast to the way she just fucked you into oblivion not even five minutes ago.

you smile coyly, adjusting your dress and grabbing onto her forearm as she leads you out of the bathroom and back out into the main studio space, not even caring about the skeptical looks and the un-approving stares of the people around you.

an; model!reader has me in an absolute chokehold right now😵‍💫if u have any ideas for more PLSSS leave me a request !!!!

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔myfics⌨️#⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚requests🫙#abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x fem reader #abby x you #abby anderson x y/n

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strawberriianime · 11 months ago

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Hear me out… or use this as inspo anything I love ur writing xx

Stoner!Choso x femreader tw: weed, oral sex m receiving, cum slurping and dirty talking?

Reader and Choso are smoking and she’s getting hottttt watching him roll the blunt and lick the paper and his painted nailssss oooofffffff. Super sexual tension and flirty remarks until she ends up sucking choso’s HOT cock dry and occasionally he’s pulling her hair up to blow smoke in her mouth and calling her sweet names (bc at the end of the day Cho’ is sub LMFAO)

♡ ahhhhhh so crayz you mentioned stoner Choso bc I had that idea before but never wrote ittt. I love this like Choso's already so sexy and watching him roll a blunt is like a dream of mine.

♡ cw: 18+ content, use of weed and descriptions of weed, high oral sex, stoner choso and stoner reader, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, deepthroating, swallowing, oral sexxxxxx!

It wasn't unusual for Choso to come and chill at your place, you two would split a zip, buy a pizza, listen to music, and catch up on each other's life. However, this time something was....different. Maybe it was the neon pink LED lights illuminating the living room or the sweet strawberry candle you had lit earlier.

It was him. This time he had come over wearing a baggy pair of grey sweatpants with a hoodie which he discarded earlier leaving him in a black tee highlighting his toned abs. You always thought he was attractive, but something is making him hit differently now. Your eyes followed his as he broke down the weed his freshly manicured black nails reflecting under the pink light. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a pack of raw papers, got two out of the pack, and lined it onto the rolling tray. Taking the broken-down weed, he sprinkled it into the papers, folding it slightly, and brought it up to his pale pink lips. His lips swiped along his bottom lip, licking a slow long stripe along the paper. "I wish you'd lick me like you lick those papers" you spoke pulling him out of his concentration. He chuckled, going back to rolling the blunt licking slowly at the paper once more. It was as if he was teasing you, any other time he rolled he'd be done in mere seconds so why is he going so slow this time? "Or I could lick you....? You wouldn't last one minute if I did" Teasing Choso was fun, he wouldn't say much but you know deep down he was burning up inside. You heard a lighter flick as you turned and watched him hit the blunt, a thin cloud of smoke leaving his area as he reached out to pass the blunt to you. Grabbing it, you brushed your hand swiftly over his own before bringing the blunt to your own lips and inhaling slowly. "Mmh, I bet you're really skilled with your hands." You passed the blunt back to him. "They're really soft, and I bet they feel really good." His ears were flush red, you knew you were getting to him if that wasn't a sign the twitching in his sweatpants definitely was. "Seem's like you have a little problem, mind If I help you with it hmm?" Your hands grazed over the bulge in his pants, feeling his dick twitch from the light touch.

Your black nails found their way to the top of his sweatpants, pulling at the material as Choso was quick to shimmy down his pants allowing his stiffened dick to make contact with the cool air of the living room. His tip was red, beaded with precum that began running down his shaft stopping just at the middle. Taking your right hand, you grabbed his shart, thumb rolling circles on the tip spreading the precum along feeling him twitch in your warm hands. You moved in closer, salivating your mouth to the fullest before dropping a glob of spit onto his tip using it as a lubricant to stroke his dick up and down. You started off with teasing slow kitten licks, tongue circling only the tip sucking on it slowly as you moved your right hand up and down. You felt a slight tug on your hair, lips creating a thin trail of saliva as your own were met with Choso's. He brought the blunt to his lips, inhaling slowly before bringing his lips to your own. You felt the smoke filling your mouth before he pulled back, leaning back onto the chair, pushing lowering your head back to his dick.

Without hesitation, you lowered your hand as your warm mouth sank down onto his dick, causing him to twitch once more. He let out a low groan as you began to move your head up and down his shaft, making sure whatever area your mouth couldn't reach, your hand made up for. Slightly tightening your jaws, you moaned softly as you bobbed up and down, tasting just about every inch. You began tracing every vein that throbbed, begging to be caressed by your warm tongue, your hand moving to cuff his balls using the saliva that trailed as lubricant once again. "A-aah fuck, you're so good at this pretty." you heard him groan, causing you to moan on his dick, feeling the throbbing between your own legs and panties getting soaked by the second. You felt a slight tug on your hair once more pulling off his dick once again, lips glistening under the pink lights. "You look beautiful like this." He took another hit of the blunt and brought your lips to his, smoke filling your mouth once more. His eyes were low, watching you with complete adoration and lust as he placed a small kiss on your temple.

Dropping down once more, you flexed your right hand, now adding your left hand to the mix, and you swallowed his dick, sucking on it as if it was a watermelon blow pop. Your head bobbed as your wrist worked in areas you could reach. "Baby, you're gonna suck me dry." Choso moaned, throwing his head back on the sofa, one fist tightly gripping at your hair, the other taking another hit of the blunt. You removed one of your hands as you shoved his dick deeper down your throat, the sending hand following shortly as well once you were comfortable. "Shit. I've never been this deep before. You're doing so good beautiful.... you feel amazing. You suck me up so well." You could tell he was close based on the babbling he always does when he's about to cum. "I-Im about to cum. Baby, can I cum down your throat." You bobbed your head faster, sucking slightly harder as you felt that familiar twitch once more before your mouth was flooded with bittersweet, sticky webs of cum. He let out a loud moan, balls emptying shooting his warm load into your mouth. You eagerly swallowed up what you could but, this has to be a record of how much cum he was able to produce. Your tongue was quick to lick up whatever was left over that you weren't able to suck down cleaning him up with your delicate tongue. You felt a set of strong hands bring you up to his toned chest as his chest heaved catching his breath from such a powerful orgasm. "I gotta pay you back."

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tiredcreatur3 · 2 years ago

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preggo reader x toji

i just gotta talk about this.

once u get pregnant, that man just becomes the softest gentlest teddy bear on earth.

always fucking u nice and slow, refusing to fuck u nice and rough like he did before u showed him the positive pregnancy test.

he got all soft at the idea of becoming a daddy and being ur child’s father. he took it very serious and wanted to be a part of that baby’s life. he looked it all up, made sure to educate himself on how much ur body would change while getting ready to bear his baby.

and oh, the treatment u’d get after u start showing, all those kisses ur little round tummy would get, along with ur pussy as he’d eat u out after a long day of waddling around and just refusing to relax because even though u were tired and ur feet hurt, u still wanted to keep ur mind busy and didn’t wanna get bored and think about anything negative.

“so proud of u baby..” he’d say while spreading ur folds apart, pressing a small kiss to ur clit, torturing u just like that but oh, did it feel good regardless.

“t-to..” u whimpered out, staring down at him, having gotten so so much more sensitive ever since u got pregnant, each lick and suck making ur eyes roll back, sighing shakily as u didn’t even notice the male carefully pulling up ur shirt, revealing those soft flushed tits of urs.

“so pretty like this, god.” he sighed, humming as he dives in again, closing his eyes and focusing on making u feel nice and good, arms wrapped around ur thighs, palms resting on ur lower tummy.

of course he loved the way u looked before but he couldn’t ignore all the changes ur body underwent physically. how full and soft ur tits got, ur hips getting all squishy, ass nice and plump, getting thick in all the right fuckin’ places. he loved it, he couldn’t get enough of that.

he’d just stare at u, sitting on the couch in his boxers because u could barely fit into ur lil panties and thongs anymore and u found out that toji’s boxers were comfortable as hell. he loved every second of it.

he’d lend u most of his clothes after that, not like u already didn’t wear most of his stuff but oh, seeing u like that, ur plump tits and ass under his hoodie, rubbing ur feet together as u’d whine at him to come cuddle u because u were sleepy but didn’t wanna nap alone. he loved how clingy u got after getting pregnant.

he was also the only person allowed to touch ur tummy. or well, family members and close friends were unstoppable in this, they’d touch it anyway, even when u or toji would tell them no. but god, it felt so good from him. it was like the warmest hug ever. u’d have a bad day and all that man needs to do is just rub his palm across ur little belly and u are purring like a kitten.

he loves u so much and u being pregnant only deepens that feeling, seeing u waddle around the house, being there for u through all the sleepless nights that u’d just vomit and cry because of how overwhelming it was, taking ur mood swings and sudden crying very serious and never getting angry at u for that. u were carrying his baby after all and there was no way he’d be getting angry at u for that. he tried to support u the best he could.

and oh, seeing ur blissed face after being snuggled into a heated blanket and after devouring a plate of chicken wings and watching ur favorite movie that u forced him to watch with u, that’s all he needs to be content and knows he can go to bed with a good feeling.

fucking u while pregnant was goddamn heaven for toji. u were sensitive and whiny for most part and oh, seeing how u clung to him and was all shy and pliant for him, grabbing onto him as he fucked u nice and deep, holding onto him and refusing to let go, moaning and crying into his ear.

u were a fucking angel while pregnant and he loved every single damn bit of it.

10/10 would knock u up again. and prolly will

#toji fushiguro smut #toji x y/n #toji smut #jjk toji #toji fushiguro

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pinkpigtailsprincess · 10 months ago

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౨ৎ ⁺ . Dolly n Honeys Collab .ᐟ 🎀🍯🐬

Hii Dolls!! im soo soo 2 do this collabs with one of my favorite blogs @honeytonedhottie !!! basically we’ll be talking about persistence and being limitless!!🧁🎀 Enjoy!!!

Honey 𝜗𝜚 ! 🍯🎀

HOW TO PERSIST ; persisting simply means reminding urself that u already have whatever it is that u want. when u persist, you decide what it is that u want and you STICK to it.

the oxford definition of persistence simply means to continue in an opinion or course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition.

your 3d literally has no choice but to catch up and reflect the new thoughts that ur thinking in ur 4d so just KEEP GOING. if ur gonna whine or complain every step of the way and think thoughts like "persisting is hard" or "theres lots of resistance/difficulty with manifesting" then thats what ur going to experience.

manifesting is easy, effortless, and instant. when u catch urself thinking thoughts that perpetuate the old story, remind urself that no matter what, whatever u persist in will harden into reality simply because it HAS to. stop getting in your own way!!

Dolly ୨୧ ! 🎀🫧🍨🛼

Limitless > Imagination!! 🎀🧁

Limitless Definition; Possesing power of an immeasurable rate a perfect way to describe your power your literally the god of your reality and you know you might think thats silly or “delusional” its so true though like ever since birth people are conditioned to believe that being negative is the more “logical” and “realistic” way to think than positive whoch is such a stupid revelation because all throughout life you meant to believe that you have to bring yourself down to earth about achieving something and that you’ll never have “__” because of “__” but that makes no sense seeing all of the extraordinary achievements that humans have done like

- build rockets and do rocket science

- walk on the moon

- build the great wall of china

and so many others including the human body its self your cells in your body healing and protecting wounds and your organs being able to stay in the designated spot no matter what and you think “logic” actually matters? everything in the human mind is projected i mean everything you use on a daily basis started off in the mind it all stems from imagination i mean just think about how everything around you started put as an idea in someones head!!

Decisions!! 🎀🍨🫧

deciding is the final decision and the final outcome no matter what no questions asked like if you went too a sushi restaurant and ordered and decided that you want a shrimp tempura roll you will have the shrimp tempura roll no matter what

Concepts !! 🎀🧁🐬

“if the concept of something can exist then that can be achieved no matter” literally something i think about alot and a direct quote from yours truly like most people do think that you can have something because its quote “unrealistic” or it “doesn’t exist” but if that were really the case than why is the concept of it allowed to prosper like if those things really didn’t exist then the concept of Billionaires or Superpowers and Superheroes wouldn’t exist or even time travel everything single one of those things are a product of imagination!!! 💭🎀

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brucewaynehater101 · 4 months ago

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Love the blog! I have been thinking about what would be interesting ways for Jason to slowly adopt a 'no killing' philosophy. I want it to do nothing with Bruce Wayne or the Batfam (the self realisation is so so so much better,, plus I don't want it to be like... him forsaking his philosophy for... just family stuff, it has to be more) and I've been loving reading ur blog for the past few days so I was wondering if u have any thoughts on it.

I really liked Beast World's approach on it 😭😭, smth like that!! I also like the approach of how killing is actually vvv hard on Jason, and how he maybe uses it as sh sometimes. Interesting stuff methinks !!!!

Hi 👋 Thank you ^^ Very interesting premise!

Tw: Death, purposefully giving someone permanent disability, torture (?), let me know if I need to add more

I do think this depends on Jason's characterizing, but the main problem with Jason switching over to not killing is his main ideology with it:

The prison system is not adequately preventing hardcore repeat offenders from committing heinous crimes

It feels... Disingenuous if Jason just stops killing without this major flaw being fixed. Yes, maybe you could go, "It is not your job to harm yourself like that for everyone else," but he is a Bat. Giving their entire being to the cause is what they do.

In order for Jason to stop killing, he would need proof that other methods are working. Here's a few suggestions:

Blackgate/Arkham reform [and no one escapes for over a year]

Inhumane procedures/failsafes against high-risk criminals (such as bomb in the head, loss of limb, impairment, heavy medication use, brainwashing, etc.) [Wouldn't be killing, though]

Legal system fixing [would take years to implement, though]

Dangerous criminals shipped off to the Phantom Zone or some other virtually inescapable place

Some of these methods are impossible without the batfam, though :/

There is one ideology I can see Jason adapting in the meantime, however.

If they die, they stop suffering.

As long as someone puts the little notion into his brain, it will get the ball rolling. He would start to morph from killing shots to permanent injuries. Not only would this affect their quality of life, but their medical bills will become expensive. It's also a permanent reminder of what they've done (I'm not arguing for this method. This is a reflection of what might change his mind to refrain from killing).

As he slows or stops killing, he may find this to be preferable (lessens the blood staining his hands).

I also think the Outlaws could help him with these realizations. They may kill as well, but that would allow Jason to have open and honest communication about the costs.

Jason could also use his tactical prowess for designing personal hells for every person he deems worthy of it (like the real disgusting jerks out there).

In the end, he would refrain from killing unless he deems it necessary for his, his teammates, or civilians' safety.

As far as using killing being a form of SH, I can agree with that idea depending on the circumstances/how it's interpreted.

We could see how killing takes a literal tax on his soul, but I'd prefer to analyze how killing harms his relationships/support system (not talking about his friends. We stan them and their unwavering support).

The Bats, his family, are actively against killing. This is not an argument of whether they should or not. This is a statement about their boundaries. Jason knows that the Bats are against killing and that maintaining a relationship with them while killing would be extremely arduous, or, in some iterations, impossible.

We could argue whether or not Jason should even be part of the Batfam (for his own sake) or how he may have hoped they'd love him in spite of that. We could debate on how much Jason's independent actions should affect the Bats considering their vigilante status vs their family status.

Those are all separate but vital arguments.

Bottom line, Jason knew/knows that killing is a HUGE point of contention. How the others react (and, in some cases, they react horribly) is besides the point.

So, if Jason is trying to play nice with his family by not murdering anyone, he could easily jeopardize himself/his relationships by killing again (this is not a discussion about how the Bats react/what Jason deserves). In one action, he would destroy everything.

I've seen a lot of fics where Jason renegades his agreement due to one of his family members being hurt. He ends up killing again due to the severity of the perpetrator's actions against his loved one(s). This is fabulous angst.

However, I haven't really seen one analyzing Jason killing again because of his low self-esteem. After months of not killing, he relapses in an effort to push everyone away from him with the eventual goal of impersonating a dumpster fire.

In this scenario, Jason kills again to scream, "Look! Can't you see? I am the monster I think I am. I don't deserve love/kindness. I don't deserve you."

Thus, him killing in these circumstances is actively harming himself and fucking up his life. A good batfam would communicate and help him through this. A bad batfam would allow Jason to distance himself or, worse, provide the punishment he feels he deserves (i.e. being banished from Gotham, being locked up, etc).

But, overall, I agree. Jason shouldn't change his methods just for his family. It's an important piece of his identity as a vigilante. He, as a murder victim, believes that death is justice for those wronged. While not all victims would agree to this, it is how Jason feels. He no doubt would be relieved and less fearful if the Joker was dead.

#jason todd #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc comics #i love character analysis ^^

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pluviowriting · 7 months ago

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What’s In a Name?

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: tooth rotting fluff hope you brushed ur teeth, maybe abrupt ending I’m so so sorry

Word Count: 1270 exact again

Poppy Sweeting x f!MC

A/N: Happy Pride Month!!! To ensure I get to keep my gay card or else @ellivenollivander would confiscate it until next June, I had to get this out. I've also had this idea for MONTHS now. The hardest part was feeling obligated to name all the beasts. I took a lil screenshot of the spreadsheet I made for it at the bottom of the fic because I am not listing all the names in the fic, that would get real old real fast. Some of these I stole from one of my games, and the rest I crowdsourced. Love you bunches @kaviary-blog

“MC, where are we going?”

“Don’t you trust me, Poppy? When have I ever led you into something dangerous? That’s always been you,” she teased her girlfriend as she pulled her up the stairs. “I told you, it’s a surprise. You should be patient.”

The shorter girl simply groaned in response, but she allowed herself to be dragged along nonetheless.

“The tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy? What’s so special about this?”

MC chuckled, checking the hall for any other students before shaking her head.

“Not the tapestry, but what’s across from it.”

With the coast all clear, MC pictured the room of requirement how she had built it for her own use. She thought of how she needed to show her girlfriend what was inside. The witch knew it had worked when she heard the sound of stone and metal moving and a soft gasp from Poppy.

“What is this?”

“It’s called the Room of Requirement. Professor Weasley showed it to me last year so I could have somewhere to work on my studies. Come on.”

With that she pulled Poppy in, giving her the grand tour of the main areas and introducing her to Deek.

“The real reason I brought you here is the vivariums. I’ve got quite the collection of beasts and I thought you may want to see them.”

“Of course I’d want to see them! What are you waiting for?”

With that open invitation, MC laughed and gestured at the greenhouse looking building on the main level to allow Poppy to lead the way. Nothing truly could’ve prepared the Hufflepuff for what was waiting for her inside.

They stood in the first vivarium and Poppy couldn’t seem to get enough as the beasts swarmed them, recognizing their main source of attention and affection.

“Oh. My. GODS! Look at them! Hello. Oh hello loves.”

The other witch chuckled as her girlfriend’s voice shifted from her normal tone to the one she always used when talking to beasts in class or at Brood and Peck. She watched as Poppy started to groom all of them one by one, taking the time to give each one affection as the brush did what it was charmed to do.

“Oh, you haven’t introduced me to any of them. What are their names?”

“I uh. Haven’t really named them. Unless they had a name when I found them. Like that one over there,” she pointed to the teal niffler running amok since he had already received his brushing. “That’s The Irondale Pilferer. Stole a family heirloom from a shopkeep in Irondale. Caught him when I went looking for it and decided to keep him because he’s cute.”

“What? How do you greet them then?”

She shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “I just uh say hello? They don’t seem to mind too much.”

“Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”

Poppy started looking around and her eyes landed on a puffskein rolling around. She watched him roll into a rock and she immediately pointed at him. “Sebastian.”

MC couldn’t stop the burst of laughter that bubbled up from her chest. Having spent all of last year running around with the Slytherin, and Poppy had the last five years with him, she could agree naming the creature after their mutual friend was a good choice.

They stayed in the forest vivarium for what felt like hours as Poppy tried to observe each of the beasts and tried to name them based on the personality they showed her. It took a while since Poppy did insist on naming each niffler, puffskein, and mooncalf that resided in this habitat. MC found it adorable when her girlfriend decided to expand the nifflers to just be a family of thieves and what they loved stealing. The Irondale Pilferer had a mate named Plunder, a son named Bandit, and a daughter named Goldie.

“Alright, my love. Have they all gotten their names?” She questioned before pressing a sweet kiss to Poppy’s cheek. “I have three more vivariums to show you.”

The joy she felt seeing the Hufflepuff’s face light up in excitement at the prospect of getting to name even more beasts made her feel better than any Pepperup Potion ever could. She took her hand and led her back out into the Room of Requirement.

The next vivarium she pulled Poppy into was the swamp. The pair were quickly swarmed by kneazles, giant purple toads, and diricrawls. After letting Poppy fawn over Gwyneira and telling her the story of how that specific bird ended up in her possession, the brunette once again got to work naming all the creatures that still needed names. She was most proud of the kneazles she named, giving the adults the names Simba and Nala, and their children Kovu and Kavi.

~~~~~

“Alright, my love. I saved the best for last. This one is a sea coast.”

“Are there another twelve in here?”

“There are, but only eight of them need names. There are four that came with names. I think we’ll be here the longest regardless.”

MC couldn’t fight the smirk at her girlfriend’s confused face as she led her into the coastal vivarium.

“I’ve got my graphorns, thestrals, and hippogriffs in here.”

Poppy’s eyes widened and she looked over at MC before she took off down the sand towards the beasts. The smirk that MC was wearing as they walked in morphed to a face splitting grin as a specific hippogriff saw the witch charging the beach.

“Highwing! Oh I knew she saved you from Harlow but she never told me where,” she crooned, stroking her old friend’s face as the creature chirped happily.

The reunion was interrupted by a bump to Poppy’s waist and she looked over to see a baby hippogriff. She looked between the baby and Highwing as her mouth dropped.

“And you’ve had a baby!”

Another squawk drew Poppy’s attention as she was greeted by the twin of the small creature beside her.

“You had two babies! Oh congratulations! And I bet she didn’t name either of them for you, did she?”

“She’s your hippogriff, darling. Why should I be the one to name your grandchildren?” MC wasn’t even fazed as her girlfriend talked shit about her right in front of her face.

It took Poppy roughly half an hour to name the beasts in this vivarium, deciding that the entire brood of graphorns should be named similarly to the patriarch. The Lord of the Shore’s mate received the name of Lady, and their children were promptly named Duke and Duchess.

MC was only certain night had fallen when the two witches started yawning. They hadn’t left the coastal vivarium since they had entered, and they were both wide awake then. It had to have been very late if both of them were getting tired.

“Come on, my love. I’ll conjure a bed and we can spend the night in here. You can help me care for the beasts in the morning before we head down for breakfast.”

Reluctantly, Poppy allowed herself to be pulled away. The Room graciously provided a wardrobe so the pair didn’t have to sleep in their uniforms and the pair got changed before settling into the bed that had been conjured for them haphazardly in the middle of the room.

The taller witch let out a content sigh as she pulled Poppy closer to her, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight, my love. I’m glad you enjoyed your surprise.”

“Best date ever.”

Poppy wiggled closer, settling her head on her girlfriend’s chest before the pair dozed off.

~~~~~

Beast Name Sheet

Name Themes:

Mooncalves - Greek Mythology mostly Nico is from Percy Jackson

Jobberknolls - Heroes of Olympus characters and the diricrawl babies

Hippogriffs - Ancient Greek wind gods/spirits

Thestrals - The Addams Family

Unicorns - Types of wood

Kneazles - The Lion King except I swapped Kiara for Kavi bc I could and I love my Kavi

Giant Purple Toads - Famous Frogs I completely forgot about Trevor until I asked The Gauntlets

Graphorns - Regency titles to match my baby Lord of the Shore.

Puffskeins - HP Characters and yes I also named the phoenix after Draco bc I love him, your honor, fuck off

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #poppy sweeting #poppy x mc #poppy sweeting x mc #lgbtq #they're lesbians harold #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #poppy sweeting fanfic #poppy sweeting fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic

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oharasluverboy · 1 year ago

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So I saw you were in need for some requests 👀 I was wondering if you could write like a lil Drabble of us taking care of Miguel but he’s like shy and embarrassed about it but really actually enjoying it, if that makes sense?

Time for a break. — miguel ohara x reader drabble..

dynamic + character: miguel x reader

summary: miguel refuses to take a break, so you make him.

content warning: nothing

small note: (thank you for the request! i hope it lives up to what you imagined.)

“alright, big boy, time for a break.” you announced, your hands near your mouth as you called up to miguel from his platform. his little..lab? more like a fuckin’ cave if anyone asked you. miguel didn’t respond. of course he didn’t! why would he?

“miguel.” you repeated, a bit irked at being ignored. “what?” miguel answered, the sound of his chair rolling up there. most likely moving about to switch from screen to screen, “i told you it’s time for a break,” miguel scoffed at the idea, you could practically picture him rolling his eyes. the mere idea of a break was funny, it really was. “uh-huh..” he hummed, amusement clear in his voice—but he wasn’t actually taking you serious.

“miguel, i’m serious, it’s time for you to take a break.” you said, sighing as you began to look around..for something to throw up there. you weren’t a spider person, just miguel’s partner, the only reason you were even allowed here is because of miguel’s constant need to know you’re safe. call it attachment issues, or him being overprotective..he honestly didn’t care.

“no no, i hear you, sweetheart.” another response to pacify you, at this point you were getting fed up. “y’know what?” you called up, looking around his lab—your eyes landing on a vial. looks like that’s what your throwing. “what?” he responded, flicking another screen to the side before opening the next one. miguel could hear you pad around his lab..slash, ‘office’. but he paid no actual mind to it.

that was until the sound of glass shattering on his platform, turning around from his spot hunched over. there’s no way—..”you did not just throw something like a toddler.” miguel stated, “hey, whatever makes you actually pay attention when i’m talking to you.” standing up from his seat, walking over to where shards of glass were scattered about. “you threw glass up here. what if it hit me? or worse, destroyed something up here.” he stressed to you, motioning to the glass on his platform while looking directly down at you from the ledge of the platform.

scolding you like a disappointed father, pointing at you then back at the glass. “who do you think is gonna clean this up?” he asked, “you. or some other spider.” you reply in turn, which was rewarded with his facial muscles twitching, his eyes narrowed down at you before he looked away. shaking his head sighing dramatically. what a fuckin’ drama queen you couldn’t help note, “break time.” you repeated. swinging your arms back and forth, obviously not taking whatever..this was serious. “break? you— i’m not taking no break. that’s final. i have work—“

“you either take a break or there’s gonna be a lot more glass.” you replied, “hey bro, it’s no skin off my back if you lose a couple of these…vials..? yeah yeah, these things.” you said shaking it in your hand. by now miguel would’ve just webbed your mouth shut, threw a couple webs around ur body, throw you into a portal and disable your watch—if you weren’t his partner. “you’re not going to start throwing things like an overgrown toddler, beautiful.” miguel replied, hands on his hips as he stared down at you, unamused as ever. “you don’t know that.”

“i bet you think you’re real funny, don’t you—“

“actually i am.” you cut in, “i’m really funny, the group chat tells me that everyday. sooo…break? if you tell me no i’m going to keep harassing you, miguel.” you stated, rather monotone. you never liked causing actual issues but miguel was hard head, never actually taking care of himself by getting a good nights rest, or eating on time. but was constantly lecturing you about your eating habits and staying up too later. rules for thee but not for me.

miguel and you held eye contact for a long moment..

“feeling better?” you asked, twisting your body to look at miguel. “will you stop moving? and yes, i feel..better.” you two were currently in the tub together, you had just finished washing miguel’s hair, you would’ve done more but he kept pinching you each time you tried to scrub him down.

you wanted to take care of him, make him feel good; give him a place to be soft and vulnerable, but it was extremely hard to get this overgrown baby to let down those walls. “well—that’s a start! i told you that you would feel better after a bath,” you smiled, so sweet that it made his teeth ache. “stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?” you asked, batting your eyelashes all innocent. “like that,” he replied, one of his hands moving to rest on the tubs ledge. “man. you’re no fun, you know that? like i know you’re fuckin’ old but holy shit,” you joked, both your hands cupping his face as you moved slightly to stabilize yourself as you began peppering kisses all over your man’s face. for the most part his frown stayed there, a little pouty sure. “okay, i get it. you love me—“ eating the words out his mouth as you kissed him directly on his lips, soft and gentle. before pulling away with a loud ‘MWAH!’

somehow, that’s what got him. miguel looked confused before a smile broke out on his lips, leaning down to give you another kiss. just as soft and gentle as the one you gave him. his arms moving around your waist as he pulled you closer, “you’re so stupid,” he murmured as his lips parted from yours, miguel’s forehead pressed to yours. “yeah, but you smiled. you want me sooo bad—so so so, so bad!” you teased, a sharp grin on your face as you watched his smile turn into a frown. “aww c’mon! i know you want me, don’t tell me you’re getting all shyy—.“

“do you have a fucking off button?”

— authors note; i did not beta read this my bad. hope you enjoyed. spread the love everybody.

#across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara fluff #miguel is an old dad and doesn’t like experiencing childlike wonder and whimsy joy #oharasluverboy drabbles #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #he’s such an old man i love him very much #miguel spiderverse

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woodswolf · 2 months ago

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Incredible work on ur fic seriously 🙏🙏 I adore it heavily. Cannot wait to see what you have in store !!! I’m so very normal about the way you interpret the characters ahhh 🧎❤️

tysm!!!!! :DD ive just been having soooooooooooooooooo much fun with it you have no idea. n i was like pogging out of my mind when i saw you followed me the other day, genuinely i think you're like my favorite artist in the pikmin fandom ngl, your shapes and lines and how you draw everybody is just so good 😭

but oh boy im fuckin cooking with louie over here. ive said before that chapter 6 is gonna be very much an And Now For Something Completely Different moment, but that's not coming out for A While because i haven't even started it yet. BUT! the current project im working on — TITLE DROP! — sweet wine, starshine is going to be a kind of retrospective looking back on a lot of the stuff that happened over the Meat of DLD but especially chapter 5. this man is, uh, Not gonna be happy but he's gonna get Closure. and that's almost as good. (GENUINELY a shame that the romcom universe is technically noncanon for thematic reasons, calling it "the AU where you're allowed to live" is incredibly bleak but i won't even be able to explain for a long long time why it Is Required to be an AU.) i don't really know when anyone should expect this to be published but ive made a SHIT ton of progress on it over the weekend with how much support has been rolling in it's crazy.

and here's just hoping that i keep on a hot streak with my character interpretations! you might have already been passed this through the grapevine, but my next big project after i finish DLD is gonna be catch/cradle like i said in the A/N, and the two major pov characters for that are going to be lamella and yonny, which is certainly A Pair Of Characters To Characterize. i have Images Of Them In My Mind but we'll see whether they stand up to scrutiny in the very slightly more grounded take ive had on things so far.

tysmmmmmmmmmmmm for the arttttttttttttttt though i keep looking at themmmmmmmmmm n what you saiddddddddddddddd

#sqwdkllr #i keep rereading the meat grinder comment. glad to see someone has recognized my True Form 🤩#that and 'just fucking GETS it.' like thats the Real SHit thats the Real SHit right there #dogs leading dogs #my posts

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wedontdeservethestars · 11 months ago

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What about Johnny Cage x Ada Wong type of reader?

Oohh this is a cool concept!! I kind of took her mercenary work and general stoicism into account here, it turned into an enemies to lovers type deal (which. FAVORITE trope. God.)

Content: gn!reader, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk, enemies to lovers

(Link to AO3 version here!)

How your phone number kept getting leaked, you had no idea. You changed it frequently enough that you rarely had constants in your life when it came to other people. Going into it, you knew that mercenary work didn’t allow for the most sociable life. But that was fine. You were a loner. You thrived on your own, and you liked it that way. It was much easier to watch your back when there weren’t loved ones standing behind you.

But here you were, staring at your fifth burner phone of the year, with a notification from a number that read as unknown but you had memorized by now. You didn’t even need a name to put to the text. It was too obvious: the all-lowercase, horrendous grammar, and overuse of the sunglasses emoji were enough of a calling card.

Johnny Cage.

Asking for a date.

Again.

You and Johnny had the unfortunate circumstance of meeting about a year or two ago when you were both unexpectedly wrapped up in saving Earthrealm. You saw him as a nuisance, someone who couldn’t take anything seriously even when lives were on the line. The more annoying part was that you were proven correct too many times over the course of those several days together. And yet, Johnny hung around you like a lost puppy, constantly trying to impress you with jokes or feats of strength or his fabulous wealth at home. None of it interested you. It only made him try harder.

Then, the aforementioned texts started to roll in when you two were physically apart. That plus the constant movie trailers and advertisements with his face plastered all over them made you sick to your stomach. As an overplayed TV commercial for an action figure based on his likeness cruelly reminded you at least once a day: “You can’t escape the Cage!”

And yet, though the easy option to block him remained in the back of your mind, you never did. You found it much more cathartic to answer with a sarcastic comment or an insult, even though you knew all it did was throw fuel on the fire.

[heyyy their dollface😘😎😎😎]

[What do you want this time, Cage.] After you sent the message, you sighed and set your phone down on the table. You stretched in your living room, taking in the muffled silence of the city, punctuated by voices through the walls of your apartment and engines on the streets below. Your phone’s buzz added to the mix. You groaned, as if you had expecting anything else but for him to answer right away.

[welllll im in town]

[ur town]

[like right now]

[drinks?😎]

Your brow furrowed. You tried to recall when you told him where you were staying, but it occurred to you that if Johnny could track your cell phones, he was probably paying some dick to give out information on your whereabouts, too.

[How stalkerish of you. Charming.]

[nahhh nah not stalkerish!!]

[just wanna see u again. too much to ask?]

[Pretty much, yeah.]

[cmon. pls? ill pay!]

You gave a strenuous sigh and looked around at the rest of your apartment. It was silent, mostly bare. You had never bothered to decorate. For once, and only for a moment, the usually comforting depersonalization of it all felt lonely. You weighed your options. At least if you went out, it would be something different. You hadn’t gotten a hit in weeks and the static nature of sitting at home and going out only for groceries was taking its toll. Already regretting it before you pressed a single key on the screen, you answered.

[Fine. Where?]

[noonans bar?]

[How do you even know about that place?]

[not my first time around the block, sweetie. filmed once or twice here before n found out pretty quick where the best drinks were]

[For once, you’re not wrong. I’ll be there at 8. If you’re even 10 minutes late I’m leaving.]

[u drive a hard bargain. luv it😘 ill see u soon!]

[You’re so annoying.]

[😎]

The local bar was, as usual, loud and full of too many people. It made you nervous to be around so many at once. The only saving graces were the fact that you were able to snag a booth in the corner, where no one could sneak up on you, and the drinks. Johnny was, unfortunately, right for once. They really were the best in the city.

You were already sipping on a Rum and Coke, something light that gave you enough buzz so that you weren’t completely miserable but kept you sober enough to stay alert. Not that you were expecting a fight or anything, but it was a habit you’d gotten too used to. Years in your profession had made you strong and confident in your abilities, but had also made you quite antisocial. It was already hard to trust strangers when you were younger and inexperienced. Now, it was nearly impossible.

And then, of course, was Johnny. You watched as he entered the bar, already grinning like an idiot and giving quick greetings to anyone he passed. He even scrawled a few autographs on some napkins to excited patrons as he made his way over to you. That was something else that you hated about Johnny. Just the act of being seen with him immediately called attention to yourself. Usually, that was something you couldn’t afford. But you had already agreed to this whole thing, and now he was sitting across from you in the booth, no doubt drawing stares and chatter from some of the people around you.

Johnny ignored them all in favor of you, though. He took off his sunglasses (because of course he still wore them at night) and flashed you a grin.

“Wow. Hi. You look great.”

“Johnny,” you mumbled in acknowledgement. You lifted your glass and took a long sip before continuing. “Started a tab already.”

“Right on,” he nodded, unbothered by your flippancy. His eyes flicked down to your glass. “Can I have a taste?”

“Do you even know what it is?” you asked, but you decided you could part with a sip and held it towards him.

“Nope.” Johnny grinned and tried some of it. When he pulled away, he seemed surprised. “What, are you a lightweight?”

You scoffed. “Hardly. I just don’t wanna get wasted and have to rely on you to drag me home.”

“Suuure.” You reached for the glass, but Johnny managed in one last sip before handing it over again. “Heh. It’s like we just kissed.”

“How old are you?” you grumbled. “Twelve?”

“Only in dog years.”

Before you could point out the inaccuracies of that analogy, Johnny was already talking again.

“Noticed you got all dressed up for me.”

You looked down at your jacket, hoodie, and jeans. Your sense of style wasn’t anything to gawk at. That was the point. When you met Johnny’s eyes again, you saw that his face was riddled with sarcasm.

“You should feel lucky I even agreed to all this.” You folded your arms. “I should just get up and go home now, in fact.”

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, doll,” he chuckled. “No hard feelings. I promise. I’m just givin’ you a hard time is all.”

“I’ll show you a hard time,” you muttered as he stood to order a drink.

“I heard that!” he laughed over his shoulder. You glared at him as he leaned against the counter, joking with the bartender about something or other. His laugh annoyed you. His hair annoyed you. His brash sense of style annoyed you. His ass annoyed you, too. Stop staring at his ass. You almost decided to get up and leave while he was distracted, but even if it was Johnny, you couldn’t bring yourself to be that mean. After all, you had agreed to this. Might as well see it through.

“So?” Johnny asked when he came back with a tall mug of a draft beer. He’d gotten you one, too. You weren’t much for beer, but hey: he was paying. “What’ve you been up to? Been a while since I’ve seen ya.”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

Johnny laughed. It wasn’t a joke.

“Alright, alright. We can just talk about me if you want. Trust me–no issues with that.” He gave you a wink that made you sick to your stomach. Then, he started on a tangent about all the movie work he’d done over the past couple of years. You’d heard of most of the projects from ads, but you let him talk anyways, half-hoping he’d run out of steam eventually. You drank your beer, not relishing in the taste but certainly relishing in the way it made you a little less agitated. Soon, Johnny’s words weren’t even entirely annoying. Sometimes they were even interesting. Not enough to ask any questions about the ins and outs of a Hollywood stunt star, but you were no longer pouting into your glass.

Johnny kept talking. You kept drinking. And then, the inevitable happened. You were drunk. You could tell because the small part of you that was still aware of the world in a more sober-fashion knew he was still talking, but you couldn’t for the life of you actually focus on what he was saying. You’d pick up a sentence or two and then immediately forget about it. You were too distracted by the little details: the way he wet his pink lips after a sip of beer, the warm color of his eyes, his strangely pretty and probably–no, definitely manicured nails. Johnny was a looker. You weren’t one to deny it, but you weren’t happy about it either. In fact, the more you thought about it, the more you looped back around to being irritated with him. How come he had to make you feel this way? You, out of all people, who couldn’t afford to have close relationships? Who couldn’t even stand him in the first place, and yet hesitated to cut contact with him every time you got a text? Who thought about him late at night, alone in bed, and way more often than you wanted to admit?

It was all his fault, you decided. Of course it was. Johnny was messing you all up. You never felt like this, like a lovesick puppy. You frowned, your hazy focus settling on his mouth. You saw Johnny frown, too. It sounded like he was saying your name, and you were sure he was, but you didn’t really care. He snapped his fingers near your ear and it almost brought you back. You leaned in, raising one of your hands. You were gonna give it to him, you decided, show him what for in return for making you feel so stupid and weak and so utterly enamored. But your hand landed a lot more softly on his cheek than you initially meant it to, and instead of telling him off your lips were suddenly busy making love to his.

For once, Johnny didn’t seem to know how to respond. His usual suave self was broken. All he was able to do was sit there, frozen, eyes wide, as you finally did what you thought about doing many times before.

Once you were satisfied, you pulled away with a slow breath. Johnny was blushing. Actually blushing, and not the fake “aw, shucks” kind of blush you’d seen him pull before. This was real. You’d caught him off-guard. You’d destroyed him.

A small smirk found its way onto your lips and you distracted them by finishing off your drink. When you were done, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve and muttered, “You’re stupid.”

“What?” Johnny seemed to genuinely not have heard you, still completely lost in his own world.

“Never mind,” you sighed. “That was…ugh. Whatever. Sorry.”

“Sorry?” He looked even more surprised. “What, like you didn’t mean to kiss me?”

“No. But like–” You struggled for a moment. Now you were getting flustered. “I didn’t want to. I just–I don’t know. I don’t know. It just happened, okay?”

“It absolutely did just happen.” Johnny seemed to be falling back into his nature, now that you were, too. “D’you want it to just happen again?”

“No,” you muttered quickly. But you leaned in again, still staring at him. His hand landed on your neck. It was surprisingly warm. “Maybe.”

“That’s what I thought,” he grinned, and suddenly he was kissing you again. It felt good, but what was even worse was that it felt right. Fulfilling, almost. Like this is what had been missing in your life.

You wanted to beat yourself up just for even thinking that.

After the few sloppy kisses were over, you started packing your things. You knew that if you stayed around him any longer, you were gonna say something you regretted.

“Hey, hey, where’s the fire?” Johnny murmured, still very much in the slow romantic mood that you were desperately trying to pull yourself out of.

“I need to go,” you huffed, standing from the table. The room spun. Johnny took note of the way you wobbled and stood up beside you.

“Hey.” He steadied your shoulders and scanned your face. You furrowed your brow, trying to look intimidating. Based on his expression, it wasn’t working. “You’re drunk.”

“Nice work, genius.”

Johnny’s face slowly fell as he looked at you. A short sigh huffed from his nose. “...We wouldn’t work. Would we?”

You shrugged, both because you knew the answer and you wanted to pretend you didn’t. Johnny nodded. You had never seen him so serious before, nor so sad. It made you wanna throw up. Or maybe it was just the booze and dizziness.

“Let me at least get you home safe.” He started walking you towards the door. It was a slow process, and with his big arms wrapped around your shoulders, you were glad about that. Outside the bar, it was starting to rain, the tiny drops coming down in waves of mist. Johnny cursed under his breath and pulled your hood up for you. As he did so, you caught a glimpse of his face again, kind and doe-eyed and so goddamn sad. Your own lips tugged down in a frown. You looked away as you spoke again.

“We could try.”

“Huh?”

“We could try,” you repeated louder, trying not to stumble. You had the safety net of drink to blame all of this on if you felt differently in the morning. But somehow, you knew you wouldn’t. You could feel Johnny staring at you before the two of you started to walk down the street again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

#if anyone got the reference to noonans bar...teehee #wedontdeservethefics #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #mk #anon #asks #enemies to lovers #cw: alcohol

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ineffabildaddy · 11 months ago

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favourite fic lines tag game

thank u @crowleyslvt for sharing this lovely idea and inviting me to do it!!! i’ve started doing it at work cause i’m bored lol. & i greatly enjoyed reading urs @captainblou and @ironriots so tysm for sharing!!!

For as many as you want of your published works, pick your favourite line/paragraph and post it up here. Let yourself feel proud of your creations.

as usual, explicit content incoming!!!

I Know

I know you want to interrupt me in the middle of a stammering sentence and lift your palm to my glowing cheek. I know you want to kiss me, gentle and fond as a fifteen year-old girl who silently watches the moon shimmer on the surface of a lake, shoulder to shoulder with the greatest friend she's ever known.

Flecks of Stardust

When I unmuzzle you

Moist, fertile earth spills out of your mouth

Preserved from the Eden days all these years

Nourished inside you like a measured promise

And when I unleash you

You remain beside the apple tree you were bound to

Beckoning me to bite once again

Strawberry Scripture

They came, in long rolling waves, at once, breaths squeezed out between yeses and fucks and darlings and angels, sweat trickling off skin and heat emanating off scales and fire casting two souls in iron, never again to be melted into separation. Aziraphale's spend leaked from Crowley's cunt and gushed down the plated finish of her thighs when he pulled out, and it was pure, it was good, it was right, it was just.

you’re so golden

For the first time, Crawley entered Aziraphale that night, chest fluttering and palms slick and dick flaring with ardent rhapsodies while Aziraphale rolled his hips again and again, seizing the flesh protecting Crawley's throat into his mouth each time Crawley's head fell back against the bark of the tree. By the time Crawley's dick twitched and streamed inside Aziraphale, every one of the freckles on his tanned shoulders was obscured by obscene purplish marks, which were not in view of either party, but were nevertheless making their presence known by way of pushing aching bursts all the way through to Crawley's bones. Drooling and hazy, Crawley allowed his eyes to buzz back into focus on the sheen of Aziraphale's stretch marks while he caressed Aziraphale's straining shaft, and oh, fuck, Aziraphale's spend was flecked with gold just as his skin was. In that moment, with Aziraphale squirming on Crawley's softening cock and showering his own belly with starlight, the words I love you sprung to Crawley's mind, although Crawley had very little concept of what those words meant.

Despite Knowing Better…

He paused a breathy, open-mouthed pause, and then: "I wish you could see yourself like this. My dirty, gorgeous slut."

Crowley's hips fidgeted. She pushed her ass further upwards and outwards, grinding against the air, against nothing.

"The sight of you, it's... it's nothing short of obscene."

The demon's eyes flew open. They were flooded, inundated, overrun with amber; not a sliver of white could be seen framing her irises. Her lids drooped slightly as she stared up at him. She was drooling so heavily now that streaks of her spit oozed from her mouth even as Aziraphale fucked it. Aziraphale beheld these developments with a laboured, guttural exhalation.

"Come here."

I’m Beginning to See The Light

"'Course, angel. Just need you nice and open for me first." Crowley's lashes lowered and he ran his tongue across his bottom lip as Aziraphale squirmed on Crowley's fingers, grinding his dick against Crowley's thumb. "That's it. Good boy, fuck my fingers, just like that." Aziraphale smashed his face into the pillow as his hips stuttered and he felt his dick throbbing. "Yes, yes, come for me, sweetheart, you were so so hard for me, you must have been that way for hours, bet that must feel good." The sweeping motions of Crowley's hips came to a halt, but resumed when Aziraphale lifted his face again and begged Crowley not to stop, pleaded with him to carry on. Crowley swallowed thickly, meeting Aziraphale's sleep-bleared eyes with his glassy ones as he fulfilled Aziraphale's request. "Fuck, you like it when I do this? Gorgeous boy, darling boy, you're killing me."

no pressure tags: @raining-stars-somewhere-else @createserenity @robinwithay @foolishlovers

#good omens #fanfic #ineffabildaddy #tag game #<3 <3 <3

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year ago

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HI ITS ME AGAIN good morrow tis i #1murielstan99 im coming out of my anon cage ihtdjvd aaaand uhh for my debut *ushers you into the living room to sit u down on a chair facing a makeshift stage consisting of more chairs a blanket and cardboard boxes. a banner of glued A4 printer paper reads "UR ALL REALLY COOL & I LIKE U THAnk you for tolᵉʳᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍᵐᵉ" in increasingly squished lettering. everything is covered in glitter* ive decided to ✨steal your gig✨ hkhfgdvjgd NO IM SORRY i just wrote you something yippiee!! its tiny i just felt inspired and i got so excited to try it its uh. kinda specific but it came to my head and the ideas just came so fast after i spent like 5 hours on this and didnt even notice them slip by lmao OK ROLL THE CLIP

MC and M6 are walking along a footpath/sidewalk together and along the way they happen upon a whole parade of snails/tiny frogs!!/earthworms/crabs?... (choose your own adventure i guess i cant make up my mind khgxhfx), that came out for a lil sip of the early morning dew, covering up a considerable distance of our duos way. theyre perfectly content to be living their best wet life and blissfully unaware they could get stepped on at any moment when people start to roll out of their houses to carry out their own busy schedules! MC shall categorically not allow that!!! they at first discreetly then with increasing urgency start picking up the little creatures and tossing them to the closest safest space in reach.

Julian: oh worm? yeah hes battled enough leeches in his day to have a good grip on this task. these dont even bite! this is gonna be *grabs snail too hard and hears a crack* OH fu-

some quick healing magic later he decides to observe you for a while at first to figure out the best approach, squatting next to you and fawning over how gentle you are and how many you can fit in your hand. he offers his gloves to you but they dont fit and only make it harder. tries again when he feels more confident and makes his way through the crowded path close behind you

Asra: sits himself down on the grass near you, teases you lovingly about how seriously youre taking your Hero of the Realm job, not letting a single endangered soul go unnoticed under your watch. helps a little, takes a break when his back starts to ache from bending down, gets some more again, feeds some to faust while youre not looking, and one when youre looking for good measure, uses a spell to move them dozens at once to make it faster when the sun starts to get too hot to stay for much longer

Nadia: applauds your devotion to protecting the environment but are you sure this doesnt qualify for an infestation and perhaps we should let natural selection run its course? in the end you spend enough time there for her to get invested too. Doesnt grab any by force, places her hand out and waits for something to catch a ride (in the snail scenario you just stare at her stoically holding the same position while the speciman inches towards her but when it boops into her finger it starts equally slowly turning around (to her hidden but great disappointment))

Muriel: you just give each other a look of determination and nod. commence operation Back in the Wild immediately. youre trained proffesionals, with countless hours of experience on the job gained on your forest patrols while dealing with more worn out mainstream dirtpaths used by a bigger population of people regularly and on early morning trips into town where you have encountered this scenario often enough. you got this covered.

you get your Tools of the Trade (never leave home withoutem) out of your pockets: glass jars magically perma-moistened with water to provide Ultimate💯Slippagge💯Comfort while simultaneously discouraging escape and little thin but blunt sticks (designed & made by the mountain himself) for lifting the snails heads up to get them to peel off the ground so as not to tear their shells off when picking them up/scooping up earthworms to grab them easier and gentler than with your fingers/stopping a tiny frog midjump and blocking it from escaping, try to get it to hop on the stick (thats the hardest one to get right. many attempts and abundant patience needed)/giving a crab the stick to pinch on to neutralize it, pop it in the jar baby

you work with sharp efficiency, well versed in all the techniques and get nearly all the little buddies out of harms way before the sun gets beaming too high & hot and they fry to a crisp. you exchange a fistbump put on your cool sunglasses awesomely and walk off with your back to a bunch of explosions, sick guitar licks and a disembodied "YYYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" audible in the distance. 💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💥⭐🤙🤙🤙🤘🤘life is good

Pasha: well we were kind of in a rush to get to a business meeting, and shes not exactly fond of the pests that she has been locked in eternal combat with in continued efforts to protect her garden, but. aww, they are pretty adorably tiny and helpless! alright lets do this quick! she holds out her skirt/jacket/apron as a container for you to place them into for safekeeping, when you collect them all she promptly YEETS them over onto the nearest green patch as is her signature move when getting intruders off of her prized parsleys & peppers. well. theyre small enough not to take fall damage anyway. you hope

Lucio: he keeps walking, after a minute notices MC lagging back, jogs back to you shouting to ask whats the holdup, proceeds to accidentally step on a snail. after a thorough scolding keeps his distance for a bit, refusing to pick up a single slimy little bastard no thank you hes had enough bad experience with that sort of thing he'll sit this one out. after 20 minutes of grumbling and pacing and watching you pitterpatter to n fro he gets to ground level to observe the critters. why do you even care cmon theyre so teeny weeny. pokes the snails on their lil eyestalks to his great amusement when they squash their faces into themselves. from there we work up to gentle picking up. he retches a lil when he sees you with a whole handful of wormies. hopes to god you didnt see that. you pretend you didnt💕

ok this is slightly less tiny than what i first had in mind and a lot more snail centered than advertised dgkhdtyfg wow you totally cant who i wrote this in mind with no favoritism here no siree anywAy this week was the most fun ive ever had i think. also after writing this i think i can safely say ive decided on a snail familiar for me xDD i can only hope youll enjoy this in some way lmao god i hope theres so weird incomprehensible mistakes i checked it like 27 times i swear ok im clicking send nnnnnnnnnnnnnnoW 321GOAAAHH

@tetsuooooooooooo hi!! I'm so excited to make a new friend!!

And oh. my. WORD, these kinds of scenarios are what makes headcanons some of my favorite fandom things to read! Thank you for sending this, friend, these are priceless and I love them!!! ^.^

The different reaction to the slimy little things, too, it's all too cute for me, and the sunglasses were such a perfect mental image for Muriel's B)

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana crack #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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