#but💥💥💥 on the good side of thing

[choccymilllk]

hey guys it's mirai choccymilllk silly doodle time ‼️‼️what do you mean it's August now,, what about my artfight..(ive lost my sense of time)

💥💥💥💥💥💥big explosion

[moe-broey]

Yesterday I remembered Soul Silver existed

I love how my team is like... a mix of basic and huh. Where'd you get That..... that's kinda the gimmick behind it though! Plus, making choices I typically wouldn't make. Like, usually I'd pick Umbreon over Espeon, I've never actually used the red Gyarados in a playthrough before. There are some Pokemon in Johto that are near impossible for me to say no to though (Chikorita line they could NEVER make me hate you.... Togepi line is Always a given for me. But even then, I'm p sure you're not supposed to have the stone to fully evolve it at this point -- I traded one in!)

Most notable team members...

This was a lucky find! I wasn't even using the Radar. Impulsively I REALLY wanted to shiny hunt one, so I set up the garden to get Porygon encounters (that Pearl is semi-fresh as well), and... literally. Just a few random encounters. I fucking ran into this guy. Insane. I've kinda opted not to fully evolve it! I think it's soooo cutes... I love Porygon-Z too, but I also had one on my team in that Pearl file I mentioned LMFAO. So it was neat actually! Getting a feel for how Porygon-2 is different than Porygon-Z! I also just love.... the rubber duckie of it all... the. It's literally called a drinking bird? The desk toy. Okay. Well I love that too! It's very cute!!!

This one.... you know it. We all know it. The HG/SS starter hunt. REALLY fun hunt! But man. To be so real Iggy is bittersweet, to me. I went through a really rough patch where I couldn't get myself to enjoy Pokemon anymore when I first came out as trans. I tried really hard to make what was given to me... work. So a lot of my old Pokemon/save files had my deadname as the OT (and even if they didn't, they'd always be the girl trainer). It's kinda sweet, though. I've long since nuked that save. Iggy is the soul (hah) survivor of it. A second chance at life, perhaps? It was really nice to actually use him on a team, after being dormant all these years. And... yeah okay fine Typhlosion is fucking good. Okay. I'll admit it. Still I will live and die by my pokey ass flower dinosaur it's CUTE. OKAY. WHATEVER... (which is to say! Newfound appreciation for the Cyndaquil line! It's a Pokemon I never felt especially strongly about prior!)

And! The rest!

Again just most basic run of the mill Johto team ever. Special shoutouts to Shrimp for carrying my ass against Lance (everybody say thank you Ice Fang). Poly2 ALSO carried during that fight though (everybody say thank you Discharge -- also Poly2 is surprisingly defensive? Huh!). Everyone did their part though! (... Chikpea's part is to look cute). Also having an Espeon on my team (miss Lulu...) DOES fill me w an INCREDIBLE YEARNING for the radioactive toxic slutch bitch.................... I really didn't want to stop everything and hunt for it for god knows how long though. Not here. Not now. Another place... maybe.

The BIGGEST reason I wanted to just buckle down and tear the bandaid off though (save was abandoned like right at Victory Road lmfao), is. I really want to See. If I can get the endlessly time consuming and convoluted Safari Zone set up before/just in time for June. I think I started a little late if I want it fully decked out, but. Really the biggest struggle I run into lately w Pokemon is just feeling... aimless. I Can have fun if I have a set goal in mind. But I think the sadness of having to uproot everything and start over and over and over again just never left.

I need NEW sadness. EXCITING sadness. EXHILARATING SADNESS. I have to do Safari Week. I Have To. I HAVE TO‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️IT WILL FIX ME BY BREAKING ME I HAVE TO DO SAFARI WEEK AND I HAVE TO DO IT ALL THE FUCKING WAY OR SO HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I actually did a hint of Safari Week last year in Leaf Green, no goal in mind, very noncommittal (also didn't find anything, for better or worse lmfao). I only have one cart as well. Nothing fancy. I think it could be more rewarding (and less painful. Maybe.) if I could do hunts across dif games! I'm compelled by the Hoenn Safari too, but... feels like.... too much set up.... <- guy who's picking the infinitely more set up heavy option LMFAOOO

BUT I THINK. SS HAS POTENTIAL. ESP in the variety of Pokemon you can encounter if you put the work/research in. Plus is just an objectively cool game to have shinies in! I also just kinda like the idea that it gives me something to work towards, maybe. If I lose a shiny, I'll want to reclaim it. Reclaiming run away shinies can sometimes be a yearly process, when you partake in Safari Week! There's also just very specific things I like about Safari hunting actually... like the understanding that just SEEING specific Pokemon as shinies is an incredible rarity, nevermind actually catching them. Think Chansey, but also the white whale of the FR/LG Safari, the 1% Dragonair fishing encounter (not a single person has caught that specific encounter yet!!!!!! And I am not going for it. I'm leaving that to god's strongest warriors.)

Idk idk, I just think it's neat. And maybe I like the idea of taking immense emotional damage. It's enrichment... for me...... but I also really like the idea of participating in a community driven event, too! I don't know how strong of a presence it has outside of youtube, but! Shiny hunting while watching someone else shiny hunt will never get old. To me.

[dynmghts]

bnha ultra archive thank u for promoting my "bakugou katsuki is a pretty boy" agenda bc every time i remember he's grouped under ikemen for his face type i gain years back on my life

(and yea izuku is put in gag characters but he doesn't fit ikemen and he is nooot sensible and/or normal. so this makes sense the only other group is girls lmao)

it also contains such a vital lil extra i want to get my hands on because miss uraraka ochako saw right through katsuki's anger (after final exams, where they passed bc izuku punched all might and carried katsuki out through the gate) and guessed it was just him being jealous of izuku's growth

[keeps-ache]

i still smell like incense..

[calcifiedunderland]

I love your selkie Jade fic!! It’s so good and so creative! I need a Floyd courting fic like I need air, maybe where Yuu has no idea what Floyd strange behavior is, but the octavinelle crew is acting very odd and extra smug when they see Floyd and the prefect together

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THANK YOU!!! I’m glad you liked the Jade Selkie fic AH!!! I really wanted to write a Floyd version too hehe, hope you enjoy~

Floyd Leech, ft. Selkie

Jade! Azul!

Floyd was confident no one would dare take his pelt. It was easy to steal a selkie’s pelt when it was left unattended (like Jade’s) or hidden (like Azul’s). Floyd always knew where his was - always, always, on his person.

When he had to go to the surface to attend NRC, their father gave him two pieces of advice. One, always pay attention to your footwear. And two, always keep your pelt with you. Whether it’s in your bag, over your shoulders, or under your clothes.

People expected Floyd to be more lax with his skin, but he took the advice to heart more than Jade, who liked showing it off tantalizingly to those grubby landers. So, Floyd’s pelt was always under his clothes. He hated the feeling of extra layers, but he hated being parted with the pelt even more. The very thought of being taken away from the ocean made his human skin crawl.

Imagine his panic when he couldn’t find it once he returned to his dorm after club practice.

He’d tied the pelt securely underneath his basketball jersey, and practice went off without a hitch. He was fired up that day too. He’d won points left and right, and left the gym feeling great. Up until he realized his pelt was no longer snugly tied to his torso, and his heart dropped. He’d passed through the gym, the entire school, the mirror chamber, and through the Lounge up to his dorm. He could’ve lost it anywhere. To anyone.

Jade opened their dorm door to see Floyd flinging things around their room, and launching himself to Jade’s side to dig through his things. “What in the Seven’s are you doing, Floyd?” He didn’t even need to a response when Floyd turned to him with sheer panic on his face. Jade felt his throat tighten. Floyd lost his pelt.

Meanwhile, you stared at the… cloth? in front of you. Earlier today, you’d stopped by the gym while running errands for Crowley. As you made your way across, you noticed a teal heap amidst the basketballs. You knelt, curious, and picked it up. Wait, isn’t this what Jade and Floyd wear?

You didn’t really know what it was, only that it seemed special to them. You never wanted to be rude and ask him about it though, since you figured Floyd had his reasons for hiding it, while Jade has his own for flaunting it.

That thing was massive. You didn’t even see a zipper on it, so it couldn’t be a jacket. Not to mention, it felt kind of… leathery, almost. Like fish skin or something.

When you got to Ramshackle, you folded it neatly before tucking it in a spare shoebox you had. It had a few jewelry pieces in it with shells and pearls. You also chucked a shoe polish in, as well as some funky patterned socks you didn’t want. You decided to leave them in, tucked under the cloth. Maybe Floyd would like them.

The next day, you walked into Mostro Lounge with the box. You overheard some students freaking out, whispering about Floyd being in one of his moods, but this time it was even worse.

You frowned, suddenly nervous. Floyd’s freaking out? Why? You clutched the box a bit tighter. Was it because of the cloth?

In Azul’s office, Floyd was damn near about to blow the whole dorm up. It took Jade wrestling him down and Azul placating him, to get him to calm down just a fraction.

Even now, Jade had to keep watchful eye on him while Azul had a million contracts on his desk, hair wild from running his hands through it. Currently, Floyd was staring listlessly at the wall, bouncing his leg wildly. Who could have possibly been brazen enough to take Floyd’s pelt…? Jade and Azul had an understanding. They’d make them pay for this.

You overheard someone say Floyd was in Azul’s office, so you knocked on the door. “Hey, is Floyd in there?” You called, walking in. Jade glanced at Floyd, who seemed to at least compose himself in front of you. How interesting.

You stopped in front of Floyd, who looked up at you from the couch. He looked up at you, irritated. You cleared your throat, presenting the box to him. “I found your… belongings so I thought I’d give it back to you. It was in the gym, I figured you didn’t want to lose it.”

Floyd’s eyes zeroed in on the box, sensing the pelt, and he grabbed it from you. He nearly tore the top off, but at last he had his pelt back. He almost tore his uniform off then and there to feel it against his skin when he suddenly stopped.

You gave it back to him. You, gave it back to him. You gave it back.

Jade and Azul stared wide eyed at you and Floyd. You cleared your throat uncomfortably, “I also put some extra stuff in the box too, if you want it.”

Floyd lifted the skin a bit, and his eyes went wide. Glittering jewelry, shells, and pearls nestled in the folds of the pelt. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and Jade and Azul gasped.

“Oho?” Jade said, grinning slowly. “Oho?” Azul looked shocked. Floyd lifted the pelt out, and more jewelry fell out between the folds. Jade lifted his hand to his mouth, looking sly, “how forward of you, (Name). And in front of us, too.” Azul rose an eyebrow, pleased, “I must say, I didn’t expect you to be the pelt thief. What an interesting development.”

Floyd was quiet, staring at everything in shock. He didn’t expect this from you, Shrimpy. You always were able to surprise him, but this took the bait. It was like everything started to make sense.

You had to know what you’d done. You gave Floyd jewelry, something merfolk did when they wanted to show affection. Not only that, you gave him things directly related to his interests. He eyed the shoe polish with interest, grinning widely. This was textbook courting rituals.

“Ne, shrimpy really is the best~” He stood, mood completely changed. You shrank back a bit as he leered over you. As he gazed into your eyes, you felt the acute sense that you just did something big.

“Don’t you worry Shrimpy, I’m gonna repay you back real good~” Floyd winked at you. You smiled nervously, conscious of the others’ smirks, “I-I should go.” You scurried out of Azul’s office, hearing Floyd’s raucous laughter echo behind you.

Floyd’s kinda weird today, you thought. You didn’t particularly mind it, though. Although dealing with Azul and Jade was a doozy.

Azul ran into you earlier, although you weren’t sure it was on accident. He’d hummed cryptically, with that sneaky businessman smirk he had when he knew something you didn’t. “I must say, it was incredibly forward of you to present Floyd’s pelt, especially with extra gifts. He was energetic all night, he hardly did any Lounge work,” Azul’s words somehow held little annoyance. Confusion filled you. His ‘pelt’? And the jewelry and shoe polish? Was it a big deal?

Azul continued, “You should find Jade later. He will want to speak to you, especially to go over your plans.” Your brow furrowed, echoing “plans?” Azul nodded, amused. “It’s more informal, since we’ve known you before. Just to discuss matters - the timing, ideal circumstance, your intentions, so forth.” He’d walked off before you could ask more. Your head swam.

You hadn’t been able to properly speak to Jade. He was all cordial smiles and, surprisingly, bowed to you multiple times. An amused smile graced his face, and he seemed to revel in your alarm. He’d brush past you just before you could ask him anything, and was always replaced by Floyd bounding up to you and taking you into his arms in giggles.

Ever since you gave him the box, Floyd was strangely clingy. His constant hugging and nuzzling you was borderline affectionate, and it made your heart stutter and stomach feel fluttery. You noted that he was wearing the jewelry you stuck in the box, next to the pelt peeking out of his shirt.

“Hey, (Name),” he said while leaning against you. You were both in the library. Floyd insisted on accompanying you everywhere, and seemed to be exhausted with how much he was yawning at you. “We should go swimmin,’ I’m bored here.”

You sighed, shutting your notebook. “I have work to do, Floyd.” You spied a couch nearby, “you could take a nap maybe, if you’re tired?” Floyd looked you up and down, before grinning. “Nah.”

He tossed you over his shoulder, and you shouted, making the ghost librarians shush you loudly. “Floyd!” He laughed and ran out before the ghosts could catch him.

He ran you all the way to the back of Mostro Lounge by the private fish tanks, where the tanks for the merfolk were. Finally he put you down, still cuddling you as the blue light from the waters washed over you.

Seeing the tanks, you suddenly remembered Azul talking about a pelt. Your mind flashed to the cloth you picked up from the gym. The skin-like texture. Floyd’s moodiness. The secrecy. You’d heard the word ‘Selkie’ being thrown around before, and you knew Floyd was a mer. The thought hid you like a truck - if the pelt belonged to Floyd, then was he a Selkie? Your heart pounded. And you gave the pelt back to him.

Jade walked in, holding a drink and potion in hand. “Ah, Floyd, you’re back.” Floyd grinned at him, shaking you side to side in his arms, “hey Jade~ me n’ Shrimpy are going to take a swim!” Jade smiled pleasantly, gaze locking onto you. “Could I have a moment with (name), please? It should only take a minute.”

Floyd pouted, but Jade gave him a look. Finally, let you go with a little sulk, but not before giving you a final squeeze. “I’ma be back, Shrimpy!~ Don’t go anywhere!” He flounced off, leaving you with Jade.

Jade handed you the drink and potion. “This is on the house, and this is an underwater breathing potion. I thought you may need one,” he said cryptically. You smiled warily at him, and you dumped the potion into the drink to mix it.

Jade sighed happily. “Mother and Father will be so thrilled.” You sipped your drink, throat feeling dry. “What do you mean?”

Jade continued as if he didn’t hear you, “please be gentle to Floyd. He’s never done this before, but I’ve never seen him so besotted with anything before.” Jade suddenly became serious, looking you in the eye. “You will not hurt him. And you won’t need to worry about him. I assure you, our parents took our lessons quite seriously where courting was concerned. He was always the one to wear his heart on his fins, so to speak. He’s quite romantic at heart, really.”

You nearly choked. “C-courting?!” Jade nodded, slowly grinning mischievously. “Of course. You made your intentions quite clear when you gave Floyd back his pelt. With some lovely courting gifts, no less.” Jade looked fondly at you, patting your shoulder. “You will be a welcome part of the family. Usually gifts such as jewelry come much later in the courting process, but I expect you’ll be betrothed quite soon with how taken Floyd is with you.”

Now you actually choked. “He- what?!” You couldn’t lie, you weren’t exactly upset about Floyd liking you, but courting? This was fast. Jade nodded. If he sensed your growing panic and confusion, he certainly ignored it (or found it entertaining) as he smiled at you. “Yes, he was quite pleased that you were the one who found his pelt. Ah, young love~”

You downed your drink as Floyd bounded back to you, sweeping you up. “Shrimpy~ I’m back!” He’d stripped off his outer garments. His pelt was draped over his shoulders like a towel, and he grinned down at you. “Let’s go~ I’ll keep ya safe, promise!”

As he waded into the waters, you decided to just accept your fate. You reached up and kissed Floyd on the cheek, pressing your face to his gently. He squished you against him as the water rose and his lower half meshed with the pelt, turning back into his eel form.

He rubbed his cheek against yours, “I’m happy you gave me back my pelt, Shrimpy.” You felt Floyd smile against your face, and you hugged him back. “Y’know what? I’m happy too, Floyd.”

THE MAN THE MYTH THE EEL!!! Floyd!!!!!

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Max "If It Weren't For The Baby" Verstappen | MV1

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: Max and George show no signs of stopping anytime soon and poor y/n is stuck between a rock and a hard place. but soon things escalate when Max accidentally opens his big mouth.

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y/n_russell posted:

y/n_russell: Habibi come to Abu Dhabi✨

Comments:

user: SHE’S BACK, EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!! 🔥🔥🔥 user: MOTHER RETURNED TO THE GRID AND IT SHOWS. user: Abu Dhabi isn’t ready for her!! 😍 user: Not to be messy, but is that a bump or just the angle? 👀

user: Delete this before you embarrass yourself further. 🙄 user: You do realize that’s body-shaming, right? Yikes. user: Maybe it’s just the dress, maybe it’s none of our business. Either way—don’t. user: Imagine logging onto the internet just to get ratio’d in the comments. Couldn’t be me.

georgerussell63: Wow. 2 whole photo in front of Lewis’s garage? Feeling betrayed right now.

y/n_russell: omg george, do you want me to write "george is my favorite" on my forehead or something? relax. georgerussell63: I’m just saying, where’s the support? y/n_russell: maybe if your garage didn’t feel like the waiting room at a dentist’s office, I’d consider it. georgerussell63: That’s because we’re professional. y/n_russell: nah, it’s because you have the personality of unseasoned chicken. user: 💀💀💀 SHE CAME FOR HIS LIFE.

user: MAX. LIKED. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.

user: Not Max creeping in the shadows like that. George, sweetie, you seeing this? user: Netflix doesn’t even need to make a script this season. The show’s writing itself.

landonorris: MOTHER.

y/n_russell: 🔪🔪🔪 user: The knives are out. Lando, RUN.

lewishamilton: Always great to have you around. Thanks for showing up and supporting me this weekend. Much love ❤️

y/n_russell: Wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know I’m rooting for you Lew! Big things ahead 💪🏽

f1teaspill posted:

f1teaspill: Okay, F1 fans, we’ve got a hot one for you! Max Verstappen and George Russell’s sister, Y/n, were spotted on a hotel balcony together, and it’s seriously got people talking. 👀 Y/n was supposed to be at a totally different hotel with George, so why is she with Max—especially with all the drama going down between them? 🤔

Is there something going on between these two? Or is Y/n just making it clear that she’s Team Max in this ongoing feud? You know we’ll be watching this one unfold closely... 🔥

Comments:

user: Yooo, what’s going on here?! Y/n is in Max’s hotel?? 😳

user: Is this a secret relationship or is Y/n just picking sides? I need answers!! 😬

user: So Y/n's team Max now? This is messy. 👀

user: Max and Y/n are lowkey dating and no one’s telling us?! I need the receipts ASAP. 😩🔥

user: Sis really out here with Max?? I can’t believe this. George is gonna flip. 😬

user: Okay, but like... is she betraying George by cozying up with Max right now? Or is she just done with the drama? 👀

user: Nah, this can’t be real. She’s out here looking all comfy with Max while George is literally her brother?? What kind of betrayal is this? 😱

user: Is this the kind of power move we’re witnessing?? Y/n dropping George for Max?? 🤯💥

user: Ok, but lowkey, I ship them so hard. Max and Y/n would make the hottest couple. 🔥🔥

user: No, fr. Max and Y/n are EVERYTHING. They look so good together, I’m lowkey obsessed. 😍👀 user: Can we just take a minute to appreciate how they’re literally radiating chemistry? I don’t care if they’re not dating—they should be. 😩💅

user: The way she’s just chilling with Max tho... George must be somewhere crying right now. 🤣💀

f1teaspill posted:

f1teaspill: “If it weren’t for the baby.” Three words that sent the paddock and the internet into absolute mayham today after Max Verstappen dropped the bomb during an interview. 👶💣

Fans are already in detective mode, dissecting every second of this wild moment. Whose baby? Is Max a secret dad? And what does George Russell have anything to do with it?

Interview Transcript:

Journalist: Max, earlier this week George Russell referred to you as a “bully” in his recent comments. Do you have any thoughts on that?

Max: (chuckles awkwardly) Well, you know, George always has something to say. I’m not going to get into it.

Journalist: But do you think his characterization of you is fair?

Max: (sighs) Look, I’m just here to race. I’m not interested in petty drama.

Journalist: It doesn’t seem like George is letting it go anytime soon. Are you planning to address it with him directly?

Max: (visibly annoyed) I really don’t see the point in—

Journalist: But isn’t it important to clear the air, especially since the tension is so public now?

Max: (snapping) If it weren’t for the baby, I wouldn’t even bother trying to make peace with him!

(A beat of stunned silence. Max’s eyes widen in realization.)

Journalist: The… baby? What baby? Max, can you clarify—

(Max mutters something under his breath and walks off, leaving the journalist baffled.)

Comments:

user: BABY???? HELLO? MAX, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

user: What baby, Max?! WHOSE BABY?! I haven’t been this confused since Abu Dhabi 2021.

user: Can someone please check if Max even knows what he said? He looked so panicked when he walked off.

user: “If it weren’t for the baby”??? Sir, we’re not in Panem; calm down.

user: Peeta Verstappen has entered the chat. Someone hand him a loaf of bread. user: Peeta Mellark walked so Max Verstappen could run user: I just KNOW someone’s editing Max into a Peeta scene as we speak. Can’t wait.

user: Okay but what baby would involve George? George is childless?

user: Guys, hear me out: What if Max is secretly dating George’s sister? That’s the ONLY way a baby ties them together. user: Nah, there’s no way. George would’ve punched Max into next week already. user: Okay but think about it. Max. George’s sister. A baby. Uncle George. THIS IS LORE. user: I’m just saying, George’s sister has been looking very glow-y lately… 👀 user: Not a theory, just facts: Max is babytrapping George into a truce. 💀 user: Wait... isn’t George’s sister in Abu Dhabi right now?? 👀 user: omg and they were seen together on his hotel balcony jskjsk user: I’M SCREAMING. THIS THEORY IS TOO GOOD. user: Max... the man, the myth, the secret brother-in-law.

user: F1 fandom today: trying to figure out if Max has a secret family or if we’re all just collectively hallucinating.

user: Bro, if this is true, Netflix better dedicate a whole episode to Uncle George. user: “If it weren’t for the baby” is my villain origin story now.

user: GUYS. What if Max meant baby as in, like, his cat or something? We’re spiraling.

user: Okay but why would George care about Max’s cat?! Use your brain. user: Honestly, the only thing that makes sense is Max dating George’s sister. Uncle George confirmed. Case closed.

user: Y’all, the way I will actually SCREAM if Max and George’s sister are together. This is better than any race drama.

user: Max Verstappen?? A baby daddy?? In THIS economy??

user: Everyone’s fighting over the baby, but I’m just here wondering how Christian Horner is gonna spin this in interviews.

user: Plot twist: The baby is Christian Horner’s with Toto 😭

user: STOP. This is the most chaotic F1 season ever, and I love it.

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[ghoulishhx]

im insane but i need facetime sex with frankie whilst hes away. he would be so shy and lowkey confused (old man doesnt get technology bless him) until you spread your legs for the camera and start drooling over the sight of his cock.

erm ANYWAYS

-💥

this 😵‍💫 oh my god. I've been thinking about this for days now, your requests make me fucking feral girl, I hope you enjoy this lil thing i whipped up!!

18+ MDNI below the cut :3

Frank Castle and FaceTime Sex - headcanon/drabble

he's such a fucking grandpa when it comes to technology. the first time you'd call him on facetime he'd pick up and put the phone to his ear

"no frank- move your phone in front of your face.. no frankie, i can see directly into your brain"

"I won't be able to hear ya if it's not up to m'ear doll.." he grumbles, completely oblivious to the situation.

"then turn your fuckin' volume up old man!!"

he finally catches on and he's met with your giggly face as he raises his eyebrows

"didn't know ya could do this, why didn't ya call me like this sooner babydoll?"

and from then on out he'd facetime you every night (if he could) from his shitty motel rooms, after you taught him it was a whole damn separate app on the phone. Frank loved being able to see you so candidly when he was away from home, often staying on the phone with you as you fell asleep, camera facing you as he stared lovingly at your unconscious form, hating how he wasn't there in person to hold you and kiss you as you dreamt soundly in his hold.

you were the one who initiated the inevitable facetime sex, it was only a matter of time until the light bulb went off in your head. instead of sending him sexy selfies for him to fuck his fist to, why not be his own personal cam girl?

you call him one night, earlier than usual because that day you had been needier than usual.

"everythin' ok sweetheart? was gonna call you in a couple hours-"

he's cut off as you angle the phone down, showing him your body in his favourite black lacy underwear. you devilishly grin as you watch the muscles in his jaw tick, watching him try and suppress a groan at the sight of you.

"fuck mama, ya tryna kill me or somthin'? feelin' needy?" he softly speaks into the microphone, his voice rough, laced with his own desire.

"mhm frankie, need you so bad.. been wanting you all day.."

"shh doll 'm here now.. want ya to do everythin' i ask, okay sugar?" his own hand travels down to his bulge in his jeans, roughly palming himself through the fabric, cock impossibly hard just from seeing your perfect body through the tiny screen.

you whine in response to his question, moving your hands down to your core but he stops you.

"not yet babygirl, want ya to pull y'bra down.. slowly. no need to rush, we got all night.. lemme see those pretty fuckin' tits."

you comply with his requests, pulling your breasys out and slowly kneading the flesh in your palm, twisting your nipples slowly as your breathing deepens, soft moans and whines escape your plush lips as you rut your hips into the air, chasing non existent friction as you clench around nothing. he can't help but shed himself with his clothes instantly, pulling his boxers down and exposing himself in record time, his arousal destroying him.

"good fuckin' girl, my good girl. wanna see what ya do to me? bein' so perfect f'me?... shit how do I turn the camera round.."

you laugh as you instruct him, and your laughs stop as you see him, thick, hard and dripping all over himself as he fucks into his hand, groaning your name as well as a string of curse words and strangled moans. you practically drool at the sight, sucking on your fingers in the camera before reaching down to play with your pebbled nipple as he requested.

"thatsss it babygirl, push y'panties to the side, need to see her.." you comply, moving the phone to show him your spread legs, soaked panties and slick cunt. franks eyes roll to the back of his head as his cock twitches desperately, fucking his hand quicker as precum oozes from his red tip. "fuckin' soaked sweet girl, rub your clit f'me, slowly.. attagirl."

he talks you through pleasuring yourself, telling you to speed up, rub harder, stop altogether. he makes you take it agonisingly slow until you're begging him through the receiver to let you touch yourself more, your release imminent as he continues edging you with his dirty words.

"gonna fuckin' ruin ya when i come home Monday.. fuck baby, teasin' me like this.. shit. need to fill that pretty lil mouth.. need to stretch that pretty pussy with my cock, that what ya want doll?"

"frankie- please.. 'm so close.. pleasepleaseplease-"

"been so good f'me doll, that's it cum for me. pretend it's me instead of ya fingers." his orgasm is close too, however he waits until yours crashes through you first, hearing you whine his name as you both cum together, gushing over your own hands wishing it were the others instead.

let's just say when he finally does come home, you both don't leave your shared bedroom for the entire day, calling your work telling them you're too sick when in reality you're getting stuffed full of him repeatedly until your knees give out.

being taught what facetime was, is the best thing that ever happened to frank.

[astrolook]

🌙 Moon in Synastry: How You Emotionally Connect (or Clash) 💥

Note: First of all, these are my personal observations based on client readings and what I have observed in real life relationships whether flings, short-term romances, long-term commitments, or marriages. We will be looking into both good and the shadow side of it. No single synastry aspect determines if a relationship is “meant to be” or if someone is your soulmate. True soulmates won’t bring you constant pain, abuse, emotional neglect, or detachment. They won’t harm you, manipulate you, or make you question your worth.

Now, with that said… let’s dive into today's post!

Moon in Fire Signs (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) 🔥- You feel first, think later. Both outbursts and passionate affection are all part of the package. If partner can’t keep up with your energy, you’ll get bored fast. If both of you have fire moons, you’ll either ignite a romance or burn it down.

Moon in Air Signs (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) 🌬️- You process feelings by talking it out… forever. Space and freedom are your emotional love language with some occasional tears. If partner is clingy, your flight mode gets activated. If both of you have air moons, your love notes will be text essays and memes.

Moon in Earth Signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) 🌿- Stability > emotional drama. Love here is shown thru practical actions. You bottle up emotions until…well, you explode in the most rational way possible. If partner isn’t dependable, you check out emotionally. If both of you have earth moons, you’re basically a power couple with a solid 401(k).

Moon in Water Signs (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) 🌊- Your emotions run deeper than the Mariana Trench. When hurt, you withdraw into your emotional shell…for years. You crave soul-connections but somehow 9/10 times attracts toxic people successfully. If both of you have water moons, the relationship feels destined, intense, and occasionally exhausting.

Moon through the houses:

Moon in 1st -

The Moon person emotions are all over your identity. The house person feels seen and accepted. Instant emotional connection. They can read your moods before you even speak. Feels like you've known each other forever. The house person would feel emotionally tied together.

The Moon person might be too emotionally reactive to house person’s moods. If emotions aren't mutual, one person might feel suffocated. House person might feel too exposed or emotionally overwhelmed. Can lead to codependency if not balanced.

Moon in 2nd -

The Moon person sees the house person as their personal emotional ATM like the withdrawals of comfort and security guaranteed! If you both love practical romance think home-cooked meals and doing something together, this is a dream come true. The Moon person truly adores the house person and sees them attractive and their "type".

The Moon person might get a little too comfy, treating the house person like an emotional vending machine. The house person could become way too possessive. True love is priceless, but this overlay might make it feel like it comes with a price tag. House person could feel like they are taken advantage of by the Moon person.

Moon in 3rd -

Conversations just flow, it’s like your brains are on the same Wi-Fi network. The Moon person gets the house person’s way of thinking, no explanations needed. The bond is fun, light, and effortlessly supportive. Both of you laughs at the same dumb jokes or have deep talks.

The connection can feel more bestie with emotional perks/benefits than fiery soulmate passion. The Moon person could get a little too invested in the house person's daily life. One of you might feel the other is too chatty and just won't shut up about things.

Moon in 4th -

There is a weird sense of "I know you". Deep emotional security, like an invisible weighted blanket wrapped around both of you. Feels heartwarming and like family. If you both love intensity, this is the ride-or-die emotional bond.

Family-level fights. Emotional abuse. You know, the kind where only they can trigger your childhood wounds in 0.2 seconds. Emotional baggage unpacked right in the middle of your relationship. The Moon person might behave like an overbearing parent making the house person feel like "Why can't I breathe around you?"

Moon in 5th -

The Moon person sees the house person as pure romantic magic even their bad hair days look artistic. The Moon person is like head over heels for the house person. feels like young, child-like love no matter their age.

The Moon person might idolize the house person a little too much. Responsibilities take a backseat. If the house person doesn’t return the emotional warmth, the Moon person feels like a sad poet. Common in one-sided relationships.

Moon in 6th -

The Moon person feels like it's their mission is to take care of the house person. One of you is always looking out for the other, which can be adorable. If you have a shared goal, dream team vibes! You get stuff done. This overlay can create a nurturing, stable relationship.

The Moon person can sacrifice too much and then passive-aggressively sulk about it. It can feel more like a boss/employee dynamic than romance unless you’re into that. If either of you lacks boundaries, this turns into resentment city fast. The Moon person micromanages the house person's daily life. The house person might start expecting favors and the Moon person could feel like an unpaid intern.

Moon in 7th -

This overlay feels like slipping into your favorite cozy hoodie, it's safe, familiar, and warm. The house person naturally wants to be around the Moon person. Relationship flows like a well-balanced duet as you complete each other. One of the strongest overlays for long-term commitment.

If one person takes the other for granted, resentment brews like bad coffee. The Moon person may get emotionally clingy, which can suffocate the house person. One of you is suppressing their emotions and simply compromise to keep the peace.

Moon in 8th -

You’re drawn to each other like moths to a forbidden flame. Unspoken understanding like you can read each other’s soul files. A transformational relationship whether that’s growth or destruction depends on you. The whole dark romance package.

Feels less like romance, more like a crime-of-passion waiting to happen. Triggers all the buried baggage like insecurities, jealousy and all. Couples who are one and off for years and can't really let go of each other has this overlay.

Moon in 9th -

You bond over big ideas, deep convos, and shared worldviews. Mutual growth like adventuring together, mentally or literally. Long-distance isn't a problem as your connection transcends miles. The house person feels inspired like a guru with their most devoted follower.

Moon person might feel inferior, house person might feel pressured to be amazing 24/7. Too much idealism on one or both sides. May turn into a motivational speaker/fan club dynamic instead of romance.

Moon in 10th -

There is mutual respect for each other’s achievements and professional goals. One of you might be the ultimate trophy for the other’s success story. Practical and productive. No time for emotional drama. If you’re both goal-oriented, you’re the dream team.

Trophy wife/husband vibes can get a little too shallow for comfort. Emotional distance and self-serving tendencies may leave one or both of you feeling a bit disconnected. Not the best for intimacy unless your charts have other affectionate touches.

Moon in 11th -

You meet, and it’s like you’ve known each other forever. You both feel like you can show your true selves without worrying about the judgment. You see the house person as your dream come true, and they feel the same way about you. No grudges. You can never really stay mad at each other it's like you’re permanently in good vibes mode.

It's the “castle in the air.” Sometimes it feels like a fairytale that might be a bit too dreamy/one-sided. You both might live in an idealized bubble and overlook real issues. One or both of you is just daydreaming about the relationship without doing anything in reality.

Moon in 12th -

You connect on a soul-deep level, it's mysterious, intense, and possibly otherworldly. Both partners are attuned to each other's needs, with an almost telepathic understanding. The relationship invites raw, unfiltered emotional expression, fostering a strong bond. There's immense potential for healing and growth together.

The Moon person always feels like the house person is hiding something even if they’re not. This overlay's a paranoia central. It’s like a dark cloud of suspicion hanging over everything, no logical reason, just gut feelings. Accusations fly between both of you. Every little misunderstanding hits deep, and healing’s tough. The survival rate for this overlay is low unless you’ve got the emotional fortitude of a zen master.

Check out my Sun in Synastry: The Light They Bring Or Burn You With

✨ Wanna know more about your birth chart or your relationship? DM me for a synastry or complete birth chart reading ✨ and check out my pinned post for pricing! 🌟💫

[ba9go]

bestfriend!bakugou gets caught sneaking over

bestfriend!bakugou x g/n!reader, highschool au, sleepy cuddles, platonic kisses, romantic kisses too, confessions, fluff and feelings, light(?) angst, reader overthinks a lot, hurt/comfort (sfw)

part 2/3 of the bestfriend!bakugou likes to sneak over series

back to part 1 (sfw) 💥 continue reading: part 3 (nsfw)

Saturday, 10:00 AM

bzzt. bzzt. bzzt. bzzt. bzz—

“fuckin’ hell,” katsuki groaned, low and raspy from sleep. blinking an eye open, he tries to lift an arm to turn off the damn fuckin’ alarm on your bedside table, only to realise it was completely numb from where it was trapped resting beneath your head. you stir slightly beside him.

“‘sukiii… s’loud,” you whined, smooshing your face into the crook of katsuki’s neck.

“i know, i know,” katsuki grumbled under his breath. his other free hand gave your waist a little squeeze before he reached behind him to grab his phone, finally shutting the damn thing up. “also, watch it. you’re breathing down my neck. ‘s ticklish.” he cranes his neck away from you slightly.

“sorry… you smell good, ‘s all…” you pouted, eyes fluttering open to look pleadingly at katsuki. he scowls, but you don’t miss the way the tips of his ears redden, or the way his eyes dart to the side momentarily. katsuki’s so cute when he’s flustered, you resist the urge to grin.

“needy brat,” he lets out a huff as he throws his arm back around you, readjusting the both of you until your head was tucked under his chin. you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“‘s your fault for spoiling me, kats.”

“ya complainin’?”

“nope!” you giggle, wiggling yourself upwards until you were face-to-face with katsuki. with an obnoxious “muah!”, you plopped a wet kiss on his cheek, relishing in the flush that spreads across his cheeks. “love you!”

katsuki glares at you, but he doesn’t wipe his cheek. “you’re clearly awake, if you’ve got enough energy to be annoyin’,” he sits up abruptly, breaking free from your grasp.

“nononono,” you cried dramatically, grabbing katsuki’s wrist. “i’m sorry, come back? c’mon, kats, please?”

“no. m’goin’.”

“‘suki—”

“no.”

“katsuki, please?” your grip on his wrist loosens slightly, and you wonder if you’re actually annoying katsuki, being this clingy. “…don’t want you to go yet,” you whisper quietly, gaze falling from piercing vermillion eyes to your bedsheets.

a beat of silence, then two, and you think you’re being so annoying right now, pressing him to stay, when he clearly wants to go—

a hand ruffles your hair. you slowly look up to meet katsuki’s gaze, uncharacteristically soft. it’s your turn to flush now, feeling your cheeks redden.

“five more minutes, ‘kay?” katsuki lays back in bed, gathering you back in his arms. you relax instantly, melting in his warmth.

“‘kay,” you whisper meekly, burying your face in his chest. “thank you. m’sorry.”

katsuki leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

after five minutes, you’ve already fallen back asleep. katsuki can’t bring himself to wake you, so he continues holding you, and lets five minutes stretch into twenty.

Saturday, 10:34 AM

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to sleep for that long, i swear!”

“s’fine—”

“it’s not fine! our parents are most definitely awake! we’re screwed, kats!” you wailed loudly.

“y/n, i swear to god, you’re—”

knock, knock.

the both of you freeze, before turning to look at the door.

knock, knock. katsuki facepalms.

you mouth the words “i’m sorry” to katsuki before walking over to the door. your hand slowly reaches to the doorknob when suddenly,

“katsuki? do you want breakfast?” oh god, it’s your mom—

“yeah!” katsuki’s next to you in a heartbeat, opening the door before you could stop him.

he flashes you a toothy smirk, clearly amused by your flabbergasted expression. he turns to look at your mother, grinning. “mornin’. thanks for havin’ me over.”

and that was how your parents found out that katsuki had been sneaking over. that same day, katsuki’s parents found out too.

you: suki

you: u home yet???

you: u live 10mins away

you: it’s been like 30

you: im worried

outgoing call (declined)

you: are ur parents mad???

you: im sorry this is my fault

you: reply me asap pls

katsuki💥: Come over for dinner at 6.

katsuki💥: Ma’s making mapo tofu.

you: ??????????djhfuwoehoijljds

that evening, mitsuki apologised for “all the trouble katsuki has caused” (katsuki let out an indignant “hah???”), and insisted that you could come over anytime you’d like next time. over the course of the month, katsuki’s spare drawer was slowly filled with your things — two sets of your school uniform, your shirts, sweaters (but you still preferred to steal katsuki’s hoodies), pyjamas, shorts, socks, undies, you name it. likewise, back home, your closet space was now shared with katsuki. the two of you had practically moved into each other’s homes.

one sunday morning, after having spent the night at katsuki’s, you woke up to an empty space in the bed. somehow, katsuki managed to slip out of your usual embrace without you stirring. to be fair, you’d slept in later than usual — it was almost 12pm. you must’ve missed breakfast. sighing, you dragged yourself out of katsuki’s bed.

after washing up, you overheard mitsuki’s voice, coming from the kitchen.

“what exactly are ya waiting around for, katsuki? you’re being ridiculous! man up!”

“shut up, you old hag!”

“you shut up! it’s a miracle that someone as sweet as y/n can put up with your shit attitude!”

“you—”

“what’re ya gonna do when someone comes along and gets together with y/n, hah?” huh?

“fuck that, i’d never let those extras—”

“those ‘extras’ have more balls than you, you coward!”

“who the fuck are you calling a coward, you—”

“y/n,” you hear masaru say quietly (everything is quiet in comparison to the other two bakugous). “lunch is almost ready.”

katsuki whips around. you watch his eyes widen as he meets your gaze, and wonder who’s the deer caught in headlights, you or him—

katsuki didn’t speak to you during lunch (you didn’t know what to say to him either). he finished his plate in record time, got up to wash his dishes, before going back to his room (he’d usually wait for you to finish up before doing your dishes for you).

“don’t worry about the dishes, dear,” mitsuki said right as you put your dishes in the sink.

“no, it’s okay, i’ll—”

mitsuki nods towards katsuki’s room. “you leave the dishes to me, i leave my stupid son to you. deal?”

you thanked her quietly before making your way to his room. to your surprise, katsuki had left the door open.

katsuki sat on his bed, back leaning against the wall, looking down intently at his phone. the lack of acknowledgement made your nerves rattle. did you misunderstand the conversation you had accidentally overheard? did you have the wrong idea about things? staring at katsuki, looking so indifferent and cold, you couldn’t help but feel that way. you felt a pang in your chest.

standing in his doorway, faced with this overwhelming feeling of rejection, you slowly came to terms with your own feelings towards katsuki. you hadn’t even realised till now — how much you liked, loved your best friend. maybe, deep down, a small part of you had been hopeful that katsuki had reciprocated your feelings. the cuddling, the occasional kisses goodnight and good morning… were you mistaken about it all?

suddenly, katsuki’s eyes snapped to yours. you felt yourself shrinking under his piercing gaze.

“ya gonna come sit or what?” he frowned at you.

“r- right. my bad.” you stepped into the room warily, closing the door behind you.

as you sat next to him on the bed, your shoulder bumped into his, and you flinched immediately from the contact. “s- sorry, i��“

“the fuck’s wrong with you?”

you lost it.

you felt a sting in your eyes as they brimmed with tears.

“y/n?”

you tilted your head downwards, squeezing your eyes shut. bad move, your tears were spilling now, plopping onto katsuki’s sheets.

“y/n?” katsuki repeated.

“i- i’m sorry, i—” your voice broke off embarrassingly, you lowered your head even more. you hated this.

“ya cryin’?” katsuki asked, sounding bewildered. “why? what’s wrong?”

you brought your knees to your chest, curling into yourself as you cried even harder. you cover your mouth with your hands to try and stifle your sobs.

“y/n,” katsuki spoke again, voice shaky. fuck, you made him upset. you felt two hands on your shoulders. “you’re making me worried. c’mon, talk to me? please?”

you shook your head, hiding your face in your hands.

“fuck, if… if it’s cuz of somethin’ i did, i’m sorry, alright? i’ll make it up to you, ‘kay, sweets? just, please, stop cryin’ for me?” katsuki pleaded. “please, tell me what’s wrong—”

“everything’s wrong!” you cried, choking on your own sobs. “i love you, and you hate me. you’re going to lea—”

kstsuki pulled you into his lap, one arm dropping to hold your waist while his other hand cradled the back of your head.

“never say that again.”

katsuki pulled you closer, letting you cry into his chest. he kissed your forehead. you must be imagining things—

“i love you,” katsuki whispers, lips still pressed against your forehead. “love ya so much. you’re my whole world. please, stop cryin’, it’s killin’ me.” katsuki’s voice breaks.

you tear your face away from his chest, and your heart aches at the sight of katsuki, whose eyes are filled with vulnerability and sadness.

“i’m sorry,” you blurted, tears continue to streak down your face. “you ignored me at lunch and you didn’t look at me at all and i just thought—” katsuki leans over to press his forehead against yours.

“i’m sorry,” katsuki whispers. he cups your cheeks in his hands and gingerly wipes your tears with his thumbs. “i was bein’ a coward. i won’t run away from my feelings anymore. promise.”

katsuki continued to hold you until your breathing evened out. even after you’ve stopped crying, katsuki can’t bring himself to let go of you just yet, so he continues holding you, and you let him pepper as many kisses as he wants, all over your face.

“be my boyfriend, katsuki,” you murmured softly.

“i’ll be your damn husband,” katsuki says.

he kisses you on the lips this time. when your lips part, katsuki can’t bring himself to stop kissing you just yet, so he continues kissing you.

of course, you let him.

is this angst? i wasn't planning to write angst, it kind of just happened? is it even angst???? well i hope this was enjoyable to read anyway!!! it's 3am i'm gonna eep now

word count: 1.5k

tags: @anicaaa67 <3

[saudianna]

💥 love is papaya orange ᝰ.ᐟ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ : word count : 1.1k proofread once ahah ੈ✩‧₊˚ : synopsis : after oscar's first championship win, his ego clashes with you- lando's lifelong best friend—when they're forced to work closely at McLaren. what starts as hate turns into secret tension, messy feelings, and a tangled love triangle that neither sscar nor lando saw coming… until it explodes into something no one can control!! ੈ✩‧₊˚ : featuring : oscar x engineer!reader x lando ੈ✩‧₊˚ : author's note : my first fic!!! ive been on tumblr for a year and a bit now, and ive finally gained the courage to post something. constructive criticism is very appreciated, enjoy!! also this is set in 2026 ੈ✩‧₊˚ : genre : smut, smut and more smut!! theres some fluff and angst in the midst of it all ੈ✩‧₊˚ : tws : oral (f receiving), fwb, overstimulation, love triangle, fingering, lands neglected in this chapter, praise, degradation if you squint real hard,

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part 2. meeting 🐅

It was a quiet, airy evening in Woking, the McLaren dinner awaiting you. The luxurious limo picking you up and dropping you off at a visibly expensive restaurant, you headed inside. Unfortunately a bit late, but hey, punctuality wasn't really your thing anyway. You spot Zak, waving and processing the new faces, and old! You waved all big to your big time childhood friend, Lando Norris! He stood up to greet you and you sat inbetween him and another familiar face. You had obviously always watched F1 so you had recognized him almost immediately.. except he rather looked a bit bleek. Oscar Piastri. The 2025 WDC winner, multiple grand prix winner and to you at least, McLaren's number 2 driver. You put out your hand to shake his, but instead he looked you up and down and gave you an obviously fake, and rather weak smile as he shook your hand inattentively. You raised your eyebrows as he turned around, rather appauled by his disrespectful and honestly pathetic attempt to try and disregard you! Had he not known you were the new Race Engineer? 

Already having somebody look over you and your abilities was short of your expectations. You weren't particularly surprised, always having people feeling disdain about you and credentials. But maybe you were expecting for something to change here. You tried to enjoy your dinner with the rest of the welcoming crew, but had a pit in your stomach, feeling you had already made an enemy, he shot you dirty looks the entire night, But why? You didn't understand exactly why orwhat you did to make him feel this way about you already, maybe he was upset that Andrea Stella had left, but either way it was evident that he did not enjoy your presence.

The ride home was settling, Lando's arm draped over your shoulder as you guys caught up and he comforted you about the Oscar situation. It had been 2 years since you had seen the lifelong best friend, so it was nice to reconnect. You guys had been friends with benefits before and the last time you saw each other had ended up with a rather.. passionate send-off. You lock eyes with him and he grabs your jawline softly. "Can i?" he cooed, and you nodded a bit. He pulled you in for a deep kiss and you melted into it. "Its been so long, I've craved you so much..." you smiled and laughed gently, he tucked your hair behind your ears and scooted to the other side of the limo as it slowed down on your street. Lando rushed to get out and open you door, like the true gentleman he was. You giggled as he took your hand and kissed it and pulled you up. He walked over to your hotels lobby door, opening that for you as well. 

You basically crashed into his arms as soon as your hotel room was open, he undressed you, high heels and silky black dress dusted to the side. He smirked at the sight of you. "Good lord.. I missed this view." he grinned and pushed you off him, he removed his suit and crawled over to you on the bed. "So gorgeous huh? You missed me?" you nodded but that wasn't enough for him. "Use your words. Or ill punish you.. and we all know what happens then." you quivered and responded, "Y-Yes I missed you Lando.." you stammered out. "Awh, so nervous for what baby? Or is it excitement?" he chuckled and dipped his fingers down to where you needed him most. "Fuck. So wet for me darling." he groaned at the moisture encasing your panties. He grabbed the waistband of your lacy panties, pulling them and letting them snap back to your hip. He looked up at you, one thigh bent and your hand in his hair and he sneered. "Beg for it baby." you gulped and parted your lips, "Please Lando.. i want your tongue on me so bad.." he snickered to himself "Good girl baby, so eager for me" he pulled your panties down teasing you. 

He pressed a small kiss to your clit and you wriggled, he grabbed your thighs. "Are you sure this is okay baby? We don't have to.." you cut him off- "No please- i need you so bad!" and he giggled to himself. "Alright.. just lay back and enjoy it baby." without warning, he slid his tongue, flatted out, and licked a long stripe up the soaking folds, a slowness to it that was just right. You moaned at the feeling and he breathed out, happy to know you were enjoying it. "You liking it gorgeous?" he gasped out and you nodded frantically. "God.. Lan.. feels so good." you moaned embarrassingly loud as he eased two fingers into you and sucked softed on your sensitive nub. He lapped at your cunt, savouring the sheer gloss that covered his face and your pussy. 

"Fuck.." he stuttered out and pulled you closer, spreading your legs open and covering your cunny in spit and drool. Your legs quivered and you let out a breathy moan. "F-Fuck! Lan! I'm so close p-please" You gripped the covers, and he giggled agains your cunt, causing vibrations to run through your body. He pushed through and sent you tumbling over the edge with your climax. But to your surprise, he didn't stop, he just pushed you through and after. "L-Lan! Fuck t-too much!! Please- god-!" he chuckled out sinisterly and carried on lapping at your poor overstimulated cunt. You came for a second time, wailing so hard you were sure you were gonna receive noise complaints. Tears prickling your eyes, you let out a breathy sob as he held your waist. 

"Are you okay baby?" you nodded frantically. "Yes.. fuck.. thank you Lan.." you heaved and tried to catch your breath. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Im glad you enjoyed it but don't worry about returning the favour now. I know you're tired." you smiled and he pulled you up into his arms. "Just sleep. We have a long day at the HQ tomorrow." you nodded and let out a small 'mhm' and he pulled the duvet up over the two of you, acting as your bigger spoon. You drifted off as he stroked you hair and let out little praises of doing so well for him.

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a/n; I really hope you enjoyed this I was so scared to post this, but ive finally done it!! and dont yall worry cuz chap 3 is already in the making and ive planned all of the rest, im expecting there to be around 5-10 chapters, but honestly i dont know. so wish me luck!! mwah xx - sau

[blondechariot]

💥~Ateez reaction to you accidentally getting hurt during sex~💥

Pairing: Ateez x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, some fluff and fun

Disclaimer: Not my gif!

San

San is above you, hair damp, jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded.

His hips are moving slow and deep, but every roll feels heavy—intentional—like he wants you to feel every inch, every pulse, every little snap of power behind it.

He’s whispering things that make your body tighten—something about how perfect you are like this, spread for him, shaking under him.

His hand slides under your thigh, pushing your leg higher over his shoulder.

You gasp—

and not the sexy kind.

“Shit—wait! My leg—cramp! Fuck!”

You grip his arm hard, trying to straighten your leg.

San jerks back instantly, alarmed. “Wait—what? Where? What happened?”

You’re already wincing, trying not to laugh and cry at the same time. “My calf. God, that one spot—ugh!”

He’s already grabbing your ankle, gently working his fingers up the muscle.

“Okay, deep breaths. I got you. Don’t move.”

He presses the ball of your foot with his palm, slow and precise, eyes locked on you the entire time.

After a moment, you breathe out—half-laughing.

“I’m sorry… that was so hot and then my leg just went full sabotage.”

San grins down at you. “No, no. I like it. Means I was doing something right.”

Then, teasing:

“Next round, I’ll do the work. All of it. You just lie there and cramp in peace.”

Mingi

You’re on your back, Mingi towering above you, his hair wild, lips parted as he grinds into you with slow, steady force.

His arms cage you in, palms pressed into the mattress on either side of your head.

Every thrust makes your body rock up toward him—

He leans down, his mouth brushing your throat. “You feel so good. I could stay inside you forever…”

And just as your body arches into him—

BANG.

You jerk back just a little too far, and your elbow slams into the thick wooden edge of the headboard.

“Ah! Fuck—shit, wait—ow!”

You hiss through your teeth, clutching your arm.

Mingi pulls back immediately, eyes wide with alarm.

“Babe? What? What happened?!”

“My elbow,” you groan, cradling it. “I just smashed it. It’s not broken… I don’t think.”

His brows furrow, then his expression softens as he crouches beside you. He lifts your arm with those warm, massive hands and gently runs his fingers over the sore spot.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry… that’s on me. I got too into it.”

You smirk. “You were amazing. The headboard is the enemy here.”

He huffs a laugh, then kisses your knuckles. “Okay, noted. New plan—when I make you fall apart again, I’ll do it somewhere safer. Like the kitchen table.”

You blink. “That’s… safer?”

He grins, eyes dark. “Only if I’m holding you down this time.”

Seonghwa

You’re on all fours, head resting against your forearm, breath fogging against the sheets.

Seonghwa is behind you, one hand gripping your waist firmly, the other gliding slowly along your spine—fingertips light, possessive.

His hips roll in deep and precise, hips perfectly timed with the curve of your body.

He leans over your back, his lips ghosting along your shoulder blade.

“You feel incredible like this,” he murmurs, voice like silk.

You arch into him instinctively, letting him sink even deeper.

But that movement—just a little too much stretch—triggers something sharp.

“Ah—wait. Fuck. My back—something pulled.”

He stops cold.

His hands instantly steady you as he slips out, his tone quiet but intense.

“Where?”

You breathe through the pain, hand moving to your lower back.

“Right side. Something just… tensed wrong.”

Without missing a beat, Seonghwa eases you down to your stomach, his hands supporting every movement.

He sits beside you, resting his hand low on your back where the pain bloomed.

“Breathe. I’ve got you.”

You look up at him, flushed and frustrated. “Way to ruin the moment, right?”

His lips twitch in a smile—tender, not mocking.

“You didn’t ruin anything. You let me touch you like that. That’s already enough.”

He kisses your temple softly, then trails his mouth down to your spine, placing featherlight kisses along the sore spot.

“Let me stay here for a minute,” he whispers. “I want to take care of you properly… and when you’re ready, we’ll pick up where we left off. But slower. So much slower.”

Hongjoong

You’re on top, hands flat on his chest, riding Hongjoong with slow, rolling movements.

He’s propped up on his elbows beneath you, shirt open, his head tilted back, watching you with a dark, steady gaze that feels like heat sinking under your skin.

His hips meet yours each time with a lazy, deep thrust that makes your breath hitch every time.

“You’re unreal,” he mutters, voice low, lips brushing against your collarbone as he leans forward, one hand sliding up your spine.

“You’re gonna ruin me like this.”

You lean in for a kiss, already halfway to undone—

but instead of finding his lips, your forehead knocks straight into his collarbone with a solid thunk.

“Shit!”

You freeze, hand flying to your head. “Ow—fuck, I missed—”

Hongjoong blinks, caught between pain and laughter.

“Did you just… headbutt me during sex?”

“I was going for your mouth!” you whine, still cringing.

He falls back, laughing now, breathless and flushed, rubbing the spot on his chest where you collided.

“That was… honestly? Kind of iconic.”

You glare at him. “It hurts!”

“I know, baby, I know.” He tugs you down gently, lips brushing your temple with surprising tenderness.

Then, murmured at your ear:

“But you’re gonna have to kiss it better before we continue.

Fair’s fair.”

You roll your eyes—then tilt your head, kiss the red spot gently.

He exhales like it’s the hottest thing in the world.

“Now,” he grins, hand sliding back to your hips, “try aiming again. Slowly this time.”

Wooyoung

His mouth is on you—everywhere.

Your thighs, your stomach, your chest.

He’s working you open with fingers that know exactly what they’re doing, teasing you with that wicked glint in his eyes as you writhe under him.

You’re pinned against the wall now, legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock is deep inside you, and his hips move with this frantic, hungry rhythm that makes you feel like you’re going to come undone with every thrust.

You cling to him, moaning helplessly, your head dropping back against the wall—

and in the middle of a whimper, your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

Hard.

“Fuck—ow!”

He freezes instantly, but he’s still buried deep.

“Wait—what?! What happened?!”

You suck in air between your teeth, pressing your fingers to your lips.

“I bit my lip. Hard. Like—I might bleed hard.”

Wooyoung stares for half a second.

Then a grin curls on his face.

“Oh my god…

I made you bite yourself?”

You glare at him, flustered and still throbbing in more ways than one.

“I was trying not to scream!”

He chuckles darkly, leans in, kisses the corner of your mouth—soft, slow.

“I’m honored, really. But next time, just scream. I like it messy.”

And with that, his hips roll again, slow but deep, his hand sliding back between your legs.

“Now be a good girl and let me ruin that lip properly.”

Yeosang

You’re underneath him, the room glowing dim with soft yellow light. Yeosang’s movements are slow but purposeful—hips grinding into you with quiet intensity, hands resting firm on your hips like he’s memorizing every twitch, every moan.

He leans down, brushing his lips across your jaw. “You’re beautiful like this,” he breathes.

You tilt your head back, eyelids fluttering. His rhythm deepens—stronger, steadier—until you arch sharply…

And suddenly, your scalp yanks.

“OW! Wait—wait, my hair—!”

Yeosang freezes in place, still deep inside you, eyes widening. “What? What is it?”

“My hair’s caught in the headboard—I can’t move!”

His expression immediately shifts to soft panic. “Shit, okay. Don’t move. I’ll get it.”

He gently slides out of you, one hand bracing beside your head, the other carefully detangling your hair from the iron railing at the top of the bed.

You groan, half in embarrassment. “I swear, this only happens to me…”

He finally frees the strand and smooths it behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek with quiet affection.

“Are you okay?” You nod.

He smiles softly. “That bed just made the list.”

“What list?”

“The one of things I’m going to destroy for you.”

You laugh, and he leans in close again, his voice low and intimate.

“I say we finish this on the floor. Just you, me… and nothing to get between us this time.”

Jongho

You’re wrapped around him, legs tight around his waist as he carries you effortlessly through the hallway. Your hands clutch his shoulders, your back pinned to the nearest wall, and he’s kissing you like he needs you—mouth hot and open, grinding up into you with practiced, relentless thrusts.

Every movement has that delicious weight behind it, making your thighs tremble from the tension of holding on.

But as you shift to adjust your position— your knee slips.

“Ah!—Wait!”

You slide down just enough to lose your balance, and your leg nearly buckles. Jongho catches you instantly, arms tightening like a reflex.

His hips stop, his eyes scan your face. “Are you hurt? Talk to me.”

You clutch his chest, laughing breathlessly. “I think I just slipped. That was so not sexy.”

He exhales slowly, clearly relieved. Then his mouth curves into the gentlest smirk.

“I don’t care if you trip over me. You’re in my arms. That’s sexy enough.”

You smile, and he adjusts his grip on your thighs, lifting you again with ease.

“Now, we’re moving this somewhere safer,” he says, turning to carry you back toward the bed, “where you can fall apart properly—without actually falling.”

Yunho

Your back is pressed against the door, legs wrapped around his hips. Yunho’s holding you up with ease—one hand under your thigh, the other gripping your ass, his mouth working along your collarbone as he fucks you slow but deep. Every time his hips roll into yours, you gasp—your fingers clutching at his shirt, trying to keep it together.

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes—dark, wanting. “You okay?”

You nod. “Better than okay.”

His lips brush yours, and he thrusts again—this one harder. You cry out— but not in pleasure.

“Ow! Fuck—my back—wait!”

He freezes immediately, arms going rigid beneath you. “Wait—what? What happened? Where?!”

You groan, reaching behind yourself. “That damn doorknob. It caught me right in the spine.”

Yunho’s face shifts from panic to outrage to sheepish guilt. He gently lets your feet touch the floor, hands never leaving your waist.

“I swear this place is trying to take you from me.” He kneels down slightly, lifting the back of your shirt to inspect the spot.

You turn to look at him, amused. “Is it bad?”

He presses a soft kiss to the middle of your back. “It’s perfect. But I’m gonna spoil it with attention anyway.”

He rises again, pulling you against his chest. “This round moves to the bed. No more walls. No more door handles. Just sheets, sweat… and no interruptions.”

[puptrefied]

Yall hear me out, caitlyn x library assistant reader 🫦🌚

They're dating. And bonus points if Caitlyn visits the reader after her training sesh with Ambessa

BOOKSHELF BACKSHOT KIRAMMAN SPECIAL 💥💥💥💥🔫🔫🔫🔫

cw- a quickie. semi-public. fingering. how is it called when she makes you clean your cum with your tongue?

　the library was dimly lit, the scent of old books lingered in the air and the pleasant silence made the environment more comfortable.

it was no surprise that this place was practically empty this late at night.

you had just finished organizing a new shipment of books, your fingertips brushing the spine of a particularly weathered volume. looks like people really have a thing for old romance novels.

“are you busy?” caitlyn’s familiar voice appeared from behind, keeping an appropriate volume to not break any rules and get both of you in trouble ( even if the librarian at the entrance was fast asleep ), as her hands attached themselves to your hips. thumbs curling around the belt loops of your pants to tug you closer.

her hair clung to her forehead, a sheen of sweat on her skin could be seen due to the low light, still dressed in her tight workout gear.

she usually took a shower immediately after sparring, needing a good amount of warm water to soothe her aching muscles, also washing the adrenaline and sweat away—looks like today she had other needs in mind.

“oh, hey” the pretty smile on your face as you looked over your shoulder reminds her why she wanted to come see you. “I'm not that busy.”

caitlyn's lips trailed gentle kisses over the exposed skin of your shoulder right above the neckline of your top as her hands went under it to rest on your waist.

“shouldn’t you be at home?”

“I should be,” she admitted, her voice low as she pressed her lips to the nape of your neck, hands ( not so ) discreetly sliding up your torso to cup your chest, “but I really wanted to be with you first.”

“cait—” your protest was weak, your words coming out in a sigh. it was painfully obvious that your girlfriend wasn't satisfied with just some kisses and words.

“it’s just us,” she replied, her tone carrying a blend of reassurance and raw need. her front pressed against your back, wanting to be even closer. “I promise you it won't take long.”

her fingers made their way to the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning and tugging them down just enough to bare you to her. the cool air against your bare skin contrasting sharply with the heat of her body. caitlyn’s hand moved down your abdomen to in between your thighs, her other arm wrapping around your waist to keep you steady.

“stay quiet for me, love,” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. the words and the way she moved your panties to the side sent a shiver down your spine, her fingers slid past your folds to your entrance, feeling the wetness against the tips of her fingers.

lucky for you, the heel of her hand did press against your clit. no piece of you left untouched.

the sound of her breath, heavy and uneven against your neck, filled the space between the shelves. her movements were deliberate. her hips rocked against you, mirroring the rhythm of her hand as her lips left a trail of kisses and soft bites—she also needed friction after all.

“if we get caught I'll kill you…” a breathy, almost broken whisper slipped out of your lips the second her fingers finally buried themselves deep inside you once it was wet enough. no matter how much you verbally complain, your body will always let her in like she belongs there.

( and fuck, she loves that. )

“shut up then.” her voice was quiet and somewhat gentle even while she forced your mouth shut by putting her free palm over it. the clenching around her fingers as she did—that makes it a bit hard to keep pumping in and out your warm cunt—doesn't go unnoticed though.

keeping that reaction in mind, she held your face more firmly—using her front to push you forward against the shelves, one of your hands shakily holding a pair of books to prevent them from falling. now you have to organize them again! thanks a lot, caitlyn.

not that you can complain right now.

every sound that comes out of your lips is muffled by her palm as her fingers curl just right in a pace that makes your mind blurry, eyes closing on their own. even if your hips are trembling and your knees threaten to give up, she's not ceasing her movements. ( your responses are so damn encouraging. )

she can feel her own underwear getting damp and sticking to her skin every time she moves her hips, just knowing the effect she has on you makes her want to reach in between her own legs to get rid of that familiar burning sensation—or have you in between her legs, that also works.

“stop whining,” she mumbled against your skin, holding back a small laugh, looking down at the way your hand quickly tapped against her side to get her to stop for at least one second.

spoiler alert: it's not going to work.

she's determined to make you cum, to see the warm tears falling from your eyes, to feel your body tremble and lean back against her own. it doesn't matter if her muscles are on fire from recently training, she will keep going.

she deserves it, right?

it didn't take long until your body quivered, the pressure inside building until it was unbearable. practically forcing bite your lower lip and squeeze your eyes shut as if it would help to stifle the cry that threatened to break the library's peace.

caitlyn had to wrap her arm around you, her breath hot and ragged against your neck as she pressed a lingering kiss to your sweat-damp skin. “have I told you how gorgeous you look?” she murmured, her voice low and warm. carefully pulling her now creamy white coated fingers out of you.

“horny bastard, can't even work in peace…” you managed to pant before she pushed her digits past your lips, making you lick and suck your own fluid off them.

caitlyn kiramman is, indeed, a horny bastard.

masterlist

[maddiebabydaugther]

!𝑱𝑰𝑵𝑿 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 & 💕𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔💣💥 (𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)

(Artist: 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏♥)

Jinx x F!Reader – First Daughter Headcanons

1. Pregnancy & The Build-Up

Jinx absolutely panics when she finds out you're pregnant. She's excited, terrified, overjoyed, and suspicious that someone pranked her—all within five minutes.

Once it sinks in, she starts painting the nursery in neon colors and adding glow-in-the-dark stars. “She’s gonna be cool. None of that boring beige stuff.”

She talks to your belly constantly. “Hey, peanut, it’s me. Your awesome, chaotic, explosive mom.”

2. When the Baby Is Born

Jinx is shockingly quiet the first time she holds her daughter. Her hands shake, but she won’t let go.

She stares at her baby’s tiny face like it’s the most precious thing she’s ever seen. “She’s so small. Like... bee-sized.”

Immediately nicknames her something ridiculous like “Boomlet” or “Mini-Mayhem.”

3. Parenting Style

Jinx is chaotic, impulsive, and unconventional—but so in love with her kid.

She builds weird baby toys out of scrap and hextech. Some are adorable. Some explode. You confiscate those.

Bedtime stories are made up on the spot and involve wild space pirates, laser cats, and a main character suspiciously like Jinx herself.

4. Domestic Chaos

Your daughter ends up with blue hair streaks by age two because Jinx thinks “she needs the vibe.”

Jinx forgets baby wipes but remembers a flamethrower for a picnic. Priorities.

She invents a lullaby that sounds like a punk song, but your daughter falls asleep to it every time.

5. Soft Moments (Yes, Jinx Has Them)

Sometimes Jinx sneaks into the nursery late at night just to watch her daughter sleep, whispering, “I won’t mess this up. I won’t.”

When your daughter has nightmares, Jinx stays up with her all night, drawing pictures of dream-eating monsters they “defeated.”

Your little girl draws a family portrait of all three of you—with you holding her hand, and Jinx with a big cannon. Jinx hangs it on the wall with pride.

6. Protective & Unstable Side

Jinx will go feral if anyone threatens her baby. Doesn’t matter if it’s a toddler stealing her toy or a real threat—she’s ready.

You have to be the calming voice when Jinx goes overboard. “Babe, you can’t hexbomb the preschool.”

Despite her wildness, she teaches your daughter loyalty, creativity, and how to survive in a world that can be cruel.

7. Deep Love

Jinx often wonders if she’s too broken to be a good mom. You’re the one who constantly grounds her, reminding her she’s not alone.

She tells your daughter, “You’re the best thing I’ve ever made. And I’ve made a lot of things that go boom.”

You catch Jinx crying quietly when your daughter calls her “Mama Jinx” for the first time.

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭: 𝐯𝐢

[cozymochi]

IS THE ASK MEME OPEN? 👀✨ cause if so~!

For Miss Tia 🪷!

Which housewarden does she clash with the most? -And / or - Who does she relate to the most, if any?

Tia clashes with Leona the most, at least ideologically speaking. “You can get anything you want/overcome anything if you work hard enough” vs. “your life is already decided for you as soon as birth so why bother putting in effort?” She can’t relax at all if she isn’t working on something vs. He will sleep the day away while putting work on somebody else. So on, so forth. It’s just two smart, competent people on polarizing ends of an effort spectrum.

Tia can be set in her ways and kind of a nag, and that can be pretty annoying. She is more willing to get on his case as much as he’s willing to counter whatever she spouts so she can get off of it. Leona understands what makes her tick (be it from her pride in her abilities and her commitment to being hospitable) to get her to do what he wants. … However, she can do the same vice-versa with him (utilize his competitive-side or just wear his patience down) if the pieces line up. …She will never admit that he’s usually the one in the right most of the time if he ever has to bail her out… which he does do. Quite a bit. But hey, grill up some meat and he’ll call it even and nobody has to say anything 😌

They can get along. They don’t dislike each other, but they do bother each other and can get under the other’s skin in various ways 🫡 Can you believe they had to share a room together during Book 3? Godlike setup. The stories. Speaking of hell—

Much to her chagrin, she relates Azul the most. They have a lot of shared interests, and both strive to work hard to reach the big dreams they have, are passionate about food, have business brains, etc. etc. Ironically, both want to have successful restaurants at some point, even if Azul wants to expand beyond that and into other hospitality fields in the future. She gets it. Truly.

Unfortunately, relating to and empathizing =/= wanting to be associated with somebody. Book 3 jokes aside, he’s just a sketchier version of her and more willing to play dirtier games. Now all they have is a “business rivalry” between Mostro Lounge and The Gastronomy Clubs unnamed guest room Ramshackle Restaurant (if there’s anything GCUGRR has it’s a set of clientele Azul hasn’t been able to get.) She doesn’t appreciate when people say she acts like him sometimes.

When he isn’t trying to pull one over on her, they can work very well together and get giddy about the same things. Step into a fancy restaurant and they’re both taking notes on the food, atmosphere, the cutlery, everything— All of a sudden it’s like they’re besties for five seconds 😭 until rationale kicks back in.

Competition is healthy, lord knows Azul would rather she just work for him than have a rival splitting the clientele, but a business partnership would be way more profitable 💰💰💰 so maybe she should just sign a collab contract with Mostro Lounge and grant him the rights to Gastronomy Clubs unnamed guest room Ramshackle Restaurant——💥💥 However, as much as she will try to steer clear and shut down schemes, she’s not immune to a good offer on the table. He would just have to find the right one.

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

💥Late one night, while heading home, you realized someone was tailing you. Your pace quickened, and eventually, you broke into a run, with your pursuer doing the same.

💥Running in fear, you accidentally crashed into a solid chest. Gazing upward, you recognized the face of the pro hero Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Dynamight.

💥He noticed your scared expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

💥You shared what happened, and he handled it.

💥"Come on, doll, I'll walk you home," he said after handling the person following you.

💥You and boxer!Bakugo have been dating for a while ever since. Despite being quite different, things just clicked between you two.

💥He used his limited free time to train and get stronger, while you worked as a sidekick in a pro hero's agency.

💥He was well-known in town, and folks often wondered how a timid girl like you ended up with someone as tough and dangerous as Bakugo.

💥He was the best part of your life - your tough, strong, beefy boyfriend, and your cuddle buddy at the same time.

💥You weren't exactly a fan of his boxing hobby, but you still supported him.

💥After each fight, he'd return home victorious, winning every time. But, along with the victories, he'd also bring back cuts, bruises, and a heap of pent-up frustration.

💥Seeing him so broken broke your heart; the pain weighed heavier on you than on him. You'd carefully treat his wounds, bruises, and cuts, gently asking about his fights and questioning if he's certain about pursuing his side career while also juggling daily hero duties.

💥"I'm good, doll. No need to fret," he'd reassure you as you cared for his injuries. "I enjoy boxing. It's quite calming." Honestly, for a strong guy like him, the cuts and bruises weren't that painful. Still, he allowed you to care for his injuries because it warmed him to know his girl cared so much.

💥Boxer!Bakugo enjoys hitting the boxing gym regularly for training; it keeps him toned and in impeccable shape, ready to effortlessly pursue villains.

💥One day, you decide to visit the boxing gym Bakugo frequents five times a week. After finishing your shift, you enter the gym. A friendly lady at the reception offers help, but you decline, explaining that you're just here to see your boyfriend.

💥You see him right away; there's no mistaking him. He's wearing a snug, black tank top highlighting his muscular torso and six-pack, paired with dark grey sweatpants. Black boxing gloves adorn his hands, and a black bandana secures his hair, keeping it away from his intense crimson eyes.

💥You perk up hearing Katsuki's grunts as he throws punches and kicks at the heavy bag. Watching your boyfriend train gets you all excited. A quiet sigh escapes you as you notice sweat trickling down his forehead and nose, dripping to his neckline, and running under his black tank top. You bite your lower lip - he looks oh so fuckable.

💥Spotting you, he grabs a towel, mops his sweaty face, and strides to the edge of the boxing ring. "Hey, doll, what brings you here?"

💥You confess that you wanted to watch him train to get a better grasp of his world. Surprisingly, you admit you never realized how deeply he was immersed in the whole boxing thing.

💥He chuckles, "Yep, been telling you, doll. Okay, I guess that's all for today. Come, I need to change."

💥You follow Bakugo into a locker room after he assures you it's fine and no one will mind. The desires become too intense, and he pushes you against the door, shutting it firmly.

💥Protest? Not a chance. You just let out a little yelp as he catches you off guard.

💥His lips meet yours forcefully, his hands gripping your waist. You reach to remove his bandana and run your fingers through his hair.

💥Simply sharing these heated kisses with you ignites a fervor in boxer!Bakugo; he feels hornier than a teenager.

💥As he removes your snug uniform pants from your legs and casually kicks them away, his calloused finger slips in you, slowly stretching you out. You unfasten the top part of your uniform, slip it off your shoulders, then pull your arms back to peel your tight sports bra off, freeing your breasts; they bounce after being released.

💥Bakugo places wet kisses all around your exposed chest, his tongue poking out and flicking over your hardened buds as he slips another digit in you, stretching you out.

💥At that moment, you're already a moaning mess, and all of your shyness flew out of the window.

💥Bakugo emits a low growl as he senses the dampness seeping into his training sweatpants as he slips a third finger into your tight, wet hole, fucking you relentless, using his thumb to massage your clitoris. Boxer!Bakugo feels himself getting painfully hard as his cock twitches within his pants.

💥He withdraws his fingers, and there's an extra string of your wetness covering his thick digits. "Mmmm, look at ya, doll," he cooes, "already soaked, just for me."

💥Bakugo pulls down his sweatpants and boxers at one go, allowing them to pool around his ankles.

💥You yank his tight tank top off, revealing a muscular torso covered in sweat.

💥Bakugo uses the slick leftover on his hand from fingering you to lube up his rock-hard cock.

💥Gazing downward at the red tip leaking pre cum, a moan escapes your lips as you endeavor to press against his pelvis with a subtle grind as if to slide his cock in yourself already.

💥Boxer!Bakugo leans in, finally gliding the engorged tip of his dick along your dripping hole, which is clenching around nothing now.

💥He finally enters you, stretching you deliciously, and you clench around him blissfully, making him groan.

💥He promptly thrusts into you with a vigorous rhythm, yearning for the melody of your sweet moans, the snug embrace of your thighs, and the gentle contractions of your velvety walls enclosing his hard cock. Lifting you effortlessly, you instinctively coil your legs around his hips, securing your ankles behind him as your thighs press against his sides.

💥While he's fucking you, he begins uttering the most lewd words into your ear. "Yea, you like that, don't ya, doll?”; "Yea, baby, squeeze me tighter, give it to me, give it all to me!”; “Fuck, it feels so fucking good, doll.”

💥As you start moaning like a whore, Bakugo skillfully places his fingers into your mouth, a move aimed at tempering the volume of your pleasure-filled noises as you continue to moan around them.

💥You're uttering incoherent words and moans around his fingers — part desperate pleas, part unintelligible expressions —as he relentlessly fucks your tiny cunt.

💥As your cunny clench tighter around his throbbing cock, he withdraws his fingers from your mouth and descends them to firmly stimulate your clit.

💥“Yes! Please, Katsy! Right there, right there!" you moan like a cheap whore, trying to roll your hips for more friction.

💥You're trembling and convulsing as he feels you cream all over his throbbing cock. Bakugo emits a loud moan at the sensation and can't resist following suit, filling your swollen, abused pussy to the brim with his warm, thick cum. Yet, he doesn't cease there; oh, not at all.

💥With his cock still inside you, and with the mix of your cums dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, Bakugo initiates a more rapid and vigorous rubbing against your swollen clit than in the previous instance.

💥"Come on, darling, one more for me. I know you've got it in you. Just one more. I've been fucking missing for you all day, doll."

💥Your mouth hangs agape as pleasure consumes you, drool trickling from the corner of your parted lips. "K-Kats!"

💥Katsuki spits on his hand and moves it down where you both are still conjoined, intensifying your arousal; the slick is dripping from you onto the floor as he continues to rub your wet, glistening folds.

💥You release a slight cry as you gush and squirt on his cock, spraying and covering his abdomen with the wetness; some of your juices is trickling onto the floor.

💥"Yes, doll, I knew you had it in you. Show me more, unleash everything you've got," he chuckled with a dark undertone.

💥He swiftly becomes hard once more, and thrusts in you at an unrelenting pace; occasional droplets of slick juices are squirting out of you and landing on his toned abs.

💥Boxer!Bakugo is chasing his second orgasm, basically using you as his own fucktoy; his hold is firm around your waist, and he effortlessly brings you up and down on his throbbing dick, his hips pistoning into yours.

💥At this stage, your juices are beyond control - every thrust Bakugo gives is met by a gush of your wetness, creating a pool on the floor. "Kats! Kats! O-Oh! OH! Fuuuck!"

💥Bakugo halts abruptly, executing a series of preliminary thrusts before you feel his warm cum shoot into your abused pussy once more.

💥You cry out, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, as Bakugo gently lowers your feet to the ground.

💥After he pulls his flaccid dick out of you, the blend of your cums trickles down your trembling thighs.

💥"You did so well f'me, doll," he whispered before kissing you again. "Well, looks like we both could use a shower. Fuck, you've worn me out more than a hardcore training session, doll."

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Asteroid Fama (408) Observations 💫

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Houses:

💥: Fama 1H: Babe, your face is recognizable. You could be walking through a random city, and someone's like, Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? (Even if they don't.) People remember your presence, whether it's your looks, your energy, or just how you carry yourself. If Fama is retrograde, like mine, your recognition might come in waves. You're lowkey one minute and suddenly trending the next.

💥: Fama 3H: Y'all are the ones people can't stop talking about. Your words? Iconic. Your tweets, texts, and posts? Memorable. This is big "everyone knows your name online" energy. You probably have the type of voice or way of speaking that people instantly recognize. If it's conjunct Mercury? You could LITERALLY get famous from how you talk, write, or communicate. Podcaster, writer, content creator? This is your sign.

💥: Fama 6H: Y'all have workplace clout. Your name holds weight in your industry, and people know you for what you do. Whether it's your skills, your work ethic, or just the way you show up every day, your coworkers, clients, or even competitors talk about you. If it's trine Jupiter? Major success can come through your job. But if it's square Pluto...whew, watch out for haters in the workplace.

💥: Fama 10H: This is big boss energy. Your name is going to be attached to success, leadership, or career achievements, whether you like it or not. People associate you with your work, and you could easily become well known in your field. If it's conjunct the Midheaven (MC), babyyyy you were born to be seen. This is public figure energy. You're not just making a name for yourself...you are the name.

💥: Fama conjunct Venus: Everyone stays talking about your looks, love life, or aesthetic. People are obsessed with how you dress, how you carry yourself, and who you're dating. It's giving effortless it girl/ it boy energy.

Aspects:

💥: Fama opposite Pluto: Whew, people have intense reactions to you. They either love you or they cannot stand you, and there's no in between. You have that magnetic, polarizing energy that makes you unforgettable (for better or worse).

💥: Fama trine Neptune: Your reputation has a mystical quality. People don't just recognize you, they see you as an enigma. You might also be known for your creativity, spirituality, or artistic side. This is "people project their fantasies onto you" energy.

💥: Fama square Saturn: You probably have to work for your recognition. People might try to block your success, or your reputation could take longer to build, but once you get it, it's solid. Think slow burn success with lasting impact.

💥: Fama trine Jupiter: Your name carries luck, expansion, and good fortune. People might associate you with success, and you could easily gain worldwide recognition.

💥: Fama conjunct Lilith: Infamous energy. People misunderstand you, but they can’t ignore you. This is the “why am I always the villain in someone’s story?” placement.

💥: Fama sextile Mars: You’re known for your ambition, drive, and possibly drama. People might respect (or fear) your competitive nature.

Fama & Other Asteroids:

☄️: Fama conjunct Nemesis (128): Watch out for people who envy your success; because you’ll have them.

☄️: Fama aspecting Pallas (2): People recognize your intelligence, strategy, and wisdom.

☄️: Fama conjunct Eros (433): People find you seductive, magnetic, and unforgettable. You might have a sexy reputation, even if you don’t try.

☄️: Fama trine Fortuna (19): Your name is synonymous with luck. Good things just happen to you, and people notice.

☄️: Fama opposite Lucifer (1930): You might be seen as rebellious, controversial, or someone who challenges the status quo.

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