#don’t ask me questions I could not think of anything lmaoooo

[demonic0angel]

Dan: We should go skinny dipping.

Dick: Skinny dipping? Really. How about no.

Dan: Hmm, why not? It would be so much fun tonight.

Dick: … wait, what’s tonight?

Dan: :)

Dick: …. Dan??

Dan: :))

Dick: DAN?!??

[yauchfilms]

anything with logan and being back in florida ? would appreciate!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

sunburn ✢ logan sargeant (18+)

pairing: logan sargeant x reader (established relationship)

warnings: smut, porn with plot (lots of exposition sorry i got carried away), one use of y/n, soft dom!logan, switchy!reader, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, lots of pet names, begging, lots and lots of praise, body part worship if you squint, cursing, logan’s a simp, reader is implied floridian, implied childhood friends to lovers, sunburns, fluffy intimacy

summary: it’s been too long since y/n has been back in the states and she is NOT used to the florida sun like she used to be, but don’t worry, logan knows how to take care of her.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: sorry i got soooo carried away with this i don’t know what came over me. this was NOT supposed to be smut but im just a florida girl crushing on a florida boy here y’all lmao. i’m down so bad for this man that i just went kinda crazy. also this was my first time writing smut so pls bare with me. this is inspired by my friend (and fellow logan girly) who just acquired a nasty sunburn lmaoooo. enjoy!!!!

it had been quite a while since you and logan had been back home together. well, not really, but the weather was typically a lot nicer in the winter months than in the spring and summer, and you were not used to it. after you and logan moved to london together full-time, you rarely saw the sun anymore, and your matching pale complexions certainly reflected that sentiment. 

obviously, the miami race weekend was a big deal for the whole sargeant camp. aunts, uncles, cousins, childhood friends, and grandparents would be making their short trip down i-95 to see logan race, but it also meant that you and logan could spend a week together at home, in the sun, in each other’s company. a free vacation of sorts. logan’s parents were busy getting the house ready for the hordes of guests that were to soon occupy the space, so you and logan were more than happy to get out of their hair and into the back yard for some relaxation. 

it was sunday, and you found yourself lounging out on the dock, lost in a romance novel that was probably making you lose brain cells, when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

“y/n!”, logan yelled from where him and coco were playing on the grass. “have you been applying sunscreen?” 

you put your book down, letting out a small huff at his question. logan often took a rather paternal role over you, not in a weird or demeaning way, but rather in the sense that he always has your best interest at heart. and you loved that about him, loved how he always wanted to take care of you without being asked. 

you looked down over the chaise longue you were laid out on, thinking there was a bottle of SPF next to your drink, but all that was there was the can of sparkling water you had been nursing. 

“don’t have any; i’ll be okay!” you called back, hoping that would be the end of it.

“you want me to bring you some? it’s no problem,” logan replied, positioning himself to get up off the ground.

“don’t worry about it; i’m coming inside soon anyways!” you half-lied, knowing that logan usually respected your wishes when it came to things like that. you knew you weren’t necessarily telling him the truth, but he knew you and your stubbornness, and he knew it was not his business to try to fix it. 

another few hours had passed, and logan and the dog had long gone inside to find something else to do. you had stayed out, vowing to finish your book in one sitting. as you closed it, you stood up from the lounger, grabbing your long-abandoned can from the ground, wrapping yourself in the towel that you had been laying on, making your way back into the comfort of the house – and the air conditioning.

walking in through the kitchen, you pass logan’s mom, who was cooking dinner for the family. 

“oh sweetie, looks like you got some color on you!” she exclaims, chopping up some vegetables. 

“yeah, it’s been a minute since i’ve had time to tan! i missed the florida sunshine too much.”

“well, logan’s in his room, and dinner’s in about an hour if you’d like to freshen up,”  mrs. sargeant said sweetly, motioning towards the hallway towards logan’s room.

upon your arrival, logan moved his laptop out of his lap and onto the bed next to him. you took the towel off your shoulders, leaving you in just your bikini, when logan’s eyes went wide with shock.

“what, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini before?” you quipped, reacting to his sudden change of expression. 

“y/n, you are bright red, like ferrari red,” logan replied, serious as a heart attack. you make your way to the vanity over his dresser, taking in your current state. logan was right. you were burnt. 

“what the fuck dude, i swear i wasn’t out there that long,” you snapped, poking and prodding yourself in the mirror, letting out a wince when you stumbled over a particularly sensitive area.

logan gets off his spot on the bed, making his way towards you, joining you in front of the mirror. his hands immediately fall to your hips out of instinct, but he makes sure not to grab too tightly due to your new look.

“baby,” he says, placing his chin onto your shoulder. you let out another wince, reacting to his touch. “i told you to wear sunscreen. now look at you, my little lobster…”

“this isn’t funny,” you pout, and he leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. you spin around in his arms, now facing him face-to-face rather than through the mirror. 

“stop pouting baby, and go hop in the shower, please. the sooner you get some cold water on you, the better you’ll feel. i can feel the heat radiating off you from here,” logan said with a giggle. his hands linger around your ass, and he gives a slight smack to send you on your way, which elicits a shrill yelp from you due to the sensitivity of the area. 

“are you at least going to join me?” you question as you make your way to his en suite, stopping in the door frame with your arms crossed across your chest. logan lets out another giggle.

“and listen to you whine the whole time? no thanks, plus i showered like an hour ago,” he replies, which garners a predictable whine from you.  “if you make it quick, i might have something that can help you,” he adds, and you turn on your heel into the bathroom, shutting the door with a slam. 

and he was right; the shower hurt like hell, but you know that had he been there, you wouldn’t have been able to properly soak in the cold water, so you silently curse him for being right. 

you walk back into logan’s room, wrapped in your towel, when you see him sitting on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he hears you approach, putting his phone down and grabbing the clear bottle off the bed next to him. 

“i found you aloe; well, my mom did. she said your burn is one of the worst she’s seen,” logan said, presenting the bottle to you like it was a participation trophy. 

“is that supposed to make me feel better or worse, logie?” you questioned, feigning offence from his comment. 

“well, the comment probably won’t, but hopefully the aloe does,” he replied. “c’mere, baby,” he cooed, his arms outstretched, welcoming you into his arms. you take your spot on his lap, legs draped over his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep you in place. logan places a kiss to the bridge of your nose, and along your cheeks, leaning in to admire the newly-formed freckles that were threatening to peak out from underneath the harsh redness of your skin. 

“your freckles are back; reminds me of when we were little, trying to catch fish with my dad in the backyard. you were so bad at it; still are to be honest, but it’s okay because you still look cute trying to bait a hook,” he laughs, his breath giving a cooling sensation to your cheeks, and you wish he would keep talking just to feel his breath against your skin. 

“logan, baby, the aloe?” you suggest, knowing that the time he’s wasting is killing you. all you crave is the feeling of the lotion on you, and his hands being the ones to apply it. 

“sorry, didn’t mean to get sentimental on you, just being here with you makes me think about stuff like that. i sometimes wish we could go back…” logan trails off, and you know what he’s thinking about. he often thinks about the memories of you growing up, how much he missed you when he moved away to the uk, and what it meant to get you back. you like to think of those moments too, sometimes, but he often gets in his head about it. 

“i know,” you coo, lifting a hand up to card through the longer hair on the back of his neck, as a way to soothe him.

he lifts the bottle of aloe up towards you. 

“may i?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow up in an inquisitive way.

“of course you may. how do you want me?” you ask, a mischievous look in your eye.

“do not say it like that, you minx,” logan shot back, your innuendo catching him by surprise. 

“keep talking crazy like that, and we might have a problem,” he snapped, although with no actual malice behind it. “you can lay on your tummy first, though, and i’ll go from there, if that’s okay,” he said, his expression softening as he looked at you. 

you climb out of his lap and onto your stomach on the bed next to him, and he straddles your back to get the proper angle. 

“this okay?” he asks, tugging slightly at the towel that is still loosely wrapped around your back. 

“log, you’ve seen me naked countless times; of course it’s okay,” you quip, turning your head so he can see the side of your face. he leans down, planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek, blowing a raspberry there. this elicits a giggle from you, wriggling underneath him. 

logan drags the towel down your body slowly, his fingers barely grazing your warm, sensitive skin, standing up on his knees to pull it out from under you. 

“i know we aren’t having sex or anything, but could you at least take your shirt off or something? this feels too clinical,” you say, causing logan to burst out laughing above you.

“you are not a real person, i swear to god,” he quips, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion. “is that better, princess?” he says sarcastically, using the nickname he only gives you when you’re acting like a handful. 

between your fits of giggles, you let out a “mhm” that signals to logan that he is free to proceed. this evokes an eye roll from logan that you catch out of the corner of your eye. 

his attitude doesn’t last long, however, because before you can protest, his lips find your shoulder blade, peppering kisses along the top of your back, feeling his stubble graze across your skin. it burns, but feels so good at the same time.

“so sweet for me, logie,” you groan, melting into his touch. he reaches for your hair, still damp from the shower, to move it out of his way, as he makes his way across the plane of your body.  

all he can manage is a drawn out “hmmmmm” as he feels the warmth of your skin along his cheek. 

he pulls away suddenly, and you whimper at the loss of contact from him. 

“i know, i know,” he cooes, and you hear the bottle of lotion being opened just out of your periphery. 

his hands make contact with your skin again, feeling the sensation of the cool liquid as he massages it in. his strong hands make their way up and down your back, causing you to arch only slightly, if it wasn’t for him sitting squarely on your ass. 

“you’re killing me, logan,” you half-whisper, his actions genuinely taking your ability to speak at a regular volume, the intimacy of it all being just a little too much for you. 

“feels good, huh?” he asks, and although you can’t see it, you can tell that he’s cocked his eyebrow at you, and you’re surprised he’s been able to behave himself this long. 

his hands work swiftly, massaging the liquid in with long, deft fingers, the sensation driving you crazy.

“logan, i want you, please,” you whine, looking up over your shoulder to meet his gaze, your eyes softening in an almost begging manor. 

“i thought you said we weren’t–” 

“i lied. i’m a liar. i need you right now,” you beg, as logan stands back up on his knees to allow you to roll over underneath him, him now settled on your thighs.

“fuck, baby, i can’t say no to you,” he huffs, not sure exactly how to make the next move. he looks down at you splayed out in front of him, taking in the sight before him. a hand reaches down to caress down your chest, fingers grazing slightly over your nipple, causing your breath to hitch. 

“we have to make it quick, okay? can you be good for me?” he asks, his hand lingering on your left breast. 

you let out a whimper, shaking your head slightly.

“words, baby,” he sighs, his fingers massaging into the tissue of your chest. 

“yes, i’ll do whatever you want,” you whisper, unable to find your voice with how turned on you were. 

“that’s my pretty girl,” logan cooes, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, adjusting himself so he’s slotted between your legs. the kiss deepens, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, as he swallows your muffled moans, trying to avoid the awkward conversation with his mom later. 

“gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers, his hand running up and down your side, the warmth of his hand searing your sensitive skin.

“god, i feel like we’re in high school again,” you say, rolling your eyes at him.

“except i wasn’t nearly as good then as i am now, though,” he smirks, diving down to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to the base of your neck, softly nibbling on your pulse point. 

“are you gonna prove it?” you ask, trying to rile him up.

this question evokes something in him, his breath against your skin coming hot and sudden, and you could feel the deep exhale from his nose.

leaning up to your ear, he whispers, “you are such a brat.”

the sensation from the whisper mixed with the sting of his words sends a shock straight to your core. he’s not always the best at dirty talk, but he still somehow knows exactly what to say and when to say it. 

“touch me, logan,” you manage to squeak out, your breath growing heavier the more you took in his words, and he was eager to oblige.

with that, the hand that found comfort on your hip trailed its way down between your bodies, grazing the softness of your stomach, fingers oh-so-gently teasing your folds. 

“so wet, huh? so worked up for me? you drive me so fucking crazy, you know that?” he growls, his voice rasping as he begins rubbing small circles against your clit with his thumb. “one or two, baby?” he asks, and you know exactly what he means. 

“two, please”, you whine into his mouth, body arching up into him before he even has the chance to touch you properly. 

“good girl, take it so well,” he groans, sliding two fingers into your cunt, almost too slowly. his voice is almost unrecognizable, the threat of being too loud taking over. his thumb continues its pattern on your clit.

you feel the tension building as he fucks his hand in and out of you, but not before you feel him slowing his pace down.

“i know you wanna come now baby, but we don’t have long. i’m gonna stop, and we can come together, okay?”, he half-whispers. 

his hand moves from its spot between your thighs back up toward your lips, as he rests his fingers on your bottom lip, cocking his eyebrow at you. 

“o-okay,” you squeak out, and with that, his fingers push past your lips, urging you to suck them clean, and you oblige, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself on his fingers. 

your hands trail down between you two, your fingers dipping underneath his shorts and boxers, toying with the waistband. 

logan removes his fingers from your mouth, opting to move back to your jawline, planting lingering kisses along the bone.

“quit teasing, baby, want you on top. let me see those pretty tits of yours, yeah?”, he smirks, knowing that him complimenting your body drives you crazy in the best way. 

you oblige with a searing kiss to his lips, opting to pull his shorts down in one motion, cock bobbing free and slapping across his stomach. he reaches down to finish taking them off, throwing them on the floor with your long-abandoned towel. 

he rolls you both over with ease, you now on top. your fingertips graze his chest, down to his abs, grabbing his cock and giving it a few quick pumps to make sure he’s ready. 

“ready, log?” you ask, your hands now on either side of his head, his blue eyes sparkling back up at you, your hips and ass now up in the air waiting for his cue. 

he leans up to chase your lips, trying to kiss you, just out of his reach. 

“please, baby, i can’t take it much more,” he begs, using his arms to pull you down to him, sinking down on him, and meeting his lips with yours. now it’s his turn to moan into your mouth. 

“fuuuuuck,” is all he’s able to get out, his hands finding their way to your hips, trying to help you relieve the lack of sensation. Your hips roll for the first time over him, and his hips immediately buck up into you.

“patience, baby. i thought i was the desperate one?” your words go right to his cock, making him buck up once again, making you speed up your motions. you feel the effects of his desperation on your body, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with every bounce on his cock.

“fuck, you’re close, baby; so am i,” logan pants, the physicality of it all catching up to him. he knows your body so well; he can always tell when you’re about to come. 

with his observation, you lean back with your hands behind you on his thighs, your hips continuing to roll against his body, eliciting a low, grumbling moan from logan. he loved you like that, all cock-drunk and lazy on top of him. it also meant that he had a perfect view of your tits, both his hands reaching to grab at them as he continued fucking up into you. 

“these are so fucking perfect. all mine. i can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” logan pants, both of your movements becoming lazier, as he rolls your nipples in between his fingers, feeling your already-tight walls close in on his cock.

you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching with his presence on your tits, and you know that he isn’t going to last long, either. you lean forward, diminishing the space between you two, giving logan the opportunity to bear hug you. his thrusts up into you send you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, causing you to let out a muffled moan onto his right pec. your vision goes slightly blurry for a second until you hear a grunted “fuck, baby”, followed by the feeling of logan’s hips sputtering underneath you. he comes shortly after you, spilling into you. 

You collapse onto his chest, your highs riding out together. he doesn’t loosen his grip around your back, planting a sweet kiss to the top of your forehead, pulling out as you lay pitifully on his chest.

“so good for me, baby, so sweet. fuck, i’m so lucky,” he whispers, rubbing your back where, just a few minutes earlier, he was applying aloe lotion. he rolls you both over so that you’re now facing each other on your sides. 

you reach a hand up to caress his face, feeling the stubble from a week’s worth of no races, the hair rough against your smooth palm. 

“logie, you fucked me so good i almost forgot about this damn sunburn,” you giggled, “but now we’re done and it just hurts again!”

“guess that means i’ll just have to fuck you again,” logan smirked, burying his head into the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you. you begin to hook your leg over his thigh, bringing you even closer, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. you almost begin the cycle over again until you hear a knock on the door that has you both frozen in your tracks. 

“dinner!” you hear his mom cheer from the other side of the door, and then her footsteps clearly walking back down the hall towards the kitchen. 

“guess not,” you teased, eliciting an eye roll from logan, who quickly gets up to pull you into the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

[yourlittlettoy]

FIRST “NEST” HIGHLIGHTS ✨

Just for the sake of using this blog like an actual blogging space 💁🏻‍♀️✨ let me tell you about how my first NEST went!!

For those of you that aren’t familiar, NEST is one of the biggest fetish gatherings in North America for us t-word enthusiasts! I’ve known about it since forever ago, and this may it was my first time actually attending. It was: everything I’d hoped it would be (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ here are some highlights!

This gathering was probably one of the biggest I’ve ever been to in terms of the amount of friends I saw alone! There were pals from our Tumblr community, friends from Japan, everyone from my gathering friend groups, and lots of friends from my local community as well. It was really heaven to just be with all of my favourite people all at once and in one place (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡

The events were REALLY COOL! Definitely a gathering with one of the most comprehensive schedules I’ve ever experienced! I participated in as much as I could, but notably the squid games, auctions, and t-word-theatre (which is a big public t-word show where someone get’s got in front of an audience in a very theatrical way!) was super cool! Having said that…

I GOT KIDNAPPED!! Well, “napped” 😅 don’t worry, no real felonies here hahaha. When I applied to be ‘napped like back in the beginning of the year, I didn’t hear anything back at all about the process of how that was going. Knowing not every applicant ends up getting chosen, I didn’t let myself keep my hopes up. Long story short.. after I excitedly went to the t-word theatre event all pumped to watch someone get got… to my great surprise, that person was gonna be me lmao ‼️😱 I was kinda *taken* from my seat and tied to a chair in front of everyone, then a game show-dating show scenario played out with 3 bachelors behind a curtain answering questions (really funny and witty answers, might I add) that the show host threw their way 😆. Of course, then the host eventually asks the question “our bachelorette loves to laugh, how would you make her laugh?” … and basically I watched as all of them came through the curtain to come get me 😱 one by one…. And then !!! OF COURSE ALL THREE HAD TO COME AT ONCE 😱💀😵!!! And I couldn’t take it right so I was yelling “help meeee” hahaha ya know cause pooOOooOoOor meeeee 🤪😇. And the host was like… “sure I’ll help them” AND JOINED IN ON THE LERS SIDE 💀💀💀! ANYWAYYYY despite how extremely evil that was 😜🥺, it was 10/10 one of the coolest experiences of my life, I got an “I got napped” certificate AND it made me really happy when people approached me later saying they liked my scene (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ THANK U NEST FOR CHOOSING MEEEE! 🩷

This was the first gathering I been to with a partner and he was beyond lovely and supportive and we didn’t struggle with feeling any kind of restrictions due to each other .. and this means a lot because I intend on going to gatherings for as long as I can and the fact that that won’t interfere with my love life is truly a dream come true for me :)

Oh, and I experienced getting t-worded by one of my most sadistic gal pals in a fully nylon body suit and 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I think my soul left my body that day lmaoooo RIP ME

Those are the highlights!!! This post really is a summary but happy to share more details if there are any questions 😁 thank you for reading and for following along this lil journey with me <3 I adore and appreciate all of you here with me right now! We’ve come a long way 🥰 maybe see some of you next year!!! 👀😙 that would be amazing!

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Hello! Can I please request a NSFW Rhea/reader where reader has had a massive crush on Rhea for awhile and Rhea has noticed and constantly flirts with the reader (who doesn’t think Rhea is being serious). One day when they find themselves alone in the locker room Rhea corners reader and basically asks why the reader hasn’t ever done anything about the massive crush they obviously have on Rhea. Reader mumbles something about how she knows Rhea wasn’t being serious with all her flirting, so Rhea proceeds to show reader just how serious she is?

I swear, dominant Rhea is the woman of my DREAMS. No worries at all if you don’t like this request. Thanks for hearing me out!

i can already tell that this is gonna be a long one so buckle up friends lmaoooo but no legit, rhea could do literally anything and i’ll go feral

i have a feeling that this is gonna be a bit angsty too so hold on to your boot straps hahaha

Prove it

CW: angst-ish, a little degradation/praise, fingering

Your headset was filled with the chatters of other PA’s and crew members questioning about this and that or genuine small talk. While you have worked for WWE for quite sometime, only just recently have you started working on Raw. It was a good change of pace for you, it was very similar to Smackdown but everything was red and obviously the wrestlers were different. You never thought that you would make friends so quickly considering how hard it was before. One friend in particular you hoped, maybe one day, would be more than a friend: Mami herself, Rhea Ripley.

“Hey, baby,” she would say every time she saw you.

“Heyyyy,” you would reply with a wink. I don’t think she even knows my name, to be honest.

The crew would always say that she was genuinely flirting with you, but you never believed them because she would flirt with Samantha and Cathy all the time so you thought you were just another one of her many girlfriends. But they kept on insisting, “she’s not like that with anyone else on the crew,” or “she’s flirting with them for the camera, there’s no camera’s when she’s with you.” But, you kept brushing it off, hopelessly daydreaming.

Often, Rhea would hang around you backstage asking questions about you and other meaningless things, or she would request that you sit beside her as she gets her makeup done just so she could have someone to talk to. She was known to have done this with other crew members because even though she was mean on the screen, backstage she was the biggest sweetheart and genuinely wanted to get to know everyone. Because of this, you boiled it down to being one of her close work friends and nothing more, unfortunately.

After a show one Monday, you notice that the tattooed woman was no where to be found. They usually have to sign out to let the crew know that they left, but she never signed. So you begin searching.

You ask around and a lot of people didn’t know, some said she was in her dressing room, some said that she left and forgot to sign out, she never does that. You thought that she just went to her car to get something and she’ll be right back. After a while of walking aimlessly around the arena searching for who knows how long, you decide to get her number from Bianca, which she gave you an all-knowing smirk followed by, “surprised you don’t have it yet.” You nervously laugh it off as you say goodbye to her for the night.

You struggle to find something witty to say or a flirty joke. Sadly nothing comes to mind when you realize you’ve been staring at your phone for a solid minute before deciding to go with something casual.

“Hey, it’s (Your/Name)! Just wanted to check in on ya and see where you were. You didn’t sign out yet so I’m hoping you’re still around?” you text her.

“Damn. I guess I missed the opportunity to give you my number using a bad pick up line,” she responded immediately. So she does know my name.

“Haha, I asked Bianca for it, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. She couldn’t deliver the line as good as me anyway.”

“Then I have to hear it.”

“It’s better in person, and unfortunately for you, I did leave without signing out accidentally, had a lot on my mind tonight.”

“Damn, that’s okay. I’ll sign out for you then, no biggie,” no biggie? are you serious, who says that?

“Thank you! I owe you one for sure. I’ll bring you Starbucks on Sunday before PR stuff.”

“You really don’t have to, it’s really not a big deal.”

“Oh please, you’re too good to not be praised.”

Calm. Down.

“I try,” God, I suck at flirting, “but anyway, I hope you get some rest, you deserve it.”

“We’ll see what happens. See you soon, love!”

Butterflies were completely alive in your stomach when you read those last words. You couldn’t help the blush forming on your face to cause another crew member to ask you what you’re smiling at so hard. You tell them it was a funny post that a friend sent and they seemed to believe you. You shoved your phone in your back pocket and went on with your nightly duties, cleaning up after everyone, making sure nothing was left behind. Though Raw was on Monday’s, there was always so much to do during the week before the show. Obviously you had to travel, but it took about a day or two to set up the ring and LED walls, lights and other things necessary for the show to run smoothly.

The rest of the week went by quickly, thankfully. You and Rhea had been texting quite literally nonstop, asking about this and that, sometimes talking about nothing just so that you could text each other. You’d send memes and pictures of your animals with the same in return. You kept trying to flirt with her through text and she seemed to flirt back but you were never good about wooing a woman, they always did it to you. Something about a dominant woman really got your gears grinding, and Rhea happened to be just that.

Sunday came and you woke in the hotel room, groggy but another day, another dollar. You showered and got ready for the day in about an hour. You didn’t have to wear your normal uniform today since no cameras were being live-streamed everywhere. Once you arrived, you checked yourself in at the arena showing your badge to the security, grabbing your headset and headed to your station. You stood at the door making sure everyone signed in, this was your usual job on Sunday’s. It was easy and fun to chat with the Pros of the day before they got in their gear for shooting some extras.

Whispers began as the buff goth woman walked towards you with two coffee’s in her hand, “Hey baby!” she said as per usual.

“Heyyyy!” the butterflies were definitely fluttering.

“I said I owed you so here you go,” she handed you the drink.

“I completely forgot! Thank you!” You took a sip and hummed at the delicious brew.

“Anything for you,” she winked. She signed in and went on her way.

You heard the faint giggling of your coworkers behind you. You threw them a look and they scurried away still giggling. Rolling your eyes, you check that everyone has made it on time and began the rest of your work day.

It wasn’t too long of a day but what made it seem like forever was that Rhea wasn’t texting you. Time flew by for you when you were talking to her, like nothing else mattered. You kept checking your phone to see if she had any time to send you something, anything but no luck.

A few hours have passed and you realized you hadn’t eaten anything all day, so you head to the snack table. All kinds of fruits, vegetables, candy and other things of that nature stared back at you. Nothing seemed appealing you were so hungry so you opted for an apple.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” an australian accent said behind you.

You turn around with a smile, “Hey! What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me?” Her arms crossed as she leaned on the wall beside her with her foot crossed over the other with her icy blue eyes scanning up and down your body.

You couldn’t help but shiver, how long has she been standing there, “sure! What do you suggest?”

“Come to the locker room in a few and we’ll figure it out from there, I have one more thing to finish,” she began to walk towards you.

Your heart beat faster, your breath was slowly leaving your lungs, calm down, breathe. The tattooed hand lands itself on your shoulder before sliding down your arm as she gives you a gentle smile. She snatched the apple out of your hand and takes a bite, the whole time she kept eye contact with you. Chewing away, she gave you an apple filled grin and handed back the apple.

“S-sure,” You force out, taking back the fruit.

“Great! I’ll be waiting,” she walks off behind you with the sound of her boots trailing off.

I’m so down bad, it’s embarrassing.

The time finally came but you were frozen just outside of the locker room. Everyone else had already left for lunch saying bye to you on their way out, so you were just left there, standing, shaking, trying muster up any confidence possible to just walk inside.

Your foot barely left the floor when the buff woman came out, “there you are, took you long enough. C’mon.”

You stumble your way in, watching her go back to what she was doing.

After a few seconds of silence, “Please, sit. You’re making me nervous,” she laughs, putting the last few items of her things in a bag.

You do as your told.

She sits down in front of you, “What do you want to eat? My treat!” She leans back making herself comfortable, which apparently includes manspreading.

You, you thought, “I’m down for whatever,” you say instead.

“Oh, c’mon, there isn’t anything your craving?”

You try your best to not stare at her legs that are wide open in front of you where you could easily get on your knees and-

“Hey,” she waves a hand in front of you, “you good, babe?”

“W-what? Oh…yeah, sorry,” your face begins to feel hot, “what was the question?”

“I asked if you wanted to fuck,” she said, incredibly serious.

Your eyes widened as you choked on air.

“You’re so funny when you’re nervous,” she laughs, “I asked what you wanted for lunch.”

“Nervous? Who said I was nervous?” you laugh…nervously.

“Uh huh,” she leans forward on her elbows resting on her knees, “maybe the fact that you tense up when I’m around, or the fact that you’d stumble your words when we talk or the fact that you stood outside the locker room for five minutes before I basically had to drag you in here,” she leaned back into her previous position, “maybe, that.”

Your face was now fully red, “I-”

“Admit it, (y/n),” she leans forward once more, licked her lips followed by biting her bottom lip as her eyes fell to your mouth then back up to your eyes, “You… have a crush on me.”

No words could form in your head to make a coherent thought. You sat there, beet red, mouth agape, staring at the wrestler inches, if not centimeters, front of you.

She reached out to close your mouth gently, but held your chin for longer than was definitely necessary. “Don’t worry,” her hand pulls you into her as she closes the gap between you, kissing you, “I like you too,” she admits.

“There’s no way,” you push back, “you can’t.”

She was surprised at your response, “what do you mean I can’t.”

“I mean,” you struggle to find the words but they come anyway, “you’re… you! Rhea Ripley, Mami, the one everyone either wants to be or be with. You’re so…attractive and cool and buff and…and hot! There’s no way YOU have a crush on ME. Out of all the people in the world, you like me? There’s no way…no way!” You stand and start pacing around the chair.

She rolls her eyes, “listen I know I flirt with a lot of people here but I’ve never thought of kissing them for the fun of it.”

You stop in your tracks, contemplating, then, “exactly you flirt with everyone so how was I supposed to know that this was any different until now,” you start pacing again.

She huffs and stands to walk in front of you. She grabs your face, this time with both hands pulling you in for another kiss. She held this for much longer than last time and of course you kissed her back. She finally lets go but is still holding your face in fear of you pacing again, “does that prove it?”

You hesitate, looking up at her helplessly, “I don’t know, do it again.” Where the confidence suddenly came from, you had no clue but you couldn’t stop now.

She smiled as her eyes beamed with hunger. She kisses you once more, but this time was different. Your lips moved against hers like they were meant to be, your hands found their way to her waist pulling her in closer. Her hands became tangled in your hair as you thank your past self for not putting it up like usual.

“How about that?” she breathes heavily.

“Hmm,” you tap your chin jokingly, “I still don’t believe you. Can you try something else?”

Her face scrunched with confusion for a split second before she caught your drift, “getting cheeky are we?” she smiles.

In one quick motion, she picks you up with a yelp escaping you, wrapping your legs around her hips as she starts to kiss you again. It was only a few steps before she reached the couch and practically slammed you down on your back with her on top of you.

She grew a face of concern, “Oh, shit, sorry that was a bit rough, you okay?”

“Don’t worry about being too rough,” said the mysterious confidence.

She cocked an eyebrow before her evil grin finally came into play, “Don’t tell me that,” she admits.

“Please,” your voice was shaky, “do literally whatever you want to me,” you held her face to make sure she knew you were serious, “please fuck me into oblivion.”

“Who knew the nice girl would be such a slut,” she finally turned on her dominant side.

Your underwear was already soaked from the second she spread her legs in front of you, but hearing her call you a slut could’ve sent you over the edge right then but you needed to hold off so you could savor the moment.

“God, yes,” you groan.

With that she forcefully kisses you once more. Your legs still wrapped around her, she sits up breaking them apart, staring hungrily trying to decide what to do with you. You take the opportunity to throw your headset to the floor after quickly turning it off. She readjusts herself, then heads back down to begin kissing and nipping at your neck. Small moans fall from your lips as she smiles into every new kiss from hearing you. When she starts to head back up to your chin, her hand finds its way under your waistband, thank god I wore yoga pants, you thought.

Her hand was slowly creeping its way into your underwear. Your hands were anywhere they could go, her hair, her neck, her back, her arms as she was back to kissing you, roughly. Finally reaching your hot center, she moans into your mouth, “damn baby. Is this all because of me?” she runs her fingers through your wet folds.

“Mhmm,” you whimper, bucking your hips at the new sensation.

“I should’ve said something sooner,” she begins to draw small circles over your clit.

“Y-yes,” you struggle to speak.

She hums in response quickening her pace before going back to kissing your neck. Your back arched as she ran her fingers through your wetness once more, moaning in the process.

A few more circles were drawn and you were becoming desperate for more and quickly. You sneak your hand to meet hers inside your pants, moving her hand to push her fingers inside of you. She understands and does it just right.

“Fuck,” slips out of you.

“You’re so desperate,” she growls slowly moving two fingers as far into you as possible.

“God yes,” you whine as she begins to slowly pump in and out of you causing more moans to fall from your mouth.

“If only I knew you were such a slut, I would’ve fucked you much sooner,” she admits. Her pace quickens, “I mean look at you, squirming under me, such a pretty sight.”

You couldn’t fathom any words. Literally nothing came to mind other than, “holy fuck,” which you didn’t say consciously.

“I can tell your close, baby,” she was right, “don’t hold back.”

By now, she was fucking you so hard you felt your titties bouncing and her eyes on them. You couldn’t help but smile at her wickedly. You grabbed her face forcefully pulling it in for more kissing so that the noises that were about to escape you, wouldn’t be too loud in case someone walked by.

A whimper escaped every time the tattooed fingers hit inside of you. The pressure in your hips rose so quickly you couldn’t hold off if you tried.

“Yesss, that’s it baby….cum for me,” she snarled in your ear.

The wave of release finally hit you, “oh FUUCK,” as you bounced. Your back arching, loud moans were quickly softened by her mouth as she continued to fuck you through it.

She wasn’t stopping there though, “you feel so good, baby,” as she continued pumping in and out of you, “now do it again.”

You couldn’t help but moan and nod your head desperately. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build back up again, she readjusted her hand so that she was hitting your sweet spot every time she pounded into you.

“Holy fuck,” you grasp for air, “please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

After a few more seconds of vigorous movements, you cum once more, spilling out all over her hand. Groaning louder than before as your legs began to shake and your hips jerking against her motions. Your back arched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head causing her to hold you down as best she could so you wouldn’t fall off the couch.

“Good girl,” she eased you through it, kissing every inch of your neck. She slowly removed her hand from you, bringing it up to her mouth and sucking her coated fingers clean. Your eyes widened at the sight.

“Open,” she commanded.

So you open your mouth and she sticks her fingers inside, without hesitation you sucked yourself off of her. Never in a million years did you think this would be happening, trembling under her after she just made you cum, twice in 10 minutes.

Once she decided you were done, she pulled her hand out and stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Now do you believe me?”

You nod because you couldn’t think of anything else to say, you’re lying there, panting and helpless staring at the dark haired woman above you.

“Good. Now what do you want to eat?” she smirks.

[lowkeyrobin]

can you do some hcs of podcast with a skeptical!reader like, they don’t believe in ghost until they get possessed by one or smth like that?

ooooo okay okay I see you ; sorry this is so short, I was gonna do a oneshot based thing but I gave up and it turned into this lol ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

PODCAST ; skepticism

summary ; podcast has to prove to you that ghosts definitely do exist

warnings ; language, minor spoilers for frozen empire

word count ; 307

masterlist

you didnt know he was a ghostbuster the first time you met him and he quickly brought up what you think about ghosts

"eh, 50/50, i dont really know"

then he brought up the ghostbusters

"that has to be fake, isnt it just some tv show??"

to be fair, he understood why you thought it was a marketing ploy or some TV show, not an actual thing

but the fact he literally introduced you to the ghostbusters and you were still skeptical?

"do you need to see it with your own eyes to believe it or something?"

"i mean, yeah?"

sigh

the look on your face when you actually came face to face with one of the ghosts LMAO

"do you believe me now!?"

"yeah..."

"don't tell me you're scared. all that skepticism to be afraid?"

"just confused, I guess"

LMAOOOO

he tells you all about the ghostbusting equipment, the history of the ghostbusters, etc

honestly he shrugged off the whole thinking it was fake thing because it honestly never felt real to him either

you were at the lab when the proton barriers shut down momentarily to let the possessor out

that was so fun in itself

but it momentarily possessed you as well 💀 (in the middle of the library)

podcast literally freaked out because like that's his friend being possessed???

phoebe doesn't even know what to do like?? this isn't a regular occurrence or anything they train for

the two adult men in the room just sat back and watched cause wth were they gonna do

fun experience none the less

later he's like "what's it like being possessed?"

"it feels like that sharp TV static feeling but all over"

"oh"

he's asking questions about it for a solid 10 minutes, he's just fascinated

he didn't realize the demon could possess people for some reason lol

you 100% if not already, believe in ghosts/demons/the paranormal

[disasterbuck]

FanFic Ask Game

So I saw this post (linked above) and decided to answer all the questions instead of just reblogging and waiting for asks. Enjoy getting to know a bit more about me as a writer!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I love how fluffy it generally is and how my fics always have a happy ending 🥰

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

I don't think I'm embarrassed about my writing? Maybe sometimes I'll write a kiss that feels a bit cringe?

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

'the heist wip'. Inspired by the episode Ocean's 9-1-1, I wanted to explore what situation could make them ACTUALLY turn to crime. I had a vague idea of a woman's dog being kidnapped by her abusive ex, and Buck gets all obsessed over it and eventually asks the rest of the team to help him break the dog out or something. idk. I don't have a solid enough idea and I feel like it would end up being a long fic which I just can't commit to atm. (If anyone reading this is inspired by this idea, feel free to write it!! But please tag me if you do! I would love to read it!)

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

... I don't think so?

Yeah I've just had a skim through and can't find anything that I would never share if I managed to finish it.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Ooohhh, I love getting comments on ALL my fics but I guess if I had to choose I'd probably go with Friends Don't (8.5k) because it has a special place in my heart.

✏️ Do you write every day?

Not strictly, but most days yes.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

"Back to my point," Chimney said once Hen's laughter died down. "You two are codependent. I bet you couldn't even go a day without having to touch each other."

Buck's face flushed a darker shade of red.

"Yes we could," Eddie argued, suddenly stubborn and confrontational. "We could go a week."

"You wanna bet, Diaz?" Chimney asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

After a quick glance to communicate with Buck, Eddie nodded and said, "You're on. What are the terms?"

don't say his name wip

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I wrote 4 drabbles exactly 100 words each!! It took quite a bit of editing and revising but I'm really happy with how they turned out! You can read them here if you're interested: buddie month | four drabbles

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

fhdskjfhs I HOPE NOT 😅

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

I don't really have a preferred time of day?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

Yes. And no. lol

📊 Current number of WIPs

............................ 104 🙈

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

Depends ENTIRELY on the person. But generally yes. This does not equal letting them read my fics though lol.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Hm, good question. Maybe Athena?

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

Uhhh I don't know. I feel like I'm constantly learning about writing and just generally trying to improve in all areas.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

YES ALL THE TIME. I looooove reading over my fics. Makes me so happy!!

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Writing kisses. Or endings. Both. Every time Buddie are about to kiss I tend to abandon the fic for a while lmaoooo and then whenever I have to wrap it up it takes me 3-5 business days.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Up for anything. All I've got for it so far is this:

Buck: No, I mean it. I'm up for anything. If you can come up with something I won't do you win. But I'm telling you right now I never back down from a dare.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

fhjskfh I hate research. My deepest dive is whatever happens in the show. I'll rewatch or maybe read wikis to make sure I get show details accurate but anything else? I'm making that shit up bestie 😅

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

🙈 sweet, emotional, aaaaaand heartwarming? idk

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

I don't have headcanons about my own work! Everything is canon! They're my works! My reality! YOU can have headcanons about my works lol.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Of my own or someone elses?

Of my own fics, I love you (4k) is my fave.

Someone else's, the first that comes to mind is The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) (43k) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels uggghhh it is chef's kiss!! Fake dating my beloved! 💕

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

Lazy Mornings (1k) for being so freaking adorable 🥰

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

I think it's fairly equal? But maybe a bit more time writing, because a lot of the reading I do is of physical books rather than fic.

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taglist because there's a sneaky snippet hidden above:

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@specialbrownieeater @blue-winged-boy @bucks-daddy-issues @lightningmcqueer8

Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed 💕

p.s. I'm updating my taglist, check out the info on this post

[shaunamilfman]

I have some thoughts of Jealous JackieShauna w reader,

Before Dating

- After you’ve hung out with a potential s/o or just a friend that she’s jealous of Jackie will always confront you like a cheating spouse, like getting into petty non arguments “Where were you? Why were you w her you know I don’t like her. No I just want to spend time with you, you’re one of my best friends and they’re stealing you from me.”

- If you even MENTION the person, Shauna gives you the silent treatment, she is secretly SEETHING and you keep trying to engage in conversation but she just gives you nothing or walks away and you’re left wondering what you did to upset her.

- Jackie is absolutely guilty of calling you and faking that there’s an emergency she needs your help with to get you to cancel a date with this person. Which of course you fall for every time.

- Shauna 100% gives this person the dirtiest looks, if looks could kill this poor random would be dead and buried on sight.

After You Start Dating:

- Jackie is not afraid to act first and ask questions later but she will mask it with politeness, if she sees someone getting too close to you during a party or just anything she doesn’t particularly like, she’ll walk right over, throw her arms around you, plant a huge kiss on your lips, then turn to the other person “Oh my god babe, who’s this? Who? Oh I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you before, hmm.” Then she just stands there with you until the other person gets too uncomfortable and leaves. She will be clingy the entire rest of the night.

- Same situation with Shauna and she does not give a shit, She will unabashedly grab your arm, tug you away from the person and move your hand to her waist as you walk away to hit it home. She’ll tell you that you’re leaving though so she can make sure that people will know you’re taken.

-Jackie is the type of gf that if you unknowingly upset her and then drive her home she keeps her knees as far away from your side of the car as possible, do you know what I mean? Like turning her body away from you as much as she can. She’ll be pouty, arms crossed and will not look at you at all.

- Shauna will make a move on you in the car, climbing into your lap and in a way silently seeking validation that you still want her. It’s not that she doesn’t trust you or anything, she just has a couple insecurities and she likes having you show her she’s the one you want/hearing you say it.

- Jackie will no doubt have to try to convince Shauna not to slap the random person talking to you. If you get in trouble with both of them in the same night, you’re basically escorted through the rest of the party by both of them at your side.

these may not be great cause it’s pushing 3 am for me but have at it! Hope you had a great weekend milfman, drink water today and take care of yourself cause you deserve it :)

yes!! let's go! more soffsh headcanons boyssssss.

you come home and jackie's sitting in your room on your bed with her legs crossed and her arms in her lap like "do you have any idea what time it is, Y/N?" she enlisted shauna but Shauna's fast asleep on the bed behind her

Jackie watches your social media following like a hawk. she goes on a day long spiral whenever someone hot follows you

love love love ridiculously possessive shauna. her and her "you know other women??" ass has me captivated completely lmao

Jackie would fake an emergency omg her dramatic ass

you try to talk to the other girl at school after your date and she just squeaks in fear and runs away from you. Jackie comforting you over it while shauna stands guard protectively in front of you so no one sees you upset??

Jackie sees you talking to another woman and just immediately throws herself in your lap. talking bout "omg your so strong y/n do you work out??" as she's feeling up your arms and shit. you were talking to your cousin lmaoooo. Jackie can never be too careful though

shauna just silently showing up, kissing you in front of them, and dragging you back to her and Jackie??

Jackie still hangs out with you when she's upset because she wants you to know she's ignoring you on purpose and is expecting you to grovel for her forgiveness/attention

shauna dragging you in the backseat to possessively climb in your lap while Jackie climbs in the car on your other side to watch yall. going feral over the idea of Jackie just watching shauna ride you in the backseat and whispering jealous little comments about that girl in your ear.

ugh jackieshauna escorting me through the party like a misbehaving child when?? im so convinced that half of dating Shauna is convincing her not to go to jail over something miniscule.

thanks anon! hope you had a good weekend too ❤️

[lordofthenerds97]

I saw your reblog on Roy’s Event Horizon chapter 13, and I must say . . .

Please get on that soap box and speak about Obi-Wan, if you don’t mind ofc! Sorry if I’m being rude. I just have a lot of thoughts on Obi-Wan’s involvement and responsibility for some stuff in the war, TCW, and etc. I haven’t found any one that agreed or had an opinion on that tho! So it’d be interesting to hear your thoughts?

Why helloooooooo anon!

Ok so like straight up I was a lil scared when I saw an anon notification about EH and I was legit preparing to fight someone on Roy’s behalf 🤣💀 Like, all it showed was the first part of your ask in the preview, and I was sweating a bit when I opened it lmaoooo, but OMGGGG

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE you aren’t being rude at all! I’m honestly so surprised tho because I didn’t think anyone besides Roy was reading our brain dumps about EH! That’s so awesome!!

So, I haven’t found a lot of other people that have opinions/thoughts about Obi-Wan carrying responsibility in the war or TCW or certain arcs. You have requested a soap box and I shall happily oblige! But buckle up cause it’s gonna be all over the place and hella long 🤣 we’re also gonna condense because the original version was over 10k long and I still had more to say but I didn’t want to keep you waiting 💀 so will reblog later with additional thoughts

I’m not sure how much you know about his background as a Padawan when he was a kid, all that jazz, so I’ll kinda talk about that for a minute and then explain why that’s important

Roy made reference to him being a troublemaker when he was young. That’s 100% accurate. He has a reputation as a youngling for breaking rules, being rebellious, talking back, questioning things, yada yada yada, basically Anakin. He was passed over by all the Masters several times. Qui Gon didn’t choose Kenobi, Yoda actually assigned the two together hoping they’d be able to work Obi-Wan’s shit out

It worked, happy ending, onto Tatooine they go

So moving on to when they meet Anakin

Throughout the entire Tatooine sequence, you can kinda see this disinterested, questioning, and even slightly disappointed look on Obi-Wan’s face the entire time Qui Gon is with Anakin or talks about him. It’s clear he doesn’t really believe right off the bat what Qui Gon believes about him being the chosen one and all that, and to me it was pretty obvious he didn’t want Anakin tagging along. Anakin’s not dumb, I’m sure he would have picked up on that. Kids are smart, regardless of what we might think. So if Anakin knew that someone he looked up to, a Jedi Knight, didn’t really want him around or think he could live up to his potential, that probably put a damper on things

Obi-Wan took on Anakin because it’s what Qui Gon wanted. I don’t fully believe that he wanted Anakin as a Padawan. I know he agreed with the Council on the fact that Anakin was too old and unstable and emotional, and there was a flicker of something on his face, possibly doubt or fear, when he said he would train him

This next part is completely headcanon and what I believe happened during Anakin’s early days as a Padawan that isn’t talked about in any canon, so bear with me lol

Anakin was SO MUCH like Obi-Wan as a kid. That scared Kenobi. And with Anakin not having spent his entire life in the temple, he hadn’t learned how to control his emotions, reign in his temper, anything like that. Anakin more than likely had temper tantrums like any normal child…but he was Force Sensitive, and that would’ve made all the difference in the world. We know how strong of a connection Anakin has to the Force, how much power he has. He obviously had that connection, albeit uncontrolled, as a child. His tantrums likely threw Obi-Wan into a tailspin, and he probably didn’t handle them the best

Canon-wise, we know Anakin was terrified of losing his new Master, to the point he sometimes slept on the floor next to Kenobi’s bed. We don’t know if Kenobi discouraged or talked to him about this at all, but we know Anakin didn’t take well to correction from others, sometimes even Obi-Wan, as much as he loved and idolized his Master. Personally, I believe there was a huge trauma bond developed there, both in losing Qui Gon and in leaving his mom and everything he knew behind. Obi-Wan was the last familiar thing Anakin had and so he clung to that. Trauma bonds aren’t always a good thing. And while he did kind of grow out of that as he got older, becoming real friends with Obi-Wan, that, in my opinion, was the entire basis of their relationship and was not a good start to a Master/Padawan connection. They have a Force bond, and with that trauma connecting them, that bond was probably tainted in some way, not allowing it to be as fully developed as it should have been. We know Anakin didn’t want Ahsoka…I personally believe him not feeling wanted by Obi-Wan played a big part in that

Moving on to things happening later in TCW

The entire Satine situation

Let’s unbox THAT for a minute

We know these two idiots were in love. We know this. It irks me to no end that Obi-Wan is constantly on Anakin about emotions and attachments and all this shit when-

Like…c’mon. A bit hypocritical aren’t we, Obi-Wan? Had she given the word he would’ve LEFT THE ORDER??? He defied the Council FOR HER, someone he hadn’t had contact with in years??? But wouldn’t stand up to the Council for AHSOKA, his BEST FRIEND’S PADAWAN??? (Hold on I’ll get there)

That is literally the only time that Obi-Wan directly defies the Council. He might bend the rules a few times, especially when he’s involved with one of Anakin’s schemes or plots, but he never, ever, ever, breaks the rules as a Master

AND LET’S TALK ABOUT KORKIE FOR A MINUTE WHY DON’T WE

YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME HE ISN’T KENOBI’S SON

When does Korkie ever mention his mother? Why isn’t she in the picture? “Oh, easy, she’s with Death Watch-“ BULLSHIT

If Bo was REALLY Korkie’s mom, knowing what we know about her, do you think she’d leave him on Mandalore with Satine? ABSOLUTELY NOT GODDAMMIT

“Oh but the timeline doesn’t match up, Korkie should be like twenty, he only looks fifteen or so-“ BULLSHIT

THERES A TWENTY SOME ODD YEAR DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WINDU AND KENOBI AND THEY DON’T LOOK THAT MUCH DIFFERENT

“Oh, but Obi-Wan is the perfect Jedi, he wouldn’t ever do something like that-“ BULLSHIT

Obi-Wan was human and therefore subject to human emotions and feelings. The absolute LOVE in that man’s eyes when he said goodbye to Satine will forever break my heart when I see those episodes but we’re not talking about that, we’re talking about his hypocrisy and shit. Anyways.

Also, another point?? HOW THE HELL CAN KORKIE BE BO’S SON WHEN BO IS ONLY IN HER EARLY 20s IN TCW?!?!?!?!?

So yeah, Obi-Wan said a LOT about attachments here…when they mean something to him. Lecturing Anakin when he turns around and does this, where Anakin can very plainly see what Obi-Wan is doing and how he’s directly going against everything he’s ever said or done, seems like a pretty big stab in the back to me

And actually, since we’re on that arc, let’s talk about Maul for a minute

Logic: cut man in half, man dies

Maul: lives out of hatred and spite

(I have a theory the Brother had something to do with that but let’s talk about that another time)

Logically, if you cut your opponent in half, they die. End of story. Right? Wrong. Especially when it comes to the Sith. Now, I might be willing to give him a bit of a pass if he wasn’t as studied on Sith as he should have been, but I doubt that’s the case. Sith Lords and Apprentices have a very very strong connection to the dark side and can access parts of the Force that are unknown to the Jedi and are unnatural. And for Sidious to choose Maul as an Apprentice, he would have had to have been exceptionally strong. Obi-Wan should have known that Sith are unpredictable and unstable. That should’ve been BASIC Holocron knowledge. Sith Alchemy, Dark Side Magick, Sith Sorcery…there’s no way Obi-Wan should’ve reacted like

To the fact he was alive. And out of pure SPITE and HATRED for one person

The absolute havoc that Maul and Savage wrought upon the Galaxy because of Maul’s single minded need for revenge is wild because Obi-Wan totally could’ve dealt with it. In one episode. Or maybe two? But that’s not the point. Maul got Kenobi’s attention by slaughtering people on Cybloc. There were rumors of Maul’s presence spreading around before that, but the Council (an entirely different rant, which I could go on for days about if you want a separate one about them) ignored, as did Kenobi. It wasn’t until Maul killed innocents and sent a holorecording of the act that anyone paid attention. They knew about Savage, who was enough of a threat they sent people to investigate, but when word about his Sith brother began to surface, no one thought that might be important? Least of all the man that supposedly killed him?

*smack* Qui Gon taught you better than that, Kenobi. I’m disappointed.

Let’s talk for a minute about how Obi-Wan let his emotions, something he was supposed to be in control of at all times, rule his decisions on how he handled Maul

First of all, I don’t care how you look at the situation, Obi-Wan was afraid. He thought he’d killed Maul on Naboo all those years ago, and here he was, resurrected and full of hatred. Not to mention strong in the Dark Side of the Force. That's enough to scare anyone. But instead of letting go of that fear and allowing the Force to guide him like his Master taught him, he let the fear consume him. Maul used that fear as a way to control the narrative in sooooooo many ways. When Obi-Wan faced Maul and Savage for the first time, he saw what he failed to do and the monster he created, which (Disclaimer I’m not a psychologist or anything) I’m pretty sure triggered some sort of trauma response. It also would’ve brought up a lot of PTSD (because let’s be honest, Obi-Wan has it, considering everything he saw and did as a Padawan and that was finna be the beginning of the Clone Wars) and guilt and a shit ton of other things, and that kinda took over his mind. He had a fight, flight, or freeze response…he froze. True, he did fight, but he didn’t truly fight to his full potential. We all know how good of a fighter Obi-Wan is, how proficient he is with the Force, all of that. But he just…froze. It would’ve been such an epic fight even if he would’ve just took an episode or so to prepare…but instead, he let Maul fester and create the Shadow Collective, and where did that lead us?

He takes over Mandalore, controls Death Watch by Ritual Combat, kills Satine, ruins Obi-Wan even more, gets back on Palpy’s radar, lost his brother (the only thing he truly cared about), almost got Ahsoka on his side(!!!!!!!!! Another headcanon theory but not rant I love that so much, that team up would have been legendary)

And then, he goes on to wreak havoc in Rebels.

Obi-Wan could have dealt with him very easily and very quickly. But nooooooooooooo

Now imma move on to the whole Ahsoka debacle

There is so much going on here

So much

Like…where do I even start

FIRST OF ALL

He is her Grand Master…he’s known her basically her entire life, he’s been by her side ever since she’s become a Padawan. He might not agree with everything Anakin teaches her, but hey, he taught Anakin so that’s his own damn fault. And he has the AUDACITY to not even QUESTION the Council when her honor is brought to trial???

He doesn’t even BLINK when she’s thrown out of the Order???

He doesn’t take Anakin’s, his supposed brother and best friend, side???

He turns his back on BOTH of them???

He hunts Ahsoka like she’s an animal

He is ready to sentence her to an execution

And let’s not forget

Obi-Wan is on the Council

I’m just absolutely boggled

AND THEN HE TRIES TO WELCOME HER BACK DURING THE SEIGE OF MANDALORE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?!?!?!?! I THINK THE HELL NOT

GOD 

And Mustafar

Gods above, Mustafar

After everything that happened, after everything Obi-Wan did, after everything he put Anakin though, after how many times he failed his “brother”, his “best friend” his Padawan, how could Obi-Wan be anything BUT surprised that Anakin would turn to the Dark Side??? Sure, Palps groomed him, obviously, and there’s plenty of blame to go around, but it was Obi-Wan’s responsibility to keep him in the light

LEST WE FORGET WHAT HAPPENED ON MORTIS???

Because the Father had plenty of warnings to give

All anyone had to do

Was listen

I firmly believe that Obi-Wan played a huge role in Anakin’s downfall, if not caused it directly because of all the shit he pulled. People can fight me, people can sue me, people can come for me (please don’t tho I don’t have the energy 💀😭), but that is 100% my belief and I will die on that hill

As much as I love Kenobi, as much as I love his character and backstory, he is responsible for the rise of Vader.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[vacantgodling]

3, 8, & 19 for the fandom asks pls :3

thank you!!! i think i’m gonna answer 19 first cuz of the particular question lol.

19. your current fandom(s)

MAIN fandom: overwatch. obviously.

CURRENT side fandoms that i actually think about more than coincidentally and not including shows or media that are ingrained into my psyche such as atla: demon slayer (tbh The anime of all time), 19 days (which is a manhua you’ve probably seen on my side blog i’m so not normal about them he tian and mo guan shan specifically), jeraskier fix it episode 6 of season 1 from the witcher. yes it has to be that specific because i dont care about literally anything else aside from those two fuck the whole show but they went off with them tbh.

i have more fandoms that i’m “in” but i don’t necessarily think about them as often but the media has Irrevocably changed me tm or i really enjoy it. it’s just not necessarily active in my brain atm? at some point (or if someone asks) i can list all the shows media and games i like or have opinions about beyond “that’s neat” lmao

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

in overwatch? genji tbh. but it wasn’t really the fandom that helped me do that, it was specifically my friend valen who did that lmao.

but i guess also mei? i literally used to hate her sm bc her mannerisms were very similar to my ex and fresh out of my break up she just infuriated me. now i’m way more chill about her lmaoooo.

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

tbh everyone could love hanzo shimada more but HFJDJD that’s not a real answer. most of the things i would say a lot of the circles i traverse in have similar opinions so i don’t think i have anything off the top of my head that i think people are REALLY sleeping on 🤔

[dogwittaablog]

i think she probably had met him once cause supposedly her dad is an OHL coach, but she’s defiantly boosting it for clout. like i’ve met a ton of hockey players and they’re normal guys but would never describe them as “nice and respectful” as many times as she does

*IM GOING TO BE STANDING ON BUSINESS WITH THIS POST*

So I never even knew she existed till that submission I got, and weirdly all of a sudden I kept getting a bunch of messages all at the same time in this same text/grammar/punctuation format LMAO… which concludes to me she defs sent them in.

I tragically did a deep dive into her blog before I formed opinions and speculations, just to see if anything wasn’t actually bs. Though the more I read the more sus I got about a bunch of stuff.

She allegedly claims she’s known or was around Nolan and her family when she was young, because their dads golfed together (I literally do not think his dads much of a golfer either lmaooo) + her dad and his uncle were coaches together… Anytime a question is brought up about Nolan she constantly brushes it off cause she wants to respect his privacy… listen if I genuinely know people personally or have the respect for them as she claims, I wouldn’t even be entertaining one word let alone let it be known that I even know them… on a blog… 😭💀

Bro I fr don’t even want to get into the her having two kids and her having a child allegedly at 16, not that it’s even a issue, cause not my problem, but their is something sus about that whole ass thing too. She also seems to constantly wanting to lie or hide about her age, or not disclose it… which I find weird, cause if you do the math even by her kids alleged ages you’d know she’s at least early 20’s but claim she’s in her mid 20’s, idek. It’s probably some literal teen running it. Respectfully if I had 2 kids I wouldn’t be up on some Tumblr blog posting what she posts??? Something about the way she writes in terms of punctuation comes off juvenile. Nothing radiates baby mama of 2… oops. Also the sus life story idek man.

(One of her post regarding nolpats)

So as I said she’s someone who claims to know nolan on a not super close but a still personal level lol. Yet says he doesn’t have any reputation… be for real with me 💀💀💀 “cause no one is really that aware of him”. You could pay me with a cheese burger to personally fly out to Winnipeg to ask people around and I bet you they’d know who the kid is also Winnipeg isnt huge and the communities are small, everyone mutually knows each other especially when you’re born and raised there. Nothing adds up to her even knowing him.

Also claiming she’s on his private account, I’m sure babe… that account is strictly for family and friends he’s known closely for years. Not some random that allegedly got pregnant at 16 and then left Winnipeg for 4+ years (as she’s said) and never was in contact with him for years LMAOOOO. Also to publicly claim you’re on it too, interesting.

Long story short I’m sorry home girl @ urhockeymilf you defs are making up half to all of or pre much everything you’ve claimed… I know you send yourself submissions too on your own blog… so I cannot wait for your submissions in my inbox after you potentially see this.

I’ll also add I do run this blog myself but I won’t be stupid enough to start claiming I PERSONALLY know anyone. I share info I gather from others, and express they’re just rumours and speculations, and when making points on why I think something seems true I’ll always try to provide proof and a logical answer to why, rather then just talking out my ass or making shit up lmao.

[moon-beam-pie]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

thanks @dearcmurphy for the tag!

1. are you named after anyone?

no, but am thinking of using a new name (Zero) which is also not named after anyone but has the added bonus of sharing with a fictional character (Star Trek Prodigy) & Gerard Way song

2. when was the last time you cried?

probably today or yesterday I cry very often, in fact I’m tearing up just thinking about the act of crying lmaoooo. don’t remember the last time I like bawled my eyes out but it would have been in the past week probs

3. do you have kids?

Noooo way I’m only 22 and very single haha; I would not be a healthy parent and no child deserves that

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Probably, but not an excessive enough amount for me to notice it?

5. what sports do you play/have played?

I played basketball and did martial arts as a kid, but I don’t think either were to a particularly high level, although I did get invited to the black belt club at my studio (not an actual black belt but was very dedicated) - had to stop martial arts when I was about 9 due to breaking my arm a few times and them moving locations

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

I’m not really aware of what I notice but it’s probably vibes

7. what’s your eye color?

Hazel

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings but only because I am too easily affected by scary movies I have never been able to watch thrillers or horror or even listen to scary stories on like school camps and stuff; I’d get mad nightmares and it would be all I could think about for ages - it’s so bad I couldn’t/can’t even watch buzzfeed unsolved

9. any special talents?

depends how you define it but probably nothing I can think of off the top of my head.

10. where were you born?

Melbourne, Aus. No I am not doxxing myself the city has 5 million ppl living here

11. what are your hobbies?

I don’t have anything solid other than stuff that I don’t talk about online. I guess I like drawing but even that I’m not great at and only get into occasionally

12. do you have any pets?

I have a cat! I’ve had him for about 14 years and I love him very very much. We adopted him and his mum together and they were both strays, but sadly his mum passed away in late 2020.

13. how tall are you?

176cm. I feel like this list of questions is about to ask me my mothers maiden name

14. favorite subject in school?

I loved maths and physics and chem

15. dream job?

Anything that involves acting, stage, screen, etc

Not gonna tag anyone cause anxiety but please feel free to take this as a tag if you wanna do it (actually genuinely, feel free to tag me in the post too if you want to!)

[the1975attheirverybest]

Is it normal to get somewhat annoyed at matty sometimes for being so vauge?? Lol. I just find it kind of like 🙄 when he drops his little hints or whatever. On the one hand, I think it’s nice that he’s trying to be more sincere and tell us stuff like… what ATVB was about, what ATPOAIM is and how it’s different, all that stuff… but he’s also so bad at finishing his own thoughts 😂 it’s frustrating. I feel like I only end up with more questions when he tries to explain stuff. I guess it’s endearing in a way. But sometimes I just wanna be like “bro it’s ok. You can just said you did a weird show last year because you wanted to be shocking and cool. And then you got bored of it and you’re doing a chill show now”

At this point I feel like.. he’s tried to tell us or explain to us why the change happened so many times, in such confusing ways, that he should just write something. Release an article or post on Reddit or something lol. I love him so much but the way he explains stuff is so hard for me to comprehend sometimes. Probably my fault.

Do you have any thoughts on it? Sorry I just needed to rant Lowkey

Hmmmm, you raise a lot of interesting points in your observation. I think my feelings about this are kind of mixed but I’ll try to explain. I’ve been awake for 24 hours now, though, so forgive the messiness.

1. Does it frustrate me when Matty is vague? Fuck yeah! I always say that I don’t ever wanna meet Matty because it would kill me to only have a selfie or a hug with him. I don’t want that shit. I want, a solid hour of his time, just me and him. One on one. If he’ll let me buy him a cup of coffee or lunch or something so I could pick his brain about a million things I wish I could ask him. So….yeah.

2. That said, though, I don’t think that Matty’s ATVB show was ever meant to be shocking for its edginess or whatever. He’s said a lot of times that the idea of being subversive just to be subversive doesn’t really do much for him. Cuz, like, the goal of edgy and subversive art that does it for the hell of it is that order will ultimately be re-established. Like you’re not actually doing anything revolutionary. You’re just flirting with the idea so that someone will smack you down and tell you “that’s naughty don’t do that!” And everything will go back to the way it was. So, if THATS not Matty’s goal with the messy show, then what’s his goal?

Fuck if I know, lmaoooo. No, for real, I don’t know cuz I’m not inside his mind, but I’m guessing, just based off what he says and based on my own interpretation, that he was running an elaborate experiment that kind of ran its course. At its core, it was a continuation of Being Funny. So, like, deconstructing masculinity. But I think even more fundamentally than that, it’s about what it means to be a human being. Maybe I’m bringing my own literature background to this, but when he keeps saying “if it’s method acting but what you’re acting is actually you’re real life, then what’s real and what’s not?” I kind of understand that as, like, “is there an internal self outside of what we perform?” We all perform our gender, sexuality, morality, etc. we dress a certain way, we speak a certain way, we abide by certain rules and social conventions etc, is there anything else underneath that or is that all the self really is?

I think he sets up this whole acting thing just as “performance” to allow himself to really be open. Like, if he has conditioned us to think that everything he does onstage is fake then he can allow himself to be earnest and sincere without fear of judgement cuz any minute he can just be like HAHA JUST KIDDING YOU FELL FOR IT ! So it’s kind of safer than if he were to open up just as a normal human and start saying everything directly. So, by “acting” he’s in a weird way “being more real.” BUTTTTT we saw how that backfired so, I guess he re-evaluated? Or maybe he’d always intended on dropping the act eventually cuz, logistically, I imagine it would have cost Dirty Hit EVERYTHING it has, to bring that set over to the Asia, Australia and South America sides of the world. Idk. That’s one thing I wish I could ask him.

Judging by his deactivating of Instagram and the desire for more sincerity, it might be that his lil experiment kind of gave him the courage he has needed all along. He did it enough times with the safety net of “performance” that he’s sort of getting comfortable just being a guy now. I imagine the backlash he’s been facing (before Taylor. I’m talking podcast and shit) might have factored into it. Like he feels that everyone has this idea about who he is so he might as well just be himself and fuck everything else? Idk. Wish some interviewer would ask him about it.

Sorry for the long ass rant. I’m a mess. I hope this makes a crumb of sense but I doubt it honestly. You’re asking really smart questions though. I’m just too dumb.

[guava-jarritos]

What do you think lesbians are attracted to in women that we can’t be attracted to in men?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives woman-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait women have that men can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

Lmaoooo why you asking me this like it’s a pop quiz?? I don’t owe you anything 😂 and you too scared to ask off anon too, huh? We see how you are. Why don’t YOU answer, huh?

Sexuality isn’t a science. We genuinely, don’t know what makes people attracted to different types of people. It’s a ✨mystery✨

Personhood is a spectrum just as much as sexuality is. As a pan person I can only say that I know I’m mainly attracted to masculinity, both in men and women. That’s just what I’m drawn to, I couldn’t explain why. You’re out here asking questions more unanswerable than the meaning of life.

[gorepity]

Y’all know I had to do it LMAOOOO he’s so fineee (Art credits: Fumiaj on Twitter)

Warnings: Mating Press, Breeding Kink, Degrading, Dirty Talk 18+

OVERTIME SMUT/JOSIAH unedited, sorry for typos

Currently you and your boyfriend of 5 months were watching a funny movie, but ever since the movie started you’ve been the only one doing the watching.

The problem? His work shirt that you were wearing along with a pair of compression shorts….Just a typical comfortable outfit to you, but to Josiah…..it’s the most sexiest thing ever.

He doesn’t even know what’s going on with the movie because he’s been focused on you the whole time. you’ve eventually notice his strange behavior and decide to confront him about it.

You see him stare at you one final time before looking away, quickly grabbing the nearest pillow and placing it on his lap.

You sigh pausing the movie "Siah what’s wrong?" And turn to face him.

He doesn’t say anything but removes the pillow from off his lap revealing that he has somehow gotten a boner, his print was very visible in his favorite pair of grey sweatpants you bought him.

Lawd

You look up at him, smirking "Why didn’t you just say that, you didn’t have to be weird about it"

He shrugs shifting more comfortably in the sofa, he extends his right arm over your neck pulling you closer "You wanna help me with my problem? I mean it is your fault"

You roll your eyes hopping off your side of the sofa and straddle your 6'2 boyfriend on his side "And how is it my fault?"

He places his hands on both sides of your waist, forcefully pushing you more down to feel his hard on "Because of that sexy pussy you have, it’s hard to not think about being deep inside you"

Speechless you wrap your hands around his neck and bury your face into his neck so he couldn’t see you.

He chuckles "Don’t act all shy now baby"

A sudden stinging sensation had appeared on your ass causing you to yelp, slender veiny hands soothed your meaty flesh alongside with the sounds of coos.

"Come on baby, let me fuck you so you can squirt all over my cock"

"You can take a little more right baby?" Josiah whispers in your ears, as he has you folded into a mating press.

Before you could answer he roughly shoves the rest of him inside you, stretching you out so good with his girth.

You groan loudly, gripping both of his arms "Too big!"

He coos "I know baby, I know"

He stays still inside you, making you adjust around him before he begins thrusting….hard.

"Josiah!"

"Ahh fuck baby, you’re so tight….loosen up for me Princess…lemme fuck you nice"

You obey his command, letting yourself be more of the submissive slut he always loved.

He places a hand on your stomach, feeling exactly where his cock is buried deep inside you.

“Does it feel good?"

“Yes, oh my god!" You were on the verge of cumming anytime now.

He stops reaching down to your face, bringing you into a kiss. He lowers your legs down to his waist putting you into missionary position, you guys stay like that…just making out with each other before he starts thrusting again.

"I’m gonna cum deep inside your womb, you want that don’t you?"

"Yes please-please Josiah"

He chuckles at how pathetic and needy you sound "Oh yeah? You want me to get you pregnant….Hm? You wanna have my babies? Huh princess?"

When you didn’t answer he placed a hand around your neck, choking you firmly.

"I asked you something baby, don’t tell me you can’t answer a simple question….am I fucking you too good that you can’t answer?"

You vigorously nod.

"Fucking slut" he groans "Your pussys feels so fucking good"

"Josiah?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I wanna-be a mom" you began to get flustered.

He smiles bringing you back in for a kiss "Exactly the words I wanted to hear"

"Such a good girl for me"

[tonberry-yoda]

Ok so like i said before

Would you please make headcanons of the part 6 gang reacting to a male reader who is an alien like mikitaka

And who uses his ability to turn into jotaros disc and stop pucci

oh this is such a fun idea! it was super difficult to think of though, really gave me a challenge lol. i really loved it though and i hope you enjoy!!

Stone Ocean gang reacting to a reader who is an alien

Warnings - none!

Notes - none of the images below are mine. I really hope you like this and have a great day! this was a little difficult, so I hope i did okay!! FF is my favorite on here lol thanks for the request @lazyandannoying !!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Jolyne Cujoh

miss gurl is baffled

at first she doesnt believe you

alien??? yeah right.

it takes a super flippin long time for her to believe you until y'all meet FF, who is a literal plankton and then everyone's like, 'oh yeah, they're definitely an alien' lolol

she would always ask you about other planets and why you came to earth

she would ask what stars are like and honestly, a lot of your conversations with her are super duper wholesome and it makes you a lot less homesick

i think because she's a girlboss (and a smart one too), she would come up with the idea for you to turn into a disk to trick Pucci and get her dad back, and its flawless

you honestly love jolyne (platonic or not, up to you) so much and are so thankful that she stepped into your life, even if the whole thing was crazy. you had some fun adventures together and you want to tell her all about the stars above

Ermes Costello

she thinks it's awesome

she definitely believed you right when you told her

at this point, nothing phases her

she thinks you're cool

she doesnt ask too many questions because to each their own honestly

she would just kinda find out new things about you along the way

when you end up saving everyone's asses, she is forever thankful to you, and honestly becomes the closest thing you have to family on Earth

Narciso Anasui

i think you would be a little ghost room rat with these hotties

emporio would've found you and let you live with Anasui and Weather, so you all became pretty close

anasui would ask you questions about the stars and let's be real, he's a zodiac gurl for sure, so he would ask you if the stars align for him and jolyne lmaoooo

at first tho, he thought you were messing with him because you were just another crazy prisoner

until you show off your powers and he's like woah, that aint no stand

he would love that you saved everyone because if it werent for you, he wouldnt have been able to get Jotaro's blessing

what a little rat omg

Weather Report

y'all become close

you're both quiet and weird, so it just fits

you plan on how you're gonna get out of jail together and stay up at night talking for hours

he asks about your old planet and is mesmerized by your powers

watching you trick pucci really showed how awesome you were and he knew he could trust you with anything

you guys have a crazy awesome bond

you two would protect emporio with your lives

Foo Fighters

TWINZZZZ

y'all would get along crazy well

doing weird stuff together

yall would probably try a napkin together and find out that it definitely isnt edible

they think you're so funny

you two would ask about each other's old lives and compare how weird it is

"maybe im an alien too" FF would giggle and just pull you close calling you their "alien twin"

its nice to find someone as equally weird so besides weather report, yall are stuck together for life

[ticklishfiend]

So Intriguing (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Bakugou & Ler!Todoroki

A/N : omg. hi LMAOOOO um yeah so i've been on hiatus for a WHILE just bc i've had literally zero motivation to write but i just got over having covid for the past two weeks so i got a sudden spark of motivation and decided to write a fic :D it's lee!bakugou, no one is surprised, he's my favorite and i just love seeing him get tickled sorry not sorry <//3 LMAOO anyways um im excited to hopefully be back!! ive missed u guys so much omg :( but ilyasm and i REALLY hope you guys enjoy this fic!! love u!! <33

Summary : Bakugou hurts his foot during provisional license training, and considering it was Todoroki's fault, Todoroki offers to help fix it. But when it turns out Bakugou might be a bit too sensitive for Todoroki's methods of healing, Todoroki can't help but feel interested in this little discovery.

Word Count : 3894

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

. . .

Bakugou and Todoroki don’t really agree on many things. For instance, Todoroki preferred his food cold and mild, while Bakugou refused to eat anything that didn’t singe his taste buds from pure spice and heat. They couldn’t agree on what the best way to study was, and they definitely couldn’t agree on whether or not they were even friends in the first place (Todoroki was confident they were practically besties, but Bakugou denied this with a raging fury that Todoroki found very amusing). But after being paired together these past couple months for provisional license training, they were finally able to form their possible first agreement ever: provisional licnese training fucking sucks.

After a particularly grueling training day together, the pair walked back to the dorms in a grumbling silence, every once and a while an almost pained groan being heard from Bakugou. Todoroki didn’t think much of the noises at first, as he was quite the grumbly person, but after a particularly loud hiss that sounded really painful, he knew something was up with Bakugou, and he wasn’t just going to let his friend suffer in silence.

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“Is something wrong?” Todoroki broke the quiet as they started approaching the dorms. Bakuguo just huffed, refusing to look in Todoroki’s direction.

“I’m fine, idiot. Stop asking weird questions,” Bakugou shoved past Todoroki, quickening his pace towards the dorm doors. Todoroki just sped up as well, matching the boy’s pace much to Bakugou’s annoyance.

“Are you sure? You seem like you’re hurt,” Todoroki examined Bakugou up and down, his slouched posture making for a cringeworthy appearance, and he noticed a small limp coming from Bakugou’s left leg.

“I’m not fucking hurt, IcyHot! Leave me alone or I’ll-”

“Your foot. You have a limp in your left leg. Did you hurt your foot, Bakugou?” Bakugou stopped walking, already halfway down the hallway towards the elevators but couldn’t help being stopped in his tracks by Todoroki’s accurate observation. He seethed frozen in his spot, looking over at Todoroki who was now also standing, waiting for Bakugou’s response.

“That’s none of your fucking business, now is it!?” Bakugou barked through gritted teeth, shoving his hands in his pockets and charging towards the elevators, Todoroki following right behind him to no one’s surprise.

“You can’t be hurting tomorrow during training, Bakugou. They said it was going to be really gruelling. I could help you if you’d let me,” Todoroki offered, stepping into the elevator calmly while Bakugou practically punched the buttons beside the elevator door to shut it.

“And why the FUCK would I let you help me?!” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, the door dinging closed as he angrily threw himself back against the wall of the elevator to lean on it with a pout (obviously trying to relieve the tension off his aching foot).

“Well...I’m pretty sure it’s my fault your foot’s hurting right now,” Todoroki hummed in thought, Bakugou just widening his eyes and looking towards Todoroki in confusion.

“The hell do you mean?” He asked, glancing down at his foot and back up at Todoroki with a look of suspicion.

“Think about it. Remember when I made that blast of ice on the ground earlier today without thinking about the fact that you were running that way? You caught yourself before you could slip and fall, but it probably did something to your foot,” Todoroki said, the elevator dinging again as the doors opened. He looked up at Bakugou with a blank stare. “It’s my fault your foot got hurt. But I can help you fix it, since Recovery Girl is definitely in bed by now.”

Bakugou shuffled in place awkwardly for a moment, weighing out all his options in his head. He stepped forward to walk out of the elevator and groaned in pain as he applied weight to his left foot again. He sighed as he realized what he needed to do.

“God, fucking fine. But only because I’ve heard you give good massages with your half’n’half quirk bullshit AND because it’s your fuckin’ fault I’m hurt in the first place,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving past Todoroki with a pained grunt as he made his way towards his own dorm. Todoroki just smiled in victory, following behind Bakugou who was definitely his friend.

Bakugou trudged inside his dorm, kicking his shoes off immediately with a sigh of relief and throwing himself on his bed in defeat. Todoroki calmly walked in behind him, taking his shoes off with his hands while observing the room around him. He’d never seen Bakugou’s room before, and it was an interesting peek into Bakugou’s personal life that he never expected to find so intriguing.

He had an All Might poster up on his wall, which wasn’t all that surprising considering Midoriya said they both used to be super into All Might when they were younger. Todoroki noticed a half-sized bookshelf against the wall that seemed to be filled with books and...manga? He wasn’t aware Bakugou was interested in manga, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be of the pretty...romantic genre. Hm. He really didn’t know his friend like he thought he did.

“You comin’ over here or not, asshole? My foot’s fucking killing me,” Bakugou groaned, sitting up to massage his foot on his own while Todoroki made his way to the bed and sat down. Todoroki just observed where Bakugou applied the pressure onto himself, as that’s probably where most of the pain is.

“Take your sock off. My quirk works best if it’s skin to skin,” Todoroki moved himself to sit criss crossed on the bed facing Bakugou, which would give Bakugou a place to sit his foot once he took his sock off. But Bakugou just sat there a moment, holding his foot with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Does the sock...have to come off?” Bakugou asked, his voice a little quieter than normal. Todoroki just raised an eyebrow at the question, tilting his head a little while Bakugou looked mildly embarrassed.

“You’d definitely prefer if it did. I promise it’ll feel good, I really am good at this,” Todoroki offered a hand to Bakugou, obviously asking to hand over his foot without the sock. Bakugou just huffed, ripping the sock off his foot and shoving his ankle into Todoroki’s hand with a grumble of complaint. “Good. So where does it hurt the most?”

“Probably...uh...like, at the ball of my foot. And kinda at the top before you get to my toes,” Bakugou pointed towards his foot from his spot leaning against his pillows, feeling a bit awkward at the fact his foot is literally in the hands of one of his classmates right now. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t trust Todoroki with this. He’s heard how good he is at giving massages from the other people in his class, and he can’t say he wasn’t a little curious to know how it felt firsthand.

He could feel Todoroki’s quirk start to activate, the right side of his ankle getting a little colder while the left started to feel warm. He couldn’t help the chillbumps that made their way up his calf at the feeling, and a small shiver sent down his spine that was unfortunately noticed by the dual-haired boy handling his foot.

“Feels weird, huh?” Todoroki asked with a small smirk, the thumb of his right hand beginning to ghost over Bakugou’s soul just barely enough to feel. It made Bakugou flinch, Todoroki’s eyebrows raising at the reaction. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah just fuckin’ get on with it damnit,” Bakugou spoke quickly, almost like he was out of breath, and was very clearly flustered. Todoroki was extremely intrigued by these reactions, but kept it to himself as he started applying pressure near the ball of Bakugou’s foot.

Bakugou sighed in relief at the feeling, all the tension that was in his leg just a moment ago from those featherlight sensations practically melted away into jelly right in Todoroki’s hold. Todoroki worked at the knot of tension in his foot, which actually seemed to be just a really bad cramp that wouldn’t go away, and watched Bakugou’s face intently as his eyes fluttered closed in contentment, sometimes a hiss of pain leaving his lips as Todoroki found a particularly tense area that needed work.

At some point, Todoroki felt like giving Bakugou a break from the pressure massage, and intended to just rub his hands over his foot to let the sensations of his quirk wash over him. That’s what Todoroki normally did, anyway, when he was massaging someone’s back or shoulders.

Todoroki eased the pressure on his foot, letting his fingertips ghost against the ball of his foot and close to the undersides of his toes. But Bakugou...started to tense again. His breath hitched, and his toes curled ever so slightly as Todoroki grazed his fingers against the skin. Huffs of air were leaving Bakugou’s nose in fits, and eventually he was making noises that Todoroki couldn’t place, squirming in his seat with his arms crossed very tightly over his chest. Todoroki looked up and saw that Bakugou’s face was tinted an adorable pink, and he seemed to be...smiling? No, no he wasn’t smiling. He looked like he was fighting back a smile with every fiber inside of him, but Todoroki couldn’t tell if he was winning that fight or not.

“Bakugou, are you alright?” Todoroki asked, pausing his fingers but not moving them from the spot they had stopped on. Bakugou opened his eyes, letting out a large huff of air from his lungs that Todoroki did not know he was holding in.

“Yeah, fine just…” Bakugou paused, squirming a bit in his seat. He looked like he was trying to get angry, but just couldn’t with how relaxed Todoroki had made him just moments ago. He finally sighed, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to look Todoroki in the eyes at his next words. “The thing you’re doing. It feels good, cause of your quirk and shit. But...it's just...it really…” Bakugou groaned, throwing his hands over his face in defeat and embarrassment. His next words were muffled, but they were clear as day in Todoroki’s ears. “It tickles really bad.”

Todoroki’s eyebrows raised, a very small grin appearing on his face without even meaning for it to. “Oh...I had no idea you were ticklish.”

“Yeah, and I wasn’t exactly planning on telling you but here we are,” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms again and looking up at Todoroki expectantly. After a moment where neither of the boys did anything, Bakugou just rolled his eyes and nudged Todoroki’s hand with his foot. “You gonna keep going or what, IcyHot? This cramp isn’t gonna relieve itself.”

“You don’t want me to stop? I figured you might be too ticklish for it,” Todoroki smirked, playfully wiggling his nails over Bakugou’s sole and releasing a yelp from the blonde who jerked under him. It only lasted a second, but he could see a very faint smile on the corners of Bakugou’s mouth, and it was very interesting to observe.

“Shit! Don’t fuckin’ do that!” Bakugou barked, but he didn’t pull his foot away. Todoroki just started tracing his fingers lightly over Bakugou’s sole again like he had been before, and this time Bakugou wasn’t holding back his reactions as much as he had been.

He was squirmy and sounded like he was out of breath with how much he was huffing, and Todoroki could tell he was trying not to curl up his toes or jerk away out of embarrassment.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to stay still? This seems like it really tickles,” Todoroki traced his fingers upwards towards Bakugou’s toes, and that’s when he heard it. The first ever real giggle he’s ever heard come out of Bakugou’s mouth. It was small and faint, and if he wasn’t paying attention he could’ve missed it, but it was there and it was glorious. Todoroki knew he was hooked in now, no going back. He was definitely going to tickle him on purpose now.

“I’m f-fine, shithead! Just- wahait! Stop thahat! Quit it!” Bakugou giggled as Todoroki switched to using his nails instead of his fingertips, grabbing his ankle and tightening the grip so Bakugou couldn’t get away. He just barely scratched his nails along Bakugou’s sole, but it was enough to get the blonde to start really laughing, hiding his face with one hand while unsuccessfully swatting at Todoroki with the other. “Nohoho! Don’t fuhucking tickle mehehe!”

“But it’s so much fun to. And you also seem to be having fun, I mean you are laughing,” Todoroki spoke so monotone and it was ruining Bakugou. Those nails just kept wiggling and scratching so lightly against his foot, how the hell could something so light tickle so fucking badly!?

“Shihit! That’s not fahahair! I cahahan’t hehehelp it!” Bakugou writhed on the bed, the hand he was using to swat at Todoroki now being used to clutch at his bouncing tummy, almost trying to hold in all the giggles escaping from there.

Todoroki smiled at his predicament, never relenting on his poor foot for a second. “Y’know, I’m barely touching you. Are you really this sensitive?”

At that, Bakugou turned bright red. He was so embarrassed, but he still didn’t pull himself away. He just laughed and laughed, squirming and the bed and tugging on his foot with barely any force behind it. It was endearing to observe, Todoroki would have to admit.

Todoroki then used his nails to scribble up into his toes, and Bakugou let out a shriek. He arched his back up off the bed and covered his giggling, blushing face with his hands, his precious giggles now muffled behind his palms.

“Nohoho! Not thehere! C’mohohon- shiHIHIT! NAHAHA! STAHAHA- FUHUHUCK!” Bakugou cackled, his other foot now uselessly kicking at Todoroki’s lap as the dual-haired boy tickled relentlessly at the bases of Bakugou’s toes. He was barely even scratching, really, but Bakugou was a screechy mess, tossing and turning while giggling hysterically.

“You really can’t take much, can you? Look, my fingers are barely moving! You’ve probably woken up the whole hall by now with your screaming, how are you gonna explain yourself?” Todoroki couldn’t help but tease, the blush on Bakugou’s ears was too enticing to not try and make more pink. He was so infatuated by his reactions. He’d only ever seen Bakugou laugh maybe a couple of times, but this was just entirely different. He was so embarrassed but was clearly enjoying himself, and it was so endearing to witness. Todoroki could not help his interest.

“FUHUHCK PLEHEHEASE!” Bakugou pleaded, one hand covering his mouth while the other clutched at his quivering side. Todoroki decided to offer him a break from his toes, but didn’t want to end his torment just yet. To even call it torment had to be falsehood, as he hadn’t even broken away from Todoroki’s hold yet despite being physically stronger than him.

Todoroki moved his fingers away from his toes, instead prompting to scribble his nails lightly at his calloused heel. It kept him giggling, but he was very obviously thankful for the chance to breathe again.

“Have you always liked being tickled?” Todoroki asked bluntly, making Bakugou’s face drop and eyes widen significantly. Todoroki always did have a knack for being extremely straightforward, not exactly caring for social boundaries in the same way the rest of his friends did. It could come in handy sometimes, like now for instance in making Bakugou somehow even more embarrassed than he was when cackling hysterically at having his toes tickled.

“Fucking WHAT?! fuHUHUCK WAHAHAIT!” Bakugou cackled again when Todoroki stuck his fingers right back under Bakugou’s toes. He obviously wasn’t very happy with Bakugou’s answer.

“You know what I mean. You haven’t pulled away or fought me off at all, and don’t say it’s because my quirk feels good, because I deactivated my quirk a while ago,” Todoroki spoke calmly, as if he wasn’t scratching at Bakugou’s toes and making him scream for mercy underneath him.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAY FUHUCK PLEHEHEASE! I’LL TAHAHALK! NO MOHOHORE!” Bakugou barked through his laughs, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he batted at Todoroki’s hands. Todoroki just smiled victoriously, sitting Bakugou’s foot back down in his lap and resting his hands on his own thighs.

He gave Bakugou a second to catch his breath, letting him lay back and stare at the ceiling as he tried to will away that stupid fucking blush that stained his cheeks. When he realized that damned heat on his cheeks wasn’t going away until he talked, he decided he should probably get to talking.

“My parents tickled me a lot as a kid. We played stupid kiddy games with it and shit. I really liked it back then, and I even got into tickle fights with Deku all the time because of it,” he said, linking his fingers over his chest as he talked.

“Midoriya’s ticklish as well?” Todoroki asked, curious at his new discovery. Bakugou’s face lit up, taking his foot off Todoroki’s lap as he quickly sat up and looked at Todoroki with a huge menacing grin.

“You’re damn right he is. Even worse than me. I could always get him saying uncle in less than a minute, it was fucking great,” Bakugou smiled wickedly, before slowly losing the smile as his thoughts started to overtake him again. “But, uh...y’know, we got older so that shit obviously stopped. I didn’t even realize I missed it until Kirishima tickled me a while back at my house. It felt very…” Bakugou paused, looking up at Todoroki with a small, almost sad scowl on his face. “...nostalgic. It felt nostalgic.”

Todoroki nodded, thinking back on his childhood. He tried to remember if there was any point where he was shown tickly affection in the same way Bakugou had been. He knows his mother would give him belly tickles every once and a while, but he was never allowed to play with his siblings, so tickle fights were something he was very new to the concept of. It makes sense that Bakugou would find tickling endearing like he does, as it’s something that was a big part of his childhood.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, y’know. I’m sure many would find it rather...endearing, to see how much you enjoy such playful affection,” Todoroki smiled softly, getting only an eye roll from Bakugou in return.

“Tch, whatever…” Bakugou just pouted, his cheeks pink and ears even pinker. Todoroki wasn’t sure if Bakugou got his message, so he decided to be a little more clear.

“I’m one of the people that finds it endearing, Bakugou. I like that you like being tickled-”

“I FUCKING GOT IT, ICYHOT! OH MY GOD!” Bakugou covered his face with his hands, throwing himself back down on his pillows. A moment of silence passed, but when he felt fingers wrap around his ankle and slowly pull his foot up into a warm lap, he didn’t pull away. In fact, he didn’t move it all. He just let Todoroki do whatever he wanted.

“Your toes seem to be a really big hot spot for you. Is there anywhere else here that tickles just as bad?” Todoroki asked, using one hand to pull back Bakugou’s toes and stretch them out, making the blonde’s breath hitch.

“F-fuck, I’m not telling you that shit,” Bakugou’s voice wobbled, finding it very hard not to clench his foot up and protect his sensitive skin from the attack he knew would be coming.

“Hm, what a shame. Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself, huh?” Todoroki grinned before wiggling his nails into the stretched out skin of Bakugou’s toes. Bakugou went ballistic, screaming and cackling and cursing all while loving every second of his playful agony. He opted for grabbing one of his pillows and clutching onto it tightly, both to muffle his screams and just to have something to hold onto while being tickled close to death.

“Always so loud, Bakugou, in everything you do,” Todoroki chuckled, pushing his knuckles in between Bakugou’s toes to spread them out completely. There was a beat of no tickling, and Bakugou just sat there giggling residually into his pillow, his entire body quivering with anticipation. “Hmm...I can’t help but wonder which toe tickles you the worst. Shall we find out?”

“Nohoho!” Bakugou giggled into his pillow, playfully kicking Todoroki with his other foot. Todoroki raised an eyebrow, his jaw slacking in playful offense.

“Oh you are so in for it now,” he snided, before using just one finger to tickle in the spot right between Bakugou’s two last toes. Bakugou practically wailed into his pillow, throwing himself back and forth and screaming haphazardly.

“PLEHEHEASE! NAHAHA FUHUHUCK OH GAHAHAD! IT TIHIHICKLES! TODOROHOHOKI! FUCK YOHOHOUAHAHA! YOU DIHIHICK! YOU AHAHASS!” Bakugou cursed, tugging at his ticklish foot and kicking with the other. Todoroki just chuckled in glee at the sight, he never thought he’d ever see such a happy Bakugou in his life.

“Does it? Does it tickle? Does it really tickle?” Todoroki teased, while Bakugou just whined through his incessant cackling.

“YEHEHES YOU BASTAHAHARD! IT TICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Bakugou screeched into his pillow as Todoroki traced circles into that torturous little spot, not even able to scrunch up his toes thanks to Todoroki’s knuckles being so conveniently placed between them.

“Poor thing. Better hope no villains find out about this little spot then, huh? You’d spill any information they asked for, wouldn’t you?” Todoroki teased, before giving Bakugou a small “break,” meaning he took his knuckles out of his toes and went back to scribbling his nails along the sole of his sensitive foot. It kept Bakugou in a heap of giggles, but not as hysterical as they were before.

“Nahaha! I wohohould nehever!” Bakugou argued through his giggles, finally taking his face out of his pillow to give Todoroki the smiliest scowl he had ever seen. Todoroki just grinned.

“Oh really? Not even if they get you hereeee,” Todoroki grinned as he slowly walked his fingers up Bakugou’s foot and back up towards his pinky toe again. Bakugou finally gave in with a screech, curling up his foot and cackling into his pillow before Todoroki could even get into the dreaded spot.

“NOHOHO DOHOHON’T! FUHUCK PLEHEASE NOHOHOT THERE AGAHAIN!” Bakugou pleaded into his pillow through cackles, and Todoroki finally relented on Bakugou’s foot with a chuckle. He gave Bakugou’s foot back to his rightful owner, the blonde curling up into a puddle of giggles still hugging his pillow.

Todoroki stood up from Bakugou’s bed and ruffled his hair. “Goodnight, Bakugou. I really hope your foot feels better.” Todoroki smiled as he grabbed his things and walked out the door and into the halls, leaving a giggly Bakugou behind him.

Before that night, Bakugou and Todoroki couldn’t agree that they were friends. It had been an argument among the two of them that quite amused Todoroki, and frankly annoyed Bakugou. But...it was hard for Bakugou to argue against him after that. Maybe they were friends. And...maybe that wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

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A/N : aaa i hope u enjoyed!! i've got a couple other fics im hoping to release soon but i hope this one can hold u guys over until then :) again im so so sorry for my hiatus but i just really needed the break, this account started to feel like a lot for me but i am really excited to be back! and yes, i have seen all the sweet messages you guys have sent in my inbox during my hiatus and yall are just fucking precious ugh tysm for checking in on my so often wtf <33 anyways, hope u guys enjoyed and i cant wait to write more, much love!! <33