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slytherinshua · 5 months ago

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DATING LEEHAN AS SUNGHO'S YOUNGER SISTER !

genre. fluff. headcanons. warnings. this is kind of a mess and disorganized cause i was just writing whatever came to mind ++ most of this is pretty sungho focused im ngl?? cause i wanted to focus on the dynamics and how it would be different from just dating leehan headcanons... pairing. leehan x fem!reader (reader is sungho's younger sister). wc. 966. request. requested by anon: I was wondering if you could do headcanons of what it would be like to be sungho’s younger sibling & you’re dating leehan a/n. this idea is rly cute :( and i wanted to do it earlier i swear and we are gonna pretend like this request isn't literally a year old IM SORRY 😞 bye its literally from last july that's embarrassing 😭 BUT IM GETTING TO IT NOW <3

dating leehan when you're sungho's younger sister would be nerve-wracking as hell at the beginning of the relationship, specifically when you need to break the news to sungho

and more-so for leehan because you honestly don't care if sungho doesn't like that you're dating his friends, but you are a bit worried that it'll be awkward at first

whereas leehan is scared shitless because what if sungho suddenly hates him for it???

but sungho barely even blinks when you announce that leehan is your boyfriend because he knew that you had a crush on his friend and he also knew even more that leehan secretly liked you

he wouldn't have ever pictured you two together at first but once he sees how happy you both are, he's totally supportive of the relationship <3

but he does threaten you to never break up with leehan cause he doesn't want it to be awkward between him and his friend lol

sungho isn't particularly overprotective as a brother unless he needs to be, and then he is very protective of you

you two both have a very playful and close relationship, and more often than not you're just in a constant competition of who can annoy the other the most

and when you start dating leehan, sungho gets a massive upper hand in this game

because he knows your boyfriend better than you do at first, especially when it comes to leehan's habits

because leehan always tries to act as charming as he can in front of you

i mean, he's a boy in love, so of course he's always trying to put his best self forward <3

but it becomes quite hard to do that when sungho starts to randomly drop pieces of info about him just to piss you off lmao

poor leehan is caught in the middle of you two bickering and praying that sungho doesn't expose any awful secret to you or something 😭

another thing that would cause some frustration is trying to have any private time with your boyfriend :(

like i said, sungho doesn't strike me as overprotective but he absolutely will randomly open your door when he knows leehan and you are hanging out solely with the purpose of teasing you

does he get a pillow thrown at his head for this? yes.

is it leehan or you who throws it? who knows...

he also loves to make overdramatic gagging noises and disgusted faces whenever you show even an ounce of pda

even if it’s just hugging, sungho will act like it's the most disgusting thing he's ever seen

kissing is a whole other level like he'll deadass tell you two to get a room 😭

leehan originally thought that sungho must know everything about you given that he's literally your brother

but he's extremely disappointed when he realizes that he far surpasses sungho in y/n-knowledge

leehan picks up on everything about you to the point that sungho is the one asking him things 😭

because when your birthday comes around, leehan has a whole list of possible things to get you and do for you

and sungho doesn't even know what your current obsession is

but something that sungho finds really wholesome about your relationship with leehan from an older brother perspective is how you match his interests :(

you'll absolutely do anything with leehan and engage in all of his obsessions, just like he does with you

and sungho likes watching that happen cause he does truly adore both of you

and he learns to adore both of you together more than separate

he hates when he has to be a bridge between you two whenever you get into an argument though

he'll have to hear both sides of it before deciding which side he's on

because while he'd love to pick your side every time and put family first, he knows that sometimes you get into stupid fights over nothing

and leehan is usually pretty reasonable

when it is actually leehan's fault, sungho is pissed though

and if leehan didn't already feel awful about fighting with you, he now has to hear sungho give him an earful on how he better not make you cry ever again

basically when you are happy and leehan is happy, sungho is happy too

except when he's forced to be a third-wheel, then he's questioning why he ever allowed this relationship to exist

yk that question of like "if you had to introduce your sister to one of the members, who would it be?" yeah sungho had always hated that question

but after months of leehan and you dating, he realizes that it's a lot better that you're dating one of his members than a random guy he's never met

because he knows leehan is a good person and wouldn't play with your heart or treat you badly ever and it makes him really excited that two of the people closest to him are in love :( it's wholesome

i rambled a lot about sungho so let me talk a bit about leehan <3

he always finds it funny when he sees pieces of sungho in you and he always points it out

any mannerism or preference that you have that is similar to sungho's, leehan finds it so interesting!!

he loves to play into sungho's disgust at pda by giving you a kiss whenever he enters the room

or when you steal his hoodie and sungho catches onto it, leehan just wears the biggest most proud smile ever :( he's so in love with you and wants to show you off everywhere he goes

overall dating leehan as sungho's little sister just means a whole lot of extra teasing and your brother being utterly disgusted but secretly endeared at your relationship at every turn

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lxstfathier · 1 year ago

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Dom!William Afton with a breeding kink x an inexperienced and shy F!Reader? Maybe even their first time 🫣

You have no idea how much i love breeding kink, so it was a pleasure to write this, hope you like it! 💗

Innocence

William Afton x Reader

Warnings: blood, breeding kink, loss of virginity, wiliam just killed someone and now he wants to fuck lmao.

As soon as you hear the front door open, you drop whatever you were doing and run all the way there, just to greet your boyfriend with a big hug as you always do.

But tonight is different. When you see William with dried blood all over his hands and his purple shirt, you stop dead in your tracks a few meters away, admiring the horrible scene, not sure of what happened to him. Maybe he had an accident? you don’t know, but it makes you feel really worried.

“Will?” you say his name softly, slowly walking up to him. “Why are you covered in blood? what happened?”.

“I’m fine, bunny, don’t worry about it” he shrugs it off, as if it wasn’t a big deal to be a bloody mess.

“Obviously you’re not fine, you have blood everywhere!”.

You try to touch his stained shirt, but he stops right you before you do it, wrapping his right hand around your wrist.

“It’s not mine” he says, with a deep low voice that makes you feel shivers down your spine. “Now why don’t you stop worrying and give me a little kiss, hm?”

When you look up at him, you can clearly see that something is a bit… odd. His eyes are dilated, leaving little space for his blue irises, small droplets of blood are barely visible on his glasses, and he’s breathing heavy. Something unusual. But you find it strangely hot, so you don’t care, you obey and get on your tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

However, William is not in the mood for a simple innocent kiss. He just took the life of someone less than an hour ago, he can still feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and there’s nothing he craves more than to ruin your innocence and take all of his stress out on you.

So he corners you against the wall, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he puts his knee between your legs, pressing it slightly to your clothed heat.

“You’re gonna be mine tonight” William growls between kisses, more as a declaration than a question, gripping your jaw with his bloody hand, intoxicating all your senses with the intense iron smell. “There’s no escape this time”.

And you would be lying if you said that you don’t feel a little bit of fear. You’ve never been with a man before, you don’t know what to do, and he seems to be out of his mind for some reason. But you try your best to stay calm, just letting it happen, unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands.

William moves his lips from your mouth to your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin while his big hands find its way under your shirt, playing with your soft tits, making you feel butterflies in your lower belly.

“Will” you whimper, not sure of what else to say, but clearly begging for more than just kisses and lingering touches.

“What, bunny?” he asks, pinching your hard nipples. “Want me to fuck you already?”

“Y-Yes. Please.”

When he hears those sweet words come out of your lips, he takes you to the couch, not even bothering in going to the bedroom. So desperate to finally break you and ruin you for any other man, stripping you naked as fast as he can, admiring your beautiful body for a second before pushing you to the comfy sofa.

But you feel exposed, and really nervous, so you close your legs as you lay on your back, too shy to fully reveal yourself to him.

“C’mon, don’t hide now. Let me see that pretty pussy” William says, prying your legs open with his hands, watching with a hungry gaze at you perfectly untouched cunt, all ready for him.

He runs a thumb over your slick folds, and then rubs your clit in fast circular motions, causing you to squirm and whine at the sudden pleasure.

“So fucking wet already” he grunts. “You want this as much as i do, don’t you, bunny?.”

“Mhm” is all you manage to say, too lost in the way he’s touching you so deliciously.

But, when you feel your orgasm start to build up, William stops his movements, taking his hand up to lick his thumb, enjoying the sweet taste of your juices mixed with the innocent blood.

You should feel grossed out, but there’s something in the sickness of it that makes you feel even more aroused, biting your lower lip in anticipation as you see him take off his shirt and unbuckle his belt.

Finally, his cock springs free, and your heart beats faster when you see the size of it. It’s big, way more than you thought, how are you supposed to take that if you can barely take one of your fingers?.

“I- It’s not gonna fit” you say, shaking your head as he lines the pink tip of his cock to your tiny hole.

“I’ll make it fit.”

Without a warning, William starts sliding inside your wet cunt, and you can’t help but whine at the painful stretch, digging your nails into his arms, toughing it out like a good girl.

“So fucking tight” William growls once he’s fully sheathed in your walls, looking down at the bulge he’s creating in your tummy. “You’re taking me so well, fuck-“

He gives you few seconds to adjust to his cock, and then starts thrusting at a slow pace, so deep that you can almost feel him in your guts, making you roll your eyes back in pleasure.

But William can’t hold back anymore, he speeds his movements, soon fucking you at a brutal pace, pounding your tight pussy as if there was no tomorrow, while you just moan and squirm under him.

“You feel so good, bunny” he grunts, hitting that soft spot inside you that has you seeing stars. “This pussy was made for me, fuck-“

You scratch his back, so lost in the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter.

“Cum in me, Will, please” you whine, wanting nothing more than to feel his load inside you.

“Yeah? you want me to fill you up?” He groans, reaching down to play with your clit again. “You want me to breed this little pussy? Get you pregnant just for everyone to see that i ruined your innocence?”

His words, mixed with the fast movements on you bundle of nerves is enough to drive you over te edge, clenching hard around him as you writhe in pure bliss, letting the orgasm flow through every part of your body.

William follows right after you, grunting as he thrusts hard a few times, finally spilling all of his hot cum into your fertile womb, almost crushing you under his weight as he comes down from his high.

After you’re both done, he doesn’t pull out, he stays inside you for a while as you catch your breath, just sharing a tender moment, with your sweaty bodies still intertwined.

“Can’t wait to see you all round with my child” he says, looking down at you with his pretty blue eyes, giving you a soft kiss on the lips as you play with his beard. “You’re gonna be the best mom ever, i know it…”

#william afton smut #william afton x reader #william afton fanfic #fnaf fanfic

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ayylovley · 8 months ago

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Could you do some windbreaker characters with a fem s/o that likes to wear lolita dresses :) you can choose the windbreaker characters I can’t decide they are all so hot ^ - ^

Yess hope you enjoy ✨

𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔵 𝔏𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔰/𝔬

✧.* JayJo

Once he saw you for the first time he’s bug-eyed and curious. Normally your style isn’t common so you stand out a lot. Some people around you compliment you and ask where you got your outfits. Others are annoying and mean and want to make fun of you and sometimes it’s very subtle. But Jay is very observant and can see the talking shit behind your back, and he’s not going to have any of it. Even if he doesn’t know you that well your style grabbed his attention, so little by little he’ll start talking to you. Being one of the people that compliment you but something was different with him, his smile was warmer and his body language exposed slight interest. Whatever you wear is his excuse to talk to you, for example if you’re holding an umbrella on a nice day he wants to talk about your outfit and then ends up asking more questions.

Conversations become about what type of music you guys like, what artists, recommendations, anything you recommend he will listen to it once he’s at home while he’s studying. But he can barely concentrate because you’re on his mind constantly. The music turns into eventually exchanging phone numbers to talk more, Jay is trying to stay friends for very long though because a month later he asked you out. Now that you guys are dating anything you wear he loves, even looking up the Lolita style online to search for dresses and accessories and send you pictures of them ‘Do you like this?’ ‘This reminds me of you.’ ‘I think you’d look good in this one’

He’s more protective of you because ain’t no way he’s gonna let anyone make fun of you now. Warnings and threats can turn into physical fights because people are so petty. He teaches them a lesson though, and he’s extra romantic with you afterwards. He admires your confidence and how you embrace yourself he doesn’t want that to end. A confidence booster, for sure. He’s your biggest fan, probably wants to take pictures of you a lot. Even if he doesn’t show it, trust me he’s obsessed with you and wants to be around you every second of every day

(That was long idk what happened just brain meats poured scenarios out of my head)

✧.* Vinny Hong

(This got a bit angsty)

Ok Vinny isn’t going to be as… responsive to how he likes your style, but he still thinks it’s really cool. If you’re dating him since he’s poor he’ll feel guilt for not being able to afford to buy you more outfits but at least he can afford flowers that match the color of what you’re wearing that day on a date. Whatever he can’t afford, he comes up with a plan to give whatever he has. He acts cold but he genuinely cares about you and wouldn’t want to lose you for the world. If you’re still dating him when he’s rich that’s when he’ll spoil you. He doesn’t expect anything back he just wants you to be happy.

You won’t be able to see Vinny as much due to crew business, but once he makes time for you he doesn’t want to leave you. These times are actually the hardest because if he’s going through it he will want to hold you. No need for words when you finally see each other he just wants to be in your arms again. And once he has to leave again he is even worse than before, your smiles just give him peace and comfort again and he needs that more than ever.

✧.* Dom Kang

Dom is simping… you’re a goddess to him that whenever he sees you he gets flustered and embarrasses himself a little. He’s not shy about showing how much he loves you, random kisses, hugs from behind, lots of compliments. He likes to brag and show you off (didn’t mean to reference the Doja Cat song lmao) But seriously he does… Especially when you’re rooting for him during the tournaments and he wins. He’s proud of himself and especially when you shower him with praises and hugs. Watch him melt and turn into a puddle.

✧.* Shelly Scott

One of the most romantic characters and your biggest supporter. If you don’t pull the strings she does and a lot of the times being the flirty one. You got her attention with your stand outish style like Jay. She genuinely wanted to be your friend at first, but she fell first and she fell hard. You fell hard too from how her charismatic personality and caring so much was pulling you in. It’ll take a little longer to confess to each other because you both assume you might not be into girls. But with little hints from Shelly, it started with subtle flirting comments like “If you were my girlfriend I’d spoil you.”

Finally she got the courage for just one date and see how it goes. Pretty much by the second date you’re official. She’s a bit clingy but that’s just her way of showing that she loves you. When she was training hard twitch her dad to help Humming Bird unfortunately she couldn’t reach out to you much but would send occasional texts like ‘😚’ or the cutesy love gifs

✧.* Wooin Yoo

Wooin might fun of you… Especially when he met you, but in his head he thinks he looks good and he can think it’s pretty hot that you don’t care what people think. And just like Dom, I feel like he enjoys when you watch him during his races. But compared to Dom, Wooin is kissing his own ass, “did you see how awesome I am, babe?” So you’d probably be mostly quiet until he’s done talking about himself or notices that you’re not saying anything to hype him up and comments on it

If someone made fun of you that’s when his limit comes because only he can make fun of you. He doesn’t care who it is even if his crew were to make fun of you. Though that wouldn’t really happen because 1. They know Wooin would be pissed 2. They actually don’t care how you dress. Surprisingly when you spend more time with The Sabbath Crew they aren’t as mean as you thought. Well, compared to your own boyfriend. But really when it comes to Wooin he is on high alert when you’re out with him making sure no one is looking at you the wrong way

✧.* Joker

Joker is the quiet type. But he’ll make up with it with physical touch and kisses. Just like Wooin he can’t stand it when people talk shit. Except Wooin doesn’t get into fights unless he’s provoked to, Joker on the other hand is violent. So he isn’t giving any warnings he’s giving a punch to a face. If you tell him that you don’t like when he gets into fights he will just not do it in front of you

On the cutesy side of things you met his brother and he thought you were cool. And his new puppy might finally have a babysitter while he’s in tournaments if you’re ok with it. If not he can just take the puppy with him like usual. Now he has someone to gush over animals with.

#sorry dom’s was so short I was struggling to think of anything besides he’s just a sweetheart #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker

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onboardsorasora · 1 year ago

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Another 'idk what this is' post lmao. But my attempt at girl!Dan

Daniel entered the event, ducking her head a little to let her curls— that were more defined and perfect looking— cover her face a little. She was a little uncomfortable, but Blake and the stylist from their new main sponsor said she looked good.

This wasn’t the sort of outfit she normally went for, the flared pants were different to her usual (ripped) skinny jeans, but they cupped her ass and thighs in a very flattering way. The top was definitely nothing she had in her closet, it was slinky and metallic and exposed her entire back— which was a work of art thanks to her years of work and effort.

Christian, the man of the hour, was the first to see her and his eyes widened in surprise was enough to tell her that this deviation from her usual outfits was ‘radical’ indeed.

“Daniel. Wow.” Daniel smiled in embarrassment. She didn't surprise Christian often, in fact she last time she surprised him was in 2014 when she beat Seb. And maybe in 2018 when she signed for Renault. But that was different.

“Happy Birthday Boss!” Daniel grinned, clinging to Geri when she came over to hug her as well. Geri’s hand on her bare back felt odd but not as weird as she anticipated.

“Is this Hugo?” Geri asked, figuring the tiny eyelets that made up her top. Daniel nodded, she was head to toe in the former Alpha Tauri’s new sponsor. All her jewelry to her shoes. Even her underwear– including the nipple pasties.

“Yeah, Kelly the stylist came prepared.” Daniel joked. She knew Yuki was wandering around somewhere, he'd been marginally easier to dress and Daniel had many moments tonight where she wished she hadn't grown out her hair.

“Have you seen Max?” Christian asked, his voice was odd, maybe.

“No, I just walked in actually. Haven't even had a drink yet.”

“Of course, of course.” Christian nodded before encouraging her to chat with the executives around, all the important people invited to Christian’s 50th in Vegas. The race was in a few days, Daniel hoped she could stay the minimum amount of time and go.

She'd spent a little time talking to some new Alpha Tauri– Hugo Boss executives before she wandered to the bar. She leaned forward on her elbows, swiping her loose curls over one shoulder.

“hi, can I get you a drink?” A familiar voice sounded from her right and Daniel tucked her head on her palm and smiled over at her friend and former teammate.

“It's an open bar mate. Does that actually work on women?” She grinned at Max who took a moment to piece her voice with the person he was looking at. If she thought Christian’s surprise was impressive, Max's was almost a religious experience.

“Daniel? Wow– I didn't recognize you.” Max gushed, eyes wide. He was blushing, and Daniel fought hers to continue to tease him.

“So about this open bar, I'd love a tequila.” Daniel grinned at him, she could feel the gloss on her lips when she smiled widely. She hoped her eyes weren't completely hidden by her new lashes.

Max looked... Well she'd never seen him look [at her] like this before. He kept looking her up and down; like he was seeing her for the first time, like he didn't recognize her.

A bartender came over at Max's wave as if they knew that he specifically wasn't to be left waiting. Daniel wondered if her own picture was taped up at the back of the bar but they didn't recognize her with her new look. It didn't matter because Max ordered exactly what she wanted, down to the brand of tequila she preferred and how she liked her glass prepared. She didn't realize he paid this close attention.

Max handed her the drink, his fingers lingering on hers for a beat longer than normal. Daniel smiled at him in thanks, determined not to think too deep into it. It was Max– nothing was happening.

Max smiled his crinkley eyed smile at her as if she'd said something funny– she hadn't. Then led her away from the bar with a hand to the small of her back.

It felt…different than when Geri did it. Geri's fingers mainly did the touching, Max's palm was pressed into her skin, branding her like a tattoo. It's apt because her back was the only place she hadn't yet covered in ink.

Max was talking to her, but she couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. Hyper aware of his skin against hers. It wasn't like it was the first time he's led her around with a proprietary hand, in fact it was pretty normal. But she'd never… she'd never noticed it until now. Not until it was skin against skin. It was harder to hide when there were no clothes to hide behind.

“Daniel, are you paying attention?” Max's voice broke her thoughts and she sipped her drink for something to do.

“Sorry Maxy, got a bit distracted there.” She bit her lip, letting it go quickly at the taste of lipgloss. She truly wasn't used to it. She looked at Max through her new lashes– his gaze was on her lips.

“I, of course, understand.” He murmured, it sounded as if he didn't even realize he was talking. “Daniel I–”

“Ricciardo Daniel, as I live and breathe. Is that you?” George interrupted and Daniel had never before now wished George could disappear so she could hear what Max had been going to say. He had shaken his head as if to clear his thoughts and taken a sip of his gin tonic.

Daniel smiled at George, wildly wondering if she imagined the twitch of Max's hand on her back.

“Russel George! it is I, I am me!” She chuckled and glanced over at Max to see he'd adopted his resting ‘go away’ face. Daniel was starting to feel lightheaded.

Part 2

#very meandering. no clue where i was going with this honestly. i could have stopped it a few paragraphs earlier maybe #maxiel #girl!daniel #max/daniel #rule 63

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hippolotamus · 8 months ago

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Thirsty Fuck it Friday 🪩

Tagged by @tizniz for Thirsty Thursday and @daffi-990 for Fuck it Friday. And let me just say... go read their snippets if you haven't because 🔥🔥🔥

okay! so, two tag days, two snippets... right? a little Buddie here, a little Lutalia there. bon appetit!

from debatably (i use that so loosely lmao) sfw watch my shattered edges glisten:

Whatever Eddie thought he was going to see tonight– this was not it. He was prepared for flowing, graceful, and ethereal. For simultaneously muted and vibrant blending together in what could almost be described as an erotic ballet. This, however– it’s loud and bold. Like being thrust into the daylight after years of darkness, or an endless storm, sending the shadows scattering. Arsen steps out to music that begins with roughly ten seconds of synthesized horns before melting into an intense beat. He’s forgone his usual long sleeved mesh tee, wearing only a black chest harness on top. Even that’s slightly different, using a shiny patent leather instead of a matte finish. It hugs his muscles perfectly, with horizontal straps encasing his pecs and a singular vertical strap down the middle that disappears under matching booty shorts that showcase his thick thighs. Normally, Arsen seems to tease at whatever’s hiding beneath his clothes. Just enough of an outline to make Eddie wonder. Tonight there is no hinting. There’s an obvious bulge under the skin tight attire, further highlighted by the way he drags his palms up his quads and deliberately frames it with his fingers. Like he’s showing off. Strutting around like a peacock looking to prove he’s the best mate.

Buck’s music 😏

And some definitely nsfw untitled Lutalia (they are strangers at this point and Lucy hasn't given up her name):

Her right hand slips over Nat’s abdomen, past the hem of her dress until she’s grazing Nat’s inner thigh. A torturous barely there touch that sets her alight. Fuck. How did she let herself go so long without this? How did she get so lost in the business of people dying that she denied herself the chance to live? Nat lets out a breathy whine, already just this side of desperate. The woman nibbles her ear, chuckling darkly. “Impatient, are we?” “Y-yeah. Yes.” Corset moans, somehow holding Nat closer. “Goddamn, what a fucking dream you are. Bet you’re all wet for me, too, aren’t you?” Nat knows she is, can feel the slickness between her legs. All she’s able to manage is a nod in response. Corset hums appreciatively, tracing an invisible path up, up, up. The prospect of relief is so near, Nat buzzes with excitement, eagerly anticipating the moment she’ll finally be touched the way she wants. Short nails scrape along her skin, toying with the seam of her underwear. She’s never been more grateful for being low on clean laundry and being forced to choose a thong tonight. Except Corset pulls away then and Nat whines. A high pitched undignified thing that should leave her drowning in shame if she wasn’t so turned on. “Don’t you worry. You’re getting what’s coming to you. Just gonna make a few adjustments first.” Corset deftly unzips the back of Nat’s dress, allowing the front to drop, exposing her breasts. Sleek leather and ribbon presses into her spine while Corset grins salaciously, rolling each nipple between her fingers. Corset’s other hand brushes over her swollen, sensitive clit through damp lacy fabric. Nat meets her eyes in the mirror, pleading for more. “Christ, just look at yourself, baby. Look how beautiful you are for me.” Nat does and fuck. She looks as debauched as she feels. Tits out and makeup smeared, letting a complete stranger be in control of her pleasure.

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#buck knows *exactly* what he's doing #he's totally showing off #eddie just doesn't realize who it's for yet #fic: watch my shattered edges glisten #untitled lutalia fic #buddie wip #lutalia wip #hippo writes #thirsty thursday #fuck it friday #Spotify

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solargeist · 1 year ago

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what happened when Pogbur finally wore a dress for the first time after coming to terms with her gender 🙌

AH this is cute. Um. I’m not sure specifics… But happy I imagine?

The feelings started bc of the trench coat, she wasn’t sure why, but liked how her figured looked in it. It was gender euphoria.

She never really had time to think about it, or access to clothes. But in an AU, or something, where she has time to think and get clothes… It’d be somewhat intimidating !! Her clothes are usually dirty and ripped up, so trying on a nice dress is a bit nerve wrecking, especially if the dress is FOR something !! She’d be happy though, carefully feeling the soft fabric, looking at how it hugs her waist, it flows right above her knees—tbh I think she’d wear jeans under it bc bare legs feel too exposing, when you’re not used to skirts and dresses you really feel like you’re going to flash everyone!! She needs some leggings ahA

The trench coat is probably still on too lmao, Pog strikes me as the type to dress very modestly, that coat never comes off, ever!

#Ask #I am bad at wording myself I feel like I did not answer this right 😭#pogbur #sketching #my art #idk what to say. She’d b Happy.

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milfswriter · 2 years ago

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hear me out... vampire rhea au smut

Y’all are thirsty asf💀

Bite Me

Vampire!Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: Rhea comes home without feeding, you help her get her appetite straight.

Notes and warnings: smut, vampires (obviously), blood-drinking, fingering, strap-on, soft Rhea (couldn't help myself lmao).

You were getting ready for bed late at night when you heard a swoosh of air on your balcony. You turned to see non-other than your girlfriend, Rhea standing there with a smirk on her face. You let out a loud gasp, hand on your heart.

"God damn it, Rhea! I told you not to scare me like that!" You scolded, breathing heavily as the smirk on the vampire's face grew. She walked into your room, closing the sliding door with a thud.

"How did you even get up there? you can't fly, can you?" you continued to ramble about her scaring you every time she came back from feeding in the woods and pushed her away as she tried to hug you.

"What?" she let out a chuckle, "okay, I'm sorry..won't scare you again" she lifted her hands in the air in surrender before wrapping them around your waist, a soft look on her face. You let her hug you this time, sighing as your heart still thumped against your chest.

She must have caught this due to her enhanced hearing. "you still scared, love?" her hand was buried into your hair with her forehead against yours, eyes boring into your soul.

You shook your head, tilting your head to join your lips and sighing into the kiss before pulling away, entirely forgetting she went out to feed, it's completely unsanitary.

"D..Did you feed at all? you..taste fine" you wiped at your mouth to see if there was any sign of blood and she shrugged.

"I don't know, I..I didn't feel like it" you nodded, pulling her into you again and resuming your past actions.

Your tongue licked at her lips, begging for entrance and for once she let you. She pushed you on your bed, hands wandering all over your body as your tongues fought for dominance.

You were trying not to nick your tongue with her fangs and she took the chance to take control of the kiss. Her groin made contact with your thigh, eliciting a muffled moan from you as you felt her bulge. Of course she was packing, she never comes unprepared.

She gripped the end of your shirt with both hands before ripping it from the middle, exposing your bare tits to her. "And there goes my favorite shirt" you whined, slapping her shoulder as she leaned down to take a nipple into her mouth while squeezing the other, you didn't know if you could keep up with her strength tonight. She was much rougher in bed when she doesn't feed prior.

"I'll buy you ten other shirts if you stop complaining" she promised as you let out a moan, her tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple.

you wrapped your arms around her to hold her cold body closer to your warm one. She moved her hands down your bodies to take both of your pants off, revealing the also black strap she's been packing for god knows how long.

Rhea stops what she's doing to look at you, sitting up on your elbows as you stared at her squeezing lube onto the toy, rubbing the excess of it onto your pussy, fingers entering you to make sure you were properly lubed up. You closed your eyes with a moan, clenching around her thick digits before she took them out, wiping them on your inner thigh.

She pulled your legs to the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss you hard. "you'll be the death of me" she growled, her canines pressing on her bottom lip.

"I thought you were already dead" she gave you a disappointed look at the grin you were failing to hide, her hands on either side of you, holding herself up.

"Then you'll be the life of me" you couldn't have blushed harder in a million years. You pulled her shirt up, taking it off her and pulling her face down to kiss you hard.

“Fuck, Rhea” you moaned, head thrown back as she entered you. You knew she didn't want to hurt you, but you wanted more, Needed more.

You let out a whine as you wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper into you. She looked down at you, "such a good little mortal for me, aren't you?" she smirked, her voice raspy. You nodded, unable to form words.

you pulled her head into your neck as she kissed and sucked on it. Her fangs making brief contact with your skin somehow made your orgasm approach even quicker. You felt her holding back, her breath ragged. Your fingers pulled at her hair before bringing her ear next to your mouth

“Bite me, Rhea” you whispered and her thrusts faltered, shaking her head in your neck. “please..please Rhea, bite me. Feed on my blood" black veins appeared on her face, her eyes darkening as her fangs grew even longer in an attempt to scare you off doing this to her.

You gulped as you adjusted yourself to what she likes to call her 'feeding face'. You've only seen it once before when you accidentally cut your finger while cutting tomatoes for dinner. "you can lick it off the cutting board if you want" "Fuck you, I'm not a dog".

You pulled her head further into your pulse point, "I said..Bite. Me" your voice turned cold. Why were you doing this to her?

"D..Don't start something you can't finish, darling" she groaned, your waist definitely bruising due to her strong grip to control herself.

She bottomed out into you at this point as you two basically argued, you didn't want her to desiccate and she didn't want to hurt you.

She finally gave in as you bared your neck for her. "Tell me to stop, and I will.." she assured and you hummed, nodding. She held your jaw in place as she fucked you harder.

You felt her fangs prick your pulse point, her lips sucking on your neck with a hum of satisfaction you never heard from her caused your orgasm to wash over you with a guttural groan.

You started feeling lightheaded when she already stopped, looking at you with a shocked expression. Did you just come from her feeding on you?.

She looked...hot. Your blood covered her chin as leaned down to lick the drops of blood that were still coming out. "You taste amazing..Does it hurt?" she looked concerned, even guilty for giving in to your pleading.

You shook your head, "At first..but I'm fine. Promise" she took the strap out of you with a nod.

"Stay here..gonna get you bandages. Hold this on your neck" she gave you your shirt that she ripped, she's got nerve.

A/N

This woman can do anything she wants to me.

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 2 days ago

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hihi! So a thing you could do for the "daughter" fic is like maybe Clancy let the reader have his jacket (In a platonic way) and Torchbearer cant help but get jealous and acts a little different around Clancy? I KNOW ITS A BIT CRINGE AND STUFF BUT.... TRUST.

Daughter Part 4 - Torchbearer + Clancy + Nico!Daughter

Warnings: Swearing and angst

Word Count: 4000+ lmao

PART 1 + PART 2 + PART 3

We had been walking for hours, the unforgiving winds of Trench scraping against our skin like sandpaper. The wreckage of the car we’d left behind was now miles in the distance, a smoldering, twisted reminder of the chaos that had driven us into this cold, barren wasteland. Clancy had barely spoken, even quieter than usual. His eyes stayed fixed on the rugged path ahead, his expression hard, purposeful, as though he were guided by some internal compass that only he could see. It was clear he intended to get us to wherever it was we needed to be before the sun set, and as I struggled to match his determined pace, I wondered if he even noticed the sharp bite of the wind or the fatigue weighing down on my own steps.

Trench was colder than I had ever imagined it would be, colder than I was prepared for. The smog and heat trapped in the sprawling streets of Dema had created a kind of suffocating warmth that I’d grown used to, but here, there was nothing to shield us from the elements. The air was raw and thin, and every breath felt like it was tearing at my lungs. I trailed behind Clancy, half-stumbling over loose rocks, struggling to keep up with his long strides while hugging myself to preserve what little warmth I had left.

“Are you going to tell me why you swerved the car or not?” I called out, stepping over a jagged rock that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, another unwelcome obstacle in this unforgiving terrain.

Clancy’s expression didn’t change, his face as sharp and unreadable as the cliffs around us. “You wouldn’t understand, Y/N,” he replied, his tone as crisp and cold as the wind whipping past us. “I haven’t explained it to you yet, and I don’t intend to until we get to where we need to be.” His words landed like stones, unyielding and final, and I bit back the urge to press him further, realizing I’d get nothing out of him, at least not yet.

With each step, the chill seemed to sink deeper into my bones, and my thin clothing did little to stave it off. Clancy, of course, had remembered to bring a thick jacket, its collar pulled up to shield his neck from the wind. I caught myself staring at it, envious of its warmth, wishing desperately that I’d thought to bring one of my own. The goosebumps on my arms prickled painfully, and I finally gave in to the question that had been clawing at the back of my mind for hours.

“How much longer till we get there?” My voice wavered, the question tumbling out with an edge of desperation that surprised even me.

“Shouldn’t be too much longer,” he replied, his tone softening, if only slightly. “I’ve contacted some people out here. If they got the message, they’ll find us soon.” His eyes scanned the rocky cliffs and jagged slopes surrounding us, as though searching for a sign. Suddenly, he halted mid-step, turning to look back at me, his face showing the first hint of weariness I’d seen all day.

“Here.” He took off his jacket without another word, holding it out to me.

“What?” I blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected offer. My brows furrowed, searching his face for an explanation.

“Take it,” he insisted, shoving the jacket closer, his voice edged with a rare gentleness. “You look freezing.”

Before I could argue, I accepted the jacket, slipping it over my shoulders. It was still warm, holding the fading heat from his body, and the scent of him, faint but familiar, made me feel a little less exposed to the relentless elements. I pulled the zipper up and let out a sigh, grateful beyond words for the small comfort.

“Thanks,” I managed, feeling oddly comforted by the weight of the jacket around me.

Clancy nodded in that silent, reserved way of his, his gaze drifting back toward the distant horizon. We stood side by side in the biting cold, the vast cliffs of Trench looming around us, jagged and imposing. The wind roared through the crags and crevices, unrelenting, as if it had a mind of its own, determined to break us down or blow us off course. But with Clancy's jacket wrapped around me, still warm from his body heat, and with him beside me, the fierce chill seemed more manageable. For a fleeting moment, I felt a strange sense of comfort, as if somehow we could keep each other safe from whatever lay ahead.

After a few more minutes of trudging along the harsh landscape, we eventually found ourselves in the mouth of a large cavern. Towering rock walls rose up around us, their dark, sheer faces disappearing into the sky. It was a place that should have felt safe, an enclosure in the wild, but an unfamiliar uneasiness settled into my stomach. I was used to feeling on edge in Dema, where every corner could hold eyes watching, waiting to drag me back, but Trench had always been my escape, a sanctuary. Yet standing here, surrounded by those towering cliffs and shadows deeper than the darkest nights, I felt a dread that I couldn’t shake.

Clancy’s eyes darted upward suddenly, narrowing as he spotted something—or someone—above us. I followed his gaze and saw a figure standing on the ledge of the cliff, shrouded in navy green, watching us in silence. My stomach twisted, and I forced myself to hold my ground, though every instinct urged me to turn back. Clancy, on the other hand, seemed almost relieved. He exhaled, flashing a small smile that looked out of place against the tension filling the air.

“They’ve found us,” he murmured, sounding almost reassured.

But I wasn’t so certain. My eyes scanned the ledges around us, where more figures began to appear, dozens of them, gathering silently like shadows come to life. They stood along the cliff’s edges, heads turned toward us, their faces obscured by the dying light. My pulse quickened, and an icy tendril of fear wrapped itself around my spine. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

“Clancy,” I whispered, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket nervously, “this is a bad idea. I don’t like this. We shouldn’t be here.”

Clancy’s brows drew together slightly, but he kept walking forward, his voice calm, almost too calm. “It’s okay, Y/N. I trust them. They know who I am.”

I wanted to scream at him to stop, to turn around and run, but he moved ahead, his eyes focused on the shadowed figures above us. I lingered behind, feeling the air grow heavier with each step. My chest tightened as the reality of our situation sank in. The walls of the cavern seemed to inch closer, trapping us within the narrowing space, making it harder to breathe. I was sure that if we didn’t leave now, we wouldn’t get another chance.

“No, Clancy—stop. Please,” I urged, my voice more desperate than I intended. “Something isn’t right.”

He paused, only for a moment, glancing back at me with mild confusion, but I could see the allure of those silent figures tugging him forward. His face softened in a way I hadn’t seen before, as though he were already too far gone, trusting these strangers more than his own instincts, more than the fear radiating from me. His attention snapped back to the figures, and without another word, he pressed forward, oblivious to the danger that seemed to close in around us.

I was about to call out to him again when a flicker of movement caught my eye from behind. A figure approached, mounted on a pale, almost spectral horse, its coat shimmering with an unnatural brightness that seemed to absorb the dim light around us. My heart stopped. I knew exactly what this meant—the white horse, the symbol of something sinister, something that had haunted my dreams and nightmares alike. This was no ally.

“Clancy,” I whispered urgently, fear making my voice quiver. He looked back at me, confused, his eyes searching mine as if he hadn’t yet sensed the doom I felt tightening around us. “We need to run. Now.”

Recognition dawned in his eyes as he glanced over my shoulder, his face paling. He saw what I saw. And finally, he understood.

Without waiting, Clancy took off, his legs carrying him quickly down the narrow path that led out of the cavern. My own legs trembled as I pushed myself to follow, each step feeling heavier than the last. The sound of hooves echoed behind us, their thundering rhythm relentless, gaining on us with terrifying speed. I knew who was coming—Nico. I knew how fast he was, how quick he’d be to catch on to our whereabouts. He was as relentless as my own father, and I knew from experience that we wouldn’t escape him easily.

The cavern walls blurred as I ran, every breath sharp and shallow, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I could feel the weight of the figures on the cliffs above, their eyes following us, tracking our every move. The thundering hooves grew louder, and I pushed myself harder, praying that somehow, against all odds, we could outrun the one thing I had always feared would find me.

In the distance, Clancy turned to see if I was keeping up, his face a mask of worry and determination. But as he looked over his shoulder, I saw his expression shift, his eyes widening in a mixture of fear and realization. It was the look of someone who finally understood just how close we were to the end.

I kept running, the weight on my chest pressing harder and harder as I pushed through the pain rushing through my legs. Except Clancy fell. He tripped. The horse was gaining on us and I was faced with a life or death option. Keep running and save myself, or help Clancy and risk becoming a glorious gone. I didn’t have much of an option.

Reaching out my hand to him, he grabbed it firmly and stood up with just enough time for us to make it before the petals started to fall. Yellow. Fucking yellow. The last thing I wanted was his help. The horse bucked as my father cloaked in red waved his arms around in an effort to keep his balance. They stopped for a minute, looking around at the array of color. I knew what yellow looked like. Or what it was supposed to look like. To me it looked like a very specific shade of gray, not too dark but not too light either and fuzzy, grainy like static on an old television. It was an ugly gift that came with being the daughter of a bishop–the head bishop. Nico pulled on the reins, turning around and heading back home. But I knew he’d be back. One way or another.

I turned to Clancy whose breath was loud as he clutched his chest. “God, that was insane. Look at that, it’s so beautiful. Who knew yellow was so beautiful, we never get to see it in Dema,” he chimed, his eyes full of wonder. “The color of freedom. Right? Y/N?”

“I can’t see yellow, Clancy,” I muttered, his description hitting a nerve I didn’t know I had. “Let's just get to the camp please.” I took a step in the direction I knew we were headed, not looking behind me.

“Wait, Y/N!” He called after me, but I ignored him. It didn’t matter.

I kept walking, my heart still pounding in my chest, each beat hammering against the memory of my father’s face as he turned and rode away. I knew he hadn’t given up; he was just waiting. Nico always waited—patient, deliberate, as if he could bide his time forever to tighten his grip around me. The color he’d left behind hung in the air like a warning, bright for everyone else but a grainy gray void to me. Yellow, the supposed color of freedom, meant nothing more to me than another reminder of my father’s control, of the boundaries that my very blood had drawn around my life.

Clancy caught up to me, his footsteps crunching on the scattered rocks that littered the path. He was still out of breath, and though I kept my eyes trained on the ground ahead, I could feel his gaze boring into me, as if he could pry the answer out of me just by looking.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice an uneasy mix of caution and curiosity, “I didn’t know... about the yellow. I thought...”

I clenched my jaw, my shoulders tightening against the words I could feel building in his throat. I didn’t want his pity, didn’t want the awe or wonder he saw in this color to touch the gray emptiness that it was to me.

“Just forget it,” I muttered. “You don’t have to understand. You couldn’t.”

The tension between Clancy and me hung heavy in the air as we trudged further into the cavern. He wasn’t wrong about yellow—he couldn’t know that I couldn’t see it the way he did, that to me, it wasn’t some glorious symbol of freedom but a fuzzy, indistinct shade of gray. But I wasn’t about to argue about it any longer. His insistence on calling it beautiful had stung, a reminder of everything I couldn’t escape: my past, my father, the weight of my lineage. The confusion on his face when I told him I didn’t see yellow, his childish misunderstanding, made my chest ache.

And so, we walked in silence, each of us buried in our thoughts, the distance between us widening despite our proximity. By the time we reached the mouth of the Bandito camp, I was almost relieved, eager for anything that might take my mind off the chaos inside.

The camp came into view as we neared a high ridge overlooking the valley below. It was small, but the fires were burning hot, and the figures gathered around them were indistinct, shadows shifting in the flickering light. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. It looked like a shadow of the place I called home.

Clancy led the way through the rough terrain, guiding us past makeshift tents and craggy structures built from scrap metal. My eyes swept the area, restless, constantly alert—and then I saw him. The Torchbearer.

I froze.

His back was turned, but as soon as I saw him, a sick twist gripped my stomach. Every muscle in my body went taut. He stood near the largest fire, his posture rigid, hands resting on the hilt of his weapon, as though anticipating danger from every angle. It wasn’t until Clancy stepped forward and called out to him that he turned.

“Clancy,” the Torchbearer greeted, his voice deep, steady, with a faint trace of relief. But the sharp flicker in his eyes—cautious, calculating—told me this reunion wouldn’t go as smoothly as Clancy hoped.

“Torchbearer,” Clancy replied, his voice warm. “It’s good to see you. We made it.”

But the Torchbearer’s gaze flicked from Clancy to me, and the warmth in his expression instantly evaporated. His jaw clenched, and for a long, suffocating moment, he said nothing.

“I wasn’t aware there was a ‘we.’ I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he said, his voice quiet but heavy, his eyes locked on mine.

I swallowed hard, feeling the air thicken with unspoken words. The silence stretched, suffocating.

“Ash,” the Torchbearer said again, his tone colder than I remembered. There was an accusation in his voice. “I’d say it’s good to see you, but—”

My heart twisted painfully, and memories of the past surged like a tidal wave. The last time I’d seen Josh—Torchbearer, as they called him—he’d walked away from me. Left me behind in Dema when everything fell apart. After I’d finally let my guard down, after I had finally trusted him, he found out who I really was and couldn’t get away fast enough. I had never felt more abandoned.

“You—” His voice cracked, but he quickly composed himself. “You didn’t tell me, Y/N. You didn’t tell any of us. I trusted you.”

I flinched at the sharpness of his words, my chest tightening.

“I never wanted you to trust me because of that,” I whispered, my voice thin, strained.

“Then why didn’t you tell me the truth? Why didn’t you—”

“I was afraid!” I snapped, louder than I meant to. “I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want to lose all of this. I thought maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t matter. But it did, didn’t it?”

His expression faltered, something dark shadowing his face. The tension between us crackled.

“It mattered more than you think. You can’t just hide your past, Ash. You can’t be part of this rebellion when you’re connected to the people we’re fighting.”

His words hit harder than I was ready for. My pulse hammered in my ears, and for a moment, I was back in Dema, standing alone after he’d walked away, unable to understand why I couldn’t let go of someone who had never really understood me at all.

“I thought you were better than that,” the Torchbearer murmured, his voice quieter now, almost a confession. He shook his head as if trying to shake off something heavy.

“I didn’t want you to be a part of it,” I shot back, the pain in my voice raw. “You think I chose this life? You think I wanted to be his daughter? I left. I had no choice but to leave. But you… you didn’t care enough to even ask. You just left me behind.”

The words spilled out before I could stop them, and immediately, I regretted them. But it was too late. The damage was done.

The Torchbearer’s face fell, his eyes darkening. “I don’t know what you want from me. You want me to forgive you for what you hid from me? You want me to forget what you are?”

The wind whipped through the camp, and for a moment, I thought I might suffocate under the suffocating weight of the silence that followed.

Clancy’s voice broke through the stillness, uneasy but firm as he stepped forward, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Sorry, ‘Ash’?”

I turned to him with a sigh, explaining quietly, “I never told him my real name. Ash was an alias. Just like Torchbearer is his.”

“Wait, what?” Clancy blinked, still confused. “I don’t understand what the issue is here. She’s here, helping us fight against Dema, and you—” He stopped, trying to find the right words, clearly stunned by the venom in the Torchbearer’s tone. “You’re treating her like she’s an enemy.”

The Torchbearer’s eyes flashed with bitterness, but his voice was calm when he responded. “You don’t understand, Clancy. This isn’t just a misunderstanding. You have no idea who she really is.”

“I know exactly who she is,” Clancy said firmly, his voice rising, now laced with a protective impulse. “She’s one of us. She’s Y/N. And she’s been with us, helping every step of the way. You—” He stopped himself, his tone shifting, frustration creeping in. “You left her. You abandoned her.”

I felt the tension mounting between the two men, the air thick with the unresolved hurt. I wanted to speak, to explain, to clear the air, but the words stuck in my throat, heavy and painful. They were still fighting over me, still locked in the same struggle, a fight that had never truly ended. Clancy didn’t know the full depth of what had transpired between the Torchbearer and me, or the scars it had left behind.

The Torchbearer’s gaze flickered between me and Clancy, his expression hardening as the seconds ticked by. “You really think she’s ‘one of us,’ Clancy?”

Clancy stood tall, muscles tensed, but unwavering. “She’s been nothing but loyal to this cause. She’s done more for me than you ever have since you left her in Dema.”

Silence followed, heavy and undeniable. Clancy’s words hung in the air, carrying the weight of a truth neither of them seemed willing to fully acknowledge. His eyes were resolute, unwavering in their belief in me. Even now, despite everything, he stood by me—not as Dema’s daughter, but as someone who had proven herself.

But the Torchbearer wasn’t backing down. His eyes darkened further, and something flickered—guilt, regret, or maybe jealousy. Maybe it was the way Clancy stood so close to me, the way he defended me.

“I didn’t abandon her,” he bit out, his voice suddenly cold, cutting—but the words were as much for himself as they were for Clancy.

The words hit harder than I expected, though they weren’t directed at me. They still felt like a slap. I wanted to shout, to tell him I didn’t need his forgiveness or his pity anymore. That I wasn’t the girl left behind, waiting for him to decide I was worthy. But the pain had sunk too deep, the rawness of everything unsaid still too wide a gap for either of us to cross.

Clancy shook his head, his voice laced with frustration. “You left her. You abandoned her in the worst way possible, and now you want to make her feel small for it? You think it’s about some damn name? She’s more than that, and you know it.”

The Torchbearer’s gaze hardened again, but I saw something flicker—guilt, shame, or perhaps just regret—pass through his eyes before he shut it down. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to be lied to. She should have told me the truth.”

Clancy opened his mouth to argue, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My chest tightened, the air feeling too thick, too heavy. I needed to breathe. I needed silence.

Without another word, I turned and walked away, not giving either of them a chance to stop me. I didn’t want to hear more. I couldn’t.

I made my way to my old tent, the weight of their words pressing down on me, suffocating me. Inside, I barely had the strength to pull the flap open before I collapsed onto the cot, turning my back to the entrance.

I took a shaky breath, then another, but it wasn’t enough to stop the tears from spilling over. I didn’t even try to stop them. The years of silence, of hiding the truth, of pretending that everything was okay—everything just came rushing out, flooding me in a way that left me breathless.

I buried my face in my hands, my body trembling with the force of my sobs. I had fought so hard to prove I wasn’t just my father’s daughter, that I wasn’t like him. But in that moment, I felt smaller than I had ever felt before.

The tears soaked into my sleeves, and I didn’t know how to stop.

After the sun had set and Clancy had come and said goodnight to me, a soft knock at the tent flaps startled me. Before I could respond, I felt the Torchbearer’s presence—his shadow falling across the entrance.

“Ash,” he said softly, his voice laced with a tenderness that felt so far removed from the anger and bitterness just moments ago. “Let me in. I just want to talk.”

I didn’t respond, but I heard the flap lift, the air shift as he stepped inside, kneeling beside me.

He was quiet for a moment, then gently, almost as if testing, he placed a hand on my shoulder. “I just want you to know that you can stay here for as long as you’d like. We can sort this out tomorrow, when things have settled.”

Quiet weeps escaped my mouth and I wiped my eyes. I was disgusted with myself for returning to camp–for being anywhere near Josh, for actually feeling better being around him.

“I–I’m so sorry. I lied to you and that wasn’t fair or okay, or–”

“Just breathe,” he interrupted gently, his voice firm but kind, as if trying to keep me grounded, trying to help me put the pieces back together.

There was a brief moment of stillness before I heard him let out a long breath, his eyes scanning me. His gaze flickered to the jacket I was wearing, the one Clancy had given me before I’d left to find my way back to the camp. A tightness in his jaw shifted when he noticed, and I saw the subtle flash of jealousy in his eyes, as if something inside him had tightened.

“That's his, isn't it?” he asked, his voice low, a hint of something painful in the question.

I nodded, my fingers pulling at the fabric absentmindedly, trying not to look at him.

“You used to wear my hoodies,” he added, the words coming out with a mixture of longing and regret.

“I did,” I replied quietly, the memories of those days flooding back, days when things were simpler.

He paused, his breath hitching slightly, before his voice dropped, quieter now, almost apologetic. “You know I missed you, right? Regardless of who you are. Because I loved you.”

I met his gaze then, the rawness of his words sinking in, and I felt a weight settle in my chest. The anger, the bitterness, the confusion—it all rushed back to the surface.

“Really?” I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. “Because your reaction to seeing me again today was exactly what I expected, and it did not seem like you missed me at all.”

The words hung heavy in the air between us, the pain from everything that had been left unsaid rising to the surface. The Torchbearer’s gaze softened then, his shoulders slumping just slightly as he looked down at his hands for a moment, lost in thought.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words carrying a weight of their own. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I was angry, but... that doesn’t excuse it. I should have never walked away from you. I’m sorry, Ash. For everything.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself believe he might actually mean it.

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walnutofthedead · 1 year ago

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Can you do Yandere Mikoto x Gn! Reader headcanons?

Hahaha hah djbdhddhhdhd

The ask I’ve been waiting for frfr….

I’m so normal about yanderes (they’re fun to write leave me alone)

So uhm I MAY go a wee bit overboard here??? And May or may not have ended up doing the yan alphabet?? This is for Mikoto and not his alter, if you want an orekoto one just lmk <3

Prob will do a shortfic later

Yandere shit under the cut

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I see Mikoto as a physical affection type of guy tbh- Like, he’s still really sweet! Always nice with his words, but he’ll like randomly hug you from behind, hold your hand, a lot of things that most regular couples do.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Well… in terms of like, actual messes, he tries to be clean! Mikoto doesn’t particularly even want to hurt anybody. He’s not ALL bad…

With that said, sometimes, he has to. If someone is trying to steal you away and doesn’t heed his warnings, or if they hurt you, he has no choice but to put an end to that!

If someone hurts you, he’ll be more brutal.. not above torturing them if they’ve gone that far.

If it’s because he’s jealous, he’s a bit more nice. He doesn’t make it too painful. Maybe a blow to the head, a fast-acting poison…

After all, he can’t blame them for falling for you just like he did! It’s impossible not to~

They just don’t get to take you away from him. Never.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Nono! He’s a sweetie:c Mikoto honestly would just treat you with genuine respect and love,, be like, he loves you! He knows he’s already done something awful by abducting you and is sympathetic. Prob tries to make it as comfortable as possible.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Well… he’s definitely do a lot of hugging and stuff like that… but the furthest he’d go without (implied or direct) consent is just a peck on the lips<3

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

So here’s the thing- he’s delusional as fuck. He’ll just treat your relationship like he’d treat any regular one. He’s never invulnerable around you, but there’s definitely times he’s more vulnerable. Don’t hurt him please the silly:(

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

So confused and betrayed. You love him, so why are you fighting him? He only wants what’s best for you!

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He takes this shit so seriously- istfg bro hates it when you try and escape :((( kind of a pushover tbh- like he’ll probably just try and make it even more comfortable for you whenever you try to leave.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Being abducted is the worst it’ll get. Even while captive, he treats you with such care it’s baffling- he loves you!!!! Cmon pooks love him back ong

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

I feel like he daydreams about marrying them… like he has it all planned to a T. Probably already designed an outfit for s/o to wear at their wedding. We love a ✨ prepared ✨ mans

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets jealous and inhales lethal amounts of Copium. The poor silly

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Nah bro just acts like his normal self but like,, slightly more happy???

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Just approaching regularly, he has no issue going up and talking to them! When confessions are involved though, he has a much harder time… probably would opt for a love letter. A long, well-written one with little doodles on it !!

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Lmao nope

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He kinda just.. wouldn’t..? If he got really pissed somehow, he might like, lock them in their room or something… but he avoids using violence when possible.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many! When he abducts them, he’s strict at first, but eventually even lets them go out so long as he’s there with them.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He’s incredibly patient. He doesn’t get angry very easily, and when he does, he calms down fairly quick. This is assuming he doesn’t switch to Orekoto, of course…

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Haha no

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Oh, absolutely. He’d feel like actual shit about it. Even with all the gaslighting himself to try and justify it, he knows taking someone captive like this is awful. And especially for such selfish reasons… that’s why he tries making it up to them by spoiling them!

He won’t let them go though. There’s no going back once you kidnap someone.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Hm……. I’d say probably just emotional dependency and bad attachment issues. He just happened to get a bit too attached to s/o.

-bonus hc: he gives his friends nicknames to make it feel like they have a deeper friendship than they do so they don’t drift away from him !

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Oh, he hates it- just seeing them sad or afraid breaks his heart. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just tries his best to comfort them with words.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Give his darling some MOTHERFUCKING FREEDOM-

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His willingness to trust. As I mentioned earlier, he gives a lot of freedom, and that only increases as his trust in them builds. Once he’s convinced they do, in fact, love him, and won’t try and leave, he’ll begin letting them go out alone for short periods of time so long as they let him track their location. You can already see how that could turn out in an unsatisfactory way for him…

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Nope. Or at least, it would take a lot for him to lash out and do so. And even then, it wouldn’t be that bad.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He doesn’t really worship them per se… but he will totally go to extreme lengths to win them over. No amount of time or money or effort is too much if it means a chance at winning his darling over <3

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Depending on outside factors like other people pursuing them, it could be anywhere between a few months and a couple years.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Haha no.

#Mikoto kayano #kayano mikoto #mikoto kayano x reader #milgram mikoto #yandere mikoto #Yandere mikoto milgram #Yandere mikoto kayano #Yandere Mikoto kayano x reader #Milgram x reader #yandere milgram #Yandere milgram x reader #Milgram

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max-nico · 1 year ago

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The white trim on Amy's dress has been tinted green from the hill she sits on, along with her once white gloves. Sonic sits next to her, a few weeds in his quills and a wary smile on his face as he stares out at the distant setting sun.

Amy places her hand on top of his, he shifts away, and doesn't look at her. They say each other's names at the same time, Sonic with melancholy and Amy with hurt drowned in worry. The synchrony of their words leaves the two in a tense, heavy silence.

Amy has put her foot down in her head, she refuses to speak first because she knows Sonic will just go along with whatever she says. It's hard watching him lie to her when she just wants to help. So despite how tense the silence is, she allows it to linger and pass over her body, as if making a home in quiet as Sonic has with the wind.

It takes a few moments, and by moments she means the longest five minutes of her life, but eventually he clears his throat and begins speaking. His tone is a bit empty, dry in a way she's rarely ever heard from him. He still refuses to look at her, and still has a half grin on his face like that will hide his grievances.

"Amy," Sonic pauses. "What would you do if I said you could never touch me again?"

Not the question Amy expected. She tries to get a read on Sonic, which is impossible on a good day and somehow harder on a bad one. "Well, first I would ask why." She desperately hopes whatever words she says next are the right ones.

"Let's just say I gave you a good reason, so I don't have to think of one." Sonic chuckles, not succeeding in easing the tension.

"Okay, well after I figure out why, I would get thicker gloves and start sewing sleeves on my dresses." She says, "Because maybe it's a skin to skin thing? But if it's not, I'd get us separate beds to sleep in and a bigger couch so that we could sit without touching. I'd ask you what changes you want to make of course, and I'd get Tails to help me because he's the only one I know who could build a couch overnight." She smiles, just barely exposing her sharp teeth.

There's something so kind and warm in the way she is, something just so understanding that it makes Sonic want to curl up in a ball and hide forever. Amy doesn't know this, because why would he tell her how small she makes him feel. Her sincerity manages to eat away at him, he feels so undeserving of her, he could never understand what she sees in him. He spent so long blindly running away from her that it's a wonder to him how Amy's vision has always been clear.

"And… If you'll allow me to be a little selfish," Amy sighs, relaxing backwards and putting her weight onto her hands. "I would ask you for one more hug, and I would kiss your cheek for the last time. As long as it's alright with you." She takes one hand and pushes her quills out of her face, wearing a concerned little expression. "So, what's this about?"

Sonic looks down at her and opens his arms up for a hug instead of answering. Amy is quick to reciprocate, placing herself in front of him to easily wrap her arms around him. There's so much Sonic could say, so much he could show her, so many things he could do to tell her how he's feeling. Instead, he just pulls her closer and squeezes her tighter.

"Just let me hold you a bit longer." He says.

And Amy doesn't move.

Tw: romance written by an aromantic lmao

I'm sorry you're never getting the whole fic, but here's a somewhat edited partially written scene taken from the middle ending-ish lol.

Alright sonamy nation, how are we feeling? I hope it's good, bc these hedgehogs are going through it.

I am a Tails focused blog, but come say hi anyway, just don't be /weird lol

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #i have the mic #amy rose #sonamy #sonic and amy #sonic x amy #amy rose the hedgehog #amy the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #drabble #sonic #i have so many wips this isn't what i need to be working on but take it anyway #i fucked up the pov and didnt know how to fix it so just ignore that lol

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klonoadreams · 1 year ago

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From what I remember mako has already met many important characters including 2 future strawhats and a powerful straw hat ally.

Assuming that not too much changes by the time the main story starts. How would these Chracters see mako as meeting her again. Like say meeting a grown up sanji and Law along with th baroque work robin? For me I would at least think sanji and law would be like big brothers to her.

Also any spoilers on who her dad is? Or who mako would be shipped with?

Not much is really different, just that Mako has been alive and in existence for like one more year, making her a year older than what she was originally, but it's also a bit of a mess since like, idk how to tell you, but Shanks is like barely 21 when he has Mako instead of 22, so oop, some things might end up changing, but also god dang, Yassop, you barely knew your own son and now you're just taking care of this rando Shark girl with the others ahahha.

No but seriously, this just means the Red Hair Pirates have Mako longer and that means further disaster because Yassop Daddy experience only goes for like a few months and Mako is half fishman, SO WHOOPS NEW TERRITORY.

So yeah, Robin and Sanji would be ecstatic to see her again, especially since the two of them went their separate ways to pursue their dreams, since Sanji won't get good experience as a cook with Shanks, and Robin, while absolutely delighted to know she is loved and considered important, knows that she has to leave the nest because she can't do what she wants with them and try as they may, they can't help coddling her a bit because Robin mcfucking did not have a good childhood, cmere, you get a hug.

Meanwhile Law would just be happy to see his friend again after so long, to the one person that taught him, alongside Robin, that even monsters deserve to live.

Seeing her thriving and also throwing a wrench in the world government's agenda by just casual exposing cover-ups in order to let the truth shine through....yeah, he’s happy to see her. Genuinely, no joke or nothing. Especially Robin and Sanji, though how the turn tables. He would've thought Mako would've been her own captain to a crew, but nah, she's content letting Luffy do it while being the resident lifeguard cuz she can swim. And also fish. :V

Her dad isn't actually anyone we know but an OC, like a rando mako shark fishman who effectively got picked out of the bunch to pair up with a Kuja Pirate who wasn't exactly considered a good wife for a Celestial Dragon (aka, dude was sterile, or at the very least got poor kid making skills), so curiosity plus pettiness and a bet equals Mako into the mix. Which is very bad.

That said, Mako's bio dad is related to some existing characters. And I will say this, Arlong won't exactly take to well to ever seeing her, because she serves as a constant reminder in a cog to a tragedy.

(Hint: it involves Koala going home - you can figure it out there, but yeah, Mako's uncle is pretty famous :V)

(He also had a hand in how Mako's mother was able to escape and while Mama was hoping to go back to Amazon Lily, she at least was in a safe place amongst Shanks crew when she gave birth to Mako)

Originally, i didn't have romance in mind, but honestly, I'm at a whatever happens, happens, because Mako's circumstances are so unique and complicated, that her situation allows her complexity, given how 17 seems to be the age at which people are considered adults or at least allowed to drink, and being a pirate just adds to it, mixed in with being someone who has a bounty.

Romance isn't off the table for her, so keep an eye out for it. Dont expect anytjing until after the time skip tho, she’s a little like Luffy in that it's the last thing on her mind lmao.

But also she's got a storm coming her way come Whole Cake Island because Big Mom wants Shanks's daughter for connections so...

Lucky son Katakuri got picked by my friends, so that's gonna be a "bruh wtf"

Aka, we got two weddings to crash. Except Mako isn't getting killed, but she still wants out of it, nope nope nope

Anyways wedding dress mako kicking ass. :V

#ask #one piece #one piece (oc)#mako (oc)#gone fishing (fanfic)#feel free to ask about mako

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persephoneflouwers · 1 year ago

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i truly didn’t believe you when you said that harry would not be going anywhere after this tour ended. there was just no way in mind that after over two years of crazy touring, two movies, an album, the worst stunt of his career (imo), being over exposed by the media, and everything else in between that he wouldn’t want to take a break for at least a year. no way that he’d keep going and possibly have another project up his sleeve (tbd for now but looking more and more likely). no way that he enjoyed all of this so much that he wouldn’t rest and instead, just wanted this same cycle to continue… so, i just wanted to say that you were right, and it’s honestly been difficult to cope with that reality because it does change some things that i thought were true about who he is. and that feels harsh saying because at the end of the day, it’s my fault for creating this image in my head of who i thought he was. but there’s also parts of me that feel a bit led on or maybe even lied to (idk??) just certain things that gave me hope or that i justified but can’t anymore. it’s not his management or label and it’s definitely not because of his closet either. it’s him making these decisions for the purpose of his career and influence and money and i just hate that harrystylesTM is blending with the harry in my mind. and making me question how genuine some of the things he’s said and done actually were. you know if it makes him happy then ok, i get it. if he thinks all of this is justified then ok. but i just can’t bare to see him make these choices and then be miserable while stunting or try to gay/larry code or make music videos where we’re supposed to feel sorry for him. i still will tbh because god, i really do think he needs some better friends, a hug, and some help, but you make your bed and you lay in it. it’s his choice, and he chose the direction that even a week ago, i would’ve never predicted. so all in all, just wanted to say you were correct and it’s definitely made me think about things differently…

Ouch this is a difficult ask to respond to because the risk is to sound like an ‘I told you so’ kinda person (which I absolutely am but don’t want to now).

So mh, I think most people fall for the marketing and brand not just in this fandom, it’s about the current publicity and media distribution, when in reality that thing is full of crap, delivered by smart people whose job is literally selling things to you.

In US consumerism, the lesson n1 is ‘make it sensational’. The minimum most average thing becomes giant, incredible, out of this planet. When they put tickets for the last show last year on sale, they didn’t mention the ‘final show’ thing. This was clearly planned for later on, when there were two big zones in campovolo that weren’t sold out yet, they put on the final show label. It was smart because people bought the tickets in the fear of ‘Harry styles not going on tour again for years’ and for a fandom that is used to consume him like I consume tomatoes everyday even when I have tummy ache, this was unimaginable. I personally spoke with people from Brazil, Miami, Minnesota. They made it an event.

The end of an era, fandom called it. And of course, FOMO is real for this generation lmao

But I also speak always about the power of words, right? I think your brain chooses words automatically to convey a state of emotions and that is something that all the media training in your life can’t hold back. I am still pretty sure Harry knows that power too, since writing songs is his job I would expect he knows the nuance that lays in the difference between every word. And there words that have been said in a peculiar timing that made neurons in my head spike like fireworks. I didn’t rewatch what he said that night and I’m not a forensic language expert lol but there were moments where you could feel like you were living the Truman show experience.

I am sorry you feel like this, though. I know it’s harder here (unbearable on twt) because it seems nobody is matching your feelings, but I hope you will make peace with this.

My two cents is to let it go, let him go.

Another album, another tour who cares? They will feed it down your throat, everyone and their mothers will pretend to like it because that’s the easiest thing that gives you 1M views on tiktok and they will made up new achievements purposely crafted ad hoc for the whole picture.

Trust me, when I say I don’t like being overstimulated too, that’s why I don’t engage with his content and the only things I know is what anons tell me in the inbox and that’s okay. I just know that if I close my phone, none of this matters anymore in my life cause it’s soooo far away from what I do daily. It’s comforting in a way.

The ryan air motto “sit back, relax and enjoy your flight” is what life is about. Take care of yourself.

#casella di posta numero 32 #long post #discourse #tw last show

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manjiroscum · 3 years ago

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May I request a hug from a character of your choice. ~ local pocket dragon had a rough night.

Hellooo! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ OmO *sends you virtual hugs as well* I don’t know who you would like sooooo.... *sweats* I chose all of Bonten! Hope you like it babie (~￣³￣)~ *pats ur head* and I hope you feel better. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: Nothing. Just fluff. Semi-proofread.

Prompt: How would they hug and comfort you when you had a bad day/night.

-ˋˏ Mikey ˎˊ-

Tight hugs. The type of hugs that can be a bit suffocating at times, but you know Mikey doesn't do it to hurt you or anything mean. It just shows that he cares even if he doesn't say a word. Holds you tight, almost like a koala—like he is afraid you might disappear or dare I say, he is touch starved too. He knows how it feels like when no one is there to tell you that everything will be okay but doesn't know how to put it into words. Actions speak louder than words for him. Pats your head too!

-ˋˏ Sanzu ˎˊ-

Okay, this man may not be affectionate in public unless he wants to or it requires him. But behind doors, especially when you're down and tired, he would ask you to sit on his lap and hug you as you both watch a movie. Hand rubbing your back soothingly. Watch out though cause he may be the type to bite your ear if you continue saying mean words about yourself. If he's in a good mood, would tackle you and hug you to the point you'd complain how he's squeezing you hard.

-ˋˏ Ran ˎˊ-

Hugs you around the waist or from behind, kisses your forehead, and give you compliments. The type to praise you while hugging or to say you did a job well done. Would be the type to draw you a warm bath afterward and offer to massage your feet. Would spoil you and even carry you around if you complain that your feet ache. A huge simp if you ask me.

-ˋˏ Rindou ˎˊ-

Rindou is the type of hugger who is a bit hesitant at first, especially if it's in public. However, when you're both alone and feeling sad, he will bear hug you. No questions or anything else. Would probably be the type to make you laugh by tickling you that he turns it into a challenge to see tears in your eyes. A sadist through and through. Would offer to cook you dinner or lunch. Would spoil you rotten cause if his brother is a simp, I'm sure this dude is too, but lowkey.

-ˋˏ Kakucho ˎˊ-

Like Mikey, would give you tight hugs as well but is too afraid to crush you, so he often apologizes when he hears you groan or emit any form of discomfort. Would even ask for your consent before touching you. Will offer to massage your back, arms or feet. Will cook you your favorite meal/dish and even draw you a bath. Even when you are about to sleep, he keeps his arms around you to remind you he is there, supporting you.

-ˋˏ Takeomi ˎˊ-

Half hugs when in public, but would be the type of guy to give you back hugs as well. The type to whisper sweet words into your ear while rubbing your back. Pats your head and reminds you that you are doing your best always. Kisses your knuckles while at it. Feeling sad or tired? No problem, Takeomi will do anything to keep you happy. May take you out shopping afterward or lets you buy anything to make you smile.

-ˋˏ Kokonoi ˎˊ

Waist hugs, back or front. This man will sweep you off of your feet as well, lifting you up from the ground and hugging you tightly. And this is Koko, he would definitely spoil you. The numbers don't matter when it's you. Also gets a bit anxious whenever your smile doesn't reach your eyes that it prompts him to go beyond just to see you happy. You want the moon? He'll give it to you in a heartbeat. But when you only want his company and not some expensive jewelry, he would drop everything. You're more important than any meeting.

-ˋˏ Mochi ˎˊ-

Bear hugs all the way, boarding from protective to comforting. Would offer to take you out for lunch or dinner. Offers to take you to the nearest ice cream parlor or cafe. Very doting and doesn't care if anyone is staring. As long as you're happy, nothing matters.

#request🌠#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #bonten x reader #bonten #fluff #tokrev fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #the fact i had to search the types of hugs #exposes how i barely get hugged lmao #hope you like this bby💓#tokyo revengers imagines

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set-phasers-to-whump · 3 years ago

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ooh gosh so my first memory of whumperflies is waaay back when I was maybe six or so and it was definitely memorable bc I recall it to this day but it’s not that interesting so - one of my most memorable whumperflies experiences has to be reading Tom Clancy’s novels (mostly the jack ryan, jack ryan jr, and the campus ones). I started reading them when I was in the sixth grade and absolutely Devoured them all throughout the seventh. and I would continuously reread the scenes (sometimes I’d reread an entire book for just one scene, too) where characters were hurt or sick or under emotional distress…I’d get whumperflies and immensely enjoy reading the scenes but I’d feel kind of bad about it bc I was like ‘these dudes are Suffering but I love it’ lol. this is my first memory of like, actively seeking out whumpy content!

Whumpmas in July - Day 26

Day 26: What's a memorable moment that gave you whumperflies?

Think back on all the movies and shows you've watched, the games you've played, the books and stories you've read, the things you've written. What's one moment that stands out to you? Maybe it was your first memory of whumperflies, or something that caught you off-guard with how much you completely enjoyed it. Tell us about it, and share a video/excerpt/etc if you can!

#my first whumperflies memory I talked about last wij but in case you’re interested #it was this kids show handy manny about a handyman and his talking tools and there’s an episode where he’s sick #and I got such strong whumperflies from the episode description that I never even actually watched it bc of how strange they felt lol #but anyway yeah. Tom Clancy was like such a huge part of my young adolescence and the whump was often not well followed thru with but god #I loved it !!#there was always some kind of whump anyway and I relished it #anyway I’ll pull some especially memorable moments #one is when this guys twin brother is killed #in the book there’s basically no follow up but I would imagine him getting hugged and comforted by his team (tho this was super ooc #as they’re all Manly Men With No Emotions) but I loved picturing this #there are a few scenes throughout the books where someone kills a bad guy for the first time - always loved those #there’s this one scene in executive orders (my fave) where the mc (jack ryan - new and unexpected president) has to make a super tough #choice and after he does it he like runs out of the room and throws up and like it’s barely whumpy at all but I Loved that scene bc like.#I enjoy whumping the strong leader types and he’s the president and like. so human in that moment freaking out to his wife and advisor about #whether he made the right choice…#anyway I have about a thousand more things I could say about these books and the whump but im gonna stop now #also as a side note like. im not surprised I was allowed to read these books at such a young age but like at the time I didn’t see anything #wrong with it but now im like ‘oh I get why my mom was so worried about me reading these I was exposed to a Lot of violence’ lmao #but I loved it lol #whumpmasinjuly #i say things

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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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the reader tops chloe with the strap >:) also if u want it can be like a pt.2 to rainbow and have some fluff >>:)))

━ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, use of strap on, kissing, hickies, fluff, top!reader, bottom!chloe,

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - lowkey a sequel to this fic right HERE thank you for the rq though lmao sorry it took so long lovely!

REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED

"Would you actually fuck me with it?"

It had been two days since your little introduction to the fake cock that Chloe had bought. The rainbow colors making you squeeze your thighs together when you thought about her fucking you with it.

But she'd been so needy with you lately, you were beginning to take true to your words about doing the same to her. Watching her beside you staring at her laptop that played a youtube video that was funny to her, hearing her giggle or chuckle every few minutes.

Her head resting on your stretched out arm that had gone completely numb, your other around her waist, hand holding your own nice and tight to assure you she was still there as you slept.

You could see the screen over her shoulder, having been spooning her for the past hour while you were napping. Her ass pushing against your front once you woke up, digging your face in her neck while shifting around.

"Y/n?" "Hm?" She laughed at your groggy voice, head popping up into her view while she peeked over her shoulder. "Sleep good hotstuff?" You rubbed your eyes, hugging her closer to you while nodding. "Yeah."

She hummed at your answer, video now ended she rolled over to face you, just millimeters apart, lightly biting the tip of your nose to get you to smile.

"What time is it?" "Almost seven." You groaned, hand wrapped around her body to her ass giving it a light squeeze. "I had a really good dream." "Yeah, I see that." You sat up, limb still trapped up underneath her neck a shit-eating grin on her face while she snuggled into your forearm.

"I wanna fuck you." "For real? You just opened your eyes."

You stared at her with much seriousness, tilting your head a bit before she jumped up, pushing you onto your back. Straddling your waist watching your face lighten up at the feeling of her thighs squeezing your hips.

"But only if I get to use that new strap." You giggled, hands resting on her bare thighs as she nodded, leaning down to kiss you tasting the cigarette you both shared before you'd fallen asleep.

"Deal."

That's how you got here, lips on hers and fake cock strapped around your pelvis while Chloe continuously pushed towards you. Wanting more that you weren't quite ready to give her.

"I love you, you know that?" You smirked, the words sounded insincere from the way you spoke, teasing her with the tip of the dick. Running it along her soaked folds, circling her clit with the silicone head. "I– I lov–love you too you– fuck–" she panted staring down between her legs where her shorts and panties had been stripped for her and the plastic cock rested in your hand.

"Fuck Y/n.." "I love this." You muttered, fingers moving to massage her inner thigh, while the other circled her hole, slowly beginning to push yourself inside her.

"Oh fuck Y/n–" She breathed, grabbing your hand in her own as you began a to set a steady pace with her, moving your hips back and forth. Excitedly biting your lip.

"How's that feel?" "Good.." You hummed, leaning back down to kiss her once more, then down her neck towards her t-shirt that you both knew had nothing underneath it.

"Chloe, you're so pretty." You teased, seeing her flustered face when you moved back up to kiss her cheek.

Thrusting towards her faster making the entire bed and its frame begin to move.

"I love you so much." Her blush made you want to want to fuck her harder, her hands gripping your biceps while you drilled into her.

"Y/n– fu–uck that feels goo–ood–" "Oh yeah?" You pulled her shirt up exposing her pretty tits to you, the hand not holding yours moving down to play with her nipples, leaning down to take a little lick over her sensitive nub.

Continuing to screw your hips into her own, wet sounds and skin on skin slapping filling your shared bedroom up to the brim overflowing out into the rest of the apartment.

"Fuck you're amazing." You muttered, licking over her tit again before returning to her mouth, tasting the salty sweat on her lips and her lust for you. "Y/n m'gonna cum." Chloe groaned, head falling back against the pillows while gripping you as tight as she could, painted purple nails digging into your soft skin.

"Good girl."

Chloe liked to deny how much she liked when you called her that, whether it be a joke or you actually praising her for things.

Whether she was the dom or sub of the night, she loved it and loved to eat it up, turning red when you'd let those two little words slip from your lips.

"Fuck!" You took the moment she threw her head far back to bite and suck at her neck, continuing your animalistic pace into her pussy as her thighs squeezed you tight keeping you between her legs.

Finally beginning to slow she tried to catch her breath, clutching your upper arms as she came, hips stuttered and little whines spilling from her mouth.

"Aww... Chlo? You okay?" She knew you were teasing her, but it felt so good, looking at you with teary eyes and a light nod.

"That was really fucking good." You laughed looking down at where the fake cock was still snug inside of her. "That was really fucking fun."

"I'm ready to take another nap now, join me?"

"Wait, I wanna ride." You stared at Chloe for a minute. "Fine, only because you're adorable." "Y/nnn."

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