#if u take it tell me whatcha got :)

[littlelamy]

hi baby!!! can i request a blurb? i was thinking rafe is needy (cause i love him so much) and he wants to try sexting with the reader but she doesn't get it until he points it out and he like drives over to her house? you can end it however you want but needy/frat rafe does something to me!! i love your work so much and everything you write. i am just...amazed by your talent!!🤍

lamy: hi my love!!! oh my godddd needy frat rafe??? PLEASE 🙏🏾 LOVE YOUU

you get the first text at 10:42 p.m.

rafe <3: whatcha doin?

not unusual, not out of the ordinary. just your boyfriend, checking in. you send back a picture of your laptop screen, an open tab with some barely-started assignment glowing in the dim light of your bedroom.

you: pretending to do homework. why?

he doesn’t respond for a full two minutes. you assume he got distracted, maybe by some beer pong rematch at the house.

rafe <3: mmm. bet you look good like that.

you squint at your screen, confused.

you: like what??

another pause.

rafe <3: in bed. all prettty.

you scoff, rolling onto your stomach. okay, weird. not weird weird, just…off. rafe wasn’t usually this cryptic.

you: u good?

it takes him almost no time to reply this time.

rafe <3: not really. need u.

your brow furrows. you sit up a little, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

you: rafe. what are you talking about

a read notification pops up instantly.

so you do. and then it hits you.

oh. your lips part a little as you stare at the words on your screen, at how blatantly obvious it is now that you’re actually paying attention. he’s not just checking in. he’s needy, probably hard, right now. right this second. and instead of saying anything normal, anything that would actually help the situation, you—like an idiot—send back:

you: wait. are you trying to sext me?

you watch the typing bubbles appear, disappear, then reappear again.

rafe <3: took u long enough, you idiot.

rafe <3: sexy idiot^

your face heats. you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, suddenly very aware of how easily he was getting worked up, how restless he probably was right now, how his free hand was probably gripping his thigh, or his phone, or—

jesus.

you: sorry baby 💗 i wasn’t getting it

he sends a voice memo. you press play, and his voice comes through low, thick with frustration.

"s’not funny. been thinking about you and that pretty pussy all night."

your stomach flips.

you: yeah? tell me more.

you don’t get a text back. instead, your phone buzzes in your hand with an incoming call.

“rafe—”

“get up,” his voice is so deep, so strained and maybe desperate.

“what?”

“get up. unlock your door.”

your pulse flutters. “are you—”

“already on my way.”

your breath catches. “you’re insane.”

he just lets out this low, rough laugh. “and you’re so lucky i love you.”

the line goes dead while you scramble out of bed.

your front door swings open like rafe had been gripping the handle before you even turned the lock. he steps inside fast, chest rising and falling like he ran the whole way here instead of driving. his hat is on backwards, his frat sweatshirt slightly wrinkled, his jaw set like he’s trying really hard not to just grab you.

“hi,” you breathe, barely getting the word out before he’s kissing you.

it’s not slow. it’s not sweet. it’s needy, just like his texts, just like the way he grips your waist and backs you into the nearest wall, like he’s been starved for this. his hands drag up your sides, warm and impatient, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt, pushing—pulling.

"take this off," he mutters, already helping you out of it before you can say anything. the fabric barely hits the floor before he’s got his hands on you again, palms skimming up your bare skin, fingers spreading over your ribs like he needs to feel all of you at once.

you reach for his hoodie, tugging. “you too.”

he groans, stepping back just enough to yank it over his head. it messes up his hair, makes him look even more wrecked than before, his jaw clenched tight as he tosses it aside. then his hands are back on you, slipping down to the waistband of your panties, hooking his thumbs there.

he glances up, eyes dark. “these too?”

you nod, breath hitching as he tugs, sliding them down your hips, his fingers brushing hot over your thighs. they drop to the floor, leaving you bare and standing in front of him under the weight of his gaze.

his chest rises with a deep inhale. "shit, baby." his voice is hoarse, almost shaky.

you barely get the chance to tease him before he’s undoing his belt—before his jeans are hitting the floor—before he’s right there again, pressed against you; mouth on yours like he doesn’t even care about anything else.

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[bonniesbluee]

dilf!art x stripper!reader pt1 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the first time he saw you he was hooked.

patrick had dragged him to a club after his retirement and divorce with tashi. he was hesitant on going, but he had been rotting in his house, alone. you were basically naked. thong not covering your ass at all, your top piece couldnt even contain your breasts either. your face had glittery make up that make you shine.

but what specially caught his eye was the man you were ontop of. he was ugly. ugly and he could tell he wasn't going to give you good money in exchange of your dance.

he turned to look at patrick but he was already getting danced on by another girl. he sighed, walking towards you. he was nervous, he didnt want to seem like a pervert, even tho he was going to basically give u money for a dance. he gently tapped your shoulder, gulping as your turned around to face him.

you had to tilt your head slightly to look up at him. you were surprised, very. he was tall, broad shoulders, neat button up, a gentle smile on his face. and the most important of all, he looked like he had alot of money. you smiled back, "yes? how can i help you with?" you said in the voice you use with all your costumers. except now your voice was sweeter. he was handsome and looked like he had money? yeah. he was your costumer. you

"i-i um-" he sighs, slightly embarrassed at his stuttering. "how much for a dance?" he mumbles, and you giggle. "that depends, clothes on or clothes off?"

his eyes widen slightly, he looks back at patrick and that's when he realizes the girl ontop of him is naked except for a thong. "oh um," he responds before taking out $400. "clothes on."

your eyes widen slightly, "it's usually only $200 i dont need-" "take it," he insists, softly grabbing your hand and placing the 4 hundred bills in it. you looked so beautiful in the lighting. too beautiful for a place like this.

"okay then, if you insist." you smile softly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to one of the room where private sessions happen, "sit down." you press your hands on his chest, pushing down on the couch.

"so," you hummed as you straddled him. "what you work on?" you tilt your head to the side, grinding on him softly, hair falling to the side to reveal your neck.

his chest faltered slightly, you were so pretty, in such a horrible place. he could easily 'save you'. get you in his house, spoil you, treat you like you deserve. "i-im a retired tennis player." he mumbles, your eyes widen slightly as you realize. "no wayyy, you're Art Donaldson?" you giggle, smiling even more as you feel his hands shyly touch your thighs.

"yeah. in the flesh," he chuckles, gently caressing your thighs. "whatcha doing in a place like this, Mrs. Donaldson?" you tease. and god, he wishes he had the balls to ask you the same question. "me and my wife got divorced a few months ago, my friend thought going out would be good for me."

"divorced, huh?" you gently rubbed your chest against him before getting off him. "well, since you paid such a generous tip, i dont mind breaking a few rules for you." you winked, slipping your thong down to your knees.

he wanted to stop you, but he wanted it. plus, he could be one step closer to convince you go to his house. not for sex, but for you to experience how to be truly taken care of.

you pressed you ass against his groin, grinning as you arched your back and grinding against him at a measured pace. his hands gently grasped your hips, after a few seconds he stops you. "d-do you want to go back to my place?" he mumbles.

he can already imagine you, sleeping in his shirt, getting held in his arms as you sleep peacefully in his big bed. away from the men in here, away from all the perverts that want to put their hands on you. he doesn't know why he feels a big sense of protection over you, he just does.

"um what?" you laugh nervously, turning to look at him with raised eyebrows. ah, right. "ill give u another $500 dollars if you go to my place." he frowns very slightly. "1k. if you go to my house."

after a few seconds of thinking about it you nod. "yeah, yeah sure."

he lets out a sigh of relief as he stands up, even tho he knows you're mostly doing it for the money. his hand wraps around your waist and he pulls the thong back up. "ill see you outside, yeah?" you nod. gulping as his big strong hands give your thighs a little squeeze.

he walks out, and you're left standing alone with a tinge of nervousness and also a tinge of excitement. biting your bottom lip, you scatter out of the room to your locker to change.

[jinxvex]

Hiiiii! I love your work! Do you think you could do Vi x reader hcs where the reader is like very day-dreamy? Like head stuck in the clouds a lot? Tysm <33

♱ gf!vi x daydreamy gf!reader ♱

hey!! so excited to put something out 4 violet!!

you could interpret this as a modern!au or arcane!u 😌

cw: sfw & nsfw, dom!vi + sub!r, wholesome at the beginning, vi is an amazing and understanding gf, vi is v flirty, teasing, dirty talk, mild choking/slapping, possessiveness, dumbification, degradation/praise, vi's a bit condescending, etc!!

+ strap usage, she eats you out + uses her fingers!!

♱ vi LOVES the fact that you’re so daydreamy and always in your own world. she appreciates your uniqueness + the way your mind works!

♱ vi thinks you’re so adorable when you slowly trail off in the middle of speaking to her—the vibrant imagery, thoughts, and inner workings of your mind too overwhelming for you to handle! she lets you look off into the distance for a bit before you’re quickly scrambling to apologize for getting lost in your own head (again lol)!!

♱ she’s quick to shut down your apology with a, “nah, babe it‘s okay. take your time, yeah?” + “you in your own head again, huh?” (EVERY SINGLE TIME!)

♱ after boxing/the gym, she often comes home to your shared apartment to you blasting music through your headphones. you’re bopping your head and bouncing your leg at your desk. lost in how the music speaks to you and flows through your veins like a constant electric current. you don’t hear or even notice her until she comes up behind you, wraps her arms around your shoulders, and nuzzles her head into your neck, “whatcha doin’, pretty? what’re you listening to?” + “love comin’ home to you all happy and shit—makes my day sweetheart.”

♱ in public, when you’re walking together, holding hands, and enjoying each other's company in silence, you can’t help but get in your head! your brain buzzing with thoughts about how nice vi’s hand feels in yours and how nice they feel in… other places… all of a sudden, you’re not paying attention to where you’re going and she gets a little stern with you. before you run into anyone or anything she’s telling you to, “watch where you’re goin’, hmm?” + “careful, babe. don’t want you gettin’ hurt now, do we?”

♱ when you're upset, whether it be because you're self-conscious about something or having other negative thoughts, you get sort of locked in your own mind--endless flashes of darkness encompassing your headspace. when this happens she's whispering comforting praises into your ear, "it's okay, princess. 'm here. not goin' anywhere." and she's pulling you into her chest to tell you to, "listen to my heartbeat, come back to me." + "hey. hey, look at me, baby."

♱ vi nudges your cheek with her fingers to get your attention when your attention has strayed away from her, "talkin' to you, babe."

♱ she totally notices when you’re fantasizing about her.

WHAT!! who said that?! 🤭

nsfw incoming...

♱ you and vi love to partake in your separate hobbies while in each other’s presence so when she’s cooking, writing, or boxing in the corner(?), you’re almost always on the other side of the room reading a book. she knows the books you read get a little dirty. when she glances at you from across the room she isn’t surprised to see you staring off into the distance (again) with your book loosely resting in your lap. you’re biting your lip and pressing your thighs together. she smirks knowingly and stops what she’s doing to walk over to you, “what’s got you thinkin’, baby?” + “wanna show me what’s got you so worked up?”

♱ she won’t stop teasing you until you’re reading her the sentence that threw you in for a loop—thinking of her hands and mouth pleasuring you. images of her muscles rippling against your skin as she fucks you into the mattress with her strap momentarily stunning you.

♱ your daydream does become a reality when she's doing just that. minutes later. she's forcing you to make eye contact with her, to give her your full attention and focus when she has you in missionary with your legs propped up on her shoulders. her pace is brutal, plunging her strap deep into your cunt with her hand wrapped around your neck; choking you and holding your head in place so you can't look away.

♱ she's a sucker for dirty talk so you know she's all up in your ear like: "fuck, baby. yeahhh, yeah. look at me when you take this dick, pretty girl." + "don't want you goin' off in your own head when i'm fucking you, need you to see exactlyy how i'm treating this fuckin' pussy."

♱ she will NOT let you cum until she knows for sure that you aren't thinking of anything except for her—she wants your brain to be mush by the time she's done with you. she wants you to let go, fall, and trust that she'll catch you. take care of you.

♱ she's not afraid to rough you up a little if you aren't listening. she'd tap your cheek and tighten her grip on your throat as she stuffs you even fuller; as deep as she can go, "*thrust* look. *thrust* at. *thrust* me." she's drilling you now, "c'mon, babe, can't you follow a simple direction? or are you too cockdrunk to function?" + "yep, thaaat's it, baby."

♱ vi also enjoys eating you out from the back while she shoves her middle and ring finger into your sopping wet cunt. as she eats you out like it's her last meal on earth, tongue zigzagging and sloppily mouthing at your heat, her fingers are curling up against your g-spot. she knows your brain thinks nothing but her because of every whimper, moan, and chant. "yes, yes, fuck yes! right thereee, vi. fuuuck" you're practically screaming at the top of your lungs. not long after she's pulling her mouth off of you and rising up to lean over your back and dig her fingers deeper inside, "there, huh? that's what she needs, isn't it? pussy's swallowing my fingers whole. greedy girl."

feel free to send more reqs about vi!! love her real bad 🤠

[hey-itsdollie]

HIll HSUSHDXB I LIVE UR WRITING SO MUCH I HAVE A REQ PLS HMO.. I saw a tiktok where a girl was "getting ready" and her bf came in and asked "what are u getting ready for? " going and she answered "u mean what are WE getting ready for?" and basically she was gaslighting him into believing they had a date that day:DD I RLLY RLLY RLLY wanna see this with Isagi, Bachira, Barou, Gagamaru, Chigiri Kunigami and maybe Ness :pp IF THEY ARE TOO MANY U CAN PICK FROM THEM PLSS and also can u write it so y/n tells them it was a prank when the guy is halfway thru getting ready??

Ps i realized i had the video saved while writing

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdhNPJMQ/

You didn't forget did you?

⋮ ⌗ ┆In which you trick them into thinking they forgot you had a date.

Part 1 -u are here!-, Part 2

〃✦ ┆Thank you for the request! I love this idea!!!

⋆⑅˚₊ featuring ╰› isagi. bachira. barou. gagamaru. chigiri. kunigami. ness.

ღ cw ⤿ established relationship, female reader, prank, pet names (baby, honey, sweetie/sweetheart, hübsche)

Yoichi Isagi.���.ᐟ

Isagi just got back from training at the gym with Bachira when he opened the door to your shared home. His blue eyes looked around once he took his shoes off feeling something was off.

You hadn't come to greet him yet... which was odd because you always greeted him at the door with a kiss. Always even if he had just come back from doing the smallest thing outside.

"Sweetie?" he called concern lacing his words as he set his gym bag down and began looking around the kitchen and living room. Nothing. You were no where to be seen.

That was until he heard music coming from your shared bathroom. He quickly jogged to the bathroom, slightly out of breath due to panic of searching for you. He leaned against the door frame, the sight before him making his body freeze in it's place.

"Sweetie? Whatcha doing?" he questioned carefully.

A scoff left your lips as you turned to him your hair done up all pretty, and your make up finished besides your lips. "What am I doing? What are you doing? You came home so late."

Isagi shook his head confused walking up to you. "Late? Late for what?" he tilt his head, his hands already hesitantly looping around your waist.

"Don't tell me you forgot? Our date Yoichi."

You could see Isagi's face visibly pale almost immediately. His hesitant smile fully dropping from his features. "Date?" he muttered in a questioning tone, in response you nodded like it was obvious.

"W...we have a date... tonight?" he tripped over his words pulling away running a hand through his dark hair. There was absolutely no way the two of you had a date that he forgot about.

Hell he was the one that asked you out on dates!

His eyes shot to your face as a frown grew on your features. "So we aren't going out?" you asked sadly making your boyfriend's heart ache. "N...no, we are! Just let me get ready okay sweetie?" he stated quickly before rushing off to the closet to put something presentable on.

As he left the room a grin formed on your features. Your plan working almost too perfectly, though you felt a bit guilty after seeing the pain on his features.

Not even ten minutes later Isagi came rushing back into the bathroom his collared shirt crooked as his belt wasn't through the right loops. He looked like a mad man.

"You got less than ten minutes Yoichi." you hummed applying your lipstick carefully in the mirror.

"Fuck okay..." he muttered trying to fix himself quickly.

"Oh and Yoichi." you called making the male huff and turn to you, mentally preparing himself in case he forgot something else.

"This was a prank."

Time froze. Isagi froze along with it. You turned to him holding in a laugh that was on the verge of bursting out.

"A what?"

"A prank. Got ya!"

Isagi got silent as he crouched close to the floor placing his hands on his face, looking stressed whilst taking deep breathes.

You grew concerned looking down at him. "Uhm... you okay Yoichi?"

"I will be..."

Meguru Bachira.ᐟ.ᐟ

"Hey babyyy- woah..."

You turned your hand with the mascara wand freezing in the air, as you look at your husband.

Bachira looked you up and down with a confused grin. "Whatcha getting ready for?" he asked curiously tilting his head. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was actively checking you out.

"Uhm our date?"

"Date?"

"Yeah... date..."

Bachira could beat a statue in it's own game from the way his body went rigid. "Woah woah! What date?!?" he shouted running up to you waving his hands frantically.

"We don't have a date?! I would know- I plan them!!" he stated quickly his brows furrowed.

"No way you forgot Megs! Really I've been looking forward to it!" you whined placing the mascara wand down as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Right... right... uhm can we reschedule it?" he questioned flinching as if the mere proposition would lead to his death.

"No. Go get ready Meguru." you stated firmly with an unamused glare. "Okay... okay..." he slumped off, feeling bad for forgetting something so important to you.

Bachira came back in one sock on and the other no where to be seen, his shirt was on his head as he went to the sink as he began brushing his teeth quickly.

"You promise we have a date?" he said his mouth full of toothpaste.

"Yes Meguru, don't speak with toothpaste in your mouth!"

You sighed watching him spit the stuff out and begin to wash his face.

"Uhm another thing Meguru..." you said hesitently as he continued to splash water on his face humming in response for you to continue.

"This was all a prank..." you said quickly.

The bathroom got silent after that, the only noise being made from the running sink. The male seemed to freeze still hunched over the sink.

"Sorry Meguru I saw this video and wanted to try it!"

You tried to reason with him but he slowly turned to you almost scaring you. Then before you knew it, you were dripping wet.

"Megs?!?!" you gasp after your husband just splashed you with water, his face blank.

"Oh oops! My monster told me to do it!"

Shoei Barou.ᐟ.ᐟ

"Hey where did you put-"

Barou froze in the doorway of the bathroom. His red eyes trailing up your figure which was in a form-fitting dress. The one you recently just bought on your most recent shopping adventure.

"Where the hell are you going dressed like that?" the male questioned crossing his arms.

You scoffed looking at him through the bathroom mirror as you actively put your makeup on; "Our date obviously?"

"Date? What fucking date?" he scoffed taking his phone out; most likely going to his calender app. Something he used quite often. Just as he got on to the current day he scoffed almost laughing, "You in your right mind, we don't have a date tonight?" he rolled his eyes leaning against the bathroom wall.

"Yes we do." This time you turned to him with a glare. "Remember the beach restuarant?" Your words made Barou's eyebrows furrow. He didn't remember having a date tonight. And there is no way in hell he wouldn't have wrote it down if he did plan one.

He left the room coming back shortly after his departure walking up to you.

"What game are you playing at? Because neither the virtual calender nor the physical one says anything about a date tonight." You frowned. "We do though Shoei!"

"Quit lying, or I'm not making your pastries tomorrow." he growled out. You froze forgetting he promised you those.

"Ugh you're no fun. I wanted to try this prank I saw."

"God why did I marry someone so childish." he groaned patting your hair. "Let me go get ready..."

You looked up confused as your husband walked off to your shared closet. "Get ready for what?"

"Our date obviously."

Gin Gagamaru.ᐟ.ᐟ

You walked into your bedroom seeing your boyfriend laying on your bed watching Natural Geographic on your computer.

"Gin what are you doing? What about our date?" you questioned putting your earrings in as you stood at the end of the bed wearing a sundress.

The male turned to you tiredly after a few seconds. His wide eyes gazing at your figure, no emotions showing on his features.

"Date? Since when?" he muttered his voice deep and blunt.

You sighed walking to him and grabbing his arm trying to drag his large body off the bed. "Since tonight! Don't tell me you forgot!" Your whines made Gagamaru get off the bed standing a near foot taller than you as he looked down at you.

"Where are we going?" he muttered blankly completely clueless on what was going on.

You comically pushed him towards the closet. "That one restaurant remember."

A sigh left his lips as he hated going out to a fancy restaurant. "Do we have too?"

"Yes! The reservations were already made Gin!"

After five minutes of trying—and failing—to push your beast of a boyfriend to the closet he gave in and went on his own.

You sat on the bed waiting for him as you grinned thinking about how it was easier to trick him than you thought it'd be. "Is this okay?" he muttered stepping out of the closet wearing nicer clothes than before.

"Yep, you look great honey!" you grinned walking up to him.

He was about to walk to the bathroom when you muttered something that caught his attention. "Now I feel bad..." you muttered as he tuned to you.

"Feel bad about what?" he questioned tilting his head. "Oh that this was all a prank... sorry!" you confess with a sheepish smile.

A squeal left your lips as the male grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder as he walked towards the bed.

"Huh hey Gin put me down! What are you doing?!" you questioned hitting his back slightly. He tossed you on the bed as you gazed up at him, your vision focusing on him.

"Oh boy..."

Hyoma Chigiri.ᐟ.ᐟ

"Hey baby have you seen my... oh wow okay."

You glanced at your boyfriend through the mirror. "Huh, why aren't you dressed yet?" you questioned a frown on your features. The question caught the red-head off guard. "Dressed? Where are we going?"

"Don't tell me you forgot Hyo..." you gasped turning to face him. "Remember we were gonna go to the pier..."

"The pier?" he repeated turning his head as if it would help him hear you more clearly. "Yeah you were gonna win me a plushie Hyoma."

You turned back continueing to do your makeup as he watched you silently not knowing if you were joking or not. He decided to test the waters by letting out a slight awkward laugh.

"Haha... very funny Y/n, now what are you talking about?"

"Hyoma I don't understand what's so funny. Are you seriously saying you forgot our date?" you glared at him through the mirror.

He felt his muscles tense slightly before shaking his head. "No... no of course not... it must've just slipped my mind- yeah..." he left the room to go quickly get ready.

Whilst he did Chigiri grabbed his phone checking his reminders for the day. Finding that no reminder was set for a date at all for any day of the week. "What the hell is she talking about? Did I seriously forget?" he muttered grabbing one one of his dress shirts.

He quickly got ready not wanting to make you even more pissed than you probably already were. He walked back into the bathroom shortly after, grabbing his brush as he gazed down at his skin care products.

He wouldn't even have time to do his routine. With a groan he began brushing his long red hair, feeling a pair of eyes on him.

"What is it?" he sighed a frown on his face.

"Nothing, you're just making me feel bad now." you groaned leaning against the counter with a bored look. "Feel bad? What?" he looked at you confused.

"That this was all a prank of course." you replied simply shrugging.

"Y/n... are you serious?" Chigiri sighed with two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yep!"

"God I hate you."

Rensuke Kunigami.ᐟ.ᐟ

Kunigami has just gotten home from the gym when he saw that dinner wasn't ready yet. He grew confused considering you normally always had dinner ready by the time he got home.

"Y/n?" he called confused as he walked into the master bedroom. You sat at your vanity fixing your hair as his eyes widened at your appearance.

"What are you dressed up for?" he questioned. You looked over at him "Our date, don't tell me you forgot Rensuke." you spoke looking him up and down. A unamused expression growing on your face. "Why are you just sitting there? Go get ready before we're late."

"Woah pause, when did we have a date to begin with Y/n? And why didn't you remind me before I went to the gym?" his right hand ran through his hair, a sign that he was becoming stressed.

"Well you've never forgot about date before..." you muttered innocently as you went back to fixing your hair.

You hard a groan come from him as he walked to the bathroom starting the shower. "Damn that was easy..." you muttered to yourself as you began to do your makeup.

Kunigami then left the bathroom wearing a white button up shirt that showed his muscles well along with black dress pants. "Where are we going anyways?" he muttered heading to the dresser to grab his cologne that you bought him for his brithday.

"Uhm... the kitchen" you answered like it was the obvious thing in the world.

Your words made the ginger freeze, his cologne mid spray before he turned to you. You were already grinning up at him makeup done, hair done, and dressed in one of his favorite dresses.

"Y/n... tell me the truth..." Kunigami spoke slowly needing to make sure if his thoughts were correct.

"Our date will be in the kitchen... surprise!"

You waved your hands happily as he just stared at you for a few seconds.

"Ren?" you tilt your head as he rubbed his face. "You're a lot of work you know that?" he muttered his tired gaze on you and only you.

A scoff left your lips, "You don't mean that! Right Ren?"

His silence said everything as he went back to the closet to change.

"Ren! No come back!"

Alexis Ness.ᐟ.ᐟ

Ness just got back from training with Kaiser, when we was heading into the bathroom to shower. His eyes spotted you at the bathroom counter wearing a light flowy dress whilst in the midst of fixing your hair.

"Woah hübsche, what's the occasion?" [ᴾʳᵉᵗᵗʸ] he hummed smoothly wrapping his arms loosely around your waist.

"You didn't tell me you were going out with the girls tonight..." he muttered resting his head on your shoulder as he gazed at you through the mirror.

"That's because I'm not, did you forget Alexis?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "Forget what?" he returned.

"Our date." you spoke bluntly.

To say he didn't feel hurt that you would ever think he would forget something as important as a date, deeply hurt him. That's like saying you were questioning his love for you.

Which is something he has proven to you more than once...

"No no we don't have a date... did you get your dates mixed up Y/n? We have one ten six days from now at 4pm at the aquarium but not tonight." he spoke simply with a close eyed smile.

Your eyes widened forgetting how good of a memory he had.

"N...no we have a date tonight... go get ready."

With a small huff Ness went and did as told. His mind racing with ideas of what you were planning. He knew damn well there was no planned date.

Was it a surprise? No you wouldn't have accused him of forgetting if it was...

Just what was his girl plotting?

By the time he was out of the shower and dressed in his nicer wardrome. You were leaning against the door way.

"Wanna know something Alexis?" you asked gazing at your boyfriend. His attention turned you, already noticing you didn't seem to be in as much of a rush as before.

"What hübsche?"

"This was all a prank..."

Your confession made him smile wide. Which confused you heavily.

"What you're not mad or upset? Not even relieved?" you questioned walking up to him quickly.

"I mean you just proved I was right. You know I never forget our dates." he replied, his words sickly sweet. His eyes didn't match his smile as they held more of a warning as if to say "Don't try this again."

Which you most definitley was not going to...

I hope I wrote this to your liking! I had a lot of fun writing this <3

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[technicallyastar]

Dunno if your req are open or if you can do specific unreleased characters yet, but if u don't mind me asking, can you possibly write about Cerulean, Rook, Amarah, Ringmaster, Doombringer and Phosphorus? I noticed you included G666, Azure and ITrapped along with Jane Doe sometimes in your writings despite them also being unreleased yet, so I was wondering if you could possibly write for the characters mentioned above because I really like your writing sm and it would be great if you could write for them too–!!

My requests are always open... Until they're not...

(for the other characters such as Amarah and rook there's just not enough information for me to write them non OCC or informed by my own headcanons and I try in my best to be as close to Canon as possible because I hate mischaracterization and OOC. So forgive me but maybe in the future when more information is given.)

I hope this is to your liking even though!

Laying Their head on S/O's Chest

Curlean

-Ms. “I do what I want” right here just sees an opening and goes for it. As long as you’re in private, of course.

-If you seriously want her to get off she will, but she can tell when you’re just messing with her and plays along with it a bit.

-she can take some teasing, especially if it means she gets to stay like this longer.

-give that forest woman what she wants, she deserves it after all she's been through

---

You blinked and she was there, full weight settling carefully against yours. When you lifted your book to peer down at the shirtless druid who’d joined you in bed, skin still dewy and damp from her bath in the lake. She deigned not to return eye contact and instead nuzzled her jaw into your sternum. Both of her hands wormed their way between the bed and the small of your back and squeezed. Her legs clenched and stretched like a cat, and then she fell still.

“Whatcha doing?” you asked.

“‘M' Tired,” Cerulean said in response, muffled slightly against your chest. Her hair was down, dripping, dampening your shirt.

“I’m sure, it sounded like you ran into Two Time, and how was that?" She groaned in confirmation. “But you know there’s a perfectly good pillow right next to me?” You felt more than saw her lips pull into a smirk.

“I like these better,” she said. “Warmer, softer, and they come with a heartbeat.” To punctuate her point, Cerulean laid her ear right over your heart and settled back in. “Rub my back for me.”

“You’re being awfully demanding,” you replied. “What if I don’t like you laying on me like this, hmm?”

Cerulean groaned louder and made a show of peeling herself away from you. She got as far as elbow-height from your body before you tossed your book away, forcibly hugged her face back into your chest, and locked your legs around her waist. With a short laugh, she collapsed back on top of you. One of her hands ran the length of your side appreciatively while she settled back in, cheeks now well and truly smushed by your bosom.

“You’re the best,” she muttered when your hands began rubbing circles into her shoulders, and after several minutes drifted away to sleep.

Phosphorus

-do you know when you can just look at someone and know that they are no good Like they just have a stink cloud of salt vinegar and everything sinister

-100% does not care he takes what he wants, take that as you will

-Due to the fact that there's not a lot for him in regards to his personality or character so I kept it mostly ambiguous.

---

"I said no." You snarl out reaching out to stop him. As his fingers curl into the flesh of shoulder Phosphorus tugs you rigidly and drags you into his arms. You start you wiggle, snarl, hiss and fight to make him let go, but to your dismay Phosphorus coils himself into the small overhang that sits above the ledge of the map and lodges yourself into the very center of his many coils. He's even beginning to rumble with what you assume is a purr. He's freezing cold to the touch and refuses to even let you make space to breathe.

"Phosp stop it!" You hiss out swatting away his hands that cling to you. Phosphorus keeps trying to rearrange where you lay in his coils. He backs away for a fleeting moment before he comes back and holds you. Thankfully it appears that is all he wants to do. Hold you. Finally accepting that this is where you'll be stuck for awhile you attempt to get some space between his face and your skin. He, thankfully, doesn't react too the jerking movements you make to disjoin yourself. Unlike him, as any distance you make from him he's filling in the space once more.

You wiggle some more, slap him as best as you could with your free hand, before finally Phosphorus has you perfectly snug (and safely) within his hold. Fit to how he wanted you to lay, whatever that may be. "What do you want?" You question again only this time sounding more pissed. He answers with a smile and a pleased hum. So you question him again, "Why are you doing... This?" You scowled once more receiving no answer.

Slowly, he begins to relax within his many coils. His head comes to rest against your chest and you opt to stay still as a log. It takes ages but finally Phosphorus is lulled into their nap. You could still hear the ticking, it sounded close but far off like it was under aerogel. Like white noise, grounding against the deafening beats of your heart.

The ringmaster

"Ringmaster is a huge daredevil; as well as a very self-absorbed narcissist, despite being extremely talented. His obsession with performance and performing dangerous stunts eventually backfires, killing him and about 900 other people"

Not even a drabble, headcannons, none of the sort. But a warning, request this man and I can promise you nothing but terrible terrible things will befall this guy, I love torturing narcissists. Especially narcissist that in endanger others and have no respect for other human life.

Doombringer

-Me doom bringer me good other admin bad

-despite everything, with a partner he's a bit shy about it. He asks first, but he’s just a tiny bit awkward about it.

-Also handles teasing well, as he knows when you’re being serious or not, even if you’re really subtle, he'll reprimand and scold you a bit although.

-So very sweet about it. He just wants to be held. After all he's been through

---

After several long moments holding one another’s stares, and his eyes steadily growing soft, you ventured to ask, “Is everything alright?”

“Ah,” Doombringer finally said. “..

Could I join you?” Seemingly snapped from his trance of staring at you laid upon his quite huge bed, engulfed in your nightwear in his sheets. The book you had occupied long discarded onto the night stand as you say up to give him your full attention. It was domestic...

“Of course you can,” you chuckled. Always cautious, this one. You patted the mattress next to you, and Doom seemed pleased with the offer, but stopped again with just one knee on the bed, vaguely hovering over your reclined form.

“Actually, might I…lay on you?” he asked.

“Feeling a little extra clingy tonight, are we?” you asked back. His head dipped away in embarrassment, but he didn’t retreat from you. He grumbled lowly.

“Can I?”

“Can you?” Your voice dropped low, teasing and suggestive.

“You’re not funny,” he said back, “I will.” Carefully, he slid himself up against your side. His legs tangled with yours, torso half-topping, half-spooning you. He was trying to be mindful of his weight, but when he finally settled and seemed happy with the position, he was coiled around you like ivy. And his head cradled right against your chest.

“I see what this is,” you taunted, unable to resist one more. “You just wanted easy access to the stress balls. Must've been a hard day, hm...” Doom barked a loud laugh in response. He turned his head up as if to say something but cut himself off when your fingers slipped into his hair and began combing through it. The treatment relaxed him, and you two fell gently into intimate silence.

[xescomplex]

L O S T P U P P Y — rick grimes x black!fem reader x daryl dixon

✷ : It had been a couple weeks since y/n arrived at the atlanta camp, everyone started warming up to her, even Daryl and Rick, but what happens when Rick and Daryl go on a run a something happens to y/n

✷ : chapter two: "yall two just love my life huh?" [ see other chapters ]

cw: mentions of daddy issues, walkers, pet names ( pretty, darling, sweet girl, princess ) , rude!daryl at first, a little sexual content ( dry humping, dirty talk, kissing ), age gap ( reader is 19 - 20 and Rick and Daryl are 30 - 40 ), mentions of rape / sa, creepy!Shane, slight daddy kink.

xoxo note: I'm bad at writing summaries so just bare with me + imjustagirlwithdaddyissues.

It had been a few weeks since y/n arrived at the atlanta camp and Y/n sat in her tent, doing her hair. Last week while y/n was on a run with Daryl and Rick, a walker grabbed y/n's ponytail and messed her hair up, she ended up crying the whole way back to camp and complaining that 'she worked so hard on her hair', leaving the two men to comfort her.

Most of the men were hunting so the only men around were dale and Shane. Y/n hated Shane with everything in her, when she first arrived to camp and saw Lorie and Shane sneaking into the woods together, shes hated them both equally because who could hurt such a caring and handsome man like Rick?

Shane came up to y/n's tent, his voice rang out, "knock knock" he said out loud "what?" y/n said half opening the tent "whatcha doin pretty girl" he asked with a creepy smile on his face.

"My hair- what the fuck do you want?" she didn't want to convers with him, he gave her a weird feeling ever since she got to the camp.

"Can I come in?" he said about to put his foot in the tent, "for what?" she kept questioning him, he knew Daryl and Rick weren't around so what was he trying to pull? she couldnt text Carol and tell on him because there's nothing she could possibly do.

"I just wanna come in and watch ya do your hair" he smiled "nah I'm good" she rolled her eyes. She hated men like Shane, dirty disgusting men who think they can have anything or anyone they want.

Lorie stood next to the camper watching the interaction between the man and the young girl, jealousy would cross her face.

"Leave me alone, your lil girlfriend giving me dirty looks" after she said that Shane fully stepped in her tent closing the zipper behind him.

Y/n have him a 'nigga is you coo?' look and pulled her phone out about to text Rick but Shane snatched her phone from her.

"Dude what is your problem?" y/n yelled, "I just wanna talk to you pretty," he ran his hands up and down her shoulders, pushing the girls boobs together with her arms.

Y/n reached behind her a grabbed the knife Daryl gave her as a little gift for just being her, Shane had a tight grip on her, forcing her to lay down on her cot in the tent.

"What are you gonna do to me?" she was scared, no one was around, all the women were down at the lake washing clothes, Lorie sure wouldn't help her and she didn't even know where dale was.

"I just wanna take care of ya" he said as he looked in her eyes rubbing up and down her legs, she looked around for her phone and saw it was next to the opening of the tent. She could stab him real quick, grab her phone and make a run for it towards the woods and hope to run into the other men.

She was about to start screaming but Shane got on top of her, covering her mouth and un-did his pants. She quickly stabbed him in the stomach and while he was still in shock, she pushed him off her grabbing her phone.

It took her a minute to get the zipper open and while she was getting it open, Shane pulled the knife out of his stomach and y/n started to make a run for it.

She didn't make it far before Shane used her own knife to cut her ankle while she was running, she fell to her knees fast, gripping onto her phone as she did.

Shane was slowly getting out the tent with a grunt, as he moved slow, y/n made another run for it and made it to the woods. She got lost and checked her phone, seeing it was on # percent, she called Rick's phone hoping he would pick up while she had enough charge.

"Yes mama," his voice rang through the phone, "please Rick help- Shane tried to force himself on me and cut me and now I'm lost in the woo-" the phone went dead while she was talking.

The girl continued her journey in the woods, y/n had no weapons and her phone was dead, and on top of everything it was getting dark outside.

'im gonna die out here' she thought as she sat down on a Rick by a creek and ripped her grey tank top up to wrap her bleeding ankle and wrapped her small knotless braids up.

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE CAMP, the whole group was panicking, Shane and y/n were gone and there was no sight of where they could have gone.

Lorie stood in the background while everyone made a plan to look for y/n and Shane. Rick and Daryl were fuming, they shouldn't have left her alone here.

Glenn turned his attention to Lorie, "did you see anything?" Lorie shook her head and rolled her eyes, "I don't know why y'all are going through all of this for a girl you just met 5 weeks ago," Lorie laughed thinking someone would agree with her.

"Lorie what is your problem?" Andrea asked, over the last few weeks Andrea and y/n got really close. Y/n taught Andrea to do her own short acrylics and how many ways she could do her blonde hair.

"What? come on there's no way y'all are gonna go through all of this for some slu-" Lorie was cut off by a loud scream heard from the woods.

"Thats gotta be y/n" t-dog said and looked around "okay, t-dog and Glenn y'all stay here Incase y/n or Shane run back to camp and we miss them, Carol get the medical stuff ready and dale you stay on lookout." Rick stated and every nodded their heads.

Carl ran up, "what's going on?" he asked standing in front of his dad. "Nothing, you stay here with your mother, you hear me?" rick asked as he sternly looked at Lorie, Carl nodded his head.

"Daryl lets go," and with the two men ran into the woods, flashlights hand, another loud girlish scream was heard "get off me! get the fuck off me you sicko" they followed the voice and it led straight to y/n.

Daryl saw y/n fighting off a walker and quickly shot it with an arrow, y/n looked up and the shooter. "Daryl!" y/n was happy to see him "oh I'm invisible now?" Rick laughed as he walked over to her checking out her cut.

"Are you okay pretty girl?" Daryl asked as he rubbed her shoulders and the girl flinched, "I'm fine" she smiled.

Rick and Daryl shared glances, "cmon mama we finne get you back to camp" Rick picked the girl up and carried her on his hip as Daryl closely followed behind.

"Can you tell us what happened sweet girl?" Rick asked as they got closer to camp and y/n's lip started to quiver, "i- i- I was doing my hair and-" Daryl felt pity for the girl, she just turned 21 and everything is so over-sitmulating for her.

"Its okay baby, take your time" Daryl said as they got back to the camp and Rick sat y/n on one of the tables and Carol ran up to them.

"Y/n I'm so sorry I wasn't there," Carol almost wanted to cry, y/n was like another daughter to her.

"Its fine, its fine" y/n breathed out, a huge pout on her face.

"Can you tell me what happened now?" Rick as as he backed up enough for Carol to fix up y/n's ankle.

"I was in the tent doing my hair.." Lorie watched from afar as y/n told her story, "and I was almost done before Shane came to the tent he started being weird and I didn't wanna talk to him," y/n put her head down.

"He got into the tent as I went to call Rick.. I saw Lorie looking right at us," everyone turned their head to Lorie.

"You cunt" Andrea turned around and headed for Lorie but t-dog caught her, "what the fuck are you talking about? I wasn't even around! I was with Carol.." Lorie wanted pity from everyone.

"You weren't with me.." Carol rolled her eyes "y/n I'm so sorry"

"Lorie I expected better from you," glenn said "no way you believe her" Lorie laughed.

Rick and Daryl ignored everyone and kept focusing on y/n's story.

"Shane came in and tried to force himself on me," she sighed, Rick felt bad for the girl. The first few weeks y/n was at the camp, she opened up about her father and how he sa'd her, she said "it made me mature faster, I didn't have a childhood."

"What happened after that sweet girl?" Rick as he redid her bun, slowly caressing her face.

"I cut him and ran but he cut me before I got far.. after I ran into the woods I don't know where he went next," Daryl nodded "we gotta find this son of a bitch."

"Everyone stay on lookout, were gonna take y/n to the tent and get her settled." t-dog, dale and Glenn nodded their heads.

Daryl picked y/n up like a baby, tapping her butt twice, "come on doll, lets get you showered."

Rick headed to their tent while Daryl took y/n to the RV to take a shower. Rick needed time to think so he let Daryl and y/n have some alone time.

"How you feeling pretty?" y/n had a sad look on her face "I don't know."

Once Daryl finally got the girl some clothes and good he laid down in the back of the RV with her, rocking her, whispering sweet things into her ear.

'im gonna take care of ya' 'no one can hurt you anymore' 'daddys here sweet girl'

Rick walked in to the RV and watched the two as they bonded, it wasn't too long before y/n fell asleep.

Daryl got up and took her back too the tent but as they were walking back, Shane came back.

xoxo note: stay tuned for part 2 of "y'all love my life huh?" , lol

[lasciviouspoison]

omg hey guyssss!!! this was literally written off the fly, lol. each time i get 🍃 i think abt plug eren and how he’d be obsessed with the pretty college girl he serves to. tw: plug!eren x chubby reader, implied inexperienced reader, implied black reader (anyone can read!!), afab!reader, and, obviously, anything else i missed. not proof read cause idgaf :p

ps. y’all i loved writing this and i love my man. missing him bad :(

plug!eren that loves serving u, his prettiest customer. always makes sure to respond to ur text within the same minute, no matter the condition he’s in.

plug!eren who gets so happy when u ask him to teach u how to roll. each time he’s served u, he’s just brought u pre-rolls since u never bothered to ask for any other rolling materials. but this time, u finally caved and asked him to teach u, saying, “i’m just tired of spending my money on a multiple pre-rolls everyday. i wanna roll for myself” - mind u, eren hasn’t ever charged u.

plug!eren that sees u eyeing him intensely when he starts licking down the sheet, green eyes challenging yours each time he goes to toast the j. he got off on hearing your breath shudder slightly each time he gave it a lick, laughing silently to himself.

plug!eren who watches you smile brightly upon not ripping the sheet (you went through 3 before getting it right). he critiques your j as the two of you hit it, saying u only really needed to work on your mouth piece. however, it was hard for u to digest anything he was saying over the loudness of your thoughts. you couldn’t get the image of eren licking the j out of ur head, wondering if he’d take that much care with u. head between ur legs, using his tongue with the utmost precision. god it’d feel so good -

“whatcha thinkin’ bout pretty girl?” eren’s voice pulls you out of ur thoughts and u smile, not trusting urself enough to express ur feelings without flat out telling him you wanted to fuck.

“i’m just… thinking about everything… you know?” he laughs at the slow pace and raspiness of your voice.

“hmm.. want rennie to make the thoughts go away?”

your head lolls onto the back of the couch and your bra-less chest points toward the sky. he can see the outline of your pierced nipples through your baby pink tank top and he sighs.

the two of you finally make eye contact once more and you lean your head up towards his, eyes deadlocked on his lips.

“please.”

that was all eren needed to hear before engulfing you in his arms. he pulls you onto his lap and runs his hands up the sides of your body, taking extra time to trace the chub that outlines ur tummy.

he drags his thumbs over your nipples causing your body to jerk. he smiles slightly and flicks his eyes up to yours, silver eyebrow piercing glittering in the warm livingroom lighting. he peppers kisses along your jawline before finally kissing your lips. you can’t help but think about how soft his lips are and it makes u let out a soft moan.

he breaks the kiss but never stops rubbing on you, “you taste so sweet. is it ya lipgloss?”

you smile, “yeah. it’s that glossier shit. cookie butter.”

he kisses you again, running his tongue over your lips once he breaks it once more, “i bet your pussy’s sweeter than this though.”

before you can respond, he reaches down into your shorts and plays with the waistband of your panties. rubbing his fingers over the outline of your cunt, causing you to shiver each time.

eren kisses your lips once more and finally touches your bare pussy. once his fingers find your clit, he makes the smallest circles and your hips jerk. he can feel you begin to pull away from the kiss, but his mouth follows you, preventing you from complaining.

he begins to apply a bit more pressure and you ease up in his grip once more. his fingers then travel down further and begin to make their way inside you. unable to hold yourself together, you let out a slight “fuck” and eren groans.

“you’re so fuckin wet. you mus’ really like me, huh baby”. he licks his lips and kisses your neck.

“yes ren… liked you since i first seen you.”, you admit.

eren pulls his head from your neck and grips your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “aww. baby had a crush on ‘er plug. gonna make this pussy feel so good for you, ‘kay?”

after a small yes, eren lays you down gently on your couch and begins to pull your shorts and panties down. your hands go to cover yourself and he pins them to your chest. he then pulls your tank top over your head and leaves the material loosely around your wrists.

immediately after, eren removes his shirt and your eye to eye with his tatted stomach and chest. you knew by his arms he had a lot of ink, but it was never assumed to go this far. his tattoos were so sexy though, they made your mouth water.

eren then began his assault on your neck once more, this time gradually making his way down your body. he ran his tongue over your nipples, releasing each with an obnoxiously loud pop.

as he made his way down your stomach, you could feel him start to lick down your body, making a point to leave a trail of red splotches in his wake.

when his eyes deadlock on your pussy, you can feel eren’s dick jump in his pants. he takes his thumb and pulls the hood of your vagina up, taking his sweet time in admiring your pink pussy.

he licks his lips and smirkss at you before diving head first in between your legs. his long, pink tongue swirls over your clit so gently, it makes you see stars. he licks you just like the sheet, so slowly that it takes your breath away.

he sucks gently on your clit and your hands reach down to run through his hair. your fingers wrap around the root and pull slightly, causing him to groan into your pussy.

his hand runs up your leg and you feel his middle and index finger push into your walls, gently caressing your g-spot.

by this point, your writhing so hard against the bed eren’s had to use all of his strength to restrain you with one hand. and while you knew eren could overpower you, having firsthand proof made you all the more wet.

with a few more licks to your clit, eren found you suddenly tensing up against his tongue, small body shaking and convulsing around his tongue as your orgasm overpowered your senses.

“pretty baby’s never came this hard huh? s’okay, you got somebody to handle you now. i’ll make this cunt cum everyday. my perfect girl.”

with the combination of eren’s dirty words and his gentle caresses against your nipples, it was extremely hard for you to ground yourself within reality. he was too good at sex, especially for someone as inexperienced as you.

eren finally rises and removes his jeans. his black calvin’s cling to his hips and muscular thighs as he drags you by your ankle to the edge of your couch.

he pulls down his boxers and his dick hits his stomach with a dull thud, angry red tip leaving a bit of pre where it made contact with his stomach.

he presses your legs against your body and grips his dick, hard. he runs it through your fold a few times, using the slight curve of his dick to hit your clit each time he got close. he tapped his dick against your clit a few times, and finally slipped it in.

with the two of you simultaneously gasping, eren’s grip on your hips got tighter, desperately trying to will himself to not fully sheath himself inside of you. as he slowly slipped in, he could feel your pussy twitch against him, forcing him to thumb at your clit.

“need ya to calm down baby. gonna squeeze me to death” his voice is rough and restrained, similar to his hips.

you respond, breathless and weak, “m’tryin. feel you s’deep”

his eyes flick up to yours, “oh yeah? where ya feel me baby?”

your head peaks up slightly and eren takes a look at your fucked out face. lips wet, red, and swollen, eyes watery with rosy cheeks. you were so beautiful, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. but, he had a more pressing matter at hand.

your hand reaches down and presses on your stomach, signifying to eren where his dick is inside you. however, you choke out a moan and add onto his ever growing ego, “but i swear ren, i feel you in my throat. you’re just so - fuck - you’re so big” placing much emphasis on big.

his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he looses all composure. his hips snap relentlessly into yours, bullying his cock into your tight pussy. by this point, eren is not only lost in the feeling of your cunt, but knowing that he needs to feel you cum around him.

he keeps a hand locked onto your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. you can see how feral he is behind his eyes and it makes you gush. he’s like a wild animal and it turns you on way more than you ever imagined.

with a particular thrust, eren hits that soft spot inside of you and your legs instinctively lock around his hips. the worldless confirmation was all he needed to continue to hit that special spot inside of you. as the speed of his hips increases, he finally reaches his peak, with that familiar pulse of your pussy shortly following.

a particularly loud “fuck” leaves your mouth at the same times eren grits out your name. his hips operate on autopilot, snapping back into your cunt at a jagged pace.

once eren returns to earth, he sees the white ring of cream you left around the base of his cock. he swipes two fingers down and places them to your lips. “suck”, is all that leaves his mouth and you follow his command.

as eren slowly pulls out of you, your head lolls against the couch and you finally feel yourself catch a breath.

when eren returns, he uses a warm rag to wipe you up before helping you put your clothes back on. after he follows suit, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room.

he sets you down and pulls back your baby pink duvet, tucking you into the blankets. you reach your hand up to him and grab his shirt sleeve, confusion and hurt dancing behind your eyes.

eren kneels beside your bed and pets your hair, “i’m not runnin out on ya y/n. i jus gotta do my job. i’ll be back once im finished, promise.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, and you can hear his shoes scuff against the hardwood floor as your eyes close.

however, hours later, you’re awoken to the sound of knocks at your door and your phone ringing; it’s eren.

“hello?” you answer, voice groggy from sleep.

eren chuckles slightly and lets out a breath, “told you i’d be back ma. lemme in”.

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

Tête-à-Tête: Trois

Rating: Teen

Synopsis: Epic takes his shot. Nightmare underestimates his depravity.

CW: Epic temporarily dies and returns to life. Its played for comedic purposes by both Epic and the narrative, but understandably is unenjoyable

Word Count: 2, 108

Part 1, 2, 3 of A Guardian, A Scientist, and A Parlay

“First up, Cross ain’t nearly as verbose as you, for realzies.” Epic remarked. He leaned himself against the chair with his arms crossed behind his head.

Nightmare blinked. “Realzies?” 

“F’r real f’r real. Ya vibe check?” He gave a thumbs down and blew a raspberry. “Failed. An’ usin’ dat boomer ta get to me? His vibes’re straight up rancid, spittin’ straight facts wi’ dat, not gonna lie, but yo. You’re throwin’ all dat shade at me like I ain’t already drownin’ on my own.” 

Nightmare was stunned. “Is…is this a mental breakdown? A crisis of some kind?” Bewildered, he wondered, “What are you saying?”

“Just dat we could be real sigma skibidi slicers but ya got all da Ohio and none o’da rizzler.

“Is this a stroke? Can your kind have strokes?”

“I’m sayin’ what I’m sayin’, ya dig?”

“Saying what?”

Epic’s eyes crinkled into upturned crescents. “Sayin’ like a straight up Saiyan lmao.”

Nightmare’s eye twitched. “You’re saying what?!”

“Naaaah, I ain’t Saiyan, bruh! I’m jus’ sayin’ what I’m sayin’.”

Before Nightmare could give in to the urge and leap across the table to strangle him with his bare hands, Epic inquired, “Whatcha reading?”

It’s random enough that it throws the guardian off kilter and he answers honestly, “The Picture of Dorian Gray.” 

“Aw sheeet, really?” Epic whistled lowly, impressed. “Dat one’s wild. Mah best bruh wuz so uptst bowt Basil, brah, an’ I’m wit’ him mahn. If it weren’t foh dat one bastard, Dorian an’ Basil would’ve behn OTP an’ everiethin wud be sunshine an’ rainbuws.”

“If you wish for this game to be played well, lest at all,” Nightmare spat irritably, “Then use that silver tongue well instead of spouting rot like an illiterate.”

“Hmm, ya got me.” Epic waved his gloved hands in a mimicry of jazz. “But foh one as well-versed as u, sureleh u can rerd betwehn teh lines?”

Nightmare huffed. “Ah yes,” he rolled his eye, “asinine nonsense is so worth the effort of parceling though. Last warning.” 

His tendrils sharpened, razor-edged tints gleaming menacingly within the tarred corruption, “Speak proper or invoke your own pain.”

“Aw,” Epic pouted. “An’ I was jus’ ‘bout to tell ya about the Sigma of the Ohio, gooning to the gyat—” 

SHINK!

“Oh would ya look at dat.” Epic said cheerfully. “I’ve been impaled.”

Epic hummed. Idly poking the tendril jutting out of him, he scrubbed the viscous tar that clung to the edge of his distals and curiously brought it to his mouth. Nightmare’s narrowed eye widened, gaping as he watched in dumbfounded silence as Epic licked his mouth in quick, kittenish blips whilst cleaning the distal phalanx of the corruption coating it with his tongue. 

“Huh. Tastes like bitter apple tart.” He mused. 

Nightmare’s mouth opened and closed. Epic was blathering something about “bridges” and desiring more “polin” moments within adapted screenplay, but any comprehension of his commentary was lost in the storm of the supposed guardian’s tumultuous thoughts. 

Such strange, utterly perplexing behavior. To what purpose? To what end? Didn’t the novels purport that tasting another was a means of enticement? Erego, was this…flirting? 

Was seduction this truly beguiling bastard’s method of further confoundment? 

“I’m not interested!” He snapped. It was most certainly not an undignified squawk! 

“Huh?” Epic slow-blinked in confusion. “What — oh. Oh. Oh, honey,” Epic guffawed. “You’re so not my type.” 

“Excuse you?!”

“You’re excused babes.” 

SHINK! 

Epic’s impudence earned him another impalement of the tentacle persuasion, yet his shit-eating grin remained, entirely unfazed by the two razored tendrils protruding from his abdomen and the fuchsia blood that dripped out the corners of his mouth. 

“I like ‘em cuter than you,” Epic simpered. “And a lot more fun ta hang wit’.” 

Nightmare sneered, unimpressed. “What, like Ccino?”

The skeleton hummed in contemplation. “Waz thinkin’ ‘bout someone else, but Bunbun is mad cute tbh. Mehbe a coffee date or two, if Ccino was down, he’s such a snacc dat he ate and left no crumbs. Did ya see those bunny ears on his hoodie? Ugh, totes adorbs. Ngl I just wanna squish dem kawaii cheeks on dat cute face an’ nomnomnom. Prolly tastes like mochi.”

Nightmare’s eye twitched. He wondered if corrupted pseudo skeleton pyro-elemental demigods could have aneurysms.

And promptly mulled after that over his inaugural desire of wanting to strangle someone with his bare hands and not his tentacles.

“Aw, don’t be jelly jus’ cuz ya don't get mey magic goeng. I mean jus’ look atcha bruh.” Epic gestured to Nightmare. “What’s da dealio wit’ yo’ threads, brah?” 

The utter nerve of this mongrel! “My attire is impeccable—”

“Bitch please. Ain’t even tryin’ to level up ya L ratio wi’ cheugy an’ went all muggy.”

Nightmare’s eye twitched.

“Totally gonna kiki wi’ Sugar later when we’re sharin’ da T an’ laughin’ ova ya discolored hobo basic bitch Sans lookin’ ass—”

SHINK!

Fuschia blood splattered onto the table cloth, discoloring the porcelain in sanguine blotches. “Wow, ya really dig impaling me, huh? Try an’ keep it in ya pants Hentainess.”

Infuriating, knavish, orgiastically lush myopic bastard!

“How dare you! I am a god above you miserable ants, and I will crush you like the bug you are—!”

“Ha, frfr? King of negativity?” Epic snickered derisively. “Moar liek keng of trash ya basic, overrated, goopy takoyaki beta cuc—”

SHINK!

SHINK!

SHINK!

The lights flickered, cats hissing and meowing as a few dogs barked and ran with their friends elsewhere as the shadows converged, bathing the room in darkness. From the shadows Nightmare loomed, tentacles writhing angrily behind his amorphous form as he loomed above Epic, his infuriated snarl separating his face into petals of viscera as raggedly sharp teeth shook with his roar, row after row of fangs converging into a spiral deep within the darkness of his mouth as he shrieked in rage. 

SHINK!

SHINK!

SHINK!

His undulating tentacles converged, rapidly piercing through Epic’s body in a brutal series of strikes until Nightmare paused, chest heaving whilst his form trembled with fury, and multiple tentacles protruded from Epic’s chest. From the wounds fuchsia stained his soft cable-knit sweater, soaking the material and damaging it irreparably. 

Epic coughed, blood pouring from his mouth. He reached for his napkin to wipe his mouth as he continued to hack up more and more of the viscous fluid and clear his false throat.

Still, the sight wasn’t nearly enough to appease the enraged Guardian, eyelight a deadly slit as he hissed, his forked tongue flickering between his fangs.

“I will make you suffer a slow, miserable death surrounded by the remains of the ones you love you wretched, perverse—!”

“Ooooooh, yeeeeees,” Epic arched his back, his purr more of a garbled, cluttered sound from metaphysical lungs drowning in blood. “Stab me harder octodaddy~” He rasped.

…

WHAT.

THE.

FU—

Viscerally jolting, Nightmare gaped, immediately retracting all his tentacles in one abrupt pull that made Epic’s body slam head first onto the table. Nonexistent mind bloated with static clogged his hearing, the disgruntling sound of cervical vertebrae breaking going unheard, Epic’s body stilling.

It didn’t matter that he hadn’t sensed an iota of lust from Epic in what was clearly an act to unsettle him. The mere fact that someone would be so uncouth — with his (technically) body parts inside them — and then say that — !

He felt so, so unclean.

While Nightmare gagged, dryly retching to the side of the table, body racked by terrorized shudders and a nonexistent gut determined to upheave its contents, Epic slowly rose from the table with a groan. 

His head jolted, flinging itself far to the side and then back to the center in a sharp crack as his broken neck repaired itself, blood and bones squelching amid a miniscule vortex of swirling dust. His right socket was empty, only the haunting magenta of his Eye lighting up his scarred socket and illuminating the void within his skull as his body continued to crack and convulse.

Broken ribs and pseudo flesh winded and converged in brilliant, blinding spirals of mana, abruptly reforming to its previous state of matter from the fallen dust of its body.

When his ribs cracked back into place Epic’s eyelight returned and he sighed, rolling his head and shoulders with a low groan before he jolted one last time as consciousness and bodily autonomy were regained. 

“Shit, that was a new way to die.” Epic coughed, clearing his throat of lingering dust. “What was that? Death number 20,000? 60,000?” It was rhetorical. Not like Nightmare would’ve known, or be deigned to answer anyway, teal blush betraying his conflicted though largely horrified emotions. 

“Can’t say it was original though. My old man stabbed me to death once. Though it was with bones instead of tentacles. Hmm. Anyways. Ya good there?”

Nightmare stared back at him, unseeing. Slowly rocking back and forth in an upright fetal position. “Your mind is filthy.”

“Lmao, if you think that joke was bad you should see my hentai zines.”

Nightmare was about to give in and leap across the table to strangle him with his bare hands when Epic caught him off guard yet again, swiftly diverging their conversation. 

“Oh hey, speaking of the unappreciated arts, do ya like poetry?”

Wary, Nightmare enunciated slowly, “...yes?”

“Coolio, mind if I get your unbiased third party perspective on this little ditty I made for my homies?” Epic posed dramatically, one hand over his Soul and the other resting atop his foreskull. “Gotta let ya homebois know they’re appreciated. Ahem!”

He began, cadence low and melodic as though the prose he spun were Shakespeare’s finest. But what came out of his mouth that had Nightmare tasting rainbows in his mouth was:

“Ain’t nobody betta den da GOAT, da squad dat’s on fleek.”

Nightmare had long lost the hope of deciphering the madness that fell from his questionably silver tongue and could only watch helplessly, a haunted gleam in his eye as Epic butchered vernacular with a charming grin and cheerfully set its corpse aflame.

“U got da whole Chromatic Crew hustlin’, dis fam don’t play baby we stay bussin’! Full o’ peeps dat are straight up cuties, no cap, got dem gucci an’ menty b vibes. Da Skittles Squad are da best, no jive!” 

Jumping atop his seat, Epic concluded his recital with a flourished bow, curtsying and bowing as cats and dogs meowed and barked in applause. Or they were glad he was safe after Nightmare killed him. Hard to say.

Epic caught a rose that was thrown at him with his teeth and winked in the direction it was thrown in. He blew a kiss as he waved, the skeleton that had thrown the flower blushing shyly and ducking back to his corner at having been noticed. 

“TY, TY,” Epic thanked as he sat back down, “Prayer hands and heart emojis fo’ all y’all.”

Nightmare blinked away the odd stinging in his eye. He wiped his socket dry, then gazed down at the translucent water on his claw. He was…crying??

“What in hell?”

“Yee I tend ta have dat effect.”

Nightmare lifted his stare to Epic, saying nothing.

“Oh, dat reminds me.” Epic pulled out 20G from his inventory and shoved the coins into his pocket. “Note to self: pay back KitKat later fo’ Skittlez.”

Nightmare already knew he’d regret asking, yet still, the cerebration of unknowing anything plagued him, and he slowly queried, “A what?”

“Skittles Squad! Kill la Kill coined it, so I owe him now.”

“...What.”

“Yep, patented it and everything.”

Nightmare resisted the way his false throat tickled, fearing that if he coughed, he’d see a rainbow splattered all over his claw. Disbelieving, his eye pierced the dichotomy of a grin so sweet and endearing and somehow irritatingly cocky and frivolous all in one. 

How much more of this inane babble could he withstand? Truly, whose will would ever be able to gaze into the pandemonic abyss of this clearly unwell mind and maintain its sanity?

“I also wrote a Vocaloid fan song in case my ultimate waifu, GILF Miku, ever came to life and wanted to date —”

He knew one thing for certain: he’d been violated mentally long enough.

“STOP!” Nightmare roared beseeched. “Just — stop!” He put his head in his hands, both to make sure blood wasn’t leaking from his acoustic meatus and to carry his weary skull. “I implore you, Epic...Stop.”

He’d had enough. 

Epic’s smile remained as his eyelights glittered somberly. 

He set the rose that he’d been fiddling with in his hands gently down on the table and leaned back in his chair. “Do you concede defeat?”

[headkiss]

annaaa im rewatching cm again and reentering my hotch phase and u are my ultimate favorite hotch writer so may i please beg for something sweet with him? maybe like making dinner or doing some other activity together? of course this is totally absolutely no pressure at all thank u i love u <33

kait my love angel bae i am so honoured to be ur fav hotch writer 😭🫶 this one’s for u and i hope u like it!!! | 0.6k of fluff

Aaron can hear you moving about in the kitchen when he gets home.

It’s something he’s had a hard time getting used to, the intimacy of it all. The sound of pots clanging and spoons scraping dishes as you stir things. It’s the reminder of having someone there, of never really being alone. Sure, he’s not used to it, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s good at being quiet, has to be for his job, so he shuts the door softly behind him and toes off his shoes. Sneaking down the hall, he spots you through the doorway of the kitchen, your hair up, back of your neck exposed.

Hotch leans a shoulder against the doorframe and watches you cook for a little, the stress of the day sort of melting away as he does.

You only catch him when you turn around, jumping and dropping the spoon you’d been holding onto the counter. “Aaron!” His name is dragged out in a whine, “you’ve gotta stop doing that.”

“Watching you cook?”

“Using your agent feet on me.”

He huffs a laugh at that one, a smile spreading over his face freely the way they seem to spread around you.

“Whatcha making?”

“Just some pasta. You wanna help?”

You offer him an apron, the neck dangling from your fingertips. Aaron takes it easily, tossing it over his button up that he’d worn to work. It’s a funny juxtaposition, the crisp state of his shirt and the stained canvas he wears over it.

“Where do you want me, chef?”

Whenever Aaron’s gone, you tend to worry and worry. That he’ll get hurt, that he’ll get tired of juggling you and his work. Then, he comes home to you, putting on your apron without complaining, and you’re not so worried anymore, because it makes sense. Having him beside you makes sense.

You grin at him over your shoulder, now turned back to the boiling water on the stove, “there’s some veggies in the fridge if you wanna cut those?”

“‘Course.”

As he walks behind you to get to the fridge, he pauses to push a kiss into the side of your neck, his arms weaving around your waist. You lean into his touch like an instinct, like there’s a string that shortens whenever he’s near, tugging the two of you towards each other.

You’re lucky to get him this way. Where everyone else sees Hotch, you only see Aaron.

Conversation comes easy as you cook together, Hotch getting a cutting board and setting himself up at the counter next to the stovetop. Not the most functional spot, but it’s the one closest to you, so he chooses it anyway.

Aaron’s not one to open up quickly. He doubts himself, questions whether he’ll be too much for the other person, worries that they’ll get fed up with his scattered schedule and leave. And then he met you and things were different.

He’d had to cancel your second date because of a case, and you’d barely blinked, telling him on the phone that the anticipation will only make it so much better, that it isn’t his fault and you’d be there when he got back. You said all of the right things and he sent you flowers and that was the start of the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Now, you live together and your toothbrushes share the same countertop and it might not be perfect all of the time but it’s as close as possible, he thinks.

“Hey. Try this for me?” You’re holding out a spoon, a little bit of pasta sauce on the end, your free hand cupped underneath it to catch any that might fall. “Please?”

You never need to say please with him, Aaron thinks, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like the way it sounds in your voice.

He leans towards you, bending to taste what you’re offering him.

“It’s perfect, sweetheart.”

Hotch isn’t lying, but even if it wasn’t perfect, he’d still tell you it was. If only to see the way your face lights up with your smile, the way you bounce a little on your feet.

[engiebabey]

AAAAAA your fics are so cute!!! :D I rlly loved ur babysitter scout hcs, I was wondering if I could rq a oneshot of scout finding out that reader regresses? :> /nf thank u!

—@little-t-rex-boi

of course!! i love writing for him (i say that abt all the mercs tho teehee). regression age is not mentioned but it's somewhere between 2-4! reader uses sippy and a pacifier. this was a little shorter than i wanted it to be so i'll probably expand on it in the future!

warnings: use of pacifier, use of sippy cup

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Today had been great. You had spent the afternoon chilling around the base with the other mercenaries, as it had been a day off from battle. The opportunity for rest was always a great surprise, and you just had to take the chance to use it to its fullest

Evening was approaching quickly, though, and you were starting to regress for nighttime, a habit you found yourself slipping into. You were small enough that you had stopped talking in full sentences and had opted out of playing poker, instead choosing to watch as the men gathered around the table competitively.

"Hey, ya sure you don't wanna play?" Scout asked, noticing that you were quieter than usual. He didn't want to make you feel left out. "There's always room for one more, ya know."

When you shook your head "no" instead of giving a real response, he raised an eyebrow, but turned back to his set of cards anyways. He could tell something was up, but chose not to mention it in front of the others.

Eventually, you toddled off, not wanting to fully regress with the rest of the team present. As you retreated to your living quarters, you retrieved your paci, humming to yourself as you sucked on it and pulled out your coloring book to play with.

It had only been a half hour until the team was done with their game, and Scout was suspicious on where you had gone off to. He slunk past the others to go looking for you, standing in front of your door for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking.

"Uh, hey Y/N, don't tell me you're sleepin' already, it's only 6pm!" he says from the other side of the closed door. When he doesn't get a response, he tries again, "You in there?"

Gently, he pushes the door to find it unlocked, swinging open. There you are, sat on the floor with a pacifier in your mouth, scribbling nonsense onto a picture of Pinkie Pie, making little noises.

When you hear Scout come in, your head whips around, but you make no urgent move to cover yourself, too regressed to care. The both of you stare at each other for a moment, his eyes dropping to the different aspects you've got around you before speaking again.

"Y/N.. you alright? What's all this?" he asks. No answer again, you just coo and look at him with round, curious eyes. "Okay. Whatcha doin'?"

He sits next to you on the ground, pointing to your pictures. "You, uh, like drawin'?" He's unsure what to say, not wanting to upset you. However, you seem perfectly fine and happy with yourself, so he rolls with it.

You gently start to grab for his hat, your little fingers gripping the brim as you tug at it, wanting it. "Whatcha doin' kid, you want my hat?" he chuckles, taking it off his own head and setting it on yours. "That's pretty cute." he says aloud, looking at you with your pacifier and his hat, blinking up at him.

You pat your own head, now covered by his hat, and reach behind you to curate your sippy cup. Using two hands, you hold it up a little too close to Scout's face, speaking for the first time in a few hours. "Juice?" you mumble from around your paci.

"You want juice, kiddo?" he smiles softly, taking the cup from your hands. "Alright, let's go get juice." He stands up, shaking his hand for you to grab. When you clutch on to only one of his fingers, his heart melts.

"Big brudder," you mutter, following after him as he leads you to the kitchen. He stops for a moment, reeling at the fact that you called him that on your own.

"Yeah, toots? Ya need somethin' else?"

"No," you shake your head, "Jus' like you, see." You point to the hat again. "Match."

"Yeah, kid, I see." Scout gives you a toothy grin, placing his free hand on your head and ruffling it a little.

"Just like big brother."

[destroyerofgirls]

Hi this is kinda weird but can we have a forcemasc post for the weird loser"girls"? Like "girls" who are actually boys but stay girls because being a loser as a girl feels more...acceptable? Like people see her as "haha quirky" and him as "gross"? If not that's okay! Thank u <3

Sorry it took so long to answer. It's taken me forever to think of a response. This one is certainly something

TW: noncon/rape, kidnapping, drugging, degradation, and yes, this is all fucking fantasy!!

Hey sweetheart, you seem interesting. What's a guy like you doing here on a Thursday night?

Huh? No way dude, what's your name?

Nah, I'm not calling you that. So, you waiting for some friends? Or are you here alone tonight? Telling a stranger you're alone? You're just begging for it

Not many friends huh? We can be friends. Yeah, it'll be cool.

Whatcha into?

Rad, not a lotta people are into those types of things.

Crazy thought, why don't you come back to my place? C'mon dude, it'll be fun, it's not like I'm gonna rape you or anything;

~

Yeah, it's nothing nice, but it suffices. You got a nice place?

Cool, where? Giving your address to strangers? Risky

Aw, yeah, my buddy lives around there. Hey maybe we can all hangout sometime! And use your little fag holes

You want something to drink? I gotchu. Seriously? Taking drinks from strangers? You really are pathetic

Here ya go. So tell me more about your hobbies! I'd love to hear more. I'd love to see you slowly slip into unconsciousness

~

Good morning sunshine. Shhhh don't make a sound.

Yeah, you're all tied up, you have nowhere to go. Isn't it unfortunate? You should really be careful. Being that gross can attract creeps like me. Lesson learned, huh.

You look confused? What's on your mind, sweet boy?

Okay, so if not "gross" then what? Weird?

Nah, you're definitely gross. I mean, all that shit you were talking about is gross. You're gross. You're a gross stupid faggot. I mean god, not even an hour and you gave me all your personal information. You're desperate.

We're gonna turn that image that you have in that silly brain of yours, the one of how you're just a weird girl. And we're going to change it, you're a man. I'm going to teach you how to be a man. How to fuck like a man. How to be comfortable as a man.

You're not saying no. You must want it. Shut up, fag, class is about to begin.

[mamasech]

Truten fic WIP

[I’m getting back into writing and I’ve been working on a Truten fanfic. I want to post it already but it’s not done so here’s a teaser. Set in Age 796.]

Trunks stretched as he tossed his pen onto the desk, glancing at the clock. Jeez, when did it get so late? He rubbed his face with one hand and reached for his phone.

-9 new messages-

Goten was going out to a party and had begged Trunks to come along. Some other time, had been Trunks’ response. He had too much work to catch up on and he wasn’t really a big drinker. He never really allowed himself the time to and he didn’t like wasting a day recovering when he could be doing something productive.

Trunks tapped on the notification to open the texts from Goten.

[7:24pm] bro im telling u this party is gonna be rad u cant miss it

[7:24pm] we never get a chance to go out come onnnn

[8:17pm] oh shit I think I just saw ur sister

[8:18pm] wait nvm not her lmao

[9:51pm] hey u big nerd thers arm wrstling come fihjt me likea man

[10:09pm] [video message]

[10:12pm] HSJAGSHSHAHSJAH SJE FUCKN DROPPED HIS ASSDSD

[10:26pm] poopin wyd

[10:31pm] truuuuuuuuuuuuunk

Trunks smiled and rolled his eyes. Tapping on the video, it opened to a close-up of Goten’s face. His expression was relaxed and bearing a dopey grin. The camera swayed and bobbed as he spoke loudly over the music.

You’re never gonna believe it. Look what I found. The frame shifted to the side to reveal Bulla mirroring Goten’s expression. Her cheeks were flushed and she smiled widely before poking her tongue out at the phone.

Hey loserrrrr. She giggled and Goten pointed the camera back to himself, beginning to taunt. Ohhhhhh! You gonna take that bro? What you gonna do huh? Whatcha gonna dooo? Bulla patted Goten’s shoulder and turned to approach the group behind them. He watched her go for a moment, then turned back to his phone.

Nah but for reals you should come hang this party’s great I think it would be good for you yeah? I think so. I’m glad we agree so I’ll see you soon. Behind him, Bulla seemed to be getting into a heated argument with a guy. Goten continued his drunk rambling at his phone.

If I don’t see you here in five minutes I’m gonna fly over there and drag you back here and you’re gonna get drunk with me and it’s gonna be- He cut himself off and turned sharply to the commotion behind him.

Oh shit, Bulla’s gonna fight this guy I gotta see this. Hurry your ass up bro- Goten stumbled onto his feet and turned his attention to the gathering group of people.

Oy let me ref, let me ref- The video ended abruptly on a blurred image of half of Goten’s head.

Trunks groaned as he dropped his phone, kneading his eyes with the heels of his palms. Bulla was still underage. He wasn’t sure what his parents would think if they knew about her sneaking out. Vegeta was always protective of her but also knew she could hold her own. Bulma might have stopped her from going, out of principle. But if she found out Trunks knew about this and didn’t do anything, it would be his ear that would get chewed off. Trunks let out a sigh and got up to fetch his jacket.

[To be continued…]

[babyanderson]

hi! jus had a bad fight w my parents so wld love some fluff w abby &/or ellie comforting u with yummy food and stuffies :((( ty!

hi love! m sorry you had a fight with ur parents i know what it’s like :( but can talk to me about anything!! always!!! hope u love this <33

cgs!ellabs x little!reader

settled down on the sofa, you flick through the endless shows and movies on netflix, fighting back tears threatening to spill from your eyes. you sniffle as someone catches your eye, walking into the room. ellie, followed by abby, walk in, their hands behind their backs. they both sit either side of you, facing you.

“hi, baby. whatcha doin’?” ellie asks, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek. you lean back into abby’s chest, her arm wrapping around your waist.

“lookin’ for movie. what you got?” you ask, leaning up to look behind both of the girls. they gasp, hiding it even more, making you smile. you look up at abby, frowning.

“mama? mama tell me? please?” you ask more, your bottom lip stuck out. she shakes her head, kissing your forehead.

“know you’ve had a bad day, baby, so your mama and i wanted to make you feel a little better. wanna see what we got?” abby says, making you nod quickly. they both bring their hands in front of you, showing you what they got. abby holds a stuffed pink bunny in her hands and ellie holds boxes of muffins, cookies and a whole fruit salad consisting of strawberries, watermelon, grapes, mango - everything!!

your eyes widen as you tackle abby into a hug, then the same to ellie.

“woah- baby! careful! crazy girl,” ellie exclaims, kissing all over your face. you giggle, sitting back on abby’s lap, the bunny on your own.

“thank you, mama!” you kiss abby’s cheek.

“thank you, mama!” you kiss ellie’s cheek.

you sit back on the sofa, your bunny in your lap and your mamas by your sides, cuddled under your blankets.

“ooh! i love this episode!” ellie says as the fifth episode of your show came on.

“mama, you say that after every one! silly,” you giggle, leaning your head against abby’s shoulder. taking a cookie from the box, you hold it up to abby’s mouth. she takes a bite and then so do you.

“feeling any better, baby?” she asks as you nod, cuddling into her warm body.

[hunterbunter3000]

ok so I've had this in my memory for ages and i can so imagine Sweetheart having this as a tattoo on her back, like the angel wings tattoos that are the complete length of your back so and the crescent on her neck like oml like its barely visible from under her shirts and it just makes her neck look that much more delectable plus the contrast from the womb tattoo to the angel like wings is a sight to see, makes the boys go feral (especially soap once he sees it, he didn't notice before cuz he was too short lol)

IM GOING FERALLLLL

THIS IS AMAZING FOR SWEETS HOLY COW

The original idea was that she was going to have two pieces, high and low tattoos, the low one was something like this:

But then I scrapped that, and she was just gonna have a regular back tattoo (like a big one or one in the middle of her back), and it was gonna be something like this:

B U T that changed and the new idea was that the back tattoo was traveling on her body, like coming to her collarbone and neck, and coming down her arms (which is talked about in the 18+ Gaz ask), something like this:

BUT GOOODDDDDD YOURS IS SO SICK GREMLIN

Like I can see her getting it because a friend told her that it'll look so cool, not telling her what it means. (As you said, it looks like angel wings) and then that friend dies, not telling her the meaning. (Her friend told her to get it because Sweetheart is like an angel)

Sfw

(Just kinda sensual teehee)

Cw.: biblical talk (angels), so much praise, overstimulation (sweets cries), bit of angst and feels, (idk if this counts as angst? I'm still learning what's angst and what's not😭) soap is so down bad he's speaking in Scottish Gaelic-- it's translated by Google so I'm sorry beforehand! He talks so damn much, I went overboard 💀 the translation is at the end!

So skip ahead to the now, she's taking care of some wounds she got from a mission, with her shirt off and hair down, wrapping her ankle with concentrated eyes. She doesn't hear Soap knock on her door, and she doesn't hear his little gasp. She also doesn't hear him walk slowly towards her, but she does feel thick, warm fingers move some of her hair and trail down her back. She jolts, turning around abruptly. Her tense shoulders relax, seeing it's only her best friend.

She needs to be more vigilant.

"Jeez, Soap," She chuckles, "You scared me."

His eyes are wide, skin flushed with pink and breaths uneven.

"Tha mi duilich..." he mutters breathlessly. Sweetheart cocks an eyebrow. "Whatcha say?" Soap sucks in a breath and closes his eyes tightly. It's like he's telling himself something.

"Sorry, I'm - I said I'm sorry." Sweetheart nods, "Oh, that's cool! Is that like- Gaelic or somethin'?" Soap nods as if he's in a trance, eyes still focused on her back. Her glowing, hunched over back with the mark of an angel. It has to be. Different scars align on her skin, some in different lengths, some overlapping others, and many that are jagged.

But the beauty of the tattoo is still relevant.

Sweetheart calls out his name softly to get his attention but fails. His mind is hazy, and too many thoughts going through him. The waves of heat pulse on his skin and insides as he gets closer to her back.

Sweetheart doesn't feel comfortable, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable at the same time. She sees him get on his knees and reaches out for her, but freezes. He turns his head and shuts his eyes again, having mental turmoil with his actions. He stares into her eyes, asking her if he can touch it. Feel it.

Admire it.

Her eyes flutter, looking back at him one last time, she shifts her hair to one side, combing the curls with her hand, showing more of the tattoo that goes up to the nape of her neck and around her shoulders. Her actions speak a million words to him.

You can touch it. But please, be gentle.

She hears him whine- whine-- and his palms are clamping on her back immediately.

"Tha e cho breagha. Fuck, bidh thu mar bhàs dhomh, leanabh." His hand slides around to her tummy, tracing the heart to her womb tattoo since he remembers where it's located, engraved- burned-- into his memory. "Ach bheir thu air ais beò mi le seo," His voice is but a whisper over her back, the woman confused if he's talking to her or the tattoo. She feels plush lips where the blade is located. Oh god--

He's kissing it.

Sweetheart shivers, a whiny moan bubbling in her throat, but she covers her mouth with her shaky hand. She hears him mumble Gaelic again, but it doesn't feel like he's talking bad about it. It feels good, warm. Like he's praising it.

Worshipping it.

His other hand feels her skin all over her side, up her back till he reaches her shoulder. "Bha fios agam gu robh thu a 'falach rudeigin fo na turtlenecks sin, brèagha. Bha an corp seo an-còmhnaidh a’ falach rudeigin. Air do ghualainn," His fingers trail on the lines of the angel-like wings, "Air do ghualainn," They snake upwards and around, the pads feeling the bumps of scars and the outline of ink. "Suas do mhuineal."

Sweetheart whimpers, shivering under his touch. Her shoulders cave in, and she bends more forward. She feels his lips trail up her heated skin, wet with love and praise from the scotsman. She knew he loved her tattoos that she showed him, but she never thought he would do something like this.

Did he really like them that much? Did he really like her that much?

Soaps breath shudders on the halo, feeling her goosebumps form and hairs sticking up, hands raking up and down the spiked angel wings.

"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."

"I'm- I'm sorry...?" Why is she apologizing? She felt like she needed to apologize for something she did but didn't understand what he said. She was going to speak again, but the gentle lull of his shushing in her ear stopped her.

"Òr 's a tha mise air do chràdh agus an dubh a tha air do chorp naomh. Tha am peant dubh maireannach a th’ agad a’ toirt ort coimhead ethereal. Fuck, chan eil fhios agam carson a tha thu a’ còmhdach seo. Bidh thu a’ faighinn cho togarrach rium a h-uile uair a thig thu faisg orm, agus a bhith faicinn an ealain a th’ agad air do bhodhaig na urram ann fhèin. Tha do bhòidhchead tarraingeach, aingil. Chan eil fios agad dè an ìre de chumhachd a tha agad thairis air na fir a tha a 'coiseachd air an talamh seo."

If he keeps going, she's gonna pass out at this rate.

His growly, Scottish drawl always made Sweetheart heat up and melt. But this - this carnal, whispering preaching onto her skin - it's too much, overflowing her cup to the point that it spills all over the floor.

"Mar a chuirinn seachad mo làithean uile ag innse dhut mar a tha thu mar thiodhlac bho na nèamhan. Cha bhithinn leisg a dhol air mo ghlùinean agus mo dhìlseachd gu lèir a thoirt dhut a h-uile latha." He mumbles, lips talking against her skin like he's muttering scriptures to the ink.

With his blue eyes half-lidded, his hands slide down her shoulder blades and back up, his touch so gentle like feathers and silk, down to the small of her back, where the blade ends.

"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."

"Johnny..." Sweetheart calls out, mysterious want laced in her voice. She doesn't know why he acts like her tattoos are sacred. She doesn't know why she feels tears forming. Her eyes flutter back when his thumbs massage her hips.

He hums, "An ann air sgàth sin a fhuair thu seo? A chionn gu bheil thu bho na nèamhan? Tha e ciallach nam biodh tu. Archangel, a 'stiùireadh shaighdearan gu cogadh le do bhall-airm, ceannardas, agus làmh an uachdair."

Her breath hitches. Archangel?

Why did he say that?

He thinks she's an angel? One of the heavenly hosts, a dispenser of justice and bringer of hope.

Oh my God.

If he thinks that she's like an archangel, then that's the best compliment she has ever gotten.

She feels tears coming down her cheeks, the heavy feeling in her head and warmth coursing through her veins. She remembers when her old high school friend from home told her to get this piece as a tattoo since she had trouble figuring out what to get. She was so excited, kept asking her every day what it meant or what significance it had with Sweetheart, but all she kept saying was, "You'll figure it out."

Sweetheart asked sporadically when her friend was in the hospital. Her answer was always the same.

Sweetheart stopped asking completely when her friend was buried next to her family. She didn't give an answer anymore.

She covers her mouth again to stop a choked sob, tears streaming down her face.

Her friend knew.

"Fiù 's nuair a tha thu air do dhòrtadh ann am fuil an nàmhaid, tha thu fhathast a' seasamh àrd ann an neart, misneachail, nad ghlòir gu lèir. A ’coimhead thairis air a h-uile duine, a’ cuideachadh neach sam bith ann an fheum leis a ’ghàire radanta sin."

Soap knows.

"Ged nach fhaicear do sgiathan, bidh iad fhathast a 'deàrrsadh fon t-solas a tha a' gluasad bho do shàil. An dòchas agus an gaol a bheir thu do dhaoine ... bheir e orm tuiteam air do shon eadhon nas motha a h-uile uair."

And now Sweetheart knows.

He kisses her shoulders, neck, and spine- all the way down to the tip of the blade. He could kiss this skin forever, hearing her soft moans and whimpers. Soap hears her little hiccups and moves to face her. He tenderly cups her jaw and slowly lifts, seeing her big, glistening eyes look up at him. Her damp cheeks, creased eyebrows, and wobbling bottom lip melts his heart. He looks at her with such fondness and love in his eyes, Sweetheart is sure that she will pass away. He brushes her hair out of her face as if she's made out of the finest china.

"Oh, mo ghràidh, mo leannan."

He cranes his neck down, soft swollen lips meeting her forehead. Sweetheart's eyes close, clumped with tears, leaning into his kiss and clutching his hand.

"Mo aingeal dìon."

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Translation:

It's so beautiful. Fuck, you'll be the death of me, baby. But you'll bring me back to life with this. I knew you were hiding something under those turtlenecks, beautiful. This body was always hiding something. On your shoulders... Up your neck. I wish you didn't hide from me, my love. I love you all, and that will never change.

You have nothing to apologize for, my darling, my heart. Words can not describe how much I ache for you and the ink that's on your holy body. The black permanent paint you have makes you look ethereal. Fuck, I don't know why you cover this. You get me so excited every time you come near me, and to see the art you have on your body is an honor in itself. Your beauty is alluring, angelic. You don't know how much power you hold over the men that walk this earth.

How I would spend all my days telling you how you're a gift from the heavens. I would not hesitate to get on my knees and give my devotion to you every day.

Hmm, is that why you got this? Because you're from the heavens? It makes sense if you were. An archangel, guiding soldiers into war with your weapon, leadership, and dominant hand.

Even when drenched in the enemy's blood, you still stand tall in strength, confident, in all your pretty glory. Watching over everyone, helping anyone in need with that radiant smile.

Even though your wings are not seen, they still shine under the light that radiates from your halo. The hope and love you give people... it makes me fall for you even more every time.

My dear, my sweetheart.

My guardian angel.

Bonus.!

Bruh, I totally blocked out the others HAHA

They haven't seen it yet, but Soap boasts about it 24/7. He described it the best he can without giving anything away. But he talks consistently that he saw it and he touched it and-- other stuff.

He doesn't tell his team that he practically went to church on her back tattoo, but he sees how jealous they got so that's good enough for him. Thank God Krueger doesn't know.

[d3f3n3str4t10n]

The Fish Tank: #7

Mossara: "..."

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Elegy: "HEYA, MOSSY! Sleep well last night?!"

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M: "..."

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E: "... What?"

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E: "Sigh... Okay, okay. I see you're upset. I just wanted to talk because... I wanted to apologize."

M: "... You do?"

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E: "Yeah, I do. I just- Look, I was just trying to-... I was just messing around, okay? I wasn't snooping around or anything."

M: "Uuh... okay..."

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E: "And it's like, usually people are FINE with that, but like, you made it into this whole event and- like, what was I supposed to do?"

M: "I... I guess I shouldn't have locked you in there, but-"

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E: "A-and it's just, I don't really have anyone to talk to because, Arieair and the others are always so mean to me. Like, you saw her lock me in your closet all night!"

M: "W-well, yeah, but why were-"

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E: "A-and I just... I just thought it'd make me seem fun and cool and you'dwannabefriendswithmebut-!"

M: "O-okay, okay! I should've... pressed further about it, I guess... I'm sorry."

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E: "Really?! Aw, thanks Mossy! I knew you were a good friend."

M: "Please don't call me that-"

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E: "I'm glad you didn't fall for that little invertebrate's lies. What'd she say about me last night?"

M: "U-uh... we didn't really... talk about you that much."

E: "Oh-ho-ho, really now? Then what did you two rascals get up to in there, huh~?"

M: "I- I don't know, I was just really tired and I tried to go to sleep as fast as possible. We didn't talk much, okay?"

E: "Whateeeever you say, Mossy~ So whatcha up to today?"

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M: "It's... going to be my first day out on the field, actually. I'll be departing in about an hour."

M: "Hopefully I got enough sleep for it..."

E: "Oooo, that- wait, 'the field?'"

M: "Y-yeah?"

E: "... What did you say your job was, again?"

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M: "Uh, I'm a lieutenant for frontline combat and reconnaissance. I'll be fighting out in the battle near that Pon settlement we discovered last week. Did I not tell you that?"

E: "No, you didn't... heh, that's pretty funny, though."

M: "How come?"

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E: "Because that means you work for ME!"

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M: "Ahah... Uh, w-what?"

E: "Yep! That's what my rank used to be! I was wondering why I got promoted all of a sudden. Seems like you took my place!"

M: "O-oh... well, where are you stationed now?"

E: "Heh... I'm stationed closer to the barracks, now... buuuuuut you know what this means?"

M: "N... no?"

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E: "It MEANS you'll be under MY fin all day! But while you're riskin' it all out there in the heart of the battle, I'll be chilling back at the station! Don't worry though, I'll be able to talk to you aaaall you want through our headsets, so you won't have to go a single second without my calming voice drowning out all those annoying explosions and screams of agony! I'll be right there beside you, no matter what~~"

M: "O-oh... great... L-looking forward to it... Elegy..."

E: "Hahah! Same here, Mossy! Oh, and call me "boss" now, okay?"

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END

Apologies for being late on this one again... college takes priority. Mostly.

This one was originally much longer, but i decided to split it up into parts. I think that'll give me more time to flesh it all out.

Hope you enjoyed!

[noteatingjustfeeling]

You're killing me

NOT MY GIF

Warnings: 18+, smut!!, strap-on, name calling, mommy kink, whatever else I forgot (tell me!)

Me and Ellie had been out on a run to get supplies for the farm. I had to get something certain for Tess, a pregnancy test. I've known Tess since I was little she used to babysit me, so of course when she said she needed me to get her something on a run I agreed she's done a lot for me so it's time I return the favor.

Once I find it I walk to the back to find Ellie. I finally spot her and head over to her, "Find whatcha need?" She asked me, "Yes I did," I responded. "Well let's look around to see if we can find anything else," she stated.

I looked around the small little store and when I saw what was laying on a shelf I was in complete fucking shock. I picked it up, "ELLIE!! COME LOOK AT THIS!" I just stood there jaw slack frozen in place.

"What is i-, where the hell did you find that?" Shock clear on her face. "Just here on this shelf..." She took it from my hands and examined the strap-on. "Might as well put good use to it!" She said nonchalantly.

A blush rose across my face. "W-what?" I ask stuttering. "You heard me pretty girl, we should put it to good use. Get it out of this box and a use it," she smirks.

"U-um I-I-," before I could finished she grabbed my face and started to kiss me. I hesitated momentarily but soon enough I pushed into the kiss.

It was messy, teeth clashing, hands grasping at anything in reach, tounges fighting for dominance. She soon pushed me into a shelf, "mmm" I moaned.

"Such a pretty sound baby, so pretty." She said between kisses. Her kisses traveled down to my neck trying to find my sweet spot, "E-Ellie," I moaned. I could feel her smirk against my skin knowing she found it.

She sucked harder into the skin, her tongue grazing against it here in there causing me to let out more moans. "Shh princess don't wanna attract the living or the undead now do we?" I shook my head no. "Words slut!" "N-no ma'am" I moaned out.

She then continued to break the kiss and in a feverish lust filled heat she grabbed the hem of my shirt quickly pulling it over my head. She basked in the fact that she had a clear look at my boobs considering I had no bra on.

"Some pretty tits you got here love. Been hiding these long?" She then pinches one of my nipples between her fingers before connecting her mouth to the other one biting it with a lust worthy force.

I moaned as her mouth and fingers worked magic. "Mmm e-ellie feels so good," I moan out in pleasure. "I know baby I know being so good for mommy, such a good girl." Her words had me squeezing my thighs together desperate to find some relief.

"Aww what's wrong pretty girl? Need something in ya?" She asked while removing her shirt and pants along with my pants too leaving her standing in her bra and underwear and me in my underwear.

"Yes.... I need you. But I can't be the only one braless here." I reach over and unclasp her bra and watch as it slides down her arms revealing her pretty tits to me.

"So pretty baby..." I say in a light tone then take one of her tits into my mouth in the other in my hand just like she did to me. As soon as my teeth graze her nipple she moans out my name, "y-y/n."

"That's right baby. My name sounds so pretty falling from your lips." She then pulls away and backs us up into a wall where she then rips my underwear off, "Ellie!" I screamed, "Why would you do that!! I don't have anymore!" I pout. "It's fine babe you can borrow a pair of mine," she winks at me.

She then takes off her underwear and tosses them into the pile of our clothes. She grabs the strap-on, and straps in around her beautiful hips, "You ready baby?" I nod my head to flustered to speak .

She brushes the tip of it against my clit and I moan, "Sound so pretty baby... So, so, pretty." She mocks my earlier statement and then starts to push the pink strap-on into my hole.

"O-oh Ellie... Mmm..." I counted to moan as she speeds up her pace pounding into me faster and faster. "Look so pretty for me. Look so good being fucked dumb by cock hm?" And you do, you have drool from the kisses leaking down the sides of your mouth, your breasts bounce with every thrust she does, and eyes practically all the back in your head.

I nod not being able to form coherent sentences. I can feel my high reaching it's peak, "Gonna come mommy. Pleaseee." I beg and plea hoping she lets me.

"Go ahead princess come on mommy's cock." And I do I release all over the strap, my cum trickling down it and towards her cunt.

She pulls out and takes the strap off. I drop to my knees and connect my tongue to her sweet bundle of nerves. She ruts her hips onto my face. "Y-y/n" she releases a breathy moan.

I remove my face and insert two fingers, "God baby taste so good... Never wanna stop tasting you." I fasten the pace of my fingers speeding up and curling them inside of her.

"G-gonna cum baby," she moans out rutting her hips faster. "That's it love cum for me," I remove my fingers and replace them with my tongue. Soon enough she's spilling her juices all over my tongue and face.

She pulls me up and kisses me, "Fuck baby that felt so good, but like all good things it must come to an end." She smiled and handed me my clothes from the pile.

"I don't have underwear anymore remember?" I asked looking at the remains of the underwear that I had. "Gonna have to go commando till we make it back to the farm and you can have a pair of mine," she smiled sweetly at me.

"You're killing me," I groan and roll my eyes but chuckle at her remark. You and Ellie finish packing up your supplies including the strap-on and head for the door and then home hand in hand having no idea what's next for you.