#im going to bang my head on EVERY wall

[hyuckiestarz]

just realized i HAD ACTUALLY made the chenle texts i just forgot to ss and add them to the post 😐

[persimminwrites]

posting this in part to keep myself accountable and shame myself into not abandoning but also to complain !!!!!!! ive been struggling with a color palette for this for the past hour :))))))))))))

[justablah56]

guys we're up to 10 hours on that dexem drawing um. I still haven't fully picked what colors mr sn is.

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

pissed tf off because 1) i have once again put on a new show thinking i could work on shit with it in the background without getting distracted (and failing miserably)(when will i learn). 2) i have a new character that i want to tear apart with my teeth which pisses me off even more because 3) it is EMBARRASSING how much i like this character i could fucking feel my pupils dilating and my prey drive activate literally immediately 4) it is even more embarrassing bc he is so embarrassingly my type that im pissed tf off that i never watched this before now or literally any time i wasnt busy. and this all leads to 5) now i have to think about killing him when i am TRYING TO GET SHIT DONE and it's making me mad it's pissing me off so bad i'm fucking enraged they should invent a way to physically harm fictional characters just for me i think

[clarabowmp3]

Some of us want to move on but Joey insulted Travis first. Tacky and distastefu? Que? No those gremlin shoes that he wore to that tennis match were tacky and distasteful

okay since what I’m saying isn’t getting through to yall lemme try a different tactic - if you really wanted to move on Joe’s comments wouldn’t mean shit to you. Or at least it wouldn’t trigger this big of a reaction and all these insults. Are you really so thin-skinned and immature to be so aggravated by a non-issue like this?

At least joe makes sense - the tayvis displays are so showy that he’s not the only one finding them tacky or distasteful, but his shoes are at worst ugly. either you’re being intentionally obtuse or you don’t know what tacky or distasteful means, because bestie the call is coming from inside the house.

you know what else is tacky and distasteful? Taylor dropping you’re losing me at the height of breakup speculation and then later having the date it was recorded revealed through jack. That was far more icky and underhanded so I don’t want to hear shit about what joe said.

[placesyoucallhome]

I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five and dime Played it 'til my fingers bled Was the summer of '69

[3dfangs]

bro i am failing at balling gate so bad. i need someone to give me task ammongus in a more straight forward way or tell me what to do or i just get frozen up in my own mind and cant do shit. sad!

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗', 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗' 𝚠/ 𝙽𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚝

My headcanons of the lads men with a clumsy reader [Requested by: Anon]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

this man is damn near giving himself an anxiety attack worrying about you when you're not with him

covers the corner of the table with his hand when you lean down to pick something up

cuts your food for you now because you cut your finger one time and gave him a heart attack

his reflexes have sharpened from having to catch you every time you trip

keeps a pair of sneakers and flats in his car in case you drink when you two are out because he knows you'll stumble and fall in a pair of heels

would switch out his sharp cornered coffee table for an oval shaped one because you kept hitting your knee on it

places all your extra pillows on the floor on your side of the bed after you rolled off one night

keeps first aid kits everywhere because you're a walking hazard to yourself

does not let you grab a glass from a shelf you can barely reach

doesn't let you carry more than one bag because you tried to make one trip with the grocery bags and fell head first into a wall

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

still laughs every time you trip or fall "are you okay?" "stop laughing!" "I'm sorry the noise you made was funny"

holds your hand or waist when you walk up/down the stairs because you've fallen one too many times

if you drop something at the table he'll pick it up for you

gets rid of the rugs you somehow keep tripping on

is fighting for his life trying to keep you off the counters when you can't reach something

you slipped in the shower one time and gave yourself a concussion now he won't let you shower alone

subtly childproofs his house

is always confused whenever you trip, fall or get stuck "now how the hell did you do that?" "I don't know Raf help me!"

constantly pretends to toss you stuff "Think fast!" " STOP IM NOT GONNA CATCH IT!" he's already cackling on the floor

side steps you to throw you off balance on purpose; always catches you when you start falling

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

you fell down the stairs once and now he happily carries you up and down them whenever he's with you

covers the corner of the table with his hand when you drop something and lean down to pick it up

also showers with you now after you slipped one time

doesn't let your carry more than one plate

gets a google home or Alexa so you can speak to turn the lights on because you tend to run into walls looking for light switches

grabs everything you can't reach after you pulled an entire shelf down on yourself in public

sends you check-in texts to make sure you haven't hurt yourself when he doesn't see you (not that you'd admit it anyway)

is so used to your clumsiness he can almost sense when something is about to go wrong

secretly finds your clumsiness cute and now he has another reason to have you in his arms at all times

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

Sylus is probably the perfect man to be with because his evol would be perfect for protecting you

places his hand on your head when you lean down to pick something up to stop you from bumping it on anything

buys you fluffy slippers to wear around the house so your pinky toe stops banging everything in the house

wraps his evol around you when he catches you climbing on something

you cut yourself with a knife once and he hid them for only him and the chef to use after that

has the twins keep an eye on you when he's not around

replaces any tables with sharp corners for smooth edged tables

has his shower renovated with pebble stone flooring so you don't slip

takes your heels and carries you when you start stumbling

keeps a hand on your waist when going up or down the stairs

is so used to you falling all the time its almost like his evol acts on it's own to catch you

uses your clumsiness as a reason for why he should go with you everywhere

gets rid of every rug in the house and opts to get heated floors because you keep tripping on the rugs, but he knew you'd complain about the cold floors

[literaila]

kid megumi and gojo definitely took bubble baths together while megumi washes his hair and satoru's just yapping about how much he loves reader

“megumi,” gojo says, not even bothering to knock on the door.

it’s the boys fault, really, for leaving it open in the first place.

megumi stills, brows furrowing as his hands stop foaming the soap in his hair. “gojo?” he asks, a bit disbelieving.

he might be going crazy—it’s not uncommon for sorcerers. and megumi barely thought he would make it to fourteen and here he is, so. he should probably tell someone about the hallucinations but—

“you got it,” gojo answers, predictably, sitting on the toilet seat. “i need to talk to you.”

megumi peaks his head around the shower curtain slowly, blinking a few times to make sure the man is really there.

but he is, grinning at the tiny bit of megumi he can see, tapping his fingers on his knees obnoxiously.

megumi points a hand towards the door. “this is an invasion of privacy.”

“megumi,” gojo gives him a bland look. “i’ve seen you naked.”

“that’s creepy.”

gojo sighs, hanging his head. “we’ve known each other for so long now, and you still don’t trust me.”

“you still haven’t given me a reason to. can’t this wait? or not happen? i don’t want to talk to you.”

yes, megumi is still hanging halfway out of the shower. yes, his hair is dripping water on the floor. no, he does not care—it’s gojo’s house anyway. he can fix the ruined floorboards.

“it’s about your mother.”

at that megumi blinks. “what’d you do?“

“i didn’t do anything.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, i’m sure,” gojo scoffs, reaching out to pull his ear—which megumi expertly deflects (he almost slips and dies in the process). “am i crying on the floor right now?”

megumi considers it. then he recalls the last time you and gojo had a fight. he had to check gojo’s pulse every time he walked past the couch.

“good point. what is it?”

“as you know, her birthday is coming up—“

“are you serious?”

“megumi.” gojo’s eyes are dubious, his voice is disapproving. “your mothers birthday is very important.”

megumi rolls his eyes. “i know. i mean, are you seriously asking me about this right now? im in the shower. there’s shampoo in my hair.”

gojo nods very seriously. “it’s the only place she won’t hear.”

“she’s not even home.”

“she’s hidden cameras, megumi, i know it.”

“no she hasn’t.”

gojo pouts. “i want it to be a surprise. she always finds out about her gifts before i can give them to her.”

“that’s because you tell her.”

“the suspense is too much. i need you to buy her something for me and hide it so i don’t know what it is.”

he sounds absolutely serious, which might be the worst part of that request, actually.

and when has megumi ever done gojo a favor?

“gojo,” megumi gives him a little smirk, tilting his head. “i’m not doing that.”

gojo groans, falling onto the floor. “c’mon, megumi, we’re supposed to be friends.”

“you’re my teacher, if anything.”

“and your father,” he juts his chin, “favoritism is not cute.”

“good.”

megumi finally turns around. gojo was never going to leave, even if he’d attempted to tackle him out of the door.

and he’s used to this, anyway. there hasn’t been a day in seven years that he’s gotten some peace.

“okay,” gojo begins again, sounding like he’s won—which he hasn’t. “i was thinking some jewelry, but you know how picky she is. and besides, she’s too rough for something small. tsumiki is already getting her that chibi mug we saw in that corner store last weekend, and whatever you’re getting is off of the table too.”

“i’m not listening to this.”

“i could take her out to dinner, but that’s not a gift. and i do that anyway. maybe i should buy her a car—what kind do you think she’d like? something blue, like my eyes—“

megumi groans.

gojo pauses. “did you get soap in your eye?”

honestly, banging his head against the wall might be better than this. at least they have pain killers at the hospital.

megumi doesnt answer, no longer entertaining this, but gojo continues anyway.

“maybe we should re-do the bathroom, you know how she’s always saying that—“

god, when will it end?

[starboye]

starring: conner kent x male reader

request: Please make a continuation to the jealous Dick ex-bf fic you just posted where Superboy and reader have dirty sex 😭 perhaps Superboy can hold him in the air and fuck the hell out of him and Dick finds out ofc

warnings: smut, belly bulge, rough sex, fucking in the air, making out

directors note: this is a part 2 to this fic, sidenote but what the actual fuck did i lace that first fic with like im reading over it and oh. my. god. it's like so good i see why yall wanted a part two

some could say it's a little promiscuous to go get fucked by your ex boyfriends friend right after he just fucked you and his load is still dripping down your leg but i mean hey if you get the chance might as well take both for a ride am i right.

showing up at conners door with a needy look, it had gone around that you were a slut so conner knew exactly what you needed (and don't tell dick this but on some night where you were 'to busy' to meet up with dick for a late night hook up you were really getting your guts rearranged by superboy)

queue you two making out on his bed while he fucks your already wet hole "what dick couldn't get you off like i do" conner smirks moving his kisses to your neck "don't flatter yourself conner" you gasp arching your back with the way he goes so deep.

"well then why did you come crawling back to me huh" he turns you over onto your back and starts fucking you faster, throwing your legs over his shoulders, watching with amusement as your face contorts to the feeling of him going deeper.

"because i fucking love you're dick" you groan telling him what he wants to hear "mm mm come on say it like you mean it or am i gonna have to fuck it out of you" he leans down to whisper in your ear, a shudder driving down your spine at the mere thought of him fucking you rough.

"oh you got tighter just from me saying it, you want me to fuck you till you can't remember your own name" he asks, his hand rubbing up to your stomach, pressing down on the slight bulge he made "yes please" you mumble "louder" he slams into you "yes please" you moan out "louder" he demands fucking you rougher "yes please daddy" you yell "that's what i like to hear" conner smirks.

tightly holding your thighs as he destroys your walls while you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, the head board of his bed banging against the wall with each thrust, he was enjoying making you cum all over yourself to "what is this like your fourth time cumming tonight" he laughs at your pathetic noises.

"please more" you beg him with a croaky voice from the constant moaning "please more what, use your words y/n" he grabs your chin to keep your eyes on him "please fuck me more" you whine "yes sir" he chuckles levitating you both in the air.

the feeling of little gravity made the sex even more better surprisingly, wrapping your legs around conners waist "look at that" conner smiles pulling your head to look down at the bulge he's giving you in your stomach "that's all me baby, every damn inch" he fucks you harder and harder before he empties his load into you.

"fuckkk you know how to make a guy feel good" conner huffs bringing you both back down to the bed, your phone lighting up with a notification to which conner grabs it "mr nightwing himself" he chuckles turning the phone to you showing dick texts, you try to reach for the phone but conner keeps it away and takes a picture of you sending it to dick with the message "he's a little busy".

"well we should clean up because dicks gonna be here in a while and do you really wanna argue with him while covered in cum" conner says looking down at your fucked out body "okay" is all you could barely respond. (this could lead to them fucking you at the same time)

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[pupkashi]

sweet nothing

gojo always finds himself running home to you

a/n: hi friends ! hope u all enjoy this little piece inspired by the song sweet nothing by taylor swift (thank u anon for the inspo 🫶🏼) let me know what u all think :3

wordcount: 1,310

masterlist

one of the only thoughts on gojo satoru’s mind, from the moment he leaves home to the second he’s unlocking the door, is coming home to you.

his shoulders hurt from the amount of stress he’s under, every muscle in his body tense, eyes burning with exhaustion, and his head throbbing as the higher ups words ring in his ears. the light jingle of his keys as he unlocks the front door helps ground him a bit, blinking once, twice then opening the front door.

he’s greeted with the smell of food, he can’t quite place what it is (he doesn’t help in the kitchen much after the one time he did and ended up ruining three pans), he’s slipping his shoes off and placing his keys in the small leaf shaped holder on the table next to the door.

his eyes naturally focusing on the picture frame of the two of you on vacation last July, a wide, carefree smile painted on both of your faces, hair a bit messy from walking around. his cheeks were flushed as you planted a kiss to his cheek, your arms thrown around his neck.

satoru’s thrown out of his trance by the sudden sound of loud sizzling, the small smile on his face only growing when he hears your soft humming. his tired feet carry him quickly to the kitchen, a spring in his step as he grows closer and closer to being with you.

he feels the weight on his shoulders ease up a bit as his eyes land on you. he’s leaning against the wall, watching you chop up vegetables with a smile on his face, replacing the higher ups nagging ringing in his ears with your off-key singing.

“have you ever considered x-factor sweetheart?” he asks, a lopsided smile on his face when you turn to face him, bright eyes as you welcome him home.

“i sent in a recording once, they offered me a ten year contract but i declined” you teased, moving to stir the food cooking in the pan, “told them i have a very needy boyfriend that would die without me.”

satoru let’s put a small ‘pft’ at your words, pushing himself off the wall and walking up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

“how was your day, angel boy?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey as you press a soft kiss to his cheek. satoru let’s put a small huff, his warm breath tickling your neck which causes you to smile.

“‘t was okay, just stressed out” he mumbles, “and the fucking higher ups are-”, his eyes closing as he remembers his conversation with them, sighing deeply. you pout a bit, noting his more more tense body against yours. you let yourself melt into his touch, turning around and hugging him properly.

“don’t wanna talk about it?” you ask gently, he shakes his head, bangs covering his eyes just a bit. you nod, giving him a smile before kissing his lips softly, “then we won’t.”

satoru is grateful, knowing that when the time is right he’ll open up to you about it. but for now he just wants to spend his night with the love of his life.

“good thing im making your favorite then huh?” you chuckle, watching the way his shoulders inflate, he’s standing taller and there’s a smile on his face.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were eating dinner together, making easy conversation and laughing at anything stupid either of you said. he’s placing the freshly washed plates on the drying rack, heading over to you on the couch when you stop him.

“go shower, I’ll let you use my stuff” you state, eyes widening as you see satoru already running towards the restroom, “just this once!” you call out, hearing his loud giggles echoing from down the hall.

it’s 40 minutes later when he’s emerging into your shared room in only his boxers, body still dripping with water and steam following him out. you can smell your rose scented body wash on him as he dries himself off besides you.

satoru is looking at you with big eyes, towel in hand as he grins up at you, “will you dry my hair?” his voice is filled with a gentleness you’ve grown much too soft for.

“come here” you smile, heart growing at the sound of an excited squeak he lets out. you’re gentle as you dry his hair, combing out any knots and putting some product in it before patting his head twice, letting him know you were done.

your lover is quick to change positions, taking you in his arms and curling himself around you, some damp strands landing on your face as he buries his face in your neck. you’re doing your best to wiggle your hands free from his grasp, adjusting so you can card your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a bit just the way he likes.

satoru visibly relaxes against your touch, practically purring as you whisper to him, “I’m so proud of you” you say, “you work so hard, angel” tenderness carried in every syllable of your words.

“I love you so much” you remind him, squeezing him a bit tighter, moving his hair from his forehead and placing a kiss there, “my beautiful boy” you murmur, a smile on your face as you see the way his grin grows.

the apples of his cheeks are rosy, pink dusting his entire face. satoru easily grabs your hips, placing you on top of him so that you straddle his lap.

“how do you always know what to say?” he asks, looking up at you with fond eyes, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand as you place a stand of hair behind his ear.

“hmm, call it intuition” you tease, placing feathery kisses all over his face, the two of you giggling when you kiss his nose, “but it’s probably just ‘cause I’m your soulmate” you smile.

satoru hums in agreement, one hand snaking to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, your lips moving in sync. when you pull away the two of you are giggling softly, foreheads resting against each other as he shifts a bit, kissing you nose before throwing his head back against the pillows, letting out a small sigh.

“sometimes i wish i was just your toru” he mumbles, “i never asked to be the strongest.” you can hear the slight tremor in his voice as he speaks, his eyes closing to fight tears back. you’re quick to kiss his cheeks, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you coax him to look at you.

“i know you didn’t, angel boy” you sigh, brushing his hair away from his face gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “it’s gonna work itself out, i know it will” you reassure him, a small smile on your face as he nods along with you.

maybe you were right, maybe you weren’t, satoru didn’t care. he believed every word you said to him. each reassurance working to calm his exhausted mind, his eyes fluttering closed as you continue to whisper, your words meant for him and only him.

“and you’ll always be my toru” pressing a feathery kiss to his jaw, “the one with the stupid sweet tooth and terribly timed jokes” you smile, watching the way his smile returns to his face.

“I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home to me” you say, there’s a plethora of emotions dripping from your words. the only thing satoru feels is love, your undying and genuine love, for him.

gojo satoru may not know everything, but he knows one thing for sure; he’ll always be ready to run home to you and your sweet nothings.

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[first-edition]

Can I pleeeeease 🙏 have a Duncan Vizla smut where he has a huge breeding kink and reader has a choking kink. So he's choking her while "breeding" her, and she completely blissed out when she orgasms. So she's like fucked dumb and Duncan gets worried. So he gives tooth rotting aftercare.

Your Wish is my command oh kind soul.

Chocking, pin v- unprotected, fem readerserious after care teehee

“elsker” danish word for love

SMUT SMUT SMUT AND NOTHING BUT! Minors do not fucking read this i will sue you

The way Duncan devours you. Every inch ever minute detail of your body. His grunts in your ear as he fucks your life away only making you clench around his cock tighter.

How did you get here? You dont even remember not with your lover shoved in between your thighs and fucking the lights outta your head. The last thing you do rembering is his hands on yours in the kitchen. Now your half way off you bed as he rails you into the mattress.

Your breasts voice as he thrusts himself up into you. Each conflict forcing a pornographic moan out of your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as he grips your thighs, one leg strung over his shoulder the other wrapped around his waist keeping him close to you. You were long passed gripping onto him now you gripped the pillow under you head screaming both out and into the plush material that keeps you from banging your skull against the headboard.

“F-fu-u.. d-Duncan.. ah!” You moan out dribbling words barely being able to form half of one. Your pulsing puffy pussy dripping from his and your shared cum. The amount of stamina this man has for you is otherworldly. Most people down in town always give you looks from the age gap between you and your man. Wondering the most private things about you too.

‘How long would he last with you?’

‘How does he get it up?’

If only they could see you both right now you would answer those questions with out even speaking.

You scream out toes curling as you experience another orgasam a number you lost count of so many ago. Duncan grunts as you grip you walls around him only prompting him to fuck you harder, faster, better. If better is even possible. Every time you have sex he fucks you like he’s missing something trying to save a peice of you for later every time, like the pie he orders in the diner almost every night.

His hand wraps around your neck not to kill you like he would a job, but to satisfy you more.

“Ahh f-fuu” you trail off mouth opening agape as the pure over stimulation causing your legs to shake.

“Fuck yeah.” He speaks. Duncan isn’t usually one for verbalizing his pleausre but when it comes to letting him raw dog you until youre a babbling mess he will not shut up.

“Im gonna fill this tight little pussy, you want that? You want me to budge the fuck outta you- argh.” He moans out holding your neck.

“Ngh…y-ye..yesss. Ah- ah- Ngh-“ your fucked out words barley make it passed your bitten lips.

“Fuck cum again, elsker.” When he changes to his native language, danish. You know you’ve got him pussy whipped. He goes on and on in Danish and several neighbor languages about how much he wants to fill you. Make you swollen with his. Put many babies inside you and have you waddle around the town so then everyone knows what hes capable of.

Your eyes cross up ward tounge handing out as he continues to annihilate your cunt. Perfectly fucked into another realm and just wanting for more. Your legs seize up when his thumb presses to your clit circling and flicking. It dosnt take long for the stimulation to take effect and a gush of arousal spews from your cunt making you babble out his name and other profanities associated with the pleasures he’s causing you.

“Fuck! Yes baby! Make a mess.” He groans as he forces his hips flush with yours. The head of his cock pushing against your cervix and possibly even deeper as he releases his last load, of what he can tell you can bare, into your cunt.

He lets go of your throat after a few more rough thrusts and kisses your face and jaw. Gazing his lips over your neck the marks for the hickies he left previously.

Your legs shake and you light twitch as the pur and utter sensitivity between your things courses through you. Duncan carefully pulls out of you making sure to be carful of your state.

“So fucking full my love.” He chuckles gathering the dripping cum and shoving it back. Into you with his fingers.

“You alright elsker?” He asks lovingly as he pulls his fingers out and looks to you. You dont answer as you feel numb your vision clouded with tears and little silver sparks flying through your eyes.

“Y/n? My love?” He asks again you dont reply once more only to smile and lick your lips.

“Shit..” Duncan moves up to your face cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“elsker, answer me.” He demands you giggle lightly eyes wandering.

He curses to him self out of relief and worry before getting up and walking to the bathroom. He turns the water on waiting for it to heat up. He quickly cleans himself off before dousing a wash cloth in the hot water and then taking it back to you once rung out a bit.

“Can i clean you up?” He asks leaning over you to look you in the face. You nod slightly.

“Good. You coming back to me then?” He chuckles. He runs the cloth down your body to your thighs clean the inner then moving back to your crotch being carful to softly clean you up as he knows just how sensitive you are at the current moment.

When hes done he places the cloth on the side table and slips on his boxers. He picks you up carefully and walks you both to the guest bedroom so he can take the sheets off your bed to clean later.

“Duncan.” You ask him as he carefully sets you onto the bed.

“There she is..fucked you too hard huh?” He asks you shake your head. You hold out your arms for his wrapping them around his neck before you both share a kiss the same undertone that got you in the pervious situation. He places his knee on the bed unaware that it’s between your leg causing his lower thigh to brush against your core.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you pull back erking at the sensation. You curl up closing your legs an closing your eyes the sensitivity slowly disaperating from your nerves.

“Sorry.” He says. You shake your head signally it’s okay, not nessisarly his fault, it is.

“I’ll draw you a bath.” He says. Duncan get up and goes to the bathroom in the guest room and begins to fill up the tub once more waiting for the water to heat up. Once full he exits and goes back to you. Your nude frame sitting on the bed perfect to his veiw but he knows if he were to be tempted by your beauty once more you’d kill him.

“Come on.” He says helping you up. Your legs give out from under you only prompting him to easily pick you up in his arms and carry you the rest of the way.

He sets you gentally in the bath water exactly how you like it showering you in kisses and words of affirmation. He sits on the tiled floor running another cloth over your shoulders helping you.

Once done he helps you dry and dress before quickly leaving you to take a short shower dry and dress himself. He joins you in bed and pulls you close to him speaking to you about how much he loves you and how good you were for him. You eventually fall asleep holding him back. He watches you for a moment before sleep take him over as well.

I hope you liked this. Duncan vizla is daddy and will be the father of my children!! I swear to god. If anyone has any more requests feel free to leave them in the comment section or send a message like this one. I’ll write pretty much anything but i do have my boundaries.

[revelboo]

Everything Is Alright Megatron is so long suffering sgdjdbdjd i swear at every turn hes kinda like "nevertheless we prevail!" and then some New Shit happens. First he finds out is SiC wants him dead which like isnt NEWS but also like. God when he found that out that must have sucked. Then he found out all the STUPID TODDLERS he apparently has for an army have been going around kidnapping themself some local fauna as pets and hes just like that poor teacher on the fieldtrip like "Class. Class please put the frogs back. PLEASE put the frogs back." and then hes like Fine. Whatever. Keep your pets. and then he finds out his BESTIE is keeping secrets bc hes SHARING a pet with Starscream AND theyre fucking it and hes just like "im going to lose it. im gonna snap. Is this what a stroke feels like??? oh my primus" and THEN he starts catching feelings and hes like "god damn these things are strong with their pheromones" only to be told thats NOT the case and hes just realizing Oh No Im Catching Feelings. And them the object of his affections almost dies, and while reviving it, they get him pregnant LIKE. HES THE ONLY ONE THAT HASNT BANGED THIS HUMAN AND YET HE GOT KNOCKED UP!! And they do it by PASSING their pregancy to him so now HES the Very Disappointed Sire Of Starscream's Sparkling and like. God. Bestie if you weren't preggers Id be giving you wine because oh my god. He's going to like. Handle whatever with Dumbscream and Soundwang and The Alien That Knocked Him Up and then kick em all out so he can have a stressed out "stare at the wall for two hours" moment. God he could have a nuclear level crashout and honestly I'd be like "He deserves this, let it rock, king". I have a meltdown if all the spoons in the house are dirty and I just made myself some ceral like. Babygirl you are so powerful but you do not need to be, indulge in a little meltdown. You're surrounded by clownery and you are but a single ringleader.

It may be the fever, but I saw this and can’t stop wheezing. Yeah, I really have to make up for all the BS I’ve subjected them all to at some point. It will get better. I mean Star and Megs are still going to hate each other, they’re just locked into a permanent stalemate now because they’re fully bonded to the same human.

18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️ Future spoilers, I suppose

Everything Is Alright Various Scene Snippets

Megatron

• Servos sliding lazily along your spine before sinking into your hair to cup the back of your head, you make a little noise where you’re sprawled on top of him sleeping. Venting against you to make you yawn and squint up at him. “Five more minutes,” you mumble, cheek against him as you clumsily swat at his hand. Swallowing a laugh, he hooks a servo under your chin to lift it until you give up and splay your little hands on him, pushing up with a little noise.

• Shivering when you realize he’s still inside you, his lips twist into that smug, little smile of his as his servos curl loosely around your throat. “After what you did to me, you think you get to make demands?” He asks and you sigh. Because he’s never letting you live down the fact that you’d sparked him. With Star’s sparkling. “You should be apologizing.” His other big hand grips your hip, those red optics lazily drifting over you when the hand around your neck shifts so his servo can brush your bottom lip.

• Little teeth nip him, before you capture the tip of his servo in that wet mouth, sucking on him as you roll your hips. Optics half shuttered, he vents as you sit up on him, moving against him. Making him remember the way you’d apologized the first time. Looking up at him from between his spread thighs, little, soft fingers stroking his spike before you’d bent over him, mouth moving on him. Servos on your hip flexing as you lift up and then ease down, little tongue sliding against his servo. Groaning as your wet heat grips his spike.

• Sucking on his servo as you roll your hips, feeling his spike stretching and filling you and those optics stare up at you. Content to let you have your way for now. Because this side of him? It’s only yours. Not even Soundwave gets to see those rare, genuine smiles of his. Those are only for you.

Soundwave

• “My sparkling will have a Seeker protoform!” Grimacing, you curl into your blanket hidden inside Soundwave’s cassette compartment. You can still hear Megatron and Starscream arguing, though. Megatron’s deep, rumbling voice too low for you to understand, but you have no doubt he’s goading Star on purpose. You’d already told the warlord the spark is Star’s. He’s just carrying it as messed up as it is. Hear Soundwave rumble around you and feel when he starts walking, apparently deciding this argument isn’t his problem. Even though you probably need to ask to be let out so you can talk Star down instead of allowing Megatron to pick at him.

• Servos pressed over the closed door to his cassette compartment as he leaves Starscream and Megatron to their squabble since it has nothing to do with him. And he knows you’ve already made it clear to Megatron the spark is Star’s and that the Seeker will get his way. He’d swear his old friend just enjoys provoking the SIC. Going about his duties, he’s reassured by the feel of you hidden away and safe within him. Knowing that sooner or later he’ll need to tell the other two that he’d figure out that you can be sparked again since Megatron had taken Star’s sparkling. That he’d sparked you again with his when he’d fully bonded you. It’s not like they haven’t noticed he’s been keeping you inside his cassette compartment where he can better protect you and his young lately, they just haven’t put it together since they’re too busy squabbling with each other. And that’s fine, it gives him more time with you.

Starscream

• “It’s going to be a Seeker,” you reassure him, cupping his face in your hands to press a kiss against his helm. And he shifts against you, cheek brushing yours. “Just like you.” Because it honestly doesn’t matter to you as long as the spark can be transferred safely to the protoform. Know that that spark is still smaller than it should be and that the protoform will be small to accommodate it. That it’ll grow and change with the sparkling, but its base form will be decided at creation. Even though Soundwave had hinted that just because it was a Seeker frame, didn’t mean they couldn’t be surprised down the road. Because you’re never going to hear the end of it if the kid starts favoring Megatron later on.

• Just like him? Why does that almost scare him? Because he’d hated his own carrier. And he’s scared of screwing this up. Of not being able to do this. Lips brushing yours, he tangles his servos in your hair. Because there’s so much he’s worried about, how small and helpless the sparkling will be at first. But he wants this, wants family and home and future, even if it’s all gone sideways and isn’t quite what he’d imagined. Grudgingly finding a new Trine he didn’t even want, bonded to you and through you to Megatron and Soundwave. Knowing that between the three of them, you and his sparkling will be the most fiercely protected beings on Earth. That no threat will come anywhere near his family. And he still hates Megatron, resents him and can never forgive him, but they’re trapped in an unwilling truce because of you.

[chrispleasure]

summary: maggie interupts matt and ready getting intimate!

warnings: fluff, smut, sex !

not proofread

this was requested my an anon !

the noise of the heardboard banging against the wall is heard throughout the room, whiny moans coming out of your mouth. every time matt thrusts deeper the bed squeaks from the matress moving so much.

“mm’ baby, harder..” you moan, hands gripping his shoulders as his eyes gaze down at yours. “going as fast as you can take.” matt replies, his voice shaky from how close he is.

lustful moans escape your lips, the sounds of slapping from him pounding into you causing you to squirm. “im so close, please baby..” matt whimpers, continuing to thrust into you as you like. “just a little longer.” you reply.

matt freezes, his head snapping to look towards the baby monitor on the bedside table. “daddy? where are you?” maggie cries, her cries being picked up on the baby monitor.

he glances down at you, “could you go? i need to release.” matt asks, moving off of you to lay down on the sheets. you nod, pushing yourself up. you put on a pair of underwear, followed by a sweater.

you climb out of bed and make your way to the kids room down the hall. your eyes are met with the sight of maggie crying, and milo sleeping across the room in his bed peacefully.

“where’s daddy?” maggie sniffles, standing by the edge of the crib. you didn’t know what to say, so you make up something. “he went to go pee, mags.” you mumble, picking her up. “i dont want you! i want daddy.” maggie began to throw a tantrum, kicking her legs.

you put her down, “okay, wait right here.” you reply, walking out of the room. you walk down to the masterbedroom, peeking your head through the door. your eyes are met with the sight of matt getting dressed, the bedsheets changed.

his eyes meet yours, a smile on his lips. “did you sort her out?” he asks, walking over. “she want’s you, not me.” you sigh, rubbing your face. you had been stressed lately, so this made you feel worse.

“okay, no big deal. ill go see her now. dont stress ‘bout it.” matt replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead before making his way to the kids bedroom.

“daddy?” maggie cries, seeing matt’s figure in the doorway. “w’as wrong, mags?” he asks, fingers tapping against the crib. “i want you.” she frowns. “stay here till i fall asleep, p’ease? i scared.” maggie continued, laying down.

matt tucks maggie into sheets and turns on her night light. “nothing to be scared about, see?” he glances around the bedroom. “ill stay until you fall asleep though.” he continues, sitting down in the armchair beside her crib.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 ꨄ: it has come to my attention that i apparently ‘copied’ or ‘stole’ somebodys work. which i didn’t, i gave credits and still, it wasn’t enough. no one owns the idea that i happened to write about. for example, no ones getting upset about everyone doing ‘text messages ___ would send you’ since it’s been a trend for so long so i dont see how it’s a problem. and i will be doing it again because i like the idea. and i dont mind if people also use the idea, because im not mean. not starting anything, just expect that if your gonna write on this app people are going to like your ideas and use them whether you like it or not ❤️

taglist: @sturnobsessedwh0re @matthewsroses

[channiesdelululand]

'I need more'?!

NSFW Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI!, Unprotected sex, Private Voyeurism, and cursing. Please let me know if I left any out!

Short drabble because Christopher's solo stages have me slowly going insane so enjoy! LOL

You shouldn’t feel like this… You shouldn’t be so angry? Jealous? Honestly in this moment staring into the mirror of your hotel room, you were sharing with your boyfriend, you really had no idea what you were feeling. Your boyfriend, who was currently on his way home from the arena after another sold out show, he didn’t do anything wrong? Its not like he sat on stage half naked making the same faces he does with you alone, the same eyes rolling in the back of his skull while throwing his head back the same way you’ve seen him do 100 times. But 100 times for you, 100 times in the privacy of 4 walls, no one around. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy watching his little stage, because god quite the opposite. The second he strolled on the stage slowly dragging that chair… Your mind went blank, excitement starting to pool between your thighs. You loved every second of it. Every fake nail mark…. Every hand print… And now ‘I need more’? You know it’s just a stage. It’s his job. You’ve never felt this feeling before. So why this feeling, why now?

The sound of the hotel room door opening snapping you out of your mind spiral. 

“Y/N”

“Im in here, just washing my face.”

Just as you splash cold water on your face you feel arms wrap around your waist. His face resting against your back.

“You okay baby? You just about sprinted out of the arena after the show.”

You don’t answer, looking up meeting his gaze. You study his for a moment. His half zipped chrome hoodie exposing a bit of the left on stage make up from that damn stage. He watches your eyes burn into his chest.

“Baby? Come on now what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing babe, just tired. Had a little too much fun today thats all.”

“Okay if you say so, hurry and wash up so we can cuddle a bit before bed.”

He slowly unwraps his arms and leaves a lingering kiss to the inside of your neck. 

“Love you”

You hear him start to rustle around the room. You know he can tell something is wrong, not just from him asking but the look in his eyes. He can read you like a book. 

You notice the lights from outside in the room start to dim. You walk out of the bathroom to investigate.

“Chris what are you doing?”

Sitting in one of the chairs, jacket fully unzipped, basketball shorts still on but legs spread apart showing off his thick thighs. He has his head leaned back until he hears you start to walk over to him. Placing one of his hands on his lap lightly tapping himself, inviting you to come take a seat. 

“Come on baby girl, come take a seat and tell me why you seem so upset.”

Crossing your arms in protest, an attempt that wouldn’t last very long. You never lasted long when Chris looked like this. Hair disheveled, skin still sticky from sweat, half dressed because after a long show he just cant be bothered. 

“I don’t want to.”

“Oh you don’t? I just dont think I believe you.”

Reaching out to you still in your outfit from the concert. Tiny little skirt with nothing on underneath within grabbing distance of him. He takes the hem of your skirt pulling you a little closer to him. Running his index finger between your folds and bringing the wetness up to his mouth to suck it off. Taking everything in you to not whimper. 

“Sure doesn’t feel like you dont want to my sweet, deliciously sweet girl.”

He grabs your arm pulling you forward until you turn around, falling into his lap. You land so perfectly, your head falling back onto his shoulder, legs draped over his. His hands immediately start moving. One down under your skirt feeling around kneading your thighs. The other up your shirt finding your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. All while starting to give little bites to your ear lobe. 

“This is what I am thinking about you know.” he whispers into your ear as he starts circling around the bundle of nerves currently in desperate need of being touched.

“Think about when?”

“When im on stage, I picture this exactly. You in my lap letting me take you as I wish.”

“You mean when you are infront of thousands of people getting to think about you like that. Getting to fantasize about you.”

“Awww I know what’s wrong now. Did my baby get a little jealous?”

“Nooo” You start to whimper as he inserts 2 fingers and begins curving them up so perfectly.

“Oh yeah thats it, they may get to see what I look like when I think about you but they’ll never get to hear these sweet sounds that come from you.”

You feel his body shift as he pulls his shorts and boxers down enough to free himself. He take his hand and uses himself to start to tease you. Slowly causing you to buck, silently begging him to enter. 

“Nope baby I want to hear you tell me why you ran out of that arena so quickly when all I wanted after the show was to bend you over and take you before coming back here.”

“It’s silly Channie, fuuuckkk…. I don’t want to.” His fingers pumping in and out with his thumb circling your clit it was hard to think.

“Never silly baby tell me.”

“I was jealous…But not because you were on stage like that.”

“Oh?” You can feel his shit eating grin against your neck as he bites, sucks, and licks while you try to speak.

“I was jealous because I wasn’t up there with you. And Fuck Christopher you just looked so incredible. ”

“Good girl using your words.” He slips himself inside you pulling your waist down on him deeper. “Why don’t you show me what you would do if you were on stage with me.”

You sit up a bit, legs still draped over his, and begin moving yourself up and down.

“Chris, want them to know youre mine.” Your words slurring out.

“Yeah? Fuck yeah, show them. Show them what a good girl you are.”

“Im your good girl”

“Thats right baby, mine just mine. and I am all yours.”

He begins matching your bouncing with his own thrusts. Using one hand on your waist to guide you and the other to add extra stimulation.

He can feel you getting close and based off his unsteady grunts you could tell he was as well. 

“want me to show you how much I am yours y/n?”

“Yes, please show me!” You grasp at his thighs, as you feel the knot in your stomach about to burst.

“Fuck, Im going to cum in this pretty pussy and show the world you are mine. Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me and scream my name. No one can scream my name as perfect as can.”

“Chris uhhh fuck CHRIS”

“God, fuck you are such a good girl.”

Both of you reaching your high together, he starts to slow his movements helping you down from such a high, high. You can feel your combined arousal soaking Chris’ lap. You slouch down into his chest listening to his steading heartbeat.

“Imagine we did that on stage baby.”

“I think you be out of a job.” 

Both of you laughing against each other. You loved this feeling, right after where you felt so close to him.

“I love you Chris”

“And I love you more. I want to say there’s no need for you to get jealous but I’m not going to lie it’s pretty sexy on you.”

“Shut up! It’s not my fault you felt the need to look so fuckable on stage! You know what that manspreading does to me!” You turn slightly to playful swat at his arm but you are met with his hand palming your cheek and pulling you into the deepest kiss.

“Never forget I am yours, and I always will be.” You can hear his honey dripping smile through his words.

Suddenly all the unexplainable rage from an hour ago had melted away as you cuddled deep into Chris  and left little kisses on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. 

“And I am yours Channie, now and forever.”

[kaiser1ns]

#. DON'T BE AFRAID, LOVE IS THE WAY

featuring 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff. you want him to feel and be loved, so you kiss his pain away.

You could see it in his eyes, the exhaustion from giving so much of himself to others, or to one specific person, only to be met with harsh words or worse. Endo Yamato had always been the one to step up, to take the burdens that weren't his, to make sure everything else was taken care of—even if it meant he was left with nothing but bruises on his body and heart. It made your heart ache, the way he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, always putting himself last.

That cheeky grin he flashes when he does something reckless softened when he looked at you. He was playful, sometimes a little wild, but you knew the truth, you knew him—he was pure, a gentle soul who deserved all the love he gave and so much more. And you smiled ever so sweetly at him, going to cup and caress his cheeks before kissing him, showing him it's okay to be himself.

You held him close tonight, feeling the tension in his muscles as you wrapped your arms around him. He needed this, he needed you, he needed to know that someone saw him, truly saw him, and loved him for everything he was, is, and is going to be. You pressed your lips to his forehead, a soft kiss, then another on his cheek. "I love you," you whispered against his skin, but he heard it. You felt him relax, just a little, as you kissed his other cheek. "I love you so much," you repeated, the words seemed to sink into him, like the ink on his body, soothing the hurt, the frustration, the endless cycle of giving and getting nothing in return.

You kissed him repeatedly, on his nose, eyelids, and chin each time whispering the same words, pouring all your love into every touch. "I love you, so please love yourself," you murmured as you kissed the corner of his mouth and felt him smile. You adored every inch of him, especially the tattoo on his neck, that simple infinity symbol. It was a reminder of the boundless you felt for him, a love that would never end.

Finally, you pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, your hands cradling his face. "I love you, Yamato," you didn't just say it, you expressed it, you proved it to him, and you meant it. "Forever and always."

You’re his one and only, he is most comfortable when he is trapped in your arms. Don't allow him to be anything but yours. Your warm smile lit up your face, and you could see it reflected in his eyes. He was happy just being there with you, safe in your love.

You traced the lines of his tattoos with your fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath them. His arms, so strong yet vulnerable in your embrace, each touch was a silent declaration of your devotion, a reminder that you were there, holding him together when he felt like falling apart.

As you moved closer, your lips pressed softly against the inked skin, kissing along the curves and edges. His breath hitched, and you knew he was holding back something. When you returned to his face, you saw it—the tears welling up in his eyes, the ones he tried so hard to hide. But they fell anyway, tracing paths down his cheeks.

You didn't hesitate. You kissed each tear away, your lips gentle and tender as if by doing so, you could kiss away the pain that caused them. His tears tasted salty, but to you, they were a bittersweet reminder of his humanity.

For once, he was letting himself be taken care of, letting himself be loved without any expectations. And you were determined to give him everything he needed, everything he deserved, with your arms around him, and his skin warm against your lips, you knew that no matter what the world threw at him, you would always be there, loving him, cherishing him, for who he was.

taglist :: @nyxypoo @kazuhaiku @meidiary @maruflix @stunie

want him so bad that im clawing at my walls, ripping my hair out, throwing up, banging my head against the wall, foaming out the mouth, scratching my eyeballs out, throwing up a second time, rolling on the floor, screaming out loud, spinning in circles, biting my skin, shaking in pain, banging my head on the floor, crying my eyes out, he calls me princess and I will show him how it feels to be treated like royalty, endo yamato my sweet boy let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.