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[kurohe]

Things you can do to actively participate in the revolution

Here's the list !

I know some of those will look really silly, i promise they are not. And obviously, this is not a checklist, you don't have to do everything. But they're steps that you can absolutely take if you wish to, and they WILL help.

(i am continually correcting things when people point out mistakes. Thanks everyone for your help)

(under the cut !)

1) Let's start off with a very easy one you can do right now: stop using Chrome. It's a google owned browser, and it sents all of your data towards it. Mozilla is a very good replacement, but almost anything will do, really. Also, resign your amazon prime subscription. We revolting against capitalism as a whole, and this is a good first step to not freely give em your data and money

2) Start stealing things from supermarkets and malls. I am not kidding. Little things, that aren't really monitored: a can of food, a lighter, a pair of socks. Condiments are particularly easy to hide in bags or pockets. Steal hygiene products, steal food.

Remember that you should have access to those for free, and you don't because a few rich guys don't want you to.

Additional tip: train station stores are very easy to steal from, because they're so busy. But don't put yourself in danger. Check beforehand if they check bags at checkout, look out for employees that might notice what you're doing. Don't be reckless.

(edit: imma say this, you should read up on what the risks of stealing are, for you and others. Stealing from big stores is IMO always morally right, but it is risky for many reasons. Be careful)

3) In the same line, if you see someone stealing anything from a big store, no you didn't.

4) I know a lot of people are scared of disrespecting rules. By fear of being caught, or by guilt. My advice is: start disrespecting stupid, meaningless rules. I don't have specific exemples, but you'll encounter them and wonder why you're doing that. Stop doing it. This will train you to be able to disobey autority way easier.

5) Put stickers everywhere. If you already have them, go ham. Especially on public property (lamposts are amazing). If you don't, buy them from artists or independant stores, not big brands. If you cannot afford them, remember that you can simply write stuff on an A4 paper and plaster it to walls. Or even post its !

6) Carry a sharpie with you at all time, the big black ones. If you see propaganda, scribble it out. Keep a look out for terfs stickers, maga posters, etc. Also good for getting rid of transphobic and sexist stuff written on public restroom stalls !

7) Buy locally. This means going to the market or small stores, and thrifting your clothes. If you can't for money or accessibility reasons, try trading with your friends, family and neighbours. Get communication going in your circles, and you'll realise there are a lot of things that you can simply trade with or buy from people around you. Like a jar of jam against some eggs, or a pair of socks for a t-shirt you don't wear anymore !

8) Learn how to sew. I know, that sounds dumb ! But i promise you, not only will it be amazing to trade with other people ("i'll sew back ur shirt and in exchange, you give me a can of peaches !"), corporations also haaaate when you know how to fix your clothes. Because they want you to buy more. You'll spend a lot less money if you know how to fix em

9) If you have the space and the money, grow your own food, and share it or sell it around you. Be careful, some assholes will call the FDA on you. Do that with people you trust.

Additional tip: growing vegetables and fruits can be a real nightmare. You can absolutely start by just growing some basil or mint :)

10) Organise. Join leftist groups online, even if it's just to see what's being said, you don't even need to interact. Follow creators, repost and share their content. By doing that, you'll stay informed on group movements like strikes, protests and boycotts, which you can then participate in. It's very important you're connected to other ppl and the movements that are started !

11) Unionize. I'm very sorry I don't know the exact way unions work in the US, but if you can, join one. They will help you in times of needs, especially if you're a student or a worker. If you're not sure how to do that, absolutely ask around to people you know are very active politically, around you or online. People will help.

12) Stay. Informed. Follow independant papers and news outlet. If you can afford it, give them a dollar or two. They are fighting everyday for access to unbiased information for all, and sadly, their independance means that they rely almost entirely on donations and people simply engaging with what they put out.

If you can't access those: do not get your news from TV. Ever. Or anywhere else that has been bought by the far right. Sadly, the majority of TV channels are just the worst.

And, most importantly: fact check. All of the time.

13) Share that information. Talk to those you trust and who are ready to listen to you, and tell them about what's happening. Get angry with them. Revolution stems from people coming together and realising that they're being used and profited off of. Share videos and posts relating to politics, especially informative videos.

14) Go to protests ! If you've never been, i know it can be scary. But you can stay in the middle (don't go all the way to the front, that's where stuff can get heated) and scream and walk with everyone else. You'll meet people who, like you, want things to change. Capitalism wants you to stay as unconnected to others as possible, and that's a great way to fight that.

Sometimes, there are sites that have a planning for all protests happening in a city. Look up if one exists for yours

15) Create and strenghten community. I know i really struggled with this one, because it's so vague. But here's a few places you can start:

-Go and introduce yourself to your neighbours, if you deem it safe. Give them a little gift if you can afford it, like a pack of pasta.

-Make new friends, even if they aren't deep friendships. You need connections. Online or irl, both are fine- don't stay isolated.

-If you already have community, go check on them right now. Ask your friends how they're doing, and if they need anything- ask how they're being impacted by what's happening right now politically.

16) Look for ways to fuck over the institutions in easy ways. One example that went around tumblr a lot is letting dandelions grow in your backyard, because landlords fucking hate it. If you work in retail or fast food, cheat. Accidentally forget to scan the diapers. Put in 7 nuggets instead of 6.

(edit: been told that it's very risky for walmart workers to not scan things, so beware.)

17) Engage in art. MAKE art. Music, shitty paint drawings, craft, anything as long as you're being creative. Share it. If you feel like you can't do that, then support artists. Make a point to look up cool illustrations, and new music. Go to the cinema.

If you're an artist currently in an underpaid office job, please, by the love of god, be creative during office hours. You're underpaid, they do not deserve your full time and attention. Take 30 minutes to write that snippet you've been thinking about.

(and actually, if you're underpaid at all: do the minimum required. So that you can't be fired, but that's it. Any more effort is not worth it. Companies will never be thankful for what you do.)

18) Look up books that your state banned, and go read them. You can get them secondhand, or as pdfs online. (if anyone needs ressources, i will glady look for and share them.)

And, actually, read books in general if you can. Yes, fanfics count !

19) Seek education. There's a lot of youtube channels out there talking about educational subjects in a fun way. Some things the rich assholes who run the country specifically don't want you to learn more about are: biology, history and archeology, social and economic sciences. GO LEARN ABOUT THOSE.

The people in power don't want you to be educated. It's why they eviscerated the education system.

20) PIRATE. I cannot stress this enough, anything you can pirate (that isn't from small, indie creators, except if you absolutely can't afford it) do it. Download music illegally, torrent movies and games. If you want access to academical studies and papers, some writers will give them to you for free if you email them about it. There are also ways to go around paywalls.

21) Don't fall for the traps of "progressive brands". Lately, i've seen a lot of praise for Ben and Jerry's for openly supporting lgbtq rights and being globally anti-trump. They are still a brand. Avoid buying from any big names when you can. That being said, if you have to, check beforehand which ones and what their history is. Some are more evil than others.

Additional tip: a lot of brands you see in stores are actually owned by bigger brands. One prime example of this is Nestle, who are fucking evil, but they own a shitload of other big names. Be careful what you buy.

22) I hate to say this, but be prepared to defend yourself. Revolutions are never peaceful. You will get in danger. If you can, get in ok physical shape. Learn how to run fast and fight well.

If none of those are available options to you, please, make sure you have someone around you that will be able to protect you, or a place where you can be safe. Whether you are disabled, a minor, or anything else. Don't put yourself in more danger than is necessary.

(this used to also include getting a gun. I deleted it because i don't feel comfortable recommending this. But it's still an option.)

23) Last but not least, be kind. When someone cuts off a woman speaking, interrupt and give her the floor back. Shame those who think it's right to say bigoted shit in public. Listen to those around you. If you can't act, then remember to always have empathy for the homeless, for drug users, for immigrants. Understand they are people just like you. You are not immune to propaganda and prejudice, no matter who you are. Always question yourself and your biases.

(if you've read this far, please repost. We need this to reach as many people as possible)

I want to remind you that you're not alone. I know things seem hopeless, but the simple fact that you're reading this is proof it's not. I don't live in the US, but i'm supporting you as best i can from where i am, and sending you strenght.

If you have any questions, do ask away. I'll end on this image that's very dear to me:

[4pfsukuna]

She want a big dawg

Inspo: that trend on tiktok and yall know the one. Somebody made a edit to him to this and i seen the vision. Plus the girlies been saying they tired of smutt so

warning: its purely fluff; 865 word

Being ex military Terry always felt like he was on guard— being a light sleeper, always scoping the scenery out, early morning 6 mile bike rides but there was just something about you that put him at ease.

You were so soft, gentle, always finding the humor in something even if you did have a bit of a dark sense of humor. The scent of coconut always lingered on your smooth skin and your lips stayed pink and glossy no matter how much you licked them. 

The way you thought you could command him to do something even being nearly half his size when all he had to do was give you complete eye contact and you would fold like a lawn chair. All you had to do was bat those pretty brown eyes up at him and that man would build you a house anything to keep that smile on your face.

And in the evenings he loves sitting on the porch with you more specifically he’ll come find you wherever you are in the house, wrap his large arms around you and carry you listening to you rant about your day, or whatever book you were reading or whatever you see on social media.

“She dont want no puppy she want a big dog” you sing for the fourth time since he picked you up holding you with just one arm as if you weighed nothing and he just chuckles at you when you place a bunch of kisses on his face.

“You better chill before you start something mama” he leaves a peck on your lips watching the way you look at him with so much love and admiration like he hung the sun moon and stars in the sky just for you.

Ignoring him you squeeze him tighter in a hug loving the way he kisses the top of your head pulling you closer inhaling his scent feeling the humidity kiss your skin the minute he walks to the porch swing. down south was always warm but nothing could beat the warmth of your embrace.

“Babe, you know how much I love you?” You smile up at him tightening your legs around his waist and he holds your face in both of his large palms pecking your forehead, then nose and finally lips.

“What silly little tic tac trend you trying to trick me into now?” He asks, reading you like an open book watching the way your jaw drops. He knew when you were sweet talking him and what for too— you had been singing that song that one specific part for the past two days. 

“Its tik tok! And what you think you know me or something?” You playfully scrunch your face up pushing your long dark curls that fell from your bun out your face. He chuckles, angling his head down to you watching you squirm instantly. No matter how long yall was together it was certain things he did that still gave you butterflies and made you nervous.

“Baby girl don't insult me, of course i know you” and he pulls you back to him tightly closing his eyes enjoying the sound of nature as day turns into evening. “And i know if you keep pulling away from me imma have to really pin you down”

Terrys love language actually was physical touch, loved having you in his arms, carrying you, waking up in the morning to you still cuddled up to him or when he’s making breakfast and your little arms wrap around his waist grumbling about him leaving you and the bed being cold without him. Or when it’s your turn to cook dinner and he steals kisses knowing you don’t like to be bothered when you cook, always successfully fishing when you swat at him for trying to steal food from the pot. So who were you to deny this time as if your love language isn't spending time together.

You finally settle in his arms, head on his chest yet halfway on his upper arm and he sinks further into the swing slowly rocking it back and forth, left arm running up and down your back unaware of your antics until something catches his ear.

“She dont want no puppy” the music plays and you try to sit up as if he made empty threats tightening his biceps around your shoulders, he definitely was not against pinning you down. “She want a big dawg”

Opening his eyes he looks down at you watching how contempt you look with him squeezing tightly around you not even bothered in the slightest only looking up when you see him looking at you through the camera.

“Ok ok im done go ahead put your old man music on” you giggle happily. you got your video and his muscles were wrapped tightly around you, even placing a kiss on his bare chest before laying back down. Ignoring your slick comment he puts on redbone by childish gambino and like clockwork your hands start running over his back and arms slowly and softly turning him into putty, unraveling his muscles slowly putting him at ease like you always do. 

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Fan girl(friend)

Taylor swift x Leclerc!Reader

Face claim various Pinterest girls

Summary The 4th Leclerc sibling, the only girl and the one obsessed with Taylor Swift, this is her blossoming relationship with her idol

Warning Not proofread, spelling mistakes

A/N I love thissss. I wanted to post this before the Eras tour ends and I stated this a few weeks ago so I finished it in like a day so I hope it makes sense. It is also a bit on the longer side, but one of my favs I’ve made!

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Charles_Leclerc why am I not in it?

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Charles_Leclerc yeah… one picture, and only on the screen

Bsfuser What an amazing wknd!!

Yourusername FR!!

Lorenzotl Why does it feel like you arbor being responsible?

Yourusername i am…

arthur_leclerc how is it that Taylor swift is in ore posts then your own brothers?

Yourusername because she is better then you

arthur_leclerc also what happens in the 5th pic? And why wasn’t I invited?

Yourusername why do you think?

User1 this is so childish

Bsfuser says you…

User2 Swiftieee!!!!

User3 are you going to the eras tour?

Yourusername Hopefully! I am trying to get tickets!!

User4 I love her

User5 I am still shocked that she is older then Charles and Arthur

User6 wait what???

User5 yeah! I figured it out last week, she is 28, so 7 years younger then lorenzo, 2 years older the Charles and 5 years older then Arthur.

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User7 Amazing styleeee

User8 AUDREY?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??

User9 who is Audrey?

User8 she is Gracie (abrams) best friend! They know each other through Y/n’ best friend who knew each other through elementary school (bsf/n is from the us but moved to Monaco and her and Audrey kept in contact so now they are all friends)

User10 you can always trust to put something related to Taylor swift and formula 1 in her posts

User11 ateeee

Landonorris gorgeous

Yourusername Indeed an amazing song!

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User12 I am so jealous of her wardrobe

User13 wait… if she knows Audrey, doesn’t she know Gracie and then also Taylor??

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Charles_Leclerc I am disappointed that I am never in your photo dumps :(

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User6 I love your aesthetic

Arthur_Leclerc I am your ‘bestie’ why am I notion here??

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User7 hotttt

User8 wait… it is so funny to me that her friends are HUGE red bull and Mercedes fans

TaylorNation were glad you are enjoying the merch!!

Yourusername Yes! Thank you so much!!!!

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User10 queen 👑👸

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Reddit

[r/TaylorSwift: ‘I have a theory about that Taylor Swift and Y/n Leclerc are dating, read this to hear it!’]

U/TaylorSstan

Okay! So I know this might be a bit random, BUT, I have a theory! So all this is based on insta posts, interactions, time lines and connections so it could be 100% wrong.

But basically, a bit before Y/n went to the Eras tour we all know she was a BIG fan of Taylor. And of course she has a brother who is famous (also 2 others). And with that connection to F1 she knew the Alphine drivers, and with that Ryan Reynolds. And as we know Ryan’s is Blake’s wife who is Best friends with Taylor. So when Ryan went to the race he met Y/n cause they where both at alphine garage cause Y/n went to see Kika.

So my theory is; Y/n and Ryan met, they talked (and as some of you know, Y/n is also in love with movies/ marvel and with that Deadpool) so they began talking about that. And because Y/n has a education in Art and English + French we know she made suggestions for the new deadpool movie (confirmed by Ryan), and I don’t think that happens when she was with Kika and in the garage. So they prolly met up some time/messaged or mailed, so they kept in contact.

And am saying that cause if she knew Ryan and met him, she probably met Blake. (And we know she loves gossip girl) so they probably also are friends or at least acquaintances.

This is only one side now on to the real thing!; as we know Y/n went to the Eras Tour, and apparently got invited by Taylor Nation, and besides that got a cardigan (and original one!) plus a lot of CD’s and LP’s. So why would they give that to her? She’s not an influencer or someone famous? And to our information, they aren’t friends.

So I think that Y/n and Taylor met at one of Blake and Ryan’s gatherings/party’s, they are getting talking cause Taylor LOVES hard English words and Y/n has an English degree, they maybe exchange phone numbers, and became friends. Y/n went to the tour, they talked back stage maybe hung out a few more times. Now after this we don’t really have any more info, but with how much Taylor Nation has commented on Y/n’ posts, and with the teasing from her brothers, I think something is going on.

Also i have a small 2nd Theory that is really short; so as we know, Y/n is friends with Gracie and Laufey, and they both opens for Taylor, so Taylor and Y/n could have met through them (like at a party, at the house or smt else)

So if you see any soft launch soon just know I already told you!

Comment if you have any questions, and let me know your thoughts!!

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F1Fannn Sourse be like; trust me bro

Reputationnnn this is ….. interesting ….. I’ll say that

Swiffieee wait… why are you kind of on to something???

Fearfull isn’t this a bit if a stretch tho??

Taylorsgf I like this… kind of?

Leclercfann I think it is a great theory, but I think there are quite some blank spaces. Like there isn’t a lot of time between her going to the party and her going to the Eras tour, so if they met there than there is quite a small time space for them to have gotten to know each other and to maybe start dating.

TTPDloverrr Well I think it depends on the people, some people start dating after knowing each other for a few weeks and other after years. And as the OP said, they could also have met through Gracie or Laufey.

Y/nstann I think the theory’s are maybe like combined? Like that Y/n met Taylor first through Gracie or Laufey and later again through Blake and Ryan. If that makes sense

TaylorsVersion I honestly don’t really know what I think about this/what I believe, but if they are together they would be a power couple

Ferrariiii I shippp

SpeakNeverr they would be a cute couple fr

Taytayyy isn’t this a bit far… like they could just be friends and you are diggin in to their lives….

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Celebnews spottted; Taylor Swift and Y/n Leclerc going out to eat! The two girls were spotted going out to lunch earlier today, the two girls where later seen walking around NYC and after they were both seen going home.

Is this a new friendship blooming? Or something more perhaps?

Let us know your thoughts!

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User11 they look so hot….

User12 if they would be together they would be a power couple tho….

User13 seeing this after the Reddit post is kind of sus….

User1 ew🤢🤮

User2 isn’t this like… very unrespectfull??

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User3 OMG?!

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User4 SOFT LAUNCH?!?!

Landonorris hope you had a great time😉

User5 did he not see the girl in those pictures????

User6 this after the leaked pics and the Reddit post… it’s starting to add up…

User7 maybe that Reddit user was right all along…..

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Yourusername Another Eras tour, and Formual 1 race, this time with a special guest

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User8 wait…. Could it be Sabrina?? She has blond hair..

User9 wait… is she had a guest how did no one see her??

User10 I think they snuck in and kind of hid it smt, I didn’t even know Y/n was at the race so….

Charles_Leclerc Happy to have you and the guest

User11 This is so cute tho….

🔒Taypriv cutieee

User12 OH?!?!?

User13 WHO IS THAT?!?!

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Yourusername Soooo…. Secrets out I guess. I have a lovely girlfriends that is Taylor Swift!

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Taylorswift you’re the cutest

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Charles_Leclerc Finally I don’t have to keep this to myself

MaxVerstappen as if you did

PierreGasly Yeah he me like imidietly

CarlosSainz he couldn’t shut up and kept playing Taylor’s music (it was also great meeting her)

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Arthur_Leclerc I still don’t know how you pulled her….

Taylorswift same tho…

Landonorris soooo…. I’m sorry…

User3 I AM FREELING OUT

Ferrari We are happy to have you in the garage again!

User4 wait…. Does this mean that the grid has met her??

User5 POWER COUPLE FOR REAL!!!

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User6 AAAWWWW!!

Taylorswift

User7 this is so cuteee

TaylorNation Welcome to the familie!!

User8 Soo… no more Y/n fangirling….??

User9 I think we will now have Y/n simping over her girlfriend..

User10 wow…. Now I understand why they’re dating..

Arthur_Leclerc can I get tickets?????

User11 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD!!

User12 this has me foaming at the mouth…

User13 I LIVE THIS!!!

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I hope you liked it! I did the Reddit part in it cause y’all liked it last time, repost and comment cause it helps a lot!!

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hi!! I’m a little lurker who only did one request once and I forgot what happened to that one so I have a different request!!

can you…uhm…write a little thing about priest!fyodor who believes reader to be a god but reader just a normal human?

And like human is a virgin and…you know where I’m going with this.

A worshiper Fyodor taking his beloved God’s virginity by riding reader until he passes out from how many times Fyodor bounced on his cock.

idk I just can’t stop thinking about it but I don’t think I worded it pretty well and you have pretty words soooo…

I’m sorry for bothering you with this imma just

go back to lurking once more…

but if I could bother you again? Can I be 🕶️ anon please?

This is similar to something I have started long ago! On my old blog! But it got deleted along with my drafts :’)

Dom!reader x sub!priest!fyodor - reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (I use dick), use of condom (wow scary), no prep, cum play (licking), hierophilia, corruption, taking virginity, worshipping, fucking in a church, dacryphilia, handjob, cumming untouched, mind break, sub space, bruises, god - worshipper relationship

It happened the moment he laid his eyes on you. When you walked in, pass the grand wooden door and slandered through the small halls. That miraculous day was Sunday, morning to be precise, and you came in late for the morning chant. Everyone who sat on the benches turned their head to look at you, some with scorn, some with a mocking grin. You looked unfazed and went straight to the first row, keeping eye contact with one single person, the priest in charge.

That cold attitude despite the loud voices, the way your every move was as smooth and elegant as clear water. Your expression after sitting down, lips shut while keeping your arrogant eyes on him, as if to judge him, to attest to something. All that appeared divine in his eyes, superior even, it caused a shudder to run down his spine. He had never felt such a pressing sensation before, it was the first time.

You were staring at him so much, though he couldn’t read your intentions. Nothing, only emptiness. A gentle breeze, that brought forth comfort, turning into an icy storm capable of destruction. These words would be perfect to describe you, or how his view of you, because everyone else seems to think otherwise. Most of them scoffed about you coming in late, those little complains soon changed into more vicious words. Like a devils curse, causing the once friendly guests to sin.

“Dear father, may we continue with the morning prayers?” Among the low whispers of the devil, a voice akin to an angels emerged. “Excuse me..?” Fyodor murmured, eyes subconsciously darting to the direction of the sound. Once again, it was you who called out to him. A blush crept onto his cheeks when he noticed your piercing gaze, it was a little embarrassing that he dazed out there. “Yes, of course, pardon my inattentiveness.” The priest said, glancing at you a last time before focusing on his duties. Or at least he tried, because he couldn’t concentrate. The entire time he found himself stealing glances at you, watching you. This wasn’t like him, he couldn’t even recognise himself.

From then onwards, he found himself searching for your eyes or attention. It began with him asking around about you, then it gradually turned into him actively seeking you out. Your meetings became more frequent, and more private as well. One day, he found you kneeling in the confession box, boringly staring through the bars. He quickly positioned himself, then asked, “what brings you to me, my child?”

Seeing you up close was a new experience, he felt the tingly sensation crawling around his body again. “Father, I’m here because I believe you have something to confess.” You said with a voice coated in sweet honey. “Me, confess?” The priest mumbled, obviously baffled by your words no matter how he adored your voice. “That’s right, I can see. If you have something to say, do it now.” After hearing you out, he swallowed the lump in his throat, before smiling at you meekly and admitting, “I fear I’m not loyal to my god anymore.”

It took a lot out of him, a servant of god, to utter these words. Of course it wasn’t without reason. Simply being in your presence made him feel special and watched, as if those nonchalant eyes of yours were the watching gaze of god. He couldn’t explain it, it was a chilly feeling, but at the same time it burned him from the inside. “Speak, father.” You spoke, then he suddenly slammed his hands against the wall separating the two of you. “My lord, you don’t have to speak politely with me. I, Fyodor, this lowly subject of yours, am ready to serve you with all my heart.” The male announced, smiling at you in delight, cheeks rosy as he declared you as his new god.

Anyone who heard this would have thought he was out of his mind, staring at him with a face that screams the word disbelief. But not you, contrary to what one would expect, your expression stayed neutral. “My subject? Lord?” You questioned his choice of vocabularies, tilting your head to the side. “Yes, oh lord, please let þis servant worship you.” Then, to your surprise, the father you were supposed to confess to kneeled down and clasped his hands together, praying to you with a sickening obsession.

That shivering, oppressive feeling didn’t leave him alone, it gnawed at him and told him this was the right thing to do. He couldn’t care less what he was supposed to do or not, all that wasn’t important anymore. Since his deity has come down and granted him an audience, he only has to follow their- your orders from now on.

Whatever got him acting this way was all in his head, you were nowhere near of being a god. Quite the opposite, you were just a human like him, and you found his actions irritating. But you weren’t any better, you didn’t correct him, rather, you liked that desperate look on his face. You wanted to test his limits, to see how far he’d go for you. In truth you enjoyed playing god for him, depending on who you are asking this might be even more twisted than what fyodor was pulling off.

It started with you getting him to do bothersome stuff for you, sometimes it also became materialistic. Other times you would just converse with him and enjoy his company. He’d ask tausend questions about you, some trivial, some existential ones. Most of the time you’d put up with his antics, acting like a benevolent and nice deity. That’s when one day, one of his curiosities caught you off guard. It was when he asked you:

“my lord, do.. you want me to comfort you?” You stared at him with furrowed brows and scoffed “comfort? Where did you get that idea?” “You look stressed my lord, I wish I could do something for you.” Fyodor said, he was on his knees in front of you, who was sitting on a bench in a huge room. The room where each Sunday a crowd of people would come in for morning prayers.

He looked up at you with foggy eyes, hands itching to worship your body. How could someone be this divine and perfect? Obviously he was the chosen one, he was born to meet you. “That… I’ve never done anything like that before. Speaking of which, have you, as a priest?” You questioned, a tiny bit interested. “No, I kept my chastity for you, my god.” Fyodor answered shamelessly, then thought about what you told him.

If what you said was right, then he awfully wanted to give his first to you, and to be your first as well. To take the virginity of his most beloved god and to give, there was nothing more he could ask of. “Is that so?” Your warm voice broke off the momentary silence, then you continued with, “come here.” You tapped your thighs, wondering if he would do it. Did he believe in you enough to commit something that has always been taboo for him? A part of you doubted it, but you wished he’d obey you yet again.

The boy stared at your moving hands for a while, then did as you instructed, climbing onto your lap with reddened cheeks. “…like this?” He raised his arms, about to wrap them around your neck but decided against that. Then he bawled them into fists and kept them behind his back, before grinding against your crotch with his own bulge. “Nghh... fo-forgive me, hah I-lord, can I please continue?" Fyodor mumbled with squinted eyes, biting his bottom lip while he let his desires take over. You grabbed his waist, wrinkling his black robe and stopping him, whispering, "D-don't move, not in the church." Your conscious forbid you from carrying out such acts in a holy place. Sure, you provoked him first, though you didn’t expect it to escalate this soon.

He begged you with glistening, teary eyes, hoping you'd let him go further than that. It felt so good he couldn't stop, he has never even touched himself before so that simple gesture was enough to make him drool. "P-please." Fyodor groaned into your ear, his voice has never been this needy or lewd, it surprised both of you. Instead of stopping when you told him to, he continued to grind against you and whimper, "use me however you see fit, my lord, please let me he-help you." You clenched your teeth, use is a strong word. It’d be a lie to say you weren't aroused, so you sighed and complied with his request, "dammit, fine. Go and get my bag."

This was how you were going to have your first? Giving it to a crazy priest who believes you were a being above humanity? Who would have guessed…

You watched him get off with shaky legs, the spot between his legs was all wet and sticky already. Was it normal to be this sensitive? It's probably because he's a virgin, just look at him eagerly bringing your stuff to you. Once he came back, you fumbled around in your bag, luckily you always brought your stuff with you in case of a spontaneous one-night-stand. It never happened before, yet you knew you would need it one day. After you were done with the preparations, you opened a pack of condom, about to pull it over your length when he clasped his hand over yours. "L-let me do it." He proposed, hands shaking with embarrassment as he took slowly pulled it down to the shaft. You almost laughed because he was making such a big deal out of it, sweating furiously with an ashamed gaze.

"Do you find it dirty to touch it?" You chuckled after watching him for a bit, finding his reactions pretty amusing. "No-no.!! No.. that, I-I'm.." His face heat up again as he tried to find the right words. In the end he decided to just speed up the entire thing, and grabbed the bottle of lube that was in your other hand. Then he squeezed the contents onto your dick and spread it evenly, wondering if this would even fit. After a minute, you grabbed his wrist and scoffed, "are you done playing?" Out of nervousness and excitement he forgot to stick it inside him, looking away in shame before lining the tip up with his hole.

"HnnGgh.. this is h-hard.." he complained under his breath, trying his best to take you. You wanted to prepare him first, but he said he wanted the first thing to enter him to be you and not some fingers. Since that was what he wanted, you decided to let him be. That's what led to your current situation, where he's desperately poking his entrance with your dick. “NghhHg..! Ah, f-feels good..” Finally he managed to take your tip, already panting like he had ran a marathon. "Good job." You praised him, then caressed his soft thighs. They were covered by his clothes, which annoyed you a little, so you gripped his hips and butt before slamming him down your cock. "AhhHGGgNN.!? AahHH..! H-hurts.." He moaned out loudly, then slumped against your chest, fingers clawing at you for support.

Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, his body shivered at the sudden impact. You were stretching him so much, he could swear his butt was going to tear. At the same time he was so happy, enjoying this to the fullest. His insides were working overtime, trying to accommodate your thickness and length, his rim clenching and loosening up with each inhale. He made such sinful noises when your hands squeezed his snatched waist, to the point you wondered if he was telling the truth earlier. After waiting for him to stop holding onto you like his life depended on it, you cupped his cheeks, making him look up at you. “Look here, fyodor, tell me how good it feels.” Then you grind your hips against his.

The movements were minimal, you didn’t make him ride you yet, only pushing it slightly deeper inside him. Yet the reaction was better than expected. He arched his back, throwing his arms around your neck out of reflex and whined, “ahHhH!! I-i love it, god, it’s so NGhh m-my insides are tingling..♡” You clicked your tongue, grabbing his butt to have a better grip and praised him, “so good for me.. there’s to turning back now, you don’t mind sinning for me, right?” He didn’t even think twice before saying, “I’ll do whatever you want me to..!”

After getting his permission, you told him to hold onto you tightly. Once he did as you commanded, you manhandled him and made him go up and down your dick. Your little worshipper wasn’t particularly short, rather, he was unusually light. He couldn’t even keep a straight face composure anymore, crashing against you once again as he moaned into your ears. Poor boy was crying due to the overwhelming pleasure, thighs trying to close together in a twitching manner and toes curled off the ground. Drool dripped down his chin and soaked your clothes, all while he moaned out your Titel.

“L-lord, god.. ah, please!! S-slow down.. ngHh, too much, too big..♡♡” his voice became higher with each trust, and bruises began to form around his hips because of your rough grip. “Didn’t you say I can do what I want?” You reminded him, licking your lips when you saw his melting face. How those beautiful water drops raced down his cheeks like soft rain against a window. His pupils even formed little hearts to match that pleasure-ridden gaze in his eyes. Most of his bangs stuck to his forehead, the rest of his hair bounced around whenever you made him ride you.

Then you said fuck it and ripped his priest robe, so that you’d have more access to his skin. “Hu-hUHmnn..?! M-my lord! AhhHNN!!” He shrieked when he noticed one of your hand on his inner thighs, pinching and groping his skin. “W-why there..? Nghhh…” Fyodor groaned, a tad embarrassed by the intimate touch. His deity was touching him after all. Alone the thought of you, his one and only god, fucking him and using him was enough to get him to the verge of cumming.

More precum leaked from his shameless tip, soiling the back of your hand. “M-m’sorry, so-sorry..ah, for being d-dirty..!” He immediately apologised, holding your wrist weakly and bringing it to his lips. Then he slowly licked off the pre, using kitten licks that looked so inexperienced and adorable that you had to tease him more. Sticking your finger into his mouth and snapping your hips against his. Fastening your pace, going rougher and deeper, rutting into him like he was some fleshlight. At this point his petite body won’t be able to take it! He’s so slim and vulnerable, it’d be a shame to break his mind and make him your toy, wouldn’t it?

“MhmMNN… ah, r-right there..Nghh, too f-fast, g-god! feels good~ ♡” Fyodor mewled into your ears, squeaking as he tried to shake his ass for you. But he was more on the passive side, letting you move his body however you saw fit. His sloppy and slutty hole was making squelching noises whenever you bottom out in him, all sticky with lube already. You were so caught up in the moment, you weren’t even sure what you were doing. All you knew was you wanted to touch him, to feel up his figure and trace the outlines of his body. Then you kissed his neck, causing him to whimper uncontrollably. “Hnghh… I- mHhm, l-lord help me.. I want more♡ something is coming out..!!” The boy gasped and smiled, grinning satisfied, the expression almost looked dumb.

You did as he asked of you, slamming him down onto your dick harder and trying to hit his sweet spot more often. The way it rubbed and played with his soft and warm walls made him see the light, or he was just about to blank out. “Nghh! F-forgive me.. for my siiiinnns..!! ♡♥︎～” The priest, Fyodor, your exclusive worshipper and toy servant groaned a last time before shooting ropes of cum out of his twitching member. His thick and filthy cum got everywhere. From his ripped clothes to his milky inner thighs and chest. Then he slumped down, pleasure and sensations he never felt before all coursing through him at once. He felt so good, this was the first time he felt this amazing. It must be due to you, because of your blessings.

Oh how lucky he was to serve such a kindhearted and generous god, who was patient enough to show him all this bliss. This was heavenly~ His body was still a shaking, twitching mess. The lingering ecstasy making him sob and moan louder. After giving him a gift this great, he will have to serve you even more diligently and wholeheartedly! He will make sure to worship and treasure whatever you gave him!

Even you had to catch up your breath since the session was so intense, panting a little while still admiring him. You were still inside him, and he was clenching down onto you without letting you pull out. Then you leaned back against the lean of the bench, signing when you realised what you just did. Now you were definitely going to hell. Fucking a priest in the praying halls, were you possessed? Right before you could tell him to get off, since you two had to clean up, he took off his clothes completely. “Huh..? Fyodor?” You whispered in disbelief. Sure, you ruined his robes, but why did he take them off?

It was the first time you saw him entirely naked, and he was as skinny as you noticed him to be. His nipples were all hard and pink, a cute colour in your opinion. A few seconds later, he re-positioned himself in your lap despite his legs giving up under him. Then, he slowly rode you, jumping up and down while wrapping one hand around his shaft. You rushed to stop him, saying, “wait a sec- shouldn’t we, especially you, take a break?” Seriously, for how sickly and pathetic he looks, he had quit the stamina? Instead of obeying you like normally, fyodor smirked obsessively and moaned, “G-god, forgive me for i-indulging..! Ahhh.. I’m so sinful, I deserve punishment. But..!! it’s just so good I can’t stop ♥︎♡.”

What…? Wait- isn’t this priest too slutty…?? It seems you’ll have to suck it up and wait until he milked himself dry on your dick ♥︎

[solitude4chiron]

Hobie Headcannons cs some of y’all be treating this man like he’s some white goth nga that’s never had black experiences 😭😭 these are js off the top of my head so don’t tweak out… JUH VIBE

He’s most likely Jamaican/British or African/British because he’s from the UK

He has had multiple people try to force him into playing basketball at least once because he’s 6’5

“Man, so you telling me you ain’t never tried going D1?”

“Never even played.”

“NIGGA WHAT?”

Has gotten his hand popped multiple times from touching his hair while getting it done

“How many do you have left?”

“Boy move that damn hand.”

Gives horrible advice then says “but I don’t kno, thats just me”

“She cheated on me bru. Like cheated. Called me ON FACETIME while they was hunchin.”

“Me personally I would find the guy and start a gas leak in their house while his family is sleeping. But ion kno, that’s just me tho.”

Played soccer as a kid with a makeshift paper soccer ball

Was one of those kids who were forced to finish their plate before leaving the dinner table so he would sit at the table till the next day playing with his food

Illegally listens to and downloads most of the music he likes

“Wanna do a Spotify blend?”

“Y’all use that shi?”

“who df are you bro…”

Will side eye you till you burst out laughing if you both see something crazy in public 

Sung chi-chi man religiously as a child before he knew what the song meant (iykyk)

Takes pictures of white people with braids or locs

Hobie: Attachment: 1

disgusting creatures…

Hangs trash bags on his doorknobs around the house

Had entire debates as a child with older people at the cookout on why he should be able to eat ribs instead of hotdogs

“These steaks for the adults, go grab a lil hotdog and a juice.”

“But why? Can’t we both eat and enjoy the same things without you having to dehumanize me and view me only as a child without preferences for food?”

“Boy go get that fuckin hotdog and caprisun get out my face.”

Had his hairline pushed back astronomically far when he was little (Nigerian boy canon event)

On the other hand he probably never had his hair cut as a kid and started free-forming when he was young (I’m conflicted between both)

Constantly had a smart mouth as a kid (he still does), like CONSTANTLY. Once he got his lips snatched and balled into a fist

Would steal, get caught and say is “it cause I’m black?”

“Yo, were you stealing back there?”

“Why bruv? Cause I’m black?”

“Nevermind.”

Touches hot ass food with his bare hands. Like he will flip pancakes with his hands.

Can literally sleep anywhere.. like anywhere. People in his band have pictures of him hunched over on sinks, sleeping on bathroom floors, in bathtubs with the curtains wrapped around him, on the bus. Anywhere you can think of.

He doesn’t spend much money on birthday gifts or gifts in general. He likes to make things by hand even if he has to spend a few weeks

After his shows he loves to meet people in the crowd, even if they freak out. He isn’t really for the idolizing so he doesn’t know how to express his emotions too much on that.

“OH MY GOD HOBIE!?!”

“i aint think i was that special but thanks luv”

• His jacket makes HELLA noise and he doesn’t realize it. Just like if he had beads in his hair.

“imma get bro good this time..”

“Hobie don’t even try to scare me, i hear that big ass jacket thumpin down the hallway.”

• The first time he kissed a girl with lip piercings like his, they got caught on each other. They sat there for almost half and hour trying to untangle each other without hurting each other.

• He’s definitely been called a few different celebrities before, none really looked like him.

“Are you playboi carti?!”

“Bruv.”

over.

“Your that rockstar dude lancey right?”

“bru…”

and over.

“you Opium?”

“I’m starting to feel this is lowkey sterotypical…”

and over again.

• When he’s in the pit at concerts he looks out for the younger people towards the front to make sure they don’t get thrashed around too hard.

“you good young’n?”

“I CANT FEEL MY FACE”

“that’s cool too”

• He only really steals from big corporations, not small family owned places. Just out of respect. Even when they say he can take things for free he still pays, maybe a few dollars over budget.

• He loves collecting trinkets and little things he finds on the streets or backstage. He has multiple spoons, buttons and scrap fabrics laying around

• When he first learned about capitalism he realized it everywhere, like EVERYWHERE. That boy was pissed.

• He loves girls who can beat him tf up, like whoop his ass. Or girls who will cuss him tf out. Sometimes you both will be arguing and he’ll just sit back and let you go off on him.

anyways yawl that’s it lmk if I should drop some more this was fun asl to make 😛

[hana-no-seiiki]

Would you do a second part of Damián x Cat!villain!reader? Or maybe something with a different plot, but I need it too much 😵‍💫

I don’t usually entertain part 2 asks but cause it’s you my adorkable Lucas, I shall. I’m adding the other boys and some wild cards for good measure.

tw/cw: yandere, dick’s part gives me major second hand embarrassment but maybe that’s a me issue, (implied) jason has seggs with your unconscious body (but it’s consensual). damian is aged up but still younger than reader hence the condescending way of speech the latter has for him.

ROOFTOP TALKS W/ THE BOYS

☁️ . . . w/ Dickie Boi

When you were dating it was a lot of you flirting and him asking you to be a bit more professional. And then you promptly reminding him that your profession is being a thief.

And that you were taking that profession seriously by stealing his heart.

Kisses in the rain were pretty much your guys’s thing. As much as your cat heart hated being wet.

When he became Nightwing and after Jason’s death, you guys didn’t break up immediately. Just fizzled out. Long talks about everything and anything became short greetings and small talk until you two officially ended it.

Nowadays Dick tries his hardest to get your attention, he shows off a lot. Ups the romanticness of it all. Brings you all around the city for dates before you two chill on your favorite spot.

Dick felt great. He just spent an entire night out on a date with his first love, some might argue that you’re his only true one too. You two haven’t been able to hang out due to the chaos of life and Jason. But finally he was able to have you for himself for once. No Tim to watch you two through the cameras (he made sure all of those were unavailable), no Damian to stalk you two within the shadows (it took a while, but he managed to convince the big ol’ bat to keep the youngest occupied), and no vigilante business he had to deal with.

There was just one last thing. A kiss. (He wanted sex, to feel you around him again. But considering you two just got back into the swing of things he was willing to wait)

He closed his eyes, and leaned forward.

Only to be met with air.

And then the ground.

“Uhm. Did you just — I mean I know I look cute tonight and all — but did you just try to kiss me, Grayson?” You had only managed to narrowly dodge the action. A little amused by the way he’s currently making out with the floor, but mostly confused and somewhat terrified.

Dick groaned, of all the things to put him on the ground this week. “I thought - I thought we were…”

You looked at him, blinked a few times, and managed to utter out, “Dude.”

☁️ . . . w/ Hubby Toddy

Imma be honest with you. You two bone 80-90% of the times you guys meet.

The only reason that it’s not 100% is because of the danger you two are in for that 10-20%

The vigilante/villain lifestyle and environment isn’t ideal for boning 24/7 y’know.

The reason why you guys fuck so often is cause Cat Villain! Reader being the menace they are only has to remind Jason that he died a virgin for you two to get down to business.

The Batboys are obsessed with proving themselves/ a point in general after all. So you often play them like a fiddle with just a few words.

Aside from that, a lot of your rooftop talks are you being snarky towards each other. Jason asking you to stop risking your life with heists and you vice versa with his vendetta.

Which usually leads to anger fucking but I digress.

You two often snack on the greasiest, unhealthy food while together.

Sometimes you spend hours talking about what he missed while he was gone. Of course he already knows everything. He kept tabs on you and whatnot. But hearing you speak gives him a sense of calm like no other.

Cuddling ftw. Jason adores enveloping you.

He likes doing stuff that proves that you exist?? Like that you’re next to him. That both of you are alive in that moment.

“‘M sleepy.” Your eyelids were beyond heavy at that point. Jason wanted you to be up for every single round, and it seemed like his stamina was endless.

Usually you’d pass out and he’d just continue getting off using you but that night he gave you a challenge. Something about wanting to see the way your pretty eyes as he ruined your insides.

“Too much action for you tonight, kit?”

“Mhm.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.” He shifted your body in a more secure position, wrapping his large arms around your form.

“Promise me you won’t disappear?”

“I’m here always.” He let out a deep breath.

As soon as he made sure you were out cold he continued,

“Not even death will keep me away from you, baby.”

☁️ . . . w/ Timsies Whimsies

Most of your hang outs are spent indoors

Otherwise it’d be you hovering over his shoulders as he works on his projects.

Most of your rooftop times with Tim are spent in silence, playing video games, or board games.

Sometimes you two would spend hours playing and voicing cheesy dating sims.

But sometimes you use the time to get him to sleep.

You two are very much opposites when it comes to sleep times. Like if we go full on cat mode here, you prolly sleep off like 70% of your life.

I really shouldn’t be writing this while I’m sleepy as hell shouldn’t I?

Tim had never slept so well in his entire life.

All he remembered before being lulled into dreamland was you singing, patting him on the head, and some laughter before everything went dark.

But now he wishes he never slept at all.

“Is this . . . an edit of us a kids—“

Tim slammed his laptop shut so hard he’s pretty sure he’d broken it.

You looked at him incredulously. How long had you been snooping through his stuff? How did you even manage to unlock it? He made sure it was inaccessible even to Bruce.

“I . . . I read this one fanfic . . . that we met as kids and grew up together.” He confessed.

Yes, Tim gets brainrots over [Cat Villain Name] x Reader / Red Robin fanfics. Could you blame him?

“Honestly that’s pretty cute and wholesome. The other things you have there on the other hand . . . “

“I’ll pay for all of your boba expenses for a year if you forget about this.”

“A decade and I’ll never look through your shit again.”

“Deal.”

☁️ . . . w/ Damie Baby

Up until recently your rooftop meetings have been an even more snarky version of Jason’s with less hatefucking more … hating.

While Dick is more extravagant with how he shows off. Damian is more on the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m just this awesome’ side of the spectrum.

It took him a while to finally figure out that you being a menace is more of a facade if anything

And boy did it make him get a romantic boner when he found out

Like it went from you teasing him to hell and back to him turning the tables

“Wow, ain’t it past your bedtime, Damie?”

“Not my fault I can’t get a wink of sleep without you beside me.”

“. . .Ah.”

Aside from that you like roping him into playing games and basically all the things he missed out on being trained to be as an assassin.

He in turn does more traditional courting methods on you. Like buying you flowers, having slow dances.

Sometimes you do each other’s henna.

(He definitely is smug about it when other members of the batfam ask)

He often scolds you about reading so much late into the night…and insists he reads everything for you while you sit prettily on his lap

His favorite activity is running his hands through your hair as you lay your head on his lap while he dictates a book out loud. Usually it’s non fiction so that A) you’d sleep faster, and B) he gets his readings for uni in.

☁️ . . . w/ Bruce ig

“Hey, loser.” You purred, appearing from the underneath Batman’s cape.

Without a beat, he replied, “[Cat Villain Name].” and nothing else. He does not move. Doesn’t even make an attempt to seem affected by your antics.

“Awe, I missed you too!” You hugged him tightly and gave a pat for measure.

You were about to let when you felt a weight atop your head.

He was… giving you a headpat? Albeit awkwardly.“Who are you and what did you do to—“

“Treat them well.”

And he disappears.

Hey, wasn’t that your move?

In anycase,

It’s about time that Bruce learnt,

if you can’t beat em, join em.

[buckgasms]

Sorry I'm not done thinking about Trailer!Bucky

Hope that's ok 🥹

- Becauuuuuuse

- It's because it's so hot there, so like you're always gonna be in something skimpy, and he's always gonna be shirtless or at least got his arms out.

- So you're both just like tempting each other beyond belief.

- And then when you're in the trailer everything's small and smooshed together so there's no real chance for personal space. So you're legs with touch, or he'll squeeze past you impossibly close and wrap his huge hands around your hips as he goes.

- It's outrageous.

- And like imagining hanging your washing out one day and it's all panties and bras and you suddenly feel all embarrassed and hot when you know he's seen them???

- But he feels pretty hot about it too lol. Like does he steal a pair off the line and use them to jerk off???

- Imma say yeah.

🌡️

- And just. The nights sitting out with him as the air gets cooler.

- I mean fuck it.

- Sat on his lap right because who doesn't wanna sit there? Your soft bare thighs pressed in his denim clad ones. He likes jiggling his leg because it makes you jiggle all over.

- His fingers trace along your arms, brush your hair away from your face and occasionally squeeze at your thighs and ass.

- And you get to skim your fingers across his chest, playing with his chain or his rings on his fingers.

- Urgh and imagine what his stubble feels like. So scrubbly and delicious 🤤

- And obviously you're gonna start kissing at some point.

- Again the beard. But mixed with his soft lips and perfect kisses.

- I'm just dead.

- He's going to be such a Dom (because I am a sluuuuut for that)

- But like a soft cuddly Dom who is just obsessed with you.

- Like when he kisses he grips your face in his hands like you are going to disappear on him and he won't let that happen. He loves when you whimper and whine as you kiss. Just makes him even more crazy.

🌡️

- But what makes it trailer park Bucky?

- I think the sexy times are a bit sloppy yknow? He likes it messy and sweaty. He wants to have you quivering, covered in come and sweat and tears and spit.

- But it's so fucking good that you actually don't care.

- Like every evening his mission is accomplished. You are all of those things and more.

- And the talk is going to be on another level.

- I think petnames because I am a slut for petnames

- "Babygirl" "Honey" "Good girl" "Sweetie"

- but also

- "dirty girl" "my little slut" "pretty whore"

- I mean he'll call you anything that makes you flutter or giggle depending on the situation.

- Take it baby. Take all of me honey.

- Look what a mess you are. So fucking pretty.

- You like it when I use you huh? Like being a little slut for me?

- Yknow everyone can hear right? Know they're hearing you cry for my dick baby?

🌡️

Ok id better stop but omg I want hiiiim

[bloos-bloo]

HELLOOO!! I HAVE RETURNED- ANDDD Idk how to do lineups- please- this is a new type of embarrassing for me lmaooo-

BUT HEY! BISHOP REDESIGNS PART…. 3! YIPPEEE-

I didn’t change much lore wise- so the original sheet still has some info- but I will be info dumping under the cut with the individual art of each and like- my inspirations for them.

Narinder changed a lot- ummm he’s such a slay now. Omggg- Tee hee- Anyways, His pronouns are He/Him and he’s Pansexual- yes yes. He’s no longer a disciple but he’s an Undertaker and a GraveWatcher. Thought it was more fitting for him-

Ummm he’s based off a Kurilian Bobtail cat :D I NEEDED TO MAKE HIM FUN TO DRAW OKKK?? AND NOW HE ISSS AKDBDJDBJD

Leshy uses He/Him pronouns and he’s gay demisexual Yaaayyy- :D He’s a bartender and occasionally farms, but he rather destroy the plots for fun or eat the crops.

I kinda took all kinds of inspirations for him- ummm first of all- I based him off the Moss Creeps from hollow knight- cause yeah- they’re adorable. HE HAS LESS CLOTHING CAUSE HES ALWAYS IN THE DIRT- Less clothes = Less of a hassle to deal with clothing being restrictive. It makes totallyyy sense- yes yes

Me accidentally making Heket my favorite- tee hee- WIBDKDBD OK- Heket uses She/Her pronouns and she’s aroace. She has no time for no MAN OR WOMAN- AS SHE SHOULD!! GIRLBOSS YOUR WAY THROUGH LIFE!! YIPPPEEEE- She’s usually a cook but once a while she’ll go on missions. Give her a weapon of any kind and she’s golden.

For the life of me- I cannot draw frogs- so I based her off of the Chinese Giant Salmander- just pretend she’s totally based off a frog.

Imma be so honest- idk why I always draw Kallamar so small- tee hee-

OK! Kallamar’s transfeminine who uses He/They pronouns. They’re also poly <3 love that for himmm- look at themmm- enough hands to holddd- A good think to point out is that they’re completely blind in his left eye- (looks like it’s right in this- um.. trust me-) they can never win- tee hee. Uhh he’s still a medic and occasionally helps at the tailors.

Kallamar my beloved- YOU COVERED UP!! YIPPEEE- THE SLUT DOES GET COLD /silly. Um- he’s based off a diamond squid- kinda sorta- I just loved the frills those squids had- tee hee-

MURRAAAA- MUURRAAAA-

Cough cough- ummmm. Shamura’s a demisexual nonbinary <3 (AFAB to FTN- me projecting PLEASE-) They’re still a disciple but their main focus is usually in the library or tailors. Unlike Kal- their second set of arms are retractable! Along with their legs- erm, you can tell when they don’t want to walk with those small ass feet- I bet it hurts.

I have- no solid inspiration for Shamura other than tarantula- I did steal the colored beads from my human design of them. Each bead being their sibling. I just love fluffy spiders-

FINALLY THIS BITCH- /silly

Emery uses all pronouns and is unlabeled! They love whoever- (do they even love? Idk man-) She’s normally known as the Shepard, carrying around the Shepard’s hook.. love that for them- tee hee- uhhh not much to say about her. I just love Emery- (The difference between the two Emerys is terrifying btw-)

Like Shamura- I have no official inspiration for them besides looking around Pinterest. Man- I just love how she came out though- like??? Ekdbdjbdkdbdjdvdid-

I wish I wrote more but my brain is dying- I’ll most definitely redesign my fankids and the spouses- 🫡 laaatteerrr- yes yes- tee hee-

[uceyliyahh]

WRITTEN IN RED

summary: Tamaya tends to keep to herself, only opening up to her best friend. During a tumultuous time with her obsessive ex-boyfriend, Tre, who constantly disrupted her life and pulled her back in whenever it suited him, everything shifted when she unexpectedly crossed paths with Jey.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: depression, stalking, domestic violence, emotional abuse, unprotected sex

word count: 5.5k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good a writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tamaya

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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𝕺𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 🤍

Today was Tamaya's day off, a much-needed break to unwind at Jey's house. She took the time to stock his refrigerator with plenty of food and drinks. Although she had heard Tre's voice message trying to persuade her to help him out, she firmly decided against it. Tamaya was done with his drama; she craved freedom and happiness away from all the chaos.

She began to feel a pang of longing for Jey, but the thought of receiving a text or FaceTime call from him soon brought a smile to her face. In the meantime, she chose to visit her best friend Sakshi at the hospital to check on her well-being after the incident that occurred a few days earlier.

Upon entering the hospital, she approached the front desk and informed the receptionist that she was there to see her best friend. The receptionist then directed her, saying that Sakshi's room was located on the third floor to the left.

As she made her way to the elevators, she expressed her gratitude to the woman nearby. While waiting for the elevator doors to slide open, she absentmindedly scrolled through her social media feed. To her delight, she spotted a new post from Jey, who was at the gym with his best friend, Bron Breaker. Jey looked absolutely fantastic in the photo.

Dressed in his all-black gym attire that accentuated his thighs, he knew exactly how much she desired him whenever he sported those revealing shorts—he did it intentionally.

‘He looks so good right now knowing he did this shit on purpose just to get me all riled up fucking bastard.’ As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, she stepped inside, pressed the button for the third floor, and began typing a message to him. She couldn't shake the feeling that he had done it intentionally, just to grab her attention.

At that moment, she received a notification from him on his page, displaying his text message.

uceyjucey: you know you miss me my little angel don’t worry imma see you soon aight?

As the elevator ascended to the third floor, she sighed and rolled her eyes at yet another message from him on Instagram.

uceyjucey: did you take some pictures today? I need something new in my gallery

she chuckled at the message typing back.

babytaytay: yes I did take some pictures today your house is so big pookie

uceyjucey: big enough for the both of us baby lms them pictures mama

babytaytay:

babytaytay: something to keep you motivated

uceyjucey: 🥴 damn baby look at you such a fucking gem I swear I didn’t know you had freckles

babytaytay: they’re very noticeable pookie

uceyjucey: fuck I miss you so bad rn now mamas wanna nut on that pretty ass face 🫠

babytaytay: JOSHUA🫢

uceyjucey: what? I’m behind honest with’chu baby

babytaytay: you’re so horny and nasty get back to doing your work out neow

uceyjucey: aight aight little mama I’ll check up on you later okay?

babytaytay: alrighty pookie 🫶🏼

Tamaya reached the third floor just as the elevator chimed and its doors slid open. Exiting the elevator, she strolled down the hallway, then turned right, making her way to Sakshi’s room.

As she knocked on the door, a soft "come in" reached her ears. Stepping inside, she spotted her best friend propped up in a hospital bed, her thigh wrapped in bandages while she watched TV. They embraced tightly before reluctantly letting go.

“Girl, I thought you forgot about me. Joshua got you wrapped up around his fingers.” Sakshi joked as Tamaya rolled her eyes at her.

“Girl, what the fuck ever. I could never forget about you.” With a laugh, she responded as Tamaya settled onto the sofa beside the window, glancing at what her best friend was viewing. “So how are you holding up? What the doctor say?”

Sakshi’s looked at her, “He said I can come home in two weeks or so I gotta fucking you crutches now, I hate that son of a bitch Maya.” Her voice fell to a soft whisper, almost like a gentle breeze.

“It’s okay I fucking hate Tre too, I promise you I do. can you believe this nigga ask me to bail him out?” Sakshi turned her head so quick when her best friend said that. “He what?”

“Yeah, talking bout some oh I’m sorry for doing this and that to you princess it wasn’t like me bullshit,” Tamaya said as she mocked Tre’s apology.

“That nigga is a damn fool to think you’ll bail him out—he better go ask his people.” Tamaya nodded in agreement with her best friend, feeling incredulous that, of all the people he could have reached out to, he chose her to help him out, attempting to exert some influence over her.

“Have you spoken to your man today?”

Her man?

Tamaya rolled her eyes at her, “yes I talked to him today after I came to see you—I hate him he’s just a teaser bro.”

“But you love it though Maya, you can say that is your nigga now—no doubts bout it.” They hadn’t yet formalized their relationship, and she was patiently hoping for his cue to take that step—so she decided not to assert her claim on him at that moment until he made it official.

He had a unique way of showing his affection—whether it was sending her money, delivering a beautiful bouquet of roses to her doorstep, or even providing funds for her to pamper herself with a manicure. She had never encountered anything like this before; a man who could support her from afar while maintaining their connection.

“He hasn’t made it official yet.” Tamaya replied.

“Well he needs to before I whoop his ass with these fucking crutches.” Sakshi said causing Tamaya to laugh at her best friend silliness.

“Girl, leave that man alone he’ll make it happen I’m sure of it after all he is a man of his word.” Jey consistently demonstrated to her why he is truly exceptional and unlike anyone she had ever known or become accustomed to in her life.

He was an entirely unique presence, a different energy that abruptly entered her life the moment their eyes met at the club, transforming everything in an instant.

“I mean I’m his number one girl after-all.” Tamaya flipped her blonde hair as Sakshi chuckled at her.

“Ya’ll two are something else I swear.”

Jey received the exciting news that he would have a day off from work tomorrow, filling him with joy at the thought of seeing Tamaya. To make it even more special, he decided to surprise her by booking a flight home tonight after Monday Night Raw. While in his locker room, he was scrolling through social media when a text notification caught his eye—it was from Seanna.

Since meeting Tamaya, he has been ignoring Seanna completely, as he no longer viewed her as anything beyond a casual fling.

seanna👎🏽 sent a message

seanna👎🏽: what the fuck Jey you’re just going to ignore me? and now you buying this bitch shit? I thought we had something!

he sighed deeply rubbing his hand against his hair before typing back.

Jey🫠: I told you we were just a fling Seanna I don’t want nothing serious

seanna👎🏽: you don’t want anything serious?? Then wtf was you buying me all of these things for if we weren’t going to be together and then you fucking me? You fucking that bitch you met huh?

Jey🫠: I told you not to get yo’ hopes up and what me nd Tamaya do it’s none of your business

seanna👎🏽: you gonna do the same thing to her huh? Play in her face?

Jey🫠: no I wouldn’t do that to her idk why you have this sort of entitlement towards me when I told you what it was when we met at the strip club

seanna👎🏽: BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE WITH U

Jey🫠: and I told you not to catch feelings for me simple Seanna idk what more do you want from me so please don’t texting my phone with this bs

seanna👎🏽: it’s bc of that bitch! wtf does she have that I don’t Jey huh?!

Jey🫠: I can on and on about what Tamaya has that you don’t but that’s between me and her, she’s my number one girl

seanna👎🏽: I THOUGHT I WAS?

Jey🫠: I never said that now did I? All I can say is me and Tamaya have a lot in common unlike you and I

seanna👎🏽: she’s not better than me and you know it Jey

Jey🫠: wayyy more better than you shawty but if you’re done rambling I got things to do so bye

Jey let out a heavy sigh as he reclined on the sofa, tilting his head back to gaze at the ceiling. "I really shouldn’t have gotten involved with her at the strip club," he muttered to himself.

He realized that his relationship with Seanna was heading for trouble. She had developed feelings for him despite his warning not to, as he was already interested in someone else—Tamaya.

His number one girl.

He was eagerly anticipating their reunion tonight after securing a flight back to Atlanta. As he glanced at his knuckles, still bearing faint bruises from the altercation with her ex-boyfriend Trevon, a surge of anger washed over him. He felt a strong urge to confront Trevon again for the way he had mistreated Tamaya, treating her like she was worthless. The memory of her going unconscious haunted him the most.

He was determined to ensure her safety at all times, even when they were apart—his love for her was unwavering, and he would go to any lengths to keep her secure.

His train of thought was suddenly broken when the door swung open, revealing his twin brother Jimmy. After closing the door, the two exchanged a quick dab before settling into their seats.

“You happy we finally get to have a day off huh?” Jimmy says as Jey nodded his head.

“Yeah, I am actually. I get to see Maya and my son too.” Jey replied.

“Speaking of Maya did you check on her today? How is her best friend doing?”

“I checked up on her earlier today but haven’t asked about Sakshi she’s probably going to tell me that eventually.” Jimmy nodded his head listening to his brother attentively, “so when is y’all two gonna make it official dawg?”

Jey was aware that his brother was about to bring up the crucial topic of his relationship with Tamaya. He was hesitant to dive headfirst into the relationship, fearing it might lead to negative outcomes. Instead, he preferred to take his time, fully appreciating everything she had endured.

“Soon, that’s all I can say about that—I just don’t wanna rush it you know?”

“I understand Uce, I mean hell you just got out a marriage like a couple months ago with Takecia. So I can understand why for the both of you.”

“I love her that’s without a doubt—I knew she was going to be mine.”

Jimmy laughed as he observed his twin brother, noticing that Tamaya had captivated him in a way he hadn't witnessed in quite some time. It reminded him of the connection he felt when Jey was with Takecia, but this time, the bond between Tamaya and Jey felt distinctly unique.

“Then what about Seanna and Tamaya’s crazy ass ex?” Jimmy asked.

“I done told Seanna we not in a relationship but her ass wanna be delusional so imma let her be delusional and as for Tamaya’s ex he just gonna have to run it with me because I’m not letting him lay a finger on her.” He replied while cracking his neck.

“Like I said before be careful dawg, and think about yo’ career dealing with that fool.”

Jey nodded his head, “I will fasho, but c’mon so we can eat I am hungry dawg.” They both got up from their seats dusting off their clothes before heading out the door to grab something to eat from catering.

Tamaya returned to Jey's house, carefully organizing the groceries in the refrigerator. She wanted to ensure that Jey would have something delicious to eat when he got home, fully aware of his love for food. As she was busy with her task, the doorbell rang, prompting her to pause. She wiped her hands and made her way to the door.

As she swung the door open, her eyes fell upon a woman standing there with a boy who resembled Jey. Suddenly, it dawned on her that this was Jey’s ex-wife and their son, Jeyce. She greeted them with a warm smile before saying anything.

“You must be Takecia Jey’s ex wife?” Tamaya said.

“Yes, I am and may I ask who are you?” She replied.

“I’m Tamaya his girlfriend nice to meet you.” She and Takecia exchanged handshakes, and she did the same with Jeyce, who bore a striking resemblance to his father.

As she closed the door behind them, she ushered them both inside and returned to the kitchen to finish organizing the remaining groceries in the refrigerator. In the midst of her task, she overheard Takecia instructing her son Jeyce to go to his room while she and Tamaya engaged in conversation.

“So how did you and him meet?” She begins to say.

Tamaya closed the refrigerator giving Takecia her undivided attention, “we met at a club that my best friend wanted me to go to you know just to get out more and he just came onto me on the dance floor very flirty if you ask me.” Tamaya replied while walking towards the living room with two bottle of waters in her hand.

Takecia chuckled at her, “yeah, that sounds like Josh alright I bet he invited you to a cookout huh with that girl he was with.” Tamaya nodded her head while sitting down across from Takecia.

“Yeah, but he wasn’t really paying attention to her anyways his attention was more onto me.” She explained.

Takecia and Tamaya kept chatting, deepening their connection, and soon Takecia found herself preferring Tamaya's company over Seanna's. In fact, Takecia couldn't tolerate Seanna at all and wished she would stay away, believing that Seanna would negatively impact Jeyce.

Takecia saw Tamaya as a beautiful woman brimming with potential. As a pediatric nurse, Tamaya commanded respect, and Takecia felt confident turning to her whenever her son fell ill.

“Why did y’all get a divorce? He told me his reason I’m curious about yours if I may ask.”

She heard her sighing deeply, “it wasn’t nothing personal just wanted to do different things in our lives especially since gone a lot on the road.”

“Yeah, long distance isn’t for the weak amen?” As they shared a laugh and took another sip of their water, Takecia suddenly asked the question. “you like him?”

Tamaya nearly sputtered her water when she heard his ex-wife pose that question. There was no question about it—she didn’t just like him; she was head over heels in love with him, even if he hadn’t put a label on their relationship yet.

A warm flush spread across her cheeks as she fanned herself, shyly nodding in acknowledgment of her feelings. Deep down, she realized she liked Jey far more than he was aware, especially since she tended to keep her emotions to herself.

“I believe he likes you too, he does talk about you whenever me and him cross paths. You and him remind me of when me and him were in high school together but this feeling is different from what me and Josh had.” Takecia said. “This feeling was something more personal between the two of you.”

Tamaya wasn't mistaken; she and Jey have been deepening their bond both mentally and spiritually. Even though they are currently apart, they continually seek ways to strengthen their personal connection.

“He’s different than what I’m used to you know? He’s literally the definition of something that I am not used to.” Tamaya says as Takecia raised her eyebrows at her.

“Were you in an abusive relationship? U don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Tamaya smiled at her shaking her head, “it’s fine it’s good that we are getting to know each other.” Tamaya shared her experiences with her former boyfriend Trevon, detailing the troubling events that had unfolded during their relationship. She spoke candidly about the harm he caused her, particularly the incidents that led to her hospitalization.

Takecia's eyes glistened with empathy as she listened to Tamaya recount her struggles, and she felt a swell of pride for Tamaya's strength in overcoming such challenges.

The moment reached a climax when she embraced her, leaving Tamaya stunned, yet she instinctively returned the hug.

“Well, I’m glad you have your best friend and Josh in your corner now after going through all of that.” She says softly.

“I am forever grateful honestly.” Tamaya replied.

Takecia stood up, brushing off her clothes as she reached for her purse. She called out to Jeyce to come downstairs, wanting to say her goodbyes. Once Jeyce arrived, she embraced Tamaya warmly.

“It was so nice meeting you Tamaya hope we can meet up soon.”

“Of course.”

“My son he’s a good kid don’t worry about him.” Tamaya laughed softly, giving a nod as she opened the door for Takecia. As Takecia stepped outside, Tamaya closed the door gently behind her.

After closing the door, she noticed Jeyce lounging on the sofa, engrossed in something on his phone. Eager to leave a positive impression, she approached the sofa, clearing her throat to capture his attention.

As he glanced up, he saw her holding a gaming controller, poised and ready for him to take it so they could dive into the game together.

“What games do you like to play?”

“Anything I can beat you in.”

“Hm, Challenge Accepted.”

At the stroke of midnight, Jey returned to his home in Atlanta. As he drove into the driveway, he noticed the lights were on inside, leading him to believe that Tamaya had left them illuminated for his arrival. He stepped out of the car, luggage in hand, and began to jingle his keys as he approached the door, eager to unlock it and step inside.

Upon doing so, he opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Tamaya and his son engrossed in a game of Mortal Kombat, which warmed his heart.

“Oh! Come on man! You’re cheating Tay!” Jeyce shouted.

“I’m not cheating you just need to get better at the game young man.” Tamaya replied while chuckling.

“Whatever!” Jey closed the door, drawing their attention just as Jeyce rose from the sofa. "Dad!" He embraced his father, completing their signature mini handshake in the process.

Jey locked eyes with Tamaya, who flashed him a warm smile before instructing Jeyce to go upstairs. However, he started to object.

“Dad! I was trying to beat Tay!

“You can beat her tomorrow aight? Now go get ready for bed.” Jeyce nodded his head while waving bye at Tamaya as he headed upstairs to his bedroom.

As Tamaya bent down to turn off the PlayStation and neatly arrange the controllers, she suddenly felt his arms encircle her waist. Startled, she turned to find him standing directly in front of her.

With a natural grace, she lifted herself onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck to gently press her lips against his.

“Were you going to tell me when you was coming home?” She asked.

“Nah, I wanted to surprise you with it baby. I see you’ve met my son.” Jey replied.

“Yeah, he’s a sweet young fella just like his daddy.” Jey had laughed softly at her before lifting her by the thighs and carrying her to the sofa, where he settled down, allowing her to straddle his lap.

Tamaya gently threaded her fingers through his curls, savoring their softness, before planting several more kisses on his tender lips, while his hands moved in soothing circles around her backside.

She sensed his hands sliding into her shorts, gripping both of her cheeks, sending a jolt of electricity racing down her spine and straight to her core.

His intense gaze into her eyes stirred a sense of discomfort within her. “I prepared dinner for you; it’s in the fridge,” she said, deliberately steering clear of his eyes until the sound of his chuckle broke the silence.

“I make you nervous don’t I?”

She was reluctant to fully acknowledge that his gaze made her feel nervous, particularly during moments like this when their eyes locked.

“What? N-no you don’t.”

“If I didn’t you wouldn’t be avoiding eye contact with me angel.” He gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his eyes, savoring the beauty before him—a moment he cherished deeply.

Her breath caught in her throat as her heart raced with anticipation of his next move. He drew her face nearer to his, planting soft, lingering kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. The sensation made her tilt her head back, instinctively granting him greater access.

As he focused on what he was doing, she took the opportunity to tug her shirt over her head, revealing the red matching bra set he had gifted her from Victoria's Secret.

“I see you’re wearing my favorite color today.” Jey commented on.

“I just pick it out pookie.” Tamaya responded as she felt him removing her shorts from her body throwing them somewhere. “Stand up for me baby, lemme’ see how good you looking right now.”

She followed his command, rising from his lap and standing tall as he gazed at her, his eyes roaming over her figure. He licked his lips, then tucked them away—had he truly missed all of this?

She spun gracefully, flaunting her figure, which stirred something within him as he adjusted himself beneath his sweatpants, feeling the pressure of his arousal against his thigh.

He removed his hoodie and shirt, tossing them aside while beckoning her over with a flick of his fingers. As she approached, she settled onto his lap, instantly aware of his firm arousal pressing against her, a vivid reminder of the effect she had on him in that fleeting moment.

“You feel that? Look what you did to me.” Jey's voice lowered several octaves, sending a chill racing down her spine.

“I did this? To you? I didn’t know how dangerous I could be.” Tamaya said with a playful smirk on her lips.

“You’re more than just dangerous angel, tell me sum though. Can you handle all of this dick huh?”

She was uncertain about whether she could manage what he had to offer in bed—having only experienced the roughness of Trevon, she had no idea how Jey approached intimacy.

And here they are tryna figure it out.

She shook her head, acknowledging that it was too much for her to bear, her fingers idly toying with the fabric of her underwear. Jey intertwined his fingers with hers, gazing deeply into her eyes while gently stroking her knuckles with his thumb. “You scared?”

She nodded as she felt him draw nearer, his lips poised to meet hers, providing the reassurance she craved.

“I’ll be gentle baby, lemme’ take care of you. Pull them panties to the side fo’ me mama.” She complied, shifting her panties aside as he started to caress her slick folds, making her tremble at his gentle touch.

He watched her trembling at his touch just by his fingers, “so fucking wet for me already baby?” Jey had lowered his sweatpants along with his PSD boxers, revealing his impressive length—playfully smacking her on the backside, which made her eyes widen in surprise.

He laughed softly at her response, guiding her hand to his aroused member as she seemed unsure about making contact—almost as if she had never done so before.

“You can touch it baby—actin’ like you haven’t touched this dick before.” Tamaya started to glide her hand along his shaft, noticing the pre-cum seeping from the tip, creating a slick and tacky sensation. “Stick it in for me baby I’ll be gentle I promise.” She positioned his robust shaft with her delicate hands at her entrance, then slowly lowered herself onto him, eliciting groans from both of them.

Jey placed his hands on her hips, gently directing her movements as she swayed slowly on his lap. He observed the way her breasts moved with each motion, allowing her to acclimate to his impressive size.

She found her groove as she swayed her hips on his lap, while he showered her neck and cheek with soft, lingering kisses—murmuring provocative words in her ear that were unlike anything she had ever heard from a man like him.

“you so fucking wet fo’ me angel, coating my dick up so well with your cream. So fucking good.” Jey groaned in the air.

Tamaya could only whimper as waves of pleasure coursed through her, her body warming from within as his deep, raspy voice whispered in her ear.

He nibbled at her neck, leaving his mark as a declaration that she was his and his alone.

“Talk to me baby, does this feel good?”

She nodded, at a loss for words as he pressed against her cervix, leaving her thoughts clouded and hazy. “Words mama, words.” Jey had pushed his cock deep inside of her as she gasped.

“Y-yes, it feels good. so goood.” He was thrusting her hips against him as the temperature in the room rose, playfully delivering a few smacks to her backside.

“Ride this dick faster mama I know you can take so more from me.” She complied, biting her lower lip and quickening her pace, hoping that his son was unaware of the sounds echoing from downstairs, where their moans and groans filled the living room.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air—Jey's hand moved down to grasp her backside, assisting her as she rhythmically moved on him.

She started to feel a fiery ache in her thighs as she rode him with increasing intensity, yearning for that sweet release. Jey's fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her backside, steering her rhythm with every powerful thrust.

He was penetrating her soft walls with such skill that it left her breathless, as if she were seeing stars. The slickness of her arousal enveloped him, allowing for a smooth rhythm as he moved in and out effortlessly.

“F—fuckk ouuu fuck.” Tamaya moaned softly.

“Mhm, you ain’t use to this huh baby?” Jey grunted.

She shook her head, locking eyes with him, aware that all she could see reflected in his gaze was raw desire. Her body responded instinctively, her core fluttering as he pressed against her, his length rhythmically stimulating her from within, repeatedly brushing against her cervix and causing her walls to tighten around him.

“I-it’s so big…Joshua…it’s t-too much…”

“too much? but you taking it like a big girl mamas, you doing a great job for daddy.” The way he was praised her just turned her own even more.

She started to sway her hips rhythmically, savoring the sensation of him deeply embedded within her, prompting him to lean back against the sofa in pleasure. “Fuckkk Maya just like that girl, keep riding this dick. This dick is all yours mama.” He groaned.

She kept swaying her hips, allowing the tip of his cock to brush against her very essence—gripping his shoulders tightly as she surrendered to the moment, feeling as though she was dissolving into him. A wave of sensation washed over her, sending a flutter through her stomach as her thighs trembled.

“J-Joshua…I’m finna cum…” Tamaya let out a soft whimper as she felt his powerful arms encircle her waist, their bodies pressed tightly together, immobilizing her. He began to thrust upward from below, delivering deep, rhythmic strokes that made her cry out his name.

Her arms clung to his neck as he drove into her, pushing her through waves of pleasure. With her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, she felt her body quiver around him, causing her to tighten once more in response to his movements.

“Yo’ pretty ass is mine, all fucking mine.” He cooed, His hips continued to move with a steady rhythm, and he lowered his hand to shift her panties aside, creating even more access for himself. “You mines baby? Huh?”

Words eluded her as she struggled to articulate her thoughts, quickly becoming disoriented while he continued to move beneath her. “yes. I’m y-yours, daddy it’s coming…” she managed to gasp out between thrusts.

She sensed her climax intensifying with each thrust, the pressure against her cervix sending waves of pleasure that left her head spinning.

The image of Jey's member enveloped in a delicate white sheen left him feeling lightheaded. “I know angel, I know. Keep taking this dick for me.” He kissed her neck gently as she whimpered at the feeling.

She couldn’t take it anymore, “daddyyyy! It’s coming!! Ouuu fuckkk!” She cried out as she came down on him one final time, a sensation washing over her like a tidal wave. Her essence flowed over him, drenching his lap in a warm cascade, reminiscent of a river in full bloom.

He gazed down at the chaos she had created on him, her head resting on his chest while he thrust his hips upward, pursuing his climax. His hands remained firmly on her backside, driving into her soft walls, producing wet, squelching sounds with each movement.

As his movements grew increasingly frantic and intense, he sensed himself drifting away—teetering on the edge of madness while being enveloped by her.

“I’m finna nut mama, fuckkk.” Jey growled.

Jey thrust into her one final time before withdrawing, his hand moving rhythmically along his shaft as waves of his release erupted like a volcanic explosion. A deep, primal moan escaped his lips in the midst of it all.

He continued to pleasure himself, ensuring he released every last drop, then rested his hand on Tamaya's back. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to regain his breath, gazing down at Tamaya, who was already meeting his eyes with an eager expression.

A grin spread across his face as he bent down to plant a few kisses on her lips before gently pulling back.

“Was I rough on you?” Jey asked softly.

Tamaya sat up straight, her fingers gliding through his tousled mullet as she shook her head in disbelief.

“No, it was perfect Joshua.” Tamaya replied as she kissed his lips once more.

“Good, c’mon let’s go take a shower together.”

Tamaya and Jey, fresh from their shared shower, nestled together in bed. She curled up against his chest, feeling cozy and warm, while he casually browsed through his social media on his phone, preparing to wind down for the night.

He watched as Tamaya slept soundly against his chest, her soft snores eliciting a gentle chuckle from him. Just then, he noticed her phone ringing on the bedside, charging quietly. He carefully reached for it, taking great care not to disturb her slumber.

The moment he glanced at the caller ID, his entire demeanor shifted.

Tre💔 is calling…

Jey lifted the phone to his ear, eager to hear what he had to express to her.

This is from the Atlanta County Jail please press one if you want to answer the call.

Jey had pressed the number.

Tre💔: Princess? I’ve been trying to call you all damn day don’t tell me you’re still with his bitch ass I know he gone leaving you alone all by yourself—but I’m sorry for what I did can you please just bail me out? Please I’m sorry maybe if that Samoan wasn’t in the way or involved I wouldn’t have done it please

Jey let out a sinister laugh as he listened to Tre desperately pleading and trying to twist the situation to avoid bail, completely unaware that Jey was on the other end of the line.

Jey: you done begging like a bitch?

It caught Tre off guard hearing Jey’s voice in the background.

Tre💔: you bitch ass nigga! You got me in this fucking jail! Locked up!

Jey: boo fucking hoo that’s not my fault maybe if you didn’t tie up my girl and stab her best friend you wouldn’t be in here in there first place no would you?

Tre💔: fuck you! When I get out imma come and fucking kill you that way Tamaya will be mine forever!

Jey: I like to see you try but stop calling her phone begging for her to bail you out because it ain’t happening

Jey concluded the call and gently returned Tamaya's phone to its charger. He noticed her stirring in her sleep, prompting him to pull her closer against his chest.

He pressed his lips gently to her temple and then said, “Tamaya, I love you. I will keep you safe, no matter the cost.”

‘I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything I just wanna see you win, wanna see’

‘ It go in (When you), out (Ride it), do it real slow (Slide) Baby, you a star, strike, pose When I'm (When you), with you (With me), everything goes (Slow)’ - luther kendrick lamar ft SZA

WRITTEN IN RED

a/n: heyy guys so yeah I have been having a mental battle with my fanfics lately wondering if they’re good enough yk? But what do you guys think will happen next?

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

STAY UCEY.

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

stress relief - itzy yeji

-word count: 3245 words (longest to date :D)

-the yeji fic from many weeks ago. i finally finished it. i have something special that's nearly done. (i promise this time. it was a collection of spare time over a few months)

-dom!yeji, aggresive blowjob, riding, doggystyle, sweaty sweaty sweaty, facial

The stale stench of the air conditioned office clung onto you as you entered the bar.

Being in the bar was the last place you’re supposed to be this month. After just receiving a promotion at your workplace, the workload placed on you gradually kept snowballing to a point of no return. But you couldn’t just give up. Well, first of all, you really needed this job. It paid well, now that you had the promotion. Furthermore, times are changing, there really isn’t very good job stability now and getting fired and being “free” was not to be an option. 

You should’ve been at home, working and completing the reports due next Monday and getting ready for the presentation on Wednesday. Then taking note of all the shipments and settling the deal with the customer from Italy. But eh, it was a Friday, one night wouldn’t hurt right ? 

Or so you thought.

Three quarters through your drink, at around what was probably 11pm, a show begins.

The lights were cut for a brief moment, before spotlights focused onto the pole in the middle of the room. And out comes 5 gorgeous vixen clad in jet black costumes. Then, the music cues. 

Guess who loves you, naya na.

It’s a really, really catchy song and it made the atmosphere super stiff, as if all five of the women were demanding attention and silence as they performed. 

Do I show you? Noya-no.

Okay, this is actually really good music. And good lord those women are gorgeous. 

Ajik time-i anya nan

Jom deo gakkai jom deo gakkai geureoda gapjagi ssak

The choreography too, jesus christ.

But in particular, one of the women is catching your eye. The way her luscious firey orange hair, jewelry embedded within, moves in perfect tandem with her body, which by the way, is absolutely killing it. Every single dance move, to the smallest body pop, is quite literally perfect. Flawless. She’s wearing a sleeveless top and it’s really turning you on. Her arms are so gracious, and you’d love to feel them all over your body. Her collarbones and neck, they’d look so much better with your lovemarks on them. And the little bit of breast peeking out from the top. It’s more than enough to get your heart racing, and you take another sip of your icy cold drink to properly brace yourself for whatever they have left in store.

Imma steal it mameul humcheo

You are gonna love me.

That’s absolutely incorrect. You’re more than loving them, you’re fucking captivated by them.

Gyeoljeongjeogil ttae ippareul deureonaeneun type 

And suddenly, the orangehead takes the stage. 

The lyrics become an absolute blur to your ears as all your mind is fixated on is the absolutely stunning woman. God, she fucking looks like a cat too. Those damn fucking eyes are so… succubus like. And after twirling her fingers in your direction, she suddenly does a slut drop, squatting while spreading her legs apart. Now your eyes are staring at her milky thighs that are on full display under the spotlight. A million things are running through your mind right now, and none of them was related to your work life in any sort of way.

You’ll never know.

Her left thigh moves,snapping you out of your momentary hypnosis and your eyes quickly dart back up and you see her staring at you, a smirk dashed across her face. 

The rest of the song plays on but your mind is now playing that same slut drop moment over and over again. Eventually, the song ends and all 5 of the women are panting, sweat starting to collect at their foreheads. They retreat behind the stage quickly and the rest of the club goes on like the performance of their lives didn’t just happen. 

.

.

Give or take 10 minutes, you are on the way back from a toilet trip. At your table, you are greeted with a very much welcome surprise. The same fiery haired girl is sitting in the seat opposite of yours, watching you make your way back to your seat. 

“Hey there oppa.” Her voice is a knife full of confidence, laced with venom. 

“H-hey. Nice performance out there.” You grab your drink again, needing a punch of ice to hide your nervousness. But it’s so hard to maintain composure, especially when your eyes are looking at everything but her own cat eyes. 

“I know. You clearly enjoyed it. Or rather, you enjoyed me.”

“Was I really that obvious?” That was definitely the alcohol talking. You would have said something like “Sorry” or “I didn’t mean to.”, but no, you were playing the fool, like an absolutely rizzless bastard.

“My group has 5 members, yet every time I moved position, your gaze was glued onto me.”

“Well, you are really, really hot.”

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

Bring the glass to your mouth again, shit. It’s fucking empty.

“So, what’s a young office worker doing in our bar?” She asks, elbows on the table, her head supported by her cupped hands as she leans in. 

“Well, to be fair, I walked in thinking it was a regular bar. I just needed a drink to take my mind off of work.”

“Are we not a regular bar? Anything special about this bar?” She asks, clearly trying to poke at you, like a cat playing with a ball of yarn.

You take another awkward sip of your drink, which was just melting ice at this point.

The conversation continues hazily and you guys chat for what must be hours until the distance between both your faces was probably the size of your drink.

“Can't imagine how stressed you must be.” Her right hand falls into your left, fingers tracing your forearm as she whispers. “Want to get out of here? I’ll get rid of all your stress for you…”

Ah, an offer you couldn't refuse. Now that’s some business I don't mind getting done right now.

“Say less… Um, I didn't catch your name?”

“Name’s Yeji. Don't worry oppa, you're gonna be moaning my name all night.”

And in a flash, you're both out of the club and in your car. You don't waste a single second. Foot on the pedal and you're on the streets of Seoul, zipping past the buildings of the city. 

Yeji, in the meantime, has other plans.

She takes your hand, and places it on her thigh. You can feel her gaze, waiting to see what your next move is. Were you gonna retract your hand and focus on getting home quick and safely? Or were you gonna start the study of Yeji’s body right then and there?

Obviously the latter.

Your hand roams around the silky smooth skin of hers. Pinky occasionally dipping into the gaps in her pants and rubbing against her inner thigh. You hear Yeji suck in a deep breath, the horniness evidently getting to her.

Fuck, fucking red light!

You seize the opportunity to look at Yeji, she’s now grinding against your exploring hand and you can't help but sneak a finger into her pussy. 

Green light. And your foot is back on the pedal. Finally, you reach the last turn into your apartment.

As soon as you get out of the car and into the elevator, Yeji pounces on you. Your hands catch onto her thighs for stability. Your lips crash against one another, her teeth biting your lower lips. 

Ding. Elevator door opens.

Door. Open. Bedroom. Bed.

No time to even register a logical sequence of actions. You toss her against your bed. Yeji is now a panting sweaty mess, but it doesn't matter. She looks even more gorgeous with the thin layer of sweat across her skin. Collarbones, arms and armpits glistening with sweat. You pin her hands above her head and nibble on her neck. Then, tongue out, you start collecting the sweat, from her armpit, across her chest and then from the middle of her neck to behind her ear, where you whisper, “You taste fucking amazing.”

“I know.”

You reach behind and pull down the zipper leading right to her tailbone, then help the foxy girl out of the one piece top. You pause for a moment to take in the sight before you. A smoking hot dancer is lying on your bed in nothing but a strapless bra and a thin black thong and some knee high boots. Yeji’s body is fucking picture perfect. Tight midriff, perky breasts, juicy thighs, not to mention her pretty face.

“Let me put on a show oppa. Just for you.”

She gets off the bed and you take her spot on the edge of the bed. Yeji turns around and takes off the bra, placing it on the ground next to her. Then, she bends over, putting her perky ass on display for you as she pulls off the lacy thong from her slender toned legs.

“You know, I should charge extra for this performance.”

You wouldn’t mind paying any amount to see this performance if you were being honest. 

“Boots on or off oppa ?”

“On.”

Yeji then smiles, tosses her thong onto your face, allowing you to grab a deep whiff of her sex. In front of you, Yeji is back in her slut drop position, but this time it’s even more erotic because she’s wearing nothing but the boots. Her pussy is on full display as she spreads her legs open, with just a little bit of hair going down the middle.

“Fuck, Yeji…” Your cock was throbbing within the confines of your pants with her tiny little strip show.

“Told you you’d be moaning my name.”

Yeji then straddles your lap, looks into your eyes while unbuttoning your shirt. 

“Let’s get all that stress out of your body, oppa. Think about nothing but me, okay?”

“You don’t even need to ask Yeji-ah.”

You pepper her neck with kisses as she peels your shirt off. She then lowers herself, hands grazing across your body, down to your pants which she pulls down. Finally free, Yeji purrs when she sees your length. 

“Wow, it's huge, oppa. Can’t wait for it to be deep inside my pussy.”

She gathers some spit on her hand and uses that same hand to stroke your cock, taking a cold fingertip across your sensitive tip each time she reaches your head. Each swipe across sent you nine realms ahead. It wasn’t clear if it was the alcohol or Yeji’s pure skill at this, but all you could hear was the loud hammering of your heartbeat. Or maybe that was the lewd sound of her saliva being spread over your length. Then, after spontaneously deciding that your cock was ready for the onslaught that was to come, Yeji pushes both your legs off the ground and onto her shoulders and lets the front portion of your cock rest in her mouth. Your balance is shifted. You’re now staring at the ceiling, stimulation after stimulation speeding down your nerves from your cock to your brain. You feel her mouth bobbing up and down on your length, her skillful tongue working its way across its veiny landscape. You try to will yourself to get up to watch the spectacle happening before your eyes but the pleasure drags you the fuck back down and all you can do in response is let out weary breaths and sinful moans while your toes curl and leg muscles spasm. 

And your cock isn’t even all the way through.

Yeji plunges her head down like a vulture diving into the carcass of a dead buffalo, and you feel that sharp nose of hers bump into your pelvis. The sudden action takes you by surprise and, from god knows where this submissiveness came from, you arch your back and let out a sound that you swear to never to make again. You feel saliva coating your nutsack now but when Yeji slowly removes her mouth from your cock, letting the cool wind graze your cock, all you want to do is beg Yeji to put your cock back inside her mouth. But that need not be done, because as you have a brief moment to register the influx of sensations, she hungrily goes back down onto you. Her prey. You would kill to see her eyes right now, staring straight into your own as she watches you submit to her. But then again, from the amount of noise you were making, it was pretty evident that she had you in the palm of her hand. It was just twice. Just twice that the whole length of your cock was engulfed by her mouth, but it drived you to the absolute edge and you felt like your first load was about to come.

“Fuck, Yeji. I- I- I’m gonna fucking…”

Maybe you shouldn’t have given her the verbal cue. Because just as you feel the gates of heaven about to open, she quickly withdraws. The feeling of the climax fading away throughout your crotch. You look at her with a face of discontent, displeasure and anger.

“Can’t have you busting so soon,” she says, chuckling to herself as she climbs over your vulnerable naked body after kicking off her boots, rubbing circles on her slickening pussy. “I'll let you cum deep down my throat some other time.” 

She climbs over you and hovers above your crotch. Grabbing your stimulated, twitching cock in one hand, she lines it up with the folds of her pussy and in one fell swoop, with no prior warning that she was going to go all the way down in one shot, she sits on your pelvis, practically impaling her pussy with your cock. 

“Anggh! Fuck!” A sharp, shrill moan of pleasure erupts from her mouth as her ass rests on your pelvis. Your hands wondrously find their way to her toned sweaty thighs, grazing the muscle on it in pure wonder and amazement. 

“You’re so fucking hot Yeji ah, and so freaking tight!” The fiery redhead doesn’t say a word, but she continues the ride. Hands on your pectoral muscles, Yeji displays her body isolation skills learned from dance. Her gaze fixes onto yours once again as she moves her hips up and down and you can only imagine what her ass looks like as it does this motion. But imagination always becomes reality when Yeji is around. The sexual chemistry between the two of you is just perfect, or maybe Yeji just knows what you so desperately want but is too shy to voice out. She turns around, her hands resting on your legs this time as she does the same vertical wave motion with her hips once again. Her beautiful butt is like a hypnotic pendulum, your eyes fixed on the gorgeous peach in front of you, it’s just irresistible to slap. And so you do. 

Slap! 

“Angh!” Crimson locks of hair get flung up into the air as Yeji throws her head back in response.

You bring a palm down on the flesh and watch how it ripples in response, a red handprint faintly appearing at the spot that was struck. Such a goddamn vixen. Is the only thought that runs through your mind, perhaps the only thought that has been running through your mind the entire night as soon as you laid your eyes on the foxy woman. Her pulsing butthole intrigues you as her hips work their magic, and you can’t help but take your index finger, and slowly slide it into her puckered hole. As your finger snakes its way in, her anal walls clamp down on it until your whole finger up till your knuckle has been engulfed. 

“Holy shit! Just like that oppa! Stuff both my holes up!” 

You withdraw your finger and this time, using both your index and middle finger, you embark on yet another tight fit into her anal cavity. Yeji’s hips start to slow down as she reaches the pinnacle of her stimulation. 

“Fuck-ah! Cumming!”

Her body convulses violently and you feel her muscles contract around your submerged fingers and your cock. You give her alluring buttcheeks another firm slap that echoes throughout the darkness of the night and watch as she slowly climbs off of you.

“You haven’t cum yet oppa…”, she whines, still in her lustful trance. “And my pussy is still yearning for a good pounding.” She wiggles her hindparts in front of you in a doggy position, spreading her pussy lips for you to see. You line yourself up behind her, give that gorgeous ass of hers another firm slap before sending your cock back into its rightful embrace. 

“Oh fuck…” Your cock’s reentering of Yeji’s tight pussy is like getting back into the swimming pool after being exposed to the cool air for too long. Warm. Wet. Refreshing. Her vaginal muscles are still so full of vigor despite having just came, almost as if they were desperately trying to wring you dry. Her scarlet nails dug into the bedsheets as you picked up a steady pace of thrusting your hips. From the back, you bunched up her fiery hair into a makeshift ponytail while your other hand rested nicely on her hip.

“That’s it! Fuck me harder! Use me as your fucking stress relief toy oppa!” That entire dialogue was more than a green light to you. Tightening your core to its limits, you picked up the pace, slamming your hips ever so desperately, with Yeji letting out a raspy moan with every smack that reverberated throughout the night. 

“Holy- Angh! FUCK! I’m gonna cum oppa! I’m gonna fucking cum!” Yeji cries out. Her pussy constricts around your cock for the second time of the night, this time an erotic geyser of squirt ensues, covering your thighs in her slick. Your own orgasm starts to surface. Pulling out of her pussy, you flip Yeji onto her back and climb over her. You point your cock at her and aggressively jerk yourself off to the finish line. 

“That's it. Cum for me. Cover me in your cum oppa. Paint your slut in-”

Yeji is interrupted by streaks and streaks of cum erupting from your cock in what must be your biggest orgasm to date, painting her sharp features, her chin, nose and eyes. The sweaty, panting mess sticks out her sharp tongue in an attempt to collect some food samples. 

“Oh, fuck… Yeji ah.” is all you manage to squeeze out as the last drops of your semen land on her face. 

“Gosh, you sure came a lot.” 

You collapse beside her, both of you sweaty messes. “What can I say? I had a lot of stress pent up inside me.”

Yeji gets up, and walks away from the bed. You still lay there, utterly spent, watching her hypnotizing body sway from left to right.

“Where are you going?”

“To the shower you dummy.”

A brief moment of silence follows as you are unsure of how to reply. Do you join her? Maybe she’s tired and doesn’t want round two.

But your thoughts get interrupted as she makes the choice for you.

“Oppa, are you not joining me?”

Suddenly, your body is full of vigor once more as you imagine the two of you soaped up together in the shower, feeling each other and exploring more of each other’s body. You excitedly hop off the bed and scurry to the shower. It was going to be a long, long night.

[strawhatpoofy]

different one piece menses and braiding your hair

a/n: hi lovelies !!! here is a lil sfw drabble / pref piece about Buggy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Luffy, and Brook & braiding a gn!reader’s hair! I tried to make it as inclusive as possible, pls feel free to message me if you have any questions e any suggestions or notice something I missed. ok ok imma just get to it tbh

warnings: none I think

characters: buggy, luffy, sanji, zoro, usopp, brook

words: bitch idk maybe like 300-500 per character ish?

Buggy 🃏

He’s in the middle of a rant about “that Strawhat buffoon stealing his spotlight” when you ask him to braid your hair for you. He doesn’t even break his monologue, just gestures for you to sit in front of him. Before you’ve even repositioned fully his hands are off his arms and in your hair, detangling and combing through with practiced fingers. Buggy definitely can braid hair, of many different types and lengths and knows a few different classic braid styles, and it’s something you and the rest of the crew are well aware of. You hum as he lightly scratches at your scalp while parting your locks as needed, and he’s deftly maneuvering your hair into whatever creative style his fingers mindlessly deem fit. Buggy is a casual king of hair care, and though he’d never admit it, it warms his heart when you and the crew members ask him for help with things like this. Kinda like chimps bonding via grooming, ya know? So when you close your eyes, relaxing into the captain’s hands, and nod to let him know you’re still listening it’s more than enough for him to take his time making something pretty.

Zoro ⚔️

It’s a golden afternoon on the Sunny when you wake Zoro up from a nap with a soft nudge on the shoulder. He groans, lazily squinting one eye open at you, and you ask him if he wants to try braiding your hair. This motherfucker immediately closes that one open eye. With some giggling and persistence, and the rest of the crew bustling about, hopes of sleep for Zoro are effectively crushed. He grunts, grumbles, groans as he shifts from his sleep-sitting position to accommodate you in front of him. It’s when he starts to crack his knuckles that you begin to doubt your decision. He rakes calloused fingers through your hair, moving surprisingly slowly and taking his time when he catches tangles. You let yourself cautiously enjoy his hands combing through your locks when his hands stop, and he pulls them back to his lap.

“How the fuck do you do a braid?” Zoro has one eyebrow arched, his head tilted slightly. His look of confusion is enough to send you busting out laughing. Zoro may not be able to braid your hair, but he’ll gladly play with it for you and he can put it up into a sturdy ponytail.

Luffy 🏴‍☠️

You guys are on the deck, braiding sweet grass with Chopper and Usopp; it’s something you wouldn’t have expected Luffy to know how to do, but he enjoys it. Everyone is laughing and enjoying the sun, making baskets for Sanji to use in the pantry. When a breeze comes by, blowing your hair in front of your eyes, you’ve barely had time to push it back when Luffy is sitting behind you. He asks you if he can braid your hair for you, voice hopeful and intrigued.

“Wanna see if I can braid that pretty hair just like I can with the grass! C’mon, please?” His puppy eyes are so shiny, how can anyone say no to your sweet captain ever? So that’s how you find yourself pressed against his crossed legs, his hands combing through your hair. You feel your shoulders drop and your lids fall, and you hum as Luffy begins a surprisingly intricate series of braids. He’s giggling and moving a mile a minute, telling chopper it’s “even easier than the grass! So much softer-”. By the time he’s done, you look like some sort of woodland nymph with a multitude of different braids in your hair. Not necessarily a skill you expected of your captain, but one you fully embrace- letting your captain braid your hair whenever he looks at you with those gleaming eyes.

Sanji 🚬

It’s when you’re helping him prep in the small kitchen. Your hair keeps falling over your shoulders, and your persistent huffing and puffing as you try and blow stray strands out of your face has Sanji up behind you. His long fingers are pulling the unruly hair away from your sweat-slicked forehead, about to pull it all back into a bun when you ask him if he could put it up in a braid. His fingers freeze, just for a moment, before he proceeds to plait your locks.

“Of course I can, chef.” You can hear the wink in his voice, and you nearly reach back to give him a warning smack when your hair drops against your back, perfectly tucked into a neat braid. Sanji has washed his hands and is sidled up next to you at the prep counter again before you can even gush about his shockingly impressive hair styling skills. But before he can stop you, you’ve bolted out the kitchen door to show your oh-so-purty hair off to the crew, and to make sure Sanji is spending plenty of time plaiting everyone’s hair this evening.

Usopp 🎯

Usopp is absolutely a hair braiding master. With textured hair himself, he feels confident offering the crew his braiding services. Particularly when you all find yourselves in a hot climate, Usopp is like a newspaper boy desperate for a berry.

“Someone! Anyone! Come on. You know you want to- know you got to show off your iconic hair-do by the famous Sniper King! Please…” He’s starting to pout, and everyone knows he is indeed cuter than Nami. You can’t resist that pout. Too soon, you’re on your feet, hands up in surrender as you make your way to Usopp’s side. He’s whooping and gloating, with promises that everyone else will be jealous for not taking him up on his generous offer. Then he’s plopping you down by the shoulders into a seat from behind you. His fingers are calloused but magical on your scalp, in your hair. He’s chittering away about some new tinkering project as he pulls your hair into tight braids, meant to last at least a week or so. You’re humming and leaning into his hands. He’s done quickly; he’s efficient at this. He finishes his work, tilting your head to make sure the braids are even. He pats the top of your head, and sends you off to “market his business”.

Brook 🎼

It’s your least favorite day- wash day. With wet hair and a strong desire to get it off of you, you find yourself pattering around the Sunny. The first one you find is Brook- unsurprising at this time of night. He’s singing softly to himself and sketching notes down in a work book when you approach him, asking him to braid your hair for you. His surprise is physically tangible as he puts down his pen and book.

“Y-you’d let me? Are you sure? Could I?” Brook is giddy, touch starved and affectionate man he is. You’re nodding and turning your back to him, showing him your damp locks and he stops stuttering over his words, and is sidled up at your back with the softest of “of course, thank you”’s you’ve ever heard. When Brook’s fingers touch your scalp, you’re initially surprised by the warmth. You didn’t expect, well, bone to be warm. He scrapes the tips of his fingers along your head, getting hums of satisfaction to fall from your lips. He gains his confidence at this, and he begins to pull your hair into a simple braid. It falls against your back, dampening your shirt, but it’s finally off your face, your neck. You give Brook a hug of relief and gratitude as you croon over how well he did your hair. It won’t be the last time he does it after he tells you it’s something he loved doing for his crew, before. He’s great at it and so tender with his touch, and is more than happy to acquiesce whenever you ask him to braid your hair.

[rizzanon]

You know what would be funny? Is that reader would be the prime target of villains and even the rouges for a sidekick-join-me-to-the-darkside sales pitch because

A) she could be molded into what they wanted her to be due to her wanting validation

B) she's determined. Girlie got the guts even if she lacks skill

C) she's just fun to be around even if she only shows up in slow nights

Ivy and her share gardening tips (more like Ivy gives her a crash course in botany every time they met), which she later on shares to Alfred

Harley will always try to psycho analyze her, and her emotions whenever she's not busy blocking Joker's attempt to catch the lonely bat away from her nest, she can he Harley Junior, don't ya think sugarplum? (Like bitch get away from the child?!?!?!)

Catwoman couldn't count the times she had to teach stealth to this girl and how to have quick hands. (Why is Batman allowing this baby out????? Imma keep this kid in a spiky bubble wrap)

Two-face likes her. He can see the conflict she has within herself and would love to see how she turns out. Would it be Heads (she gets what she wants [Validation] but would break her) or Tails (she gets what she needs [self appreciation] but would break those around her). They have lengthy debates on whether Gothamites are immortal at this point or not

The Riddler is somewhat reluctant to fight her because the girl can't even do Sudoko for God's sake (she just doesn't want to answer it in front of him) Now he teaches her how to say what she wants without actually saying it. Bro just gives her lessons in riddles and problem-solving better than the bats did with her "training"

Killer Croc won't hurt the kid who's been feeding him A grade Wagyu since she was a toddler who accidentally dropped the grocery bag she wants told to hold because she's a big girl now. Now they just have this truce whenever she slips some bags of meat down the sewers that Alfred definitely didn't notice

Bane, just straight up, don't want to interact with the puny kid that word on the streets feeds Croc and has fun time spa sessions with Ivy, Harley, and Catwoman not that he's afraid of course. He just doesn't want to steal the little peace the others have whenever she's around

The Penguin likes to have her around because she got the skills in handling business like the Lounge (props to all the lessons she has with Lucius in how to deal with the company and playdates with Tam)

Mr. Freeze likes her ideas on how to cure Nora it may be unorthodox or out of the box, sometimes like putting her in a Laz pit, but no, it would make you indebt to Ra's so that's a no to idea 156 then

Clayface likes how she acts like her acting skills and would want to hone it

Scarecrow would like to have a new test subject

Mad Hatter would like an Alice

Joker can go fvck himself

Like do you see my vision or nah

Anyways, I'm just whispering some ideas in your head wooooo~~~~~

putting this out here because this is way too good anon holy shit i love this sm. though i wouldn’t say that undoing fate reader has this sort of relationship with gotham’s villains/ rogues, this will definitely be a very good what if to write about LOL. also spoilers¿? catwoman, ivy, harley, penguin and two face will definitely make an appearance in undoing fate (probably chapter 8/9/10, haven’t really fully drafted those chapters yet) im not sure if im planning to have the other of gotham’s rogues and villains appear in undoing fate, but this is what i’ve planned so far HAHA

[crushedsweets]

what perfumes do u think the creeps would use..

My best friend likes perfumes I should be going to her with this but imma do my best. Imma say scents cuz I’m not familiar with exact brands and bottles

Nina likes sweet, brown sugar, vanilla scents. Wants to smell like a literal cookie all the time

Toby … you’re gonna hate thissss… but axe body spray. It’s cheap easy covers(…sorta) the smell of dirt and sweat and he likes that it’s called axe. Since he didn’t go to public school he didn’t really get the experience of axe spray flooding the locker rooms and classrooms, so he doesn’t know why Natalie and clocky laugh abt it. He eventually starts taking Brian’s cologne

Brian’s cologne. The Coach Green Eau De Toilette Spray for Men.It’s described as “the woody, green eau de toilette opens with a refreshing top note of juicy kiwi and crisp bergamot, accentuated by herbaceous notes of rosemary and geranium, before drying down to earthy crystal moss and warm cedarwood base notes.” …. Whatever that means…. But it just smells really good and woodsy. Bought it for my gf and it’s my favorite scent

Tim isn’t much of a cologne guy, he just tries to cover up the cigarette smell, so something that just smells… clean…? Musky?? Maybe like laundry scents but I don’t think that exists in cologne LOL

Clocky isn’t big on perfume or cologne either, but she’s the same as Tim - something that smells like fresh linen. Probably keeps dryer sheets in her pockets

Jane wears the Noir 29 by Le Labo. Website describes it as “THÉ NOIR 29 combines depth and freshness, softness and strength through permanent oscillation between the light of bergamot, fig, and bay leaves and the depth of cedarwood, vetiver, and musk. A special extraction of black tea leaves wraps up the composition by bringing to the formula a dry, leafy, hay, tobacco feeling in the dry down to transform this creation into a sensuous and addictive essence.” …WHATEVER THAT MEANS. I bought a sample and to me it smells like honey in black tea. Which I think fits Jane a lot!! Super cute for her

Jeff just steals whatever colognes, never has a “signature scent”. He doesn’t usually put them on either, but if he kills someone in their house, he might spritz it all over himself. And then not change his clothes for a few days, so if it’s good quality, he has a cologne scent I guess… LOL…. Just wants something masculine

Axe spray Ben even tho he doesn’t use cologne cuz he’s 13 and what else would a middle schooler wear

Ann wears Chanel n 5. She likes those powdery, mature scents. she isn’t exactly wrapped up in Perfume Culture or whatever, so she just bought whatever was expensive. Doesn’t spray it now as a zalgoid but Yk

Lulu likes lavender!!! Just makes the most sense to me

Jaaacckkkk…. I don’t know really. I feel like he just has good hygiene and doesn’t bother with colognes cuz he doesn’t want it to bother other people (headaches, nausea, etc). HONESTLY after becoming a zalgoid, his scent is so heightened, colognes prob make him feel sick himself!

Kate does not . Nina probably sprays her with the cologne Toby stole from Brian (the coach one) and calls it a day.

Liu… hmmm… something simple and basic…. Cedar wood. I dunno!!! I keep wanting to give everyone a sweet or woodsy scent cuz that’s what I like!! I could see him wanting smth floral too, but subtle

Dina lazari sally don’t wear any scents

[lonelystczennie]

Dating San Headcanons

San x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Headcanons for boyfriend San with a plus size S/o

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of body insecurities,

A/N: Thanks to @bethanysnow for this request! I hope you like it! I had so much fun writing this, I wanna make lists for the rest of the members(and for Skz as well, bc the brainrot is so real rn)!

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He is like the perfect definition of "boyfriend material".

Like, he’s such a gentleman, always treating you with the utmost much care and gentleness as if you are made out of glass.

He’s soo shy when you first get together, but he quickly becomes a giant teddy bear once you get more comfortable with each other, cuddling/clinging to you every chance he gets. He is always attached to you in some shape or form, hugging you from behind and following you around the house as you’re trying to get things done.

Lowkey little spoon vibes, but with those long ass limbs, it takes a bit of maneuvering for him to fit. He loves when you hold him tho, he feels so safe and comforted in your arms.

He loves kissing you, stealing little pecks every chance he can. When you have more time though, he loves leaving slow, teasing kisses along your lips and face that make you impatient and lean in for more.

Not quite the best cook, but he still tries anyway, bc he likes doing things for you.

Loves buying you little gifts to surprise you with. It could be anything, clothes, jewelry, plushies, or just your favorite drink. If it makes you smile, he’s buying it.

He is just so soft and nurturing, always ready and willing to listen to your problems and worries and offer advice where he can. He wants you to know that he’s always there for you and that you can rely on him.

Doesn’t quite understand when you first explain your body insecurities to him, bc he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous, but he does his best to reassure you and make sure that you feel as comfortable around him as possible.

Does little things like making sure that there are hoodies and clothes in his closet that fit you, but he never says anything about it.

Makes a point to check in with you extra on days when he knows you’re not feeling great about yourself, and will drop everything to be with you if you need him.

He won’t tolerate you talking/treating yourself badly though. He’s lowkey really protective over you and will not tolerate anyone or anything making you feel uncomfortable or bad about yourself, and that includes your own mind.

Words of affirmation are a major love language for him, so he basically becomes your personal hype man. He’s always calling you some variant of “pretty girl/boy/baby”, beautiful, or gorgeous.

He understands tho that it takes a lot more than just kisses and sweet words to get over personal body issues, but that doesn’t stop him from making the effort to remind you of how beautiful he thinks you are, inside and out.

He’s very big on body worship in bed, kissing and caressing every inch of you that he can reach, whispering praises into your skin. He loves the way you trust him enough to fully let go and fall apart under his touch.

He is an ass man through and through, argue with the wall. Like, he's absolutely obsessed with your ass and thighs. They're just so lush and soft and so perfect for him to squeeze and knead in his hands, he can't get enough of them.

His favorite place to be in the whole world is between your thighs, whether you’re just innocently cuddling or doing other, less innocent things😏.

Gets v sulky and pouty when you don’t pay attention to him, even if it’s just for a few minutes. He always tries his best to give you his full attention whenever you’re together, making a point to even put his phone on do not disturb sometimes, and he expects the same from you.

Overall, he’s just a super sweet and reassuring partner, and I love him v much. Imma go cry now, bye✌

[queenendless]

💗 Cafe Time 💗

A/n: Imma count this as an April Fool's prank cause it's kinda nonsense.

AU centric where JJK cast here are chibis, as is everyone else in this world, and you are the sole normal sized human there.

Cute fluffy filled crack nonsense that is short as hell and cause I've wanted to write chibi stuff for a long time.

Itafushi, NobaMaki, and HaiNana crumbs here and there but SatoSugu x GN!Reader in the end.

DON'T REPOST, PLAGARIZE, COPY, EDIT, TRANSLATE AND/OR STEAL MY FANFIC CONTENT. IF YOU ENJOY MY CONTENT THEN REBLOG, LIKE, COMMENT & FOLLOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

AND HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S! 💌

The tale of a regular sized normie getting teleported to a Japan where everyone but themselves is chibi sized.

Their resisting negation to cursed energy that in the strongest in the country leads to your immediate discovery and recruitment into a place to stay as well as work by a burly mid aged bearded man with shades.

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College Cafe.

Your newfound workplace and home. Where you met some regulars that quickly became your favorites.

“L/n-san~!” Dear Yuji lifted the cookie atop him, smothered in whipped cream with a bright smile and a wave reserved for you. “Eat me~! Just kidding~!”

Your pinky finger gently ruffled his salmon haired head. “Your teasing is very much warranted, you precious boi.”

In the parfait cup filled with ice cream, whipped cream and berries, a storm cloud raged atop Megumi's brooding head. “Get me outta here or I will shatter this glass.”

Yuji's face became pale with doom, hissing at you conspiratory. “He ain't kidding.”

You reached down and pulled out said grumpy Megumi who took the shinigami dog shaped candy, bashfully thanked you, and shyly pecked you on the cheek, compelling you to smooch him right on the nose. “Favorite tsundere here.”

You dropped him down on table level for Yuji to smother his boi in a good old bear hug; his infectious smile causing his emo bae to blush and ease into it and smile back.

“Maki-san~! Nibble on me~!” Nobara sung suggested cozied smack dabbed in her macaron.

“You idiot. Why did you have to admit that out loud? Here of all places?” Maki murmured, bashfully blushing, looking away amiss her red bean filled pancake sandwich.

“Maki-san! I love you~!” An unashamed Nobara rushed outta her macaron to tackle Maki into a bean pasted draped hug.

“Here.” You lifted off their pancake cover before handing a decent sized handkerchief to the girls as you passed by, earning winks of thanks from the pair before their stained faces grew messier as they commended a make out session under said hankie.

“Konbu! Tsuna Tsuna! Mentaiko!” The orange topped Toge waves eagerly at you from his perched spot on his own cupcake.

“I see you my boi and I've missed you too.” Your offered finger was taken by the rice ball speaking boi, swinging him to land before Panda lounging in the middle of a smore treat.

“Give me a hand, little buddy, tall buddy.”

“Takana!” Toge's mini hand and your long finger were more than enough to pull the fuzzy cursed doll out, though the chocolate sauce and marshmallows stuck to his fur.

You magically pulled out a wet rag to clean him up, humming at the now pristine baby. “My gift to you, my precious Panda.”

“L/n-san! Lift off please and thank you~!”

You picked up Yu's back collar to place him atop his fruit sandwich for him to slide down the creamy path, bumping right into Nanami. “Sandwich slide, hazah~!”

“Why must you condone this nonsense?” Kento commented through a mouthful of his subway sandwich, lightly bopping Haibara on his noggin as an attempted scolding.

“He's your partner. You tell me.” Your sassiness made the stern Nanami purse his lips at you in defiance but had Haibara chortling to his further annoyance, firmly tugging on his cheeks to gargle those noises, only amusing his partner more, finally doing here and now to kiss him just to keep him quiet.

Haibara's face glowed all smitten like. “Aw I love you too – !”

“Hush you and eat.” Nanami couldn't suppress a grin as he ate his subway with his favorite boi.

“Job well done, fellow yaoi buddy.” Shoko snorted at what she just saw, lounging in her lemon tea sponge cake, raising her small palm for you to give a carefully slow high five indeed.

“Keep your hands to yourself, assassin.” Riko narrowed dagger eyes at the scarred man across the room, cherry atop her head as she floated in a literal ice cream soda float.

“Riko-sama, be cautious, now.” Misato cautioned her, doing her best to stay blended within her fruity spread.

“I think he's retired from that lifestyle now.” You assured the pair, settling their nerves down when you handed them a plush doll with two eyes, eight legs and horns for them to cuddle and ride on.

“Suguru~ They're so pretty~!” Satoru plopped red bean paste sweetness into his mouth as he watched you move to and fro throughout the cafe.

Suguru munched on the cherry that sat atop with him on the cupcake. “Despite the major height difference, I will admit they look docile.”

“In that case – !” Gojo got down on one knee. “Marry us please~!”

Geto nearly choked. “Toru, we're still dating!”

Gojo got up to kiss him fully on the lips. “Well, we've practically been wedded since day one so …”

Geto's eyes crinkled with tender mirth, humming as he kissed back. “Can't argue with that logic.”

Grabbing his hand, the albino of the two floated them both on up high to reach you. “Plus, a poly ship is very sexy~”

The fact that the iconic strongest pair landed on either shoulder to kiss you simultaneously on your cheeks touched your heart.

“Aw, I – MMPH!”

The super human chibi that is Toji threw his bagel like a Frisbee disk right into your mouth. “Oi. You. This donut ain't cuttin’ it for me. Get me some beer, huh?”

“Dad!” Megumi snapped on your behalf.

“He is a beast.” Yuji anxiously sweated at the alarmingly impressive feat.

“I wanna duel him even more now.” Maki, a fellow non-cursed fighter, got fired up after peaking outside to witness his simple yet stellar stunt.

“Eh!? We already called dibs!” Gojo flared up, steam coming outta his ears.

“Hands off, monkey.” Geto emanated pure unfiltered hatred for the brute killer.

All three men had their eyes cast in shadow as literal sparks of agitation flew between them, ruining the cozy vibe of the cafe.

Able to chew and swallow that bagel up, you could speak again. “Knock yourself out, you beast.” Whisking out a jug of booze outta the blue, you knew the superhuman killer could take it, his smug self already chugging it down with one hand.

“Physically gifted,” Yuji and Maki breathed out in amazement.

“As I was gonna say,” you cupped your hands out for GoGe to sit on, your e/c eyes sparkling down at them, “Of course I'll marry you two. Size and all.”

A giggling Satoru and an amused Suguru are over the moon with your acceptance, bringing them close enough for them to smooch your lips in unison.

However later, you got an earful of “Goddamn” from your chibi sized boss at giving someone alcohol at his fine establishment.

But, you could tolerate it.

All these cuties make it all worth it.

Especially your new beaus.

[weirdsht]

HAHAHAHA imagine Cale with someone weaker than him + a troublemaker and oftentimes think crazier than him, but they're useful so that's what tied them together with the gang💀 bro might feel the stress his hyungs felt whenever he throws himself into danger lol and would start reflecting. Have u done this b4? :D

Is This My Karma? - Cale/Reader

notes: anon... did you take a look inside my mind? or maybe my docs? because the series i'm going to publish later has a similar prompt. i was gonna make it a surprise but since the cat is out of the bag imma announce it here lol. i'll be making a cale/reader slowburn series or at least try but while waiting for that you guys enjoy this small drabble from anon's ask first

tags: fluff, sickfic, reader is an idiot, cale is also an idiot, idiots in love basically, choi han is in charge of their single braincell, established relationship

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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“For the last time, you will not pass your cold to the White Star. How are you even going to achieve that? Also what merit would it bring if that punk catches your sickness?”

Cale glanced over at the sick person in his bed speaking nonsense. Well, it’s not completely nonsense as it was possible.

…If that said person wasn’t on the verge of dying because of a fever.

“We both cough know it’s cough possible. Plus you’re not looking at the bigger picture of cough White Star getting a fever.”

“No you’re just thinking irrationally-”

“Ah ah, I’m still cough speaking. Let the cough sick cough speak.”

“...I think the sick should shut the hell up and sleep.”

The person who is Cale’s significant other only glared at the commander before drinking the water Choi Han handed to them. When arguments like this first happened the swordmaster would interject to create peace.

But that was before he learned just how unhinge this person was.

_____, Cale’s headache and significant other, was a naturally weak person. Even weaker than Cale without ancient powers. However, despite their physical prowess being on the weaker side they have a very useful ancient power.

They have a wood attribute power that can conjure flowers, grass, and trees with either poison or healing powers. Its downside is that the abilities do not work on _____. However, they can make flowers that can spread whatever sickness they have at the moment.

“We all know you just need to fling me at cough a good distance near Mr. Steal-My-Cale’s-Looks and I can pass him my cold with the flowers. Easy peasy Ron’s lemon squeezy.”

Cale remembers _____’s explanation being that the flowers' pollen would contain the same bacteria and virus as their body. Or something along those lines.

“...”

“Hear me cough out, okay? Imagine this, White Star with his plate on the verge of breaking, coughing out so much blood, armless in every sense of the cough as well. Imagine a cough nasty fever and cough combo on top of that.”

“...”

_____ looked at the silent Cale expectantly.

“Sometimes I really wonder why I got together with a punk like you”

“But you love me!”

Sigh

Cale couldn’t refute so he just sighed.

At first, he let _____ join their group because they were useful. Not only is their ability useful but they are also intelligent. They have the see the faults in Cale’s plan and think of a counter-measure. They can also conjure up great plans.

Well, most of the time at least.

Other times look like this…

“No, we are not doing your absurd plan. Just go to sleep and get better, I’ll take care of things.”

Cale kissed the top of _____’s head.

“And don’t even try to think of sneaking out like you did last time. Alberu and Tasha almost had a heart attack.”

The previously smiling _____ because of Cale’s kiss was now pouting because of the reminder. 

Meanwhile, Cale let them be as he went out of their bedroom.

He let out another sigh as he did. Behind him was Choi Han struggling to suppress a smile, wait no a laugh.

“What’s up with you?”

“No, it’s just that Cale-nim you and _____-nim are really similar.”

Choi Han added after seeing Cale glare at him.

“Sometimes that’s how your plans look to us.”

“Haaa”

Cale couldn’t help but notice how his acting like his sworn brother right now.

‘Is this how the crown prince feels about me?’

Not just the crown prince but everyone else as well.

‘Was this why team leader-nim and Choi Jung Soo insisted that I should farm with them even after retirement?’

There was no way, right?

‘There’s no way me and _____ are similar. I’m not self-sacrificial like that. I always make sure that I will live.’

Right?

Looks like he finally got all my warnings.

Cale ignored Super Rock’s voice.

But still, he can’t deny that he caused his group some headaches.

“...I will reflect on myself.”

Choi Han only nodded and smiled at the dazed young master.

Meanwhile, Cale’s mind is a bit chaotic right now.

‘Did my karma come in the form of my significant other?’

There’s no way that’s the case… right?

Right???