#its fuck to have a show that hurts my chest a lil when i think about the characters a little too long

[kawaiianimeredhead]

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[babyangelsky]

My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 6

Every week I think I cannot possibly be having a better time with this show than I already am and every week I'm proven wrong. I LOVE IT HERE AND I'M HAVING A GREAT TIME!

Well Mut, I suffer from this condition as well. It's called Permanent Heart Eyes and it's incurable.

This is such a universal expression. Anyone who has ever watched someone they love eat something they cooked for them and enjoy it has made this face. Food is the greatest love language of them all.

Also, very pleasantly surprised to learn that Tongrak is a leftovers girly. I didn't expect him to be and now I love him even more.

Peat really has mastered the shift from 🥺 to 🥰. He does it a lot this episode and it barely takes him a full second each time, I love it.

When I tell you I COULD. NOT. LOVE. THIS. MAN. MORE. We only see him in profile when he delivers the last part of this line but this is a delightfully murderous expression. If I don't get a scene of Mahasamut cussing Prin out I'm going to be so disappointed.

The utter shock at hearing that Mut wants to hear about Tongrak from him. The quiet disbelief. The relief. I can't show it in a screenshot but Tongrak breathes out when Mut says this and his shoulders relax. No one has ever given this man the courtesy of asking directly if they want to know something about him and allowing him to decide if he wants to share things and Mut does it so easily.

The way he marvels at Mahasamut as it sinks in that he gets a choice, that he gets to decide if and how much to tell is just... it's lovely and completely fucking heartbreaking at the same time.

And because he was actually given a choice, he had no choice but to open up. Mut has made him feel so safe and respected that opening up becomes easy.

"Even though they have a complete, loving family with a loving father."

Stab me, it would hurt less.

No expression but the vibe is "I didn't say you could hug me but also I'm going to cling to you for dear life and try to burrow inside of your chest".

This is another one of those scenes that could have its own dedicated post and for which I would hit the picture limit immediately because the expressions were phenomenal and numerous so I'm cutting myself off.

Would you look at that. Tongrak opened up and now we're cuddling and taking a nap inside of the bedroom no one has ever been allowed to enter. Phenomenal. I'm so proud of this sleepy kitten.

Quick, someone google "how to tell your buddy that you're his husband's best friend's new sugar baby" for Mut he's asking for a friend it's him he's the friend.

THE CUTE AGGRESSION IS ETERNAL AND RELENTLESS.

Fort does the scolded puppy face so well.

Well aren't WE a jealous little jellyfish, Khun Tongrak? He's so bitchy I love him so much.

Not pictured: him refusing to speak first when he talks to Connor even though he's the one who called and the 30 different emotions he goes through during that call.

I spy with my little eye TWO jealous lil jellyfish. What's a group of jellyfish called?

*looks*

A bloom. There's a bloom of pouty jealous jellyfish in this house. I do love when "fights" are for silly reasons and everyone involved knows they're being ridiculous.

Side note: I covet this wallpaper. I need it on one of my bedroom walls immediately.

Also, I would like to do my clown check in for the week and point out that Vivi has solid-colored textured pillows and patterned pillows on her couch but Tongrak chose to cuddle the patterned ones.

We finally got to meet Tongrak's niece Meena and oh but she's a darling, precocious little thing. I also look at Mahasamut like this but you have no business doing it, miss thing, you're a baby! Same goes for reading your uncle's novels I say as someone who started reading romance novels when I was about her age.

2.7 seconds apart. I timed it. I'm saying it every week at this point but Peat, I love everything you do with your face.

And I am very quickly growing to love everything Nina does with that cute little face, too. It's good for Meena to see her beloved uncle being so loved by the beautiful man living in his house.

I have so much more to say about Meena but that definitely will get its own post because it's not limited to her facial expressions. There's a lot to unpack in this scene and in the cafe scene with her and Mut.

I mean--do I even need to say anything? I can't wait to reblog every single gif I can find of this scene because it had me screaming into a pillow like Tongrak.

I'm reaaaaally starting to hate the 30 image photo limit because it truly is not enough to capture everything I love in this feast of a show. Prepare to be so sick of me because there WILL be more posts about this episode.

Also, if you'd like to be tagged in my weekly ramblings about micro-expressions, let me know! 💖

[cottoncandyswisherz]

tell me.

softdom!matt x exgf!reader

warnings: p n v, dirty talk, semi-public sex (in an office) a lil emotional

as i sat in the backseat of this car, driven by my driver, paul, i thought about everything i did to get here.

i thought about the people i left behind. my friends. people i called family. it pains me to know that they'll probably never forgive me. 

but nothing hurts more than thinking about matt. he stuck by my side through my senior year of high school. he loved me and i loved him. 

i loved him more than anything i've ever known. 

my biggest regret is listening to my fucking parents when they told me that he wasn't going anywhere. that his dream of being an influencer was unlikely to come true. i listened when they told that i should just go to howard and become a lawyer and forget all about him.

but i never forgot. how could i?

im jolted out of my thoughts when the car eases to a stop. 

its almost mechanical, the way i grab my brief case, and step out of the car, into the building and onto the elevator. 

im here to negotiate the terms of a brand deal between an influencer and my firms client, CHERRY LA.

who this person was, i had no idea. this wasnt my case. i'm just a associate. this client belonged to one of the partners who dumped it on me. 

again, im jolted out my thoughts when the elevator stops. i look up to see who's gonna be joining me and to make room for them but i freeze. 

my breath stalling in my chest. 

my heart does a quick double beat. 

here, in this small elevator, over a thousand miles from massachusetts, i find myself standing a foot away from the boy who changed my life. 

he doesn't look surprised. he doesnt look shocked. he looks pissed. 

"matt." i whisper his name.

in one quick movement, matt closes the gap between us. his hands come up to the sides of my face. he leans in, his bright blue eyes inches away from mine. i'd forgotten how bright his eyes were. i swore i'd memorized every detail about him, but- being this close again, feeling his heat again- is setting my body on fire.

"y/n." he growls my name. 

he leans in at the same time i push up onto my toes. our lips collide, his mouth is warm and soft and demanding. i grab onto the front of shirt, vaguely aware that the elevator doors have shut, and it feel like we're moving. 

matts hands slide around to the back of my head. his fingers gripping my hair. the tug is enough to tilt my head. taking instant advantage of the new angle, matts tongue slides against my bottom lip. i nip at him as he pulls my hair, causing me to groan. 

he presses against me, bringing our bodies flush. 

i'd missed him. missed his body. missed the way he makes me feel. 

when matt breaks the kiss, i realized that elevator has stopped, and the doors are sliding open again.  

he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers, and pulls me out to follow him. the move has me flashing back to when he took me with his family to vermont and he was dragging me through the woods to show me the creek that he loved. his grip on my hand is now even more passionate than it was then.

i almost have to hog to keep up with his long strides, not sure where hes taking me. the lights are off, but i think we're on the top floor. the executive floor. where my meeting is. 

my meeting is in 20 minutes, but for him, im saying fuck the meeting, fuck the job, fuck the career, fuck the rest of the world. 

matt steps through an open door, pulling me with. he stops suddenly, turning back to face me. with his free hand he reaches out to slam the office door shut.

"where are we?" i ask.

"in a room with a lock. 

matt walks into me, using his body to press me against the door. 

i hear the click as he locks the handle. adrenaline surges through my body. i know what he wants. 

and i want it too. 

i let go of matts hand so i can use both of mine to push his jacket off his shoulders. he lets me, but as soon as it hits the floor he crowds back into my space. 

in a move i've only ever seen in movies, matt reaches down, grabs my hips, and lifts me. pinning me against the door with his body between my legs. my thighs automatically wrap around his waist. my arms around his neck. my mouth fusing to his. 

his hands are so large the nearly cover my entire ass as he grinds into me. matts mouth leaves mine, trailing open mouthed kisses down my throat. reaching my collar bone, he scrapes his teeth across my skin. the sensation sending a shiver straight to my core. 

pulling us away from the door, matt supporting all of my weight, he walks us across the room. i drop my lips to that hollow spot at the base of his throat and lick. 

"fuck, sweetheart." matt grinds the words out.

that name. that silly pet name he used on me seven years ago. i never realized how much i loved it until i wasnt hearing it anymore. i sink my teeth into the side of his neck. this boy- no this man, has turned me back into a 18 year old girl. being so close to him, all i feel is safety and desire. 

"why'd you leave me? why'd you run?" his questions rumble through my body. 

i shake my head against him. "if i didn't leave then, i'd still be there." 

a crack sounds throughout the room, accompanied by a sharp sting on my ass. 

i rear my head back. 

he narrows his eyes at me, daring me to talk back and get spanked again. "you didn't say bye." 

he stops walking and lets go of his hold on me. i only drop a few inches before i find myself sitting on top of a desk. 

he leans in close. "and you kept my clothes."

he hands start on my bare knees, and slide up my thighs, pushing my dress up as he goes. "tell me youre sorry." 

when i dont reply, he pinches my hip. 

i  startle and whisper, "im sorry." 

"good girl." he kisses me once more. brief but hard. 

pulling away from the kiss, he presses on my chest until im laid out on the desk. 

"i should bend you over this desk. fuck you from behind. pull you hair. smack your ass until its red. punish you for what you did." his breathing gets heavier with each word he bites out.

holy shit. the idea of getting punished has never turned me on before, but his filthy words have me soaked. 

matt steps from between my legs, undoes his belt, lowers his zipper then his pants. finally he releases his already hard cock. his pants, around his knees, he steps back between my spread thighs. 

i've never been an extremely sexual being, but the sight of him, long and hard and ready, has my mouth watering. 

"i should do that." he says. "but i want you like this. i want you watching me. seeing what you missed." 

he grabs my hips and pulls me until my bottom half is hanging off the desk. i reach up and grip the edge of the desktop above my head. if he steps away from me now, i'll slide off. 

matt groans as he pushes the skirt of my dress over my waist. "fuck sweetheart. look at you."

he runs a finger over my clothed core, demonstrating how wet my panties are.

with one hand he pulls the fabric to the side, revealing my pussy. with his other hand he strokes the tip of his dick up and down against my entrance. 

"tell me you want this." he demands.

i dont hesitate. "i want it. i want you."

matt pushed in one inch. "say it again."

i moan. "i want you. please. please!" im begging for him to fuck me.

he pushes in another inch. "tell me you thought of me. tell me youve thought of my cock inside you. stretching this perfect pussy." 

his voice is strained. hes trying to stay in charge. but i know hes close to losing it. 

i roll my hips up, trying to get him deeper. 

another smack sounds through the room. with my ass hanging off the desk he still has access to my bare skin.

"tell me." he growls.

"i've thought of you." i pant. "i couldnt stop thinking of you. matt, please." 

a change comes over his eyes. its small, but watching it happen was like watching a flower bloom in 3x speed. like he was opening himself up. i said exactly what he wanted, but he knew, it was exactly what i felt as well.

in one sudden move, matts lips crash against mine at the same he pushed his cock inside me. all the way to the hilt. in one hard thrust. the feeling of him filling me again, combined with the emotional wave of my confession, is too much. the sensation is too overwhelming. i cry out in shock and pain and pleasure. 

he pulls out, presses in, and just like that, im a puddle on this desk. my orgasm hits me like a slash of cold water, my breath leaving my body completely. 

im caged in. matts encasing me. one hand holding my face, his mouth mouth plundering mine, his other hand squeezing the back of my thigh. my body doesnt know whats going on. my pussy is throbbing with each thrust, matching matt. my minds so blurry i cant form words, and i think i have tears in my eyes. 

"fuck. y/n. fuck." matt buries his face in my curls. "you feel so good."

im lost in him. in this moment. in the experience. sense of time evades me, and i feel myself hanging on for dear life. i dont want it to ever end, but im afraid i wont survive another minute. 

his thrusts are getting slower. harder. his movements jerky. 

matt groans against my neck. "goddamn, you feel so fucking good." 

he slams into me hard. once, twice, then i feel his thumb on my clit. my body can't take it. i think i've been suffering from one long never-ending orgasm this whole time, but that doesn't stop my body from starting all over. i shatter. moaning loudly. clawing at matts shoulders. arching against his body. 

"thats it, sweetheart." one more thrust and matt stills. his body going tight. his groan of release filling my head. his actual release filling my cunt. 

he raises up and looks me dead in the eyes. im mesmerized by his blue orbs. so bright. full of hope and hurt. 

"im sorry, matt." i murmur, letting the tears fall. 

then a phone rings and we're brought back to reality. matt pulls out of me and i moan quietly. 

while he answered his phone i just lay there on the desk, trying to get myself together. 

"yeah nick, im on the way." i hear matt say, before hanging up and walking over to me. 

"i have to go, but we're gonna talk. i promise. i just have this meeting with this brand and chris really wants to team with them-"

"brand?" i ask. "what brand?" 

"CHERRY LA." he answered" "chris really like their clothes and we're here to negotiate the terms of our deal." now he's getting himself together, pulling his pants up and grabbing his jacket off the floor. 

"matt." he stops what he's doing. "im CHERRY's lawyer. your meeting is with me." 

he smiled. "of course it is. i made sure we only spoke to the best attorney in california."

niyah speaks i been watching suits teeew much guys. anyways new chapter for against all odds tonight!!!

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and my mommy i mean me)

taglist: @mattslolita

[lxvme]

jus thinking abt how simon ‘ghost’ riley wld be ina relationship…

hc list under cut

simon riley is said to have his mask on for oh so long in the first half of his relationship. this, i kinda see. i think he would wear his balaclava, per say, but he’d def wear those lil surgical masks everywhere. does he wear it in his house? sometimes. if he has company (rarest occasion on earth) he isn’t entirely close with, like a friend of soap’s or something, its likely you’ll be greeted with a mask. (in mw2, he did take his mask off in front of ale and rudy, though, but thats maybe bc they almost died tg ���� civvies n friends r different) i think if you two r having sex within two months of the relationship, you’ll be seeing his face.

kinda going from above, simon riley doesnt keep his mask on to hookup. he’s not simon riley in the mask, he’s ghost. he doesn’t want for his lovie to see that he’s a ghost, if they’re showing themselves to each other. im not sure he’ll like it if you try n wear one of his masks to turn him on, either- it just wouldn’t work. even if either of u is getting head, mask stays off. (that being said, if you’re just a hookup, and not a gf of any kind, mask is on fs)

hugs. from. behind. this man, when close with his girl, will be clingy. always needs a hand on you, in fact- to prove he isn’t crazy and hallucinating, and to make sure youre safe (he’s extremely paranoid abt u getting hurt because you can b bait for him, due to his job- more on that ina minute) he also likes how small you can be compared to him, it makes him feel quite prideful he can protect his lovin’ bc he’s a big boy. BUT, continuing he’s clingy- you’re cooking? he’s latched onto u the entire time, asking if you need help. reading? his head is rested on your thighs, underneath as you hold ur book above his head. (bonus points bc he might be reading too) he’s home from literally any other place than home? well, he missed you, so ‘gimme a kiss, love,’ and then proceed to hold him, or just let him hold you. laundry? oh, well, he’s actually already done it. (housewife.)

he’s veryyy paranoid that an enemy or sum will end up taking you for bait. in fact, he’s already very hesitant to date in general- he’s not used to the feelings it brings and whatnot. (ill b expanding on this in the future) and thats why he can b extra protective- he wouldn’t be able to handle it if his pretty girl was kidnapped, all because of him? the horrors it brings to him are a little much for him to take, sometimes, so he’ll end up pushing u away for a lil while. (i genuinely live for poor bb simon)

like laundry, among other things, he’s suchhh a housewife at heart. mainly because, he likes to be clean and tidy- it helps him rid the dirty feeling that seems to linger from missions. dishes? he did them this morning, possibly in a hope to drown out those nightmares and plaguing thoughts that always seemed to shatter his mind. all in all, the man needs cleanliness. however, if youre a messy girl (in the sense that there are clothes everywhere and tossed aside blankets and pillows on every surface, sometimes a small pile of dishes in the kitchen sink, and a general ‘lived-in mess,’ also this is def not catered to how messy i am) he can definitely adapt, it’ll just take around 3 years :)

showering tg. bae adores to hold u against his chest, water dripping on both of you, while his other hand is in your hair, gently rinsing out soap. (i’m not sure whether to base my simon hcs n writing off of the comics or not, bc reboot!ghost is NOT the same 😭)

moving onnnn… simon riley is the type of boyfriend to:

stalk the absolute fuck out of every single social u have- in fact, he didnt even know what pinterest or instagram was until he saw you on it. (he’d definitely make an spam account that’s pretending to be another girl)

make you a lot of lil gifts out of his own things- keychains, a lil necklace (mhhh my hearttt) or a bracelet out of the collar of his t-shirt (he’d also def make himself a bra bracelet, if u two dont already have matching ones x)

be your handyman. no other words.

thats all i have for u lot bc i have ZEROOOO motivation, but i’d like to expand ona few more things eventually. i’ll also start writing for other cod men when simon riley loses his fucking death chokehold on me (maybe he’ll have it forever…)

[koifish67]

Overwatch x GN! Reader adopting a kid part 1

Tw mentions of vomit

(Since solider 76 is CANON gay, his section will have have he/him pronouns for you(

(The baby is a girl)

Mako is a good dad, a great dad even.

You’d think he’d get annoyed easily by the crying of the baby, but he simply will just scoop up the small human and cradle them ever so gently.

His nickname for his baby? “puawai iti” (little flower in the Māori language)

He’ll put his baby on his stomach with a hand on them and omg it so adorable.

You catch him staring at you while holding the baby, he’ll lie if you ask if he was smiling. (He 100% was)

When he’s out and about he has his baby in a sling on him, it has lil pachimari all over it. He also dresses her in a cute pachimari onesie!

Is scared to feed her but after you show him he’s a bit more confident. Does the airplane thing 100%.

Scared but happy, he genuinely is scared that he’ll accidentally hurt his baby by doing something stupid. But happy cause he finally gets to have a kid with you.

Makes baby clothes and it looks cute! Probably goes crazy when he sees baby shoes.

Puts all his dangerous explosive stuff on a very high shelf.

Cant change diapers for the life of him, like he will gag and vomit if he has to, so it’s your job now.

Giggles so much if she farts or burps, he takes videos of it and sends it to you with him giggling in the background.

Dresses her in very funny costumes and onesies.

ROADHOG BABYSITTIER!!!

Hanzo

Omg is so so happy he finally gets to have a kid with you. He always wanted a kid, and a kid with YOU, his dream is coming true.

When he finally gets to see his child, he starts crying and hugging you and his new baby girl.

Dresses his baby in cute little dresses! He found a cute dragon onesie and is obsessed with it.

Calls her “my little dragon”

Is a pro at feeding, changing diapers, calming her down, and making her laugh.

He spoils her so much that her room is engulfed with stuffed animals, blankets, and the cutest baby bottles.

The dragons love her, they cuddle her all the time.

Mcree

Is super excited, like omg I’m gonna be a father finally!

Dresses her in a lil cowboy hat sometimes it’s so cute, its brown with little bees on it. Has her own little cow boy boots to.

Feeds her like a pro!

Does that thing where she’ll toss her in the hair and catch her, gently of course.

If he’s out and about he has a baby carrier with horses all over it.

Doesn’t smoke when she’s with him, refuses it and will never do it. He actually stops a lot and rarely does in the future.

Has pictures of her and you in his hat, takes it out to show it off to his teammates.

“Look at my amazing husband/wife/partner and our baby!”

Calls her “my little cowgirl”

Doomfist

Very excited! He’s gonna be a dad! It makes him so happy to have a baby with you.

“I cant be evil today I’m to busy being a dad”

I’m sorry but he’s really bad at matching her outfits, but she’s dressed so it doesn’t really matter.

So gentle to her, he treats her like the most breakable glass in the world.

Lots of plushes, so many omg.

He makes her dance, like he does that thing where he moves her arms and legs to make her dance and it’s adorable.

Her first words are “dada” and he starts fucking sobbing.

Solider 76

OMG HES FINALLY A FUCKING DAD! He crys in your chest when that happens

Loves taking her around everywhere in a stroller, especially at the park when he’s on his daily run.

“Where’s the wife today?”

“My HUSBAND is at home making lunch.”

Mercy babysits for you

Stricks me as the guy who builds everything, like he built her crib, a shelf, her diaper changing paper.

Has 20 books on parenting, and asks Ana a lot of questions to.

Starts crying when she touches his face and giggles, his heart is all warm and fuzzy.

Goes to check ups with mercy with her

Dilf

Starts crying when she says her first words.

[eph3merall]

I just read your fanfic of chris based on “Hotel” and i I LOVEDDD it!! And, I was just wondering if you could write another song fanfic about Chris? I was thinking of Kiss Land by the Weekend:)

kiss kiss kiss <3 lotsss of parts i wanted to do from this song so the lyrics might be a lil out of order and whatnot :3 decided to do chris on tour for this kind of.... (guys i didnt get to go to the tours so. i dont know. what it was like.... hopefully this is okay) again this is SOO late im so sorry </3

drug mentions . not too heavy

when i got on stage, she swore i was six feet tall

but when she put it in her mouth she can't seem to reach my (reach my, reach my)

—

your knees have started hurting from digging into the cold floor—chris' soothing hands digging into your hair. blunt nails sink gently into your scalp and he hisses at the way you swallow around him, a gulp and gag ringing in his ears when he sees you can't fit it all down your throat in the first try. a chuckle vibrates his chest and he pulls you off with a heavy breath, one hand shifting down to grip your jaw and pry your mouth open wide, and then wider.

—

im faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing

and ill admit baby

im a little camera shy

but exceptions can be made baby, 'cause youre too damn fly

—

piercing blue eyes tinted red drift shut before snapping open again. the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat, you own eyes quick to lift up and meet chris'—holding eye contact. you can tell he's out of it, and on tour too? maybe he got stressed or something, maybe something happened and he needed a break. the clenching of your cunt is hard to ignore, and you have half the mind to whip your phone out and take a selfie of yourself. maybe include chris in it as well, just to show off to your friends.

—

for what its worth, i hope you enjoy the show

'cause if youre back here only takin' pictures

you gon' have to take your ass home

—

before chris practically stuffed his dick in your mouth, you were ecstatic at the thought of meeting him backstage of the tour. you were only a fan, did he see something in you? your phone is in your hand the second you're alone, the words on the tip of your tongue. "can i get a picture?" and chris nodded. the two of you talked, where the brunette asked if you were enjoying their tour so far. you couldn't believe this was happening, so multiple photos were needed, right? you just didn't notice the subtle, growing annoyance in the clench of chris' jaw, or the way his muscles in his face tensed sometimes.

—

'cause the only thing youre takin'

is your clothes off

go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth

i just wanna hear your body talk

—

delicate, manicured fingers run down your body. you start sliding your dress off, cold air hitting exposed skin and making you shiver and squirm. maybe the way chris is eyeing you down has something to do with that too, with how his eyes follow the curve of your breasts confined in your bra or how he traces the lines of your thighs and ass. you pinch your lips shut tightly—his earlier command, 'jus' shut up, okay? wanna see you.' he was faded off something.

—

you can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free

you gotta pay with your body

not really into kisses leading into nothing

—

you noticed something. even with the way chris' dick rammed into your poor cunt, he never attempted to kiss you. no time were his lips ever close to yours, hovering over your face or pecking your glossy lips. you wondered why, because he'd leave little lingering nips and pecks on your thighs or tummy or breasts. he hissed through his teeth, hips rolling and pelvis grinding against yours as the tip of his cock kissed that spot deep inside. you let the thought go. how could you not, with how good this felt?

—

im into shows every night, if you play your cards right, i might

fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour

fuck around, turn you to my west coast girl

—

chris is talkative. you saw that while he was on stage and even now with him nestled deep inside you, he'd talk and talk. talk about how pretty you looked, how good your pussy clenched around him. how he even whispered in your ear, leaning over your bare body and asking you if you'd like your whole friend group to go on the next tour with them. all you could manage was a high-pitched whine and weak shake of your head. he talked, asked you how much you'd like it if you were his girl. his.

—

i dont care about you, why you worried 'bout me?

all i want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke

—

after the two of you are somewhat satisfied, chris is quick to tug his clothes back on. as are you, because god forbid someone find the two of you back here—naked. you watch as he lights up a joint, lounging back in a seat and tilting his head up to exhale the lungful of smoke into the air. standing awkwardly, curious eyes peer at him. you aren't sure why your heart throbs just a little, because smoking isn't good for anyone. chris hasn't kicked you out from backstage yet, but he hasn't said much either. he eyes you, an air of boredom in his character. like he doesn't care, like you're just some girl. just some fan of him.

YAYY I FINISHED THIS!!!! this was lowkey short uhhhh im sorry hopefully u enjoyed love u all. feel free to req stuff... ummmmm yeah... thanks u all fro 300+ followers <3

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©eph3merall 2024

[judeswhore]

Lmao I wrote a whole essay😭 also sorry for my english

The only oral fixation I want is him having ur tits in his mouth 24/7, he would just come home from a long day and just lay head on ur chest for a while trying to resist the urge at first but he cant help himself he'll pull ur shirt up and start to kiss and suck on them like his life depends on it, one in his mouth and fondle the other one for ages till he falls asleep..

U definitely have multiple pics of him suckin on them "What would ur friends think if I showed them these pics baby" you teased and he'd just roll his eyes and playfully pinch ur nipple -kinda hurts but in good way- HE DOESN'T CARE HE JUST WANTS THEM IN HIS MOUTH ALL DAY OKAY

Before he leaves in the morning he would give them "one last kiss" even tho he sucked on them all night "just for goodluck baby" he says

He'd ask u to not wear a bra home so its easily accessible and be obsessed with the way they bounce when ur walking instant boner.

He would definitely beg u to let him fuck ur tits or at least just let him cum on them

I know he loves to just spit on ur nipples and then just spreading it with his fingers, he also loves to pinch, and give them lil slaps just to see them bounce again it kinda stings but in a delicious way😩

One of his favorite things to do is just put whipped cream on ur nipples and lick it clean, he'd just do it over and over again, sometimes he'd use icecream fuck imagine the ice cold feeling on ur nipples then his hot tongue sucking and licking 😩😩

he doesn't even ask anymore he just casually pulls them out and start suckling, while ur doing ur homework or watching tv or while he's scrolling on his phone, u know just ALL THE TIME and u don't mind obviously, he's just obsessed with them and ur used to it but sometimes u get so tired of him being glued to ur boobs and tell him to stop he'd give u pleading eyes 🥺but ur DONE u start pushing his head he would release ur nipple with a pop and give one last kiss on both and then he'll be pouting all day .... yeah I'm gonna stop here lol

Again sorry for my English 🫶♡🫶

ur english is amazing!! but this is so🫠🫠can u imagine his obsession after you’ve been apart for a little while?? like the first night ur back together he just cannot get enough of ur boobs, is holding them and sucking them and telling u how much he missed then and ur like “and what abt me” and he’d just send u this teasing little grin, teeth sunk into ur nipple and go “yeah i guess i missed u too”

[sleepy-achilles]

Dropping off a prompt or three

Ministry!Undertaker gets his ass kicked by Shawn.

Something bad happens to Shawn (no death) and the Undertaker loses it and Ministry!Undertaker makes an appearance and deals with it.

The nail salon techs never say a word when hot biker guy and his daughter show up and get matching pedicures.

So sorry this took so long. Like incredibly ridiculously long. And their all short. I kinda did prompts more than fics. Sorry I just wanted to get them out

1. Excuse me?

Shawn raises an eyebrow. What did this man just say?

The smirk slowly falls off ministry's face as he sees the look in the shorter man's eyes. "I...I didn't mean it?" Ministry questions as he steps back. Paul looks at Ministry confused. "You are stepping foot in my lockeroom where my kids are sleeping and you want to insult my husband? The husbands who's body you have stolen?" Shawn growls putting his hair up. "Wait wait I didnt mean it like that" Ministry protests. "What are you doing?!" Paul barks. "Taker is scared of him so it makes me!" Ministry protests. "Hes a smart man that's why" Shawn snaps. John holds a baby cassie close whilst Leon stops colouring to watch.

And both are glad they do.

Kane stands there confused as the shorter man punches ministry square in the nose.

Shawn hisses and shakes his hand as ministry's nose pops immediately, blood pouring out of it. "Fuck!" Ministry yelps holding his nose.

Paul raises an eyebrow. Shawn can hurt ministry? That's impossible.

"Shit" Shawn gasps cradling his hand to his chest. "You better get to stepping before I leave you black and blue" Shawn snarls at the taller man. Ministry straightens his back and looks at the blood pooling in his hands. Kane goes to step forward when ministry blocks him. "We do not have time. Leave it." He mutters.

Shawn watches as they storm out before he whimpers and looks down at his hand.

A bag of ice reaches into his view. He turns to see lil Leon holding it up. "Thanks peach" Shawn smiles accepting it. He fears this won't be his last confrontation with ministry. But it will be the last infront of his kids.

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2. Guard dogs

"Dad!" John yells. Taker is up out his seat in a instant. He rushes to the younger man. "John? What's wrong?" Taker asks. John points at the screen.

Taker sees red.

Jericho and Christian have jumped Shawn in the car park.

John watches as takers eyes turn fully white, his whole aura changes. Its no longer taker, he knows that.

Ministry doesn't say a word as he turns and teleports away. John watches as the cameras suddenly go down and they are taken back to commentary. "Oh shit" John huffs.

He'd hate to be them right now.

Chris chuckles as shawn groans and tries to hide his face. "Not so touch now hey?" Christian smirks. "Ye-" "I don't know, are you?" A voice growls behind them. Both men slowly turn to see taker. "Taker!" Chris yelps as Ministry grabs them both by the throat. "You think this was a smart idea boys?" Ministry growls. Both men start protesting and trying to wiggle away. Ministry lifts them up and slams them into the concrete. "You messed with the wrong boy toy" Ministry growls before sinking to his knees beside Shawn.

"You good?" Ministry asks not wanting to touch the man. Shawn peaks at him. "Ministry?" "Yeah, taker will be back soon. Just wanted to make sure you're okay" Ministry huffs. "He will want to do some damage to them tho" Ministry adds. "Good. Thank you." Shawn whispers. "Anytime kid."

Shawn watches as takers eyes turn normal. "Are you alright?" Taker asks helping him sit up. "Yes, Thank you." Shawn nods. Taker looks at the out cold heels. "Those bastards" "I think you've already done enough. Cmon, help me to medic" Shawn huffs. "Yeah okay" Taker nods.

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Ain't got a clue about nail stuff so...brrr

3. Daddy-Daughter time

"Daddy cmon!" Cassie whines tugging takers arm. Taker glances at the nail salon. "We are supposed to be buying stuff for Leon and John's party." Taker points out. "Please" she flashes her eyes at him. Taker sighs. "Fine." Taker leads the girl into the very quiet salon. He ignores the stares. "Can we have two pedicure please?" Cassie asks. Taker groans. "Of course. Follow me" the woman smiles.

--no idea--

Taker pays the woman and moves to the door. "We'll be back!" Cassie smiles, pulling taker out before he can protest.

And they did. They went back everytime they were in town. Even as they got older.

And the staff did not mind.

"See you later Cassie" Skylar calls as the slightly older girl drags her father out. "Hes still scary even as a biker." The old woman whispers. Skylar looks at the customer. "We will take no hot biker guy slander here." Skylar scolds. "Seriously?" "Yes seriously, he's hot and he's a dad. And that's a very happy little girl. So he's always welcomed here." Blair calls.

[prettyboypistol]

Match the Freak's Freak || Keatlejuice x GN!Reader +18 mdni

[Clone sex] [Multiple Beetlejuices] [Bjs for BJ] [Eating you out] [Spitroasting] [Daddy Kink] [Dirty Talk]

You met Beetlejuice accidentally, but oh god, it was lust at first sight. If you told your friends you immediately entered into a fuckbuddy relationship with a repulsively disgusting ghost they would shut you out forever. Whatever. All you needed was that man's ugly mug to keep you sane. It must be something in ghostly jizz that kept you coming back, kept making you call him. No matter- you wanted to get dicked down, and you knew just the ghost for the job that matched your libido.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." You called out as you dropped your towel. Fresh from out of the shower, you were thinking of him and got an itch that only he could scratch.

Oh god, he loved when you called him. Beetlejuice secretly loved that you were attracted to him in such a lustful way. As much as he said he "couldn't keep the ladies off of him", most people found him utterly disgusting- netherworld or living. You made him feel sexy, like he actually had some sort of sex appeal to someone. Like he was more than just his chaos.

"Hey there sexy, same deal as usual?" He asked as he bit his lip at the sight of you, naked, and walking towards him. You weren't even dry yet as you pressed up against him.

"Shut up and kiss me, Beej." You hummed as you pulled him by his lapels into a filthy kiss. The sudden lurch made Beetlejuice stumble back, but he eagerly returned the kiss as he groped at your sides and ass. His tongue quickly shoved inside of your mouth- you never thought the taste of wet dust would be intoxicating, but god damn it all to hell, you were in love. In love with a man that could never love you back. But hey, if you kept your mouth shut and enjoyed yourself, you could at least have sex with him.

You heard a snapping of his fingers, then felt another pair of grimy hands caress your front as another Beetlejuice groped your chest and neck.

"Awe hell yeah, that's it babes." The clone muttered into your ear before it licked the back shell. "Grind up all on me like you need it."

You pulled away to take a look at the man(men?) in front of you with a chuckle. You turned away with a swirl to show off your ass as you laid on your bed. It was dingey and the springs hurt your back, but it was yours.

"Get over here and fuck me like you need it, boys." You mirrored as you outstretched your arms to above your head. The clone immediately took off his tie and wrapped it around your wrists tightly- a little too tight if you had to complain, but you didn't care in the moment.

Beetlejuice scrambled over to you and immediately started eating you out, no care in the world as he moaned loudly. The clone chuckled as he whispered into your ear.

"What a dog, am I right? I'm a gentleman of the two of us. Now open up and let my dick get wet."

You snorted at the request, but opened your mouth eagerly. You loved when Beetlejuice didn't wear underwear- which was most of the time. The unzip of his suit pants made you inhale sharply as Beetlejuice probed his long tongue inside you like a twisting tentacle.

"You're this excited to suck dick?" The clone mocked playfully as it cupped your cheek in mock-affection. "What a pretty lil whore for Daddy."

"I only call Beejy "Daddy" when he earns it." You teased right before the clone took the opportunity to shove its dick deep inside your throat without any regard for your gag reflex. Beetlejuice was fully aware that him fully hard caused you to choke, but that was the fun part for both of you.

The clone stuttered its hips a little as it became slightly transparent- desperate to stay tangible to continue face-fucking you. This was one of Beetlejuice's favorite tricks, after all. Anything you did to his clone, he could feel on himself. This was his version of 69-ing.

You swallowed around it as best you could, licking when the clone thrusted out of your mouth, only to let you take a microbreath as it pumped back inside you.

"What a good slut, takin' my dick so well." The clone muttered as it cradled your face between its hands as it straddled your chest for better access. "I oughta really fuck your face, show you who's in charge."

You were given permission to answer, but were cut off by your own groan as Beetlejuice started to push his dick inside you. The only thing you could exclaim was "Beetlejuice!" as he started to rock into you. The clone shuddered on top of you as it fed you its dick again and let you suck it off.

"Hell yeah, toots. suck my dick while I fuck you- the only thing that gets you off now- ain't it? Little fuckin' cockwhore, ain't'cha?" Beetlejuice rambled as he slammed deeper and somehow deeper still inside you.

"Goddamn, I love this piece of ass so much- lemme fuck you forever and I'll swear on Christ I'll beg like a goddamn dog for just a look-"

Ah yep, there it was. Beetlejuice was a talker during sex, constantly telling you how good you made him feel, how no breather has ever let him get it "this good" in centuries, etc. Although, you found it to be an excellent marker to see if he was close or not- the faster he talked, the closer he was to busting his load.

You'd love to tease him, but the feeling of gagging brought you out of it. The clone let out a pathetic little whine and vanished as Beetlejuice focused solely on chasing his orgasm. The pain of being used as a cum-duit was there, but hey- push that feeling down for after he left!

You used your newfound freedom to grab the ghost by his tie, wrap your legs around his waist, and moan into his ear.

"C'mon daddy, you know I'm your little freak."

Beetlejuice groaned as he pushed himself impossibly deep into you with a bated faux-breath. He didn't need to breathe, but sometimes he got to into sex and started to regardless.

"Ohhh babe, you're cruisin' for a brusin' now-"

"Then bruise me." You hummed as Beetlejuice quickly put his hand over your throat and squeezed. That only made you squeeze around him tighter.

"I forgot how kinky you were, toots."

Beetlejuice panted out once, twice, as he thrusted into you as fast as he could manage. You started to rub yourself in all the right ways you knew how- since clearly your ghost wasn't too interested in getting you off as well.

Surprisingly, you came before Beetlejuice with a muffled shout of his name as you choked his cock out, your body essentially begging for the ghost to claim you as his.

With a startling amount of courtesy, Beetlejuice murmured to you "Inside or outside, baby?"

Instead of answering, you locked your ankles around him and pushed your hips into him. You hoped he would get the hint.

He didn't have time to as he stuttered out a moan of satisfaction, cumming deep inside you. The thick ectoplasm filled you better than regular cum did, all without the fears of disease.

"Hot damn, babes- you really needed me that bad?" Beetlejuice laughed as he rubbed your inner thighs appreciatively.

"What can I say? I'm a whore for the ghost with the most- in more ways than one." You responded with another squeeze of your thighs to connect you two further.

"That's what I like to hear." Beetlejuice smirked as he lightly smacked the outside of your thigh with a playful intent.

[mymindsjustmine]

Random lil story/Her (chapter 1)

She  

TW: abuse, sexual harassment, violence, 18+ content 

Chapter One: 

The cold metal –I assume it’s metal- wrap around my chest in just seconds. The sharp edges of each chain ring dig into my skin and leave a dull pain. My body reacts in just seconds, it punches against the chains and tries to escape them with all its power – but there’s no way out. Of course not.  

I feel the force with which I’m pressed into the soft mattress as the chains around me tighten, making breathing a challenge. My thoughts are trapped in a thunderstorm, why me, why me, why me? I know the rules – I know them so well – and I never broke them not once.  

I struggle to suck the air into my body, the chains still tightening. I concentrate on giving my body what it needs:  

In and out. In and out. In and out- 

And suddenly there is no in anymore. Lights start dancing Infront of my eyes, as I press my eyelids together, waiting for the adrenaline, for the darkness to come. With all my power left, I fight down the panic creeping up in me – fighting just makes it worse.  

Blood pumps through my veins, trying to keep me alive – every heartbeat a punch to be hurting head. I need to pass out – need to come out of this alive, alive, alive. 

When I trip and fall down the cliff, this word still dances in my head. Alive – that's how the darkness swallows me – alive. 

“Florian.” 

I tense, my muscles contract. Fuck. Panic flushes through my body, hits me like a lightning, and I begin to burn. Shivers take over my body in flames, take away the control I once had over it. Fuck, fuck, fuck.  

I keep my eyes shut, trying to make up, pretend – but my rapid breathing gives me away anyway.  

Dynamite explodes in my chest, as I feel a finger softly brushing over my lips. Don’t react wrong, do what she needs, what she wants, just stay alive.  

“Florian, wake up sweetheart.” I open my eyes, try to hold back the tears rushing into my eyes. Hide the pain, Florian, don’t show how you feel Florian. Don’t fuck this up, Florian. 

I look in hers, her emerald eyes, green like a forest glowing in the first sunshine of spring. I see her hand, close my eyes -  

Feel a sharp pain in my down lip. Feel the blood running out of it, down my chin. Feel the heat surrounding her body moving closer to me, then her soft lips pressing against mine. I don’t react, just taste her sweetness that is so bitter on my tongue. She gently started sucking my lip, exactly where she hit me before.  

She drinks my blood, my blood, my blood, and makes the pain in me grow higher, until I can’t control myself and let out a quiet cry of pain. I know what would come, but I can’t stop the Noice escaping me. 

She froze. My heart is racing, when I see her moving backwards, away from me – I couldn’t help but feel relieved from the sudden distance between us – before I felt the back of her hand again. My cheek was burning from the sudden force she used on me. With eyes that could’ve killed a man she looked at me and hissed: “You better prepare for tonight, sweetheart.” The nickname that should be so warm, so comforting, sends cold shivers down my spine.  

“We will have a wonderful time...together. Don’t you think so too?” she smirked; the smile not quiet reaching her eyes.  

I could just stay on my back, couldn't move. My muscles were hold into place by invisible strings, but I knew she wanted an answer. “Yes, ma’am.” I wheeze, full of fear of what will come.  

She stands up and holds her hand – her beautiful, dangerous hand – in my direction. I once again press my eyelids together and try to stop the nausea that rises in my stomach. With a great amount of force, I reach up and take her hand. My body feels tired, I can’t count the bruises anymore that hide my pale skin.  

I don’t know why, but I’m one of her favourites. A slight memory of my earlier life flashes through the fog in my head, an image of...me? I was quite attractive, with my soft face and my big brown eyes. My nose was beautiful too, now the only word that could describe it is broken. 

I slowly take one step. And another. She looks at me with pity, then takes my arm and pulls me further into nowhere. Don’t fall, don’t trip, don’t make her mad – the rules ring in my head and cause me headaches.  

“Here we go...” she murmurs softly, before opening a wooden door. She pulls me in, and I take in the room: A big bed with fluffy pillows and blankets, white like an innocent swan. Big windows with red curtains, that created an almost moody atmosphere, candles everywhere and – I flinch in shock – the cupboard. The cupboard with all the little boxes of horror for me and pleasure for her.  

With her strong hands, she pushes me over, on the bed. I crawl back before I stop myself – do what she wants you to do. So, I just sat there, waiting for her to tell me what she wants.  

She takes off her silk-coat and crawls into the bed, until she’s hovering directly above me. “Are you scared, Florian?” she mumbles in her deep voice, her fingers dancing across my bare chest. My skin is already so tortured, even soft touch feels like fire.  

I don’t know what she wants, don’t know what’s the right answer to that question. Hesitantly, I nod. My voice trembles from my panic, as I answer. “Yes, ma’am.”  

She looks at me like a hunter at his prey. Then she lets her hips sink on top of me, now sitting on my belly. I flinch again, as she takes her hands and sinks them into my hair. She pulls my head up until I sit, with her on my lap, as she kisses my hungrily. “Kiss me, Florian. Be a good boy.” 

I feel tears dripping down my cheeks, as I kiss her back, thinking about Linda, Linda, my past life wife.  

[ciaossu-imagines]

Dunno if i am still on for the "talk to me i feel bad" show but you remember my varia boys right? You remember my oc Ava, Squalos lil brother who may be a lil obsessed?

Yeah i just recently realized that if he was a character in a dating sim two of his bad endings would be related to Squalo. Either the MC becomes a danger to Squalo/hurts him and he cuts them down or just stabs them

OR

they get TOO CLOSE to his brother and Ava ends up slowly (torturingly) choking them to death while saying how much they do not deserve to be by his side bc that is HIS brother and he will be the most important person in his life, fuck you.

Also since I am rewatching reborn, I've had thoughts.

So SOMEONE has to run the varia while the officers and boss arent there during the ring battles, so Squalo (bc xanxus cant be fucking bothered) puts Ser, Lorenzo, Leo and Ava in charge until they are back. Ava is ofc not happy about not being actively there to see his brother fight but ah, he'll take it since they get live transmission on a big screen!

And then Squalos fight occures. First shock: Squalo loses his fight.

Second: he gets eaten by a shark.

And thats when i realized. One of the reasons Dino FUCKING JETS TO CONFIRM SQUALO IS OKAY AND ALIVE would be because

Ava would've lost his mind and likely obliterated the entire remaining Varia. Its not like there are many strong enough to actually stop him when there is NOTHING he has left to lose. Usually he doesnt go unhinged, he doesnt have a reason for it snd as a swordsman he knows to have control over himself and his emotions. But if he loses SQUALO, his ONLY tether to sanity, all bets are off.

So Dino makes sure to save Squalo, not just to find out what actually is going on, or because they are old friends but bc DINO OFC KNOWS AVA, HE IS SQUALOS BROTHER AFTER ALL, THEY MET! and just thinks "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT, I HAVE TO MAKE SURE SQUALO IS ALIVE BEFORE WE GOT A MASSACRE ON HAND!!!"

Meanwhile the situation at HQ is fucking tense as shit. NOBODY dares to say anything or even move at first as they stare at Ava whose eyes are still glued to the static of the screen. Lorenzo, hand slowly to his weapons, is already getting ready to interfere once Ava snaps and Sergey very cautiously just goes

"A-Ava...?"

And then Avas phone rings. He mindlessy takes the call and Dino just loudly blurts

"Ava, he is alive!! We got Squalo and are getting him into medical care right now!"

"Dino...?"

"Yes! Yes, Ava its me! I made sure my men would get a hold of your brother, so you dont need to-- he's alive, okay?!"

"Ah... I see... Thank you, Dino."

Sergey slumps back in his seat, Leo leans against the nearest wall and exhales and Lorenzo relaxes, hands now off his weapons and crossed in front of his chest.

Cavallone better not lie about this, or Ava is going to go for him next.

"Dino." And Avas voice turns cold in a way that is very clearly not very mentaly stable.

"Please make sure that he stays alive and recovers properly."

And for a second everybody tenses again.

"Y-yes of course! Don't worry about that, everything will be allright!!"

The call ends and Sergey feels the cold sweat still on his back.

"Ava, you're fucking terrifying for a 16 year old, you know that?"

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I just thought its a funny thought. So often the Varia is haled as this organisation of almost superhuman assassins, but it cant just be the main officers and the boss who are absolute maniacs.

You’re still on for that, but gosh the way you put that makes me feel both called out but is so incredibly accurate. I honestly do love how straightforward you are in things and as a person; it’s one of my favourite things about you 😊 Also, oh my good god, can I just say how happy I was to read this and that you sent it in as an ask so all my readers can read about these boys?! The Varia boys honestly have my heart and I adore them!

I love that you thought out what the boys would be like in a dating sim, because that’s just such a cool thought pattern and it’s also something that I love thinking about! It’s just a lot of fun figuring out what the routes would look like for characters, especially people like your Varia boys, where dating definitely isn’t the utmost importance to them and Ava’s bad endings sound heartbreaking and brutal but like things I would playthrough and find cheat guides for just to see them all played out. Also, how goes the rewatch? How far along are you?? Any episodes you were really glad to see again or arcs that you feel aren’t as much your favourites?

Also love your thoughts! The Varia’s missions and base being left to the most elite of the underlings makes perfect sense, especially these boys where they’re all very much trusted by the commanding officers. But at the same time, I feel so bad for Ava because I know he would have killed to be able to be there to see his brother wipe the floor during the Ring Battle and to finally wear the completed Rain Guardian ring…or you know, that’s how everyone figured it would go. All of your thoughts were just so lovely and I had so much fun reading them! Thank you for the smiles and the ‘holy, that’s so interesting’ moments 😊 Also, you write dialogue so well, just saying!

[m0thcl0wn]

zou ramble post

whyd Wanda lick Luffy

also Pedro <3

OH Robin and the dragon, shes adorable shes really grown to be one of my favourites over all (i dont think i could list like 1-10 my favourite straw hats, theyre all my favourites)

Law

Luffy getting washed away after being told to hang on. love him. idiot.

BEPO

"then its true they must be-" "A Cannibal Tribe." "NOOOOO"

i love Shachi's voice

i like the new eye catchers theyre fun

the chumby gatormobile (Wany)

Zoro letting Usopp puppet him. like he just goes along with it

Nami sleeping on the sheep (shes so pretty in the purple/blue? dress)

STOP LICKING HIM WANDA??

theyre all happy to see luffy the most they love their captain

Sanji :(

Zoro noticing Nami get upset at the mention of Sanji

(god WCI is going to fucking HURT)

((like im already crying, Sanji has been one of my favourites since the beginning, i know some what what happens in it but GOD its nothing like the real thing yknow? the same with when Ace died, i knee it was coming but it hurt like hell))

BROOK MY BELOVED

they keep apologising for Sanji, my chest hurts

Brook with his hand on Luffys shoulder, hes a dad

the dog minks going after Brook cos hes bones LEAVE HIM ALONE and the straw hats just letting it happen

(side note sanji with his shirt/jacket over his shoulders hes SO HOT)

i love getting to watch Brook actually fight, hes so cool

them using Ceaser to carry the canon balls wheeze

"shippy" (sadly)

god Sanji

HEART PIRATES REUNION

Law holding up Bepo (his lil smile) hes so happy seeing his crew again

Luffy making the bridge jump usopp telling him to read the room

"Luffy dont talk about the samurai" "wheres the ninja our SAMURAI FRIEND KINEMON wanted to see" youre such an idiot Luffy i love you

Shishilian <3

Dogstorm big and him falling asleep mid convo about Shanks

Pekoms crying over his family and changing his hatred for the straw hats to Nack and beast pirates wheeze

Ceaser is v cute, i like him a lot (i like his cunty leotard and eyeliner)

i wonder if Sanji *knew* that this ends up the way it does (ep 762, idk if its confirmed after this, thats where i am while writing it), the looks he keeps giving makes me think he does, does he know that this will lead back to Germa 66 and his family?

POOR PEKOMS WTF BEGE

"Sanji gets a startling invitation" aAA

do you ever think about the dudes in Bege and like, do you wonder what they thought the first time around getting inside this dude?

"i can kick your lumpy ass anytime"

Ceaser is a girlfailure

"i imagine youd have to slice through his abandon" thank you robin

do they never show us haow to get in the castle castle fruit, thats what i wanna know, thats freaky as hell

oh Sanji has gotta know right hes so angry

OOO VINSMOKE MENTION FINALLY

oh god this is really gonna hurt

he looks so disgusted at the invitation poor dude

Brook knows about the Vinsmokes?

they all love their captain so much

poor Sanji

(he is so handsome though)

WHAT DID VITO SAY TO HIM

two smokers staring each other down across a long table

sanji my poor self sacrificing boy

pain

SANJI HUGGING THEM ONLY TO THROW THEM OUT

this is going to hurt so much

Zoro stop being a little bitch

(hes not really but like cmon yknow, you can just be honest that youre worried)

Luffys lil tongue licking his sting

i love whenever Brook gets to sing it always slaps and i just love him

master cat viper(tm) the song slaps idc what anyone says

the raindeer/deer mink chopper falls in love with for like 30 seconds

"youre worried about Sanji too, huh?" Luffy knows his crew like the back of his hands

the heart pirates posing for Luffy

"not cool not cool not cool" you tell him

"we're not friends we're strategic allies" oh law youre already in too deep

cat viper is garfield?

Brook, Franky and Robin trying to guess what the drawing was

Kin'emon and Kanjuro share one braincell

FUCKING SHISHILIAN WHEEZE whyd he scream!! cmon man!!!

dogstorm and cat viper (enemies to friends to lovers 80k words)

the minks letting their city fall for their friends sobbing

the soft soft music

HES HAD A BACK TAT THIS WHOLE TIME?

lord momonosuke wild

"nin nin NINJA"

theyre so sad its not the ninja they wanted

(more and more talk of wano, so fucking close)

((123 EPISODES UNTIL WANO))

Luffys frowny face

LAW GETTING EXCITED ABOUT THE NINJA

theyre menacing Raizo poor man

"so, no shadow clowns?" sobs Law i love you hes so fucking excited when Raizo does it

theyre all so happy about it

"THERES FOUR LAUGH TALES THATS CRAZY" "YOU IDIOT JUST LET THE DOG TALK"

"shes SUPEERRR" frobin stans rise

feral for Rayleigh that man is SO hot i shouldnt be allowed near him (also Roger. actually worse with Roger, tumblr would delete me if i said anything)

hes gonna say no

INKNEW IT

overtaken getting louder in the background god i love the music of op

"straw hat you shouldve run this be me first" "but its cool right?" "well yeah but"

AWW KANJURO DOING THE FRANKT POSE

they fist pump for the alliance

"do we need the ninja part?" "OH COURSE WE DO"

"us being allies means we're best friends"

Zoro is so jealous of his captain praising Sanji

the beast pirates planning on killing Zunesha makes me think, what is zous plan when Zunesha died?

MARCO

Luffy being like who the fuck is marco? "he looks like a pineapple" OH THAT GUY

"dinner time dinner time dinner time dinner time"

"captain could you bring back a poneglyph rubbing pretty please" "THAT WAS SO CUTE" youre right usopp it was

love Luffy being a special little guy

Pedros tail LONG

YOOOOOOO BEAT THEIR ASS ZUNESHA

Zoro getting lost and Law making fun of him

new clima tact lets gO

starting to see some,,, odd art choices

and just like that no more Zou

WHOLE CAKE ISLAND HERE I COME

VIVI??

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heartbeat (part 1)

please find the other parts via my masterlist or the #sh0ek0 tag, I'm having some trouble with my posts not showing up in the tags and I think the links are messing this up

genre: angst, smut, dark content, kinda all over the place content warning: 18+ !MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! mentions of alcohol and drug use, smoking cigarettes, name calling, Maddy x Nate kinda love (Euphoria), toxic relationship, violence, emotional abuse, implied sexual violence (kinda?), fingering, choking, rough!megumi, slapping, prob more but I am new where is my guide to this?? pairing: Megumi x Reader (lil bit of Choso x Reader) word count: about 6.2k

summary: Megumi was the perfect boyfriend - until he wasn’t so perfect anymore. When you both met he became so obsessed with you but his obsession quickly turned into possessiveness. You were his. After you suspected him of being unfaithful to you for the first time your change in behavior caused him to act up and he began beating up every guy that even dared to look at you. That was your little game, you flirted with every guy that crossed your path to get his attention and he protected what belonged to him. Your toxic relationship fueled the both of you until someday, out of nowhere, he left you on your own.

recommended songs: Fallin Out Of Love With You - Montell Fish / NEW MAGIC WAND - Tyler, The Creator / Heartbeat - Childish Gambino / Still Don't Know My Name - Labrinth

(I have a very specific outfit in mind so here you go)

With a cigarette resting between your slightly parted lips you're sitting on the sill of the open window in your dorm room. Your eyes wander as you take a drag, the cigarette now between your fingers. A soft sigh leaves your mouth and your gaze falls on the bottle of wine and the box of frozen pizza on the table in front of your small kitchen unit. While the bottle of red wine actually has a bigger chance of being your dinner than the actual food next to it, you do consider just going to bed without having either of it. You are just so tired and you know that not even alcohol can mend the numb feeling in your chest.

A cold breeze from outside sends shivers to your spine so you mindlessly grab the big black hoodie laying on the table next to your dinner. You put away the cigarette so you can slip into the soft piece of clothing. As the smell of the dark fabric hits you, you have to swallow and close your eyes for a moment. Before you allow yourself to get lost in your thoughts you pick the cigarette back up to finish it.

"Fuck." you curse under your breath after trying to light it for the sixth or seventh time. You were about to throw the lighter away and call it a night when finally you could see the flame lighting up. You hold the black ashy end of your cigarette to the fire, immediately taking a deep drag and blowing out the smoke right away. 

"I should really buy a new lighter." you mutter while taking another drag. Or you could just quit smoking altogether.

Eyes closed, head resting against the window frame you're taking in the familiar smell of the hoodie mixed with smoke and your mind wanders off to its original owner. You can make out messy black strands of hair and pale skin before your inner eye, a cold expression directed at you. You can almost feel his hands touching your face, your hair, your body. His deep, raspy voice whispering sweet nothings while you're like wax in his hands, lying in his embrace.

How much you still loved him. Even though he was so cold and distant and hurtful at times you knew he just acted that way because you came too close. It probably was your fault, you pressured him too much. You asked too much of him. You hurt him. You were so needy and your behavior towards him was so disrespectful. You gave him no other choice and somehow you still miss the toxic mess the two of you had.

"Ouch!" you wince and shake your right hand, throwing the cigarette out of the window. You forgot about  it resting between your fingers and it burned all the way down, leaving a small burn mark between your index and your middle finger. Rubbing the burned skin you slid off the window sill, close the window and shuffle over to the kitchen table. 

While you opened the bottle of wine and filled up the only glass left in the cabinet, you saw your phone light up with a notification and then another. You knew there were several parties going on tonight, Nobara kept rambling about them during classes earlier today. You honestly did not care much about going out lately, maybe because you were crying yourself to sleep almost every night. 

It always started with a bottle of wine that you drank alone in your dark dorm room, listening to the same songs over and over again but it seemed like someone wanted to keep you from this fate tonight.

NOBARA: "I'll be there in five so empty that bottle fast and get ready." 

She knew you so well.

ITADORI: "I rly hpoe you and Kugisaki get your sexxy asses over here soon choso snd me bought waaay to much booze." 

Someone was very drunk already.

You take a look at the glass you just filled up to the top and then read Nobara's text again. You shrug and do as you were told, putting the half-empty bottle back into the cabinet. Why waste your own alcohol when you seemingly have no other choice than going out to that house party with Nobara and getting drunk there anyway. Like Yuji said: They bought way too much booze and you should be a good friend and help them out.

Y/N: "Dw babe your fav girls are on their way." you texted Yuji back.

There's a knock at the door just as you're putting on your mascara. You flinch and almost poke yourself in the eye with the brush. Hell, usually you're not so easily startled. Seems like you're afraid of who you might bump into tonight.

"How are you still not ready y/n?" 

A tiny woman with auburn hair and a skimpy little blue dress and color-coordinated heels storms in and examines you from head to toe. 

"You just texted me five minutes ago and I read that text probably one minute ago." you remark in a calm voice. Nobara huffs and disappears into Maki's and your shared bedroom. Speaking of Maki you remember that you have not really an idea where your roommate is right now - hopefully already taking shots with Yuta and Toge. 

You look into the big mirror right next to the door with parted lips and smudge the mascara along your lower lash line, then you draw an eyeliner and finally brush through your brows. Just as you were about to apply some lipgloss you can make out Nobara from the corner of your eyes. She pulled your favorite dress out for you and now stands behind you as she presents it with a big grin on her lips. 

"This will make him want to die. I want him to want to die." she says in anticipation. 

The black halter neck dress in her hands reaches just above your ass. It is so tight that it hugs your curves perfectly and it has a drop-shaped cut-out in the area of your cleavage. From behind it is completely backless and it has long, tight arm warmers, which only left your shoulders bare, to go with it.

You roll your eyes and yank the dress from her hands, slipping out of your shorts and the oversized hoodie in front of her. You don't care that you're only wearing panties - it's just Nobara. Your best friend. You put on the dress and turn back to the mirror. Hearing Nobara pour herself a glass of wine you decide to slick back your hair with a black stretch-comb hairband. Finally looking at yourself with a satisfied expression you slip into your heels and grab your little purse from the coffee table.

"Hurry up now." you tease and put on your big silver hoops. You look like the perfect mix of slutty and utterly seductive - just the way you love it. You send Nobara a smirk and she downs the glass of wine, grabbing her phone and keys from the table where she put them earlier. "Let's go then." She sounds just so excited and it really makes you wonder how the night is going to turn out.

*** You could hear loud music blaring and people shouting through the closed front door of Yuji’s and Choso's shared flat. You frantically fix your outfit and notice how sweaty your hands are - seems like you really are nervous. Nobara turns to you and gives you an encouraging look which you return with a pained smile. You wipe your hands on the velvet fabric of your dress before Nobara takes your hand in hers and squeezes it gently.

"Here we go." she sighs when suddenly the door flies open and a seemingly drunk Yuji tumbles towards you two.

"Hey! Wow look at you guys. What a sight for sore eyes." he slurs with excitement in his eyes and waves you in while looking you both up and down. As his gaze lingers a second too long Nobara pushes past him and pinches his ear. 

"Shut up you weirdo." she says and glares at him.

"Ouch- What the fuck Nobara I literally just said that you two look pretty." Yuji defends himself and rubs his ear. 

You laugh at the two who continue to bicker with each other.

"Thanks Yuji." You say sweetly and the pink-haired boy pulls you into a big hug. 

"How are you huh?" he asks, looking down at you. His voice still sounds quite drunk but now a little bit more concerned. 

You dodge his question and look around the apartment instead. The air is heavy and heaves with the smell of booze, weed and cigarette smoke. Music blasts from several speakers and you feel the bass pounding hard in your chest. There really are a lot of people in here, quite a lot of your friends and also many people you don’t know. Most people seem to be college students like yourself but there were a few older guys standing around a table and taking shots. Probably some of Gojo’s friends, he somehow always sneaked himself into Itadori’s and Choso’s parties. Speaking of him - you spotted him with a bottle of Tequila in hand with Geto close behind him. Geto waved at you from afar, you smiled at him and sent him a heart that you formed with your index and middle fingers. Doing this gesture you remembered your little accident from earlier and notice that the burnt skin on your finger still stung.

"Guess the guest situation has gotten a little bit out of hand." Yuji says, as if he has read your mind.

"Mhm," you answer "hey Yuji do you have a band-aid or something?" You turn to him and he looks at you a little confused. 

"Uhhh 'course" he says and motions for you to follow him. He leads you to the small bathroom near the front door and closes the door behind you two. 

Yuji rummages in a small cabinet under the bathroom mirror and finally takes something out of it. You wordlessly hold your finger out to him and he just as silently removes the protective tape and sticks the band-aid over the injured spot on your knuckle. 

"All done." he mutters and squeezes your hand, just like Nobara did before. You smile at him.

"Y/N are you -  I mean how are you-" he struggles to find the right words. 

"You seem to be sobering up quite a bit, let’s do something about that." you’re cutting him off and take his hand, leading him out of the door and towards the kitchen. Coming out of the small bathroom you don’t really pay attention to the people around you or how you might look holding hands with one of your closest friends. Honestly, you don’t care. 

Entering the kitchen you can see Maki, Yuta and Toge chatting and signing by the kitchen counter. Your roommate is sitting on the counter, Toge and Yuta to the left and right of her. Nobara and you really showed up here a few hours late, everyone was already either drunk or high on other substances. You greet them  excitedly and walk over to them.

"Honestly? I didn't expect you to show up here. I'm so glad to see you not in your pajamas for once!" Maki  yelled in excitement, throwing her arms around your neck. She smelled of booze and cigarettes. Toge poured two shots for you and Yuji and put them in front of you.

"Ya’ need to catch up." Yuta states and motions for you to take the shot. Yuji has his hand on your lower back as the two of you look at each other, grinning and downing the vodka shot simultaneously. You grimace and chat with your friends for a moment, not noticing that Yuji has left your side. Toge also disappeared for as second and came back shortly after with rolling papers and a grinder in his hands. You take it as a sign and excuse yourself to leave the kitchen. 

You look around the apartment again and see Choso sitting on the couch not far away with both arms wrapped around two different girls, holding a blunt in his right hand. Nobara was deep in conversation with some guy you have never seen before, standing near the roof terrace door and drinking from a red plastic cup. She threw her head back exaggeratedly, laughing at something he said. You grin and turn back around where you spot Yuji who hands you a cup as well. Vodka soda - he knew your drinking habits. 

"Thank you babe." you wink at him and he blushes, looking away for a brief moment. He shuffles a bit and looks down at you. 

"Y/N he might be here somewhere I don’t know if you w-" he stutters.

"Yuji I really don’t fucking care where he is or what he does." you snap at him and roll your eyes, immediately regretting your tone. "We are not together anymore." you add quietly. Yuji nods.

Not only was that a lie - you did care a lot. But also Yuji had nothing to do with all of this, it was not his fault and you shouldn’t treat him like that. All he ever did was being kind to you and taking care of you, like the good friend he was. 

You can still remember that one time he picked you up off the floor as you sat in front of the locked door of Megumi's dorm room, a few days before you two broke up. You were sure he was inside his room fucking someone else. You cried and screamed as you pounded against Yuji's back, but he carried you back to your room and put you to bed while him and Maki made sure you wouldn’t leave again or hurt yourself out of desperation. 

Another time, right after you and Megumi broke up, he found you stumbling around campus at two in the morning. It was raining heavily and you were completely soaked, a bottle of Tequila in your right hand and both of your high heels in the other. A group of guys were already following you for a while and god knows what would’ve happened if he did not see you out there by coincidence. He took you home with him, let you take a shower and sleep in his bed while he spend the night on the couch.

He really cared about you.

You chug the drink in your hand and shove the cup back into Yuji’s hands before making your way over to the couch. You couldn't stand this conversation right now. Choso was still sitting there slumped over with barely open, dark red eyes. The girl to his left had already disappeared but the other one kissed his neck, leaving lipstick stains on his pale skin. Her hand rested on his thigh, slowly moving upwards towards his crotch. You snatch the joint from his hand and take a deep drag while you drop down on the opposite end of the couch and cross your legs. 

"Y/N!" a deep voice slurs out your name, his tired eyes suddenly beaming when he sees you. The girl flinches at his reaction and turns around, looking at you in irritation, her eyes then widen for some reason. She frowns and looks back at Choso, but his attention was already on you only. The girl mumbles something inaudible, stands up and adjusts her tiny skirt before disappearing towards the roof terrace. 

"I was hoping you'd show up eventually." Choso grins at you as you take another deep drag from his blunt when suddenly he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him - the fast movement, the alcohol and the drugs, that slowly but steady went to your head, making you feel dizzy.

"Easy," you say giggling "guess you really missed me, huh?" You look up at him with a smirk on your lips. The weed had already wrapped you in thick layers of cotton and everything felt so much slower and fuzzier. Choso had his dark hair wrapped into two messy buns, like he always did. His dark eyes watched your every movement. He looked so handsome, completely smoked out and spread out with his arms around you. 

"Well, look at yourself." He took the joint from you and put it between his soft lips, smoking a bit. You watched him taking a deep drag and french-inhaling it immediately after. That view really did something to you and as he lowered his mouth right to your ear it sent shivers down your spine.

"How could I not look forward to seeing you," he breathed into your ear, his lips practically on your skin "I want to eat you up right here and now." his voice was so raspy from all the smoking and it made you swallow, hard. You look into his pitch-black eyes and then down at his lips before catching yourself and meeting his gaze again. You laugh and shake your head, leaning back and throwing your legs over his lap before stealing the blunt from his hands.

"Oh, I'm not stopping you from anything." You take another hit and give it back to him. He takes the joint and puts it out without taking his eyes off of you. All of a sudden you feel Choso’s lips on your neck, sucking on your soft skin while his left hand caresses your thigh, slipping under the hem of your dress and slowly moving upwards.

You can feel the blood rushing through your body. Your face feels so hot while your head is still all dizzy from smoking. It sure was good stuff, you did not even need much of it. Choso’s lips wander up your neck and you can feel your pulse hammering against your skin. He is kissing and sucking his way up to your jaw, before grabbing it kinda rough and turning your face towards him.

"Choso-" you pant, biting your lip. Your arms were already wrapped around his neck and just as you were about to close the distance between your mouths, longing to finally kiss him, you perceived something out of the corner of your eye. Lost in thought, your gaze wanders over to the open door of the roof terrace.

And your heart stopped.

There he was. He stood in the doorway. A tall, slender, shadowy figure. Jet-black hair that fell into his face. Choso, hand still on your chin, did not even realize what was happening right now.

Megumi’s blank stare and his hands that were already clenched into fists triggered your fight-or-flight reflex. Deep down you already knew what was about to happen and suddenly you were completely sober.

Your pulse rises and your blood freezes as you meet his gaze and see him move towards the two of you with lightning speed.

"Megumi!" you hear Yuji shout as he suddenly pushes himself between you and Choso. He shoves you aside and you stumble backwards into Maki's arms, who is now right behind you. Yuta and Toge were both standing not far away from you while more and more people gathered around the scene that was about to unfold.

"Yuji get the fuck away from me." Megumi growls, his deep voice filled with anger. He pushes Yuji away from him, Yuji loses his balance and falls over the back of the couch. As quickly as you can you rush over to him and try to get him up, while your heart is hammering so fast that it threatens to jump out of your chest.

Megumi grabs Choso by the shoulders and pulls him towards him before smashing his fist into his face at full force. Choso goes straight to the ground, but Megumi grabs him by the collar and straightens him up so that he is standing upright in front of him again. His fist lands in his face a second time and Choso goes down for good, this time Megumi follows and hovers over him while slamming his fists into Choso’s head over and over again. 

You can hear people screaming around you while you’re just frozen in place. You knew he would react that way. When you saw his stare earlier, you knew what was going to happen. That's how it always went down. He always reacted like this. You knew his facial expressions, his body language. 

Even if he had decided to leave, you still belonged to him. You were his. 

***

"Megumi stop, you're hurting me." you coughed, trembling. He pressed you into the mattress of your bed and held you in place with his body weight. Tears streamed down your cheek while Megumi's hands closed around your neck, squeezing tight. Your throat ached and you tried to swallow to relieve the pain, which only made you choke on your own spit. You tried to fight your way free, your hands clawing at his, but it was useless. He was just too strong and your fighting only made him tighten his grip even more. Just when your eyes slowly rolled to the back of your head and you were about to lose consciousness you finally felt the pressure on your neck ease. You frantically gasped for air and couldn't stop sobbing while your boyfriend soothingly caressed your cheek.

"You're so pathetic Y/N." you heard him whisper, his voice sounded so vile and so calm at the same time. You were still crying and your whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Now look at you. You think you can replace me, don't you? You think you can just get rid of me. You think you can just decide that on your own and not deal with the consequences." Megumi’s voice sounded so calm that it was just downright creepy. He was totally out of his mind. "So fucking pathetic." he degraded you again.  

How had he even gotten in here? You texted him that morning that it was all getting too much for you. His behavior towards you, his impulsiveness and his aggressiveness that not only you had to endure, but everyone else around him. You did not get an answer from him and your lecture that day had dragged on endlessly. After class you went straight to the gym and you were so exhausted and tired when you arrived home that you just threw your things in the corner and immediately jumped in the shower. Your hair was loosely wrapped into a towel and you were only wearing a pair of panties as you entered the bedroom. Being so worn out you didn't even notice the shadowy figure standing in the corner next to your closet.

Just as you were about to lie down on your bed, someone wrapped his arms around your waist and put his hand over your mouth. Adrenaline shot through your veins and you tried to scream, desperately trying to wriggle out of the tight grip, but you were overpowered and pushed onto the bed. As the dark figure turned you towards him you suddenly found yourself staring at your boyfriend's face. He had pulled the hood of his sweater deep into his face and his black hair hid some of his features, but it was definitely him.

"You are such a goddamn fucking slut, Y/N. Who were you with, huh?" he spat at you and you still couldn’t stop crying. Your throat hurt so much, it had to be all bruised up by now. 

"M-Megs I 'was n-nn-nowhere I promise I just went to the gym after m-" you sobbed. Your cheeks were red and burning hot, your heart was beating so fast. You just wanted to get out of this situation, put some clothes on and just go to sleep. You needed to wake up from this nightmare but he wouldn’t let you. 

"I don’t believe you." he said in a calm voice. His left hand was still loosely wrapped around your neck and he used the other one to support himself. "You’re lying to me." 

You were exposed, almost completely naked and scared to the bone. "M-Megumi p-please I am not lying to you I prom-" you whispered but your sobs swallowed the words that tried to come out of your mouth. 

The black-haired man hovered over your stiff body, the hand that was just gripping your throat slowly moved down, caressing your collarbone and breasts while long, slender fingers circled your nipples. You gasp but his hands already moved over to your waist and down to your hips. His fingers hooked into your panties, trying to pull them down before he paused for a second. You tried to catch your breath . "P-Please 'Gumi I am sorry for that text I promise I-" you cry and close your eyes. 

"Take them off." Megumi ordered and you opened your eyes to look at him. Silently crying you shook your head, barely visible, while your gaze never left his. He lowered his head down to your ear and opened his mouth slightly.

"That wasn't a request." he cooed and pulled back for a moment. He grabbed your panties with both hands and almost ripped them while pulling them down and throwing them to the side. You flinched, now completely exposed, crying and trembling. Your whole body was shaking with fear and yet - there still was something else. 

Megumi pulled the black hoodie he was wearing over his head and carelessly threw it into the corner of your room. You were just lying there watching him admire your naked body. His eyes lit up before he leaned down to you again and started kissing your neck, softly humming against your skin. Your thighs clenched at him sucking and biting on your neck and his hands all over your body made you slick with arousal. Your heart pounded against your chest and you closed your eyes for a moment, a small moan escaping your lips.

"You really have enough of me, don’t you?" his deep voice teased you while his fingers were circling and pinching your nipples. You squirm under his touch and look up at him, your still wet hair already soaked your mattress. The cold, wet fabric made you shiver and your nipples got even harder. "You want me to stop, huh? You don’t want this?" he asked, not waiting for his question to get answered. He smirked at your body's reaction to him and leaned back for a moment. You arched your back to try to close the distance between you and him, longing to feel his warmth and his hands on your skin again. 

"So fucking needy," he groaned "You love being such a good little slut for me." When everything he did was degrade you all the time, you soaked up every little word of praise you could get out of him. So you nodded eagerly at his statement and blinked at him through tear-soaked eyelashes. "I-I will do anything you w-want me to," you whisper "I’m yours." you add, almost too quiet to hear. 

Not even five minutes ago you were scared to death while he stared down at you, squeezing your throat so tight that you were certain he was going to kill you. And now your head was blank. You should be scared, trying to get out of this situation, but instead you hoped he wouldn't ever stop doing what he was doing

You gasped audibly when all of a sudden you felt his hands roughly spreading your legs apart and his long fingers pressing into your wet cunt. "Fuck- Megumi don’t stop- please-" you moan while two long digits kept pumping in and out of you. You closed your eyes and threw your head back in pleasure, loud moans begging him to keep going. 

"Look at me." his growled command snapped you back to reality and you do as you’re told. Steel blue eyes met yours, his gaze full of lust and adoration. His thumb circling your clit made you cry out in pleasure and  finally Megumi crashed his lips onto yours, closing the distance between your bodies. 

Your pussy started clenching around his fingers, his thumb still drawing harsh circles on your clit. He licked his lips as he watched you pant and play with your nipples. "Fuck, please 'Gumi please-" you moan, his fingers fucking into you just right, stretching your walls open and hitting all the good spots.

"'Please' what?" he groaned, completely indulging in your pleasure. You heard the clink of Megumi’s belt meeting the floor as he took his pants of hastily, already in anticipation of what you’re begging him for. He leaned down to you, his eyes fixated on yours. 

"Please fuck me already." you moaned with a devilish smile on your lips and with that Megumi lost it. Pulling his fingers out of your pussy and leaving your dripping hole clenching around nothing he grabbed your hips. "Turn around" he growled before already manhandling you himself, bringing you to your hands and knees and pulling your ass up to meet his crotch. You could feel his hard cock bulging through his briefs, your sopping pussy dampening the fabric. He got rid of his underwear with a quick hand motion and his dick sprung free, slapping hard against your bare ass. You wiggled a bit as he tried to position himself at your entry, causing him to groan in annoyance. 

"Fucking hold still." he spat, grabbing your still wet hair and roughly pushing your head into the mattress. Your scalp hurt while he held your hair in his fist and pulled it, the other hand tried to push the leaking tip of his dick into your clenching hole. As soon as he brought himself into position he rested his hand on your lower back, falling forward a bit and bottoming out with a rough slam of his hips against your ass. He did not even wait for one second before he started grinding into you at a harsh pace. 

You wanted to scream but instead you could only let out a muffled moan, your face still pressed into the mattress. "Oh," you whimper "Fuck, Megs - feels so good." you cry, tears forming in your eyes. Your scalp felt like it was on fire as Megumi pulled you up to him by your hair, your back meeting his chest. He then let go of you and wrapped one arm around your waist, his other hand rested on your hip. 

Megumi pounded into you relentlessly while your thighs started shaking and the moans that escaped your lips became louder and louder. You were practically screaming. "Shit I- Fuck, ’s too much- so big-" you brabble, eyes closed while he breathed into your ear, groaning with every deep thrust. The hand that rested on your hips moved down to your wet heat. Your pussy started fluttering around his dick as his thumb met your clit once again, rubbing frantically, making you cry out in ecstasy. 

"Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight- look at you taking this dick so good, baby," he praised, his rough pace made Megumi pant out the words, he tried to catch his breath but he only got lost in his own moans. "Fuck- such a good girl for me. Such a fucking dirty little whore." His words alone were almost enough to bring you over the edge. 

"P-Please, I’m gonna-" you whimpered and closed your eyes because it just was all too much. His thick cock pounded into you at such a deliciously fast pace it made you lose your mind. You felt your orgasm approach when suddenly Megumi pushed you away from him, your face meeting the mattress again. He slapped your ass so hard you were sure it would leave a mark. You cried out as both of his big hands grabbed your hips and he completely bottomed out a few times, slamming his cock deep into your trembling cunt. "Shit- I’m gonna- gonna- fuck," your loud moans filled the room and as his thrusts became sloppier you came, pussy creaming around his dick, a white ring forming at his shaft.

"Fuck, Baby, keep squeezing me so tight." Megumi groaned, your fluttering cunt clenching around his girth. As his hips started shaking you felt him getting sloppier with each thrust. You looked back at him over your shoulder and heard a deep moan before you sent him over the edge and he came inside of you. 

He breathed hard and paused for a brief moment before he pulled out and let himself crash onto your body. With you now laying on your back he crawled up to you and layed his head down on your chest, still trying to catch his breath. You pulled his body towards you and stroked his back soothingly, brushing through his hair with your other hand.

"I love you," you whispered quietly "I love you." Megumi still didn’t say a word as he raised his head to look up at your face. Your eyes met and he leaned in to pull you into a deep kiss that made you gasp for air once again. When your lips finally parted, your eyes met again and you felt like an addict. What did he do to you? 

"Don’t ever try leaving me again," he said. His gaze was completely cold, you had no chance of interpreting it. "I love you." he adds quietly.

"I am only yours." you whispered in a shaky voice, stroking his cheek. You finally felt every muscle in his body relax and he laid his head back on your chest.

"Only mine." he repeats quietly and you continued stroking his cheek, soothing him by drawing circles on his back with your other hand and already thinking about excuses to tell your friends about the bruises on your neck.

After all this time, you were able to convince your head, but your body was still shaking. You were utterly terrified and so addicted to him that you were unable to get yourself out of this. 

*** 

You snap back to reality when suddenly someone attacked Megumi from behind and pulled him off of Choso, slamming him to the ground, hard.

You can spot pink hair and realize that it is Yuji.

"You fucking son of a bitch," Megumi panted, voice filled with rage "I saw you two coming out of that bathroom earlier, fucking get away from me." he spat and freed himself, throwing yet another punch at his best friends jaw.

Yuji dodged his punch and pressed his arm to Megumi's throat to hold him still. He didn't answer him but his look was so full of anger and disappointment. They were best friends for so long and Yuji would never even think of making a move on you. 

You looked over at the two of them, Maki was at your side again holding you close. Nobara was also standing next to you and out of the corner of your eye you saw Gojo and Geto hurrying over. Geto grabbed Yuji and pulled him off of Megumi, while Gojo pulled Megumi back to his feet and threw him towards the glass door.

"What the hell man, what the actual fuck’s wrong with you?" the white haired man spat at him "Get the fuck out of here." he growled and shoved Megumi outside, following him shortly after. You’ve never seen Gojo this angry.

Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Is everything okay, man?" you heard Geto ask Yuji. 

"Yeah I’m fine." he replied through clenched teeth.

Your vision became blurry while Nobara tried to soothe you by stroking your back. Maki held you tight in her arms. 

You give Yuji an apologetic look, but he looks past you, over to Maki. You feel her nod and hold you even tighter. 

"Let's go home, Y/N." she says softly, and you realize what's going on. 

"Let go of me." you say, stopping as she tries to move you towards the door. 

"Listen, this is not a good idea. Let's just go home." Maki responds firmly.

Nobara looks from you over to Maki and back to you. Yuta and Toge exchange glances with each other as well, and you suddenly realize how often your friends must have had conversations about you when you weren't around. 

"I have to-" you mumble, unsure what to say next. "I-I…get the hell off me, Maki" you say, now very upset, and tear yourself free of her grip.

The people around you had already dispersed. Yuji and Geto were taking care of Choso and the party was in full swing again, as if nothing ever happened. Thankfully, no one was interested in you anymore but between you and your friends, the world seemed to have stopped.  You looked from Yuji to Nobara and Maki, then over to Toge and Yuta. Your look was full of guilt and also full of shame. You wanted to say so much and instead you just turn around and walk away from your friends, towards the roof terrace. You‘re shaking while tears streamed down your face.

You had to make sure Megumi was okay.

**important note ** honestly, this is my very first piece of writing I ever published on some kind of platform. I always LOVED reading fics and all kinds of writing on here and all of you guys are just so talented. I have a habit of talking myself down and making myself small so want to try and keep it to a minimum. You have literally no idea how much I already wrote and deleted in a fit of hating myself so I hope you like this. English is not my native language and I KNOW I really have to improve in quality and grammar and overall use prettier words but I am trying and I hope I can improve my writing rather fast. I would love your feedback and maybe some advice if u have any. What really made me pull my shit together is some post I saw on here about how writing is supposed to be fun and that it doesn't matter if its good or bad and that Tumblr really just is a place to express yourself and yeah I really liked that so now you had to endure this I am deeply sorry

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

-

YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

-

Hope you enjoyed!

[frogtanii]

“...suna?”

the heartbreak in osamu’s voice was clear to everyone in the room, but most of all to his brother.

though they hadn’t been close in such a long time, atsumu believed he would never forget his twin’s idiosyncrasies and the meaning underlying his words, no matter how far they drifted.

most of the members were likely to conclude that osamu’s heartbreak was coming from meiko’s obvious betrayal but atsumu knew better. meiko was a part of it, yes, but suna had been stuck by the twins’ side since birth and that was a bond that went deeper than any temporary girlfriend.

as much as he didn’t want to admit it, that hurt. the fact that osamu showed blatant pain from suna’s dramatic reveal but hadn’t shown an ounce of care as atsumu floated further and further away, stung.

they were brothers but they were also twins. they were supposed to stick together no matter what and yet...

a large, warm hand was placed on his shoulder while a smaller one weaved its way into his. when he finally took a moment to glance to his sides, he found sakusa giving him an encouraging tilt of the head and you, his angel, holding his hand tight.

you had no idea how much you meant to him, how deep his care for you ran. you didn’t know how just your presence alone soothed him in his darkest moments. how, since meeting you, he slept well at night with your face floating through his thoughts and dreams. how he hoped and prayed that you would eventually reciprocate his feelings one day.

if you’d heard his thoughts, you would absolutely call him a sap and he wouldn’t disagree. after all, it was you who made him that way.

“-ou told me you broke up with them, meiko. what, what the fuck is this? you’re dating osamu?” suna’s irritated voice jolted atsumu from his simping sappy mind and back into the present.

suna was squared up with meiko who seemed to be just as furious, while osamu stood behind the two of them at the island in shock.

“you knew what you were getting into suna, don’t fucking lie!” her manicured hands found their way to his chest before shoving him back into the living room. hard.

in an instant, yachi was standing in front of meiko with a righteous fury burning in her eyes. “go the fuck to your room. now. everyone else, you too. i have some calls to make.”

the authority in her voice had everyone scrambling, you wrapping atsumu up into your arms one final time before heading off with kenma and oikawa. suna shot the twins an apologetic smile while trailing behind their livid manager to her office.

in only a few moments, the room was empty, leaving the brothers alone in a stifled silence.

after a minute, atsumu finally opened his mouth to speak. “so. meiko, huh?” the attempt at conversation was absolutely pitiful but it managed to make the both of them laugh despite the heaviness in the atmosphere.

the lightheartedness left almost as soon as it appeared, the pair falling back into a contemplative quiet. “i- ya promised nothing would come between us,” atsumu whispered, his eyes growing glassy, against his best efforts. “what happened?”

osamu didn’t have an answer to that. he was meant to be the older twin and while that shouldn’t hold that much weight, it did.

he would never forget the day he’d given atsumu his word, the memory holding firm in his mind as though it happened yesterday.

the two of them had been so excited for their first official summer camp at the ripe age of 7 years old, happy to spend time away from their grandmother in, what they believed to be, an extended sleepover.

atsumu was bouncing off the walls with enthusiasm while osamu had been more reserved, determined to take care of his younger twin just as his grandma told him to.

after the first day of camp went by so swimmingly, osamu was starting to think he wasn’t even needed by his brother, especially after seeing him at lunch surrounded by girls and boys both fawning over him. atsumu was doing just fine on his own it seemed and there was no reason for him to stick around.

that all changed that night when osamu heard atsumu yelling for him from his bunk. the older twin raced over and climbed up into his brother’s bed, holding him close as he cried from the thunder booming outside their cabin window.

“nothing will get in between us tsumu,” osamu had murmured while rocking atsumu back and forth, “not the wind, not the rain, nothing.”

after that, their relationship was stronger than ever, the twins coming to one another for any and everything. their trust had grown so solid that osamu’s promise continued to hold true throughout the years, to the point where one was rarely seen without the other.

somehow, though, that trust had been broken in an instant, just because of one woman and it, for lack of a better word, sucked.

“i care about ya samu, ya know i do, but i can’t let ya mistreat or disrespect my best friend like that anymore. i love ya and i love her too. don’t make me choose,” atsumu before moving towards the stairs, his eyes never leaving his brother.

osamu was frozen in place, the image of atsumu that he’d painted with the help of meiko washing away to reveal his independent, assertive, kind, and caring brother whom he’d entirely lost sight of.

he couldn’t even imagine what atsumu saw when he looked at him—he didn’t think he wanted to know. all he did know was that he was no longer worthy of the title older brother, and he hadn’t been for a long time. osamu needed to become someone his brother could look up to again, someone new, someone better.

“i’m so sorry atsumu, i-i can be better,” he resolved, taking a step closer to his twin. atsumu just gave him a sad, worn smile, tiredness and disappointment written all over his face.

“be better osamu. i’ll be waiting.”

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be better

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[boxofbonesfic]

i will be here for all ur future chubby bucky needs bc he makes the world go round 😭😭 as far as the first date with them goes i’m literally ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 he would be so nervous but so endearing and charming and she’d fall for him instantly, but he’s still sore from his last relationship and has a hard time w self love so there’s lots of reassurance and compliments and bucky being a lil flustered and overwhelmed w the attention and just 😭❤️‍🩹 no thoughts head empty; chubby bucky ONLY

seriously if u ever find time/want to delve into chubby bucky more i will be there in a mf FLASH

chubby!Bucky is love, chubby!Bucky is life 🥺

FIRST DATE DRABBLE LETS GOOOOOOOO

he’s all nervous about their first date, can’t even believe she’ll show up.

How’d I fuckin’ get this lucky? Bucky thinks that every time he sees your name in his phone. He can’t believe you agreed to a date in the first place, but he’s not going to jinx his luck. You’re so beautiful, you’re the prettiest damn thing he’s ever seen.

Which is why he’s holding up shirt after shirt in front of the mirror, trying to decide which one you’ll like best. Hell, he’ll be lucky if you even show up at all. He has to have imagined the enthusiastic “Yes!” that left your lips almost before he’d even finished asking you out, with Steve giving him two huge thumbs-up behind your back.

When he finally arrives at the restaurant—thirty minutes early—he waits for you eagerly at the bar. But when his thirty minutes early turn into your thirty minutes late, he finishes the whiskey the bartender gave him out of pity, and stands up. No sense in wasting any more time. You’re clearly not coming, and he shoves down the disappointment. Of course you wouldn’t. He makes for the exit, grabbing his coat, when suddenly—

“Bucky!” You’re panting, your hands on your knees. You look up at him, and he sees sweat gathered at your hairline. “W-wait! I—fuck—train was delayed, stop closed by my house!” you pant. His eyes widen, and he feels disbelief wash away the hurt.

You’d gotten stuck on the train.

Bucky leads you back to the bar, and you apologize again, reaching for his hand. “I didn’t want to miss this.”  His chest tightens again, but this time, it’s for an entirely different reason.

It’s the best date of his life.

He can’t think of anything that would even compare. He takes the train home with you, just to make sure you get there safe, and you let him hold your hand the whole way, his fingers threaded through yours.

“You were in the military?” You ask, cocking your head at him. Your eyes stray to the dog tags still visible under his shirt, and he pulls them out for you to see.

“Yeah, Sergeant.” He doesn’t like to brag about his service, doesn’t really see the valor or the honor in it, he was a scared kid who’d done what he thought he had to—and come home missing an arm for his trouble. But you don’t ever stare at the arm, you don’t ask him about it. It’s just…a part of him you don’t question.

It’s nice.

You let him walk you up to your front door, twirling your har around your finger. “I had a really good time tonight, Bucky.”

“I did too,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with the metal hand. “And, well, I know, maybe its forward of me, but—shit—I was thinking maybe we could, another time I mean—” he can’t stop rambling, staring at the stone awning over your head as his cheeks heat. He’s not prepared for you to wrap your arms around his neck and tug him down to your face. He’s even less prepared when your soft lips brush against his. You’re so warm and soft against him, and then he’s kissing you back.

He pulls you against him with a moan, crushing you to his chest. You let out this little mewl and his knees go weak, but he can’t stop. He doesn’t stop until you’re pressed against your own door, his leg wedged between your own. Bucky comes back to himself then, apologies rising in his throat.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m—I’ll go—” He’s gone too far, there’s no way this is what you intended. He’s already trying to detangle himself from you when you giggle.

“I would love to see you again, Bucky.”