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☆ ┆ SHE'S A LADY AND I'M JUST A LINE WITHOUT A HOOK. ellie williams — ❝ you can hold my hand if no one's home. ❞

CHAPTER 1 : you're a pond & i'm an ocean. trying to excuse yourself from dating rumors you end up saying ellie's name when someone asks you who you like.

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featuring. college!ellie x afab!reader content warning ! loser!ellie x popular!student, reader referred to as she, reader gets paired with a man but shows no interest towards him, ellie being reallyyy a loser, she's also awkward, onesided interest, maybe fluff if you squint and mention of ellie wearing glasses.

❀ omg?? im finally releasing the first chapter for she's a lady frfr? took me long enough but here it is, this first chapter it's pretty simple maybe blank but we're in for a ride. IT'S ALSO PRETTY SHORT BUT I WANTED IT TO BE KIND OF AN INTRODUCTION

It's Monday, the morning is crisp, the sky sharp blue against the red brick buildings of Jackson College, students move in waves, chatting, sipping overpriced coffees to go through the morning, scrolling through their phones. The air hums with conversations about upcoming exams, weekend parties and the latest and juiciest campus gossip. It's the same routine every day— familiar, predictable. Everything has a rhythm.

You move through it effortlessly with iced coffee in your right hand, people greet you left and right, some call your name, other offer just quick nods of acknowledgement if like acknowledging your presence is a necessity, you return them with small gestures, a nod, a polite smile, nothing too personal. Your reputation proceeds you, the one with the grades, the friends, the effortless charm. You're used to being watched but never closely enough for it to matter.

You see your friends waiting near the main hall, where the weekly academic rankings have just been posted and you don't even need to see it to know that your name it's at the top, as always, not that it's a surprise.

Hana, who's been your best friend since freshman year, says, “let's see,” scanning the list closely, “and yep— there she is, of course. God, you're a machine.”

“Or a vampire,” Daniel adds, squinting at you with an inquisitive look, “i swear you don't sleep.”

You roll your eyes, “i sleep.”

“When?”

You don't answer, instead you look at the list again, your gaze flickering over some names below yours, the same handful of students hover in the top five, the rest of the names blurry to you, you don't recognize almost anyone but one further down, really further down catches your attention.

Ellie Williams.

You don't recognize it. A name that stands out but not the right reasons, her ranking is unimpressive, hovering dangerously close to the failing threshold, maybe that's why it sticks out for you, it's uncommon to see names that low when you're used to scanning only the top.

Either way, the thought is fleeting. You move on quickly.

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You think the morning will go by just as it usually does, boring and monotone but it doesn't. You don't even make it to lunch before people are talking, casual whispers between classes, side glances as you walk past. At first you ignore it, you're used to people speculating about your life, attaching stories to you that don't exist.

“She'd be perfect with him.”

“They match, at least academically.”

“She's doesn't date though.”

“But maybe now—”

The looks and curious humming in the background makes you grip your tray harder, trying your best to stay calm and chill. But then you run into him, Aaron Carter. You barely know him beyond the fact that he's one of the few people who can somewhat compete with you academically. He's tall, well dressed, in a dozen clubs and with an air of effortless confidence that makes people gravitate towards him. So obviously people expect you to be interested in someone like him.

You don't dislike him necessarily, but you're also not interested.

“Hey,” Aaron says as he falls into step beside you, trying to match your walk.

You glance at him, “hey.”

He smiles, his perfect white teeth showing, “sooo, interesting rumor going around.”

You contain yourself from rolling your eyes, sighing internally, “let me guess.”

He chuckles, “yeah, apparently we're dating now.”

You scoff, “we're not.”

“I figured,” he tucks his hands into his pockets, “but you know… it wouldn't be the worst thing,” he shrugs.

You stop walking, freezing, “excuse me?”

Aaron smirks like he knows exactly what he's doing, “relax. I'm just saying, people seem to think we'd make a good match. And honestly? they might have a point,” he shrugs.

You furrow your brows, “are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes for real this time, “unbelievable.”

“Hey, can't blame a guy for trying,” he says, amused, “but if you ever change your mind…”

“I won't.”

He grins, “noted.”

With that he walks off, leaving you more annoyed than before. By the time you reach your usual lunch spot your irritation must be obvious because Hana immediately raises an eyebrow.

“What happened?” she asks, leaning against the table with obvious interest.

“Aaron,” you say flatly.

Hana groans, “oh, God, don't tell me he believes the rumors.”

You stab at your salad, frustrated, “he suggested they might be a good idea.”

Daniel bursts out laughing, holding his stomach, “holy shit.”

Hana smirks, “did you crush his hopes and dreams?”

“As quickly as possible.”

Mia tilts her head, examining your expression, “he's smart, popular, good-looking. It makes sense, to be honest,” she nudges your arm, “not gonna lie, you'd be kind of a power couple.”

Daniel snickers, “you two probably have matching grade point averages. Academic royalty, a match made in GPA heaven.”

You groan, rubbing your temple as if you were trying to keep your cool, “i don't like him.”

“Then who do you like?” Mia asks, raising a brow.

The problem is you don't like anyone. Not in the way they expect, romance has never been a priority and you've never felt the pull that seems to drive everyone else. These comments are meant to be casual, just part of the teasing, of the typical campus gossip. But you know them, you know how this works, if you don't shut this down now, the rumor will only get worse, and by next week, half the campus will be convinced you and Aaron are planning a future together with two babies.

So you do what any rational person would do, you blurt out the first name that comes to mind.

“Ellie Williams.”

Silence.

You can feel them staring. Hana blinks. Daniel looks confused. Even Mia, for all her nosiness, seems momentarily thrown.

“... Who?”

Fuck.

You clear your throat, “Ellie Williams,” you repeat, like that somehow makes it better, “she's in our year.”

Mia stares at you like you've just announced you're dropping out of college to become a circus performer, “Ellie Williams,” she repeats slowly, as if testing the words on her tongue. You keep your expression neutral, but inside, you're already regretting your life choices.

Hana leans in closer, intrigued, “wait, how come you never mentioned her before?”

“Because it's none of your business,” you answer smoothly, picking at your salad like this conversation is beneath you.

Daniel, still looking baffled, scrolls through his phone, “i'm literally searching her up right now, i don't even know what she looks like,” panic flares in your chest, if he looks up her grades— he suddenly snaps his fingers, “oh! i think i know her. Quiet, kind of awkward? sits at the back in most lectures?”

Hana hums in thought, “the one with messy notes and the guitar case sometimes?” she stays quiet for a moment, “wait, is she the girl who nearly set the chem lab on fire last semester?”

You nearly choke on your drink. Great.

Mia nods, clearly enjoying this, “yeah, i remember that. Apparently she mixed up two compounds because she forgot her glasses.”

Daniel squints at you, “no offense, but… since when is that your type?”

You resist the urge to bury your face in your hands, “i don't have a type.”

Mia grins like a shark sensing blood, “oh, you do now.”

“Wait. That's actually kinda cute,” your best friend smirks, “i never thought you liked shy girls.”

You sigh, “can we please change the subject?”

Mia nudges your arm, “tell us more. Have you guys talked before? how'd you meet?”

You glance at the time on your phone, “would you look at that? class is in ten minutes. Gotta go,” you stand up, without even finishing your salad, grabbing your bag.

Daniel rolls his eyes, “that was the weakest escape attempt ever.”

You don't care. You just hope that Ellie Williams never hears about this.

But she does.

Ellie has had a crush on your months, not that she'd ever planned on doing anything about it. You exist in a world she doesn't belong to— too put-together, too untouchable, always surrounded by people who seem effortlessly in sync with you. Ellie, in contrast, struggles to remember her assignments, barely scrapes by on tests since she just draws stars in her notes, she owns exactly one backpack that she never closes properly and has exactly one friend (Jesse, who is much better at life than she is).

She likes watching you though, not in a creepy way. Just in the way someone watches a shooting star— distant, beautiful, something she'd never reach.

But today. Today you say her name.

Ellie is passing through the dining hall to go outside, too tired to deal with packed tables and loud conversations, when she hears it. Her name. In your voice. She stops. At first she thinks she's misheard. But then she sees your table— the reactions, the wide eyes, the disbelief. And it clicks, you just told everyone you like her. Her. Her eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights.

Ellie nearly drops her tray. She's not sure how she's gonna make it through the day without spontaneously combusting. When she reaches her usual table outside the cafeteria she can still hear your voice. She must be hallucinating. Maybe she fell asleep in class and this is just some fever dream but no. Jesse is sitting across from her, watching her with mild concern as she continues to stare blankly at her ham and cheese sandwich.

“Dude,” he finally says, “you look like you just saw a ghost.”

Ellie slowly turns to him, her brain still short circuiting, “i think she likes me.”

Jesse raises an eyebrow, “who?”

Ellie swallows, “her.”

He frowns, “you're gonna have to be a little more specific, man.”

The freckled girl runs a hand through her hair, exhaling, “Her. You know. Smart. Popular. Untouchable.”

It takes Jesse approximately three second to put it together. His eyes widen, “no way," Ellie nods and Jesse leans back, looking thoroughly amused, “okay, explain.”

So Ellie does. She tells him about overhearing your confession, about how your friends reacted, how it didn't seem like a joke— at least, not from what she could tell. The guy listens, nodding along. When she finishes, he lets out a low whistle, “damn. Didn't see that coming.”

“Yeah,” Ellie mutters, rubbing her temple.

Jesse watches her for a moment before grinning, “so… what's the problem? this is, like, your dream scenario.”

“No, it's not…” she groans, “i was fine just admiring her from a distance. What the hell am i supposed to do now?”

He shrugs, “go talk to her.”

Ellie stares at him, “what?"

"You like her, right?"

She hesitates, "yeah."

"And she just said she likes you?"

"Yeah, but—"

"So go talk to her."

Ellie crosses her arms and furrows her brows, "that’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard."

He snorts, "what, you want me to tell you to ignore it and hope it goes away?"

Ellie groans again, slumping in her seat, "i don’t know, man. She’s, like... way out of my league. I barely pass my classes. She’s literally the smartest person on campus."

Jesse rolls his eyes, “okay, first of all? shut up. Second, you won’t know if she’s actually into you unless you ask. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Ellie considers, "public humiliation?"

Jesse waves a hand casually, "happens to the best of us. You’ll survive."

She glares, "you’re the worst."

A grin, "nah. I’m the best. Now, go talk to your girlfriend."

Ellie groans one more time for good measure, and, against all better judgment, she heads off to find you after the classes end.

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You try not to think about it after lunch, hoping this whole situation would just be a day or maybe two, so you go about your day hoping to find some peace but when you're leaving the library, in the afternoon someone calls your name quietly when you're passing by the entrance.

Ellie is standing there, clearly waiting for you. You recognize her instantly— not only because of the photo on the board but because there's something about her that makes her stand out in a quiet way. A few freckles dusting her nose, auburn hair tied back messily, hands stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie, the way she won't quite meet your gaze. She looks… different, like something you're not used to, like she doesn't belong in the whirlwind of polished, high achieving students you surrounded yourself with Her posture is tense, shoulders slightly hunched, like she's half expecting you to tell her to get lost and yet, here she is.

“... Hi,” Ellie says. Her voice is lower than you expected, a little rough, a little nervous.

You raise an eyebrow, “hi.”

Ellie exhales sharply, like she's bracing herself, “uh, so—” she clears her throat, shifts on her feet, “i heard what you said at lunch.”

Your stomach tightens. Of course she did, you should've expected that. Still, hearing her say it out loud makes it feel… real. You tilt your head slightly, keeping your expression neutral, “oh.

The girl in front of you nods, she looks like she's about to pass out, “yeah and, uhm, i just—” she exhales, then forces the words out in one breath, “i like you too.”

Silence. For a second all you can do is stare at her. Something in her expression makes your stomach twist into knots, there's sincerity there but also uncertainty, like she doesn't quite believe the words coming out of her own mouth. She looks like she really means she likes you. Ellie looks alone, not in the obvious way, but in the way people look when they're used to being overlooked. And that makes you feel worse, the idea of rejecting her outright feels… wrong.

You tilt your head as you cross your arms and sigh, “look, Ellie…” she tenses like she's preparing for the worst, you choose your words carefully, “i'm not really into dating right now.”

Ellie blinks, “oh," it's quiet for a moment, you expect her to shrink back, maybe make some awkward excuse and leave, instead she just shifts her weight, scratching the back of her neck, “... that makes sense.”

Your eyes widen a bit, you watch her, “it does?”

“Yeah,” she mutters, “i mean— you're busy, and uh, probably have better options.”

Your brows furrow slightly once again, “that's not what i said.”

Ellie shrugs, but it's too casual, too practiced, “i know, just saying.”

You study her for a moment. She's defensive, not because she's mad, more like she expected rejection from the start and is just trying to act like it doesn't bother her and for someone reason that bothers you.

You sigh, “i wasn't lying, you know," Ellie finally meets your eyes directly, you hold her gaze, firm but not unkind, “i really don't wanna date anyone right now, i have a lot going on, it's not about you,” she nods but she looks she doesn't totally believe you. And that's it supposedly, you should walk away, that would be the smart thing to do but instead you pause and then add, “but… we could still talk.”

Ellie blinks, confused, surprised, “talk?”

You shrug, glancing away, “if you want. You don't seem like you have a lot of people to talk to.”

Ellie snorts, “wow. Thanks.”

A smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, “am i wrong?”

She hesitates, “... no.”

You nod satisfied, “then it's settled," Ellie frowns slightly, like she doesn't quite understand how she got here but she doesn't argue and you take that as a win, “See you around, Williams,” you say before turning to leave and she watches you go, and despite everything, smiles to herself.

For some reason Ellie intrigues you, she's different. Not in the obvious i'm trying too hard be unique way but in the doesn't seem to care about fitting in way. She seems real, and maybe that's refreshing.

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cameronsbabydoll · 2 days ago

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hi cutie ok i love ur account sm everything you write is absolutely AMAZING and just your theme and the vibes are so cutesy ughhh!! not to mention you’re unbelievably active.. and the stuff you write is still top tier quality 😭 you’ve probably already did this prompt before so ignore if you have !! do you think rafe would let reader have friends over on her birthday? or would he insist it’s “her special day” and she should just let HIM spoil her (mostly with gifts and his cock, obviously)

Rafe would absolutely take a very possessive and indulgent approach to your birthday, especially considering his dark, controlling side. He’d see it as the perfect opportunity to spoil you—but on his terms.

In his mind, it’s your day, yes, but that also means it’s his chance to remind you how much he takes care of you and how much you belong to him. So, if you wanted to have your friends over, he’d probably allow it, but only with a series of conditions and with him controlling the narrative.

Rafe would let you have a little bit of space for your friends—maybe a quick brunch or a light afternoon activity. But as soon as your friends leave, it’s his time. Before you even think about gathering with anyone, he’d probably have arranged something for you to pamper yourself beforehand—something he deems fitting.

“Go get your nails done at the best spa in the city,” he’d tell you in his smooth, authoritative tone. “And while you’re at it, get a wax. You’ll need it for later.” He'd raise an eyebrow, that smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

By the time you get back to the penthouse after your spa day, the place would be perfectly curated with all the things that fit your aesthetic. He’d know exactly what you love, and nothing would be left to chance. The place would be filled with vintage Barbie dolls, Sonny Angels, Sofia Coppola merch, and delicate coquette tops and trinkets that make your heart flutter with excitement. It’s not just a gift—it’s an experience he’s built around your desires.

You’d walk in, stunned at how perfectly he’s crafted the space just for you. A quick glance at the mountains of gifts, and your breath would catch. He knows exactly how to make you feel like his princess—but not without reminding you of your place.

Rafe’s spoiling wouldn’t just stop at the physical gifts. As he watches you enjoy the presents, there’s this feeling of satisfaction in his eyes. He’ll definitely get a thrill from seeing you so excited over everything he’s gotten you, all while subtly reminding you of his control.

“Do you like all of this?” he’d ask, his voice low and knowing. “I did it all for you, baby. Now, take it all in.”

And of course, he won’t just let you bask in the gifts. He’d expect a reaction, maybe even a kiss or two, as you show your appreciation. He’d slowly strip you of your coquette tops, getting closer to that perfect moment when he can admire the wax he paid for.

By the time the gifts are opened, you’re probably feeling like you’ve been thoroughly spoiled, but Rafe isn’t done. He’d pull you close and, with that insistent touch, he’d start to inspect your skin, making sure everything is exactly how he wants it.

“You look so perfect,” he’d say, his fingers tracing the smooth skin he’s so proud of, a dark gleam in his eyes. He wouldn’t be shy about reminding you who’s responsible for every single detail of your day.

He’d definitely inspect you carefully, his touch lingering as he praises you but also maintaining that subtle dominance he thrives on. It would be a mix of tenderness and possessiveness, a moment where he could feel ownership of your body in the most intimate way, all while treating you like the precious thing you are to him.

The night would go exactly how he wants it to—him pampering you in every way he can think of, from the physical indulgences (gifts, wax, pampering) to the more intimate parts (his hands, his touch, and his complete control over your time and attention). By the end of it, you’d know exactly who you belong to, and it would be a mix of indulgence, pleasure, and subtle reminders of how Rafe likes to make every moment about him, even when it’s your day.

All in all, Rafe’s reaction would definitely be a combination of indulging you completely while still keeping everything under his control. He’s the kind of guy who loves to spoil you, but it’s always with that sense of ownership in mind.

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digitald0rk · 5 hours ago

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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 2 ]

pairing : mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis : nerding out with your beloved bf :3

warnings : slightly suggestive and uh the usual pet names? he calls you his angel too <3 NOT PROOFREAD!! also mentions of dante sparda because the dmc anime is coming out 'm so excited!!!

w.c : 1.5 k.

a/n : THANK U SM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELL SJSHJEHSLSKD. love you all <3

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READ PART [ 1 ] HERE !

if you're into video games, he's going out of his way to learn all about your faves.

when it comes to fighter games, thinks he's soooo slick looking up combos and learning them, he's all like “heh :3 gonna sweep them off their feet” and then gets absolutely BODIED LMAO.

if you show him no mercy he'll eventually start to get frustrated, not at you obviously you're his previous angel <3

“i’m not sulking.” he says, while clearly sulking. he was supposed to impress you! why are you so good at this :(

if he doesn't get a single win he's gonna suffocate one of your plushies when you're out of sight, it keeps staring at him, is that little fella mocking him? oh it'll pay for that.

you look at him amusedly when you come back to see the very obvious dent on your plushie, caused by a certain someone's fist.

“mark.” your eyes dart between the deformed head of your plushie and your boyfriend, biting back a smile.

“yeah baby?” he's all :3 bats his eyelashes all pretty at you, acting like he didn't just beat the shit out of your plushie like BOY YOU'RE NOT SLY.

but he is pretty, so you'll spare him, for now, not in the game though :p

on the topic of video games, he's actually decent at competitive games :] he loves playing them with you but if you die in the middle of a match he gets unmotivated to finish it (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

unless someone was trying to rizz you up or something during the game then yeah, HE'S GOING TO WIN.

do not play dress to impress in front of this man, he gets awfully competitive about it.

“pretty sure even cecil can dress better than that.”

“baby i think that's an eight year old.”

“still, cecil has more drip.”

gets all smug when he wins, god forbid he's not in top three he's gonna go on a rant about how unfair the world is.

he'll always vote for your fits positively though! even though they might be…. questionable at times but he loves his baby :D

minecraft with your boyfriend is actually really fun! except he accidentally set the palace that you built on fire once and literally REFUSED to touch the game for weeks after that (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

will get sad if an animal dies :(

has names for all your dogs and cats, calls them your children.

“don't forget, we gotta feed our children babe.” he tells you, sipping on his milkshake.

and normally you'd smile and say something equally silly except for the fact that you two were currently hanging out with a couple of friends and that sentence certainly earned some looks.

“you two-”

“in minecraft!” you'd clarify, and cue the feigned annoyance filled groans and mutters of how you two are insufferable.

also one time he got so invested in building that he literally stayed up for ten hours, building the perfect wedding venue for you two!

asked [ forced ] everyone to make minecraft accounts and invited them all to your wedding in minecraft.

he kisses you in real life too when your characters “smooch” in the pixelated game.

he's gonna marry you for real one day, just you wait.

his irises turn into literal hearts when you pull up in a cosplay.

he would also love to cosplay with you!

bonus points if it's one of his favorite characters, his ass is NOT TAKING HIS HANDS OFF OF YOU LMAOOOOOO.

and if you two do end up getting freaky, like roleplaying as the characters then yeah rip bed.

matching literally anything! matching kirby socks? sure why the hell not. matching seance dog mugs? hell yeah! he's all for it!

and yes, you two have some nerdy matching pj set.

and matching underwear too :3 you jokingly bought them but he isn't playing around when he wears them seance dog boxers!

you both keep trying to recruit oliver in one of your favorite fandoms, although the little thraxan has other plans.

“guys no im not watching [ insert media name here ] !” “but oliverrr :(”

you're bother super annoying <3

sometimes mark will send you photos of oliver enjoying some piece of media you're into and act like a proud dad.

you two go to comic con together and get carried away, ending up with wayyy too much merch.

“mark, baby i love you but i don't think we need another signed poster.” you try reasoning with him, only to eat those words back the second he flashes you his sad puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, he really has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?

but you have him wrapped around your finger too, because when you look at him like that, asking him to take you to this signing event of your favorite foreign author, he wastes no time in picking you up and flying you wherever you want <3

no matter the time, he just wants to see his sweetheart happy :]

you two are insufferable with your references, sometimes people think you two are talking in some alien language.

rex hears mark on the phone, just who the hell is dante sparda? and why has mark mentioned this name like thirty thousand times in the past half an hour he's been on the phone with you?

as rex said, “you two match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public.”

“hey babe i got us these matching swords!” he smiles, all happy at four in the morning at your window like it's the most normal thing ever.

you squint a little before making out the sword's design, oh it's from your favorite game.

he doesn't protest in the slightest when you attack him with kisses, this is where he belongs.

he adores movie nights, you two cuddled up on his bed, watching something he loves? he's never been happier.

you two once had to stop making out because the plot got thicker, so you two locked in! even though your lips are swollen and shiny just like his from the shared passion a few minutes ago. he could care less about the next plot hole when you're right here, pressed up against him.

he can't stop staring at your lips, god you're addicting.

he snaps out of it when his favorite character dies though ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠) aw man.

building legos together! he gets all bashful when you praise him when he finishes a part of the main piece.

reward him with kisses and he'll melt.

he once tried making you pancakes, except he tried to draw one of your favorite characters with the pancake batter. and he's no artist, but he tried his best.

he's now on his 48458th attempt and it's looking like your favorite character….a little….. not really.

he'll just douse them in maple syrup, that makes everything better.

when you question the odd shaped pancakes in your sleepy dazed state, he ends up telling you the truth, embarrassed.

but when you kiss him oh so softly, your kiss far sweeter than any maple syrup, his nervousness melts off until all there's left is you.

you and only you.

going to the sea and painting on the pebbles and rocks with him, he loves watching the sunlight reflect off of your hair, you look like an angel, his angel. and god your eyes-

“hey does this look like eric cartman?” you show him the paintwork on your rock, snapping him out of his lovesick trance.

“babe, why is he on ozempic?” that comment makes you two giggle.

he continues, “should've picked a bigger rock, my love.”

“i saved that one for you….. you know, if we were penguins i would you the shiniest, prettiest rock i could find, which is this one so….” you shift closer to him, placing the pretty rock onto his palm.

he presses a kiss to the side of your head, fiddling with the rock in his hand. “you're adorable.”

he presses a kiss to that same rock when he's away from you on a mission, it grounds him, knowing you're there, waiting for him.

when you two end up moving in together, unpacking things takes less time than decorating your shared room.

hanging posters with him, asking him if they're centred. putting your favorite figurines on the shelves along with your favorite comics, building your own safe haven. the whole room embodies you both so well, anyone who sets foot in this room would instantly be met with a bunch of your and his interests.

his dumbass <3 accidentally ends up leaving one of his figurines on the bed, so when you two are needily making out and grinding, excited that you two wouldn't have to be quiet or keep your voices down — straddling him and pushing him down on the bed, he lets out a small squeal of surprise.

you two stop, looking at each other all 0_0

“sorry, i think-” he starts, reaching behind his back to pull out the culprit of poking him in the back, and surely it was none other than his favorite seance dog figurine, the absurdity of it all is enough to make you chuckle, he laughs sheepishly with you. a little embarrassed that seance dog ruined the sexy atmosphere.

but when you put the figurine on the nightstand, turning it to face the wall, he realizes he's gonna have the best night of his life.

and oh boy was he right :3

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thisapplepielife · 24 hours ago

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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

A Perfect 40

Eddie is kicked back on the panel, his paddles piled up in front of him. He's the worst person to judge a wet t-shirt contest. He's not exactly a boob man. But the other three were thrilled, so he was game. He'll just give all the girls 10s and call it a day.

They parade each contestant out, wet, white tees clinging to their bare breasts and true to his word, it's 10s from him. Everybody's going home happy on his watch.

Then, Eddie finds a good reason to sit up straight. The only straight he'll ever be.

There's a guy, with perfect hair, and a skintight white shirt clinging to his torso, showing the thick thatch of chest hair underneath. And a slight softness at the middle, offsetting his broad fucking shoulders.

And then the swim trunks. The goddamn swim trunks. They're wet, too, and ain't hiding shit. The bulge that the material is clinging to is gonna drive Eddie insane, right here in public. He looks big. Eddie likes big.

He licks his lips, making eye contact with this perfect 10.

Then, Eddie's distraught. He wasted all those previous perfect 10s on boobs. Now, he sees tits. Manly, hairy tits, a happy trail showing through the white fabric, and that goddamn cock on display that he wants to get up close and personal with immediately. This is the one that deserves the highest score. The other guys are holding up middling numbers, fives, and a disgraceful three from Goodie, and Eddie has to act. He reaches next to him and grabs Gareth's ten paddle. And holds it up along with his own. Giving him a 20.

The guy laughs, and it's not enough, he bullies another 10 paddle away from Goodie, and snaps his fingers at Jeff, who relinquishes his without a fuss.

40.

This guy deserves a 40, and Eddie's gonna give it to him.

And then he winks. He winks at Eddie.

Eddie reaches for Gareth's 9, the next best thing, and gets his hand slapped in the process.

Oh well. 40 will do.

As far as Eddie's concerned, get this guy his prize money. His crown. He's obviously the chosen one. The winner.

One of the stage managers is trying to argue behind them that Eddie's cheating, and it's not allowed. Eddie argues that no rules were laid out that said he only could use one paddle at a time.

He's pedantic, but not wrong.

They eventually stop arguing with him, crown some bleach blonde with big boobs the winner, and the hot guy is given some sort of honorary runner-up. A concession to try and keep Eddie's mouth shut.

He won't cause a scene, but they are the goddamn, dirty cheaters. Not him. He just gamed the system. There's a difference.

Then, the stage clears, and Mr. Body Hair is gone.

Leaving Eddie bereft.

Backstage, they get their swag bags for participating and there's only one prize Eddie wants in the bottom of his cereal box.

Eddie steps out onto the beach, and scans the surrounding area. He finally spots him, pulling off his shirt. Which, amazing. Less amazing is his girlfriend fussing over him, rubbing him with a towel, then putting more sunscreen on him.

Lucky broad.

Eddie's about to turn around and head back, when she meets his eyes. And nudges the guy, who turns.

He grins, striding towards Eddie, and there's a glob of sunscreen clinging to his nose. Eddie reaches out and rubs it in, paying extra attention to the pair of moles on his cheek. The guy closes his eyes and lets Eddie do it.

Goddamn.

"The real winner, robbed," Eddie says, "I'm Eddie."

"Steve," the guy answers.

"Well, you should have won, Steve. Rigged system. It's an injustice. Maybe a class action lawsuit in the making. I'll join you."

Steve smiles.

"They didn't say a guy couldn't enter," Steve quips, and that's the exact kind of disobedience and bending of rules Eddie fully appreciates.

"And they didn't say I couldn't use all the paddles I could hold," Eddie banters back. Then he reaches for his wallet. Thumbs through it. He doesn't have enough to match the original prize money, but he takes out the hundred dollar bills he does have.

"I'll pay up. Even if they won't," Eddie says, and Steve shakes his head.

"No way, I'm not taking your money. I just did it for fun."

"Don't make me put it in your g-string."

Steve laughs, looking down, "I'm not wearing a g-string."

Eddie's well aware of that, but banters back, "Damn. Ruin a guy's dream, why dontcha?"

Steve tries to press it back into Eddie's chest as he laughs.

"He won't take it, but I will. That's a month's rent, dingus," Steve's girlfriend says, and Eddie hands it over. She's been damn cool about the whole thing.

"Robin!" he chides. "I'm sorry. I swear she's housebroken."

She kicks him in the shin, and he kicks back.

Definitely not a girlfriend. Sister?

"Best friend," Steve says, as if he's reading Eddie's mind, "Most days. When she's not acting like this."

Best friend? Eddie's lucky day.

"Well, in that case," Eddie says, really turning up the charm, "You wanna get out of here? I have ten inches I could settle up with."

Steve raises an eyebrow, challenging his claim wordlessly, and Eddie laughs, delighted at being called out. Nobody calls him out anymore. That's the price of fame. Yes men. Steve doesn't seem like a yes man.

Eddie grins, flirting, "Okay, I don't. But you won't tell anybody, right? That'll be our little secret. You and me. Eddie and Steve."

Steve's a good sport, that much is obvious, especially when he banters back, "Deal. I won't get out the tape measure if you don't."

"That's mighty kind of you."

"I wouldn't want to show you up," Steve quips, grinning.

Eddie glances at Steve's wet trunks, and just grins devilishly.

Oh, Eddie's in trouble with this one. Big trouble.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries, check out @corrodedcoffinfest to read takes on Spring Break prompts, or to offer up your own!

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shatcey · 23 hours ago

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New Charts (IkeVil)

On X/Twitter, the developers showed us the graphs of the characters. And obviously because I… have a lot of free time (I hate myself)… I decided to make translated pictures.

In my opinion, the term "luck" means that the situation develops in favor of a person quite often, without any special efforts on their part. And "bad luck" is when the situation always turns against them. And in this sense, I think Liam should have 0 points. He's extremely unlucky. But… the developers have a different opinion. Otherwise, I'm very happy with these charts. I think they gave a more accurate assessment of the characters.

It feels like these graphs are made by Vogel. The glitter trait of Lim-lim strongly hints at this.

I was a little surprised to learn this information. I never thought he had any problems with his eyesight… But the drawings… I have my suspicions… but I'm curious to see.

Hmmm… do they really think that we won't guess what this hidden trait means? I mean… there is always one thing in this place…

Now I'm quite intrigued by Darius… All the senses… wow… this can be quite difficult to handle…

The graphs had similar features. For example, Ellis and Jude have a polar opposite trait - affability. And the twins - purity. But the most interesting thing for me is that Vivi and Darius have malice. This is interesting considering how much Dari dislikes Vivi…

I'm not surprised that Vivi is perfect. I've had this impression for a very long time.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen villians #ikevil JP #ikevil william #ikevil harrison #ikevil liam #ikevil roger #ikevil elbert #ikevil alfons #ikevil ellis #ikevil jude #ikevil victor #ikevil nica #ikevil ring #ikevil darius #x/twitter

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levissslutt · 3 days ago

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Warnings: oh nothing just fluff hehe ;)

Ms. Honey was everyones favorite teacher, she actually cared about her job. She didn't view he students as a burden, but an extension to her career. She saw each and every one of them as a potential little historians, saving the world in one way or another.

This attitude earned Ms. Honey the respect and likes of almost all the students and faculty in the school, especially one particular parent who was apart of PTA.

"How you doin Ms. Honey, looking as pretty as ever." The man drawled.

The women turned towards her admirer.

"If you keep talking to me like that folks, got think we up to no good, Mr Fatu."

The man walking up to Ms. Honey only grinned and took her hand in his, kissing the back of it ever so lightly.

"Awww now Ms. Honey what would be the harm in that." He hummed out, raising an eyebrow at the amused woman.

"Well see now you've got to try a little harder than a little eyelash batting to get my attention Mr. Fatu." She tilted her head at him, the fluorescent lights catching her ears, littered in piercings, that Mr. Fatu loved oh so very much.

His grinned widened, dropping her hand softly, not once did either of them break contact.

The world around Ms. Honey and Mr. Fatu always blurred into white noise when they where together. Given the setting they where never able pursue the ideas that lingered deep, deep in the minds of either adult.

Every single moment was so incredibly charged with unspoken words and refrained touches, that neither of them knew how much longer they could keep this facade up.

Especially the way those spring colors fall off of her so elegantly. Her sundress obviously appropriate for work, but she was so damn beautiful, he imagined every curve and dip, fondly eyeing Ms. Honey. She looked perfect, like a trophy, or a piece of art you were meant to look at on a shelf.

As the afternoon came to an end at work, she found herself on the bench just outside of the school, facing the garden. Shelved to come admire the miniature garden the kids worked so hard on, they took such pride in it, it made her heart warm.

"Thought Id find you out here."

Smiling, she turned towards the voice, watching as he walked her way. His little bo favored him so much she always smile at herself seeing where his little ones features came from. Especially when they were learning something he was interested in, his eyes would sparkled and his nose would crinkle, just like his fathers was as he approached Ms. Honey.

"How you doing miss thang."

She chuckled at him "you and these nicknames."

He finally reached her sitting too close, but jussst close enough.

"What you don't like my nicknames Ms. Honey."

His voice carried a seductive undertone that made her heart skip a beat. "You know all these nicknames you throwing my way, you might just have to take me out if you keep it up."

The grin on that mans face was nothing short of wicked. All pearly whites showing. "What you saying girl."

You shrugged, facing the sky, she was not giving him the satisfaction of admitting her feelings first.

"Oh I get it sweet thang, you being stubborn."

He chuckled more to himself than to her. " Its ok tho, Imma work for you, you too special."

Ms. Honey finally turned to fully look at the man. His caramel dipped skin was glowing on the afternoon sun. He had his arm draped on the backside of the bench, that was causing his Cuban chain to glisten perfectly.

Although they never shared their feelings for each other, or even so much as kissed, in this moment the two were drunk in the presence of each other. He wanted nothing more than to drizzle her all over him.

To her better judgment, before she could stop herself, she reached for his beard, perfectly salted in all the right places, and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

He didn't dare object or pull back.

In fact it was all he could do to keep from grinning again into the kiss. After what felt like a lifetime of being entangled with the man, they sat back to look at each other, lips swollen and eyes filled with want.

"Now how about that date Ms. Honey."

divider from @strangergraphics-archive or @strangergraphics

#black oc #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagine #jey uso one shot #big daddy uce #uceyjucey

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lotusloong · 18 hours ago

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If you're cool with song fics, would you do one based on "Suffering "from Epic: The Musical? (It has a choke hold on me for the past few days...) I personally don't know which Wukong is most fitting, though...

Waiting

Relationship: Sun Wukong X Female Reader

AN: HHOOOOOO okay! So first off, I fucking love greek myth, and I love the take of Epic the Musical, amazing songs.

So I really really really liked this request! I hope I did it justice, I like to think I did, at least the first half lol. 3k words in im like ‘some smut would pair really nice with this’ and another 4k words later here we are. I have more requests cooking, this one just ended up getting away from me a bit lololol! I also wasn’t sure which Wukong this prompt works best with so I left it up to personal preference! I hope you like it ♥

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, like...really horny smut, Violence, Wukong losing his temper, Wukong wanting to be a baba, Slight Pregnancy talk sprinkled throughout, I have a kink okay don't judge, Let me know if I missed any tags pls

Read it on AO3!

The wood of the long boat felt sturdy under his feet and the gentle breeze felt cool against his fur, but Wukong kept his gaze on the still water. The keeper of this valley had warned them of a shapeshifter in this lake, and the Monkey King was not willing to let his Master drown today. He had been tempted to take the group the long way around, through the mountain range, but the longer path would have meant more opportunities for other yaoguai to attack. In the end they agreed to take a short cut across the lake itself, his fellow disciples agreeing to surround the Tang Monk if trouble showed up and let Wukong handle the tricky nature of the shapeshifter.

The boat ride has been peaceful so far, and they were over halfway across the lake. And that's when he felt an unfamiliar magic probing at his mind. If he were a lesser demon, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.

“My darling?” The surface of the water broke with a gentle ripple, and suddenly Wukong was looking down at a familiar face.

Your face.

The creature dared to wear your skin, to use your voice, to trick him.

“Don't you miss me?” Your voice sounded like music to his ears. It had been so long, too long, since he had last heard it…

He almost felt grateful to the yaoguai, for reminding him of how you sounded. That gratefulness wouldn't protect them from his simmering rage, however. It was insulting that they would dare try to use you against him, as if they had the right to try and imitate your beauty.

He leaned over the edge of the long boat just enough to show interest and quickly hit his tail against the wooden floorboards. His ear flicked at the sound of Bajie and Wujing moving closer to Tang Sanzang and Bai Long Ma.

He had to put on a show to distract the shapeshifter, and that's something the Monkey King was renowned for.

“...More than you know.” He spoke, his voice soft. He didn't like being so obviously vulnerable about his feelings towards you to a stranger wearing your face, but they say all the best lies have sprinkles of truth in them. At his words the yaoguai moved closer, looking the picture of innocence. It wasn't you, and it was more obvious the closer Wukong looked.

Your eyes, normally so bright and alive, looked shades darker than they were supposed to be, as if there was no distinguishable pupil. Your hair wasn't the same, the color was also the wrong shade and the texture didn't look right. Even your smell, the sweetest and most intoxicating scent he had ever had the pleasure of breathing in, wasn't right. This fake-you smelled of kelp and bad lake water.

It filled him with fury, an anger so strong he desperately wanted to give in to it, to let it control him as he beat this thing into the muck for daring to use your perfect image against him.

“Then come in the water and kiss me~” Not-you purred, fluttering its eyelashes in a way that made his stomach churn. His tail twitched in irritation, and not-you’s eyes followed the movement. He had to keep playing along.

“My love I've told you this before-” He looked at the dark water before him, lifting a foot and taking a hesitant step back from the side of the boat. “You know I'm afraid of the water.” He wrapped his tail around his leg in an act of embarrassment and shame. Not-you's eyes widened, looking from him to the water with surprise. It was quickly covered up, confusion in their voice as they kept trying to soothe him.

“I'll make sure you're safe, love. This isn't nearly as deep as the Eastern Ocean, when you went to visit the Dragon King…?” They started hesitantly, watching his reaction to their words. Wukong gave them a pleading look, making up an excuse on the spot.

“But his palace is at the bottom of the sea. It's not as…scary to sink in water when you have to go down that deep anyways…” For a moment he worries they won't believe him, their brow furrowing in disbelief. Then suddenly, their eyes light up, and they smile with a grin that is much too wide for your mouth.

“Oh! Y-yes, I had forgotten! Because of the stone you came from, you sink in water!”

“Yes, exactly, hehe…” Not exactly. He could swim no problem. He glanced over his shoulder to his companions, still huddled protectively around their Master as the distant shoreline grew closer and closer. Just a little more, and with his Master safe on dry land he would take great pleasure in tearing this yaoguai apart for their transgressions.

“Well, you don't have to worry about that here. I'll be with you! And…and you can come see our little ones! They miss you terribly, you know.” He felt a sting in his chest at the thought of his monkeys, at how they must be doing at home with you, slowly rebuilding from the damaged remains of your shared mountain.

“I'd love that, but…” He shifted on his feet again, staring at the still water like it might bite him. He saw not-you stifle a roll of their eyes, swimming closer still. They looked at him then, and Wukong could feel that same gentle probing at his mind, matching the magic he felt earlier. He braced himself for what they would say next, biting his tongue until he tasted iron to keep his anger in check. The shore was right there-

“...Our daughter also misses you, love. Won't you come with me to see her?”

The absolute fucking gall of this creature.

The anger he pushed away comes flooding back full force, so intense and burning it feels like he's on fire. Perhaps he is, considering how the creature in front of him looks suddenly terrified, their face - not yours, it could never be as beautiful as yours - suddenly lit up by a vivid red glow from his eyes.

They try to swim away, but it's too late. He feels the boat lurch underneath him as Bajie drags it onto the sandy bank, and his hand shoots out to grip the forearm of the shapeshifter with enough strength to bruise. His claws dig into skin that's not as soft as yours as thin rivulets of blood leak down to their elbow, dripping into the water below. They immediately cry out, using their free hand to pull and hit at his own arm, for all the good it will do them. He catches another whiff of their scent and his nose crinkles in distaste, canines on display.

“How dare you.” He growls. He didn’t have a daughter. He wasn’t allowed one, no matter how desperately he wanted such a thing. “You dare use magic to look at my inner desires!? To use them against me!?” The shapeshifter looks terrified, their shaking form slowly losing shape as their hold on their magic fails at their internal panic.

He had wanted to start a family with you, since the beginning of your relationship. Many early days of your courtship had included the two of you spending time together, cloud watching and fruit picking on the lush mountain ridge of Mount Huaguo as you talked and talked for hours at a time. It was then he learned what love was, what a mate was, that he wanted you by his side forever. And during those months you talked about what you would want in the future, and the topic of families and children came up.

He had loved the idea from the beginning, seeing you surrounded by little ones with his fur color and your eyes, or your smile and his laugh. It was a far-off daydream the two of you shared in whispered breaths, foreheads pressed together as you lay side by side under a cloudy sky and imagined what your kids would be like, who they would grow into.

But those dreams had never had a chance to start.

He had grown worried for the future, the concept of mortality weighing heavily on his mind. He didn't want to say goodbye to his people, to you or your possible children. So he set off with the promise to find immortality and return to share it with you and your subjects. That was the start of it all, his quest leading to him wanting to better defend his home, to get a proper weapon to protect those closest to him, and eventually…the Celestial Realm taking notice of him.

For over 500 years your shared desire to have a family had been put on hold as he dug himself deeper and deeper into trouble with the other gods. You had stayed by his side through it all, until he was trapped away by the Buddha. When Guanyin finally released him, he rushed to where the Jade Emperor held you captive and freed you with a desperate kiss.

Now you were back home, trying to rebuild a kingdom from the ground up without him, because he had to be ‘redeemed’ in the eyes of heaven.

Wukong knew it had been painful for you. It had been painful for him.

Now his only goal was to deliver his new Master across the continent and back so he could finally fly back into your waiting arms and live happily with you. And this time, he would stay. Stay, and start that family you both so desperately wanted.

How dare this vile thing try to use that against him.

“I should kill you now, you pathetic wretch.” He hissed, dragging the shapeshifter up and out of the water to be closer to him, the surface of the lake splashing. Fear filled its eyes, and it whimpered in fright. It was still your voice, however poorly imitated, and it made him hesitate for just a moment. The yaoguai noticed, and immediately tried to take advantage.

“M-my love, you’re hurting me! Please, please stop!” It cried, and tears gathered in its too dark eyes. Wukong huffed, trying to ignore the instinct to not hurt his mate, knowing it wasn’t really you. He dragged the shapeshifter closer, gripping them by the neck with his free hand, delighted by the choked gasp they released.

“How many of you are there?” He growled, voice raspy and dark with promises of harm. Not-you shook in his grasp, throat bobbing under his palm as they tried to breathe. Their voice changed when they next spoke, the illusion falling further apart.

“I-I’m sorr-y-! Mercy, m-mercy puh-please!” They cried, real tears of distress running down their cheeks, which were slowly growing scales and changing color. Not satisfied, Wukong loosened his grip just enough for the wretch to stop choking and answer his question.

“Tell me! How many of you are there?” He gave it a good shake to get his urgency across, and the creature wailed further at this treatment. “Tell me or I’ll drain this entire lake and kill every living thing I find!” He hissed. He heard his Master on the shore, a displeased noise at the threat.

“M-my pack! My pack is here b-bu-but they won’t-! Please, pl-ease! I-I am s-s-so s-sorr-yy!” Wukong snorted in response, his breath billowing from his nose in a steamy cloud, framing his face. His glowing eyes looked like hot coals as he glared at the yaoguai. Bajie and Wujing looked over the surface of the lake from where they stood on the sand, wary and waiting for another shapeshifter to burst from the water. The one Wukong held by the throat thrashed and whimpered some more.

“I-I’ll tell them to-! Huughh-to le-eave-! I-! I just wanted immortality! The m-monk-!” Wukong gave the creature another shake at their words.

“So you think to take my Master!? To use the face of my wife!? You dare look through my mind and use my desires against me!?” He was heating up, smoke billowing from his mouth as the desire to burn this creature to a crisp festered inside him. Or perhaps a shock of lighting to permanently scar it? His eyes glowed a deeper red, and the faint smell of urine hit his nose.

The wretch had wet themselves.

Disgusted, Wukong threw it back into the water, snarling as he did so and stepping on to the sandy bank himself. The creature scrambled and fumbled with trembling limbs in the shallows to get into a frantic kowtow. More of its true form was on display now, a thick fishy tail and claws on display.

“Pl-please, let us go Great Sage-! I’ll-! You’ll never see us again, we won’t ever attack any other travelers!” They pleaded. Wukong growled low in his throat, the desire to kill this wretch screaming at him to finish the job, but a gentle hand on his shoulder stopped him. He jolted, looking behind him to see his Master.

“I believe they have learned their lesson. Why not show mercy?” The Tang monk smiled, a pleading look in his eyes. Wukong snorted, clenching and unclenching his fists. He stalked forward, giving the yaoguai a swift kick to the side that sent it sprawling.

“By the grace of my Master, you live. Get out of my sight.” The words had hardly been spoken before the shapeshifter fled, disappearing in a puff of mist. Wukong turned away from the sullied lake water, to the approving gaze of his Master. Tang Sanzang lifted a hand, intending to place it on his head.

“I am very proud of you, my student-” The monkey ducked away from his touch, furious still. His tail thrashed behind his every step as he walked.

“I should have killed the damn creature. Pretending to be my beloved, the fucking gall they have-!” He stalked past Bajie, who side-stepped away from him and his anger, sending a panicked look to their other companions as Wukong jumped into the trees. Tang monk held up a hand to his students, a sign to leave the monkey be, his eyes concerned.

“Why don’t we camp near the area for tonight? Wujing, Bai Long Ma, would you start setting up? Bajie, accompany me as I look for mushrooms? I have a craving for them tonight.” The others nodded at the words of their Master.

Wukong did not return until the sun was sinking towards the horizon in the late afternoon.

He did not speak to anyone, simply walking through their camp and jumping into the lower branches of a tree, sitting and staring out into the wilderness. His tail hung low beneath the branch, flicking back and forth, showing how agitated his thoughts still were. Sanzang waited a few minutes before standing, making his way to the base of the tree and sitting comfortably under it. Wukong’s tail continued to flick by his head.

“This area seems rather safe.” The monk spoke.

“Hmph.” Was the only response he got. The monk took a deep breath, trying to keep the smile off his face as he spoke again.

“I think it would be fine to settle here for a couple days. To let us rest before moving on. The mountain range ahead will be quite challenging to cross.” Wukong sat in silence still. “I would also think…it would be safe for you to leave us for those couple days.”

The tail stopped its twitching, freezing in place.

“You travel so far and so fast with no issue, it wouldn’t surprise me if you jumped all the way back to your mountain and came back within the span of three days! It wouldn’t be a challenge for you, in any case.” There was shifting on the branch above him, a single leaf fell and landed on his lap.

“...Are you sure, Master?” The Monkey King’s voice was soft, a whisper filled with hope. The monk couldn’t fight the urge to smile anymore.

“Be back before sunset three days from now.” Is all he said. The rustling of the trees and the sound of the wind was his only response. When the Tang monk opened his eyes and looked up, the tree was empty.

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You push your arms high over your head as you stretch your back, spine popping as muscles pulled in a satisfying way that had you sighing in relief. After another long day of work; expanding the fruit tree grove, listening to your subject’s worries and struggles, checking over storage supplies, and any tasks brought to your attention, you were desperate for a good rest. Your chamber in the stone palace of Water Curtain Cave was exactly the place to do that, with your favorite night robes and comfiest blanket waiting for you to snuggle into for the night.

You shut the door behind you, the chattering of your subjects still awake at this time muffled by the thick wood and stone walls. No doubt the guards were transitioning, fellow monkeys making sure they ate their fair share after the large dinner you all had together. That was something you always appreciated about your dear husband’s people, they had a deep sense of community and always chose to dine and share things with each other. It felt…loving.

You glance at your marriage bed, your half still a little messy from your rush to get up this morning, the other half still kept and clean. Cold. The same as it has been for over 500 years now…

Your own half had been the same since the war on the Celestials, but after your release you had made the space your own again. Your husband however…

You looked to the side doors of your balcony, an opening in the side of the mountain that let you see to the distant horizon. The sun was creeping closer to the far-off mountain range, turning the sky an orange and purple hue, the faintest twinkle of stars far above.

He was somewhere out there, doing a good job, you're certain. Wukong wasn’t the type to give up, and he certainly wouldn’t abandon you and your people. He would come back, someday. You had to be certain of that, if nothing else. If he…if he didn’t come back then you…and your people…

You didn’t like to think about what would happen. It made your heart ache.

You step closer to the balcony doors, gripping the handles and slowly pushing them closed for your privacy. The view was beautiful, but you wanted solitude for tonight.

Before the doors fully shut, you whispered into the wind like you did every night, hoping that somehow Wukong would hear and know you were thinking of him.

“Goodnight my love…stay safe and protected.” And as the doors finally slid shut, you didn’t notice the tiny golden cicada that slipped in through the crack above you. You turned away and began undressing, removing layer after layer of your hanfu to be washed another day.

“Well, this is certainly a beautiful sight to come home to. Tell me gorgeous, do you welcome everyone this way or am I special?” The voice made you freeze, your under-blouse half untied, leaving your chest exposed. You turned frantically, looking around your bedroom and seeing nothing out of place. Furniture still covered in scrolls and important documents, your vanity covered in hair ornaments and jewelry, your bed in its still half made state.

But that voice…

“W-Wukong?” You whispered, not believing your ears. It must be a trick of your tired mind, exhaustion and heart ache making you hallucinate the voice of your mate.

You were proven wrong as a cicada zipped past your nose and startled you, circling multiple times in the air before flashing with golden light. And there, in all his glory, your darling husband stood.

“Please continue. I was enjoying the show~” He purred.

He looked tired. His eyes still had that same inner fire to them, but it was dim. His fur and clothing were clean but simple, no extravagant gold decals or jewelry like he used to enjoy wearing. You knew that monks chose to wear plain and simple clothes, but seeing your husband follow the practice, however unwilling, was something you never thought you’d see. The only gold to be seen on him was the fillet on his head, and the sight of the band sent a flash of anger through you. You hated that damn thing.

His frame looked lighter, constant travelling combined with meager meals from campsites and begging from strangers not suiting your husband’s needs. Where he used to have a healthy layer of fat over his chest, tummy, and thighs, the muscle looked more lean. Clearly still strong, but not getting as much nutrients as he needed. Despite your own exhaustion you were overcome with the need to rush downstairs and grab everything edible, to prepare a feast for your lover that he deserved, anything for him to look like his old healthy weight.

At your silence, his clawed hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking over the edge of your cheekbone. He stepped closer, and the feel of his warmth so close to you once again had your breath shuddering.

“Oh peaches…you look exhausted, my sweetheart. Have you been sleeping?” Wukong bumped his forehead to yours, golden eyes staring into yours. It was like a damn burst at his words, and you sniffled, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“I could say the same-…about you.” You mumbled, eyes fluttering as he continued to stroke your cheek, his other hand wrapping tight around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Remembering your own hands could move, you wasted no time gripping his shoulders, digging your fingers into the fur exposed from his collar. Wukong sighed at your touch, his tail circling tight around one of your legs as he nuzzled his forehead against yours.

“I’ve missed you…” You whispered. He shuddered under your touch, and suddenly his lips were on yours in a desperate kiss that had you whimpering against him. His lips were still soft, the imprint of his sharp canines against your own lips a familiar and welcome feeling. You kissed back, letting your tongue peek out to lick along his lips. He opened for you with a heady groan from deep in his chest, letting his tongue meet yours.

You were pushed backwards towards the wall, his arm around your waist moving to your ass and gripping the flesh tight, pulling your hips towards his. You followed his movements, letting your leg hike up to curl around his hips, your already half undone clothing falling further apart. The threads tying your blouse together slipped away to reveal your chest, your breasts squished against the firm plane of Wukong’s own. The rough fabric of his robes felt like too much against your sensitive nipples, drawing whines from you as your hips bucked against his. You wanted his soft fur, his hot skin, against you.

You both broke away from the kiss, heaving gulps of air. Thick tendrils of drool snapped as you separated, your lips already growing swollen from the kiss. With shaking hands you pulled at his tiger skin sash, trying to undo all the knots holding his clothing together that were just too complicated for your lust filled mind to focus on. You had only managed to get one undone before his mouth was on yours again, his tongue forcing its way inside and turning your brain into jelly. You pushed your aching core against the hard length hidden by his clothes, the leg you were still standing on shaking with the effort to hold you up.

His own hands left your body to join yours at his clothing, roughly pulling at the fabric so you could get your hands tangled in all that glorious fur. You bit his bottom lip in encouragement, rewarded with a hiss and sharp buck of his hips against your own. Sash undone, his hands slammed into the wall you were pressed against as he broke the kiss again, staring at you with wide blown pupils.

“I’ve missed you too, my beautiful mate…” He growled, voice rough and raspy with lust. He bent towards your neck, suckling at the soft skin he found. Your back arched as you moaned, pressing your heaving chest closer to his. With no knots in the way your hands were free to pull and tug at his clothing, his hands leaving their rooted position on the wall just long enough to slip his arms from the cloth. Finally, warm fur under your hands, strong muscle holding you close as you humped against your mate’s hardening cock.

Wukong growled in response to your touch, trailing kisses and bites from your abused neck to your collar bones, and further down still to your chest. One hand leaves the wall to grope at your left tit, his thumb and forefinger pinching the sensitive nipple. You squeak and jolt, and he grins in response.

“Still so sensitive~” He purrs. You blush but don’t ask him to stop.

His grinning mouth envelopes your tit, sucking the soft skin and nipping it with his sharp teeth. You moan at the feeling, throwing your head back against the wall with a solid ‘thunk’ that you don’t even feel, too focused on the heat of Wukong’s mouth working wonders to your body. Wukong is clearly bothered by the sound though, as his hands suddenly move back to your ass and hike your standing leg up to join the other around his hips. You latch onto his head, keeping it pressed against your soft tits as he suckles away, and the support of the wall leaves your back.

Distantly you’re aware that your husband is walking across the bedroom, but you focus instead on pressing kisses to the crown of his head.

“F-feels so good my love, fuck-” You moan, his mouth trailing kisses across the expanse of your chest to play with your other nipple. Your pussy is throbbing where it’s pressed against Wukong, fluid leaking into the cloth still worn over your legs. A sudden feeling of weightlessness hits you as Wukong’s arms drop you, and the soft feel of your bed hits your back, the plush mattress making you bounce as you land. You squeal in surprise before looking up at him, to see your king staring down at you with a fiery hunger in his eyes. He stands tall and imposing, and you ache to be filled.

His gaze doesn’t leave you as his claws grip the waistband of his pants, pulling the last few ties keeping it in place and letting it drop to the floor.

Your breath leaves in a rush, your mouth suddenly drooling at the feast of a demon standing before you. His chest, littered with scars, heaves with his breath, his tail lashes to and fro behind him, the muscle of his arms and thighs on full display for you. Between his legs his engorged cock leaks prefluid, a prominent vein on the underside throbbing in time with his heartbeat. You want it in you, in whatever way you can get. Mouth, cunt, ass, it doesn’t matter you just want to worship the body in front of you to make up for the many centuries of separation.

Without hesitation you lean forward on the bed, folding your legs under you so you’re on your knees. Your hands grip the thick muscle of Wukong’s thighs, fur tickling your palms, as you bring your face closer to his throbbing dick.

“Love-” He starts but doesn’t finish, your cute tongue peeking out to lick a solid stripe up his length. He chokes on his words, hands immediately tangling in your hair. He doesn’t push you away or pull you closer, he simply holds you as you worship him. You press your lips against the fat vein you spotted, delighted by the way Wukong’s abdomen jumps in response. More fluid leaks from his pink tip, drooling a steady stream onto your cheek, and you lap it up eagerly, the salty taste making you shudder. Fuck, you missed that flavor.

Desperate for more you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, giggling in your throat at the cute jerk his hips gave at the feel of your warm, wet mouth. You fluttered your lashes and looked up at him, his claws still tangled in your hair and his cock stretching your lips, a trail of drool and precum leaking from the corner of your mouth. He moaned above you, golden eyes bright and pupils blown wide. Satisfied, you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head, suckling sweetly before pulling your lips off with a lewd ‘pop’.

“Shit-such a good girl for me, my beautiful mate…” He purrs as you move your head lower. You bite your bottom lip, eyeing the thick, heavy ballsack hanging between your mate’s thighs. You can catch the faintest whiff of his natural musk, and you decide you want more. Before you can second guess yourself or be embarrassed by what you’re about to do, you shove your nose right into the fat balls hanging in front of you. Wukong jerks in surprise, but your fingers grip the fur of his thighs tighter, preventing him from moving away.

You nuzzle against the heavy globes, warm skin tickling the bridge of your nose and cheeks. You can feel the weight of his cock above you, resting against the crown of your head where his claws still massage your skull. The balls resting on your face feel so full…it’s clear your mate has been pent up on the length of his journey. Tonight you aim to drain him completely, and the thought sends a shiver down your spine that has your pussy clenching hard on nothing as a moan leaves your throat.

You take a deep breath in through your nose, mind flooded by the musky smell of your mate in its strongest form. It’s enough to make you feel drunk, your mouth opening to suck on a single ball, rolling the sensitive flesh around with your tongue. You suckle it like it’s candy, the heady taste more intoxicating than anything you’ve had before.

“P-peaches, fuck-! F-filthy girl, you’re bold tonight, h-huh?” Wukong gives a breathy chuckle above you as you move onto his other ball, suckling it with the same care as the first one.

“You’re fucking filthy when d-desperate aren’t you? F-fuuuck~...” You moan in response, wiggling your hips happily at his words. You are, you’re so desperate, over 500 years since you’ve been able to play around like this with your chosen mate, you don’t care if it's unbecoming. You want your husband and you’ll damn well enjoy yourself, even if others would call you a whore for it.

With that in mind you take one hand off your mate’s thigh, bringing it low between your own thighs to press against the ache you feel. The thin material of your undergarment is soaked through, and the pressure of your fingers has you gasping desperately around the soft skin still in your mouth. Wukong notices where your hand has gone, groaning in need as he bites his bottom lip.

“Sweet girl, lay back-...lay back and let me see you-” Now his hands push at your head, gently encouraging you to release him from your mouth. You whine, not wanting to stop but also desperate for some attention yourself. Wukong chuckles above you, his grin soft at your needy behavior.

“I know love, I know. We have plenty of time though, the next three days in fact.” Suddenly eager for more than just his touch, you lay back against the pillows of your bed. Wukong's claws tail down your chest and tummy to your hips, gripping the waistband of your under clothes and slipping them off.

“Three days!? We actually have three days with you at home!?” At his nod, you squeal, kicking your feet before grabbing him by his shoulders and dragging him on top of you with a kiss. He follows your pull willingly, his knees settling down between your thighs and his hands gripping the soft flesh of your waist. His tail loops around one of your thighs as he settles between them, moaning into your kiss. He suckles your tongue before pulling away, sitting on his knees and watching his hands caress your skin. Every mark, every curve, his gaze takes it all in with reverence and it’s now you suddenly feel shy. Your body has changed a bit over the centuries, stress and challenges you faced with and without your husband leaving their mark. You cover your face with your hands even as he pushes your thighs further apart to reveal your dripping opening.

“Oh, darling…” He growls, claws moving closer. You jump at the feel of his calloused skin on your inner thigh, and blush even further. Your skin is soaked, the slick drooling from your pussy reaching mid-thigh and coating your husband’s hands as they massage over you.

“P-please don’t stare-” You whimper, wiggling to close your thighs once again as embarrassment takes over. Wukong’s claws dig into the meat of your thighs, keeping them open despite your trembling muscles pushing against him.

“And why not? A sight like this should be enjoyed and savored…Such a pretty pussy making a mess for me? I’m honored.” You feel your cunt flutter at his words, and you squeak in response. A feather light touch of his fingers against your lips has your hips bucking off the mattress, seeking more pressure to grind against. Wukong chuckles darkly at the movement and you peek through your fingers just in time to see his mischievous grin before he leans down and buries it into your slick folds.

You scream, hands leaving your face to tangle into the sheet of your bed, you back arching as Wukong’s arms lock around your waist, preventing your hips from leaving the hot, wet torture that is his mouth. His tongue bullies its way past the ring of muscle for your entrance and presses up, immediately looking for the sensitive spot in your gummy walls that makes you cry for him. His teeth feel sharp where they sit against your sensitive skin, and despite knowing he would never hurt you more than you ask, the perceived danger of such sharp canines against you has your adrenaline racing.

He pulls his tongue out of your cunt with a slurp, and presses a sloppy, wet kiss against your swollen clit.

“Fuck! Wukong!” You sit straight up, hands gripping and pulling at the fur on top of his head. He gives a pleased growl at the motion, encouraging you to pull harder. With you watching, he buries his nose against your folds, and takes a deep inhale of your scent.

Oh.

Liquid heat pools in your belly at the action, and you tug desperately at his fur again.

“Please love, please just-” His tongue traces a pattern through your folds again, and you feel a sudden sting as he playfully nips your engorged clit. “500 years Wukong-! Please, don’t tease me anymore-!”

He laughs low in his belly at your words, but does lift himself up to slot his hips against yours. You bite your lip at the feel of his cock pressing against you, hot and heavy as it leaks fluid over your mound, mixing with your own slick.

“Alright, alright peaches…Not so shy now-” You buck your hips up, delighted by the brief friction of grinding against him. “Dammit, okay! Settle down, I don’t want to hurt you sweet one.” He shushes you, waiting for you to lay your hips back onto the mattress. You groan in frustration, watching with rapt attention as his hand grabs the length of his cock, rubbing the pink tip through your folds and gathering more slick. You hold your breath, waiting in anticipation for him to move.

His cock presses against your opening, the tight muscle immediately giving way as your mate pushes himself into you. You both gasp at the feeling, his cock twitching in response and you can feel it. You pull desperately at his shoulders and he follows, leaning on his hands above you as you pull him into a desperate kiss. His hips push forward achingly slow, spreading your soft walls at an agonizing pace. You need him now, dammit. Need him to bully his way inside you and break you on his cock like a bitch in heat.

You wrap your legs around his hips, and with one sharp tug and a jerk up of your own, he sinks fully into you. Wukong shudders and groans deep in his chest, his arms trembling under his weight as he sags against you, lips never leaving yours. You keen loudly at the feeling of being so full so fast, your walls squeezing tight around him. You pull away from the kiss, panting desperately as you fall back into the pillows surrounding you.

“...S-Sweet one, so tight-” He hisses, burying his face in your neck. You need him to move.

“Wu-Wukong…fucking move…” You whimper, your body shaking with overstimulation. Your king hisses between grit teeth, shifting into a better position on his knees. Your cunt refuses to give at first, clamped down tight around him before he pulls harder, and a lewd ‘squelch’ echoes between you both. It’s followed by another, and another, as Wukong builds a slow rhythm, grinding his hips in shallow circles against you. You cup his jaw and make him look up at you, breathing each other’s air before he kisses you again. His tongue still tastes like you, and you moan as the pressure in your belly increases.

His thrusts pick up speed as you kiss, his breath coming out in hot puffs from his nose against your cheek. You aren’t doing much better, your lungs feel entirely too empty as your body burns, heat making your toes curl and your legs lock tight around his hips. It’s been so long for the both of you, you aren’t surprised you didn’t last very long, but you truly don’t care. Wukong is in your arms again, he’s kissing you again, your bed smells like him again.

His thumb makes its way to your mound, finding your clit and rubbing harsh, sloppy circles around it that make you cry into your shared kiss. He nips your lips in response, his tail thrashing where it curls high in the air above you both. You feel your peak rising, and pull away just enough to look into his eyes when you cum.

“I-I love you…” Your shaking voice manages to get out before the pressure inside you snaps. You bury your face into his warm neck, biting down, uncaring of the fur getting in your mouth. Wukong moans, his hips stuttering their rhythm as you clamp down tight, your pussy milking him for everything he has. He follows you over the peak, pressing his lips to your ear to whisper back.

“I love y-you-...too-” He shudders, and you feel the liquid heat of his release inside you, flooding your cunt. Your spasming walls take it greedily, until it's too much, and thick globs of white cum leak back out your spasming pussy, mixing with the mess of fluid already painted across your thighs. You both shudder and shake, the glow of orgasm leaving you gradually as you lay in each other’s arms. Wukong practically collapses on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms tight around your back to drag you with him. You adjust yourself, keeping your legs tight around him as he flips onto his back and lays you along his chest.

The rise and fall of his breathing soothes you, growing slower and deeper as you both come down from your high. You move, lifting yourself up enough to press a kiss to his pectoral, right above his stone heart. When you look up, he’s staring at you, a very soft smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He looks…upset.

Doubt wiggles its way into your mind, wondering if he’s upset by what just happened.

“Everything okay?” You whisper. He startles, the unease in his gaze clearing up as he watches you. One of his clawed hands comes up to brush through your hair, playing with the strands. After a moment, he speaks.

“There was…a shapeshifter, today. Trying to steal Master’s flesh.” You lean into his hand, the feeling of his fingers playing with your hair, a feeling you have missed over the years. You keep your eyes locked with his to show you’re still listening.

“They wore your face.” Wukong mumbles. You freeze, eyes widening in shock. “They wore your face, and they used some…some kind of magic to see what I-...see what we-” He growls, glaring off the side of your bedroom at some unseen enemy. “They brought up how we don’t have little ones of our own yet. Still.”

You aren’t sure what to say, so you grab his hand that's frozen in your hair, bringing his palm low enough for you to press a kiss against his pulse point. He smiles at you, the familiar warmth you adore coming back to his eyes.

“It upset me quite a bit, everyone could tell. Master…took pity on me I suppose, said I could leave them for a few days to see you.” His thumb strokes over your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and curving around the length of your neck, fingers back in the thick of your hair once more.

“Well, I suppose I’m grateful for that, at least.” You begin, a touch of bitterness to your tone. “Not that I think it’s right I haven't been able to see, touch, or properly talk to my husband in seven years-!” His brow furrows, a sad expression making its way onto his handsome face. You take a deep breath, shoving those feelings aside.

It’s just for a few more years.

You can handle a few more years of letters and talks through magic portals and dreams as you wait for Wukong to come back to you. And if you’re lucky, maybe more nights where he’s able to actually visit you like this.

You shift a little, sucking in a sharp breath at the feel of his softening cock still inside you, but now close enough to his face you can press a kiss to his furry chin. He jerks at the feeling of you moving as well, but neither of you makes to actually get up and clean yourselves off. If your gut feeling is correct, which it usually is, your mate will be rested and ready to go again in a few minutes, and for the rest of the night.

“I’m sorry my love, I’m just…frustrated by the distance between us. I miss having you with me every day.” Wukong sighs underneath you, pressing a kiss of his own to the crown of your head.

“I know. Believe me, peaches, I know.” He sighs, and you rise and fall with his chest as he does so. “It’ll be over soon. We’re immortal. Time is…it’ll pass before we even realize it.” You know his words are true, and you can’t help but smile up at him when you next speak.

“And then we could…finally try for that family?” You offer. His eyes widen, but a grin follows soon after.

“I’d love nothing more.” He seals his promise with a kiss.

#Sun Wukong X Reader #Monkey King X Reader #Sun Wukong #Monkey King #Tang Sanzang #Zhu Bajie #Sha Wujing #Journey to the West

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sunsetosirias · 1 day ago

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng is overexposed, and it's why I've grown to hate her.

The show hinges on the audience liking Marinette enough to buy the premise that everything she does is 100% justified, she's never in the wrong and can't suffer consequences that last longer than an episode or else the show doesn't function as an enjoyable story. If you aren't a fan of Marinette, the show becomes a slog to get through, especially the later seasons.

One of the biggest problems I have with the show's narrative is how it shoves Marinette into being the solution to every major conflict, which robs other characters of having their moments, all because "she's super cool" and "please like our perfect protagonist who can do no wrong". I know this is an incredibly salty take but whenever a story tries to force me to love a character, I find myself hating the character more and more overtime.

What got me writing all this in the first place? Well I checked the Miraculous Ladybug fandom tag on Ao3.

Of the 69,749 works on Ao3 as of the time I'm writing this, 55,419 of them are tagged with Marinette as a character. That's 79.464% of the total Miraculous Ladybug fanfics. She's the main character, there's obviously going to be a lot of fanfic about her, I understand that. Here are some other tags that feature Marinette in some way.

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir / Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug : 36,294

Adrinette: 5254

Ladynoir: 4254

Marichat: 4051

Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug / Damian Wayne: 1903

Last one may seem a little different until you remember that crossovers exist.

Batman - All Media Types: 4945

DCU: 959

DCU (Comics): 253

How many of those do you think are salt fics where Marinette leaves Paris to be "where she won't be taken advantage of" and "be around those who appreciate her". Let's not forget how the Maribat sub-genre began as salt fics and character bashing.

If you don't want to read about Marinette in a fic, you wipe out 79.464% of all fanworks on Ao3, maybe more as some works only tag her within a ship.

I think most of the growing vitriol towards Marinette is due to how overexposed she is within the fandom and the show itself. If some of the screen time Marinette had gotten was given to other characters who needed it such as the rest of the class, would the backlash against Marinette be so large?

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #ml salt #mlb salt #miraculous salt #miraculous ladybug salt #ml fandom salt #mlb fandom salt #ml writers salt #marinette salt

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heckit1234 · 1 day ago

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Colt - Part 1

It had been getting harder to workout properly in the past month. Although I was only 5 months along most of my gym clothes were already starting to get too tight to move in. My favourite gym shirt rode halfway up my pregnant belly and all my shorts were one deep squat away from ripping.

Although, the toughest part about being in the gym was how horny it made me. As a guy, being pregnant meant my hormones were heightened and my sex drive was through the roof. It had been a relatively good day at the gym today. Wearing my stretchiest sweat pants and a once loose muscle tank which now hugged tightly my expanding midsection, I had hit arms and pecs again for the fourth day in a row. At my size leg day was beginning to be out of the question. I had tried to push through for a while, but now my belly prevented me from getting a proper squat in. I finished up my final set and flexed in the mirror, my arms had a massive pump. Just looking at myself made me extremely horny. But what made me feel even better was the stares I got from some of the other guys in the gym. I knew they were all in awe of my size, not only my muscles but my belly as well.

Done with showing off, I made my way into the change rooms. I stripped down to just a towel and went to the sauna to relax after a good gym session. It is important to hit the sauna as often as possible to make sure my belly has minimal stretch marks. And it’s been working. My huge belly didn’t have a single stretch mark, and lord knows it is no where near done growing. Sitting down in an empty sauna I spread my legs out to let my belly have some room in my lap. I liked to sit back and message my growing belly while I relax in the heat. Just as I am getting comfortable I hear the door to the sauna open, through the steam I see a man appear. A tall, muscular man emerges in front of me. I look up to see Colt standing in front of me in just a short towel, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Colt was by far the hottest guy at our gym. He had the perfect lean muscular body. Whenever I was working out I’d always catch myself looking to see if he was in and when he was I would struggle to take my eyes off him. At 6’2” he was 3” taller than me and even with my arm pump his biceps were a bit bigger. He had a light tan from never wearing a shirt and his dark brown eyes matched his brown hair. Colt had the mullet moustache combo which made him look even sexier than I ever thought he could. Looking down past his chiseled abs I could see his dick pressed under his tightly wrapped sauna towel. Even soft he was a good 7”, so it wasn’t hard to see it laid out in front of me at eye level. Something about the way Colt was looking down at me made me feel both warm and nervous, I always figured he’d never paid much attention to me.

“You’re growing so quickly” Colt said in a deep husky voice, looking down at my extended midsection. He reaches out and lightly brushes the tips of his fingers across the top of my belly.

“Um, thanks man, I, uh, am only 5 months along so I have some more growing ahead of me” I respond with a shudder. Colts mere presence in front of me is making me horny again, luckily my belly is big enough to cover my hard dick.

“I’ve been watching you grow. I always thought you’d look good with a nice round pregnant belly pushing off you” he says still with his eyes lingering on my belly. “When I saw you starting to grow I was jealous it wasn’t me that did the favour…”

I look up at him again, unable to respond to what he just said. Colt did know who I was and he had been fantasizing about me. My dick was so hard now that the tip of poking out from under my belly, pushing the towel up a bit. Colt nods his head down obviously noticing.

“Seems like that makes you happy to hear big guy” Colt moves in closer and puts both hands on my growing belly and starts to rub. He kneels down in front of me and puts his face into my belly and starts kissing the tight skin. It feels so good, his big hands make slow circles on the sides of my huge orb. “You have so much more room to grow, I want to help you. Seeing you like this makes me wanna make you even bigger.”

I put both my hands up over my head and slowly move my hips back and forth, pushing my belly softly into his lips. “I’ll grow as big as you want me” I say with a moan. Slowly he brings a hand down to unwrap my towel, exposing my cock. He stands up to admire me, naked, and drops his own towel. A sharp v-line leads my eyes right down to his now hard cock. His soft 7” had grown to be a hard 12”, perfectly straight and cut.

With a grin on his face he pressed his hard cock onto my belly. “When I’m down with you you’ll be bigger than you ever thought possible boy” with that he turned around and locked the sauna door, showing off his round tight ass and huge quads. “Stand up for me” he said sensually as he turn back to face me. I obey, in awe of what is happening. Slowly I lift myself off the sauna bench, my belly pushing out in front of me. Colt steps up to me and wraps his arms around my belly and slowly turns me around. He grabs my belly from behind me and continues the slow circles. He steps into me, pressing his huge cock into my ass and yo the small of my back. He leans me against the wall and holds my hips in my hands.

“You’re a good boy for letting me do this. I’ve been waiting long time for you to be bigger than enough for me to want you this bad.” He leans in and whispers into my ear “and you still have 4 months of grow to go” Colt leans back up and spits down onto his cock, my cock already dripping pre onto the bench in front of me. I push back into his cock to show I am ready. “He’s an eager one” Colt says as he messages his cock, then slaps my round bubble butt. He presses the head of his cock into my ass and slowly pushes it in. His size immediately makes me wince. He takes it slow and places one hand around onto my belly and one around my neck. “Good boy, take it all, you’d got room”

Colt pushed in as deep as he could get, pressing a small indent of the tip of his cock out of the underside of my belly. Has I adjusted to his size I slowly eased back against him pushing him in even further. “Hmmm I’m so deep in you boy” he moaned has he started to slowly pump in and out. Colt pumped in and out the full length of his cock slowly, making sure to savour the ecstasy. I leaned myself up so my back pressed against abs and wrapped my hands around the back of his head. My biceps flexed from the amount of working out I did focused on them in the past few days. My belly sticking far off my muscular frame. Now with one arms wrapped around the bottom of my belly and the other wrapped around the top Colt began to push even harder. As he pumped faster and faster I finally climaxed and shot my load all along the bench.

“Hmmm yes, I knew you liked this. I’m going to fill you with so much cum, I’ve been saving it for you” Colt was now pumping even faster, his whole 12” going in and out as fast as he could. Finally he pushed as deep into me as he could and he shot his head back as he came inside me. It felt as though he came for a minute straight, filling me up with so much cum my belly visibly expanded an inch outwards. Once he was down he stayed inside me to make sure none came out. He kissed the back of my neck and down the top of my back. Finally he stepped back and pulled all 12” out of me.

I collapsed forward and rested against the bench “fuck dude, you, you see how much bigger I am now” I say looking down at my even more extended stomach with one hand resting on it. I look back at Colt and see him sit down on the opposite bench, stroking his still hard cock.

“This is only the beginning” Colt says, eyeing my huge pregnant belly. “You are going to be huge”

#mpreg belly #gay #muscle #story

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celestial-castiel · 1 day ago

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i love Supernatural so so very much, I don't know how to express it. this show that many people think is genuinely bad but kinda fun is seriously actually really great??? of course the writing isn't perfect all the time, that's literally impossible. yes Destiel had a heartbreaking ending, but their whole story is still fantastic and sweet and lovely, and they obviously really love each other. their relationship throughout the show is definitely my favorite thing in the whole show, other than Dean and Castiel themselves. also i love how spn is randomly silly and constantly making references to other shows and movies and books, then later is completely devastating and intense with the hardest lines ever, like it's straight up poetic at times (specifically Cas, who gets a decent number of poetic lines/scenes actually).

this is my favorite show. it's the cutest sad dark show ever.

#✨random stuff✨#supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #also it's so oddly comforting because of how much I relate to Dean and Castiel as a kinda traumatized mentally ill queer person #they're very very painfully relatable for me #and maaaany other queer people #this is the best subtle queer experience story #is this what you'd call a spn meta or no #cuz I'm never sure-

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Oh i like this.

3 people have called rhea 'a child' so far (charlotte, bianca, pearce) and i think wwe is gonna do something with that!

MY OWN PERSONAL THEORY!

Rhea really is just a child behaving like an adult.

Looking back at the start of her career in WWE, she was completely alone in an unknown place full of popular and top talent superstars. Raquel came around and became her 'family away from family' essentially

Raquel betrayed her, and honestly turnt Rhea into the Rhea BLOODY Ripley that we know and love today! Thank you Raquel, i think?

Even with Niki cross, she split up with her assuming Niki would be okay with still being friends, making childlike assumptions and being naive - which led to her being betrayed again.

With Liv, it was showcased how easy it is to play with her mind. Edge easily manipulated her into betraying Liv Morgan

We see her interact with damian in a childlike way. (Pay attention to this part) Rhea portrays herself in this dominant, scary sort of figure. But with damian, shes able to rely on him and thankfully he hasnt betrayed her. Thats EXACTLY what she needed to trust iyo and bianca btw

With damian & dominik (the two people she arguably cares about the most) completely gone, she has no anchor to keep her afloat. Theres nobody around to leach onto, to trust with her life.. esp since she lost her title, rhea really has no one.

This is why i think they are referring to rhea as a child because she really is just a kid, posing as a murderous woman. She goes around, pushing people around, all to return home to her favorite people and prized possessions.. that's exactly how a senseless child behaves.

We even see how childish she gets with Iyo and Bianca at some points. With Iyo, she showcases heavy emotions and relaxes. With Bianca, she can let go of her worry and have fun. Having Damian as the person she can rely on, Dominik as her anchor, Iyo as her emotionsl support. And Bianca as her person to go to when she needs to calm down would be perfect for rhea. Remember, humans are social creatures and need interaction with other life forms to be happy.

Obviously, being compared to a child is very triggering to Rhea. Every child hates being considered a child, so it makes sense!

Rhea might also be bipolar, as shes seen admitting she was the problem just to turn around a week later and say it was biancas fault.

When you look at it, most of her actions have a reasoning (betraying liv - getting manipulated, attacking dom - she had to get him into TJD) and whether the reasons are good or not, there still reasons to her. Which is exactly how Rhea perceives her own behavior. And probably will continue to think with that sort of mentality until shes able to properly heal. Rhea really is at Rock bottom right now, so I hope its soon.

It can also explain the whole 'sexy mami' thing. When you know you're nothing but a child in an adults body, the only thing you can do is distract others from realizing it as well. It's why she makes herself seem so tough. So violent. So dominant. So hot. Because nobody will see rhea bloody ripley and go 'oh yeah, she's just a child,' right?

Rhea wants to hide how much or a child she ie, and she's been able to do so up until she lost her anchor. When dominik was around, she managed to stay dominant and act so sexily to show everyone that she's mami. Now that he's gone, she has absolutely nobody to use and pretend she's not just a kid.

Anyway,, all of this is KAYFABE and meant for only WWE FANS and MOSHERZ to view ok thank u 4 listening in byebyeee

#kayfabe #wwe raw #mami rhea #rhea ripley #💗niiyah post

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quinny19 · 2 days ago

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Opposites Attract (Shoto Todoroki x Gyaru!Reader) part 2

A Love That Stands Out Shoto Todoroki x Gyaru!Reader

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: Amusement Park Date

The amusement park was alive with color, music, and the excited chatter of families and couples. The smell of sweet churros and buttery popcorn filled the air, blending with the distant scent of fried food from the food stands. Neon lights flickered from game booths, and towering roller coasters cast long shadows against the evening sky.

Standing at the entrance, you adjusted your heart-shaped sunglasses, feeling the usual weight of stares on you. It wasn’t anything new—people always gawked at your bold gyaru style, from your teased blonde hair with pink streaks to your dramatic lashes, glossy lips, and bedazzled nails. Your outfit was bright, playful, and accessorized to perfection.

But today, it felt different. Today, you weren’t just standing out—you were standing out with Shoto Todoroki.

Beside you, Shoto was the complete opposite of your vibrant energy. He was calm, composed, and effortlessly attractive in his simple yet stylish hoodie and jeans. His two-toned hair and striking heterochromatic eyes already made him noticeable, but paired with you? You both looked like a contrast so sharp it almost hurt to look at.

People noticed.

You could feel their stares drilling into you both, the hushed whispers, the quiet judgment.

"They don’t match at all." "What is he doing with her?" "She looks so... loud."

Your stomach twisted. You weren’t insecure about yourself, but you hated how people looked at you and Shoto together. Like you didn’t belong by his side. Like you were somehow less.

Shoto, completely oblivious to the scrutiny, turned to you. "What do you want to do first?"

Pushing the thoughts aside, you plastered on a grin. "Roller coasters, obviously!"

Shoto nodded, taking your hand without hesitation. The warmth of his fingers laced with yours made your heart skip, and despite the judgmental glances, you let him lead you toward the towering ride.

The roller coaster was insane.

You had screamed the entire ride, gripping Shoto’s arm while he sat there completely unbothered, only slightly amused at your reaction. When you stumbled off, legs wobbling, he caught your waist with ease.

"I don’t know how you can just sit there like it’s nothing," you huffed.

Shoto tilted his head. "It was fun. Your screaming was entertaining."

You smacked his arm. "Rude!"

He just smirked, the tiniest smile on his lips.

After trying a few more rides, you both ended up at the game booths.

"I’m gonna win you something," you declared confidently, eyeing the ring toss.

"You don’t have to—"

"Hush, I got this."

After ten failed attempts (and Shoto standing there watching you in mild amusement), you pouted. "Okay, maybe I don’t got this."

Shoto, without a word, took one of the rings, tossed it effortlessly, and landed it perfectly. The vendor handed him a large stuffed bear.

"For you," he said, placing it in your arms.

You puffed out your cheeks. "Show off."

His lips twitched. "You’re the one who wanted to impress me."

Dramatically, you hugged the bear. "Fine. I guess you’re kinda cool."

Shoto just shook his head, the softest chuckle escaping him.

As the night deepened, you both found yourselves by the Ferris wheel. The city lights stretched out in the distance, the park glowing beneath the stars.

Inside the cabin, you leaned against the window, admiring the view.

Shoto watched you instead. "Are you okay?"

You blinked. "Huh? Yeah, of course!"

He stared at you, unconvinced. "You were quiet earlier."

You sighed, fingers tracing the fur of the stuffed bear. "...People talk, you know?"

His brows furrowed. "About what?"

"About us. About how we don’t look like we should be together."

Shoto was silent for a moment. Then, without hesitation, he said, "That’s stupid."

You glanced at him, surprised.

He turned to you fully, his gaze unwavering. "Why should we care what they think? I like you. A lot. That’s all that matters."

Your heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice.

"...You’re kinda unfair, you know that?" you mumbled.

"Why?"

"Because you say stuff like that and expect me not to melt."

Shoto tilted his head. "Melt?"

You groaned, hiding your face in the stuffed bear. "Never mind!"

Shoto gently pried the bear away, leaning in slightly. "Are you melting?"

You huffed. "Shut up."

A tiny smile graced his lips as he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"You look beautiful tonight," he said simply.

And just like that, every whisper, every judgmental stare, every insecure thought faded into nothing.

Because when Shoto Todoroki looked at you, he didn’t see too much makeup or too many accessories.

He just saw you.

And he liked you exactly the way you were.

: Meeting the Todoroki Family

After your amusement park date, Shoto invited you over to his house for dinner. You hesitated at first, but he assured you that his mother and sister, Fuyumi, would be happy to meet you. You were excited—but also nervous.

Not because you were worried about them liking you, but because Endeavor was going to be there. And judging by his strict, uptight reputation, you highly doubted he’d approve of you.

Still, you weren’t the type to back down. If anything, this would just be another challenge.

Walking into the Todoroki estate, you immediately noticed how huge and how cold it felt—both in temperature and in atmosphere. It was modern and spotless, but it lacked warmth. Shoto, used to this, just led you inside like it was nothing.

Fuyumi greeted you first, practically beaming when she saw you."Oh my gosh, you’re adorable!" she gushed, clasping her hands together. "Shoto told me about you, but I didn’t expect you to be this stylish!"

You grinned, twirling a strand of hair. "I do my best~"She pulled you into a friendly hug before stepping back. "I made dinner, so I hope you’re hungry!"

Shoto’s mother, Rei, approached next, offering you a soft smile. "It’s nice to meet you. Shoto has told me a lot about you.

"That made your heart skip. Shoto? Talking about you? That was cute."

"It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am!" you chirped.

"Shoto’s lucky to have such a sweet family!"She chuckled gently.

"That’s kind of you to say."You felt relieved. So far, so good.And then, of course, the mood shifted.

Because standing in the doorway, arms crossed and gaze piercing, was Endeavor.

His intense blue eyes scanned you from head to toe, his expression unreadable—but his disapproval was obvious.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Here we go.

"You must be Y/N," he said, voice deep and commanding.

"That’s me~" you replied, unfazed. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Number One Hero."

Shoto, sensing the tension, stepped beside you. "She’s my girlfriend." Endeavor exhaled sharply through his nose, still staring. "I see."

Silence.

Fuyumi, clearly trying to lighten the mood, clapped her hands. "Let’s eat!"

You followed Shoto to the dining table, sitting beside him while Fuyumi served the food. The dinner was... tense, to say the least.

Fuyumi and Rei were polite, asking you about your hobbies and your quirk. You explained your Cloud Illusion quirk, demonstrating by conjuring a small, fluffy cloud in your palm, making it shift into different shapes.

Fuyumi was delighted. "That’s so cute! It must be really useful in battle!"Shoto nodded. "It is. She uses it creatively in combat."You smirked. "Duh. I am amazing."

Rei chuckled, but Endeavor only huffed. "Your quirk is... unconventional for a hero."

Your eye twitched. "Unconventional?"

"It lacks offensive power," he stated bluntly.

"Heroes need to be strong."Shoto’s grip on his chopsticks tightened.

"She is strong."

You, however, weren’t even mad—just annoyed. "Yeah, well, strength isn’t just about brute force, Mr. Number One Hero," you said casually, popping a piece of food into your mouth. "Strategy, creativity, and intelligence matter too. But I guess some people only focus on the obvious stuff."

Endeavor narrowed his eyes. "Are you implying something?"

You batted your lashes. "Me? Never~"

Shoto’s lips twitched slightly, and even Fuyumi looked like she was holding back a laugh.

Endeavor’s scowl deepened, but he didn’t argue further.After dinner, as you and Shoto left, Fuyumi hugged you again. "Come over anytime!" she chirped.Rei smiled warmly.

"Take care of my son."You beamed.

"Of course!"

And as you passed Endeavor, you made sure to smirk.Unconventional, my ass

Training with Class 1-A

The next day Class 1-A had an outdoor training session at a large, open field designed for quirk development. You just happened to pass by and just want to tag along and join in

Aizawa stood before the class, explaining the drill. "You’ll be paired randomly and tasked with overcoming an obstacle course using your quirks."

You ended up paired with Bakugo, much to your delight and his annoyance.

"Tch. Don’t slow me down, princess," he grumbled.You just grinned.

"Aww, you’re worried about me? That’s cute, Blasty~"

"SHUT UP!"When the exercise started, you used your illusions to create fake walls and distractions, confusing the robotic enemies.

Bakugo, surprisingly impressed, used his explosions to clear the path.

"Alright, maybe you’re not totally useless," he muttered.

"Aww, thanks, babe," you teased, making him gag.

Meanwhile, Shoto watched from his own training zone, fighting alongside Midoriya. His gaze lingered on you, a small, proud smile on his lips.

Makeup Shopping

After training, you and Shoto went shopping together.You practically dragged him into your favorite makeup store, eyes sparkling. "Okay, so I need new lashes, lip gloss, and—ooh! This highlighter is so cute!"

Shoto, completely lost, just followed you. "How do you choose?"

"It’s an art, Sho. Makeup is serious business."He nodded thoughtfully, then—out of nowhere—picked up an eyeliner pencil. "Can I try?"

You gasped dramatically.

"You wanna do makeup?!"He shrugged. "I’m curious."You grabbed his hands.

"Say less. Sit."

Shoto obediently sat on the store’s testing bench while you excitedly applied soft eyeshadow and liner, giggling at his still, patient face.When you finished, you clapped. "Okay, okay, look!"

He turned to the mirror, blinking. "Huh. It looks... nice."You beamed. "You’re so pretty, Sho."

He glanced at you. "So are you."Your heart did a little flip.And then—of course—Bakugo walked by the store, saw Shoto with makeup, and screamed."WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

Shoto blinked. "Shopping."

"WITH MAKEUP ON?!"You cackled. "He’s trying new things, Blasty!"

Bakugo groaned, storming away while you and Shoto continued shopping.

Later that night, as you walked hand in hand, Shoto spoke softly."Today was fun."You smiled. "Yeah?"He nodded. "I don’t care what people think about us. I like you."You squeezed his hand. "Good. Because I love standing out with you."

And as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, you knew—no amount of judgment could ever change that.

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