#pinterest always suprising me

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this looks an awful lot like carcar..

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Easter eggs

Taylor Swift x Ferrari!driver!reader

Face claim Pinterest girls

Warning hate, homophobia, not proofread, spelling mistakes

Summary Taylor always leaves Easter eggs in songs and posts, in this case the Easter eggs are about a curtain Ferrari driver…

This was a request!

Extra info: Readers number is 87

A/N Also I want to say; this is in NO WAY implying that Taylor is gay; I am just making a fan fictions. I know that she is in a relationship but this is just fiction. Also I know I use pictures of her with friends as her on dates but I am in no way implying that that is that. Again I am just making fiction and I am using the things that exist to make fiction that I and other people enjoy reading.

Its a bit long but I LOVE it!

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Eras tour Liverpool Night 1

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Yourusername I had such an amazing time at the Eras tour in Paris! Thank you so much to Taylor for inviting me, for all the fans for being so nice and trading bracelets with me. Also a (again) a big thank you to Taylor for gifting me this STUNNING cardigan so that I could wear it. This may be the highlight of my year!

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Taylorswift I’m glad you enjoyed your gifts and the show!

Yourusername I very much enjoyed it all! And thank you again for everything!🫶

User0 Whair giftS?! As in plura?!

Taylornation We were happy to have you! Liked by author

blakelively It was so nice seeing you again!

Yourusername OMG YES! It was so nice to hang out!

Theerastour Happy you enjoyed the show!

User1 OMG! WORLD COLIDING!

User2 This is perfect timing with the Twitter thread

User3 You look so good!

User4 She really is living the dream

User5 SHE GOT A FREE ORIGINAL CARDIGAN?!?!

User6 The day after the race in Canada?! This is insane!

User7 Yeah! And after an DNF That is!

User7 Folklore era fits her so well!!

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Monaco Grand Prix

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CelebrityNews Taylor Swift seen at the Monaco formula 1 Grand Prix. This is exiting news after people did a deep dive on lyrics on Swifts new album and saw references to the sport, beside those references there are also mentions of ‘she’. Could this be Taylor coming to support her new love? Or is this just making a public appearance to a sport that she has publicly said she loves, and that she is letting her fans clown (again). Read more on our website!

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User8 Oh?! This is interesting.

User9 I wouldn’t be surprised if this is just because she likes f1 but I also wouldn’t be surprised if she really is dating someone in f1 (ether a driver or someone that works for a team)

User10 I am curious to what team she is going

User11 besides the point he she look GOOD

User12 what is Lando lurking in the likes?

User13 Maybe they are dating?

User12 HAHAHAHA Lando norizz?? Never!

User13 Hey it could be!

User12 It could but she mentioned a she soo…

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Yourusername posted a story

Taylorswift replied to your story

oh? That is an interesting reaction to meeting me…

Yourusername Shut up

What was it again? 😳🙂‍↕️🤭😦🙂😄🥰?

Yourusername Stop, you’re being mean☹️

Cute

Yourusername STOP ✋

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YOU MET TAYLOR SWIFT?!?!

Yourusername I’ve met her earlier so…

WHEN?!

Yourusername Wel at her tour… and before that… and I was invited to her birthday…

Y/N!! YOU TRAITOR!!

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Charles_Leclerc replied to your story

I’m suprised I haven’t heard you Freek out yet

Yourusername It isn’t the first time i meet her

HUH?!?!

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Formula1Gossip Taylor Swift once again spotten in the paddock, this time in red, she was also seen in the Ferrari garage. Is she there to support a special someone? Or is she there because she likes the sport? On our website we did a deep dive!

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User1 Oh? Again?

User2 FERARRI LETS GOOO!!

User3 Maybe she is dating Charles?

User4 Bro have you seen the ‘she’s’ in het songs?!

User5 her hair looks so good!

User6 maybe she is dating Y/n?

User7 Yeah sure grandma, let’s get you back to bed..

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Yourusername posted a story

Taylorswift replied to your story

Great job love🫶

Yourusername Thank you Tay!

See you soon?

Yourusername Yeah, I’ll come to the hotel.

Great, I’ll wait with the food

Yourusername 👍

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WAGnews Taylor Swift once again spotted at the Monaco Grand Prix. This time wearing a Y/n Y/l/n sweatshirt with her number on it. Does this mean that they are together? Or is it just friend supporting friend?

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User8 I think they are just friends, so why is this on the WAG page?

User9 …and they where roommates…

User10 What if Y/n gave her the sweater after Taylor gave her the cardigan??

User11 She looks so happy now! I’m happy for her!

User12 I think that if her and Y/n would be dating they would be a POWER couple with Taylor dominating the music industry and Y/n dominating Formula 1

User13 As the user said on Twitter; the red is getting more and more over the weekend.

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Yourusername What a great weekend was this! p1! And congratulations to Charles with P2! It was as always a very enjoyable weekend and I had some very special people with me🫶 see you in Canada!

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Charles_Leclerc Great job Y/n👍

Taylorswift It was amazing watching this weekend🫶 and congrats on P1!! liked by author

User1 Great job!

User2 Everyone just ignoring the kiss?!?!?!!! I CALLED IT!!!

User3 YEAH!! I WAS SO SHOCKED!!!!

User4 HARD LAUNCH AT RACE!

User5 P1 LETS GOOOO

User6 I think the world just stopped after that kiss

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Yourusername The cats out of the bag I guess…… here is my lovely girlfriend; Taylor! I think you all know who she is, but in case you don’t; she is a amazing sing and songwriter, she is one of the most famous person right now, she is very kind, very passionate about what she does (and also very talented in what she does), very generous and also very funny (she is also a cat lover (she forced me to put that in)). I hope you will all love her as much as I do because you will see us together a LOT more. This is the love of my life, forever and always.

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Taylorswift I LOVE YOUU!!!❤️🫶🫶❤️❤️ liked by author

Taylornation Power couple!!

Y/l/n87 The cutest!

Landonorris traitor

Charles_Leclerc Happy for you!

User7 AAAHHHHHHH

User8 The caption is the SWEETEST thing EVER!!

User9 Her putting Taylor song lyrics in the caption is EVERYTHING to me!!

User10 They are adorable!!

User11 I’m speechless

User12 The compliments are just🥰🙂😊😘🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

User13 Not the cat mention😂😂

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CelebrityGossip After the recent reveal of the relationship from Taylor swift and Y/n Y/l/n, here are some pictures of them that we where sworn to keep private until their relationship as announced. A very cute couple indeed, more pictures on our website

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User1 THEY ARE SO CUTE!

User2 I AM SO HAPPY! I CALLED IT YALL!!!

User3 This is my new Roman Empire

User4 YOU KNEW???? AN GOSSIP ACCOUNTS KNEW AND DIDNT GOSSIP?! THAT IS INSANE!

User5 I remember some of these outfits, and they are from a year ago. So they’ve been together for that long without us knowing?!

User6 Power couple, and hottest couple ever.

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I can't belive you're here. - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: I can't believe you're here.

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts

Warnings: Unprotected sex - p in v (wrap it up unless you’re in a consenting relationship!), Captain kink unlocked, oral & fingering (f receiving), squirting, swearing, surprise visit, if I missed anything, please let me know.

Summary: After a very long time apart due to bad timing, Sarah surprises Quinn on the road. Wearing his jersey, she fulfills one of his long harbored fantasies. The night just gets better when he sees what she has on underneath. 

Word Count: 6,000

Comments:

Hoo boy. This is by far the most depraved thing I’ve written. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

If you did enjoy it, please let me know! Your comments and questions inspire me to keep writing!

To the lovely anon who requested this: I hope it lives up to your expectations. I had so much fun writing it.

Anonymous asked: 'In some ways, he’d love to see his name across her back, but not at a game.' Ohhh, I'd love to see something about this in the future. Later on in their relationship, he's on a roadie and not seen Sarah for 4 weeks due to it and some study trip prior. He has just played either Brady or his brothers who noticed he's really down and missing her, they call Sarah and organise to fly her to his next destination to suprise him after the game. She's waiting in his hotel room, wearing nothing but his jersey to cheer him up after a loss 😉 Or a more wholesome storyline of her first WAG jacket or something aha Absolutely love all your pieces and can't wait to continue reading of their universe xx

I can't believe you're here.

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

Fatigue and failure were deep in his bones as he walked into the hotel. 

Logically, Quinn knew winning streaks always come to an end. It was impossible to have a perfect 82 game season. No one had ever come close to that. 

It didn't matter how much he tried to reason, it still felt like shit to be on the receiving end of a shut out after two straight losses. 

The fact that they were still on the road didn’t help. The fourteen day trek away from home was always terrible, no matter when it fell in the season, but having it come right after Sarah had to be at a conference was torture. It meant he hadn’t seen her in over 12 days. 

It was terrible timing. The day after he got back from the six day Midwest road trip, she left for a seven day ocean conservation conference in Costa Rica. She got back two days after he had to leave again. 

It had been nineteen long days since he'd seen her for more than fifteen hours. 

They talked and sent messages and photos, but it wasn’t the same as talking face to face and kissing her and feeling her skin and smelling her perfume. 

He’d learned from the past and brought her pillowcase with him, but even that was beginning to smell less and less like her.

He only had to get through three more games and five and a half more days before he'd be back home and in her arms. 

One of the team assistants ran up to him in the lobby, “Hughes,” he said, a little breathless, “they changed your room.” 

“What?” he asked, trying to pull himself from his misery and back to the present.

“They had to change your room. Something about the heater being broken,” Sean said. 

“Okay. Petey still with me?” 

“No, they had to separate you,” Sean forced the key into his hand as they stepped on the elevator, “I already moved your bags.” 

He’d slept four quick hours in a room that felt perfectly fine before heading to the pre-game meeting and meal. He couldn’t remember if he’d left his stuff all over the bathroom counter. Hopefully, Sean didn’t have to go through too much trouble. Quinn definitely owed him dinner. 

The room was dark when he walked in. And it smelled like… it smelled like Sarah’s smoky vanilla perfume. 

Fuck. He missed her so much, his mind was playing tricks on him. 

At least he would have a room to himself, and could call her in peace without the threat of Petey listening in. They could probably even get some phone sex in, which hadn’t happened for far too long. 

Then, he would get a full night's sleep before their flight to Chicago. That, in itself, was a rare luxury he was outrageously thankful for. 

When he flipped on the light, the first thing he noticed was the king size bed. The bedspread was mussed, as if someone had been lying on it. Strange for any hotel, but especially one this nice. Rooms he came into often looked so pristine, it was as if no one had ever stepped foot in them before. 

He pushed the worry out of his mind and started toward the bathroom. 

“Hey.” 

Great, now he was hallucinating. It sounded like Sarah was right behind him. He must be more tired than he thought. 

“Quinn?” 

He stopped dead in his tracks, backpack nearly slipping to the floor. If he turned and she wasn’t here, he didn’t know what he’d do. 

A touch grazed his shoulder, and a strong whiff of her perfume made his knees shake. “Sarah?” he asked, hoping against hope. Why would she be here? 

“Yeah,” she said. 

He turned and felt a strange, strangled sort of gasp escape his throat. 

Sarah was in his hotel room. She was here. She was in Boston. How was she here? 

When his brain finally reconciled the fact that she was actually in front of him, he noticed she was wearing his flying skate jersey. 

“I - how?” 

She smiled softly, set his backpack aside and wrapped her arms around him.  

His body caught on before his brain did, hugging her against him fiercely.

Coming home from her conference in Costa Rica, which had been lovely but incredibly socially exhausting, all Sarah had wanted was to fall into bed with Quinn. When she came home to a dark and empty house, it had been a rude reminder he was on the longest road trip of the year. The apartment felt too big without him in it, especially for so long. 

“I missed you so much,” she said into his neck. 

“How did you do this?” he finally asked.

He’d known other players' wives and girlfriends occasionally showed up on road trips, but generally, their partners always knew, and it was usually because they were close by one of their hometowns. 

“Brady called me. He said you were so sad and not yourself on Wednesday, he wanted to do something. So he bought me a ticket and called Brock to get the schedule.” 

He sniffed and she pulled back.

“Oh, Quinn,” she said upon seeing the tears pooled in his eyes.

“I’m just…” The shock of seeing her brought all his emotion up to the surface.

“I know,” she said, pulling him into her again, feeling a few tears slip down her own cheeks. It felt so good to hold him.  

His mouth landed on her neck. It was a comforting thing to taste her skin as they embraced. He mumbled something against her. 

“Sorry?” she asked, trying to pull away so she could see his face. 

He didn’t want to let her go, not even for a second. Instead, he lifted his lips just enough so he could repeat, “I missed you so much.” 

“I know Quinny,” she said, running her fingers into his hair. “I missed you, too, but I’m here now, and we have all night.” 

His mouth was still on her neck, though he’d started moving with more intent, licking and kissing. The shock to his system was giving way to relief and desire. 

Finally fed up with his teasing, Sarah took his jaw in her hands and forced his head up so she could kiss him. 

He sighed into it, and found some way to pull her tighter against him. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew she was wearing his jersey, but the shock of her in his hotel room, seeing her face and her blue eyes and her lips - god her lips, he couldn't get enough of them - stole all of his brain power. Now, as his hands splayed across her back, feeling the numbers patched and stitched there, the reality of it hit him. 

Forcing himself to break away so he could look at her, his knees threatened to buckle when he noticed she wasn’t wearing anything else - not that he could see anyway. The fabric hit her upper thigh, leaving much of her legs bare.

“I -” he tried to say something, but lost the words. 

The idea of wearing his jersey came from Emma. Sarah thought it was cheesy, but Emma assured her he’d love it. She’d surprised Brady at the end of a roadtrip like that, and “I swear his brain, like, short-circuited or something. He just stood there, staring at me for like 30 seconds before he went wild.” 

It didn’t surprise her Quinn didn’t have the same immediate reaction. He was so much quieter than Brady, and from what she could tell, they had a much more subdued relationship than the Tkachuks. 

The way he was looking at her now, though - like she was the thing he'd been anxiously waiting for on Christmas morning - made it all worthwhile.  

“I borrowed it, I hope that’s okay.” 

“Yeah,” he breathed. 

When they were apart, the mechanics of an orgasm could be there, but it just wasn't as good. It could never be. She missed feeling him: his skin, his breath, the rigid length of him inside her.

It wasn’t that she’d been hoping he’d ravish her right away (okay, maybe she had been, but she knew Quinn, and knew he would never react that way), but all this looking without any touching was getting out of hand. Impatience was pulling tight through her stomach. The prospect of finally feeling fulfilled was driving her crazy.

She needed to give him a little nudge. 

Leaning in, she let her lips graze his ear, down to his jaw and then back. He made a soft, breathy noise, and she knew she almost had him.

Just one more push. 

“How do you want me?” she asked, following it up with a slow, open mouthed kiss to the soft spot under his ear. 

Blood rushed from his head so fast he felt dizzy. 

“I want you to ride me in this,” he managed to say, fingering the stripes on the sleeve. 

It was a fantasy he'd harbored since middle school, but had yet to experience. He'd asked his college girlfriend once, and she had scoffed, telling him it would get too hot, which he thought was a strange argument considering a jersey was designed to do the exact opposite. 

Sarah didn’t acknowledge his request other than to start popping open the buttons of his shirt, one after the other. That set him into motion, tugging at his clothing. He couldn’t get it off fast enough. 

Through a jumble of arms and hands, tangling in their effort to get him naked, they found themselves on the bed. Quinn flat on his back, breath heavy with anticipation, and Sarah astride him, trying to game plan her next move. She had on lingerie he’d never seen before and didn’t want it to go to waste, but he wanted her in the jersey, and she couldn’t take anything off without spoiling the surprise. 

He grew impatient as she debated, shifting his hips up, trying to entice her onto him already. “Sarah,” he whined. 

Finally, she decided to just move it to the side, and sink onto him. The stretch after so long was a pleasant burn. 

His eyes rolled back, and his hips jumped, wanting to fill her more. 

“How are you so wet?” he asked. They hadn’t kissed for that long. Usually, it took a little more to get her this soaked. 

A wicked smile spread over her face, “I may have gotten myself off while I was waiting, thinking about finally seeing you again.”

“Fuck.” 

She was a vision. Riding him after so long? Wearing his jersey? Confessing to touching herself in this bed thinking of and waiting for him? He was the luckiest man on the planet. 

She pitched forward to get the right angle, and moaned, loud and earnest. Good thing they moved him two floors up from the team. 

He tried to brace himself, but the fantasy of it, of her being here and wearing his jersey - the golden C winking at him, reminding him of all the work he'd done to get here - knowing his name was on her back made him groan out loud. His restraint stretched until it was paper thin. 

His hands explored under the jersey only to feel something smooth tied at her hip and lace at her ribcage. 

He coughed, “are you wearing lingerie?” 

“Just for you,” she said, meeting his heated gaze with a coy smile. 

He didn’t think this could get any better. Now, his mind was wild with possibilities. 

“Come for me and I'll show you.”

Holy shit. 

The little control he had snapped and he flooded her with a loud groan of her name.

Sarah's hands traced his arms, entwining their fingers before guiding them to rest on either side of his head as she leaned forward to kiss him. 

His chest pressed into hers, catching the scratchy logo on his jersey as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Shaking her head, she pushed herself off of him to go to the bathroom. She needed to clean up and readjust before the next part of her plan could move forward.

He lay there and tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. It was almost too fast for him to remember the way he wanted. The bathroom door opened, and he looked over.

“Alright, captain,” she said, leaning on the door frame. She felt incredibly silly, but relished the way his eyes widened at the nickname, “are you ready to see what I have for you?” 

Oh God. 

He nodded, though he wasn’t sure how he could possibly be prepared for what was coming. 

“Do you want to, or should I?” she asked, fiddling with the hem of his jersey, exposing the little heart tattooed on her thigh. 

“You can.” His voice squeaked a little as he said it, and he blushed. 

Being sexy wasn’t really in her forte, but Sarah tried her best. Lifting the jersey over her head, she thought briefly about tossing it in his face. Deciding that was a step too far, she let it fall to the floor. 

Quinn gaped. 

Most of the time, Sarah wore cotton briefs - occasionally she switched them for lace or a thong, but this was something totally different than what he was used to seeing her in.

For one, the matching set was so sheer, he could see her nipples through the swirling pattern of the black lace. Then, there was the fact that it was obviously made to be removed. The bra tied in front and her underwear tied at the hips, each with a silky black ribbon, like she was a gift for him to unwrap. 

His mind ran away with the thought of tugging the bow on her bra undone with his teeth. 

When she did a little twirl so he could see the back, the breath knocked out of his lungs. She looked so damn good, she might just kill him. His heart might just explode. 

“What do you think?” she asked, walking closer. She could already see how much he liked it in his wide eyes and panting mouth, but she wanted to hear him say it. 

“I -” He didn't know it was possible to get hard so soon after coming. 

“Do you like it, Captain?” 

His breathing hitched. He never thought he'd have a captain kink, but hearing the title come out of her mouth while she was wearing that? He might just develop one. 

Adjusting the bows at her hips so they sat more naturally, Sarah looked at him and repeated, “do you like it, Quinn?” 

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Yes. I love it.” 

She smiled and climbed onto the bed then straddled him. His hands went to her waist of their own volition.

Her hips ground down. 

“You can’t do that,” he said, teeth gritted as he forced the words over a moan. The soft texture of the lace against his cock was incredible. 

“What?” 

“You can’t ride me again. I won’t last and you haven’t come yet.” 

She leaned down so her mouth was inches from his, her breath making him hyper aware of his own mouth and how much he wanted it on her. 

“And what are you going to do about that, Captain Hughes?” 

He topped her so fast that Sarah grunted and let out a little giggle when her back slammed into the mattress. 

“Sorry,” he breathed, only half meaning it as he planted a wet kiss at the base of her throat. He moved down her chest, following the outline of her bra with his mouth. He almost made good on his fantasy of biting it open, but held off. He wanted to watch her fall apart with it on. 

“What were you thinking about when you were getting yourself off?” he asked, kissing over her tattoo. 

“You,” she panted. 

“And what were you imagining me doing?” 

She whined. 

“What was I doing, Sarah?” he asked, lifting his mouth from where he’d just kissed down to the band of her panties. 

“You were eating me out,” she confessed, a blush rising high on her cheeks. 

Sometimes, he wished she would have told him how much she fantasized about and enjoyed oral sex before the first time he’d done it. There were four solid months he could have been pleasing her he would never get back. 

He smirked a little, “is that what you want now?” 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he asked, tracing his fingers up and down her thighs. 

“Yes, Quinn.” 

He tutted, “Yes, what?” he asked as his lips went to her inner thigh. 

The bolt of electricity that fractured up her spine tipped her voice into a high, breathy whimper.

When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question again, ghosting his fingers against the lace of her panties. 

Her hips jumped. “Yes, Captain.” 

Oh, it was definitely a kink now. He couldn’t get over the sound of it coming out of her mouth. 

He made a satisfied noise and hooked two fingers under the lace gusset, pulling it away from her experimentally. The ties pulled taught, but didn't seem to want to slide over her hips. He tugged again, a little harder. 

Flinging a hand down, Sarah grasped the band, “you're going to rip them.”

“I'll buy you more,” he said, almost off handedly, still pulling. 

“Quinn, that's not the point. Please don't.”

The pulling stopped, and he pulled back to look into her face. “Okay. I'm sorry.”

Her face melted into a smile, “thank you.” She reached down to ease the ties over her hips. 

“No,” he breathed. 

Her eyes snapped to his, questioning.

Before she could ask what he wanted instead, he was knocking her hand away and licking one of the ribbons at her left hip into his mouth.

He pulled it away from her with his teeth, eyes growing darker when the bow unraveled and the pieces fell apart. 

Taking his time to kiss and lick his way to the other tie, he repeated the action, and groaned when it also untied so easily. 

He pulled on the whole thing and flung the garment away. It sailed somewhere across the room, ties flailing. 

Sarah bought this set because it was cute and sort of reminiscent of her black bikini he liked so much. She didn't realize what a fetish he would have for the bows. 

Settling back between her legs, she whined as he parted her lips and blew on her hot core. Shivers ran up her spine and down to all her fingers and toes.

“What were you thinking about?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“When you were touching yourself, what were you thinking about me doing?” 

“You were eating me out,” she repeated, confused. 

His laugh chuffed a burst of hot air against her that had her squirming.

“I mean how. What exactly was I doing? 

“You want me to describe it to you?”

“I want to do it for you,” he confessed, voice gravelly. 

She made a little squeaking noise that told him how much that idea excited her.

“Tell me how you want me to touch you,” he said before he leaned in to press his tongue against her, just to feel her twitch. 

Something inside her broke. Even though she felt depraved at the very thought of telling him this, it was too late to go back. The possibility of feeling it had taken over her body and wouldn’t let it go. 

“You had your fingers on my g-spot,” she breathed. 

“How many?” 

She squirmed again.

“How many, Sarah?” he repeated, circling her entrance, enthralled at the way she flexed.  

“Two.” Her mind made her continue and she squeaked, “then three.” 

His eyes widened and shot to hers. “Will they fit?” 

She nodded. “If you get me off first, they should.” 

His eyes were blown dark and full of mischief when he glanced down then back up to meet hers again. “And how was I using my mouth?” 

She moaned out loud just thinking about it. “You were doing that suck and flick thing with your tongue.” 

He had no idea what she meant.

He'd done it before: the night they'd been eliminated from the finals last season, but she couldn't very well bring that up. I want you to eat me out the way you did when you'd had one of the worst nights of your career? There was no way. Maybe if she demonstrated...

“I can show you,” she said, grasping one of his shoulders, “I need a part of you.” 

He toyed for a moment with the idea of presenting her his dick, but if he did that, he wouldn’t want to stop feeling her mouth, which defeated the whole purpose of this. Instead, he crawled over her and tipped his head to expose the column of his throat. 

His eyes rolled back as her open mouth connected with his hypersensitive skin. She ran her tongue over his pulse, following it with her bottom lip, before ending with suction, and a flick with the tip of her tongue.

Moaning, he ground against her hot center when she did it again and again.

He wrenched himself away before he could follow through with his desires to sheath himself and take her any way she would let him. 

Settling back onto his stomach, he shook his head to get back into the right frame of mind before leveling his gaze with her perfect, pretty pearl again. 

He tried to follow the movement of her mouth, and her hips jumped at the feeling. 

“Quinn,” she whined as he eased two fingers into her, curling them against that sensitive spot. “Oh my god.”

He continued on. She could feel the movement of his chin, up and down and in and out with each pass of his tongue. 

“Harder,” she begged. 

He dug his fingers into her soft spot even more. 

Throwing her head back, she moaned loudly. “Oh my god, Quinn. Just like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop.” 

Like he would ever stop when she was at his mercy like this. Grinding into the mattress, he continued on, moaning at the way her body undulated as she moved with him. 

She let out a gasping noise as if someone had forced all the air out of her in one swift hit. Her core began to pulse around his fingers, trying to suck them deeper inside her. 

Tipping her chin back, Sarah sighed as wave after soft wave of pleasure crashed over her.

When she stopped contracting so tightly, he waited until one of her aftershocks passed to work another finger into her. 

Her voice echoed around the hotel room as she cried out. 

He said a silent prayer of thanks to whoever had the wherewithal to separate them from the team. There was no way he wanted anyone, let alone someone who knew them, to overhear this.

“So good, Quinn,” she croaked out. “Feels so full.”

He continued kissing her bundle of nerves the way she wanted, pausing every few passes to suck a little more intensely. 

A surge of pleasure coiled low in her belly, winding tighter and tighter until every breath ended in a moan. She felt so full and stretched open. So… Alive. All other thoughts fell out of her brain except Quinn and his silver tongue and wicked fingers. 

Feeling as if she might just shatter to pieces if she didn't get some relief, Sarah moaned and panted and begged, “please, Quinn. Please.”

She had no idea what she was asking for, but the waves of pleasure kept coming and coming until it was winding up her spine and pulling so tight, she thought it might just wrench every vertebrae apart and fill each gap with the soft promise of her impending release. 

He could feel her high building and kept urging her up the slope. Anxious for her summit, he sealed his mouth to her, milking her clit like her orgasm might just satiate his hunger.

“Quinn,” she gasped, spine arching as her hands abandoned her nipples and rummaged for some way to ground herself. One ended up in his hair, and the other fisted into the bedspread. “Oh my god. I think I'm gonna…” 

Her voice dissolved into a noise he'd never heard her make as her muscles locked around his fingers. He forced them to continue, working through her orgasm. 

Quite suddenly, as pleasure whirled through her veins, a feeling, intense and ferocious, swelled within her.  

As a tsunami of white-hot ecstasy crashed over her, he unlocked a space deep within her she didn't even know existed.

“Oh, fuck! Quinn!”

Something molten erupted in her belly like a long dormant volcano. 

Vaguely, she heard him groan as if every fantasy he'd ever had was being fulfilled. 

Though he knew women could, he’d never seen it in person, never even imagined what feeling her release gush over his hand would be like.

Sometime last season, Beauvillier had gone on and on about making his girl squirt, and Quinn remembered wishing he would keep it to himself. He didn't want to think about that every time he saw them together. 

Now, having experienced it first hand, he understood why Tito wanted to tell everyone he knew. 

Pleasure continued to ripple through her. No high had ever gone on this long. It eased away the tension that had knotted up in her body, until all at once, sensitivity and overstimulation set in.

“Too much, too much,” she croaked, trying to squirm away from his touch. 

He’d been so mesmerized watching her face, he hadn't realized his fingers were still moving. They uncoiled and stilled, and she melted into the mattress as a sigh melted from her lips. 

Her chest rose and fell steeply, the tie of her bra pulling taught with every heavy inhale, making the cups ride up the swell of her breasts. God, she was so beautiful.

It took quite a while for her to come down. He gently eased his fingers out only after she stopped pulsing. 

A whine escaped her throat at the sudden emptiness. 

Slowly coming back to herself, Sarah registered something wet underneath her. 

“Oh my god,” she breathed. “Did I -” her eyes darted to his as her face flushed with the reality of what had just happened, “did you make me squirt?” 

“Yeah," he said, crawling over her again, "and it was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.”

The embarrassment she felt at making such a mess ebbed away with his confession. 

“No one's ever done that to me before. I haven't even been able to.” 

A look of immense pride took over his face. “Did you like it? I mean, it seemed like you liked it.” 

She nodded, “I've never felt anything like it.” 

He brought his lips to hers, and the taste of herself on his tongue made her passion throb to life again. 

“Well, Captain,” she said a little while later, smiling at the way his jaw slackened and eyelids grew heavy at the title. “I think I've got one more round in me. What do you want?” 

He twitched against her. 

“I just want you,” he brought his mouth to her neck. “Want to feel you come on my cock,” he murmured into her skin.

“I think we can arrange for that,” she said, fingers winding into his hair. 

Bracing up on his elbows, his gaze fell to her bra. 

Instead of using his mouth, he twirled one of the ribbons around his finger and pulled gently to ease the bow undone. It fell apart, revealing a knot in the middle. 

“It kept coming undone,” Sarah confessed, hands coming up to help him with the knot, which had pulled incredibly tight amidst her heavy breathing and writhing around.

“I think it's stuck. I can't get it out while it's on me, anyway,” she said, raising her arms above her head. “Here.”

At least he'd been able to remove her bottoms the way he wanted. He eased the lace over the swell of her breasts and helped her lift it off. 

He made love to her the way he did whenever he got home from a long time away - earnestly and full of wonder, compliments falling from his lips like raindrops, as if they didn’t cost a thing.  

“Fuck, Sarah, you feel so good.” 

“I can't believe you're mine.” 

“You're so pretty. I can't stop looking at you.”

“God, I'm so lucky.”  

They didn’t cost him anything, but they made Sarah feel like she was worth a million dollars.

“I love that sound,” he murmured when she gasped in pleasure and followed it with a low moan.  

As he drove into her again and again, he shuttered and moaned, feeling like she was going to shatter him into a million little pieces

He'd been hot all night. A sheen of sweat had spread over his skin as soon as she'd climbed on top of him in his jersey. The prospect of a fantasy being fulfilled sending his body into a frenzy. Working her up to that intense high hadn't been a walk in the park either. He'd been on edge and so focused. Now, he felt like his body was on fire.

She felt and sounded and looked so good. He couldn't think of anything but her.

When she tipped her face to the side with a loud moan, he attacked her jaw and neck with his lips, desperate to taste her again. 

She was here. She was in Boston. She was here, in his hotel, in Boston. He just made her squirt, and he didn't have to be down to the bus until 10 the next morning. He must have been doing something right.  

When he felt her fall apart around his cock, he breathed through it and hung on for dear life, twitching with the bliss of it.

Coming down from her high, Sarah was mesmerized by him. The defined set of his jaw, the sweaty sheen to his skin, how his curls fell over his forehead.

“You're so handsome, Quinn.”

She knew he was holding on, hoping to urge another high from her, but she didn't have one to give him. It was time to send him over the edge. 

Propping up on her elbows, she traced her mouth along his jaw up to his ear. He let out a panicked little whimper. 

“Want to feel you,” she whispered. "Want you to fill me up."

His hips stuttered.

“Come for me, Captain.” 

White spots blipped in his vision and he had no choice but to obey. 

Her name fell from his mouth like a prayer as she pulled him over the edge. 

When they walked back in the room after showering, Sarah realized just how much of a mess she'd made of the bed. There was no way they could sleep in it as it was. 

“Oh no.” 

“What?” Quinn asked, lowering the towel he was running over his hair. 

“We need new sheets and housekeeping is going to know exactly what we've been doing.”

“No they won't.”

She pointed to the bed, “you want to tell me they're not going to know we weren't just having sex?”

He laughed, “fine. So they might know. What does it matter? It's not like we know any of them.”

“It's so embarrassing.”

“What is? That your boyfriend made you come so hard you squirted?”

“No,” she was blushing though, “I mean…no. That was amazing.”

“So what's the worry?”

“I just…I don't want anyone else to see.”

He laughed, “that's fair. I can just ask them to bring some extra bedding. No one has to come into the room.”

She nodded, “okay.”

He called the desk, and despite his insistence he would prefer to make the bed himself, the hotel sent someone up anyway. 

Sarah folded the comforter before hiding in the bathroom. 

Quinn noticed the housekeeper's eyes lingering in one corner of the room. When he glanced over, he saw Sarah’s panties from where he'd thrown them, ties scrawled over the carpet like calligraphy strokes. So much for being discreet.

After giving the woman a tip, he tucked them in Sarah's suitcase before letting her know the coast was clear. 

As they settled into bed, Quinn relished holding her close.

Before sleep could overtake her completely, Sarah needed to set something straight. 

“I hope you know that Captain thing is only for special occasions. There is no way I'm calling you Captain all the time.”

“That’s fine,” he said, laughing. “Makes it more special when you do.”

“To be fair, I didn’t expect you to like it so much,” she said. 

She’d called him Captain as a kind of joke, and half expected him to tell her not to do it again. Quinn didn’t even like pet names. She vividly remembered the way he grimaced the first (and last) time she called him baby.

He ran his fingers through her soft hair. “I don’t know that I would have either. I’ve never had that happen before. You said it, and it went straight to my dick. I think your lingerie had something to do with that.” 

She propped herself up on an elbow. “You liked the lingerie?” she teased, full well knowing the answer. 

He scoffed, “I'm going to dream about it for the rest of this damn road trip.” 

Giggling, she leaned down to kiss him. “Maybe I'll have it on when you get home,” she said against his mouth. 

He groaned, “don't joke about that.” 

“Why not? Wouldn't it give you something to look forward to?” 

“I always look forward to coming home to you.” 

She looked down at him for a long time, memorizing the love in his eyes. “I love you, Captain Hughes,” she said before lowering her mouth to his to tell him that way too. 

“Tease,” he chided when she pulled away. 

She smiled and settled back, laying her head on his chest. 

“I love you, too,” he whispered into her hair before they fell asleep. “I can't believe you're here.”

The next morning, Sarah put his jersey back on and put his morning hard on to good use - slower this time so he could remember it properly.

After room service breakfast and a very steamy shower, he walked her down to the lobby to catch her car to the airport. 

“I love you,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“I love you too.”

“Thank you for coming.” 

“You're welcome. You should really be thanking Brady, though.”

He watched her pull away before heading back to his room to pack his bag. 

On the elevator ride, Quinn did just as Sarah suggested. 

Love you man. I owe you big time. 

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I got an ask for Dally & Two-bit friendship hc's but it got lost/tumblr kidnapped it away from me 💔😞 so I hope whoever asked this see's this 🙏

These two are actually so funny together and everyone just forgets that

With Dally's sarcasm and unhingeness(??) And Two-bit's humor and one off comments, I fear they may be the funniest duo in Tulsa 😞

Two-bit will comment on something or make fun of someone and then Dally comes in and just adds onto it, so now they're just going back and forth, feeding off of each other

They're even worse when they're talking about a soc 😭 they are RUTHLESS with their insults, they'll find things that someone didn't even know they could be insecure about

Truly they're an unstoppable duo cuz when they steal they almost always get away with it

Two-bit is known for stealing but Dally is also pretty good at it too

When they're working together to steal they could literally just take ANYTHING

If they really wanted they could probably steal a TV and get away with it 😭

Dally always says be sneaky but Two-bit always says "just act like you're supposed to have it and they won't take it from you"

They'll use each other as distractions too if they really need too

They somehow became the designated babysitters (aka make sure Pony doesn't get in big trouble or Darry will kill them and make sure Johnny doesn't get jumped again)

Since Dally always hangs out with Pony and Johnny (Mostly Johnny) and Two-bit always hangs out with them (Mostly Pony) they end up just grouping together

Sometimes all 4 of them hanging out turns into "let's watch Dallas do something illegal and see if he can get away with it" or "let's watch Two-bit do something incredibly stupid and dangerous and see if he lives"

As you can imagine Two and Dally are great entertainers

Whenever all 4 of them are together the most common phrase said is "Don't tell Darry"/"don't tell Darry that I let you do that" cuz let's be honest if Pony OR Johnny got into some serious trouble or hurt Darry would be enraged

These two are an unstoppable duo when it comes to fighting

In rumbles these two on their own or working together during a rumble are CRAZY, everyone better WATCH OUT 😭

These two become UNHINGED during a fight, especially when they're feeding off of each other's energy lol

These two also can plan pretty well, they'll discuss who is gonna stay by Pony and Johnny (if they go) and who's gonna be in the middle of the rumble

They prefer it when they both get to be in the middle of all the chaos lol

Two-bit talks while Dally listens

Two could talk for hours about literally everything and nothing and Dally will just sit there and listen

Once in awhile Dally will comment on something or answer a question if Two-bit asks him something but usually Two-bit is the one talking

One might think that Dally isn't listening or comprehending anything Two says but he is AND ITS NOT CUZ HE'S NICE (he is,, we've discussed this 😭😭)

Dally will remember things Two-bit might have said a week ago and Two-bit is genuinely surprised everytime, not because no one remembers things he says but because he knows he talks SO MUCH 😭

Two made Dally into a secret mickey mouse fan

If Two is at the Curtis's house and he's watching mickey mouse then Dally will just sit and watch with him

He's sat through so many animated shorts that he's actually a little excited when he walks in and Two already has it on

Two-bit knows Dally likes watching the cartoons too but he'll never say anything about it because he knows Dally will get embarrassed lol

Sometimes tho after they turn off the TV Dally will comment on it (Dal: I didn't like that episode. Two: ya didn't? Dal: No, I wasn't really watchin it but I didn't like the bits I saw.) (His ass is LYING he WAS watching it 😭😭😭)

No one really thought they were close so it comes as a suprise

I like to think they're pretty close with each other and try to hang out time to time

The rest of the gang didn't really expect them to be friends, since they're both pretty different

Dally has the broody loner front that he puts up while Two-bit is loud and almost EVERYONES friend

Two has definitely brought Dally's friendly side out more tho (only with the gang tho 😭)

OK 👏

I hope these were good and ofc we all know my disclaimer by now 😭 if these are ooc I am sorry 🙏😭 but yeah anyway these were really fun to do and these guys are a fun duo to think abt!!

Fell free to add onto these or ask for more hcs!! I really like doing these type of posts for characters!!

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the name's Raine

Minor!!! (Be careful of what you tell me. No creeps!)

they/them, genderfluid

lesbian since birth

asexual but enjoys bdsm culture & community (so don't get suprised if i reblog a horny/bdsm post)

maradures and good omens fandom mostly

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She's My James

word count: 4,839 -- 2/2 chapters

It was supposed to be a normal Wednesday evening in Remus and Sirius’s flat… During the first Wizarding War with Voldemort, Sirius Black opens the door to his brother, barely able to hold Pandora Rosier’s body as he begged his older brother to save her. “She’s all I have. She’s my James, Sirius.” The main idea was given by @sebbianas on Tumblr, I simply expanded it.

Crucio!

word count: 574 -- 1/1 chapters

Based on a pin I saw on Pinterest that I saw and somebody asked for a one-shot. So I wrote it. The pin’s link: https://pin.it/4FbLkA3 Young James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter being called to Professor McGonagall’s office for the very first time (a day or two into their first year) because they set off a box of dungbombs in the Great Hall. The four being nervous, but Sirius. Smiling and assuring him that it will be alright, that the pain will eventually go away, but that it gets worse if you try to fight it, so it’s best to just lie down and let it wash over you. The others being extremely confused. Remus nervously asking, “Sh-she wouldn’t really use that spell, would she?” James shaking his head and saying, “She can’t; it’s illegal. Nobody can…” Sirius being the one confused because isn’t it normal for the adults in charge to cast red spells that cause pain whenever the children do something wrong?

keep in mind i wrote this about 3 years ago. I was new to the maradures fandom and my english was no where to where it is now. it's not my cup of tea anymore, mainly becuase i don't believe that walburga used crucio on sirius or regulus and her abuse was more emotional/mental rather than physical. but i posted it again because i thought someone else would like it.

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Photo via : Pinterest

๐ JOEL MILLER x Fem Reader ๐

Pre - Outbreak

Warnings : adult language, smut, possible grammar errors, dominance, teasing, use of y/n

Pls let me know if I missed any!

Summary : Joel needs to de-stress and you help him.

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You heard a weak knock at your door and you knew who it was. Joel. You knew it was him coming over cause he had a rough day just like every other time. It bothered you a bit that Joel only came over for such purpose but you never said anything. You always made up excuses as why Joel seemed to never want anything “serious” and you just respected it.

“Y/N!”

“Yeah Joel I’m coming” you yelled harshly

You opened the door to grumpy Joel

“Joel you scared me jeez, don’t be so loud”

He didn’t respond to you just made his way in and plopped down on your sofa.

“Can you get me a beer sweetgirl,” he said

You rolled your eyes and went to get Joel a cold one from the fridge. You handed it to him and sat yourself next to him.

It was silent.

“So..” you said. “I’m guessing you had a bad day”

“Ofc I did,” Joel replied surprisingly calmly

“Come here baby girl”

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder and rubbed his chest with your hands. He cupped your ass cheek with one of his big rough hands and sipped on his beer in the other.

You had always liked his touch. His broad rough working man hands made you tingle.

“Get on topa me baby”

You did as you were told and faced him and began to move around a little to tease him. You knew what you could do to him and you used it to both of your advantages.

“Keep acting like that and I’m gonna fuck you so fucking good baby”

Smiling at his words you began to grind even more on him. You weren’t even trying to tease him at this point. You actively just grinded on him and to no suprise felt him harden against your pussy.

He grabbed you by the throat, and picked you up and made out with you while he walked you to your bedroom. His lips soft but desperate and greedy, you could tell that he wanted it badly. You couldn’t even keep up with him eating your face at this point.

“Mm Fuck baby I need you,” he said moaning through the make out.

“Use me Joel I want you to use me,” you manage to get out being breathless from the make-out.

He placed you in the center on the bed and stripped in front of you. Starting with his shirt revealing his toned dad bod. Then unbuckling his belt..almost throwing it on the floor but catching It before it fell. He took this belt and tied your hands to the head board instead. You looked at him innocently not knowing what he was doing because it was unlike what you have done before. But you let him take control.

“Your gonna get used tonight and your gonna be a good girl for me with your hands tied up.

You nodded.

“See this..” he said with his cock in his hands. “Your gonna take this in your mouth and your gonna make daddy feel good..Yea?

“Yes daddy” you replied

He got in-front of you waiting for you to take him in your mouth. Sometimes you got lost in your mind thinking about how big he was. So you just stared at his throbbing cock.

“Heyy!” he said grabbing your face and shaking it.

You took his tip into your mouth immediately. Licking the pre-cum and moving your tongue around it gently. You widened your mouth and took more of him while bobbling your head back and forth and occasionally just focusing on the tip.

“Atta girlll” he groaned leaning his head back

“I love it when you make daddy feel so good”

You felt him twitching in your mouth and knew he was going to cum soon so you picked up the pace. Your mouth hurt and there was drool and spit dripping down your chin. You chocked which made tears fall from your eyes.

“Come on baby your doing so good” he said

“Make me come baby make me come” groaning through his words and his raspy tone

He grabbed your hair and fucked you face until he finished.

“Uhhh yeah baby mhm!” “I love your pretty fucking mouth.”

He pulled out, and you were a sloppy mess. Eyes teary, hair messy, wetness coming from every opening on your face that someone managed to reach your bust.

He wiped your face with his shirt he took off, and freed your hands.

“Thank you baby” he sighed

He kissed you softly. It was long and you didn’t want to stop. Everything about it just lightened some thing up in you. Your foreheads and nose touching, the way his hands felt on your face..it was just something you never got used to.

He pulled away and you moaned softly.

“I gotta go,” he said while hurriedly putting his clothes back on.

“Okay,” you said biting your lip

He paused for a second. Like he was waiting for you to come and walk him to the door and say your final “byes.” But you just lied there facing the ceiling and thought about how you couldn’t keep screwing Joel anymore if it meant not having him. Not having him but HAVING HIM. To call yours.

You freed yourself from your thoughts and looked up and he was gone.

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ren

does eren have my whole heart? yes (>o<) 

here you go eren, take it

now a little blurb because this non-existent man is sending me into heat.....

DNI IF NOT 18+

author’s note: this turned into a little more than a blurb.....i simply could not help it!!!!! free me from eren’s hold plz :((((((

also! i did not look for errors or misspelling so please lmk if there's something that needs fixing! enjoy the story<33

eren swears that he’s not a mushy person, he’s just simply a result of his environment. and when he’s surrounded by you, there’s no way he wouldn’t fall victim to the silent killer called love. 

 eren’s love for you is constant, and while it ebbs and flow, it always remains. 

yet, he finds himself recalling these specific instances in where the love he feels for you is almost too much, like if he truly recognized it in its entirety and sat with the gravity of it, his heart might explode.

eren’s brain is like a little kaleidoscope of memories, and there's specific ones with you that only capture half of his feelings. if asked, he doesn’t know if he’d really be able to explain it, if there are even any words to cover feeling one thing so strongly towards another person.

eren remembers sitting on the couch, watching the raider’s game. he couldn’t help the way his ears perked up at the little chit-chat between you and his mom. 

“is he still a slob? i swear that boy needs to learn how to pick up after himself!” carla teased, to which you grinned with a reply of, “tell me about it, i think he just attracts mess.”

the both of you found that way too funny, your shared laughter falling over eren’s ears. he turned over his shoulder to look into the kitchen, watching his mom hip bump you as the two of you smiled. 

he decided to let your little jabs slide for now. he was going to turn back and watch the football game, but he couldn’t help but watch as his mom shared the ingredients to her ‘top-secret’ homemade cookie recipe with you. 

he watched as you began rolling some dough in your hands, with the question of “like this?” to which carla smiled with a “yes, yes, that’s perfect!” 

his ears tuned in as she asked you about your life, about things outside of eren. he loved that about his mom, her eagerness to know you as a person separate from him. and what he loved about you was the eagerness you felt to love the people he did. 

he turned back to the screen, the ref calling something on some play as he grinned from ear to ear, the two of you still chuckling in the kitchen.

eren will tease you about your obsession with pinterest, but in some instances, it’s okay, a worthwhile obsession, some would say. 

like right now, you in your pretty little sundress, rambling about how you made this charcuterie board from instructions on pinterest. it was a beautiful day, the sun out, beaming on your skin. you had your hair up as you rummaged through the picnic basket.

you were still going on about all these recipes you found, grinning all the while. and god, you looked so beautiful, eren doesn’t know how much more he could take. and suddenly, his lips were on yours, so sudden that it took even him by suprised.

so...., that shut you up. “o-oh,” you said softly, heat rushing to your cheeks. “just as a little thank you,” eren joked, “made such a pretty picnic, baby.” 

you were cheesing at that, with a soft, “thank you, ren.” eren was starting to get hungry looking at all this food, “now c’mon let’s eat,” he grumbled, reaching for one of the star shaped sandwiches, only to be cut off by your hand slapping his. 

“patience! we have to eat everything in a specific order,” you chastised, eren just chuckling before he listened to your instruction. 

“you roll em’ so sloppy, angel,” eren laughed softly, grabbing the messily rolled joint from your fingers. “ren!” you barked, no bite attached to it as you hit him in the arm.

“doesn’t really matter,” he continued, licking the re-rolled joint to seal it, “don’t needa know how to roll cause you’re so pretty,” his inflection went up on the last part teasing you as he began to litter messy kisses along your neck and shoulder. 

“st-stop it!” you laughed softly, fumbling for the joint in eren’s hands, “jus’ give it here,” you pleaded around giggles, eren eventually subsiding his movements and handing it to you.

“want me to light it for you?” he asked, to which you nodded, placing the joint in between your lips. the flame flickered between the two of your faces, a stark and short burst of light in the dimly lit room. you took a deep inhale, puffing out an exhale before handing it over to eren. 

after a few passes between the two of you, eren was turning to you, his eyes clear enough to say something he had so many times before. you simply just parted your lips, eren’s lips brushing yours as he blew smoke into your mouth. 

“s’good,” he hummed softly before pulling back. time passed, hell if you could say how much, and you were now in eren’s lap. frank ocean’s nights was softly playing in the background as eren’s hand rubbed patterns into your thigh. 

your lips were connected in a sloppy kiss, your shared whimpers melting into the others tongue. before you and eren started dating, you would smoke together, and eren would always proclaim that he was ‘touchy’ when he was high.

that was still very much true. 

“ren,” you whined, grinding down on eren’s lap as his hands found purchase on your tits, groping them through the soft cotton material of your shirt. 

“yeah? fuck, what y’need baby, what y’need me to do?” you could feel his hard-on pressing against the swell of your ass, lust taking you over as you pressed down harder against him. 

“fuck,” he sighed before grinning lazily, his hands moving from your breasts and down to your hips as he began rocking you against him. “dry humping like fucking teenagers,” eren’s voice was low, gravely, “that’s how needy you get me, angel.”

you were full on moaning now, the friction against your clit making you see stars. “gonna cum for me baby? gonna let me make you feel good, gonna make you feel so good, all for me, yeah?” eren had a tendency to ramble when high, but god if you weren’t grateful. 

his voice was the final thing to tip you over the edge, your climax tainting the cotton fabric of your panties. eren didn’t allow your hips to stutter, rocking you against him faster as he began to choke on his words, “oh-oh! yeah, gonna, gonna--fuck!” 

eren’s cum painted the grey fabric of his sweats as the both of you panted, coming down from your highs. you whined, wishing you could feel his cum deep inside of you. 

little did you know, you were muttering that exact thought under your breath. “yeah?” eren huffed, his hand coming up to find purchase around your neck, “we can make that happen, baby, don’t you worry.” 

eren doesn’t think he’s ever heard someone yell so loud for a team, and he’s pretty sure his dad would die for the rams. but, god, if he’s not about to crack up on court when he hears you yelling, “yeah, ren, come on, break some ankles!” 

his teammates don’t even tease him about it, they just simply pat him on the shoulder with, “you bagged a keeper.”

and they’re right. the way you wait outside the locker room after each game. if it’s a win, your face perks up when you hear the door to the lockeroom creak open, and you’re bounding into eren’s arms, not even affected by how sweaty he is, just littering kisses against his face with murmurs of “so proud of you, baby,” and “you did so good!”

if it’s a loss, your face still perks up, but your eyes droop when you see him. it’s always a soft, “m’sorry, ren” and a soft kiss and similar mutters, “did so good, baby,” and “i can kill them if you want.”

and as his number one supporter, you wear his practice jersey to every game and you’re always in the front row, that pretty little grin on your face. and that’s his motivation as he crosses this dude in front of him up, the crowd murmuring “ooh,” and “damn!” as eren goes in for the layup. 

“connie you’re a fucking cheater,” you jokingly shouted, connie laughing as he held his hands up. “don’t be mad that i’m better y/n, you know it’s alright to lose. we lose some, we win some, or in your case, we lose some and we lose some more, it’s alrig-”

connie yelped as you began lunging for him, the two of you eventually running around the house, you chasing connie with a promise of “i’m gonna fucking corndog you so hard!” 

eren couldn’t help but laugh with mikasa as he watched you and connie stare at each other over the couch, connie pretending to go one way but juking and going the other, “you fucker!” you laughed, sprinting down the hallway to catch up wit him.

eren loves how good you are with his friends. from the moment you first met them, you were already a part of the group. and mikasa really liked you, so that was a major green flag.

you had the approval of every monumental person in his life, meaning there was only one thing left to do.....

eren swore to never be the groom to cry when his bride walked down the aisle, but, fuck, he understands it now. 

you, in a stunning white dress, walking towards him and vowing to be his forever. life couldn’t get much better than this. 

and as he watched you take each step, tears collecting along your waterline too, he thinks back to all those moments. all the times he couldn’t cope with the totality of his love for you. he wants you to feel his love in its entirety, he wants his love for you to always let you know that you are enough and more. 

and that’s what he conveys through those two simple words. 

i do. 

                                   you may now kiss the bride!

[tanzoshi]

@corrchoigilt​​​ said ; 1 and 2? >>  /  𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐄.

1. What made you pick up this character?

Oh boiiiiii I’LL TRY TO MAKE THESE SHORT BC- now I have 7 swords in this blog 😳👉👈 (not counting tsuru who’s on his own blog) but if it ends up getting hella long then let’s just say that I think they are all cool and neat ✨

KASEN KANESADA: I’ll be honest here and say that initially, I picked him bc of his rather funny personality ARIOTUEORIT; If I had to describe his personality, (or at least how I perceive him); I would probably use the word ‘peacock-like’ behavior. Kasen is that kind of person that goes around self proclaiming himself to be this really cultured person and blabbering about elegance which aside from being funny, I find that its quite an interesting contrast when one takes in consideration his backstory; bc on one hand, you have the origin of his name that comes from the 36 Immortals of Poetry, (that were a group of 36 japanese poets selected as examples of the best of poets) yet on the other hand, ironically, Kasen’s former master also happened to kill 36 of his vassals; so the game alongside stage plays and the anime tend to play with this contrast between this elegance attributed from the meaning behind his name and this violent streak that he inherited from his previous master that we only really get to see him display on the battlefield . In a way these two traits kind of seem like oil and water, but somehow they happen very naturally to Kasen.

Aside this, he’s kind of a tsundere and implied to be kind of a ‘know-nothing know-it all’ kind of person which I love to see on characters tbh 

SHOKUDAIKIRI MITSUTADA: Visually speaking, it was kind of love at first sight when I saw him for the first time 😳😳😳 HE REALLY HIT ALL THE NAILS LIKE; all black clothes + hair covering one eye + eyepatch, + the black & golden color palette ??? His design really appeals a lot to me bc its stuff I think looks really cool on characters (you can notice this in some charas I wrote in the past like; robin, izou, dantes, ahem-) that aside; when it comes to his personality, I was pretty suprised when I first read about him bc in contrast to his cool looks, his personality is kind of like a puppy- he’s friendly and really nice! he may look kind of intimidating at first glance but in reality, it’s all part of his dream to look ‘cool’; he’s always very concerned about looking ‘cool’ (kind of like Charlemagne in fate!), perhaps as a means to hide the fact that his name comes from a time where he happened to cut through a bronze candlestick holder, which he thinks is not a really cool explanation;;

“ I'm Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. I'm a katana that was once used by Lord Date Masamune. I don't harbor any bad feelings towards Lord Masamune, but my name comes from a time when I killed someone and happened to cut a candlestick that was nearby at the same time... Although it really was a bronze candlestick holder, it would've been cooler if it had been something a bit more durable. “

That aside, the fact that he was a sword that belonged to Date Masamune is pretty interesting on its own, so when I found about this I knew that I had to read about him 😳 not to mention that besides usually liking bastards, I have a soft spot for genuinely friendly and kind characters, to which he certainly fits that category (besides being kind of a malewife)

HESHIKIRI HASEBE: THIS GUY- I explained more in depth on a previous ask about the reasons as of why I picked him, so i’ll just try to summarize it. Basically, I used to be kind of indifferent about him for the longest time until he began appearing more and more on my pinterest dash, and i kind of fell for his funny personality and how cool artist made him look! so naturally I had to read about him;;; I picked Heshi bc to me, his personality, story and the way his character was interpreted in the game are very interesting to me. Although when I picked him I didn’t see the anime, once I did, I was able to take a closer look at his personality and the reasoning behind his actions and it all sort of helped solidify my apreciation for him. I find that putting the memes aside, he’s a pretty complex character that once you get to understand; his actions and thoughts sort of click bc it all ties back to his past in a way that you can understand why it affects him the way it does in the present. I won’t blabber much about him bc otherwise this will get much longer than intended but the conclusion to all of this is that i love him yes-

ISHIKIRIMARU: I LOVE HIM- THAT’S IT- His character makes me feel all at peace bc of how naturally gentle he is and how kind his voice sounds !!😭😭😭 His story is also pretty interesting bc!! compared to the other swords that have ‘actual’ stories tied to them, on his case, there are no specific accounts of a particular sword named ‘Ishikirimaru’ ,in the sense that his character seems to be influenced by -various- accounts. As far as I remember, the majority of these swords he seems to have been based on have this common trait of being sort of sacred swords; The most obvious influence seems to be the case of this one sword that had a reputation for being used to heal swellings and tumours, tho there’s also another case of a sword that could cut through stone as well, and so on. Besides his looks and story, what got me to want to attempt to write him was to try to explore this sort of conflict he has about now being used not to heal, but to be used on the battlefield; to injure, to kill; which are things that are veryyyy different to what he’s used to doing; which was to stay at a shrine and help heal people. Swords that were like Ishikirimaru were usually kept at shrines and not actually meant to be used on the battlefield so now that he’s been materialized on this second life, he has to come to terms with this new task that pretty much is the contrary to what he was made for, and i dunno! I always find interesting when characters have these inner conflicts

MIKAZUKI MUNECHIKA: LE JIJI !! he was alongside Kashuu one of the first characters that drew my attention when I found out about touken ranbu; he’s kind of like the face of the game, kind of like how artoria is the face of f.ate g.rand o.rder in a way. Mikazuki fits the kind of characters I tend to like which are old spirits (example; casgil, zhongli, many fate servants, basically spiritually peepaws) tho mikazuki’s personality isn’t grumpy or tired; he’s more nonchalant and calm, a lil sneaky as well! I really like this old-man-like attitude he has and how despite being part of the Tenka Goken (a group of swords famous for their history and beauty), he’s very relaxed?? he doesn’t really go around flashing how cool he is; he just sits on a corner and drinks his tea with his lil old man laugh- One thing I find interesting about Mikazuki which also brought me to pick him (which is a thing Tsurumaru also shares) is just how truly old the sword actually is- like, historically speaking, Mikazuki comes from the Heain period which is suuuper old, and this of course carries a lot of history with it, which is reflected on his character and the way he acts, and I don’t mean just his old man kind of personality, I mean it in the way that it’s commonly thought that the reason why Mikazuki is rarely surprised or carries such a calm disposition comes in great part bc of his long history of existence, which of course carries with itself a lot of experience. Another thing I like about him is how due to his long history of existence, he kinds of becomes the sword that others come to in order to ask advice to, i like these kind of characters that are able to offer comfort and guidance in their own mysterious ways, they always know what to say and when to say the things other’s need to hear the most. So yeah! Aside his obviously wonderful design (which is fitting considering his position as part of the Tenka Goken) I love how much history can be traced and incorporated on his character as now a sentient individual.

NAGASONE KOTETSU: He fits the chill giant that looks kinda scary at first glance but is actually pretty kind and considerate trope and I love him for that OIUTROIUTYR but!! he’s not just that!! Nagasone has a story that is super interesting as well and that I think the game was able to translate into his character in a very neat way- Basically Nagasone’s source of conflict to say (or well, on his case, he manages to find even more strenght in his nature) is that he’s a counterfeit— and he’s very much well aware of this, yet this does little to stop him from always wanting to give his very best and to prove to himself that despite his nature, he can be just as good as the real thing, which hits when u take in consideration that he has to somewhat daily cope with Hachisuka’s distaste towards him for being a Kotetsu counterfeit. I always had a soft spot for characters that despite their nature still fight to be the best version of themselves they can be, and Nagasone is a really neat example of this.

Another thing that I found super interesting about him is how despite being the sword of Kondo Isami (the leader of the Shinsengumi) he’s able to keep a very objective view, and is able to keep his head cool in the sense that although he values Kondo a lot, he’s able to put his bias to the side and seems to not strictly adhere to the rules of the shinsengumi as how some other swords would when it comes to their respective previous masters and backgrounds. I read that in the musical when he ordered to retreat from a battle, upon being questioned about this decision, he said that the rules didn’t save the shinsengumi from their downfall ;; and this is something that really caught my attention because its common to see in touken ranbu characters, the swords being deeply tied to their past owners and background; example Yasusada with Okita Souji and so on. Also despite his rather chill attitude, he’s pretty mature (putting aside his bickering with Mutsunokami OIRUYRIOUY) I read that in one recollection he talks about this common thing swords experience which is facing their previous master in the past and having this need to want to save them from their ends and change the past (when the swords deep down know they shouldn’t); to which he views this whole matter as the kind of things more immature swords would lean to, and I found this interesting bc unlike swords like Heshikiri who feel bitter about their previous masters, Nagasone actually cherished Kondo, so for him to be able to understand quickly that this is not a choice they can decide on reflects his maturity when it comes down to serious matters. IN GENERAL I THINK HE’S REALLY COOL OKOK ✊😌

OOKURIKARA: FINALLY, THE LAST- Ookurikara fits the kind of characters i´ve always liked which are basically;; the rancid type; Ookurikara does not want to get along with anyone nor wants anyone to reach to him, and he is pretty dang direct about this as most of his dialogue lines make reference to how he does not seek to make friends or get along with anyone,,, not even with the master! he’s a solitary individual and the kind that doesn’t seem to find this as a suffering; from a quick glance one may think this solitary and very highly independent behavior seems kind of random, that is until you take in consideration that Ookurikara is a mumeitou, which means he’s a sword that lacks its sword smith’s signature. The signature on a blade is a symbol of the swordsmith’s pride on his work, usually swords become a mumeitou when they get shortened since the grip part where the signature usually would be is the part that gets cut, which is likely what happened with Ookurikara’s case; now fandom seems to interpret that all of this translates into his behavior in the fact that by not having his swordsmith’s signature on him, it basically means he’s free real state tm, which means that he’s free to do as he wishes bc if he doesn´t belong to anyone, then why should he follow orders? I like this explanation bc it makes a lot of sense when u think about it; and of course just like all swords, if you send him to kiwame he eventually undergoes through his own character development from which he comes to realize the importance of companionship and of allowing others to help him. What i like about him and one of the reasons as of why i picked him as a muse is because besides the rancidness and his ties to Fudo Myo-O, there is a lot of room for character growth through interactions; he’s the kind of character that does need an external force in order to come to terms with many things bc he is rather stubborn himself and tends to stay inside his own shell

2. How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

answered here !

[sharkiethrts]

Heyy!! I saw your post on Kenma's birthday requests. I wanna see how dad!Kenma would react from a birthday surprise from his wifey (reader) and mini him after a long day at work. 😍 either in a form of hc or scenario is fine. 😃

Happy Kenma Birthday Yuumin! Friday will be your lucky day! Angst if you squint, ONLY if you squint.

I scheduled this directly on his birthday, 12:00 Am, 16th October 2020 MYT!

KENMA BIRTHDAY SPECIAL #1

the header isn’t mine! I got it from Pinterest,  @iwachan on Pinterest!

- he was so tired at work.

- a CEO of overworking himself. 

- as his very loving wife, you decided to set a birthday surprise for him

- your plan was to send him a message, with a writing of--

“don’t come home, thanks.”

- When you sent that, you didn't realise how suspicious it would’ve sounded to him if you were the person receiving this message from the other line.

- You received a reply in two seconds.

- He has always been quick to reply to your message.

“Don’t you want to go on a date?”

- You gulped the guilt that built itself slowly into your heart.

“What? What special day is it today? just come home after seven, I have friends over rn <3″

- You could almost feel him frowning like a betrayed kitten at your reply.

“Okay”

- Since you were extremely hyped to finish your work of birthday surprise, you have completely forgotten to send him an “I love you”, that you usually send-- Instead, you logged off discord and decided to start baking. My dumbass thought that kenma may use discord to communicate with all his friends. 

- that made him worry more.

-so he decided to initiate the first contact first.

“love you, honey”

It was not replied to. 

- It didn’t help that discord didn't have a feature to show whether you had seen the message or not. (another feature that I dislike)

- on the other side, you were struggling trying to read the recipe as you slowly got everything ready.

- but on his side, he unmuted his notification and waited for your reply.

- you didn’t reply.

- when it was eight, he decided to drive home.

- hoping that you’d be at home.

- but when he saw the lights switched off (obviously you hoping that he’d turn on the lights so you could surprise him), he thought you were not at home.

- he sighed quietly before unlocking the door.

- he was hoping to cuddle with you for the night, as he just had a bad day from your texts and from all the stress he had usually received whenever advertisement offers were given to him.

- he took a deep breath before opening the door, on the verge of tears.

- but when he turned on the lights, he felt all of the thoughts fall off his shoulders, 

“SUPRISE!”

- that night, you finally saw your usually disengaged husband cry in your arms.

‘I thought you didn’t want me anymore. I thought you had run away.”

Tag #kenmabirthdayspecial or go to my blog for more Kenma Specials.

[dekuspet]

Lust for Power - Part III

Keigo Takami/Hawks x Reader x Touya Todoroki/Dabi

Parts:

Part I / Part II / Part III

Genre: Angst, Smut

Notes and Warnings: This isn't threesome, lots of cursing, violence, cheating and angst ahead. Pictures are not mine. I got it from Pinterest. CTTO.

THIS IS SMUT. NO MINORS ALLOWED.

Summary: Hawks want to become the top hero to protect you from Enji Todoroki AKA Endeavor. But as time passed by, he forgot the latter part. Dabi, bestfriend of Hawks and the one you least expect the most to help you, comforted you.

-

The sound of dripping water from the faucet is the only sound you can here at the room. You are happy that Keigo finally go home.

You swallowed, feeling guilty because Keigo caught you with Dabi.

You aren't even doing anything nor cheating, why are you guilty?

"Songbird.", Keigo's voice send shiver down your body. You held your breath. He doesn't sounds so happy calling you.

"Y-yes?", you didn't turn around. He chuckled.

"Why do you sound so nervous?", he asked hugging you from behind.

"Breathe.", he whispered to your ear. You breathe heavily.

"You're making me feel bad, Y/N.", he held your wrist painfully and brought you to the sink. You look at the mirror and you saw how his eyes look down on you, making you feel like you're so small.

He opened the faucet in the sink. He held you wrist with his gloved hands.

"Go wash your hands. This hands seems dirty.", Hawks eyes darkened as he remembered seeing you hitting Dabi while laughing. It disturb him a lot.

"What are you saying baby?", you laughed at him yet you wash your hands.

"Stop meeting Dabi when I'm not around.", he said.

"You are not even going home. Who am I supposed to be with? I don't even have friends. I feel lonely here. And besides, he just asked me to heal his scars and we watched movie, just like before. Why are you suddenly like this?", you looked at Hawks in the mirror.

"So are you saying it's my fault? I'm not always here so you'll flirt with my friend?", you looked at him, shocked.

"What? You're unbelievable! I am your wife! He is your friend! Don't you trust me, him?", you turned off the faucet and removed his hands on your waist. You are about to walk out of the scene but one of his feather close and locked the bathroom.

"I am doing this, all for you. I worked hard and stay up late, for your security! So we can finally have peace! Why are you such an ungrateful bitch?", you're suprised, tears running down your cheeks. You never like anyone screaming at you, let alone Keigo. Is this really Keigo? You never heard him call you bitch, unless you're having sex.

Guilt shows at Keigo's face as he saw your tears. He went near you and hugged you, as he covered you with his wings. You felt very warm.

"I-I am sorry. I'm just jealous. Please don't meet Dabi again. So we will not have anything to fight again. Please, Y/N. I just don't want to lose you. I feel so threatened. You should only laugh with me, no one else. Everything about you should just be mine, mine alone.", he whispered to you. You hugged him back. Maybe, stress and pressure made him like this.

This is all for you. You should be thankful.

"I am sorry, Keigo. I'm really sorry. I will not meet Dabi without you. I'm sorry.", you burried your head to Hawks' chest. You didn't saw the smirk that left his face.

He turned you around and you hit the sink. He release you from his wings as he kissed you and you immediately responded. You jumped to him and lock your legs around his waist. He raised you so you can sit at the sink.

"I love you. I love you. I love you.", he muttered everytime your lips parted. You moaned as you felt his bulge growing at his pants. You're wet. You rubbed yourself to his bulge. He chuckled.

"Remove my gloves.", he said looking intently at you. He brought his hands to your mouth. So you bite the gloves off. His eyes are now full of lust.

"Say ahh, baby bird.", he said as you opened your mouth. You suck his fingers as you look at him innocently. He moaned. He held you up as he removed you bottom. You helped him.

He removed his hands from your mouth. He aligned his wet hands to your core, touching it softly.

"You're already dripping wet hmm. You like this baby?", you nod aggresively. He touched your clit with his thumb.

"Who can make you this wet, hmm?", he said as you moaned when he pressed his thumb harder at your clit.

"You.", yoh said, almost a whisper.

"Who?", Keigo yelled as he started to rub your bud.

"You, Keigo! You're the only one that can make me this wet. Please fuck me. Please. Please. Please.", you moaned loudly as he entered two digits at you aggressively.

"You moaned so loudly with just my fingers. Bet you'll be a mess when you meet my cock again.", he whispered.

"Yes, yes, yes! I missed your cock, Keigo. My pussy is cold for days.", Keigo smirked as you shout loudly. He added another finger inside you.

"Whose cock can make your pussy warm?"

"You Keigo, you! Please fill my pussy with your cum. Make me feel your warm cum.", Keigo seems satisfied seeing how sensitive you are to his touch. You moaned as his fingers left your core.

"Turn around baby girl.", he commanded and you immediately obliged. Your pussy is becoming impatient as you see how slow Keigo removed his clothes in the mirror.

"Daddy please, faster.", he slapped your butt cheeks.

"Learn to wait, baby girl.", you moaned. It feels like years for Keigo to remove his clothes as you stick your butt there.

"You are an impatient bitch.", he said as he forced your face to meet his as he kissed you.

"My pussy is anticipating to welcome your length, daddy. My cunt needs you.", you said when your lips parted.

"Is that so? Then look straight at the mirror and look how I fuck you.", he turned your head to the mirror. You moaned loudly as he immediately inserted his length inside you.

"Fuck baby, you are so warm." He whispered as he looks at you in the mirror.

You look back at him. His eyes prying over you.  Keigo didn't waste any time and he pounded on you fast. You held tightly at the sink and looked down. He pulled your hair up so you'll be facing the mirror.

"Look. Look how you're a hot mess under me. Me only.", he nibbled at your neck. You feel your legs getting jiggly. You can't handle it anymore. Keigo noticed it so he anchored your leg up the sink with his left arm. This gives you the sight of his cock entering you.

You moaned loudly as he pounded to you harshly. He is near. Realization hits you.

"Keigo we didn't, UH, use a-any contraceptive.", you said between your moans.

"What you don't want daddy's milk in you? You don't want to have my kids?", he looked intently at you in the mirror. His voice and look makes you more horny. You came as you looked down at the sink again.

"Who told you to come huh?", Keigo yanked your hair again.

"I-I am sorry daddy.", you're sensitive after you came. But you feel like you're about to cum again as Keigo bites your shoulder.

"As punishment, whether you like it or not, you'll take my cum. You'll bear my kids."

"Yes. Yes. Yes daddy. I'll obliged. Punish me.", you came again and Hawks came inside you.

You're both a mess as you look at him at the mirror. He smiled at you and you chuckled. You turn to him and kissed him.

"Do you finally want a baby?", Hawks kissed your hand and nodded.

"You'll not be alone in this home anymore. And when my task is done, we'll have a normal, safe home.", he said and he kissed you again.

"Let's take a bath shall we?", you laughed at Keigo's word as he show you his bright smile.

You know you'll not just 'take bath'.

You are not aware that outside the bathroom, at the sofa at your living room, someone with ocean eyes is burning up with clenched fist.

-

Earlier...

Keigo released Dabi in his hug. He looked at Dabi.

"I forgot to return to you the tools I borrowed to fix the sink. I'll fetch it.", Dabi nodded at Keigo.

He didn't see the dark eyes as Keigo took a glimpse of Dabi.

You'll now know who she belongs to.

-----

BEAR WITH ME. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT

[randynova]

randdddieee bestie, I'm back whether you like it or not I'd be back!

so you know, ofc you don't since I haven't tell it yet, so okay here it is..

I have this idea and I thought to myself it's nice and I should try to write it cuz you know why not I'm the only one who's going to read it anyway. I already wrote a few things and now I don't want to finish it... help what should I do? (╥﹏╥)

lmao, wassup, bestie, enjoying ur company so dw (´・ω・｀)

But I hear you and it's okay! I've had moments like that where I don't wanna finish my own work either, which results in me,, lagging. But I managed to find some methods to help me get back into the swing of things.

I'll tell you what I do, may or may not work for you (im sorry):

Leave it alone for a few hours/days and come back to it with a fresh eyes when you feel inspired --- it lets your mind take in what you already wrote and add more ideas/details. I had moments where I was out in public and inpiration hits me out of nowehere, it's always a few days after writing the piece.

Listen to some music of your choice ( specifically upbeat, emotional, or folk music) while you write --- it can feed your creativty and inpsire new paths you didn't even consider taking before. Study even the lyrics and see what first comes to your mind hearing it. For example, "Oh Mami" was inspired by Chase Atlantic and the line "I might have to fuck her on the highway" led to the writing of the fic.

Read others work or even your past work --- this one is weird but it basically shows you how the story was paced and the amount of detail that went into a certain scene. You can try out the style the author described something or see a way the wrote a charcter, giving you a feel to how you may want to approach it. Even your past work can revive the engine of your mind.

Check out writing prompts and see which one sparks -- yea, I worded that weird. But hear me out: reading dialogue prompts does help your creativity go wild, so give it a shot.

Write it like a script --- if there's anything my professor taught me this semester, it's writing out your pieces like a movie script. In brackets, parentheses, astrids, whatever, write out what you want to happen. Ex.: [Iroh gives speech about his plans while fighting so-and-so]. Something like that.

First write out the scene that inspired you to even create the piece in the first place. Usually, or most of the time, we write something because of a random idea that hit us out of nowhere and sometimes, we struggle to write around the scene we wanted to get out or we don't know how to make something out of the idea we wrote. But that's okay. It doesn't even have to be detailed, it could be short and simple, just write out what you wanted to get to first. It forces your head to think of every possbile scenario

Look at Pinterest -- idk about you, but looking at photographs of a guy covered in golden paint gets my mnd going. Explore your pinterest feed and see what makes your mind click and if it relates to your fic.

Watch the movies/tv shows that inspired your fic or watch different media to for ideas -- you'd be suprised on how much I do this and how different shows inspired my fics. Take a concept that interest you and see if it works for your fic. Hannibal definitely inspired the gorey parts of my fics while Shameless inspired the smut.

Force Yourself -- this one, as much as I hate it and don't really recommend, does make me do a sloppy outline of what I want for the fic and when I'm more inpired, allows me to add onto the outline or even change it up a bit. It tricks me into thinking that I actually finished it, when I didn't.

Rest -- sometimes your mind is just overworked and needs time to rest and relax, bb. So its okay if you take some time off to gather yourself. It's a risky cycle if you write when you're already overwhelmed with other responisbilities. It's okay if you dont finish it for awhile, do it when you can or when you're more relaxed/inspired. You can always come back to it and it's not something you should beat yourself over -- it's okay.

I mainly reccomend 1 and 2 the most, because that's what works for me. But I hope at least one of these helps and I wish you luck, anon (♥ω♥)/ ♥

[thespiritoflife]

Hello love, again congratulations on 200 followers! 🎊💖

🪴mistletoe letter -  from Thranduil (suprise 😄). Hopefully he's not too busy with his duties. 😉

🕯️photos - On top of my #87 but l'll do an exchange. First is from my camera (I've taken over 800 pics with just this phone, don't ask how many I've got in my laptop or different drives 😄) and the other is from all media (screenshots, Incollage, FB and Pinterest downloads etc.).

Unsurprisingly it's a sunrise photo but then again I'm quite predictable. 😄

I guess I did a Quotev quiz and the result was Glorfindel. I don't mind at all, no sir! Lord of Gondolin, once reborn golden haired balrog slayer! 🥰

🌟 pairing -  Can I get A Hobbit and/or LOTR pairing, male please. 

I'm calm, patient, highly sensitive, compassionate and I can feel people's energies. Sometimes I'm even drained by them. I'm happy to be of help and service any way I can. My sweet demeanor hides a tad bossy, flirtatious, confident, independent, resourceful and inquisitive lady. Usually I'm that lady sunshine, laughing a lot, listening everyones problems, seeing the silver lining in everything. I dislike confrontations but I won't back away either if the situation calls for it.

I'm multilingual, I love languages, history, mythology, occultism in its various forms, reading, and photographing the Moon and wonders of mother nature (I'm sure you're not surpised 😊). I love jewelry, dresses and stones/rocks/crystals (let's just say my collection of all is extensive 😄).

One of my favourite lines/quotes is

Wishing you heaven in your heart, starlight in your soul and miracles into your life!

I'd love to see who you pair me with based on this description and what you already know of me. 🧚‍♀️

Thank you very much, my dear! 🎅 Thank you for joining! Your lovely words made me happy!

🪴mistletoe letter

My dear queen,

I know that I have been very busy these days, which I am sorry about. I want to make it up to you with this letter.

You are like the sun that lights the darkest sky. Legolas says that sky is me. And it's true. You always put a smile on my face, not only me but also others. I don't understand how someone so special decided to marry me.

We are so different. As day and night. And we are so similar.

Dear, I just remind you that I love you very much. I miss our conversations.

I am sending you this letter by envoy. Will you accept my invitation for dinner and wine tasting?

Sincerely yours,

Thranduil.

🕯️photos

Aww, thank you so much for that beautiful photo! You know, how much I love your photos. 😏🥰 And that sunrise is really wonderful.

I found this one! This photo really gives me calming vibes.

🌟pairing

Thank you for putting these beautiful informations about you! ❤💟

So let's see...

I pair you with...

Haldir!

I feel like you and Haldir are very similiar to each other. I think Haldir is highly sensitive too. He would love you because you're so sensitive, always want to help to others. And you're sunshine for him. But he would also find cute your secret bossy, confident, idependent personalities. And he would love your attempts to flirt with him, it would make a smile on his face.

Also, he would totally be happy when he realized you are nature lover. He would take you on date to nature. And he would be more amazed when he also realized that you love history! You're lady of his dreams!

Thank you very much for ask and have lovely day/night! ❤❤

[eatsleepbreathefutbol]

Virgil van dijk where the reader is younger and shorter than him and all the boys video him being cute and soft with her as he comes across reall tough and all then joking about it

For the Liverpool players Virgil Van Dijk was one of the toughest dudes, or so they thought. When he’s around the boys he’s always acting tough, but whenever he’s around Y/N he’s a completely different person. Virgil being 6′4 and you being 5′5, he’s caring and gentle when it comes to you. Never in your relationship has he acted like he’s with boys when when he’s not around them.

One day all the boys wanted to have a little get together with all their wives and girlfriends at Robo’s house. Virgil and Y/N went over to Robo’s house, they were all enjoying the food and the conversations they were all having. The boys had never met Y/N, they all knew that Virgil was in a relationship but they hadn’t met the lucky girl, they only knew that she had to be very important to the Big man. After they had all eaten they were seated in the living room, then Trent had asked “So Y/N, can you tell us a little something about yourself? Since the only thing we know about you is your name and that you’re Virgil’s girlfriend.” Virgil swatted the back of the 21 year old defender’s neck, since Trent was sitting next to him. “What do you want to know?” Y/N asked, coming off a little shy “Well how did you and V meet? Where you from? How old are you? Basically anything you want to tell us, we just want to make sure you won’t hurt the big man!” Alex said with a little confidence, earning a slap on the head by Perrie “You never ask a girl their age Alexander Oxalade-Chamberlain” said Perrie with a little offense that he literally just asked the girl her age. “Perrie, it’s ok! Virgil and I met back in secondary school, he was two grades ahead of me. He was 16 and I was 14, we’ve been best friends since then and then our feeling for each other grew into more than a friendship. Then when he was going to transfer to Liverpool he asked me out, and of course I said yes! I mean who can tell him no-” All the boys were suprised, “So the big man goes for women younger than him” Firmino speaks out and winks at Virgil, “You’re so funny Roberto” Virgil said a little annoyed. “Yeah, so that’s how we met. I’m from Virgil’s hometown, since you know I’m two years younger you can do the math and calculate my age. I honestly don’t know what else to say, since you basically heard what you wanted to hear” Virgil wraps his arms around Y/N, “Wait babe, I’m surprised you didn’t admit your love for Little Mix” He says a little too loud for your liking because now Perrie looks at you with surprise since you didn’t seem like a fan. You were so embarrassed you hid you face in Virgil’s chest, while he rubbed your back. Perrie was super excited “Oh my gosh, you’re a mixer! What’s your favorite song?” you felt a little less embarrassed when you heard the excitement in her voice “Well it’s between Joan of Arc and Notice from LM5, but i love all five albums!”. All the WAG’s and you go out to the patio to talk for a while, bonding and them exchanging their phone numbers with you.

After a while, the boys got tired of hanging with each other inside, they decided to go outside and hang with you guys. Virgil picked you up and put you on his lap while hugging you, with his head on your shoulder and you were blushing. Virgil was also whispering sweet nothings into your ear, while caressing your hand. The boys were all watching him carefully, because they never had seen this side of him before. Trent, Alex, Jordan and Roberto took their phones out and started filming the interaction and posted it on their instagram stories, with the caption ‘Virgil, is that really you?”, tagging you both. Then the boys just started teasing, “Wow, I didn’t know the big man was a giant teddy bear” said Trent with confidence, “You guys seem like the typical pinterest couple, who go to the fair and the boyfriend wins a teddy bear then gives it to his girlfriend. But the exception here is that Virgil didn’t win the teddy bear, he is the teddy bear!” At this point none of the boys could hold their laugh, and burst into laughter. “Go ahead girls, laugh it out. Yeah I might not be the big tough guy with Y/N, but I still am” Virgil got up and started chasing Trent and Jordan, and the rest of the boys got up then started running. The girls and you couldn’t stop laughing at how childish they were acting.

While you were watching the boys chase each other, you realized that you wouldn’t want to know how life was without Virgil.

I was inspired a little by Little Mix, I was listening to their music while writing this piece :)

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Trouble (pt.2) || M.YJ

Pairing : Min Yoonji X Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : Now that Yoonji had gotten introduced to you, she wanted to know you. Are you really as bad as people had told her?

Wordcount : 1.5k lol

Pt.1 || Masterlist

[ A/N : The fanart ain't mine, randomly stole it from Pinterest lol.]

" I heard you cause trouble." Yoonji says as she sits down in front of the girl who's caught her eye.

You look up from your phone with a questionable look in your eyes.

" And who are you exactly?" You ask her, no undertone of politeness.

Yoonji blushes in embarrassment, having forgotten to introduce herself due to wanting to know you.

" Sorry, my names Yoonji." She tells you.

You smirk cheekily at her.

" Nice to know the pretty girl has a name. I'm Y/N by the way. And to response to your assumption earlier, do you believe them?" You ask her, holding strong eye contact as you ask her.

Yoonji shrugs her shoulder, a small smile making it's way to her own face.

" I don't know, haven't decided yet." She answers you honestly.

There's a small glint in your eyes which could mean you're surprised by her answer, but if you are, you don't really show it.

" Yah, Yoonji, break almost ended, let's go back to our lessons." 

Yoonji groans in displeasure of the appearance of her twin brother. Of course he's always there to interrupt her moment with hot girls, ( who are most probably not gay, but it's worth a try anyway.)

She sighs dramatically, making her twin roll his eyes before greeting you.

" See you around I geuss?" She smiles at you one last time before attempting to leave.

She gnaws on her lip for a moment as she glances at you when she's stood in front of the table the two of you are seated at, lowkey wanting to ask for your number but not having the guts for it.

" Yoonji." You softly call out to her as you too leave your seat.

She turns to look at you.

" You free tonight?" You ask her.

She nods enthusiastically, hoping you're asking to hang out at last.

" Good, dress casual. I'll pick you up at 7." You smile at her with a lopsided smile as you push a piece of paper into her hand before turning around and leaving.

Yoonji stares at you with admiration shining in her eyes as you leave the room, still not believing what just happened. She smiles like a giddy school girl before looking at the small piece of paper in her hand.

( Your Phone Number Xx) - Don't forget to text me sweetheart ;)

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And so Yoonji is stood in front of her mirror later that afternoon, her room a mess as she's trying to pick out the perfect clothes for her first ever date.

Being lesbian had made it difficult for her to find a girlfriend who she could go on dates with. Until today she was actually starting to believe that she was the only lesbian around. She's tried out online dating too, but she just couldn't find the physical affection she needed. She really hoped that this date would work out.

" Yah, fatass, did you steal my charger agai- You going somewhere?" Yoongi cuts himself off as he sees his sister dressed up for once.

The twins look at each other awkwardly for a few moments before Yoonji finally breaks it.

" Close the door behind you and I'll tell you." She tells him in a hushed tone.

He knew she was a lesbian, but their parents didn't.

And so Yoongi does as asked, crossing his arms afterwards and waiting for an explanation.

" I have a date." Yoonji smiles excitedly as she smiles at him.

Yoongi nods, actually happy for his sister, tough he doesn't show her in his facial expression. It doesn't matter tough, she knows her brother well enough to know that he's happy for her.

Instead of saying anything, he checks out her outfit.

" What do you think?" She ask him.

He cocks his head to the side before answering.

" Too short." He tells her before rummaging trough the mess of clothes on her floor.

" What? No it isn't. I tough it's cute." Yoonji looks puzzled as she looks at herself trough the mirror again.

The black with pink printed crop top looks fine, even if she raises her arms all the way nothing is revealed, her skirt is admittedly on the short side, but not too bad unless she bends over all the way, plus she's wearing a pair of shorts underneath anyway.

" Here this is better." Yoongi grins as he holds up a huge sweater against her. 

She huffs and swats it away.

" Oh c'mon. My baby sister is growing up, I can't allow that." Yoongi fakes a pout.

" I'm older." She huffs.

" Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't let her break your heart." He tells her softly before pulling her into a hug.

" I'll be fine." She giggles.

They talk a little more before the doorbell rings, and Yoonji almost yeets to the door, not having expected that you'd actually ring the bell, thinking that you'd call her that you would call once you were in front of her door.

She runs downstairs, hoping to beat her parents to the door, however, she failed, and she only hopes that you're not mentioning the word 'date' to her parents.

" Yoonji, I think you forgot to mention to that you'd go out with a friend tonight. I assume the two of you will just grab something out to eat?" Yoonji's father asks her.

She opens her mouth to answer, but you beat her to it.

" We will sir, tough we might end up talking for a while too, but don't worry I'll have her home before midnight." You smile.

Yoonji's parents smiles at you, and Yoonji herself is only too happy by the sight.

" Don't you think she'd make a good girlfriend for Yoongi-" 

" Alright mom, dad, we'll be going now." Yoonji cuts off her parents hurriedly as she leaves the house quickly, taking you with her by wrist.

She hears her parents yell out greetings before closing the door.

" I'm sorry about that." She mumbles as she lets go of your wrist, avoiding your eyes.

" You didn't come out yet?" You ask her softly.

She shakes her head wordlessly, and you nod in response.

" Okay, well, let's go." You cheer as you motion for her to follow.

She's relieved you don't pry, but concerned when you walk in the opposite direction of town.

" Where are you going? Town is that way." She tells you.

You look confused for a moment behead smiling and shaking your head.

You don't say anything as you take her hand and instead lead her to an old black and yellow lined Hyundai Azera first model. You suprise her by taking out your keys and unlocking it by inserting the key.

" My lady'." You smile as you open the passenger door for her.

She wordlessly steps in, you shutting the door behind her and walking over to the driver's side.

"Sorry that my car's this old and cranky by the way." You smile embaressedly as you close the door behind you.

Yoonji smiles at you and shakes her head.

" Don't worry about it, your car looks fine. I don't know a lot of people our age who own a car anyway." She tells you.

" I work at a car garage, this one came in all beat up, the owner left it to be brought to a dump, I was allowed to fix it up as long as I bought the stuff with my own money." You tell her proudly, starting up the engine.

" That's really cool. Can I ask you a question?" She wonders out loud.

" How did you come out to your parents?" She asks curiously.

You swallow and your eyes harden, making her worry that you asked the wrong question.

" My parents are not with me, let's just say." You tell her, your eyes focusing on the road.

" Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." She says guiltily.

You shake your head, not saying anything as you start to speed off.

The next moments are in tense silence, until you break it.

" So, I know the first date is supposed to be fancy and stuff, but I hope you don't mind Mackey D's for our first date." You smile at her shortly.

She laughs, not at all minding.

" It's okay, I don't mind. Anywhere is fine as long it's with you." She says with a smile before turning red, did she really just say that out loud?

You've turned a soft pink too, and a laugh leaves your throat at her answer.

" Damn, you're adorable. And don't worry, I'll take you out on a proper date after this one." You smile widely.

She turns pink in response.

[ A/N : Someone tell me they like it, and I might make a pt.3 lol]

[narvana27]

The Childhood of Jack Spicer and why (to me) he's the way he is:

(Part 1)

Jack Spicer is the most iconic character of the show. No cap. As some of you may know Im deeply in love with Raimundo, since I first watched the show more than a decade ago from now. He is iconic in his own way, no doubty, but Jack Spicer... He's literally legendary, and maybe we could even say - He's caring the whole show, or big part of it. This guy has the biggest fanbase and the biggest amount of fans and fanarts. I know what Im talking about, vuzvno matter how hard I would try to Rai wall on my Pinterest be the biggest of everyone I got in my xiaolin section, it always gonna be Jack's. Amount of fanarts with him is just a clear proof he has major and the biggest fanbase. And Im not suprised by it at all, I like Jack a lot more than I like Omi actually (I like Jack, Omi I hate, so 🤷‍♀️) He's funny because of his messy and sometimes hilarious behaviour, he wanted to be the evilest villain on earth and take control of the whole world, at the same time being fearfull and completly not having and skills with fighting. Many people can relate to him, cuz he's very talented in robot's construction, and once he even build a whole ass time machine! Like, that's inpressive 🧐 and the other second he's a dummy who cant tie his shoes without instruction, and doesn't realize when he roast himself. He's smart there, but slow anywhere else, amd that's a thing for many people (including me xD), so they can relate to that. His appearance: brightly red hair and eyes, pale, almost white skin, goth clothes and makeup +his goofy personality made him be a favourite character for maaany people. Show gives us a clues about why he could want to be a villain. It didn't give us clear answers (ofcourse 🙄), but it's still something. Show keeps his secrets safe, giving us only a tiny bit of what could be happening in his characters life's before we get to know them. I already wrote my version of Rai's past and childhood, and I explained some of his personalities vices, and now it's time for Jack, cuz I think this boy has something interesting and definitely worth looking into.

[Actuall analisis in part 2 😉]

[jjunberry]

NCT 127- When Y/n is to depressed to do anything with them

for @fiveguysgoodbyeguys

hope you enjoy ❤

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TAEYONG:

Taeyong is a very sweet and caring boy. He had planned a day out for the two of you, since he had a break from promotions and he missed you. For you though today just wasn't your day. You were hit with a huge wave of sadness and you didn't want to do anything. When Taeyong found out you were feeling down. He canceled plans. His man focus was to make you feel better. Taeyong gathered some blankets and snacks before cuddling you while cat videos played on youtube.

JOHNNY:

Johnny had been planning a weekend getaway for you two ever since he was told about their week break from promotions. You knew how excited he was for this. Which is why when the random wave of depression hit you it was even worse when the thoughts of how crushed Johnny was going to be for you canceling on him. Johnny got his tickets refunded after you called him and told him you couldn't even get out of bed. He did everything in his power to make you feel better for the rest of his week break. Johnny cares more about you then some weekend getaway that could always been rescheduled for when you were ready.

YUTA:

Yuta wanted to go see a movie. He hasn't been able to see a movie in the theater in awhile and he wanted to do it with you. The tickets were purchased a week in advanced and he was excited to finally see it. When he got your text telling him to give your ticket to one of his members he gave the tickets to Mark and Haechan. Yuta made it to your house in record time. He didn't pressure you to talk he was there for you quietly until you were ready to tell him what was wrong.

DOYOUNG:

Doyoung has a very mothering nature. Naturally he wants to take care of his loved ones. When you called and canceled plans that you made yourself and that you were excited for. He knew what he had to do. Doyoung made your favorite food. He took it to you and made sure you ate. He also wrapped you up in blankets to make you feel warm and secure. You cried silently while he held you in his arms. Doyoung knew him just holding you ment more than 1,000 words.

JAEHYUN:

Jung Jaehyun is your source of happiness. You always want to do things with him. It never matters what you two do because being around him makes you feel so happy. Red flags were raised in Jaehyun's mind when you texted him and told him you couldn't come hang out. He didn't hesitate to go to your house. Jaehyun was well aware of how sad you could get at random times. He let you cry for awhile before he kissed your tear stained cheeks and took a nap holding you tightly in his arms.

JUNGWOO:

Jungwoo had the day off so he wanted to take you to visit food stands. He loves trying new foods with you, and he's always hungry. When you declined his offer, he could hear how upset you were. Instead of taking you to the food he brought the food to you. Jungwoo spent the rest of the night being his cute and playful self to cheer you up.

MARK:

You've never had the chance to tell Mark about your depression. You never wanted Mark to see that side of you. When Mark showed up at your house to take you on a suprise date he was hurt and sad when you declined. Mark made his way into your house anyway. He was really understanding of how you felt and held you all night, who needs a date night when you have Mark Lee?

HAECHAN:

Donghyuck is a very hyper and happy boy. He is always coming up with new things to try or do with you. Donghyuck showed up at your house and was rushing you to get ready for a pop up carnival. When you came into the living room not dressed to leave and with tears in your eyes Donghyuck was speechless. It only took you saying "Hyuck" for you to be wrapped up in a blanket. Donghyuck got permisson from his Hyungs to stay the night with you, because he knew you needed him.

i'm really soft for these boys 👉👈

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i really enjoyed writing this, nct makes me soft

gifs found on Pinterest!! credit to owners!!

hope you enjoyed-Echo❤❤