#please enjpy

[chronicowboy]

180 years of searching, and I'm three feet away (from you) | 32k

AKA The National Treasure AU in which buck is a huge history nerd, chimney is a tired tech guy and eddie is just trying to do his job

Dr Diaz's eyes flick from Chimney to Buck and his cheeks flush a pretty pink that Buck wants desperately to taste. He doesn't miss the sweep of his body Dr Diaz does, or the way he averts his eyes when he realises he's been caught.

Chimney nudges him, barely concealing his amusement at the situation, and jerks his head at the two seats in front of the desk.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." Dr Diaz says as he stands up to greet them.

"Hi." Chim shakes his hand good-naturedly. "Howard Han."

Eddie turns to Buck, and something charged and heavy passes between them before Buck can remember to, you know, be human and shake the pretty man's hand.

"Uh, Evan Buckley. Its n-nice to meet you, Dr Diaz."

"Please," he clears his throat, "call me Eddie."

"Eddie." Buck nods, savouring the weight of the name on his lips.

"Take a seat."

They all sit down and Buck is alarmingly aware all of a sudden just how insane they're about to sound.

"Is, um, Eddie short for Eduardo?" Buck asks, a poor attempt to prolong the time when Eddie doesn't think he's talking to someone who belongs in an asylum.

"Edmundo." Eddie smiles at him, and Buck's eyes catch on a picture of a curly-haired boy with crutches on the shelves behind him. He's quite possibly the cutest kid Buck has ever seen.

Another frame catches his attention then, this one displaying an almost complete set of George Washington's campaign buttons.

"Wow." Buck traces a gentle finger down the side of the frame. "This is a beautiful collection."

"It would be." Eddie huffs. "If I could find the seventeen-eighty-nine inaugural."

"I found one once." Buck murmurs, a plan already forming in his head. He's been told a few times that his love language may be gift giving. Or acts of service. Or words of affirmation. So he's a love polyglot, so what?

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches the bewildered look Chimney is shooting him and clears his throat, blushing deeply.

"You, um," Eddie fiddles with a biro, "told my assistant that this was an urgent matter?"

"Uh, yes, sir." Buck barely resists the urge to face palm. Sir? Maybe he does belong in a fucking asylum. Chimney's never going to let him live this down. "Okay, so, I'll get straight to the point." Buck sucks in a deep breath and summons all the tact he has. "Someone's going to steal the Declaration of Independence."

Eddie blinks, slumping back into his seat. He stares at them blankly but, to his credit he manages not to laugh. He turns to Chimney who only shrugs.

"Its true." He grimaces. "Sounds crazy, but the woman is relentless. She wouldn't let a few hundred security measures stop her."

"Okay." Eddie drops the pen and folds his hands together, resting them on the tabletop and leaning forward in a way that makes his biceps bulge. "I think maybe you should talk to the FBI."

"Been there, done that." Chim mutters.

"And?"

"And they assured us that the Declaration cannot possibly be stolen." Buck answers. "But—"

"Well, the FBI would be right." Eddie's eyes dart to the phone and Buck pleads with the universe for even the slightest chance.

"We're not so sure." Buck leans forward. "However, if we were given the chance, the privilege, to examine the document—" Eddie cocks his head with a frown. "We'd be able to tell you if it were in any danger."

"And what would you be looking for?" He asks, exasperated and a little intrigued.

"We believe," Buck winces slightly, "that there's an encryption on the back."

"Like a code?" Eddie frowns, eyes dancing with mirth.

"Yes, sir." Buck closes his eyes and rolls them at himself. Welp, may as well lean into the crazy.

"Could you clarify?"

"A cartograph," Buck says at the same time Chimney mumbles,

"Treasure map."

Eddie's eyebrows jump halfway up his forehead.

"What my colleague means to say," Buck butts in, "is a map of..." Fuck, there's really no good way to put this. "Hidden items," he clears his throat, "of historic and intrinsic value."

Eddie stares blankly again.

"If it makes you feel any better," Chim whispers, "this is where we lost the FBI."

"You're treasure hunters." Eddie sighs and drops his head into his hands. God, even his exasperation is sexy.

"Treasure protectors might be more accurate." Buck corrects gently.

"Mr Buckley, I have personally seen the back of the Declaration," that really shouldn't make Buck hot under the collar, but he's a history buff, sue him, "and I promise you the only thing there is a notation that reads—"

"Original Declaration of Independence, dated four of July. Yes, sir."

Eddie flounders for a moment and, yeah, its a little disconcerting just how hot someone reciting historical facts can be, Buck can attest to that.

"But no map." Eddie recovers.

Buck bites back a groan and shoots a pained look at Chimney who only shrugs helpfully.

"Its... Invisible."

"Right." Eddie nods slowly.

"And that's where we lost the Department of Homeland Security."

"May I ask what led to your theory on this invisible map?"

"We found an engraving on the stem of a two-hundred year old pipe." Buck answers.

"A Mason's pipe." Chim clarifies.

"Can I see the pipe?" Eddie brightens.

Fuck.

"We don't, um, have it?" Chim offers.

"Did," Eddie leans forward, looks left and right, lowers his voice," did Mothman take it?"

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[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 12

Synopsis: Reader meets Missy. It's a mixed bag.

A/n: sorry for another delay. Hope you enjoy. More doctor fuckery and allusions to the doctors current devolution. Yay I hope you enjoy yayyy.

What were these truths the Doctor was talking about? At least he was being honest! A damn shame to your overloaded brain, but you appreciated it nonetheless. Maybe you would bring yourself to honestly about your profession after. Maybe. You’d have to test the waters and go off what tonight’s surprise was.

Your heart slammed itself into it's cage.

The next few hours were hell on Earth. What was this secret he was going to reveal?

You always dealt with waiting so poorly…

You got through your final tutoring via the university without nary a hiccup, but your brain combed through all the possibilities you could scrounge from sci-fi shows. What was that one nearly-sixty years old program that the BBC had?

Too late now…

You did sneak home to change into something that didn’t scream ‘lazy’.

Soon it was nearly nine. As you walked to his office, you felt like you were at a wall, breathing your last free breaths before the firing squad came upon you. You worked on your breathing exercises as you went to knock the door.

He was there, illuminated softy. Grey hair fluffed, in a burgundy shirt and hoodie. He looked utterly (and unfairly!) Breath-taking. You felt both underdressed and overdressed.

“Good evening!” He smiled, it was one of those easy, unnerving, comfortable smiles that framed his eyes so well.

“Hey.” Was the best you could muster. Your vocabulary stolen from your tongue as easily as the breath from your lungs over him…

How could someone who was quite literally older than the rededication of the Second Temple look so good?

Alien magic, must be.

“You remember that Missy character?”

“Yeah, her? Them?” You struggled.

“Her.”

“Ah.”

“She’s been on her best behavior. Stunning, really.”

“And?”

“I think you two need to meet. I’ve cleared the idea with her other…Guardian.”

“Oh?”

“Nardole…he’s an egg. I sent him to Norwich for a packet of crisps.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” It didn’t.

You rubbed your lip together in a partial move to rip the skin off, but also to provide some sort of outlet for the nervousness that was still coming up from the pit of your stomach.

What was Missy?

He offered the crook of his arm, “Shall we go?”

You took it.

The walk was nice, silent. The weather was warming up nicely. Mild night.

Soon you went to a place obscured in some hardly-looked after corner in the university’s basement. He pressed some hidden point and the wall snapped in two, revealing some contraption. He unhooked himself from you and started entering codes, some little monitor popped up and scanned his eye.

It asked for a verbal confirmation.

He spoke in some language that made your blood run cold and you feel small. Something about it was haunting. Like singing.

It unveiled another wall with a turn-lock, from which he produced a key and unlocked it.

Finally, it seemed safe to part through.

“What did she do?” You asked, voice husky with fear.

“Enough.” He let a little snort escape.

You nodded and went in.

It was a grand room, a couple of old, antique chairs and some meager side tables faced what was a mighty cage! It looked like glass, on the platform. Inside this guided cage was a woman, in simple Victorian clothes.

She played piano very gently.

“Missy.” The Doctor seemingly pleaded.

The woman inside slammed the lid shut and turned around.

She had the most insane, yet oddly lovely smile. Cat-like.

She was thin.

“Oh…you’ve brought me a plaything?” She grinned.

Her accent sounded Scottish. Like the Doctor.

“Do all aliens sound like Scotsmen?” You blurted out before you could monitor your thoughts.

“I’m sorry!” You amended.

She laughed, it sounded like bells.

“One would certainly hope so!” She responded.

“I’m Missy! Short for Mistress!”

“Oh, I’m (y/n).”

She shot the Doctor some look. He shot her another look. It seemed they were having an entire conversation without you. You felt alienated. You looked between them.

“I’ve heard nothing but good. Typical!” She approached you at the edge of her enclosure. You felt caged. Missy stalked you as if she were a lioness and you were some disabled, freshly birthed gazelle. You started sweating, it dewed down your back.

“Oh!”

“My best enemy.” He elaborated.

You nodded more, at a total loss for words. Your breathing became manual.

“So what did you do?”

“Oh, this girlie is rude! I love it!” She shot the Doctor another look.

“Don’t talk behind my back?” You assumed.

Missy nearly fell over! She started laughing, “Rude and clever! He’s certainly taught you well.”

Your eyes could have shot out of their sockets.

“You’re like Jedi, yeah? Can communicate with your brains?” You explained.

“Sure enough? Jedi are the Lego ones?” the Doctor asked.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy her.” Missy predated you more. Nose pressed against her enclosure.

You got the briefest of synopsis of their entire relationship. You felt yourself blinking from your brain overloading. It felt like someone dumped out your mind and shook the contents up before tossing it all back in, haphazardly.

You swallowed heavily.

“So Time Lords. Do you all have such…intense names? Mistress, Doctor? So is there a Bachelor?” You felt your arms move as if to elaborate this point.

“Different generations have different naming convention. My brother is Irving Braxiatel.”

“Of course. Makes sense. My name’s (y/n) but now all the kids are McKinsleigh or Harley or whatever.”

“Exactly.”

“Oh, my dear Doctor, you have a smart one on your hands. Now how do you like the stars, kiddo?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nope, no stars for me. I’m not going up there. Nope. I know what happens! I’m genre aware. I know what goes down in space. And if you’ve had a lot of dead companions previously…not me. I am not that suicidal!” You felt like a horizontal bobble head of sorts.

“See!” She slapped her thigh. “This one’s got common sense! She’s not going to swan off and get herself killed by a giant bird!”

It seemingly touched a tender point.

“Oh, here you go, bringing up Clara! What’s with you?” He seemed on the verge of spitting. “We’re having such a normal time!”

“Oh, she was my manic pixie dream bitch too!” Missy countered, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

You made several notes to bring up later when you were going to bring up some new ground rules for this relationship, if this Missy didn’t tear you to shreds and eat your entrails like a tin of tuna.

The cat metaphors kept coming…

Were Time Lords cats?

No! Cats have barbed penises and that Time Lord you were fond of didn’t…

“May I get a tuba now?” Missy pleaded.

“We’ll see.”

You found yourself fiddling with your necklaces in a very rapid way with one hand. The other twisting the massive gold hoop in your one ear. Nervous habits coming in strong to help you self-soothe in this inopportune moment…

Somewhere the Doctor produced a flask of tea and poured some out, it was herbal. At the moment you couldn’t discern much more than that.

He gave it to all, including Missy, who’s barrier seemed penetrable to him, but not her. As she touched it and it repelled her.

Where did he pull out all these things?

What was the barrier made of? Did it work on genes?

Your mind roared for an explanation.

You reminded yourself to take it in strive. You weren’t working with logic and sanity anymore. You were in some contrived sci-fi story now.

It was the only way that you’d survive this!

Missy asked you something pleasantries involving your studies, and you divulged your grand plans.

“Oh, not overly ambitious. No martyr complex. Doctor this one may survive you.” Her focus splintered.

You felt out of your depth even more. You were taking it in stride, but that felt like it was lacking. Although…an opportunity did arise.

Did you have the guts to take it?

You pondered on. If it did turn nasty, you were outnumbered. Two of these so called ’Time Lords’. One you. One very mortal and squishy you.

Missy seemed to know far more than she probably should. You craved a bit more knowledge.

Shouldn’t you be privy to details about the man you’ve been not only fucking, but falling madly under his spell? And dare you utter it- loved?

“So what’s the deal with you Time Lords?” You asked Missy.

“An ancient race. We’re the pinnacle of evolution. Very few races will or ever will get close. Some have tried, they fail to become as optimized.”

“A bit eugenics-y.” You responded, your brows knitted together.

“Funny collars.” The Doctor chimed in. “That’s the opposite of optimized.”

“Oh, Mister President! How salacious!” She cooed in his general direction.

“President?” Your eyes boggled from their sockets.

“Technically. I’m also the De Facto President of Earth in an emergency. Neither here nor there…”

“And he’s ever so humble! My dear, Doctor. If this were two bodies ago you’d be preening!”

You looked down and blinked hard, as you started to chew on the inside of your cheek.

“Oh, him? Yeah, I was a but more vain. I mean, how could I not? All youth and fire and forged from Rose’s love.”

“And who the hell is Rose?” Your jealousy creeping back in.

“Oh, Doctor! You dog! She was very blonde! Broke many universes trying to find him again!” Missy gaped, as if she had personally sprung this trap.

“She helped me. I was raw from the War. She saw my hearts and that’s all.” The explanation was clearly him trying to not irk any jealousy in you.

“She got a wee clone! They’re in a parallel universe!” Missy simmered up, swinging around on her ankles.

“You are annoying.”

“You could have let Torvic kill me!” She put her hands on her hips and pulled a sour face.

“I’m sorry, who’s Torvic?” You were being bombarded with more information than you could handle.

“I was a soft lad. This kid kept bullying me. He was going to kill me, but here does come ikkle little Doctor with a rock! Bye bye Torvic!” She announced it like she was a wrestling presenter.

“How old were…you all?”

“Ten!” Missy clapped her hands together.

“Death’s champion!” She elaborated with a sick glee, pointing at the Doctor.

“I’m assuming you can…change sexes.” You kept piecing it together. “Were you ever a woman?”

“Maybe next go!” The Doctor said.

You leaned down and rested your fingers on your jaw as if to keep it from falling off onto the ground.

“So…how does that all work?”

“Two hearts, they prevent death and kick in our ancient rights!” Missy flourished.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” The Doctor stepped in. “We get a new face, new body. New chances. We keep our core. But everything from our personality to our kidneys.”

You inhaled.

“Anything else I need to know…assuming that you do that in front of me.” You curbed your attention to the Doctor. You wanted answers and you didn’t want him to give up this particular body. You didn’t want to play this particular game of Russian Roulette. His body right now was perfect…from his hair to his toes. Like it was personally designed to drive you mad. A sexy, silver fox with dynamic light eyes and a smile that robbed you of the ability to breathe, plus that voice like was a good motorcycle engine. And, a perfect package that hit right in the right spots…

You were objectifying an immortal alien.

What had your life become?

“That shit’s…crazy.” You gave an exceedingly reductive statement.

“No promises, but I’ll try.” He gave you a small, reassuring smile…

“Before precious Rose, there was his wife, that Scottish lad, that journalist Sarah Jane Smith, me, that ginger twink who’s name escapes me and probably a few I’m forgetting! And after there was-” Missy smiled a positively evil grin.

You put your hand up and stopped her from going into any more detail.

“Sarah Jane Smith? The mega-journo who always had the hottest stories? The one who was always leaking the top bylines?” You instinctively tore off your thumb nail.

You kept putting your hands up and down. Going to point a finger. You felt like a malfunctioning kettle.

“W-w-what? Do you…see in me?” You raised both of your hands up as you shrugged and struggled. “Universe traveling blondes? Award-winning journalists? A ginger twink? This jailbird?” You voice scaling up octaves to those only dogs could hear as you slapped your hands over your thighs and grasped them tightly…

You started those dratted breathing exercises and placed your right hand on your only heart.

The Doctor seemed to be sorting through some sort of dilemma in his mind.

“Yeah, tell her!” Missy cheered.

You shot her a murderous glare.

She scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue.

“I see you as warmth. You are yourself. I see you as someone who’s good. Despite it all. A good student and a great partner. Someone to enjoy while I can. Nothing to complicate or drag into danger.”

Something about these words and his gaze into you had you fighting these words, but becoming placated by them. They were like a cozy quilt on your worries…

“I’ve put others I loved in danger. Learned those lessons. Never again.”

You felt your mind slowing down from the anger and self-doubt.

It felt like truthfulness. You’d take truthfulness.

The looks that Missy and the Doctor passed between each other has you shiver in fear.

You felt like you needed to vomit.

“Can I go home now?” You squeaked out once you felt a but more emotionally regulated.

“Of course.” He helped you up and turned to Missy, “No tuba.” He told her.

She raged on a bit as you felt yourself being tucked into his side and escorted out.

You leaned against a wall as he locked the Vault up.

He folded you under his arm.

“So what do you think of my best enemy?”

You felt yourself feeling suddenly very sleepy and like you had been dreaming. You were very conflicted and of many minds. You would have to work through all this later. There was just so much information and new thoughts that needed evaluated. Though you felt something holding you back from it. The emotional toll of the past few days, inevitably catching up to you.

What was that something was holding you back?

Probably your love of the Doctor.

You felt yourself crying.

“Why don’t I walk you to your flat? What’s the address?” He wiped your face with some old-fashioned looking hankie.

You gave him your address. It was a longer walk, but maybe it would do you good.

You started to walk. It was going somewhat smoothly.

After a silent walk, you stated as you got closer to the safety of your home. “I think she’s insane. Probably it’s for the best she’s in that…situation. Like sectioning, but worse? She could be fun, if she tried. I feel…yeah. I mean, if you’re a package deal. A bit weird she’s your ex. But yeah.” You answered his previous question.

“Is she a threat? To me?” You asked, jealously.

“No, we’re finished. Ancient news far older than your civilization…”

“Ah, okay.” You felt more satisfied.

“She is quite…pretty.” You remarked.

“Hadn’t noticed.”

You nodded, as you arrived to the front door.

“This is me.” You pointed. “You…want to come up? Get a night cap. I know I’m going to need it.” You joked, as you used your pinky nail to scratch the bridge of your nose.

“Not tonight. How about after you finish exams? I still have to some things done in that regards.”

“Valid.”

He leaned down and pressed hip lips to your forehead.

“Good-night, (y/n).” He smiled as he closed his hand over yours and gave it a squeeze.

“Good-night, Doctor.” It still felt strange to not call him ‘Professor’. You didn’t know how to feel. Calling him ‘Professor’ felt better coming off your tongue.

So much to over-analyze.

You opened the door and went up to your flat. After pouring yourself a large shot of vodka to take, you laid on your favorite chair and zoned out.

So much for a normal, nice time at university!

[deez-nuts-in-ur-mouth]

i made art

please enjpy

[filideci]

ok

im going to tryt to word this in the best way possible. i am not in the best mental state and ive been very emotional for the past few weeks.

i am not going to post on this blog anymore. filideci is over. i dont like drawing for it anymore. i feel like my art isnt being appreciated enough. this happens a lot when i draw fanart where i dont put much effort into it and it does 100x better than the actual art i put actual effort into. to me it makes me feel like the only time my art is actually worth while is when its in the context of others people work

i had put so much time to raw fruit and i was expecting a lot of the people who enjoy this blog so much to enjpy raw frut but nobody really read it. to me it feels like "wow i spent so much time on this thing and nobody even cares"

and i also felt like, and im not gonna name names, my art wasnt even being appreciated for what it was in the context of skullgirls. everyone wanted it to go in a direction i wasnt planning on amd didnt want to do to the point where i had my friend send a fake anon that lined up with what i wanted.

its just. i feel like its making my mental health worst. to the point where i dreaded having to make more art for the blog. im still gonna make skullgirls fanart in the future, i still love the game, but i just dont care for this au anymore. im going to keep this blog up for archival purposes but im deleting all the stuff in my inbox right now and im not making any posts unless its answering any questions. if you want to see the art im actually passionate about please follow @yui94 ok bye

[darklordofthesimp]

Just want you to know. I live in a tropical country so it's all sunny and shit but everything's been dark and gloomy, the literal opposite, and it's christmas and everybody downstairs are laughing and here I am staring up at the ceiling because of ANYTHING. So thank you. Loved every minute of it.

I DONT KNOW IF IM MEANT TO APOLOGISE OR SAY THANK YOU PLEASE ENJPY THE DAY!!!!!

[shipsthatcouldshowyouthestars]

i,,,,i did a good thing

@showstoppingnumbrr i hope you enjoy my pining

[laquilasse]

so there's an interesting bit of trivia from the wiki about the lang calling franziska "sis" thing that might explain it a little? in jpn he calls her "Ane-san" (アネさん) which means "older sister" (despite him being older than her) and its a form (and this is a quote from the wiki) "typically used by Yakuza henchmen to refer to their boss's wife or mistress"? the wiki questions if its mocking, but to me it seemed like a tongue-in-cheek but genuine honorific that didn't necessarily translate well?

HMMM ok that is a little easier to accept if it’s just a bad translation, since he didn’t seem terrible beforehand and I liked him. I just don’t trust anyone after Godot lmao Franziska comes before all these men so if they wrong her they’re dead to me

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Do yiu want to maybe write a lil smth about big dick daddy and his strength.... pleasd and thank u ❤️🥵

Okay hun just a quick headcannon might not be exactly what you were after but porn is ponr 🤷‍♀️ 😘😘

Warnings: smut, nsfw, size difference, toys, car sex, exhibitionism, daddy kink, filth

You bent forward with the slightest of winces, this probably wasnt the best idea to use this particular toy when you had yoga class.

Today was henry's birthday, you were going to skip class but sadly he had a meeting this morning and had insisted on you coming to class.

You really should of stuck to your guns and stayed home

But it was to late now, you were here in the middle of class, this time at the back becuase you were nervous about anyone seeing it through your leggings.

You had a surprise for your sweet boyfriend, it had taken a few days of prep work but you were on the final stage

You see there was an issue in the bedroom. He was ridiculously endowed... like seriously before meeting him you rolled your eyes at that whole 'i can see it in her guts' porn cliche that men tried to boast about.

Not anymore. Nope, it was definitely a thing.

You were thankfull he was strong enough and could lift you with his arms and make you 'hover' as he drilled you mindful of just how much he fed your needy but small pussy.

You could never take him fully and although he never minded it got to you. You wanted to be good for him, to give him everything. And take everythig!

So you decided to get a set of plugs to help... loosen you a tad, it was more a length issue then a... girth?

You were on your second day of your biggest toy and it was strange streaching and doing yoga with the toy rubbing your tender walls.

It was down right torturous!

You heaved in relief as the teacher wrapped up the class and bolted outside needing to get home and cool off

The beep of a horn called you across the road to where henry was waiting in the car.

You crossed the road quickly opening the door throwing your bag behind the passenger seat and climbed in "Ah~fucking fuck!"

Henry froze and cast you a strange look as you bit your lip and shuddered as your ass met the seat...

That didnt make sense? You hadnt been spanked for a few days

"Babe? You okay? Did you pull something?" He asked slowly concern creasing his brow

"I wish, no no i- lets go, i need to get back and chill... need a fucking shower you cringed, you really did, not just to cool down either.

"Okay if your sure" he said pulling away from the curb.

During the ride home he kept a close eye on you, noting the soft mewls and panting... especially when he let the car over rev a little, trying to help with the battery which had been playing up recently.

"Babe your going red, have some of your drink" henry said half way home nodding to your bag behind the seat.

"Yeah.. okay" you hummed unclipped your seat belt, holding the bottle would give you something to do with your hands, take the temptation of slipping you fingers to your crotch as the car vibrated the plug.

You moved leaning over the center console and cralwed back bending over reaching your bag. Unknowingly presenting the little bulging base of the plug in your pussy

"No fucking way!?" Henry growled doing a double take as he saw the little tell tale bump

Before you could ask what he meant a hugge hand came up landing over your slit in a light spank making you moan

"Oh god~ hen!?" You moaned and tried to reverse back into you sea but henrys hand remained on the end of the plug and wriggled it side to side sending you into a chorus of wanton moans

"Baby girl? You wore a plug to yoga?" He laughed enjpying the way you collapsed over the centre console

He moved repositioning his arm to rest his elbow and fore arm on your back fingers slipping under the leggings and following the creas of your ass to the wet pussing lips wrapped around the plug.

"Hen- daddy! Noo let me up!" Ou protested not likejng being bent over in the car for the world to see it they wished!

"Oh hush, we're almost home! Its nothing you dont deserve your naughty girl!" He teased clasping the plug and slowly began thrusting the toy in and out

"Oh gos! Listen to that~ such a messy girl? All drenched and slippy~" you mewled and began panting unable to stop rocking back.

"D-daddy please! Not in the car!"

"So yours embarrassed being caught with your toy in the car, but not your yoga class?-pfft yoga all those streches must have been fun baby girl~ tell me what was your favourite? Is this a naughty little secret?" He spoke cheerfully amused by the predicament youd got yourself in

"No-no i didnt mean it! Daddy its not like that!"

"No? Then why do you have this in your little pussy babygirl?" He asked genuinely curious

"Its for you daddy! For your birthday! I made'em bigger so you can... all in..." you stuttered as he began fuckingnyou faster. But he stopped at your comment

"You've been getting yourself ready so daddy can fuck you deeper?" He said out loud as he managed to pull the car into the drive thanking god this was an automatic.

Cy-yeah! Please-Ugh daddy!?" You cried as with a quick flick of his hands your leggings were at your knees and the plig was pulled free.

He whistled low when he saw just what your stuffed yourself with... definitely longer then anything else he'd seen you use before.

You moaned as he left you needy on the edge.

He didnt waist time just feeling hos wet and horny you were had him fully erect already.

He ditched the plug on the passenger seat paying no mind to your yells of 'is gonna stain!'

Deft fingers latched onto your hips as he pulled himself free.

"God your such a good girl~ so precious" he purred before hoisting you to straddle him and without hesitation impaling you on him fully.

"F-Fuuuck! Daddy it oh god!" You groaned feeling him press you down onto his thighs tightly grinding hissing through his teeth.

"Fuck! Fuck thats-god your so hot! So tight babygirl~" you whined as your leggings at your knees was stretched across his chest pressing your legs high and spread like a resistance band holding you open to him

"Ah daddy ! Please! Fuck please move!" You cried for him to fuck you despite being on top.

He chuckled heeding you and held your waist tightly before lifting your, bobbing you up and down on him.

He grunted straightening his legs into the foot well and moved you faster, just like he would a fleshlight useing your body as his own toy, only this time you were accepting him entirely.

His head rested on the head rest and he moaned louder widening his thighs reveling in the feel of your ass beuching his balls as he drove deeper.

You panted moaning and wriggling squirming in his grasp as he used you properly for the first time.

You fought him as things got too much, but it was no use, he had clamped his hands on you and was too lost to give any wiggle room. You loved it!

Then finally with a huge growl and roar he tugged your hips to his in bruisong thrusts markingnyou with his fingers as he plundered you in the last few thrusts

Bringingnyou high enough you feared oud hit to roof of the car.

Just as quickly as he'd taken you he finished locking you to his lap pressing as far as he could into your body floddjng your jnsides sendingnyou into your own orgasm

You flexed and kicked your entire body trembling and fighting as he held you still feedinnyour cunt as much as he could.

"Fuck! Fuck that- why has it taken this long to try car sex" you panted slowly coming down from your high.

"I dont know, but fuck if that wasnt the best quicky we ever had"

"Beats the public bathroom" you agreed

"Hands down... soo round two?"

"Inside... i can hear kal barking" you uttere flushing tipping your head hearing the bear belting out the song of his people

"Good shout..." henry chuckled

"Henry... happy birthday" you uttered

"Thank you... it's best present ever... how long you been wearing them?"he said nodding to the plug that had left an embarrassing puddle onnthe leather.

"Only a week" you shrugged leaning over grasping the plug.

"Used to it then?" He quipped staringm off in thought

"Yeah pretty much... why?" You answered anxiously

"I expect this as my very own homecoming treat from now on babygirl... do you understand princess?"

"Yes daddy~ comemon lets go inside i want round two!" You giggled nodding to him excitedly. You don't mind the inconvenience of plugs if it gives you mind blowing sex

"I thought this was my present?" He pouted sweetly at how excited you were for his present

"You gonna say no to round two daddy?" You teased prodding his chest the little sweat patch on the grey tshirt making your mouth water, you couldn't help it you were far too gone.

"of course not! Lets get your cuffs out!" He laughed patting you ass prompting you to climb off of him and crawl back to the passenger seat and redress.

[clydefrogzz]

please enjpy my poorly made meme

[rainywritingsx]

Scenario: fem!reader loudly confessing to Bakugou in a crowded room

Request: Hi~ How about a scenario with Bakugou x female reader and she is muttering something quietly to him. Unable to make it out, he asks them to repeat it. A few more requested repeats later, she just ends up shouting "I LOVE YOU." in a crowded room.👉👈🌹

AAAAAAA THIS IS ADORABLEEE OMG :D

Personally I’d never ever be able to do this lmao but it’s  still super cute!! I hope you enjpy what  I made of it ^^

xxx Rainbow

If you enjoy what I write, you can buy me a coffee! ^^

word count: 1447

warnings: Some swearing, it’s bakugou welp

“Come on, do it now!!” Uraraka whispered at Y/n as she pushed her friend in the angry blond’s direction. Bakugou was listening to Kirishima having a conversation with Kaminari, but he didn’t seem that interested.

“Yeah, look! He’s totally bored, this is your chance!” Ashido said excitedly as she bounced up and down. Y/n looked at her doubtfully. Was it really a good idea to confess to him now? If he rejected her, everyone from class 1-A would see it and it would be so embarrassing…

“Come on, Y/n, it’s just us here!” Momo said with a sweet smile.

“Besides, we can deal with them if anyone is mean to you.” Jirou said. That was true… But still, it was so scary to do..

“Y/n, I know it’s scary, but that’s the case with a lot of things. You can do it!” Uraraka encouraged Y/n again.

“Yes, and we are here to support you!” Tsuyu added.

“Well, I guess we never know what will happen if I don’t try, right?” Y/n said, to which all of the girls cheered.

“Good luck!” Hagakure cheered before Y/n took a deep breath and made her way towards her crush. She was more tense than ever, and as she got closer to him, all of her courage slowly but surely exited her body. Oh no, how was she going to do this?

As Y/n got closer, Kaminari noticed her and had a small smirk on his face when he saw the other girls of the class watching their friend. He had an idea of what was going on here now, and he was definitely going to give the two some alone time.

“Oh, hey Y/n!” Kaminari said, pretending that he had only seen her just now. Everyone’s attention turned to the girl, and what seemed to go over everyone’s  head was Bakugou’s gaze softening when he saw her smiling nervously. He still had a bit of a scowl on his face, but it was less evident than before.

“Hi guys!” she said, way cheerier and louder than she intended. Y/n slightly flinched, not expecting her voice to come out that way. Her gaze fell on Bakugou, and when their eyes locked she gulped.

“Uhm,” she looked at his friends. “C-can I talk to Bakugou alone please?” She asked carefully, nervously twiddling her fingers. Kaminari smirked and nodded.

“Of course! Hey Kiri, let’s  go to Sero over there.” Without waiting for a reply he pulled his friend away and left, leaving only Bakugou and Y/n now. She bit her lip and avoided eye contact with him for a while, until Bakugou broke the silence.

“What is it.” he said, his voice rough but not as loud as it usually tended to be. Y/n felt small, really really small right now. She lowered her gaze, staring at her feet.

“Bakugou, I like y-you.” She whispered. It was the first time she had ever said those word out loud, and now that she had said it, it felt like she was only falling harder.

“What?” Y/n looked back up at him wide-eyed. “I didn’t hear you, idiot. Say it again.” he aid with a small nod. Again?? Really? Oh goodness, she had to do it again…

“Did she do it?” Momo asked Jirou, who had her earphone in the wall. When she saw her facepalming, Momo knew it was not good.

“Yeah, but she pretty much whispered it. Bakugou asked her to repeat it.”

“Y/n….” Uraraka sighed as she shook her head.

Y/n still hadn’t said anything yet. She wasn’t sure if Bakugou actually didn’t hear it, or if he was messing around. But he wouldn’t do that to her, would he? The party was pretty crowded, so he probably just couldn’t hear what she said. But still, the feeling of annoyance was something Y/n couldn’t just push away.

“I like you, Bakugou.” Y/n repeated, a little louder this time. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he leaned in a bit.

“Idiot, it’s crowded as hell here, speak up.” Was he serious? He really didn’t heart it again?? Y/n sighed softly, feeling irritated. Why did she do it now? Couldn’t she have waited until there were less people around?

“Oh my god,” Y/n sighed as she facepalmed. Without thinking. she spoke up again. “BAKUGOU, I LOVE YOU!!”

Everyone stopped. The girls gasped as they watched in awe, Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero looked at Y/n wide eyed and the rest of the class did too. Oh…. That was a little too loud.. Y/n could feel her cheeks heat up and she quickly placed her hands on them to calm herself down.

Little did she know, that Bakugou’s reaction was pretty similar to hers. His cheeks were red and his eyes were the size of dinner plates right now. He definitely didn’t see that coming. He grunted and grabbed her hand, leaving the room after muttering “The fuck you lookin’ at?” at the class. Y/n’s blush darkened when she realised what the boy she had feelings for was doing. Where were they going?

“B-bakugou where are we going?” He didn’t reply as he walked down the hallway, which concerned her. Was he mad at her? Was he embarrassed by what she did? Of course he was….

Suddenly Bakugou stopped and turned around. Y/n didn’t notice it in time. so she accidentally bumped into his chest. She gasped and quickly took a step backwards, stuttering and profusely apologising for what had just happened.

“B-bakugou I’m so so sorry for what just happened. I wasn’t thinking and I know it definitely wasn’t the right time and I totally understand if you’re mad at me and I just really-”She stopped when suddenly Bakugou’s hands wrapped around her waist.

“What?...” she said, a lot quieter now as she stared at him on confusion. Bakuguou looked down at the girl, his eyes scanning her beautiful features. Her eyes had some softness in them, her cheeks were still rosy from what had just occurred, and her lips were slightly parted as she looked back at him in awe. Her hands were clasped together, she didn’t really know what to do, but Bakugou found that pretty damn adorable.

“You talk way too much.” Was all Bakugou said. He wanted to say he liked her back, he really did, but he found it extremely difficult to say the least. Bakugou was never one to express his emotions so openly to anyone. That’s  why he decided to do one thing which he knew would make the message clear.

Slowly, Bakugou leaned in. His gaze fell on Y/n’s soft lips, and that made her realise what was about to happen. She closed her eyes and leaned in as well, her heartbeat speeding up as each second passed. But she didn’t feel anything. She opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly.

“C-can I kiss you?” He whispered, his tone more gentle than it had ever been. His voice itself made Y/n weak in her knees. She wasn’t even able to say anything, so she just nodded eagerly. Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle before pressing his lips against hers.

Before Y/n even realised what was happening, Bakugou pulled away from the kiss. Their faces were still inches apart, and Bakugou’s eyes were scanning her face with a tiny smile on his face.

“You better understand my answer to your confession now, dumbass.” He said, the nickname sounding lovingly, strangely enough.

“That was a maybe, right?” Y/n teased with a smirk, making him roll his eyes.

“Y/n, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t ha-OH MY!!” Y/n and Bakugou almost jumped at her voice but calmed down when they saw it was Uraraka. “So my plan did work, huh?” She asked smugly, making Bakugou roll his eyes, before pulling Y/n with him again. Uraraka laughed as she walked back towards where everyone else was.

“Just gimme some fuckin’ privacy, jeez.” he muttered, making Y/n giggle.

“She meant well, Bakugou.”

“Katsuki.” He corrected her, making her blush.

“O-okay, Katsuki.” She said and smiled softly, liking the way it sounded. Bakugou was glad that his back was facing Y/n now, because he was blushing yet again. The way she said his name was just too cute… Now the two were outside, and Y/n again had no idea where they were headed.

“We’re getting ice cream.” Bakugou said, as if he could read the girl’s mind.

“At 11pm?...”

“You don’t want ice cream?”

“....Nevermind.”

[ganymedesclock]

Ace anon can happily say they're mostly in the 3rd category^^ I v much enjpy your writing!

Delighted to hear it!

I am a wretched glutton for feedback, so, really, if you ever want to say anything about my writing or otherwise, please never feel afraid to speak up.

[imagine-lcorp]

All Leads to You (One Shot)

Request

Yay, Can you do where reader is a detective and Lena's ex from college? And they meet again in National City? :)

A/N: Helloo guys, here’s another request, a little short, but it was made with love, so please enjpy and know that i keep working on your request!!! Kudos to the dear anon that sent it and let me know what you think about this one!!!! Love y’all

Lena Luthor x  Detective-Ex R//Word Count: 1,003 

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When you moved to National City, the last thing you would have expected was to cross paths again with the one and only Lena Luthor. However, it was probably something you should have seen coming.

She was heir to a multi-billion dollar company, a genius entrepreneur ready to change the world, but she was also part of one of the most powerful and dangerous families in the country. That always put her on the eye of the hurricane, whether you liked it or not, and you now had a job that demanded you to go straight into them.

And know that her mother was behind bars, and the whole police department was after her entourage, you had to knock on her office door, ready to face the storm once again, with your heart threatening to come out of your chest.

"Miss Luthor?" You called feeling off with the formality but she opened the door after a moment.

"(Y/N)? What... a surprise." She was looking at you with incredulous eyes, almost not believing she was seeing you again after all those years.

You and Lena had been a thing back in college. You had met each other during your first year while you took a couple of introductory classes together and you had hit it right away.

Lena loved the fact that you never cared about her last name. She could still remember you always getting a snack before class and sharing it with her if it turned to be too boring, your dates at the local cafeteria, and the long study nights in her dorm room where you did everything but study. There hadn't been another time, she was sure, when she felt that happy and carefree.

But then her brother started to butt heads with Superman and you had to hide your relationship from both her family and the media. Unfortunately, that's when you learned that dating a Luthor was indeed complicated.

You would have stayed with Lena for as long as she had let you but then you also came to the realization that college wasn't really your thing. You had a call somewhere else and decided to follow your guts. Which meant leaving college, and therefore Lena, to join the police academy. It had been one of the hardest things you ever had to do.

"A surprise indeed." You said trying to swallow the awkwardness of the situation and remembering you where there on official business. "May I?"

"Of course." Lena took a step aside and raised her arm inviting you to enter her office. She closed the door once you were inside. "I was expecting Detective Sawyer."

You were expecting that too. Maggie had been appointed as your new partner once you moved to National City, and for this particular case you weren't supposed to come. However, plans changed at the police station as she had found a new lead on where to find the rest of Lillian's network and decided you had to be the one to go ask the questions instead. You thought it also may have been due to the fact that she knew about your past relationship with Lena, imagining you could get a little bit more of information from her. You had tried to argue with her, but it was useless.

"Yes, I was counting on that too, but she was needed somewhere else. I hope this isn't making you uncomfortable." You walked towards her desk.

"No, no, you don't have to worry." She assured you and invited you to sit as she did. "I just...I mean."

"Didn't expect to see me again?"

"Sorry, yes." She admitted. "It's been a long time."

"I know." You looked at each other without another word, taking in how much you had changed in all those years growing apart.

Lena could notice the lines of toned muscle under your clothes. You had a few wrinkles now, and there was a kind of tiredness and toughness that was palpable in your demeanor, which she guessed came with all the years working in the police.

You were amazed by how Lena kept carrying herself with elegance and poise, the fierceness in her expression was still there with a couple of wrinkles too, and she looked even more beautiful than you remembered.

"So, um, I have a few questions, if you're okay with it." You cleared your throat, feeling embarrassed for staring a bit too long.

"Yes, of course." She composed herself. "What do you need to know?"

After that you spent a good hour in her office making questions and trying to decipher as much as you could about her mother's whereabouts before she was arrested. Lena had a lot of things to share and she assured you she was going to cooperate with whatever you needed.

"Thank you, I guess that will be it for now." You said closing your note pad. You stepped out of the chair and starter to walk back to the door.

"Of course, detective, whatever you need." She said following after you.

"Do you mind if we stick to just (Y/N)?" You asked with a little frown. "I hate to admit it but it sounds weird when you say it."

"Only if you drop the Miss Luthor too." She teased and you smiled back at her. "And if you find anything else, (Y/N), please let me know."

"If it leads back to you, sure I will." You said not thinking too much about how that would sound. "I mean-"

"That's good to hear." Lena responded with a smile.

Then, before finally leaving, you ventured to say. "If that's the case, maybe you would like to catch up later, with a drink, sometime?"

"I would like that." She said.

You looked at each other once again but this time realizing that not everything between you had changed. The little spark that ignited your eyes every time you saw each other before was still there. After all this time, like the first time.

[divorcebf]

RANDOM MUSIC RECS THAT KINDA REMIND ME OF U ILY !!!! if u listen and like any of these please lmk 🥺💖🧁💕🍄🍉 so the songs are: best friend by laufey, james by laufey, valedictorian by jenny nuo, goodbye my danish sweetheart by mitski, and cyber stockholm syndrome by rina sawayama !!!! it's not the lyrics that remind me of u, it's just the vibes and i hope u ENJPY <333333333

OH MY GOD HI DARLING DEAREST AHHHHH I LOVE U SM OMG🥺 i do listen to a fair bit of mitski from em!!! and sjnsksbks the moment i saw this in my notifs i streamed all of them and ahhh to think that. that u were reminded of me n my stupid little existence is just. VERY flattering and sweet and sjwkbdkdndkkekehkd i am kissing ur forehead as we speak if that's ok with u! i LOVED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THESE ARE YOU KIDDING ME I LOVED LAUFEY'S VOICE ESPECIALLY LIKE????? GO OFF MA'AM

[lilakennedy]

so i've only just started really checking out your equinox stuff, but i have to say i'm completely hooked. you're an awesome writer, and your characters are fascinating!

o-OH PLEASE!!!! i am so honored oh my god???? thank you so much!! i am so glad you are enjpying it!! please, that is all i could want for Equinox -  that people have fun with it!! 

this truly means so much holy shit, it always is such a big honor when people enjoy my characters/storytelling!!! this has me so giddy!! 💜

[angelkurenai]

I don’t know if it worked last time but, I’m 5’4 I have black braids with blue streaks. I have brown eyes and light brown skin. I’m a very sarcastic person. I joke and laugh around a lot. I very creative, I draw, paint and use glitter for everything. I love music I own a record player and some albums. I’m kinda old fashioned. I like marvel, D.C, Sherlock, twd, Gotham, supernatural and the simpsons. I’m kinda reserved too. I was asking again if I could be shipped with anyone?

In Supernatural I’d match you with: Dean Winchester

If there is one thing that Dean noticed from the first moment about you was how full of life you were. Being so used to death, horror and pain surrounding him almost his entire life, he instantly fell in love with your smile. He enjpys hearing you laugh almost just as much especially when he’s the reason too. Every joke he can think of or knows of, he’ll always tell you because somehow you seem to appreciate them more than anyone. He’ll admit he takes extra pleasure in teasing you about your height, like how surprised he is about how all of that sarcasm can fit in you, but at the end of the day he loves that about you too because you can give him the best cuddles in the world. You two enjoy spending time together and watching your favorite shows, which you talked him into from the first moment. And whenever there is free time and hunts to keep you occupied he loves taking you out on dates which vary from art galleries where he tells you everything he read about the paintings, to small cosy restaurants and on the occasion a picnic where he brings the two of yours favorite music to listen to. Those are the only places where he’ll dance with you without feeling too shy.

Please no more ships, they’re closed!

[delcakoo]

SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING

I'm so flustered rn SKSDUIDJDJEJ

The Jay fic is gonna in my head for days now. Chef's kiss, it was so much better than what I had in my mind. It was so dndhrjejje my brain cannot function properly

dont know if I wanna slap heeseung or hug him 👹

-anon who aksed for the jay fic

OMG IM SO HAPPY YOU FOUND IT PLS AUBAUHAJS

ngl ive been going thru some writers block SO IT RLLY MEANS A LOT THAT YOU ENJPYEd IT ANONNIE 😭😭🫶🫶 THANK U SO MUCHDJDH AHH

BE MY ANON RN ILYSM and. pleaSE NO DO NOT HUG HIM HE IS AN AWFUL BROTHER ☹️☹️☹️☹️