#saving each others asses from time to time

[rafeysbunny]

hyperbaric chamber sex with jj

two hours, twenty-seven minutes, forty-three seconds... forty-four... forty-five... that's the time jj and you have been locked up inside this thing. how did they call it again? oh yeah, a hyperbaric chamber —whatever the hell that is. not that you can complain about it, tho, it has saved you both from a painful ass death.

"this sucks," jj whines in the silence —it must be two or three in the morning, so the hospital it's pretty quiet.

he's laying on his back next to you, your bodies pressed together since the space is a little bit small for two people, though it is not entirely uncomfortable... you even have pillows, which is more than you were expecting —yay.

"it could be worse," you answer, big eyes fixed on the ceiling of the chamber as you listen to the weird sounds it makes. "we could be dead, for instance."

it's warm inside, so you aren't cold despite wearing just a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank top, your bikini still slightly wet underneath the clothes. the pressure is quite intense, which makes your ears hurt a little, but you try your best not to focus on that, or you might just go crazy in here

jj grumbles a response, shifting his weight to get more comfortable. "you know what's the worst part?" you turn your head to the side to look at him questioningly, and you find him already staring at you, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his pink lips despite the situation you're both in. "we finally found some alone time, just the two of us, and we're stuck in a tin can. talk about romantic, huh?" he says, a certain amused tone in his voice.

you can't help but laugh softly at his words, loving how he always finds the way to lift the mood nonetheless. unconsciously, you shift closer to him, the roguish look in his handsome face drawing you in.

"yeah.... that definitely sucks," you mutter, nodding in agreement.

jj leans in to press a slow kiss to your lips, his hand reaching out to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. your bodies now flush against each other. your eyelids flutter shut instantly, a little gasp leaving your lips in response.

"we could... make the best out of it?" he suggests softly, his voice barely a whisper.

"well, we're not getting out any time soon, so... you murmur against his lips with a smile, small hands gripping the fabric of his worn-out t-shirt.

jj hums lowly in agreement, his fingers trailing up and down your side as he seals his mouth over yours again. this time, his tongue slips past your parted lips to tangle with yours as he shifts to hover over you, the heat of his body enveloping you in the tight space.

you return the kiss lazily while you spread your legs for him, wrapping them around his waist as soon as he places himself in between them. he groans softly against your mouth as he grinds his hips against yours slowly, his touch becoming more insistent as he drags his fingertips along the skin bare skin of your supple thighs; the friction makes you gasp.

"wait," you mumble into the kiss, gently breaking it, and he takes the opportunity to start pressing wet kisses to your neck instead.

you open your eyes as you fumble for his pillow next to you. once you grab it, you shove it against the window, blocking the view from outside. he pulls back slightly to peer at you with a mischievous glint in his eye as he registers what you've done.

"my clever girl," he murmurs approvingly.

he kisses you once more before making quick work of your shorts, swiftly yanking them down your plush thighs alongside your bikini bottom. you lift your hips to help him take them off, and as soon as he's pulled down the pieces of clothing, he tosses them aside. you open your legs for him, pussy now exposed in all its glory; the sight alone has him hard already.

"suck 'em f'me, princess," he commands softly, pushing his middle and ring finger inside your mouth to get them wet.

you comply eagerly, hollowing your cheeks around his digits and sucking until they're covered in your saliva. you can feel his free hand sneaking up your thigh, his thumb eventually latching onto your little clit to rub it in tight circles. the gentle rubbing, added to the high risk of getting caught, gets you wet in a second.

a thread of saliva stretches in between his fingers and your lips as he takes them out of your mouth, aiming for your cunt. you can't help but moan when he slips both of them inside, brows knitting together in a frown at the delicious stretch.

"shh, baby, gotta be quiet," he murmurs with a lopsided smirk, biting his bottom lip as he relishes in the way you squirm underneath him. "can you do that?" after you nod in response, he adds, "of course you can, such a good girl."

he keeps fingering you for a little bit, crooking his digits just right to hit that spongy spot at the front that makes your toes wiggle. he also scissors them as he moves them in and out, slowly opening you up for his cock —that's much bigger than his fingers, for sure. his thumb is still touching your swollen clit with just enough pressure to drive you wild.

soon, you're begging him. "jay, please," you whisper breathlessly, hips desperately bucking against his veiny hand. "need you... need your cock."

with a self-satisfied smile, he slowly withdraws his digits, leaving your pussy fluttering around thin air. you're soaking wet by now, hands eagerly helping him get rid of his annoying clothing so he can get inside you as quickly as possible.

when he finally thrusts into your sopping cunt, neither of you can hold back the moans, jj covering your mouth and hiding his face on the crook of your neck to muffle the sounds as he starts pounding hard into you.

"jesus christ," he grunts, his fingers pressing your mouth shut so harshly that the cool metal of his rings is biting into your sensitive skin. "princess, fuck... you feel so good."

his warm breath caresses your ear as he keeps whispering his filth in it, "you're fucking dripping... getting this wet for being fucked in public, what a slut, huh?" his teeth bite your earlobe, his tongue soothing the sting afterwards. "gonna fuck you in every damn place we go from now on if you like it this much."

your eyes roll back, his dirty talk just adding to the pleasure his thrusts provide. he'd not fail to fuck you dumb, his cock hitting all the right spots inside your cunt until you're cumming around it the hardest you've ever cum, pussy tightening and pulsing around his dick so good that he's right behind you, spilling inside you with the most gorgeous moan.

more.

taglist: @jesschalamet

[habken]

Hi there!

I have been rewatching MHA and came across many accounts that support bkdk. So i wanted to ask you the following:

Bakugo wanted to kill Izuku on their first day and during the bomb test. He tormented him for over 10 years, insulted him, bullied him, tortured him. Because he has "promise" Aizawa never called him out on his toxic behavior, but threatened Izuku with expulsion all the tims, labeling him as "problem child". All Might never did anything, even after Bakugo states, that he wanted to kill Izuku. Bakugo never faced a consequence for his oppressive behavior, he even bullied his so-called BakuSquad. (He got himself captured by the league and only denied their offer becUse they were "losers") Meanwhile, Izuku clearly shows signs of PTSD, wincing everytime when Bakugo was near him. Bakugo used so many explosions on him, he should be covered in scars. It's clear that he is Hori's favorite. The MHA fandom is pretty toxic, we all know this. Bakugo's "character evolution" didn't make him a better person. He never really changed or helped Izuku. When he "moved out of instinct" he did so because it's "instinct", because he trained so much. He didn't care that it was Izuku, he didn't think about it. After the second/ third season, the other characters just didn't care anymore about his behavior towars Izuku. Aoyama's parents wanted Aoyama to have a quirk to prevent him from being left out of society, so basically to protect him from people like Bakugo. He was the most privileged person (hit the genetic lottery, intelligent and rich parents). But still, MHA clearly shows that if you feel insecure you can bully and torture and there will be no consequences. I love Todoroki and Izuku much more, because they at least help and support each other. Shoto had a terrible childhood, but he never turned into an abuser. He never turned into his father. Bakugo's "excuse" towards Izuku was just laughable (makes the whole Sasuke/ Naruto episode after their big last fight look like true cinema). In the end, the fandom (and Hori) support an abuser/victim relationship.

Why do you support bkdk?

Their relationship gives people a false sense of what a victim of abuse should do. MHA never took Izuku's pain and past seriously. They portrayed Bakugo as "tsundere" instead of showing the real consequences of being the abuser for over a decade. Kirishima showed how to behave if you feel "unmanly" or "inadequate". Bakugo in the MHA world was a racist the minute he found out that Izuku didn't have a quirk. He victimized himself and tortured Izuku because he thinks that the world revolves around him. Shouta from "A silent voice" shows how to seek redemption and forgiveness. Bakugo just wanted to be Nr1 hero, but never a good one who saves people.

MHA clearly shows that you can bully someone, torture someone, torment someone- and you will never have to face consequences. A spit-out "sorry" after 10+ years of bullying and right after insulting someone's mental state is enough to be forgiven.

jesus christ lmao

See I could rebute your long ass essay and give my reasons for liking the ship, but you don’t actually care about what I have to say. I’m not going to spend my time defending myself to someone who’s arguing in bad faith. I spent years defending the ship, getting hate comments and death threats, and I’m not ever doing that shit again.

If you want to goad me into defending a dumb shonen ship, pay me $50. Until then, fuck off. Go find like-minded people under the “bakugou faces consequences” tag on ao3

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

January 1986

Steve sighed as he stepped out into the late January air. He loved visiting the quarry at this time of year, especially when he parents strolled into town. He took in the view with a smile. God, it really was beautiful. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who thought so. He spotted Eddie Munson's van parked not too far away. He recognized it from all the times he picked Dustin up from Hellfire. The side door was wide open. Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and decided that he should go say hello. Dustin wanted them both to get to know each other, and he insisted that he had nothing to be jealous about.

"Hello? Munson?" Steve asked and peered into the van. "Eddie?"

That's when he heard it. Someone screaming. His instincts immediately kicked in, and he ran towards the sound. Steve reached the edge of the quarry and saw Eddie clinging to a ledge.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?!" Steve exclaimed.

"Well, gee, Harrington, I thought I'd get a better view - I fucking fell!" Eddie shrieked.

"Grab my hand!" Steve yelled.

Steve laid on his stomach and threw his arm down. Eddie didn't waste a second and grabbed his hand. Steve secured himself and started pulling Eddie up, but it was awkward. Steve groaned as he tried to pull him up.

"Okay! You know what? Just let me go, man, I can swim!" Eddie yelled.

"At this height, that water turns into concrete, and then you turn into mashed potatoes!" Steve exclaimed.

"You just had to put that image into my head!" Eddie shrieked. "You're fucking with me!"

"Yeah, that's right! I want to be known as the person who saved Eddie Munson's life!" Steve yelled.

"With all that hero hair, I bet you do!" Eddie yelled.

"You're so fucking - "

He was infuriating, and with that, Steve managed to find something inside of him to pull Eddie up. They stumbled backward, Eddie falling into his arms. Eddie clung to him, pressing his face into his shoulder and breathing him in.

"What were you about to say?" Eddie gasped.

"I was going to say that you were so fucking annoying," Steve said. "So annoying that I managed to use that to yank you up."

"So, what you're saying is that I saved my life," Eddie said. "I knew I could do it."

Steve laughed and loosened his grip. Suddenly, Eddie squeezed on tighter with a loud squeak.

"Eddie?"

"Don't let me go," he whimpered.

"Yeah, okay, I got you," he said softly and pressed his cheek to the top of his head, stroking hair hair gently.

"I just came out here because. . .I'm afraid of heights," Eddie said. "And I thought that I could just get over it by coming and putting my feet over the edge. It was so dumb. No one else knows about it. . .well, except you."

"Any other fears I should know about?" Steve asked.

"Ducks. You better not fucking tell anyone," Eddie said. "It's bad enough that Jeff mocks me for it, and now Dustin."

"I don't blame you. They look like freaky looking dinosaurs," Steve said. "I mean, I'm not afraid of them, but I totally get it."

"You're the only who does," Eddie said, letting out a dry sob. "You smell nice, by the way."

Eddie got up off of Steve and helped him up. He started dusting the gravel out of Steve’s hair before working his way down to dust off his back and then. . .

"Eddie, that's my ass! You're basically smacking my ass," Steve said, blushing.

"I'm just trying to be as helpful as you were with me," Eddie said and then scowled. "How the hell is this thing so bouncy?"

"Okay!" Steve said whirling around.

"Your cheeks are pink, you as cold as I am?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah. I got a blanket and a thermos of hot chocolate in my car," Steve said. "You want some?"

"It's kismet! I actually got space in the back of my van for once," Eddie said.

Steve grabbed the thermos and the blanket. He crawled into the back with Eddie and threw the blanket over the both of them. They leaned back against the wall of the van, facing the open door. He poured some hot chocolate for Eddie.

"I make it myself," Steve said.

"Goddamn, this is good!" Eddie grinned. "You really like it with extra chocolate."

"Yeah," he shrugged.

"Hmm, me, too," Eddie said. "What else is in here?"

"Can't tell you, it's my secret," he said.

"I nearly died, and you can't tell me your secret ingredient?!" He asked in disbelief.

"No!" Steve laughed as Eddie invaded his space. "You don't know what boundaries are, do you?"

"You tell me to back off, and I will," Eddie replied.

"It's fine," he blushed.

"I seriously want to think you for saving my life, Steve," Eddie said as he sipped his hot chocolate. "I never wanted to believe that someone like you could be such a good dude."

"I'm sorry," Steve said.

"For what?" He asked.

"That jocks like me have put you through so much hell that that it's made you believe so poorly in the sport," Steve said.

"Well, I suppose it happens with every group. I mean, most people think all metalheads are satanic and evil," Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

"When really they're all a bunch of teddy bears," Steve smirked.

"Shut up," Eddie said. "I suppose we all make assumptions."

"Well, Dustin was right about you. You're a great guy," Steve said.

"Not that I care about what little shrimp thinks," Eddie scoffs, blushing. "Besides, he totally worships you."

"He does?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yeah, I was super jealous as hell, by the way," he said.

"Yeah, me too," Steve said.

"What brings you out here?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, uh, my parents are actually home for once," Steve said.

"You don't like them, or they don't like you?" Eddie asked.

"I don't like them because they don't like me," Steve replied.

"Damn."

"Yeah. . .my dad is still ragging on me to join him at his company selling insurance, but I do not want to do that," Steve said. "On top of that, they're trying to pick out the girl they want me to marry."

"Jesus," Eddie said. "They can't do that, can they?"

"Well, they have the power to make me homeless, which they have brought up several times," Steve said.

"They're threatening you?! Yeah, I can see why you want to hide from them," Eddie said. "Why are they trying to force you to marry a girl?"

"It's complicated," he said.

"Oh, come on, I saved your life, you owe me," Eddie teased.

"Uh, that's the other way around, asshole," Steve said and laughed.

"You don't have to say anything, man, if you don't want to," Eddie said.

"They walked in on my fucking my now ex-boyfriend. . .who ended things, but apparently I wasn't worth it," Steve said. "So, now they're trying to cover up the fact that their precious boy isn't a freak."

"Jesus, okay, yeah, your parents are fucked in the head. You can't help being gay," Eddie said.

"Bisexual, actually," Steve said.

"Okay, context clues. . .judging by the fact that bi means more than one and sexual means - okay, yeah, okay, I got it, don't explain it to me," Eddie said, and Steve giggled. "You got anywhere else to go? Like people who actually care."

"I mean, yeah, but - "

"If they truly care about you, you're never a burden, no matter how much you mess up," Eddie said. "It took me a long time to realize that with Uncle Wayne."

"Yeah, I got a few people," he blushed.

"Good," Eddie said.

"So, how often do you need saving from yourself?" Steve asked. "Is it a regular occurence?"

"Wayne would tell you that, yes, I can barely get out of the trailer without tripping over my own feet," Eddie said.

"It sounds like you might need me around to save you then," Steve smiled.

"I definitely could, and you being around to pull me off the ledge would save the rest of Wayne's hair," he said, flashing his dimples.

"Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me, then," he said.

"I like to think that I'm worth it," Eddie said.

"I'm definitely starting to see that," Steve said.

"You know, if I were your boyfriend, I think I would have stayed and fought your parents for you. You're definitely worth it," Eddie said, casually sipping his hot chocolate. "So, how serious was this boyfriend of yours?"

"I mean, not very," Steve said. "I wasn't heartbroken when he left. Hey, wait a minute. . .Eddie, do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Oh, I thought you would never ask!" Eddie exclaimed and kissed his cheek. "Hell yeah, big boy!"

"I wasn't - I mean, you know, what never mind," Steve chuckled. "It worked out."

"Yeah, it did," Eddie said, snuggling into him.

"So, how hard are you going to test my ability to keep you alive?" Steve asked.

"Oh, you have no idea!"

They continued to talk for a long time until they could no longer feel their extremities.

LATER. . .

Steve followed Eddie into his trailer as he barrelled through the front door. Wayne jumped as the front door slammed open.

"Boy, what have I told you about slamming that door and scaring me like that?" Wayne asked.

"To keep it up. You know how you told me that this trailer wasn't big enough for me to be bringing girls over?" Eddie asked. "Well, I found a loophole! I brought a boy home instead!"

"I didn't know you liked boys," Wayne said.

"Until today, I didn't realize that I did either," Eddie said with a grin.

Steve closed the front door behind him and quickly turned to Eddie.

"What?" Steve asked.

"It wasn't until this angel saved me from falling to my death, and no, I'm not being dramatic, that I realized that I also like the boys, specifically this boy," Eddie said.

"I should have suspected this when you offered to introduce me to your uncle," he grinned. "But I didn't realize that you didn't know about yourself until today."

"Sorry," Eddie said. "So, I know it's last minute, but he'll be sleeping in my bed for a few days until he moves into his new place."

"You really save his life?" Wayne asked.

"Oh, yeah," Steve said. "Idiot looked too far over the quarry and nearly fell in."

"Eddie!" Wayne yelled and then laughed. "Sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Steve Harrington," he said and held out his hand for Wayne to shake.

"Steve Harrington, huh?" he asked in amusement as he shook his hand. "Well, thank you, Steve Harrington, for saving my boy."

"It was no problem," he said.

"Enjoy your hair while you can because you're in for it," he said, and Steve snorted at Eddie's yelp. "You're welcome to stay as long as you want."

"He makes wonderful hot chocolate," Eddie said. "Come on."

He followed Eddie into his bed and watched him rush around the room to make it more presentable.

"Eddie," Steve said.

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure about this? It's all happening so fast, and I just want to make sure that you're not jumping in because I saved your life," Steve said.

"I've been struggling with my sexuality for a long time now because other people just automatically make the assumption that just because I'm a freak that I'm also queer," Eddie sighed, "And condsidering that it came from people who just wanted to beat me up all the time, the more I wanted to prove them wrong. Then you came along, and all I wanted to do was to finally stop fighting it. You did that, and it wasn't because you saved my life. It's because you held me after and you didn't let me go. You made me feel safe."

Steve smiled. He cupped Eddie's face and kissed him.

"You made me feel safe, too, right here and right now," Steve said. "Thanks for giving me a place to run to. Hold me?"

"Done."

Eddie dropped the clothes he was holding and pulled Steve onto the bed, right into his safe arms. He didn't have to worry about his parents ever again.

"You're trying to seduce me for my hot chocolate recipe, aren't you?" Steve asked and Eddie laughed.

"You got me!"

Steve smiled as Eddie's laughter caused them both to shake. He pressed his ear close to his chest. He closed his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of Eddie's heartbeat and laughter.

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how despite being Pete's sussy guy friend, he still very much IS his friend. Wade is the type of bro to joke about dicks all the time but when the time comes, he is genuinely one of Peter's friend.

Sure, Wade tells Logan about the sparing, he tells him about patrol, and he tells him about Vinnies pizzaria even where they have their meet ups without the masks.

What Wade doesn't tell him is how tight he holds him when theye both bloody or bruised from their fights, whether against one another or a common enemy.

He doesn't tell him how they've made it a game where they can be talking on a building, and if Wade 'falls off,' Peter webs him back up and scolds him to knock it off.

He doesn't tell him that he can't believe how much Peter genuienly believes in him. He can't understand why someone so good and someone so smart would ever want to be friends with him.

He doesn't tell Logan that being around Peter makes him feel like a way better person, and how being apart from him for long emphasizes their differences, making him feel worse about himself.

He doesn't tell Logan that each time there's a little angel on his shoulder? It's Peter.

Do you know why he doesn't tell Logan? He already knows. It doesn't take telepathy to see this, and with how hyper aware Logan is, he learned all of this within a month- probably less.

Logan just comes back to the apartment to see both Wade and Peter with their suits ripped up and Peter, specifically with a bloody nose and a bruise on his abdomen. They're just.. sitting there. Holding each other so gently yet so tight that Peter is bassically in his lap, dead weighted against him, They're silent.

"Hey.."

"Hey... rough day." Is all Wade mutters, looking like he needs a nap.

"Heh.. what, kid? You fail a math test or something?" Logan tries to joke but Peter just kind of looks at him confused.

".....I'm 28..."

"And a Biochemist." Wade adds in, letting his body rest fully against the couch with a big sigh.

"Oh.." Logan says. "Well... Does the Biochemist want a tissue? He's bleeding all over you.."

Wade's hand just comes up to point at himself. "Red suit.. meant for bleeding..."

"Right.. you guys want a beer?"

"Yeeess... god, see? I told you he was the best." Wade mutters under his breath and Peter just scoffs. "You told me a billion things about him, whats your point?"

"My point- Is....." there's a long pause. "That we got our asses handed to us today...By robots. Still don't know why we couldn't just shoot'em."

Peter then groans as if he's already explained this 60 times, sitting up just long enough to take the beer. "Thanks-"

"No problem, Now scoot over."

"-but anyway, if we shot them, they would explode and put tons of lives in danger because of the automatic protocol system."

"So?"

"Wade-"

"Yeah yeah... save it for my next lecture.." he waves his hand, taking a sip of his and then reached out to clink his bottle with Logans.

"To saving the city... one god damn robot at a time..fuck this would be so much easier if Stark was alive.."

#hero-ingishard

[melina-mellow]

Timebomb brainrot has consumed me and I've started noticing some takes/misinterpretations so I have few words I'd like to share.

Warning y'all right now it's going to be a long ass RANT.

Let's start off with the AU timeline, okay?

Did people not pick up on the fact that AU Powder and Ekko were already in a relationship...?

Cause, it's obvious in the episode with the way AU Powder interacts with Ekko, and how other characters speak around them.

Ekko even says "can we pretend it's the first time" before they kiss! Cause it is the first time he gets to kiss the girl he loves, but for AU Powder this is just her kissing her boyfriend who she has done so many times before.

Genuinely, where is all this "she's gonna leave her universe and find OG Ekko" and "She's in love with OG Ekko" coming from?

She wouldn't just leave her Ekko, her boyfriend, to chase after another version of him, ntm abandoning her family and friends too.

The time OG Ekko and AU Powder had was nice, don't get me wrong, but they both have versions of Ekko/Jinx in their respective universes that they love... they're not leaving them for other versions of themselves.

Now onto our boy saviour and what the take away for him was after staying in the AU actually was.

AU Powder and AU Ekko's relationship shows our Ekko what could have been if their circumstances were different. Not just for him and Jinx, but their friends and families too.

Ekko literally apologized because he gave up on his worlds Jinx.

His time there made him finally realise that he has always loved and is still in love with his world's Jinx...it's just that seeing things in this AU finally smacked him out of him constantly denying that.

Let me also remind you the first thing he does is go to save her (boy saviour moment) but unlike the last time with Silco.....he refuses to give up on her.

And this time he succeeds. They showed up to war covered in each other's colors and marked with each other's tags.

....and in the end, the last time we see him he's mourning her.

The girl he loves.

His Jinx.

He got her back....only to lose her again.

It makes all of this a bigger tragedy...

The boy who shattered time...in the end didn't have enough time with the girl he loves.

TLDR: Ekko and Jinx/Powder may love each other in every universe, but that don't mean they'll just ditch their respective Ekko or Jinx/Powder cause their yearning for another version of them (they're not)

This is not a Miraculous Ladybug situation, we are not going to do any love squares or hexagons or octagons or whatever the hell Marinette and Adrian morphed into.

[cherricola-star]

Good girl

Of course you're his good girl you'd do anything to please him, Anything.

Tags: Afab!reader, Dom!Bangchan, Sub!reader, Daddy kink, cumming inside (protection pleeeease), squirting, cunnilingus, piv, Age gap (like 5 yrs dw), dirty talk, Chan is big (obvi), groping...etc

Word count: 2.2k

Posted: 11.26.24

Smut under the cut

How could you ever disobey your love? He did spoil you with many things, after all: love, lavish gifts, emotional support, and amazing sex. Honestly, you don't understand how you could have ever upset your beautiful husband. Well, that is what you're currently asking yourself. You couldn't help it; you were needy, and he was home because of his occupation.

You’ve been a stay-at-home wife for a while now after meeting Chan straight after graduation from your university at an after-party held by one of the previous graduates since their younger sibling happened to be in your graduating year. You still remember meeting him for the first time. How could you forget? He may not have been the tallest but his blonde hair, plush lips, strong jaw and adorable dimples were drawing you in like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t resist, especially not when he spotted you in the crowd.

He approached you and struck up a conversation asking you if you were a graduate and what your major was in. You learned some things about him too, like the fact that he was 5 years older than you with a house, car, and a well-paying job. God you never thought a grown man with a mortgage and his life figured out would turn you on so bad but you couldn’t help it you’ve always been a daddy’s girl.

This small interaction led to you getting to know each other even more with him courting you until you signed that marriage certificate promising to be with him through sickness and health.

The stay-at-home wife part came much later, about 2 years into your marriage when he came home to you and there was a home-cooked meal for him. After a bit of begging, you gave in and decided to quit your job, not like you enjoyed it anyway, but it was one of the best decisions you’ve made.

Chan was always busy with work but, it never bothered you since he still took you out on dates and spoiled you with sex and vacations whatever he had his days off but now he was on one of his business trips for his company and it was supposed to be a week long.

A whole week, how could you wait that long without an orgasm? Your sex life had never been put on such a long hiatus, the most being 3 days max but a week? You didn't know if you would survive. One of your favourite parts of the marriage was and is your sex life. He was so attentive and firm, he never made you feel unsatisfied, always making sure you came before anything else but there was one rule he had for you. Don’t cum without daddy.

You’ve followed these rules fairly well save for the few times where you disobeyed just for the fun of fucking around and finding out but now? You’ve been on a dry spell for 5 days and still had another 2 to go. You weren't a nympho at least you tried not to be but honestly, you couldn’t help it with a man like yours every time you weren’t on him was when you were either asleep or he was at work and it wasn’t your fault either, not when he was so graciously blessed with something you wanted in your mouth 24/7.

You glanced at the clock to see it was 1:30 am and all you’d been doing was fighting the urge to indulge in your impulsive thoughts but as time went on you began to realise. Nobody is home and it's the middle of the night one orgasm wouldn’t hurt especially in the dark. You made up your mind and turned to your favourite position to masturbate which was face down and ass up. You loved the way you felt spread like this and that when your legs gave out you’d fall onto your hand to continue to play with yourself even in overstimulation.

You pull up your nightgown and spread your legs, having forgotten underwear since you were too lazy to put on a pair earlier. Your fingers started to rub at your clit, stimulating you further and pushing you to continue. Your fingers move from your clit to in between your slick folds to gather your arousal to continue to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You had never been loud while masturbating this time you decided there was no harm in letting out sweet breathy moans since nobody was around to hear them anyway. You move your fingers to prod at your entrance while you start to think about how upset your husband would be if he saw you right now but instead of stopping it turns you on even more causing you to slip both fingers in to find your sweet spot.

Finding your g-spot you start to massage the soft spot bringing your breathy moans to light whining while thoughts of your husband spurred you on to continue. Lost in your self-pleasure while still being in a dark room you don’t seem to recognize another presence in the room with you at the same time. You feel two warm hands on the globes of your ass causing you to let out a scream and retract your hand from your drenched pussy.

“Shhh careful baby you might hurt yourself.” You heard the voice of your husband right against your ear and tried to steady your breathing and steady your heartbeat.

“What were you doing in the dark baby? Surely you weren’t being naughty and violating my rules were you?”

You’re fucked, completely and utterly fucked. He wasn’t supposed to be home this soon, never mind this late at night. Your thoughts are dragging you into your world before your husband’s voice pulls you out again.

He continues to massage your ass while speaking “And here I thought I could surprise my beautiful wife by coming home early and having her wake up to me but instead I get a brat playing with her naughty pussy without her Daddy’s permission. What should I do with you?”

You break out in a whine due to your neediness and the lack of stimulation on your aching core. You feel his hand slide from your ass to spread your further to look at your dripping centre before blowing on it causing you to squeal. He pulls away and you push your ass back to seek him out again craving his touch on you again.

“Please please please Channie needs you so bad... Didn’t have you for so long couldn’t help myself”, you plead with him raising up your body with your arms to turn around and look at his shaded silhouette in the dark room. He lets on a chuckle before putting a warm hand on the centre of your back and pushing you back down into an arch. You feel his warm breath near your sopping wet cunt before he speaks again “Im sorry baby shouldn’t have left my needy girl alone for so long but don't worry I'll make it up to you,” He licks his warm silky tongue against your wet cunt dragging out a long deep moan from you. You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry from the pleasure or relief of knowing that you were going to be able to cum regardless you loved the feeling as his soft thick plush lips latched on to your swollen clit to such on it before moving them to your entrance to suck and lick at that as well.

That warm feeling of your orgasm warns you of its incoming presence and you push yourself further back on his face as he tongue fucks you. “Fuck such a needy baby,” he pulls away forbore turning you onto your back to resume his activities from earlier while he put your legs over his shoulders. The new angle had him ravishing you more intensely than the previous one with his tongue licking aggressively at your clit before switching back to sucking on it. The pleasure was borderline overwhelming with you giving broken breathy moans and your nails digging into his scalp to pull him closer.

“M’ Gonna cum” You whine. Chan doesn’t stop, instead continuing to lick and suck with more intensity than before. You feel that thigh band snap and you cream all over his tongue as he licks up your arousal before sitting back on his knees. You pant trying to get your breath back after that leg-numbing orgasm while Chan takes off his clothing.

You look at his naked body in all of its glory admiring every curve and lean cut of muscle. He was so perfect that you sometimes had a hard time believing he was your husband. As your eyes continue to wander you look at his v-line following down to his cock. It was one of the prettiest ones you’ve ever seen really, it was pretty and veiny with a pink tip, a girth that would leave you aching all day and a length that would either gently or brutally kiss your cervix every time you two got intimate. You truly loved his cock and if the situation was different you’d no doubt have it in your mouth right now sucking and licking it to your heart's content.

You watch him reposition himself between your legs and spread them wide to look at your puffy blushed cunt as he takes one hand to rub through your wet folds again causing you to buck your hips. He takes his slicked-up finger and rubs them up and down his shaft getting it wet so it’s easier for you to take him.

You look up at him with pleading eyes silently begging him to give you his cock. “Is my baby that desperate?” he slaps his cock on your pussy a couple of times before sliding it between your folds and rubbing his tip on your clit simultaneously. You hump yourself onto his cock begging for him to stop teasing you and to just put it in. He seems to pick up on your non-verbal begging and decides to take mercy on you and slams his cock into your tight pussy.

As if all the air is knocked out of your body your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cream on his cock just from that forceful entry. He stares at you in disbelief, shocked that you came before he could even get 3 thrusts in. He pulls his cock out to thrust it in shallowly before you whine from overstimulation.

“Don’t be like that love, Daddy has to come too. You wouldn't want to be the only one having fun huh?”, You shake your head in response and he smirks at you “Good girl, you'll let me do anything right,” You nod your head in response “so you'll let me use this cute pussy until I cum?” You give him your verbal consent knowing that he wouldn’t continue if you didn’t respond without words. He takes your consent and slowly starts to thrust back into you slowly picking up speed as he does.

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You've had more orgasms since and your poor cunt was being constantly bullied with your husband's fat cock which in turn was causing you to continuously clench around him. “Such a good girl f’me letting me use her till I come,” you gasp as one particular trust hits a little too deep. “Too much.” you slur out and you don’t know if you have any more in you, “Just one more baby you can do it.” he encourages you to hold on for one more. He takes your legs, puts them over his shoulders and grabs your hips to slightly elevate your lower body. This new position and his new vigorous speed have you seeing stars. His hard cock bullying your soft spongy walls now felt way more intense and made you clench uncontrollably on him making him whisper out curses.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight for me. Daddy’s gonna come soon yeah? He’s gonna ruin this pretty pussy with his cum yeah?" You whine at his vulgar words as you feel your final orgasm coming on. He impossibly picks up his pace hitting that sweet spot continuously before you scream out your orgasm. Though, this time instead of creaming on his cock you squirt all over him which in turn causes him to cum deep inside of your abused cunt. He leans down and takes your lips in a soft wet kiss nipping at your bottom lip.

He pulls back and lets his softening cock slip out and with it his cum. He chuckles at your ruined state before leaving the bedroom to gather your aftercare kit and a bottle of water. He returns and takes the wipes to wipe you clean while whispering sweet words of praise and love before giving you the water to drink. Once you were finished he laid you down and cuddled behind you giving delicate kisses to your lower neck. He pulls back and leans over to your ear giving a light whisper “Next time I catch you paying with yourself like a whore, I won't be so fucking nice.”

You smile to yourself knowing exactly what you were going to do the next time he had a business trip before drifting off to sleep.

Hi guys I have a new one shot again. Please be sure to interact because Ik I tend to forget after reading a fic. Have a lovely day/night until next time.🍒

[viljily]

why I think meljay has more potential than jayvik (I view them as platonic friends) and my thoughts on season 2

Mel is a strong and developed character, and so is Jayace. They look very good together, people love them and listen to their opinions. While Victor is more closed off and oftenly irritated unlike Jayce.

Jayce shows Mel a love that requires nothing in return and a genuineness that keeps her interested and makes her think about giving herself a chance at love.

Jayce respects Mel, and in turn Mel respects Jayce they have an equal relationship.

Mel is one of the few people Jace looks to for care and support in times of crisis. While Victor and Jayce often share misunderstandings.

Jayce didn't stay with Victor out of great love, but simply out of guilt. I'm sure that if he had been a little selfish, he would have let himself stay with the love of his life.

Jayce and Victor shared a dream, while Mel and Jayce shared a sincere romantic love.

I am very disappointed with the second season, especially the last three episodes, because I thought we would see further development of the Meljay as a couple, I would have liked to see their relationship getting stronger and stronger.

I really expected Jayce to defeat Victor and come back alive to his family, Cait and Mel.

Also I'm really angry at Jayce's behavior towards Mel when he found out she was a mage.

Instead of hugging his girlfriend after being where the fuck she was, asking what happened to her, he blamed her for saving only him and not everyone (especially Victor 🤡).

Mel loves him dearly and saved his ass for the second time and this is how grateful he is?

Okay, he apologized afterwards, but after they didn't even interact in any normal way. Jace just left her alone, and I understand that the war was hard on Jayce, but that didn't stop him from thinking about Victor.

I think the Meljay relationship was thrown under the bus

Jayce, who I loved as a character, would never do that to the girl he loves.

Jayvik is just fanservice for little girls who like to dream about gay relationships. Meljay is a canon couple who were perfect for each other. Well as always we see that true love in the media is constantly being sacrificed for more views and fans.

That's all I have to say.

[bandsofmarv]

can you do a steve smut enemies to lovers related?

Thank you for the request! I actually had one ready to post this evening! Here we go :)

Bitter edges of Steve

After a disastrous mission Steve and you finally confront the tension between each other.

TW- not really any, slight smut, angst.

The door slammed shut behind you, rattling the rusted hinges. You barely had time to take a breath before Steve Rogers stormed in after you, his boots heavy on the concrete floor. His face was a mask of barely contained rage, his blue eyes sharp enough to cut.

“What the hell was that?” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone that made lesser men cower. But not you.

You turned to face him, matching his glare with one of your own. “It was me getting the job done, Rogers. Someone had to, and you sure as hell weren’t stepping up.”

His laugh was cold, humorless. “Stepping up? You mean disobeying orders, blowing our cover, and nearly getting yourself killed? That’s what you call stepping up?”

“You hesitated,” you shot back, refusing to back down even as he advanced toward you. “You always hesitate. I did what had to be done, and you’re pissed because you didn’t get to play the hero this time.”

He closed the distance between you in a flash, his jaw tight and his fists clenched at his sides. “You think this is about my ego?” he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. “This is about you being a reckless, insufferable pain in my ass who can’t follow orders to save their life.”

“I don’t follow your orders,” you spat, stepping closer to him despite the warning in his eyes. “And I’m not your responsibility, so stop acting like you care.”

He barked out a sharp, bitter laugh, his head shaking as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Care? You think I care about you?” His words were a knife to the gut, sharp and cruel. “You’re nothing but a liability. A thorn in my side I should’ve dealt with a long time ago.”

The venom in his voice made your chest ache, but you refused to let him see it. You squared your shoulders, meeting his fury with your own. “Then why don’t you?” you challenged, your voice shaking with barely restrained anger. “Why don’t you deal with me, Steve? Why do you keep coming after me, cleaning up my messes? If I’m such a liability, why the hell are you still here?”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his chest rising and falling with the force of his breathing. Then, without warning, he grabbed your arm and yanked you forward, his face inches from yours.

“You want to know why?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Because you drive me insane. Because every time I look at you, I want to throw you against a wall and—” He stopped himself, his jaw clenching as he tried to rein in his temper.

“Do it,” you whispered, your voice trembling, though not from fear.

His eyes darkened, his grip on your arm tightening. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“Don’t I?” you shot back, your breath hitching as his body pressed against yours, backing you into the wall.

For a second, you thought he might actually walk away, leave you there to stew in the silence. But then his lips crashed against yours, rough and demanding, his hands gripping your waist with bruising force. The kiss was a battle—hot, messy, and unrelenting, years of pent-up frustration and anger spilling out all at once.

“Still think I don’t care?” he muttered against your lips, his voice a dangerous growl.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. His hands roamed your body, possessive and unyielding, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

When he pulled back, his eyes burned into yours, a mixture of anger and something darker, something that made your knees weak. “You make me crazy,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You make me want things I shouldn’t want, make me feel things I shouldn’t feel. I hate it. I hate you.”

“Good,” you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Because I hate you too.”

His lips curled into a dark, almost cruel smile. “Prove it.”

Before you could respond, he was kissing you again, his mouth hot and relentless as his hands slid beneath your shirt. He lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall as his lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough as his hands gripped your thighs, holding you firmly in place. “Say you hate me.”

“I hate you,” you gasped, though your voice trembled with need.

He laughed softly, the sound dripping with satisfaction. “Liar.”

His hand slid higher, his touch rough and unrelenting, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips. His mouth found yours again, swallowing your gasps as he pressed himself harder against you, the line between hate and desire blurring until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

The rest of the world faded away as you surrendered to him, the weight of your shared anger and frustration dissolving into something raw and primal. This was no fairytale, no perfect resolution—but in that moment, with his body pressed against yours and his lips claiming every inch of you, it was enough.

For now, it was enough.

[gouraminnow]

Hii, if you still write, could you do a continuation for the yandere shanks headcanons please?

I haven't done hcs for him before? I can do em now tho :) This is mostly the background idea I was working off of for my drabble but it's not super concrete

The guy is notoriously flaky. Honestly I feel like a lot of OP men are. So if you manage to catch his eye in a way that gets him to fixate on you, well... good luck lol

The idea I had for the mini fic I wrote was a civilian Mc who had managed to bargain for a ride to another island, for whatever reason. Nowhere specific, just anywhere but where you are now, and he obliges. The obsession isn't immediate, but he decides there's something about you he likes, whether your funny, charming etc. And since you aren't picky about where he drops you off, you don't question it when he doesn't let you off the next time the Red Force docks somewhere. You believe him when he cites a lack of safety, whether it's corrupt Marine presence, other pirate crews, etc.

And it's fun, anyway. Whatever reservations you had about running off with a notorious band of pirates are easily quelled. Shanks himself is so easy-going and carefree, you open up without realizing or really thinking about it. They're friendly, they invite you to join the party, and they're more than willing to show off for someone so easily impressed. Towards the end of the night, you're throwing bottles into the air, laughing as Yassop easily snipes each and every one out of the air despite everyone being drunk off their asses.

The parties are fun, the food is good, everyone is friendly and you don't think much of the casual affection given by Shanks. Arm around shoulders if he isn't using it to drink, being pulled into his side... what you do think is weird is when you come down with some sort of minor illness, and he insists you stay in his bed rather than the room they set up a cot in. Isn't there an infirmary? He tells you he just feels personally responsible. Wants you somewhere he can keep an eye on you himself. This... doesn't make much sense to you, but you relent. You are his guest after all, you don't want to be rude... Things start adding up. He's the only one who touches you so much. You start noticing the looks the others give the two of you, the way they seem to be herding you towards him... the safety excuse worked the first couple times they wouldn't let you disembark, but the 4th? 5th? 6th? Eventually you learn to stop asking, and opt to try and sneak off while they're on land- and that's when the Marine incident happens, and you learn you have a bounty.

You don't understand how. You stay below deck any time there's any sort of skirmish- and the Red Haired pirates end any conflict awfully quickly. Even if you had been spotted, loitering on deck before being ushered to safety- you doubt anyone survived long enough to speak of you, let alone get a photo. And it's not one you recognize, either. Did someone back on your island report you to the marines, when you decided to run off with a band of pirates? Did Shanks do it? That wouldn't make sense, so you think it was probably delivered by someone scornful back home...

You wake up in bed with Shanks, resting against his chest. You blink, trying to pull away, and for the first time since you've known him his stern expression is directed at you. You'd seen it when pirates or marines were spotted on the horizon, but never because of you, never at you. He finally confirms that you won't be leaving. That he doesn't intend to let you go. And you have a bounty now, anyway, for associating with him, so even if he wanted to part ways it would only endanger you. And that's when it really hits that you had gotten far too comfortable with a group of men who's jobs include the bonus of might making right, of taking whatever they want. But then again, if Shanks still decided he wanted you, having discretion wouldn't have saved you from a man like him.

Now that you know, he doesn't need to hold back anymore. Gone is the cot and room to yourself, you sleep with him. He smothers you- a hand on your hip, thumb gently rubbing. Always looming if you're on deck with him. Pulling you onto his lap to start a makeout session in full view of the others, much to your horror. He's aggravatingly casual about the whole thing, too. Seems to think the best solution to your tears is to hold you close- in reality he does know better, of course he knows it's because of him. He just doesn't care.

[heartsswirls]

Any Style fanfiction recommendation pls? Btw your sp fanart is gorgeous

..! Which App do you use for dijital art

RAHHH Thank you so much!! I use procreate for all my artwork ✨

Ooooh you are not ready for all the style fanfics I have saved on my phone...💚💙

Starting with my all-time favourite (and arguably the most loved in the style fandom)

The Scenic Route - hollycomb

Rated E, 116k words

I've reread it more than 5 times already, and every time I do, the build-up has the same intensity as it did the first time. All the characters in this fic feel true to the characters in the show, especially Style's dynamic. I think I love this fic even more when I first read it back in 2022 because I was also graduating high school and moving on to university.

Read it, trust me - it will change your life.

Paper Crowns and Waverunners - hollycomb

Rated T, 12k words

There's something so special about seeing Stan and Kyle growing up together and helping each other in little moments of time. The way they come to appreciate each other so much as best friends, not knowing this is how love between two individuals should feel. The gradual frustrations from Kyle are depicted soooo well in this fic - you'll love it.

I would love to go on talking about the other fics below but schoolwork is kicking me in the ass rn so I'll leave you with the links!

a quiet place (where I can scream how much I love you) - sleep2thefr33zing

Erendriel - roguendeavor (I can't find the link anymore on ao3 but it's an amazing SOT Style fic)

I Feel So - Brat-Child3 - (the writing was a little clunky at first, but it does get exponentially better + Style angst went crazy for this one)

I have soooo many more style recs but these are the first few that left a lasting impact on me, lmk if you want me to send you a DM!

[unlawfulchaos]

[This is what happens when you trap Maverick on a carrier at sea for several months, in shared bunks with Merlin, Slider, and Iceman. He finds new ways to entertain himself. Namely, antagonising Slider.]

Maverick: You know what I've always wondered? How do tall people sleep at night when the blanket can't go over them right to their toes?

Slider: Maverick, it is three o'clock in the goddamn morning.

Maverick: So you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

Slider: Maverick, I swear to god if you don't shut up I'm gonna-

Maverick: Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you through the blanket covering me completely.

Slider: I hope you die.

Maverick: Yeah? Well, I hope you step on legos.

Slider: Take it back. TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW.

Maverick: Barefoot.

[hanzajesthanza]

god we need to bring crackfic back. or just short and idiotic ideas that wouldn’t happen but would be funny to read

[omgafhsfanin2024]

Oh god is my fnafhs phase coming back. I have an AU Idea and it's very magical girl-y help (a Lil summary in the tags)

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

hunter tf you mean “grimwalkers can’t feel love?????” hello????? wanna say that again to camila? to gus??? to luz?????

[sheila--e]

Guido Mista found shot twelve times in the chest in a parking lot, while eating a burger with no honey mustard. Local little blonde teenager caught in a nearby car explosion reports that "they were self inflicted upon trying to open the wrapper".

[thatstruwu]

watching possession 1981 recently and,,,,,,, blackmadhi coded,,,,,, hear me out,,,,,