#you're going to give your entire body whiplash

[aaronandthecrew]

Inktober Days 19 and 20! Houndour and Seviper. Well, well, well. These two again.

#pokemon #seviper #houndour #team rocket #tm47 #animated #gif #animated gif #art #comic #webcomic #silly snek #seviper pls #stop #you're going to give your entire body whiplash #you doofus #inktober

[screampied]

NO NUT NOVEMBER ☆ JJK MEN

gojo, nanami, toji, getō, choso, jujutsu kaisen men & how long can they last during nnn

2.7k+ ☆ total wc ☆

☆ tags ☆ afab!reader. overstim , edging , dry humping , unprotected sex , oral [f] , orgasm-denial , semi-public sex , dirty talk , choking , dumbification kink, brat taming.

FAILED NOV. 1 ☆ GOJO SATORU

poor gojo fails on the first day immediately. he's so cocky once you suggest you two should try it—see which one breaks first and it's obviously gojo. you walking around in a sundress was just about enough for him to forget about the entire challenge.

“you really don’t think i’ll last for the entire month?” gojo says, and he’s just following you around. it’s november first and he’s already losing it. the pretty sundress that hung down you, practically and barely reaching your ass made him ten times hornier. “pft. please. i can last the whole month without—” and then he stops mid-sentence at the realization, and his lip quivers a bit whilst he’s rubbing himself against you from behind. “…can't i at least.. touch you, baby?”

“no,” you spoke, letting off a gasp once he bends you straight over the kitchen counter. all it took was for gojo to pull up your sundress a few inches towards your waist, and he nearly lets off a needy moan once he sees you’re wearing no panties. “you can last a month satoru. it's not that long.”

“hey ‘s not fuckin' fair,” he groans, and he’s so close propped up against you. his bulge hardens against you, he’s only wearing simple grey sweats and he slides his hands against your waist. “planned this all out, d-didn’t you,” and he lets off a low breathy sigh. “there's no rule sayin' i can’t bend ya over like this,” he speaks, his voice sounding whiner by the second—you gasp once he squeezes your ass, feeling his thumb brush against your slit. “is there, baby?”

gojo couldn't help himself. once he had you bent over, you now found yourself in mating press with him being pumped full over and over again. a day hasn’t even passed and he already lost—to be fair, in his defense it was your fault for walking around in a pretty short sundress that nearly showed the bottom parts of your ass.

“s-so nice ‘n warm f’me.” he’d pant again and again, having you in quite the position to where you’re laid flat on your back, his own cum is so much it’s oozing out of your pussy. your grip onto his wrist tightens as he dips his hips in and out, you’re moaning from his thrusts—already forgetting about the stupid dumb challenge you suggested for you and your boyfriend to participate in.

to think of going one month without being intimate with gojo.

“s-satoru,” you moaned, and his base just smacks just smacks and smacks against you. you're so dizzy, craving more of his sticky load by the second, desperately wanting to be even more full. it was such a mess between your legs. he’s panting and staring at you with that same hungry feral gaze, swiping a tongue across his sheeny lips—gojo leans in to kiss you hard, yet more so passionate. he’s moaning and whining into your mouth while preparing to cum again and he’s so sensitive. he can barely think straight. “m-mhm.”

your body is basically being fucked dumb into the fats of the silkened mattress. gojo’s weight hovers against yours as his cock thrusts in and out, giving you whiplash so good to where it has you digging your pretty nails into the pale roots of his arm.

“not finished with you,” he pants, his eye-lids were low, and he was still panting up a storm once he pulls out for a brief moment. gojo stares down at the mess he create—licking his lips once more before leaning down to briefly lick a little of his own cum from your thighs before letting off a sigh. “we… can try again next year, y-yeah?”

FAILED NOV. 3 ☆ CHOSO KAMO

choso would have honestly failed on the first day too, but he has a bit more self control which is surprising. he's a very needy man not to mention quite clingy too. three days felt so long for the poor guy though. three days without cumming inside—he'd go mad. so he had to improvise.

“just a taste princess, just a…taste,” he’d pant, staring at you with such intent. you’re just lying down on the bed, glancing back up at him while rubbing a hand over your tummy before smiling. “don’t look at me like that.”

“choso it’s only been three days,” you giggle, reaching for his hand and he was so warm—he lets off a soft moan just from your touch alone, so touch starved and it hasn’t even been that long.

a big baby.

but eventually, he was so cute and you gave in. choso didn’t even want to fuck you. all he wanted to do was please you, more than please himself. but he does end up pleasing himself just a tad bit. you getting off gets him off if that makes sense. the raven-haired man was propped securely between your legs, his tongue latched onto your sweet cunt, lapping it up continuously while his moans fanned against you—making you create out tiny whines and moans yourself.

“s-so good, so hungry,” he whines, and choso can’t help but reach into his black and white boxers, stroking himself. he couldn’t help it, just hearing your sweet noises was enough to make him cum right through his sweatpants. “drivin’ me s-so insane.”

“fuck choso,” you whimper, some long strands of his hair tickles and brushes against your thighs, he’s so sloppy too. making sure to spit on your pussy only to clean it up. choso wasn’t never fond of his pretty baby to be messy. he’s so into it, his lashes remained closed as he ate you out, continuing to stroke his dick—moaning right into your folds, eventually your slick drips down his chin and he’s craving more and more. “don’t stop, your tongue feels so g-good, baby.”

“praise me more,” he whines, giving you a brief stare, his eyes opens for a second and his eyebrows raise down and furrow. a cute saddened expression of how wanting and needy he was. “want you to tell me how good ‘m makin’ you feel, gorgeous.”

you’re panting heavily from his tongue and how deep it reaches, each suck and slurp he creates before you dig your fingers through his hair to make him maintain eye contact. “you’re so good, choso. you’re making me feel so good.”

“….oh, s’ all i want, pretty,” he sighs, giving the front part of your pussy a sweet kiss before dragging a single orgasm out of you.

FAILED NOV. 9 ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI

you make toji fail because you’re just…horny. toji believe it or not, toji could last a few days of nnn despite being an actual walking sex-machine. it was your idea, but now you regret it. it makes his ego boost tremendously seeing how you couldn’t take it anymore, such a cock hungry girl.

“toji!” you’d pout, desperate for him to at least touch you at least—but no, he was busy occupying himself by working out. raising the hefty bench pressed up and down, he looked so good. and he was just ignoring you. a smirk lightly pressed against his lips as he lifts the gym equipment up and down, counting his sets in his head and you bit your lip.

you had to do something, you couldn’t wait. it’s been nine days, you were sitting on toji’s lap. specifically, his hard bulge that was poking through his grey gym shorts. “yes baby,” he speaks, acting as if you weren’t squirming on his lap, so desperate to get him off.

“i need you,” was the only pathetic words leaving your lips, and he watches as you slide your hands up his white tank tee, brushing your fingertips against his abdomen—his rock hard abs just flexing, a bit sweaty and you nearly moaned. “so bad. sosobad. fuck me please. ��s was a stupid idea.”

“tch. ‘bout damn time. and ya said i’d break first,” he chuckles, setting the black dumbbells aside to their original position. “mm. at least y’er aware. now now, be a good girl ‘n take those filthy panties off f’me.”

you whined, thankful you wore a skirt so all you had to was really slip your panties off—you stare down at toji as you’re riding him and he’s still laid flat on his back on the gym bench. at least it wasn’t many people around but they’d still probably see you. but from anyone’s perspective, it’d look like a silly girl on her boyfriend’s lap for whatever reason.

“s-shit,” you moaned, feeling his cock expand deep just from his girth alone. it was so good, it nearly had you drooling. toji’s fat dick was something you could never get enough of. it stretched you out so good—it was indescribable to say how great it made you feel, your pussy yearned for more each time, your mouth grows dry as you grind your hips against him. and he’s just staring at you with his toned arms are just smugly pinned behind his back, watching you have the time of your life. “s’big toji. fuck.”

“ya know how to take it every time though, doll,” he grunts, bringing a hand towards your waist to somewhat guide your movements. you whimper once he brings a hard smack to your ass once he feels you start to slow down, he’s so big, his tip kisses against deep inside of your pussy and you’re so dizzy, you can’t even speak words. “fuckin’ whore-” he groans, and you end up making toji cum quicker than he thought he would—it shoots right inside you, his head goes back for about two seconds and it’s sexy, you can see his adams apple just briefly.

“better savor that shit,” he grumbles, watching you catch your breath yourself, and he brings two fingers and dips them inside your pussy before letting off a grunt. “should make ya lick my fingers clean. bet you’d like that, little slutty girl,” and he gives you a brief head pat while you’re pushed into his chest, panting over and over. “yeah ya fuckin’ would.”

FAILED NOV. 18 ☆ SUGURU GETŌ

geto could last long, but everything changed once you decided to tease him a bit too much. sending him videos of you touching yourself while he’s out at work or busy. he comes home to you—and he just can’t take it anymore.

geto’s breath shakes once he holds his phone in one hand, seeing you on the screen—only in your bra and panties, sliding a hand up and down your body. his eyes trail and observe every inch, his mouth dry a bit, wishing you were with him right now. “suguru baby, you miss me?” you’d say in the video recording, dragging your fingertips further and further down until you eventually stopped at the very hem of your panties. “it’s been eighteen days since you last touched me.”

“yeah…” he pants, knowing you obviously can’t hear him, but he wished you could. so bad. “miss you so bad, princess. miss your pussy.”

“remember, you can’t touch yourself to me either. or cum until the month ends, okay? love you.” and the video clip ends. of course, he watches it at least seven more times—nearly cumming his pants just at the sound of your voice alone.

geto groans, feeling the bulge in his pants strain staggeringly get bigger and bigger. once he finally gets home, he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

you were already waiting for him on the bed, with a sly smile—geto's quick to pick you up and kiss you all over, staring with your lips and your neck. “the tip, just the tip. swear. jus’ gotta feel you baby. feel your warmth.”

“fine,” you smile, already making your way onto him. geto tells you at least ten shaky thank you’s once you’re hovering over his cock—geto looks so pretty underneath you, his hair covers his face and he starts whining once you’re doing as promised, just the tip. “what’s wrong, do you want more than that?”

“yeah but baby, you’re gonna make me c-cum.” he moans, feeling you start to sink down lower until your hips rocks against him and he lets off a soft whimper by accident. “damn, just like that. ride me baby. make me cummm,” and his voice is so smooth but shaky, his dark pretty eyes nearly rolls back and it’s so sexy, he’s so sensitive he keeps swallowing and bracing himself before within seconds—geto ends up shooting white ropes inside, you feel his dick twitch as he’s still spasming, it’s been so long and his load is so much.

“shit.” he whines, leaning in to kiss you and he ends up moaning in your mouth once you return the kiss. “saved- saved s’much for you, baby,” he moans, grabbing ahold of your hips, making you continue to rock against him—only before he grips your waist, and starts to make you slam onto him and you whined, completely taken aback. “gotta remind this pussy who it really belongs to though.”

FAILED NOV. 30 ☆ NANAMI KENTO

nanami's the only one of the few who can actually go an entire month, although he just about barely makes it. he comes home from a long day at work and he’s just so pent up and stressed. all he can think about is using you as his personal cum dump.

“you don’t know how hard it was to not—” and he pauses, having you lied flat on your back, using a single hand to pry your pretty legs open. you shiver from feeling the cold band of his watch brush against your thighs. “woman, you torture me, you know that?”

you whimper from feeling him slowly sink himself inside—he’s staring down at you and his weight presses against your ass, he groans once he goes in and out, he’s teasing you. his cock was so thick, it stretches you out in every shape or form. your pussy hugs and grips him tightly, and he just can’t help himself. “kento, cum in me p-please,”

“thought you said i couldn’t cum until december first, sweetheart,” he says in a low voice, it’s almost seductive by the sounds of his pronunciation. nanami’s just sliding his tip in and out, it’s leaking with some of his own pre-cum, and he lets off a chuckle once he hears your cute whine of frustration. “this is your little game, i’m just playing by the rules.”

“didn’t mean it,” you cry out, so needy for him to fuck you. he was so warm, so so warm, your eyebrows parted together in annoyance and you bit your lip at him sinking a few inches inside your tight needy cunt before pulling out again. “kento please. fuck me, cum-cum in me, i need it.”

“oh, i know,” he breaths, and you gasp once you feel him spank your ass before rubbing it softly. nanami groans—swiping his fat reddened tip against your throbbing hole, spitting on his hand before rubbing it against your entrance to make you whimper, then spanks your pussy. “to think i haven’t touched this pretty body for a damn near month. you only ended up torturing yourself, sweetheart. can’t last a day without me filling this sloppy cunt up,” and as he’s talking, you’re growing more and more dizzy. you’re practically drooling from how needy you were.

and he dumbs his words down just a tad bit for you, his voice grows low once he leans up close to you purposely, wrapping a hand around your throat as his weight pressed against your ass. “tell me,” he whispers. “say the words and i’ll overflow your pussy with everything i have, pretty girl.”

“please kento, need your cum. need it so bad. fill me up please. breed me.”

“anything for my girl.” he kisses the top of your head, stroking a thumb against the middle part of your neck before stuffing two fingers of his into your mouth—he didn’t expect you to suck on them, but you did, whining and whining over and over again once he starts to thrust inside of you. he’s slow but his strokes are deep, and it’s so romantic. “that’s it, jus’ relax for me. let me claim these walls, then i’ll claim your heart next.”

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[tinyluvs]

Hii! I love your blog <33 I read your NSFW headcanons of jealous Spencer, would you do a second part with aftercare? Thank you in advance :)

thank you angel! and absolutely !! you’re welcome!

the change to soft!reid is enough to give you whiplash honestly, his eyes soften and his breathing evens out

he scoops you up, always, having to carry you, holding you tight against his body

"you okay? was i too harsh?" and "you're okay, my sweet girl"

he sits you on the counter, using the softest washcloth he can find to wash your face, so so gently, dipping to kiss over your forehead and eyelids

baths, he runs them slightly too hot but gets in first, pulling you down onto of him, gently. he lets you rest your head against his shoulder, chest to chest while his fingers drag up your back

you doze, on and off and he just lets you, constantly mumbling about how good you are and how he loves you so so much

once you're awake and warm he finds your comfiest, fluffiest pj's and wraps you up, leaving you in a corner of the couch while he makes you food

"choose something on tv angel, anything,"

he always makes your favourite food, sometimes getting food deliveries if he hasn't got the ingredients in, refusing to leave you to go to the store

when he splits the portions he always gives you the bigger one

cuddles !!! lots of them !! just a pile of both of your bodies lounging watching tv, your favourite blanket thrown over you both

when you're done eating he pauses the tv, picking you up and dumping you in his lap to face him

"you know i love you, right?" and "you know i don't mean any of it?"

he doesn't force you to reply audibly, letting you nod while he rambles

kisses, everywhere, peppered all over your face while he makes his way to your lips, kissing you so softly, like you could break

he massages your skin gently, over all the places he had been a little rough earlier, gentle fingers pressing against your hips and thighs but not in a sexual way

"y'wanna sleep?" he catches you drifting but you shake your head but he tightens his grip around you anyway, stroking through your hair, over your cheek and neck until you're softly snoring on top of him

the next day he always goes all out, breakfast in bed, an entire day of shopping or wandering around your favourite museum or the aquarium followed by a dinner date, with flowers and so much love

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily!! send prompts to my ask box!

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[goddessofwisdom-7]

Sacrifice

Luke Castellan x female!reader

Percy Jackson & female!reader

Description: Set after Titan's Curse before BoL, you rendezvous to meet Percy before heading back to Luke and he contemplates the intensity of your love and sacrifice.

A/N: I read the books like 7 years ago so I'm not super duper canon compliant

Percy notices the grey in your hair first and a phantom pain rushes through him. It's more discolouration than either he, Annabeth or Luke has and it's striking.

It aged you so much and he wonders how long did you hold up the sky? Why did you hold up the sky?

But your fatal flaw had been self-sacrifice. You'd given yourself up before anything, before Luke would be forced to take Atlas' place.

And the sky lay on your shoulders for days before Luke realised that the plan was going slower than expected and he needed to give you some respite.

That's why he thought of Annabeth, that's why he took on the sky as a trap. And the only reason you didn't push her out of the way and take the burden was because you spent much of those days unconscious, drained.

Percy thought he should hate you.

But his own flaw was loyalty and for so long you were running interference, a buffer, to slow down Kronos' ambitions. And you were too devoted to Luke to leave him behind just yet.

Anyway, your decision to play double agent was riskier still and here you were. Sacrificing. Again. The other side could find out, and the consequences would be gory and painful but you came to meet Percy, to prepare him.

And all he could look at was how grey your hair was.

A vainer person would've coloured their hair.

Your eyes are tired, entire body tense as if preparing for sudden attack. But you smile bravely at him, and Percy gets whiplash with how weirdly similar you resemble his mother back when she was alone and suffering bravely for him.

"You don't have to go back, you know," He suggests.

It's a bad idea and you both know it. But

"We could keep you safe."

"You've gotten quite the growth spurt recently," you say instead, "thank you Percy, but I'm meant to be at his side in battle. I promised him that much."

Is it worth it though? He thinks bitterly.

You love him so much, it's going to kill you.

But Percy has yet to realise that you're counting on that. That you will die at his hand, and Luke who'd burn the world and destroy all souls for you might finally see the destructive nature of his ways– see clarity through grief.

It's horrible plan.

Or maybe he does realise it but hasn't truly understood.

Regardless, he moves forward and pulls you into a hug. His first sister, his crazy friend and foe. Gods, he's as tall as you now.

Your hand brushes the grey locks on his head and you slowly back away.

"See you around Percy. Take care."

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#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #pjo fandom #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hello! Would you be able to do a hero x villain scene where the villain catches the hero doing something he's not supposed to and the villain uses that to blackmail the hero? I love your snippets, i could literally read them all day like a book lol

"Tsk. Tsk. What have we here?"

The hero froze. They ran through a million different versions of how screwed they were. Then, they swore quietly, and turned. "Is there any small chance that you're not going to make a big deal out of this?"

"You graffitiing the side of parliament? On-" The villain's gaze raked over the colours, the style, clearly matching it to the other acts of vandalism that had been making the news of late, "-multiple occasions." Their eyes it up. "Oh, they'll have your head, hero."

The hero's stomach sank. It wasn't even an exaggeration. "So no biggie. Right? You love a bit of chaos?"

The villain smiled. It was not a comforting smile.

The villain might appreciate chaos, but not so much as power.

The hero folded their arms across their hoodie, like that would somehow cover the bloody scrawl of 'inaction in the face of evil is evil, you bastards' behind them. It was complete with a rendition of the head minister's face with a moustache and devil horns and a list of the dead.

"Why are you even here?" they snapped.

"Consulting with him of the devil horns."

"Of course you bloody are."

The villain shrugged. "This administration is evil, as you say. It's very convenient. They're oh so eager to get me on board, yada yada."

"You in government?"

"Mm. It's horrifying, isn't it?"

Horrifying seemed like too mild a word. The villain was already powerful, with legal and official backing - however unjust - they would be unstoppable. Never mind that...

They were probably using the villain. Or, at least, trying to. The idiots didn't realise that the villain was a different sort of beast entirely; difficult to tame, malice not contained to cabinets and board rooms and cruel detachment. Or, maybe, they knew but were simply too greedy for what the villain could give them.

There was no way it would end well either way.

And now...

The villain's smile broadened, at the hero's expression.

"Relax, hero," the villain said. "I won't tell anyone."

"...you won't?"

"Not if you do a little something for me."

The hero stared at the villain, flat.

"Oh, come now," the villain purred. "I'm being nice."

"By blackmailing me?"

"By giving you a chance to avoid being executed on the front steps. By not instantly taking away the last hope that all these poor..." The villain swept forward, "downtrodden," they captured the hero's chin, "peasants have."

Their eyes met. The hero swallowed.

It didn't need saying that the villain could. Which meant that whatever they were after must be awful, for them to give up the chance of their ultimate victory, of the chance to get rid of the hero forever.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I have no doubt you're aware of the dance tomorrow."

"The one that costs an obscene amount of money that could be used on public infrastructure or the welfare of people who live here."

"That's the one," the villain cooed. "Come with me."

"Excuse me?"

"Come with me to the dance."

"As your accomplice to what?" The hero's eyes narrowed. "You're not going to kill them all, are you?"

"As my date."

The villain dropped their chin.

There was a long pause. The villain was implacable. The hero was having some sort of internal seizure. Emotional whiplash. Possibly an existential crisis.

"...you're blackmailing me to be your date."

"Astute observation."

"I notice you didn't say you weren't going to kill them all."

"I notice you didn't say no."

"Well," the hero huffed, face hot. "I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"I was half-expecting an 'I'd rather die', I'll admit."

"I mean, it was a close shout. It is..." They looked the villain up and down, then quickly looked away from the disgustingly perfect body. "You."

The villain smiled again. Wild. Savage. No politician's curve of the lips.

The hero wet their dry lips, resisting the urge to clear their throat. "And if I do this...you won't tell anyone about..." They waved a hand at the wall. "I have your word?"

For what is was worth, and the hero had never expected it to be worth quite so much, the villain always kept their word. Unlike some people.

"You have my word."

The hero felt dizzy as the adrenaline in them bottomed out. Shaky. They realised abruptly how clammy their hands were around the cans.

It still seemed too easy. The villain could have finished them. It was a stupid, ridiculous thing to be murdered for...but exactly the kind of thing the current administration didn't tolerate. That along with free speech, empathy and the other hallmarks of a caring society.

The villain turned to look at the vandalism, attention roaming over the names, the words. It was impossible to tell what they were thinking.

"Go on then," the villain murmured. "Finish up."

"You're going to watch?"

The villain didn't deign that with a response. The hero tried - and failed - not to feel self conscious as they got back to work. They'd, for obvious reasons, never had an audience before.

After what it had cost, though, they couldn't leave the job half done.

They felt the villain's eyes on them the whole time, intent and electric. It made the hero feel like they were stripping.

By the time they were done, the hero's hand was shaking.

"Very good." They felt the villain's chest pressed against their back, their breath against the hero's ear. "Remember to wear something pretty for me."

Then, they were gone.

The hero had to get out of there.

#heroes and villains #blackmail #villains #heroes #villains and heroes #hero x villain

[aswaki]

i could take matthew no prep (i am half his size and delusional)

- 🐠

aahh stop because im tiny (its so weird to be saying this) so i think about this a lot too. imagine taking him in full and raw as well!!! (but safe sex!!! i'm on pills!!!) matthew would so fucking cocky if he knows you want to take him on, no prep, raw, and all. he likes knowing you're shorter than he was since he was usually the small guy in the group. he'd be so obsessed when showing off his strength and skills with you. (and you love it!)

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | explicit (minors dni)

contains: fem!reader, brat!reader, dom!matthew, size difference (reader mentioned being smaller/shorter), no prep, rough sex, pet names ("pretty girl", "good girl", "brat")

“i promise, i can take it!” you exclaimed, fluttering your lashes. they moved as if they were butterfly wings trying to impress a potential mate. sensual, alluring, pretty.

“i need you.” you were so horny. you could take anything. you’d literally do anything.

matthew was concerned at first since you were pleading to go straight at it— to just have his dick inside you —but the incessant begging dissolved all traces of it. 

“you don’t need anything— you want it.” his hand circled your wrist to stop you as you made an attempt to reach the band of his sweatpants. you whimpered when he touched you.

“oh no, pretty girl, you don’t get to touch.” he continued to speak. the tone of his voice was so low that it made your insides flip. your gazes met. you could see his gaze darkening. on matthew’s end, he could see excitement swirling in your eyes as he got rough with you.

“please,” that was all you could say before matthew suddenly pushed you to the bed. given your size and his strength, it made this easy to do. things happened so fast that it amazed you that you didn’t get a whiplash.

the pillows cushioned your fall. his body loomed over you while you were laying down. his boxers were discarded quickly as his sweats were. it revealed how his erection stood, almost angrily. your mouth almost watered at the sight. you wanted to grab it, to feel his intimidating cock like you were taming it.

“no touching. only i get to feel you,” matthew said like he could read your mind. before you knew it, your dress was bunched up to your waist. your damp panties were exposed to him. you would be embarrassed by how wet you were but your arousal didn’t make you give a fuck about anything at the moment.

matthew used his teeth to drag your panties. the feel of his lips and teeth bloomed goosebumps across the flesh it trailed down. noises left your mouth as the cool air hit your pussy. you bucked your hips at the sensations— he wasn’t even inside of you.

his hand finally did get to touch you as he gripped your hip. he lined himself to your entrance and thrusted his cock in. his lips parted, enjoying how good it felt to be in you.

your whines got worse as his girth stretched you out with no warning or whatsoever.

“take it like a good girl and stop whining,” he warned you as he pushed his entire length in. your walls quickly clamped around his cock. tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. you didn’t want them to fall. you had to hold on to the end of your promise (“i can take it!”).

by now you should have been accustomed to his size but it’s been a while since you’ve done this and he was just so big. his name left your lips repeatedly like an incantation so that your tightness would be malleable to his girth.

before you closed your eyes, you could see matthew smirking down at you. cockiness written on his face as he moved inside of you.

“what happened, huh, pretty girl? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago.” his words were kind but his tone held a sneer to it.

you reached out to touch his chest— to relish his closeness? to make him stop? you didn’t know. all you knew was that you wanted to touch him so you did.

want. want. want. it was all about your wants.

“what do you not understand, brat? i said- no touching,” matthew said gruffly. each word was punctuated with sharp, brutal thrusts. you gasped when he grabbed your wrists. you wriggled as he placed your hands above you, trying to be free from his hold.

“no m-” your words were drowned out by your moans as pleasure washed over you. matthew's hand left your hip. instead, he let his free digit be in contact with your clit. his finger circled it as his cock slid inside of you. your body shivered.

the both of you knew that you actually liked him being rough with you; how he can manhandle you with ease. your faux defiance were futile to his ears.

“you said you could take it, so prove it.”

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[wlntrsldler]

i feel may would get whiplash the first time he sees luke interacting with five stars because as much as she knows he is a cutie who loves with his entire heart she's never seen him in love (specially because she is used to see him with women drunk in the news)

“i dont wanna go yet.”

luke’s entire body weight was currently resting on top of your body. the sounds of the movers the poisoned mercury team hired were making a ruckus outside of your room, hauling and tossing the random items the boys accumulated over the summer. the boys’ bags were packed, outside the cabin’s door, waiting to be thrown into the back of their tour bus.

you chuckled, running your fingers through his mess of curls, which proved to be the wrong move as it made luke bury his head even deeper into your neck. you placed a soft kiss on his head, “c’mon, pretty boy. you gotta get up.”

“can i just hide in here? maybe they won’t notice im not in the bus and i can stay here a little longer.”

you snorted, feeling a sense of longing erupt in your chest. you were feeling the same way as luke. you didn’t want him to go. you didn’t want to go. “i think they’ll notice the lead isn’t in the bus, luke.”

"luke? where are you?"

luke's head perked up at the sound of his mom's voice echoing through the cabin. he groaned, placing a quick kiss on your lips before he got up. he knew that his time was up and he would have to get on the tour bus soon. he'd see you soon, hopefully. he didn't know the band's schedule yet and you still haven't gotten word on whether or not you were playing this season, so the next time the two of you would see each other was still up in the air.

you froze as you heard may's voice. you'd been so caught up in wanting to treasure the last few moments you had with luke that you completely forgot that you'd have to see may and explain what this was. you'd met her before, sure, but it was a brief introduction and it was before you became luke's girlfriend. it seemed like she liked you enough, but now that the circumstances have changed, you weren't so sure.

"babe?" luke asked, tilting his head in question as he placed his hand on the doorknob of your door to open it. "you coming?"

"does your mom know about us?"

he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "yeah, i kinda told her. are you mad?"

you quickly shook your head, "no, no. i'm just--uh, nervous, i guess?"

luke walked back to your bed, grabbing your head in his hands as he peppered kisses all over your face, "nervous? for what?"

"what if she doesn't like me?"

luke let out a loud laugh, a goofy grin appearing on his lips, "you're funny. come on, five star. i only got a few more minutes with you and you're not leaving my side 'til then."

reluctantly, you got up from your bed and accepted luke's outstretched hand. he laced your fingers together, giving your hand a light squeeze as he opened the door to greet his mom. luke smiled widely when he saw his mom poking her head into luke's bedroom, trying to look for him. "mama!"

may turned around, smiling at the sound of her son's voice, then her eyes immediately darted down to your intertwined hands and the sheepish look on your face. her eyebrows shot up in surprise and walked over to the two of you, "there you are, been looking everywhere for you. the boys are already in the bus."

luke let go of your hand for a moment to give his mom a hug, then quickly returned to your side to wrap an arm around your waist. he looked down at you, eyes twinkling with fondness, "mama, you know y/n."

you rubbed the sweat off your palm on the fabric of your jeans, "nice to see you again, mrs. castellan."

"oh, don't do that," she rolled her eyes, pulling you in for a hug, "mama c is fine, or may, whatever you prefer."

"oh, uh, okay," you chuckled, awkwardly, feeling strangely welcomed by her simple act of kindness. may castellan's hugs felt like home. no wonder the boys adored her so much. "nice to see you again, mama c."

"so i reckon this is why we've been waiting for you for ten minutes?" she turned to luke, an eyebrow raised. she had a teasing smile on her face and it was a familiar look. luke got his smile from his mother.

"yeah," luke flushed, "sorry, don't wanna leave yet."

"mhm," may hummed. she turned to you, smiling at you in a way that made your heart hammer in your chest. there was no judgment in her eyes but she was still your boyfriend's mom and your mind was thinking of all the things she could point out about you that would have you spiraling. "he treating you right?"

you blinked, not expecting those words from her. you looked at luke for some guidance on what is the appropriate response, but he was unhelpful. he just looked at you with a dopey smile, a small part of him enjoying watching you all flustered around his mom. luke pressed a kiss to your temple.

"come on, mom. you know i do. you raised me well."

may laughed, "damn straight."

"five star here, was nervous to see you again," luke said, making your eyes widen and involuntarily hit him lightly on his bicep. you received a fake 'ow' in return.

"no need to be nervous, y/n," may replied, casting away any doubts you had in your head with a hand on your shoulder. "this one doesn't shut up about you and it's all good things."

you turned to luke, scrunching your face up in glee, "you talk about me?"

he rolled his eyes playfully, "mom, you're embarrassing me."

"that's my job, kid," may shrugged, turning to you again. "he just goes on and on about you sometimes."

"okay, that's enough," he groaned. the band's publicist was calling him over so he muttered a quick "be right back" in your ear before he left you with his mom. luke turned around as he was walking away, "mom, please don't say anything else while i'm gone."

"no promises!" she called back, chuckling as luke shook his head, accepting defeat. may motioned for you to sit on the couch with her for a second while luke chatted with their publicist about their upcoming schedule. she sat across from you, "he's real happy, you know."

you blushed, playing with the throw pillow on the couch, "yeah, camp had a good effect on him."

"not camp," she shook her head, "you did."

when you looked back at her face, you were almost overwhelmed by the sincerity in her eyes. she continued, "i haven't seen him like this since well, ever. it looks good on him, don't you think?"

you agreed, "it does."

"i hope i'm not overstepping here when i tell you this, but when he first told me about you, it felt different," she explained, pausing for a moment as she tried to conjure up the right words to say next, "as a parent, you can feel it when something shifts with your kid. i felt it when his dad left. i felt it when he got the call about the record deal. i felt it when they played their first sold-out show. i felt it when the fame started getting to him. and i felt it when he called me to tell me about this girl who gave him such a hard time at camp."

"yeah, sorry about that," you cringed.

may laughed, placing a hand on yours again, "no, y/n. don't ever apologize for that. something clicked in my head when he first told me about you and it's a feeling i didn't think i'd ever feel when it came to luke. he's the sweetest kid, but he hasn't made the best decisions when it comes to dating."

"having this much freedom and access to the world at his age will do that to someone, i suppose. but when he started talking about you, i don't know. i knew it was different."

"for what it's worth, i feel the same way about him," you said, eyes finding luke's. he gave you a small smile.

"good," she squeezed your hand and got up, "it was nice to see you again. i hope i get to see you at a few shows soon."

"i hope so too."

may gave you one last hug before she made her way out of the cabin, "tell my kid he gets ten more minutes then he has to haul his ass to the tour bus, okay?"

you chuckled, "got it. bye, mama c."

#frances writes #poisoned mercury chats #LUKE IS A MAMA'S BOY! #MAY CASTELLAN FOR THE W #I LOVE THIS ASK

[ilylovelyz]

sorry, sorry.

pair : bully!sakusa x fem!reader

warning(s) : noncon to dubcon (sakusa says that he's raping reader but trust me he's just saying that to torment her, u can take that however you want), physical assault, bullying, choking, forced throatfucking, non descriptive impregnation, videotaping + leaking, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny, sexism, all characters are aged up, alcohol

bully!sakusa who cornered you in the girl's locker room, will literally throw a bucket of soap water at you because you're so "dirty." he'll look down at you with satisfactory when your entire body and uniform is soaked with soap buds and the strong oder of cleanliness. he'll mumble a "finally, you don't smell like shit," down at you, eyes shamelessly leering at your now transparent shirt.

bully!sakusa who forces you to sign up to become the volleyball's team manager. he'll either forge your signature or he'll straight up almost break your wrist making you write that shit down. he'll laugh at you when you cry about how your grades are now suffering because being a manager for the team is taking up all of your free time, so you can't study without being tired. "what? you really expected that you'll do something great in life? you're too dumb." he'd say when he catches you trying to study inbetween practices and games.

bully!sakusa who rips up your notebooks and notes when he does catch you trying to study. then the day afterwards when the teacher asks if anyone wants to offer to share their notebook/notes during class, he'll raise his hand up, getting praise for being a good classmate and for volunteering to share with you for the nth time. during those class times, he'd be whispering nonsense into your ears, telling you not to touch his shit or he'll "break your hands and actually give you something to cry about."

bully!sakusa, who during those class lessons, instead of paying attention, he'll be pinching your thighs and wrists, telling you to pay attention. he'll roughly squeeze your inner thighs, making you yelp out in pain during class. he scoffs when you mumble out an embarrassed apology because you can't keep your damn mouth shut.

bully!sakusa, who forces his cock down your throat after class when everyone has left. "maybe this will stop you from interrupting class, huh?" he'd say, burly calloused hands gripping each side of your head, violently pumping your head up and down on his cock. his cock would twitch when you begin to claw at his thighs, lips turning blue due to the lack of oxygen. he'd pull you off his cock suddenly, and pull you by your hair so roughly it gives you whiplash. "don't touch me, damn whore. are you too dumb to breathe through your nose?" he'd yell, and without another word he would shove his cock back down your throat.

bully!sakusa, who would fake being unaware when he gets questioned for being a possible perpetrator for creating, and spreading a video of you getting fucked dumb in the same classroom after he came down your throat. it's clearly him in the video, big hand's wrapped around your throat, teasing and mocking you as your teary, crying eyes roll back in bliss, face flushed with shame as he forcibly splits you open on his thick cock. he has your knees up to your ears, practically bent in half as he batters your cervix on your desk. he mocks you for enjoying being raped, and tells you that nobody will ever listen to you because nobody loves you, and that you should be happy a guy like him is even willing to breathe the same air as you. "he's too good of a student, he'd never do such a thing", the teacher would say before letting him go.

bully!sakusa, who acts surprised when he hears the news about you dropping out. everyone seems to care suddenly, but at the same time; they don't seemed surprised. rumors circulate about the possibles on why you dropped out. "she probably dropped out because of that video of her getting fucked," some idiot would say to him. he'd shake his head, "no, that's not true. it's actually because she's pregnant with her rapist baby and her family is so ashamed of her so they made her drop out because they don't want anyone to see her."

bully!sakusa, who plays dumb when everyone finds out he's the actual father. when asked if he actually raped you, he says that you were actually begging for it and wanted to be treated like a whore. "she's just an attention seeker," someone said after he had told them that you lied. he internally laughs, he was right. nobody even cares about you enough to even take your word.

bully!sakusa, who basically barges into your house after school, giving a respectful nod to your timid mother. he has a little conversation with her as he takes off his shoes. wouldn't wanna make this little place dirtier than it already is. she embarrassingly mumbles apologies for you being a fuck-up, and begs him to forgive you. he fakes a smile at her, "of course, i'll forgive her. i'll make sure to take care of her, don't you worry." as he makes his way up to your room, he scoffs in amazement. not even your own mother cares about you.

bully!sakusa, who isn't surprised when he sees you sitting up on your bed, eyes low with emptiness. you were anticipating him. he doesn't waste a second to fuck you once again in your childhood home, not caring about the fact that your parents can most likely hear your cries and pathetic screams. his hands grope and painfully squeeze at every part of your body as he marks you up with bloody bites and hickies. he's a little more gentle than the previous times he's aggressively raped you. you're carrying his child of course, he has to make sure that he doesn't kill his son (he hopes it's a son because he doesn't want a daughter because she'll become a whore like you.)

bully!sakusa, who while he fucks you, mocks you for falling pregnant with your rapist. he tells you that it's so easy to control your body, and that you basically wanted to be raped with how easily you became pregnant. he puts you into the meanest mating press of your life, cock threatening to break your cervix. threatening to break you. by the end it, you're nothing but a shell of the person you once were, eyes and brain dead with defeat. "you've got nothing left good goin' for you, just give up, damn bitch." he says as he zips up his fly, leaving you sprawled limp onto the bed, pussy sore and leaking full of his cum.

bully!sakusa, whom after he graduates, makes you come live with him as his wife. "nobody will take care of you in the way i do." he tells you when you cried after realizing you're stuck with him forever. pregnant with his child, no education to your name, no support, you do give up. maybe he is whats best for you.

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[petitprincess1]

What critiques do you have of Hazbin? I'm wondering because I keep seeing a lot of criticism and hate towards it and I don't Wana get into something that's possible waste of time. Srry if thats rude

Dude, you're perfectly fine. I'm gonna keep it to like five points bc some things that I have problems with are mainly nitpicks. None of this, imo, is a dealbreaker for me. However, if it is for you, fair.

This is one that everyone has talked about and I fully agree with. The pacing is whiplash-inducing. I still do believe it's better than HB S1, but there is just so much information being thrown around that it's mind-boggling. The songs definitely help to slow things down a bit and introduce more info in an engaging, catchy way. However, I feel like there were some eps that either needed to come sooner or later in the series. I get they were fighting the clock, but still.

Lucifer and Charlie's relationship needed better explaining. Without going into spoilers, from what it felt like in the Pilot, it seemed like they were building up to something a bit more confrontational. I always figured Charlie possibly embellished Lucifer's words, but now it makes it feel like Charlie was talking to a completely different man. Someone that isn't even her father. Lu acts so much like Charlie, or vice versa, that it seems almost impossible to misinterpret his words.

NO FILLERS! The closest episode to a filler is the 3 ep, but even that brings up information and moves the plot along with key points. Now, that's not a bad thing entirely. It keeps you engaged. But this show very much lacks any breathing room. There's so much being thrown your way. Either things get overly talked about or not talked about enough. Which brings me to my next point-

The world-building is both fulfilling and empty. You do get a good sense of Heaven and Hell in this universe, especially Hell. You get an idea of the hierarchy and even some hypocrisy. However, we also don't really know how Heaven nor Hell operates. Like Lucifer appeared to be a shut-in. Yes, Lilith was the one inspiring demonkind, but what about when she disappeared? Is that why everything is garbage now? How much does Lucifer influence Hell? Where are the archangels? Was this conflict not important? Is there a "God" even in this show? What is Heaven's hierarchal system? There's so much being said, while also nothing being explained.

This one is the lowest for me bc I'm a bit torn on it. I've seen a few people complain about how the main characters are introduced as if you're supposed to know them. I didn't get this feeling, but I'm also a fan of Hazbin. I try to go in with a fairly "empty mind" so that I can view the material without rose-tinted glasses. However, it felt like some of the characters were given decent introductions at times. Idk. I'd like to know other's opinions on that.

Another one that I want to add is probably more diversity in the body sizes in the show. I'm not too worried about it bc Helluva Boss does a great job with body diversity, but Hazbin seems to be fairly stick and slender. But, again, I'm not too worried about it.

All in all, those are my biggest issues with the show. Like I said, none of these are dealbreakers, especially since we'll be getting a S2. Vivzie seems to listen to criticism, judging by the differences with HB S1 vs S2. So, I'm really hoping that we finally get to relax and actually get to know the characters more. Like, Adam shows the 7 Deadly Sins, while Charlie shows the 7 Virtues. I hope Adam isn't permanently dead bc I feel like this would be a good wake-up for him. He'll become the being that they were exterminating. But only time will tell.

Majority of this can be blamed on Prime and A24 for only giving them 8 episodes. I feel like either a longer run-time or more eps would've helped the show. Hopefully, they'll have learned from their mistakes in the next season.

#hazbin hotel #long post #hazbin hotel analysis #media criticism #vivziepop #ask answered #ok 2 rb

[squarewolf77]

I feel like I have been here for days now. Sitting idly by. walking the same path back and forth on autopilot. I hardly feel conscious most of the time, like my mind is running in the background yet never fully aware of whats happening. Sometimes, in small moments I can feel the sand blowing against me. Feel the warmth of the sun.

Tomorrow is my last day here. Been two whole weeks and not a hint of movement. Not that I'm complaining the calm is preferable to the alternative. Every now and then the sensors will light up and pull my attention to something but it's usually a stray bird or the like. The whiplash of the being pulled forward to such a state of focus and then drift back into the background can be pretty taxing on the mind. I will definitely enjoy the few days rest after this.

It's finally here, the last day. The new squad shuffled in and we are out of here. The last day is always tough. First they bring you all the way froward to run a systems check. Then you are pushed so far back you may as well be in a coma. Supposedly its cause the mind cant handle the strain of the desync. Gotta admit even in that unconscious state if feels like I am being torn in half.

All systems are in the green.

Preparing for desync

3

2

1

What.....what is this? Where am I?

Fuck my head is killing me.

Wait, I... I don't remember it feeling like this before.

A rush of air, its defining. I can feel the cold all over my skin. It's never felt this cold before. Is my body shivering or seizing?

The...The light pouring through the crack its blinding. Why won't my vision calibrate? Why can I still see it even when my eyes are closed?

Release that one over there.

I've got this one.

Ok, lets get them up.

Nice and slow.

Make sure to hold them up now we're almost there.

Fuck. I can hardly keep my head up.

I feel like I can hardly move.

Was I always this weak? No.. No I swear I could... Wait no was that?

Ok your gonna feel a slight pinch alright.

Everything is ok you're doing great.

I... I...I...I..... This what is it?

I...It's all coming back. I can feel my fingers agin.

The tendons in my arm, feels like they are recalibrating.

Each, finger

one at a time.

Ok last thing we're gonna disconnect the cable ok.

It's gonna feel a little strange ok but nothing you haven't done before alright.

Shhhhhhhhit! It feels as though my spine is being pulled out through my neck. I can feel a strong jolt through my entire body. Every part of me tense to the point I feel its gonna rip apart. Then suddenly everything lets go. There, there is nothing left, it, she's ...n.. nevermind.

Ok thats it!

You did fantastic!

Take your time ok when you're ready we're gonna help you up and get you outta there ok.

My hands come up slowly, aching, to cradle my head. I feel my fingers slide with apprehension across my forehead and through the thin layer of fuzz on my head. It's soft, cut short. it feels good as my hands lightly brush against it. My fingers slide even further back, down the back of my neck all the way to the port at the base. They trace the edges of it, where the cold metal meets my skin, the point where we were just one. My arms close around my face as I feel tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

It's more than just the desync. They rip out a part of me ever time I step out of that cockpit. I can feel memories, absent. Gaps where it wasn't just you or me but us, missing. I am only half of a whole agin. An incomplete being. They pull us apart to make us rely on them make us serve them. I always forget when we are together but it becomes painfully clear when you are no longer there.

It's ok, take all the time you need.

Your mind will reacclimate just give it time.

A lie they tell every time. Sure it becomes more bearable over time, but your absence is always felt. The echos of you in my mind linger. I know it is only a week without you but I can't seem to gather the strength to step out of the cockpit. To leave you behind. Alone. I sit motionless in your frame. Both of us touching yet unable to connect.

#mechposting #mecha #mech pilot #disconnected #loss #somber #writing #mech suit

[macravishedbymactavish]

Equinox (Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader)

TW for symptoms of depression and mental illness. It has some loving fluff, though!

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Loving Simon definetly wasn't an easy task, it was never linear or smooth. Some days it reminded you of skateboarding down a sidewalk, the small bumps in the concrete vibrating the wood under your feet. Other days, a ship sailing through a storm. Find something stable to grasp onto and hold on tight until the storm resolves. Hills and valleys, loving someone is a series of hills and valleys.

Loving someone who lost their way, felt an equinox.

Summers bringing warmth, new growth, lasting memories. Never wanting to stay inside for too long, late nights spent talking, cuddling and planning your future as the air smoothly dropped in temperature.

Winters bringing a stark reminder that you'll never quite know what you have until it's gone. The warmth replaced by chilling winds, the world now hidden under a blanket of white. Beautiful to look at, but motivated you to stay inside under warm blankets. Listening to storm warnings as you planned the holidays with family and friends. Who's hosting, what should I bring.

One could argue that both times of year had positives and negatives (sunburns vs frost bite, bugs vs ice); this never seemed to help the phases between when you knew change was coming. When all you could focus on is the positives you're going to miss, and the negatives coming down the line.

For him, summer was filled with laughter and a touch of happiness. It was a time of personal growth, he'd leave the door to his heart open just a crack. Enough for you to peek in, whisper words of affirmation, give him the smile that makes him melt. He loved with everything he was willing to give, basking in the feeling. Things just felt lighter.

Without much warning, after a short autumn -- his winter would come. A storm kickstarting the season full force. He would sleep more, a few more hours each day until he realized:

It's getting bad again.

Winter was heavy, much like the wet snow in the driveway. His bone marrow replaced with led, his mind transported to the past, his heart colder than the weather outside. Memories of what was followed him during every waking hour, reminded him of the life fate had chosen. God, what he would do to not be the main character for once.

With tortured eyes, he would watch you suffer the consequences of such an abrupt change in season. Emotional whiplash that caught you off guard, even years later. You would never admit to him how much it hurt, having him withdraw from you entirely. From sharing body warmth between the sheets, to barely being in the same room. You would never tell him how difficult it was to love him. Because loving someone who's bound to a life of loss, without losing yourself in the process is a near impossible task.

But anything is possible if you put your mind to it.

"Tom used to sit like that all the time, could never understand how it was comfortable" he commented once, spring on his horizon. This was the first time he told you anything about Tommy, about his family. You froze in shock, the offhand comment reminding you how little you knew about your lovers backstory. The guilt that followed ate you alive for days.

From that day forward, he would give you small seeds of information. Nothing major at first, mostly small parallels he made between his past and his present.

Sounds like what Tommy always said

Mum always loved those flowers. Would comment on 'em everytime when we passed the flower shop

While still a rarity, and mostly superficial observations you cherished every piece of his past he entrusted to you. It took more will power than you were proud of to keep yourself from asking the burning questions in your mind. Wanting to know more about those he cherishes in his memory; heart begging to help him carry on their memories. But you never pushed. He'll let you in when he's ready.

Simon would never admit it, but you brushed off on him in the time you spent loving him. Rubbed away some of the hardened mud and blood that caked over his soul. Let a little bit of light shine in to the darkened room; dare he say it you started making him hopeful again. In his eyes, it was nothing major. Softly whispering "when I come home..." instead of "if I come home" before being deployed. He'd stopped shutting down the ever ongoing questions about marriage asked by distant friends as quick, now playing it off with a light shrug. You became his ray of sun through the clouds. Never faltering, never allowing yourself to be closed off by the clouds, and somehow reminding him of all the love you think he deserves.

You made him think of the future again. One without an assignment leading him through every point, one where he felt at peace again. One where he would grow old, complaining of joint pains and asking when the grandkids would be coming by again.

You became his anchor in the storm that was his mind. When the nightmares from his upbringing and memories from missions would sink their claws into his conscience -- the thought of you kept him above water. Kept him sane.

Simon was your destiny, your endgame. Through hell or high water he was yours. You've never had a partner quite like him. You've never had an equinox.

Loving Simon wasn't always an easy task... but love never is.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley angst #simon ghost riley fluff

[r0-boat]

omg ur last volo headcanons were amazing 🤩 would u be willing to write some more nsfw volo? pls and thank you !! (but absolutely no pressure if u don’t want to !!!)

I'm always up for writing Volo!

I'm going to do modern Au Volo for reasons you'll see later!

Nsfw volo headcannons modern Au Edition

Cw: dubcon, breeding, [mentions of: noncon, and free use], biting and claiming and general possessiveness,

Volo is allergic to texting first before coming over he just shows up. Either with a knock on your door or climbing through your window to give you an unwanted Surprise by wrapping his arms around you. One day you will call the police on this man either on accident or on purpose.

Volo watches like hardcore, rough porn. And his dirty mind plays thoughts the wrapping his hands around your throat and fucking you till you can't walk tomorrow. Those darker thoughts he could never enact, not with you. No matter how fast or how hard his cock swells, that's thought of passing you into the mattress with all of his strength and filling you up with every drop cum. Turning you into a Mindless fuck doll wear, your only worry is the next time he's going to stick his cock in you. Make your stay at home for your only job is to warm his bed and dick. Well that's what safe words are for~.

Don't tell this man that you simp for a favorite character. He would either be very jealous or dress up as them to torment you. If that man has a mask or is a slasher, you are in danger. Volo would not only wear the damn thing but act as though he is the character. He'll sneak it behind you and put a hand to your throat and fuck you, all the while wearing the costume of the slasher.

When Volo is jealous, which is probably 80% of the time when he has you naked and underneath him, he will growl in your ear about how so much better he is, how this cock is so much better now he's making you scream, and that person could never make you scream as loud as he does.

Volo constantly switches from degrading you to praising and being sweet. How fast he can beat you can give you whiplash. Sometimes he'll even fuse the two, but only when he is close to cumming and he can't think straight. "my gorgeous disgusting whore take my cum, take my cum, you worthless hole; you're so precious, so good at this...so soft...I love you."

Volo is also very sweet. When making love to you, those eyes are soft, gazing into yours before his lips trail across every inch of your body, giving you gentle and sweet kisses. He holds you as close as he can while going slow and deep. All he wants to do is be close to you, cuddle, and caress every part of your body, whispering about how much he loves you and the little things he loves about you. All the while, you feel his cock brushing against the deepest part of you, your walls squeezing and milking his throbbing cock as he slowly goes in and out.

I talk about Volo fucking you with his dick. But really, he likes using his hands. He likes touching you, making you come undone with his fingers and hands alone. He wants the way his hand looks around your neck. He enjoys putting his fingers in your mouth. Oh, the rush he gets when he grabs you by the wrists to hold you down. He loves it when you come on his fingers so he can lick it off, and he loves to watch your hands wrap around his enormous cock. Your hands are so much smaller than his; it makes his heart go wild. There's something about leather gloves on you that Volo can't stop thinking about. Volo is very normal about hands.

If you want that man to fall apart tie him down and ride him. He will break down so fast. Volo uses his hands for everything, and not being able to use them to touch you, grop you or feel you would be torture, Volo would try to hold back and be a brat the entire time but deny his orgasm a few times he'll break.

[imagine-knb]

hellooo, This rq is special to me since I recently lost my best friend in a tragic car accident, our dynamic was like Black cat x golden retriever she was outgoing affectionate and a sunshine while me being the closed off tsundere resting bitch face type of gal sunshine x sunshine protector if you will, it really broke me when I heard the news and I've been trying to recover anyways my ask, can you do something similar with the GoM+kagami+himuro reacting to seeing their fem s/o being so emotional for the first time bc of the loss of her best best friend? angst with comfort pls if you can

First and foremost, you have my deepest condolences for your loss, anon. I can't even begin to imagine what you are going through. Grief is one hell of an emotion and I hope you are taking all the time you need to reground yourself and heal. I hope the scenarios help even just a bit. Admin Neon

It had been weeks. Weeks of putting on the mask. Weeks of pushing down the bubbling emotions in the pit of your stomach. Weeks of bottling it in. He had thought, maybe, you were already starting to heal.

But he was smarter than that and he knew a break down was eminent. It wasn't healthy to pretend for so long; to ignore the nagging ache. So one day when you paused mid-laughter, a wobble to your lip and tears collecting in your eyes, he wasn't surprised when that flood of emotions finally crashed upon you.

Kuroko: Out in public, he quietly ushers you toward a quieter spot, guiding you with one hand while the other rubbed gentle circles onto your back. Vaguely, you hear him murmuring out encouraging words, none of them telling you to stop crying. He knows you need this.

When the two of you stop walking, he pulls you into a hug, shielding you from the world's prying eyes. "I'm here for you," he murmurs into your hair.

Kagami: Time seems to freeze for him when your first hiccup reaches his ears. For a moment, he's unsure why you're suddenly crying. Realization comes when you hiccup again, following it with a broken sob. No matter where you are, he instantly pulls you to him, engulfing you in a hug so tight, you have to push back to breathe.

Never good with his words, Kagami doesn't say anything the entire time he holds you. But he never lets go either. Not until you're okay.

Kise: The second tears start to well up in your eyes, he also feels hot tears prick at his. A sympathy crier, his tears start to roll down his cheeks before yours even leave your lashes. Despite that, he knows you're the one who's aching.

He coos your name as he pulls you into a hug. He's not great with comforting words, so ends up babbling a bit, but one point does get across. "It's okay to cry."

Aomine: He feels a bit whiplashed after seeing you go from bubbly laughter to sobbing. He doesn't allow himself the time to ponder however, moving on instinct as he pulls you off to the side to have a seat somewhere quiet.

Sitting next to you, Aomine tugs you closer until your head is resting on his shoulder. He doesn't say much of anything, hoping his presence would be enough of a comfort.

Midorima: He's prepared, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket. Midorima helps you wipe at the tears rolling down your eyes, face poised in a practiced expression of calm.

His voice is quiet, calming, when he speaks to you. "Let's bring you somewhere more private," he coaxes, lulling you into security knowing he would be there to support you through the emotions to come.

Murasakibara: He has the foresight to block the rest of the world's view of you, shielding you with his body. Leaning over you, he places one hand on the top of your head. His hand is still, unlike the little tussle he would normally give your hair.

There's not much he can think of to say, so Murasakibara chooses to stay quiet as he keeps you close, waiting out your tears. When they finally subside, you're rewarded with his smile.

Himuro: He places his jacket, heavy on your shoulders, over you. With it, it brings the scent of his cologne and the warmth borrowed from his skin. He helps you pull it closer as the sobs wrack your body.

The warmth of his jacket is amplified when Himuro wraps his arms tightly around you, shushing gently into your hair. "It's going to be okay," he promises in a whisper, rocking you gently by the sway of his heal. "It's gunna be okay one day."

Akashi: A single look from him and the staff that had been occupying his dining room immediately gave the two of you some privacy. With curious eyes gone, he's quick to pull you up into his arms, holding you in an embrace that wanted to hold you together as you fell apart.

Akashi knows the pain you are feeling now, having lived through it once himself. He knows words mean little right now. He only hopes his actions convey every ounce of love and aching he has for you.

#kuroko #kise #aomine #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #kagami #himuro #gom

[midnightdevotion]

Falling

Okayyyy here we go pt 2 of The one

Warnings: It's gonna be an angsty one.... pt 3 anyone?

Pairings: Iceman x reader (AFAB)

Tag list is open!

Requests are open!

A/N: OKAY DON'T HATE ME FOR HOW I ENDED THIS ONE. There will definitely be a part three.

Closing the door on Tom, you lean against it with the biggest of grins of your face. Thankful slider is hungover and you don't have to hear his teasing comments. You feel way too giddy to go to sleep.

The feeling of his slightly stubbled cheek under your lips and the smell of his aftershave making your head spin. Trying to shake the smile off of your face, rather unsuccessfully. You make your way into the living room, turning on some trash tv that you really only pay half attention too.

Instead trying to stop your head filling with the memories of the pilots smile and laugh.

"God stop it, it's been less than twenty four hours get a grip" you murmur to yourself. To say this is unusual for you would be an understatement. Sure you've had boyfriends but they never seem to make you feel like you do right now. Or even make you smile the way he did after only a night of knowing you.

Ever the realist you are, you usually are telling yourself that it doesn't mean anything. It might not work out, and yet here you are giggling to yourself in the middle of the night, thinking about how good it would be if this time it does work out.

Maybe it's the tequila but you can't help but to dose off on the couch thinking about all the ways that man could knock your socks off.

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Ice is grinning the whole way back to base. His cheeks are actually aching as he pulls into his normal parking space. Said left cheek is still tingling from where you ever so delicately placed a kiss onto him.

Now, Iceman has had a lot done to him or for him, but he's never wanted to get on his knees and beg for simply another kiss on the cheek until he came across you.

The way your soft lips touching his cheeks made his heart soar, and his fingers tap the entire way home. He feels like climbing a mountain just to yell about how much he's driven crazy by you. He can't believe he is so smitten by you so quickly.

Not to say he is heartless but his callsign is not Iceman for no reason. Usually he is cut throat, and things like cheek kisses should not have him blushing and hot under the collar. If the boys saw him right now they would never let him live it down. Honestly though, he'd be okay with it.

He falls asleep that night, being way to affected by a simple cheek kiss and excitement for tomorrow. Not just because you might give him a real kiss but because he gets to see you again and all he wants is to spend time making you laugh.

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You wake up earlier than you would've liked to. Unable to fall back asleep due to the jittery feeling settling in your stomach. Feeling all the nerves kick in about the date you had tonight.

You decide to get up and get ready, wanting to maybe go shopping and look around town before you meet up with a local real estate agent.

You step into the bathroom to see slider left you a little basket that had things like shampoo and conditioner, body wash and other little toiletries. Grinning at the thoughtfulness of your best friend, you turn on the shower.

Sighing as you let the warm water relax your muscles you let your mind replay the last day. It feels like a bit of whiplash. This time yesterday morning you were sitting on a plane unsure about what lays ahead in California. While you know you're good at what you do, starting a whole new company is a scary job for anyone. On top of moving to a whole new city where everything else is new too.

It's a bit overwhelming if you are honest. Throw on top of that a man that you met yesterday that you can already see yourself being crazy for. People always say things fall into place when they are supposed to but you never expected it to be all at once.

Stepping out of the shower, feeling slightly refreshed but still there's only so much a shower can fix when your running on 5 hours of sleep. Getting dressed in some of your more comfortable shorts and tank top you do a quick swipe of mascara and put on some sunscreen. Doing a quick braid for your hair, figuring it'll be nice for the loose waves later and it'll stay out of your way today.

Stepping out into the morning air you are a bit taken aback by how warm it is already in California. It never felt like this in Boston, and it makes you feel like a kid in a candy shop. Closing your eyes and just basking in the warmth of the sun for a few seconds.

You make your way into the mall, just eyeing around and seeing what catches your attention. You stop and grab a smoothie as you window shop. A beautiful summer dress catches your eye in a department store window.

It's a beautiful emerald green color, with cute little polka dots, a sweetheart neckline and a slit up the thigh. You can't stop yourself from going in and trying it on.

Looking in the mirror at yourself, even though you hardly put much effort into your makeup or style today you feel beautiful in the dress. Like your eyes sparkle and your skin has a glowing tan. You flush a little at the first thought coming to mind being 'I wonder if tom will like it' Before you second guess yourself you decide to buy it and find out. Planning on wearing it for your date with the handsome pilot tonight.

Your meeting with the real estate agent goes well, you give them an idea of the styles and layouts you like in homes and they tell you they will select some places for you to view next week. You have a spring in your step as you make your way back to sliders house.

It's still early enough that you don't feel the need to get ready yet so you decide to take a nap. Figuring you don't want to be a tired bore on your evening with the exciting blond.

You wake with plenty of time to spare, glancing at the clock and seeing the numbers now read 5 pm. Letting out a soft yawn, you get out of the comfortable bed. Hearing the house is still silent you figure maybe slider went back to the bar, as you could tell from last night it tends to be routine for the navy men to meet up there.

Deciding on a natural make up look, and undo the braid your hair started the day in. Grinning as your look comes together the way you envision it, you still have an hour. You try to read some pages of a book left on the nightstand of your temporary room, but as well intentioned as that was your mind couldn't focus on the words.

When the clock reads 6:45 you decide to put the dress on. Nervously running your hands down the length of it, you look into the mirror. You look beautiful, you know it, and you feel it. However, it doesn't stop the anxiety for wanting Tom to think you are breathtaking. You selfishly want him to look at you like nobody else exists. At 6:55 you put on some cute sandals, having no idea what's in store for tonight you decide against heels.

At 6:59 you feel like you can't breathe.

At 7:05 you figure maybe he got caught in traffic.

At 7:30 you take your sandals off.

At 8:15 you change out of your dress.

At 9:30 you take off your makeup.

At 10:45 you climb into bed, trying to ignore the stinging in your heart and the tears falling down your cheeks.

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Ice did not expect today of all days for the admiral to come to base. He definitely didn't expect to be flying for hours more than normal, trying to run the drills that the admiral wanted to see his team pull off.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep or maybe he was still drunk from the feeling of your lips on his cheek, but he was having a hard time focusing either way. It was pissing everyone off.

"Ice get your fucking head into it" Maverick yells over the comms. Normally he would have a witty retort, but he's right. Iceman is not acting like himself. This is how his whole day goes. Up running drills form dawn until dusk.

He doesn't even realize it until he lands his plane. Grinning at the thought of finally getting to eat and with you no less. It's then that the realization hit's him. It's June. Dusk is just past 8:30.

Panic runs through his veins faster than he can stop to look at his watch. He freezes when he sees it's 8:47 and he is ready to start sprinting to his car, flight suit and all.

"Lieutenant Kazansky" He hears a commanding voice behind him and he has half a mind to ignore it and take off towards his car and the girl of his dreams like his heart is begging him to do. However, he turns.

"Admiral sir." and Tom has never hated a man like this before, and he sees Pete Mitchell every damn day.

"I really hope today was just an off day for you Lieutenant. I will be back next week, you better impress me then son." and with that the admiral walks off. Tom clenches his jaw, because yeah he wasn't on his A game, and he knows it can't happen again, but he blames it on being up till 2 am and up again at 4. He didn't even do that bad today, just a few minor errors that could have been avoided.

Shaking his head he realizes that's not even what's important right now. Which when given the time to think about that, it'll scare him because flying is what was always most important before.

Just as he's about to take off towards his car again he gets stopped. Again. He is about three seconds away from losing his shit. "Lieutenant don't forget you were late this morning and you owe me ten laps" his captain speaks.

Maybe he lied earlier, now he's never hated a man like he hates this one. Glancing at his watch, it's 9 pm. He starts his laps.

It takes him an hour and fifteen minutes to do all ten laps. It's 10:25 after he makes it to his car. He's ready to high tail it out of here to get to you, to explain and hope to god you forgive him, to hope and pray that he hasn't screwed everything up.

He's cursing the world as he finally pulls out of the base. He stops to get flowers and now he's cursing himself because he doesn't know your favorite flower. It takes him ten minutes to decide if getting you yellow roses is lame or if he should shoot for an assortment.

He's turning on your street at 10:55. It's not ten seconds after that his heart literally does turn to ice. Seeing the lights off on the house, porch light included. He realizes how badly things have been messed up. "FUCK!" he shouts in his car.

It's 11:15 when he leaves the flowers he got for you on the door step. Headed back to base to sit in his sorrow. Praying to god he gets the chance to make it up to you.

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[ipegchangbin]

i just think that felix would look so good holding on to your neck while you're marking his neck and you got one hand holding one of his ass cheeks to spread him out so the other hand can finger him better and deeper and he's also losing his mind bc it's all he can feel but at the same time it's just not enough to make him cum, he knows he wants more but that's the game your playing, you teasing him to see how much he can handle before breaking and God he's so close so so close he feels like he might as well melt in your hands rn and he's kinda shaking from all the stimulation he's getting and then u brush your finger just right in that sweet spot inside of him and he sees white tbh he thinks he's about to reach the gates of heaven if u touch him there again so ofc u do and keep on doing it until he's clenching hard against your fingers and u know he's about to cum :D when u suddenly take your your fingers from inside him he sheds a few tears but then u also start distributing small gentle kisses against his face and the contrast just gives him whiplash but he swears he loves whatever u do to him bc he knows he's getting fucked nice and slow when u (eventually) do fuck him and then again he swears he's about to reach the gages of heaven again and again and again until he's crying for the second time tonight but for the opposite reason of the previous tears (I'm the same anon from the pegging seungmin while he's holding on to u ask🤸‍♀️)

anon are you aware of the thought that this corroded my entire being in more ways than one. please. if this were fully fleshed out fiction i would cry. your seungmin ask already had me in shambles

fingering felix in and of itself is a wonderful thing but having it laid out like this in specifics is…😵‍💫

i really like how you pointed out the contrast in your actions because i live for the same thing: there’s just something so good about watching a sub lose themself while you’re being both mean and kind on their body.

felix is the perfect candidate to be affected by this. he’s a really sensitive boy, both physically and emotionally, so i’d like to imagine his sweet reactions to you cooing and being condescending about reaching his high in one second to indulging in it and praising him the next.

maybe, as you’re fingering him, he’d start to writhe and wiggle around from the sensations. you hold his hips in place with your free hand and tilt your head in the same direction he’s facing just so that he’s forced to look you in the eye.

“lixie will behave and take y/n’s fingers, right? even if he’s a sensitive boy?”

“y/n…i’ll behave…”

you coo, because as cute as he is, his response isn’t enough. “even if he’s slutting out on my fingers?”

“y-yes! i’ll b-behave, promise.”

and he follows you, even when you go up to the verge of his limit while edging him, only to overstimulate him when he’s finishing. he’s a shaking mess, chasing his high round after round and releasing load after load. you’ve trained him well enough to have him control himself, but he still breaks so easily like glass under your fingertips.

“good job, lixie, cumming all over me, dripping on me like a good boy.”

“anything…” he huffs, exhausted but madly in love, “anything for y/n.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!felix #sub!yongbok #<3 a lovely anon #💌 ipeginbox #anon im just gonna let you know thisll be inspo for smudgeproof 🫡 #💬 z is writimg

[moodymisty]

🔥Jealousy🔥

Authors note: I love me a good jealous clone.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Tech/Fem!Reader, Echo/Fem!Reader, Wrecker/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a stranger being a little too pushy, And Crosshair probably not having the healthiest jealousy

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter can become vehemently jealous, but he’s capable of being pretty civil. Externally.

What he hates about it is the physical contact. With just flirtatious comments or chatter he can deal or wait for you to cut them off when they become too much, but if they hug you or anything similar; Hunter is out of sorts. The sight of someone hugging you for too long or kissing your cheek makes him more jealous than he'd like to admit.

He trusts you of course, and he knows it's a largely silly thing to be out of sorts about; But you’ll smell like that person now for hours after saying goodbye, and Hunter can't help but despise it. It makes his neck tight and his nails dig into the palms of his gloves.

He'll be a little more touchy feely afterward; Both to just enjoy you're close and make sure you smell like just you and him again.

It's around the third time it happens that you realize what he's doing, but you keep your mouth shut just because it's so weirdly endearing.

✦ Wrecker ✦

Wrecker is the most chill of them all. He has no reason not to trust you, and all you're doing is chatting anyways, why worry? If anything, he'll be jealous because you gave someone a hug and he wanted that; Because somehow, every thirty minutes wasn't enough.

It ends up spawning an adorable habit of whenever you hug someone else, you have to hug each other. Sometimes you'll just be sitting and suddenly Wrecker comes and just hugs you, having just finished almost strangling Tech or squeezing Omega.

But, it isn't to say Wrecker is completely immune.

There's been times where someone's being way too overly flirty or handsy for his liking, refusing to back off even if you'd said to. Wrecker will suddenly get even taller and shove the person backwards, demanding they quit it and leave you alone.

That's usually well more than enough to scare people off, and he stops snorting fire. You'll be back to whatever you were doing in no time at all, and Wrecker will be no different than usual after making sure you're all good.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair is by far in a way the worst. You’ve seen this man actually threaten full on physical altercations. And in all honestly you don't even really get why. Half of the time can be quite aloof, so to quickly go from that to aggressively jealous almost gives you a good case of whiplash.

He cools down a little once he starts being a tiny bit more open hearted with you- and in turn you reassure him you aren't going anywhere- but he still tends to glare at any shiny that comes within sniffing distance.

Though sometimes he's not close by you, maybe he's getting something or answering a holocall from one of his brothers. If at any point then if someone comes up with any sort of obvious ulterior motive it's not long before they swear they can feel heat on their back, and a tall, lithe sniper comes into view.

They usually don't stay long after, as Crosshair chills the air far too much for anyone to continue flirting.

But part of you finds it almost endearing, even if you probably shouldn't. It's just a little bit too sweet how his hand tightens against your side, only loosening if you touch back.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo is quite civil. He has little to no outward reaction, apart from maybe making it a bit more obvious that he’s not just your friend. He'll stand a bit closer to you than whoever you're talking to is, just so they know he's still here.

In his mind however; Echo is running around full code red.

Post-Citadel Echo has some huge gaps in his confidence, largely in regards his new body. His entire lower body and more is now nothing but hardened metal and sometimes, he questions whether you're going to stick around, or ditch him once you find someone 'better'.

That doubt had slipped out to you once and you'd made sure to correct him, but Echo still has the thought sometimes. You'll feel his hand brush up against your own and when you glance up you see his face; Stern with lips pursed but eyes saying something else entirely.

Silently you grab his hand, wrapping your fingers around his and squeezing them. Echo noticeably softens, that feeling he hates dissipating, and you can continue whatever you were doing.

✦ Tech ✦

Tech takes place as the second most overt, if Crosshair is established as the worst. Tech will have a very specific scowl- his lips pursed tight- while his brow is furrowed behind his goggles. His sentences are cut and dry and he'll only state the necessary facts; Nothing more.

You and other members of the Batch usually notice instantly but someone who isn't close to you probably won't, leaving Tech to stew until you eventually stop laughing at whoever you're talking to you and realize he's off.

He understands why he feels this way logically; You're important to him, someone who always listens and respects him, and it's a part of natural behavior to not want your partner around other prospective mates.

But even if he words it so simply as if it's the easiest thing to understand, Tech can never quite be stronger than it when the person across from you is being way too overt with the way they're talking about things.

If you take too long he might even end up telling them he needs you for something, in an attempt to end the conversation prematurely. He usually does have something for you to do, but you can just tell there was an ulterior motive for him doing this.

Do give him a kiss though sometime though, he keeps looking at you for one.

#You: My Crosshair don't bite // Shiny Clone: YES IT DO #Wrecker is relationship goals #mywriting #wrecker x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #echo x reader #tech x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #reader insert #reader