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hanasnx · 21 days

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baby daddy jason for when the one parent-teacher conference the sweet unassuming teachers like “mrs. Todd” and you’re “uhhh we’re not married”, but Jason, despite not being up to the commitment, likes the idea. He definitely would not correct the teacher like you immediately would.

Actually idk where I was going with this I had an idea but then it kinda stopped soz

MINORS DNI 18+

You’re not even sure how it happened. In your opinion, it’s best that BABY DADDY!JASON TODD stay far away from you and your daughter. Maybe he sifted through your mail the last time he snuck in, maybe he intercepted your calls, maybe he followed her to school to add himself to her emergency contacts—all completely feasible when dealing with someone so meticulously thorough and annoyingly committed. You’re face to face with him outside your daughter’s teacher’s door.

“What are you doing here?” you seethe in a whisper, avoiding a scene.

Jason’s face twists in feigned confusion, pointing to the flyer on the wall. He reads out its words as his finger follows along, “‘Parent teacher conference.’” He points to himself finally. “Parent.” A smug curl forms on his lips, standing tall in outsmarting you even though it’s not what you asked.

Your nostrils flare as you suck in a breath. Unfortunately, Jason is exceptional at getting on your nerves. You wonder how he managed knocking you up. Advancing on him, he mirrors you, meeting you in the middle as you engage him, “Jason, I don’t want you here—“

The door swings open, and you jump in place, leaning away abruptly. Jason coolly inclines back, shoving his hands in his pockets, he’s got nothing to hide. Your daughter’s teacher greets you both with a cheerful grin, beckoning you in. “You made it! Come on in, come on in.” You exchange a warning glance with Jason, but you clutch your purse strap and duck in while he trails leisurely after.

The meeting goes well, the teacher rants and raves about your daughter, especially about her art skills, showcasing that talent with pictures of it. You open your mouth to speak, but Jason beats you to it, “Takes after her mother, huh? What do you know?” he says with pride, and you witness a genuine grin on his lips as he leans forward to take a closer look at the mess of glitter and stickers in the teacher’s hands.

Your heart skips a beat, and you fiddle with your hands in your lap. One reason you try to stay away from Jason is because of times like these. Makes you second guess your decision to end things with him, and that’s exactly what’s most dangerous.

“So, Mrs. Todd—“ the teacher’s voice breaks you from your stupor, gaze snapping up to her as you furrow your brows.

“Oh, we’re not married.” you object, interrupting her starkly, and she flushes, setting the artwork down with a nervous smile.

“Oh! My mistake. You two just seem so close…”

Jason sighs, raising an arm to wrap around the back of your chair. “Well, not yet.” he says with certainty, and you turn your attention to him, glancing at his arm placement and how the sleeve of his biker jacket brushes your hair. His hand cups your shoulder, which you stare at, and glare when he starts stroking your skin with his thumb. What makes you the most angry is not the entitlement to touch you—which he’s always had—but how he’s clearly messing with you on purpose. This is just like his brand of cruelty, embarrassing you further in a social situation. You tune out whatever crap he’s telling the teacher about the fake wedding and you peel his arm away from you, shoving it back into his lap.

“No, that’s not happening.” you object again, harsher this time and Jason merely scoffs through his nose as you deal with the poor confused teacher.

After the meeting, you’re practically corralled out of that room bickering. You somehow end up on the back of his bike instead of in the car you drove here. Somehow, further, letting him inside your place. Shouting over each other about how inconsiderate he is, and how serious you are, curtly removing your outerwear.

“Would it really be that bad?” he yells, that loud voice that gets you weak in the knees booming through your apartment. You’re lucky your babysitter still has your daughter. “Being married to me, would it really be that bad?”

“It’s not about that, Jason! You know that!”

Your objections are drowned out in how his big body herds you into your bedroom, how his hands push you down to rip off your jeans. How he palms your mouth to shut you up while he’s kissing on your neck, clumsily searching for the give in between your legs. His tip eases in as you lazily bat at his hefty shoulders and thick biceps. “Don’t wanna be Mrs. Todd, huh?” You relax under him the longer he’s inside you, rutting into you with patience as you jerk your head away from him. “What’s wrong with that? Don’t want my name? Don’t wanna be a happy little family?”

Your fist bangs against his rotator cuff and he laughs, husky and light in your ear. His teeth latch onto your lobe, playfully tugging on it while he bottoms out, and you emit a noise from your throat.

“Mrs. Todd,” he chides, “So wet for your husband. S’almost like you want it.”

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the-kr8tor · 1 month

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Hi! could you please do a fluff+comfort of Hobie comforting reader that is struggling with choosing what their gonna follow in college/university, and could the reader be non binary please, thank you!

(also I love BDAS it's single handedly feeding my need for pirate Hobie, and your writing is absolutely amazing🧡)

(this is also my first time making a request so could I be 🃏 anon if it's free please)

Thank you for requesting! And welcome 🃏 anon!! (Sorry this took so long, I hope you found the right major for you! ❤️) I hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x nb! Reader/ Spider-Punk x nb! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, hurt/comfort, fluff.

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University pamphlets are scattered all over the floor of your bedroom, knees tucked under you, eyes glaring at the dozens of papers laid in front of you. You have no idea which college to go to or even what major to take. Your hand trembles once again at the thought of losing time, wasting the precious minutes as the clock tick tocks on your side table.

You know you want something to do with art, but there's so many options that it makes your head swirl with all the names of possible majors. Thumping your head on the side of your bed, frustrated doesn't quite describe the feeling you have right now.

The carpet under you is suddenly itchy under your legs, the soft tick tocks are ringing in your ears like a damn gong inside your head.

Your curtains shift, the familiar sound of the window opening and closing isn't much of a surprise around this time of the night.

Hobie's shoes land quietly on your floors, he takes it off quickly before the soles stain your floors. Walking silently, he shifts his eyes at the red numbers on the clock, then to your hunched form. The plastic in his hand crinkles as he drops it on the foot of your bed, careful not to spill.

He pokes your cheeks, gloved hand against your soft skin. “You're contemplating again. Your pout makes you look like a bloody trout.” Sitting down, you don't acknowledge him. Now he's properly concerned. “Oi,” he goes to the softer approach by sliding his hand behind your neck, kneading it gently. “Hunchback of Notre dame, are you alright?”

You snort, finally looking at him through sticky tear drenched lashes. “Did you just call me Quasimodo?”

“Who the fuck is Quasimodo?”

Finally letting out a chuckle, the sound melts his concerns a tad bit. “The hunchback of Notre dame,” you say matter-of-factly. “We need to watch the movie now, Hobie.”

“Right, and then you'll fall asleep again like last time hmm?” Hobie tilts his head, the simple act makes you want to smooch the smirk off his face.

Moonlight spills in your room, illuminating his handsome face. He adds insult to injury when he slides his hands down to your back, pulling you in then embracing you. His smell wafts over you, relaxing your tensed muscles.

“See, already fallin’ asleep.” He murmurs against the crown of your head as you make his chest your home.

“I don't know what to do.” You blurt out, and he pulls you in, impossibly closer to him that you two almost become one.

“You'll figure it out, like you always do.” His hand is splayed atop your waist, squeezing slightly to ease you further into relaxing.

“I don't have the time to figure it all out, Hobie.”

“Yes you bloody do.” He takes your face in his hand, patting your cheek with his thumb, index laying on your temple, carefully massaging the tight muscle. His voice is soft and full of certainty, no ounce of malice. “Look at all these colleges,” he picks up one pamphlet nearest to him. “And— I don't think anyone's this happy to go to college.” He jokes, showing you the model's wide grin. “Look at this happy bloke carrying his books that must've cost an entire month's rent!”

You laugh into his suit, the sound reverberates through his bones, almost making him dance. “I could be that happy. If I can just choose.”

“You can be that happy, love. I know you can, yeah?” He shakes your shoulders. “I was saying before this fiend—” he wiggles the paper in his hand, and you chuckle, “Stopped me, is that all of these unis and majors would be happy to have you. They'd be fucking lucky to be chosen by you.”

Sniffing, you crane your neck to peck his cheek. It earns a content sigh from Hobie.

“That worked?” He asks through his smile, fingers taking a fallen eyelash off your cheek. “Make a wish?”

“Of course it worked, Hobie. You could say anything in that voice of yours and kiss the living hell out of me and it would still cheer me up.” With a gentle blow, you make your wish.

“Anythin' huh?” He pokes your side with a teasing smile. “What'd you wish for?”

“If I tell you it wouldn't come true now would it?”

“If I bribe you with a sandwich from that place you like, will you tell me?” He twists his long arm, patting the crunching plastic.

“Maybe…” you narrow your eyes. “Add a kiss for good measure?”

He's already leaning in, lips brushing along yours. “Mm-hmm bribery, when did I stoop so low?” Smiling, he presses sweetly on your lips.

#request done #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #atsv fanfiction #spider punk #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #fanfic #hobie brown x nb! reader #spider punk x nb! reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #hobie brown hurt/comfort #hobie fluff #hobie brown fluff #🃏 anon

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dollyyss · 5 months

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HIIHII I LUV UR BLOG SM OMG CAN I BE 🃏-ANON?!?!?

Uhhh heres a request!! What about Kyle x childhoodbestfriend!reader (who was apart of the main 4's gang) and their first time doing the naughty??? *GIGGLES AND KICKS FEET*

OF COURSE YOU CAN BE 🃏anon!!! HEHE IDK WHY BUT IT MAKES ME SO GIDDYS HAVING ANONS TEHEHEHEH

ITS ALSO BEEN YEARS SINCE I WROTE SMUT SO BARE WITH ME AS I TRY TO GET THE HANG OUT IT AGAIN

Also I apologize for any mistakes, I’m like hella sick rn and super tired so I’ll try and edit this better once I come back from NAP ITS CALLING FOR ME

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Kyle x childhood best friend reader and their first time

Established Relationship ₊ ⊹

All characters aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle x reader 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut/NSFW

“Cartman, if you’re gonna say it then do it dude, you always say shit and you never do it” Stan rolled his eyes, tossing his hat off onto the dewy grass and sighing. Cartman only glared. “What? You saying I’m not honest?! Everything I’ve ever said I’ve always lived up to and done? Right? Right guys?” Kyle lifted his head off the hammock, his hand slowly sliding down your back as you laid with him. You’ve always been apart of their group. The four of them took you in almost immediately when you moved to South Park in the fourth grade and you’ve all been friends ever since, though Kyle and you had always been the closest and everyone knew that but never really looked much into it. I mean you’ve both only ever just been friends. His slender fingers found their way under your shirt, tracing your spine in slow motions. “Cartman you’ve only ever lived up to your words when it benefits you. You sadistic fuck” he laid his head back down, one leg dangling off the hammock to softly push the both of you. Cartman mumbled something under his breath before he stood wiping off anything on his pants from the grass “well I’m out, I’ve had enough of you losers for one day” your head popped up from Kyle’s chest saying goodbye to the chubbier boy and looking at Stan and Kenny for a moment. Kenny was passed out on the grass of your backyard and Stan sat beside him smiling softly at you. “He’s a hoot isn’t he?” You giggled softly before looking up at Kyle who was already smiling down at you. Over the years it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that Kyle had developed feelings for you.. but he didn’t know how to tell you nor did he think he ever would. He didn’t want to ruin what you two had right now, and if that meant he could only cuddle like this? Hug you like that.. then he’d keep it a secret, well all except from Stan who met Kyle’s eyes with a sly smirk. “Well,” Stan spoke up once more still staring at Kyle and softly smacking Kenny’s chest to wake him up in which he woke up with a startle. “I think it’s time for me and Kenny to head out, I need him to help me with band shit” Kenny slowly stood up, his lanky form stretching “I do..?” “You do.” He glared at him before grabbing his hat and saying a goodbye as well as Kenny. There was a moment of silence and amongst the birds singing sweet melodies, Kyle’s soft noises almost intertwined with their chirps. The sun dusted over his face exposing many freckles, his curled hair much brighter in the sun. Your finger reached up to curl it more, admiring his face. “I remember when your hair used to be so long, messy” he opened one eye, green gems staring down at you “and you don’t like it now?” Your eyes softly widened. His hair was shorter now, a bit of shag but he kept his hair neat and short. One curl always dangling against his forehead, whilst the others were somewhat swept to the side. “No! I.. do, just reminiscing i guess.” He stared down for a moment. You made it so god damn hard to not kiss you, to not pull you in and crash his lips against yours. You were so tempting.. “Kyle!!” Kyle’s eyes were suddenly widened feeling your hands against his chest and you were sat up right. Your finger tips traced your lips as you watched him through frowned brows. “What was that?! You.. you can’t do that to me.” He kissed you, he kissed you and he wasn’t even thinking. You quickly stood, bare feet against the grass. He did the same swallowing thickly “I..” you didn’t like it? Was that it? Did he fuck up? Ruin everything that he could have just kept if he kept to himself? But at the same time.. did you not feel the way he felt for you..? Sure he always kept it a secret in fear of ruining the friendship, even the group itself.. but you just didn’t feel the same? Was that it? Was this it.

The pages slipped between your fingers, eyes darting over words that felt like honey melting the ridges of your mind. Your feet rubbed against each other, biting the inside of your cheek a love story so sickly sweet yet so sad. The boy who always got the love, but could never keep it for long. You sighed unsatisfied with the boys fate once more. You closed your book, bookmarking your spot and resting your head against the fluffed pillow beneath you. Sleep felt so close yet so far when the rock at your window kept you awake, and then.. another. “I swear to god Kenny if that’s you, I’m not sneaking to your god damn par- Kyle..” the wind blew through your curtains, you hair absorbing the cold breeze as your face was inches away from Kyle’s. “Let me in. Please..” you stared at him before nodding slowly, backing away to quietly rush to your door and lock it. Sure Kyle’s stayed the night before but sneaking in, never. He was a goody two shoes.. a loser you may say. He would never do anything to get him in trouble. He was.. the good boy. “Can we talk?” His hands rubbed the back on his neck as he sat on your bed, you slowly following him and sitting next to him. “Kyle if this is about earlier..” he looked at you almost immediately “yes it is. And I’m so sorry okay, I don’t know what I was thinking, I just.. I’ve, I like you okay? A fucking lot and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine I can’t force that on you but I also can’t change how I feel for you, I-“ your hand came to rest on the side of his face, your lips interlocking with his before pulling away and resting your forehead against him, noses softly brushing against each other. “Kyle, I’ve always liked you, I was just taken back that’s all..” a sigh of relief left his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Before he could speak again you were quick to latch your lips onto his, finding your way onto his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands came to hold onto your thighs, eyes wide for a moment before he eased himself into the kiss. Kyle’s lips left yours to travel down your jaw, whilst doing so he lifted you enough to place you underneath him before diving back down to suck at the soft spot against your neck. Your hands found their way underneath his shirt to allow yourself to scratch at his back earning you a low groan from him. He lifted his head “we don’t have to go any further.. if you feel like you need to stop just tell me” with a soft nod and impatiently waiting for him to stop speak you lifted his shirt over his head, his torso littered in soft freckles, soft abs prominent. “You’re so handsome..” a blush creeped onto his face feeling your hands against his chest and torso. “Shut up…” he bit his bottom lip before kissing your lips and gripping at your sweatpants, pulling them down, slowly kissing at your thighs as he did so. “Mmph Kyle~” his eyes flickered up his body sitting up fully now as he watched your hands reach for his own sweatpants, untying the strings. Before pulling them down you slid your hands up his torso again feeling the slight happy trail. Fingers laced under the hem of his pants, pulling them down slowly and almost immediately groaning at the size in his boxers. “Don’t stare..” he groaned and held your face softly pulling down his own boxers earning a soft slap to his lower stomach as his member popped up. Your eyes widened before cleaning your throat and watching his fingers move closer to your underwear. “Can I?” He asked sweetly waiting for your consent to continue. When you nodded he pulled them down your legs. He was almost shaking, he felt his nerves working their up to his stomach as your legs spread open for him. His teeth tugged at his bottom lip whilst lining himself up with you. “If you want me to stop just say it okay? Please.” You nodded “I know Kyle I know it’s okay, I’m okay” he nodded at your statement, his hands finding yours to place them beside your head, squeezing them as he pushed himself further and further into you. His head hung low for a moment, lips slightly agape as he squeezed his eyes shut “fuck..”

He spoke breathlessly, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. He stayed still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust. When you tapped his shoulder blade he slowly began to move, his lips attached to your neck, shivering at the feeling of your nails gripping at his back, dragging down to his sides to hold onto him as he continued to move. “Feels.. so good..” he mumbled against you, his arms pushed himself half way up, his hips rocking back and forth in a painfully slow pace. “Ky more, m-more please go faster” you Practically begged him, clenching around him as his hips snapped against yours in quick ruts. Kyle lifted himself up fully, grabbing your legs and placing them over his shoulders, his hands coming back down to rest at either side of your waist whilst his eyes stared into yours. He was half lidded, lips pulled tight between his teeth “i’m close.. so close, cum with me please I w-wanna feel you cum on me” he whispered, his moans so beautiful. His thrusts became sloppier though he tried to keep his quick pace his hips would snap and stutter occasionally and when your hands came to either side of his face pulling him into a kiss, he whimpered. His body tingling all over. It wasn’t long before you were calling out his name, legs wrapped around him fully and cumming in unison. Your hands tangled in his curls, his own hands gripping at your hips, trying so desperately to push and bury his cock deeper into your warmth. When he pulled out he practically groaned at his load dripping out of you. “I guess that’s one way to tell your best friend you like them” you giggled tiredly, your fingers tracing at his forearm. Kyle smirked softly before getting ready to clean you up “so..” he was quiet for a moment, softly wiping down your body. “Do you like me?” You pushed his shoulder a bit “of course you idiot, I’ve liked you for like ever, just never knew how to tell you” you spoke quietly, letting him finish cleaning you up. When he was done he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up over yours and his shoulder. “You think you’ll parents will kill me if they find me in your bed?” You looked back at him, wiggling yourself into his body. “I’ll tell them your parents had a fight so you came to stay” you smiled gently at him, gripping his hand and pulling it so it wrapped around your body. There was silence.

“I love you.” Kyle spoke groggily.

You smiled, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“I love you too Ky”

#🃏 anon #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #south park hcs #south park headcanons #south park #south park fanfiction

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 5 months

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DUDE I HAD NO IDEA YOU DIDNT DO NSFW AAA IM SURE I READ THROUGH THE RULES IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY IM SO SORRYYY!

Anyhow to replace that older request, what about this.

Masky x daughter!reader (COMPLETELY PLATONIC AND ONLY FAMILY LOVING), what would be the aftermath of masky finding out Toby is dating reader? -🃏

Its ok everyone makes mistakes!!

BUT OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOOOOVE THIS CONCEPT

Masky is such dad material <333

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Masky with a daughter!reader dating Toby

Tim was hired by slender sometime in his late twenties to early thirties

Meaning you were just a little toddler at the time

Toby was hired at the age of 19, making you both legal adults by the time toby joined

Tim is always so proud of you, watching you grow up, learn to defend yourself, become an amazing person

Toby is...kind of the opposite

Dont get him wrong, Toby's a nice kid and all, he's just...loud...and annoying...and clingy

So when he bumps into you two in the hallway, your fingers interlocked and the two of you sharing a sweet kiss, Tim AUDIBLY sighs

This makes both you and toby look at him, toby jumps and looks ashamed, while you smile and hop over to your dad

"Dad!" You say, getting ready to explain everything

"Save it." He says "i really don't care who you date but....did it have to be him??"

You make a face "whats wrong with toby?"

"Nothing, nothing. Im just saying...you dont think you couldve gone after someone like E.J or Liu? Someone with ambition? Someone who isnt as smelly?"

You cross your arms and pout "toby is not smelly!"

Tim raises a brow before shaking his head and walking away

A few days after, Toby and Tim are sent out on a mission together

While getting geared up, toby speaks "um...sorry if im not who you wanted your daughter to date" he says, his speech being interrupted numerous times by whistles and grunts, as well as flicking his wrist, showing exactly how nervous he is

Tim, of course, notices this and sighs "it's not a huge deal, i was mostly teasing." He looks over to toby who seems to have calmed down a little

"That being said, if you ever hurt my little girl i will beat you within an inch of your life...only reason i wouldn't finish the job is because i dont wanna lose everything i worked for"

Toby gives a nervous smile "uh, wasn't planning on it"

"Good. You have nothing to worry about then" tim states simply, before walking off and getting into his truck

All in all, tim really doesnt care who you date, as long as theyre not huring you, and you arent hurting them, he doesnt care

He will absolutely tease you about it, but other than that there isnt really any interaction from him

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby erin rogers #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #masky creepypasta #masky mh #creepypasta masky #masky marble hornets #mh masky #tim masky #🃏 anon

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fairytalefragments · 6 months

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❥ | GORO AKECHI

— rentry graphics for 🃏 anon ; like/rb + credit if using

#goro akechi kin #persona 5 kin #p5 kin #rentry graphics #chapter complete #🃏 anon

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s0ulryo · 1 year

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I can see könig going to the store and as he goes through the aisles he finds things that remind him of you and by the end when he was supposed to have just done a grocery run the cart has more trinkets and snacks than whatever you were supposed to have for dinner

BIG fan of domestic könig I think the lad would appreciate it at least a little. Let us live our little sitcoms

- 🃏

he'd also be the type to sneak stuff into the cart or basket and forget to get the main thing he came to the store to get.

domestic könig is fr a wildcard, he could be all chill and relaxed at one moment and hanging upside down on his balcony the next moment.

#s0ulryo #s0ulryo thoughts #könig #könig cod #konig #konig cod #könig x reader #konig x reader #call of duty x reader #warzone 2.0 #i love anons #sr. anon 🃏#s0ulryo + anons

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aventurine-official · 9 days

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(2.1 Ending scene spoilers)

- So Aventurine, what’d you do if you found out Sunday was turned into a chicken man kebab?

-🕶️ Hanu Anon

//I also recently discovered your blog and other Star Rail RP blogs, it seems like a fun group ^^ I’m also sorry for the bad 2.1 joke with Sunday eheh//

‘Chicken man kebab’?

*The gambler echoes, arching an eyebrow.*

And, ah— what exactly would that entail? I didn’t think Mr. Sunday was… edible, but people around here seem to have some strange thoughts indeed~

#trump card 🃏#hanu anon 🕶️#angel boy 🪶#honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #hsr #aventurine #hsr rp #honkai star rail rp #aventurine honkai star rail

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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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thoughts on whip kink with best friend seungmin? 👀

-🃏anon

“have you ever wanted to try it?” seungmin said, staring at the sex scene on the television in front of you. seriously, who’s idea had it been to watch this? the sex scenes were beyond kinky.

you coughed, clearing your throat. “try what?”

“whipping,” he responded, not missing a beat. you stared at his side profile as he shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth. your best friend, kim seungmin, cute sloped nose and big lips moving as he eats. he sniffed, then his arm moved to the back of the couch. “if you want to try it, i have one.”

and that’s how you ended up here. bent over on your best friend’s bed as he walks around you, humming. you’re dressed in nothing but your white cotton panties that were now positively soaked through, and you haven’t even fucking kissed him yet. you’re dying to kiss him.

he strokes the whip over your ass, chuckling when you gasp at the sensations. it’s soft, but you know it won’t be when he hits you with it. “i’m going to hit you with it now, okay? take a deep breath for me.”

you do as he says, and then the whip is smacking down on one asscheek. you can feel the heat smarting on your skin before you even process the hit, and you whine. it’s good. it’s so fucking good. you knew you liked spanking, being slapped across the face - but god, it was so fucking hot being hit with a whip.

“oh, seungmin!”

he hits you again, on the other cheek this time. you keen, pushing back for more. he chuckles. “i think you like this. am i wrong?”

“no,” you gasp, and he rewards you with another hit. “i like it, god- i like it, like it s’much.”

seungmin hums, one big hand rubbing over your smarting skin. “i can tell. your panties are fucking soaked,” you jolt when his thumb rubs over your clothed slit. “i think i’ll have to keep you around, just so i can do this more often.”

#juno’s asks ♡#asks: seungmin #🃏 anon 💌

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tokillamockingbird427 · 3 months

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If there was a Ghosts reboot today, what do you think would be changed? Obviously there would be graphics/programming improvements; I’m thinking more about keeping Logan as a silent protagonist/more sympathetic Federation/rewriting history/etc.

-🃏

I agree with you that they'd do graphical improvements and that, but I'm not exactly sure what they would do. I have more ideas for what would be fun for them to do, which range from what I consider fairly realistic to ridiculous.

This is going to get long. "Read More" of mercy upon ye.

Like, I think it would be cool if they added more moments to use Riley. We got so few missions with the boy! I'd love to see more of him. In combat or even on a tracking mission or similar. And I really enjoyed the mechanic of being able to sic him on people.

Along those lines, I think it would be interesting if you could also command the human Ai. Not quite giving orders because you (As Logan) aren't in charge, but just having them cooperate with you like the team you are. "Enemies over there!" kinda thing, so you can guide their attention towards areas you wanna push. Would make playing on harder difficulties not only easier but more satisfying IMO.

More emphasis on the STEALTH part of the Ghosts would also be nice. It does get shown in the game, like during "End of the Line" and especially during "The Hunted" but at some point you always go loud. A mission where you go in and get out without anyone knowing you were there would be awesome.

On the topic of stealth, a mechanic similar to the Assassins creed games where the Enemy Ai slowly catch on that you're there and THEN attack if you suck at sneaking would be interesting. But I wouldn't like it as much if they relaxed entirely and gave the all clear (after a full alert) just because Logan hid in a patch of grass for five seconds. (Or a closet.)

Maybe a dumb idea that wouldn't be executed well but a wave mode which takes place in the hospital Sand Viper took place in (So it's like you're one of the Proto-Ghosts.) where you just fight to see how long you can go would be fun. Extinction still being there would be sick too, just add the wave mode and don't replace the prior.

Story wise, because I've been speaking more mechanics/gameplay shit, I'd enjoy more sibling moments between Logan and Hesh. The moment in the start of Brave New World where Hesh lets Logan sleep in is CRUMBS and I want/need more of that. Aside from them cooperating in field I want to see Hesh worry about Logan and the same in reverse. Have them check on each other. Have them attached at the hip. Have both of them ready to ride or die!

Along the same lines (Again.) more dad moments from Elias. The reason I want this is rather evil... I want him to be so likable it genuinely breaks peoples hearts and traumatizes them when he dies. It hurts already because I get attached to pixels easily but like. I haven't cried. Make me cry.

An actual funeral scene for Elias that isn't Hesh narrating over a dramatic visual please. I love Hesh's tendency for dramatic narration (Which he got from Elias) but I have a limit. Even if it's also a cut scene and not entirely intractable, I think it'd add some more oomph to the clear drama/angst they wanted from Elias's death.

Make Rorke's intelligence more obvious. I feel like it's a part of him that gets missed because people tend to focus on his cruelness and strength but his intelligence is what makes him a real threat. Through the game he is constantly a step ahead, which is obvious in some pats, but less so in others. (Obvious: Federation Day. Less obvious: Birds of Prey/The Hunted. Non obvious: Into the Deep. In all those missions he knew the Ghosts were going to be there and had contingencies. The only time the Ghosts get ahead of Rorke is when Logan and Hesh storm the train. Which I thinks speaks to their skill and his unfamiliarity with them.)

Following the above, I think it'd be neat to have Logan match Rorke in intellect. The sneaky crafty kind of intelligence that'll get you like a knife in the back. Would also be a good way to make said intelligence obvious, if Logan is the one to point it out. The reason he even knows it's there is because he recognizes it. It's familiar.

Give Logan some speaking lines. It's fine if he's still a majority quiet and prefers to let Hesh be his voice but just a few... Let the guy have some agency. And you do have to admit the era of silent COD protagonists is being phased out or is over. A relic from a bygone era...

More of Hesh being a fucking menace, please. Please please please. Begging on my knees. Him going "Checkmate" was the coldest shit ever, and he SCARED/SURPRISED Rorke doing that. I need more of it. (Another example: He just smacks the shit out of a Fed in the Luxor WITH A GUN rather than using it to shoot the guy. Menace behavior.)

Give Logan the ability to use his throwing knife skills more. He does it ONCE in Federation Day and that shit was so clean. MORE.

I actually really enjoy the black/white animated cut scenes between ops more than the ones in (for example) the Modern Warfare games where it's mostly satellite images. They did some pretty cool transitions a few times. Even if Hesh or Elias's narrating annoyed the shit out of me.

GIVE LOGAN A RORKE FILE. Hesh and Elias and MERRICK get one but not my boy??? LET HIM COOK! (I have a soft spot for the Rorke Files, I just think they're neat.)

Make Rorke and Elias gay for each other. Divorced. Toxi old man yaoi in my COD game? Sign me up. (This is the "Ridiculous" end of the ideas spectrum.) I don't care if it's only implied, I'll take ONE line where Elias admits that he and Rorke were closer than a Captain and Lieutenant should be and that's all I need.

Keegan and Ajax also Gae Confirmed please and thank you. I just... I need it. Also don't kill Ajax. I like him and if they do the Confirmed Gae it'd be another case of "Burying Your Gays" and I don't need that. Coma or smthn but no death.

More POC characters. Ajax is the ONE black guy and they kill him. Like are you kidding? Fucking hell. I hc the Walker boys as mixed White/Hispanic, I hc Keegan as Pakistani, Neptune as Korean/American, like c'mon I'm fighting for my life over here. Give me a fucking hand. Jesus.

Make the Ghosts scary. Gimme a mission from the enemies POV (Weather the player knows it or not) where you're just getting hunted in some Insidious-esque bullshit the whole time. Put the "Stalker" back in Ghosts. (Because their official name is STALKER)

I probably have more but I can't remember/think of them at the moment.

#hope this wasn't too long lmao 💀#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #everybody here #elias walker #hesh walker #logan walker #gabriel rorke #keegan p russ #beloved anon #🃏 anon

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hanasnx · 18 days

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mordecai seems like the type to say ily during missionary accidentally

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | situationship | fwbs | explicit sexual content | praise | missionary | love confession.

"You're so hot, you're so fucking hot, I can't believe we're hooking up." MORDECAI murmurs, making your body bob with the force of his ruts. You can't help but snicker at him a little, tangling your fingers in his faded dyed blue hair as you let the pleasure carry you through it. He's gotten better at fucking you, ending the tumultuous session with a softer missionary. Sweetly, his lips press a messy trail from your ear to your neck and shoulder, burying his heated face in your skin as he savors the feeling of being this close to you.

"Right there, Kai, right there," you sigh, clutching onto him as you adjust underneath him, letting the angle do the work as he slowly sinks in and out. Your nails scrape his scalp, and tingles travel down his entire body, bottoming out with a snap, groaning in your ear. "You're so big, you know that?" you praise him with a curl to your lips, letting them brush the shell of his ear. "Never had anyone as big as you. You feel so good." Affectionately, you stroke down his hair, whispering your praises to keep him happy. You're not sure why you're so endeared by him, something about him—especially right now—draws you to be sweet on him.

A hand tucks under your knee, pushing your leg back to stretch you out. You gasp from the new sensation, letting him fit you around him by maneuvering you. "'Wanna cum, 'wanna cum so bad..." he murmurs, "M'close."

You brace yourself, angling your pelvis and holding him close, "Go ahead, Kai, c'mon," The pace hastens, a tremble in his pelvis, his chipped black fingernails digging into your skin as if to keep you exactly where you need to be.

Pathetic whimperings emit from his closed lips, squeezing the breath out of you as he works himself to the edge. "I..." Panting against your neck, he can barely get a word out. "I... love... you." he speaks between his ministrations. "I love... you. I love you," he says quicker, picking it up with his hips. You tense, your pussy closes up, it contracts from the shock but he uses it to his advantage. "Fuck—I love this pussy, I love you." You mutter a pitiful "Kai." but he doesn't hear you, moaning as he's lost in the feeling.

You fist his hair, yanking it to demand his attention. "Mordecai." you warn.

"I..." Broken out of his stupor, he slows to a stop. "I'm... I'm sorry. Uh," He props himself up on his elbows, emerging from the safety of your neck, a shade of vulnerability pink on his cheeks in the dull light, wide eyes meeting yours. "I'm sorry I didn't mean that. I don't know why I said that."

#[🃏]#indy: drabbles #ch: human!mordecai #mordecai drabble #mordecai smut #mordecai x reader #mordecai x fem reader #mordecai x you #mordecai x y/n #mordecai imagine #mordecai fic #mordecai fanfic #mordecai fanfiction #regular show x reader #reader insert #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon

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l3viat8an · 8 months

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Rooooo!!! I am back :)

For the sake of me walking into a sign a couple days ago and now have a bruised eyebrow which comes half way down my eye... 😅

How do you the brothers would act upon seeing MC walk into the dining room for dinner with a black eye both before and after MC explaining what happened?

Do enjoy!

-🃏

Ouch- I hope your eye is alright 🃏!!!

Also this is half crack tbh-

So they’re all talking at once, voices over lapping a LOT and all of them questioning what happened and how you managed to do that??? or maybe asking who the hell hit you???

Lucifer is rolling his eyes as soon as you explain- and he knows you’re fine, he’s giving you one of his lectures™ about paying attention to where you’re going and how this is exactly why you should!!

Mammon Was worried as hell and definitely ready to beat the shit out of any possible demon. But after hearing your explanation he’s gonna laugh- loud laughing and telling ya, you have to pay more attention silly human!

Levi is so confused and just asks how??? Like how did you do that?? Sure, he’s seen it happen in anime but how did you do that irl???

Satan are all humans this clumsy? A little bit like Lucifer and he’ll remind you to pay more attention to your surroundings and low objects

Asmo hon, your face!!! After hearing that it was an accident he’s completely focused on getting it off your face as fast as possible- he probably has a magic pain cream or something to help that too-

Beel is mostly relieved that you’re okay! Asks if it hurts or if you want an ice pack.

Belphie he’s just laughing too- dumbass grin on his face, telling you humans bruise too easy. Tho he will ask if it hurts or now and check you’re okay.

#I can’t take myself too seriously sometimes-#but honestly they’re all fools so I think this still fits lol #🃏 anon!#obey me!#om! hcs #ro rambles #obmswd hcs #obey me headcanons

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streaminn · 11 months

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childhood online friends au

LMAOOOO WEDNESDAY KILLING ENID ON SIGHT

hilarious

how does Enid feel when she realizes that Wednesday is Willa? what does Eugene say to Enid after the exchange bc I think it would be a really funny scenario

also what does Wednesday's viewers think of all of that? does she give context on who Enid is and why she just killed her LMAO

how about the others like Yoko and Bianca? did they see what happened?? what do they have to say about that?

here's the thing, when Wednesday sternly tells Enid to reread the messages, the whole thing kinda slams onto the junior detective because from what she saw-

Her not keeping contact hit Wednesday really hard.

Because from the start, you'd see a message of Wednesday asking where enid is two days after she logged off. Then again the day after, asking if she indeed got kidnapped. Then as a day passes, another sinclair send an sos if so pops in. More days past and you can just see Wednesday lowkey going through the stages of grief.

There's phrases of "dumb mutt, did you forget your password?" to "Sinclair, if this is because i didn't allow you to sell the food then you have all the right to do so next time."

There's a gap of a few months before it picks up with Wednesday mentioning random events after that. She points out how she beat this event in record time or how sinclair would've loved to see the lanterns in this event for that year.

There's guilt crawling in Enid's gut when she sees the words, "did I do something wrong?" as she scrolls through

but she doesn't confront wednesday about it. Its been about five years but she remembers that straight confrontation wasn't usually the best. Familiarity was a comfort, if she were to breach this now when she was obviously irate, it'd do something that enid didn't want

so she plays up the goofyness and Enid is so very apologetic, basically on her knees and begging for forgiveness as she explains the situation.

"im so sorry willaaaa," the words pop ontop of her character's head as she circles her wife's >:/ emoting character. "i couldn't afford to play it back then!!"

most people would forgive the other but Wednesday holds grudges, so she makes the sulking werewolf promise to play with her every two days, same time as now.

Sinclair pauses, counts how much free time she has then the message of "okk!!" pops in.

There's a silence as a dot dot dot follows up with that. "its Enid btw," the werewolf adds as she stares at the keyboard. It feels wrong because Wednesday is this public streamer and she knows WIlla's full name-

its only right willa knew hers.

"Sinclair is my last name ^^!!"

{Your Beloathed Love, Wednesday A. Logged out the game}

Enid stares, mouth agape. "IS MY NAME THAT BAD??"

#wenclair #🃏 anon #jericho online au

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