#I'm actually really proud of this drawing i'm gonna pin it

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Hey, can I request an intersex Nat where she accidentally got R pregnant? And then she decided to hide the baby from Nat because she didn't want to burden Natasha or something (idk, you can change the reason), and then 5 years later, Nat was shocked to find R with a child. She did a computation and some research to know that it was her child too! Fluffy ending, please? Sorry for rambling, I just love single mother AUs rn and idk why?? Thank youuu!!

It's never over.

Warnings: y/s/n (your son's name), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink

Pairings: Intersex Natasha x fem reader

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: It has actually been a hot minute since I posted. I'm sorry, but I'm ready for this writing grind to return. This fic is my apology. I'm getting to it if I didn't get to your request. Trust me, I've seen it and probably already started writing it.

"Fuck baby, I don't have a condom," Natasha tells you while hurriedly taking off her shirt.

You moaned quietly and muttered, "It's fine." Your hands go to Natasha's sweatpants to pull them down. "Just pull out, okay?"

Natasha lets out a low groan in reply to you, and her hands promptly find their way to your bra. In one swift mention, your bra was unclasped and thrown somewhere in the dimly lit bedroom.

Her hand soon came up to your face, tracing your face. Her eyes were glued on you, on how beautiful you were. Her face comes intact with your neck, kissing you slowly. Her lips dragged down and down. Soon, meeting your pelvis. Her head slowly moved back up to look at you. "So pretty baby, love you so much," she muttered. Her fingers traced down your body 'till they got to your clothed cunt. Her middle and index finger glided over your clit, and a soft whine erupted from your mouth.

"Please, Tasha, need you."

"Yeah, baby? I got you, okay?" She murmured out to you. A small kiss was left on your forehead. Natasha's two fingers pulled your panties to the side. Her attention was now on your pussy.

"So wet for me." Her lips curled upwards, forming a proud smirk. She didn't even do anything to you, and she had you dripping.

Her fingers dipped themselves in your hole, and a small gasp left your mouth. You threw your head against the pillow that lay beneath your head.

"Look at me, y/n, how good I'm making you feel." She mutters out to you, immediately drawing her fingers away from your cunt.

"Need your fingers, please." You moan out to her, your head shooting back up to see her in front of you, her two fingers up to her mouth to taste you.

"Taste so fucking good." she sighs out to you. "Need my fingers, baby? How bad do you need them?"

"Really bad, Natasha." Your hips start to buck forward, trying to relieve that ache you had in your core.

Natasha's hand comes to your hips, pushing them back down into the bed. You know you can't do anything about it. She's so much more potent than you. A force of one hand has your hips pinned down.

"Sorr-" Your plead is cut short when you feel her fingers entirely make their way into you. A languid yelp leaves your mouth. Your head shoots back once more.

"Feels good, huh? Bet my cock will feel better, though."

You can't respond back to her, too focused on her fingers that are curling in you. Her fingers pump faster, lewd sounds of your wetness caving the room, echoing every now and then.

Natahsa's free hand moves up to your clit, circling the bud just like she did before.

"So good, Nat, don't stop p-please."

"'M not gonna stop, baby."

As you lay, you feel the muscles in your legs tense up, and your feet shift slightly as your legs come together, creating a subtle but noticeable closure.

"You close y/n?" She whispers in your ear, her body leaning onto you ever so slightly, but enough to feel her hard-on press onto you.

Your voice quivers as you let out a mournful "Mhm." You reach out and grasp her shoulder, fingers digging into her skin. The pressure of your grip is tight, as if you're trying to hold on to something slipping away.

As you near your high, Natasha pulls her fingers out of you. A high-pitched sob leaves your mouth. "N-no, Natasha."

"Shh, it's okay, my love. I gonna make you feel so much better." She mumbles out to you. Her body moves off of you and onto her knees. The tent in her boxers is more noticeable than it was before. Your gaze is fixated on the intricate network of veins coursing down her pelvis, descending further and further out of sight.

She let out a low groan as she moved her boxers down, sliding them off and tossing them somewhere in the room. Her cock sprung out of the piece of clothing, precum leaked from her tip.

"So fucking hard for you, baby, I just want to feel your pussy so bad."

A shattered breath left your mouth as you heard Natahsa's explicit words. Her hand slowly moved up and down on her cock, lowering her head down to use her spit as lube.

She slowly inched her hips closer to you, grabbing ahold of her hard cock. Her tip rubbed in between your folds, teasing for a few more minutes.

"Already feel so good." She sputters, her tip finally coming down to your hole. She takes her time easing into you, her eyes looking at how your pussy takes in all of her cock.

Once Natasha had bottomed out in you, she stilled her hips, giving you time to adjust to her length. "Tell me when I can move, baby, okay?" She softly tells you.

After a few minutes of waiting, you finally adjusted to her.

"O-okay, I'm ready, Nat."

Natasha needs to hear no more, her hips thrusting rhythmically.

"Th-that feels good, Tasha." Your breathing is labored. You can feel the deliberate slowness and shallowness of Natasha's thrusts, as though she is deliberately holding back from unleashing her full power upon you. It's as though she is carefully testing your limits, teasing you with the promise of what could come if she let go.

"Can I do this?" She asks, her eyes filled with anticipation. Her back straightens, and her hands move ever so sneakily, reaching out to grab your thighs.

The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the sound of a small head slowly nodding.

Her hands pushed your thighs back for a better angle. Her thrusting resumes and her cock hits new depths. Loud moans left your mouth as Natasha's hips grew in speed, her cock aimlessly hitting the spot that you love.

The way you clenched around her had her in a trance. The grip she had on your thighs tightened. A grunt came out of her mouth, and she snapped her hips faster into you. Your hands were trying to search for a place for stability.

"So fucking tight and warm, y/n. C-could be in you forever." She moans out to you.

"Fuck, I'm close, nat." a whine left your mouth as you closed your eyes and focused on all of the pleasure.

"Let me cum inside y/n, please."

You quickly nodded, trying to hide the knot that was forming in your stomach. The overwhelming feeling of unease made it hard to process anything else.

"Gonna cum!"

"Comon, do it, my love, cum for me." She reassures you. You can tell she's close to releasing by how her hips start to, for their own pace, a rhythm. With a few more strong thrusts from Natasha's hips, your orgasm came crashing down. Your back arched off of the bed as you felt Natasha shoot her load into you.

She lays down on top of you and catches her breath. She quickly rolls off of you and moves herself next to you on the suitable bed. Her side is slightly turned so she can look at your face.

"Did so good for me y/n." You feel her soft breath on your face as she leans in and gently presses her lips to your forehead, letting out a soft murmur.

You couldn't help but smile as you turned to face Natasha. She slowly lifted herself off you, her eyes fixed on yours as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

After standing up, she gracefully slips back into her boxers, her every move exuding confidence and poise. She walks into your bathroom with purpose, her eyes scanning the room until she spots a towel, which she swiftly grabs and wets under the tap. She returns to you, her gaze unwavering, and gently cleans you up with the damp towel, her soothing and reassuring touch.

As you lay on your bed, you hear a soft call of "Y/nnn." Turning your head, you see her standing there, a smile forming as she catches your gaze. Closing your eyes, you feel her hands gently cleaning you up, making you feel refreshed and cared for. Soon after, she hops onto the bed and wraps her arms around you from behind, holding you close in a warm embrace. It's a moment of comfort and intimacy that makes you feel safe and loved.

As you were lost in thought, you were suddenly jolted back to reality by boisterous laughter. You quickly checked your phone to see a message, only to find your son standing before you with a half-eaten Rice Krispie treat in his hand.

"Hey, buddy!" You bellowed out to him. His face lit up as he heard you talking to him.

He looks up at you with a beaming smile and says, "Hi, mama!" His little hands reach up toward you despite your close proximity, signaling his desire to be held in your embrace.

You bend down slightly to pick him up, even more laughter erupting from his tiny body. You quickly pick up the phone you put on the counter to take a picture of y/s/n. Your eyes get lost in the notification on your screen. You quickly forget about it and take a picture of the both of you in your matching Patagonia jackets, hoping you could post it to your Instagram later.

As you set him down on the ground, you turn to him and ask, "Would you like to go get some ice cream?" With a quick nod, he excitedly runs towards the door, nearly stumbling over the scattered toys that litter the floor. You can't help but chuckle at the sight as you make your way over to the accent table where your car keys are displayed.

As you two drove, the car was filled with the loud beats of y/s/n's favorite YouTube music, his laughter growing increasingly raucous as he found something particularly amusing. After a few minutes, we arrived at the ice cream shop, but getting y/s/n out of his seatbelt proved difficult due to all the kicking and squirming.

As you both stepped out of the car, you noticed the small ice cream shop across the street. You helped him out of the car and walked towards the shop. As you entered the tiny shop, the aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled your nostrils. The colorful display of ice cream flavors made your little companion's eyes widen with excitement. He carefully picked out his favorite flavor and waited patiently for you to pay. As you handed over the money, his tiny head looked up at you with gratitude and back at his ice cream, watching it drip from the cone onto his hand. The sound of his happy slurping filled the air as you both savored the moment.

Walking around the ice cream, you turn to your son and say, "Come on, let's find a table." You take his hand and navigate the large crowd, scanning for an available booth. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening catches your attention. You freeze when you see the girl who just walked in. She looks familiar, like someone you used to know. She stands tall with a confident posture and a mess of long red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. A few strands fall across her face, framing her sharp features. Dressed in a sleek compression shirt and shorts, she just came from the gym.

As you both stand in the ice cream shop, your eyes meet with a woman scanning the room. Suddenly, her gaze locks onto yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity pass between you. Her eyes slowly drift down to the child standing next to you, and she can't help but notice the resemblance between them. You're unsure what to do, but you feel frozen in place as you stare at each other. When your child tugs at your pants, reminding you that his ice cream is melting, you snap out of your trance and slowly start to move away.

"Mommy, ice cream!" he says loud enough for the girl you know to hear you.

"O-okay, y/s/n, follow me." You quickly find a table. As soon as you sit down, your son is on his tablet, watching PBS Kids to entertain him. And that's when you finally remember it was Natasha. She has changed a lot since you saw her 4 years ago.

Before you can get together to talk to her, she's already at your table. Your son quickly looks up at her and looks back down; his attention is on the ice cream and TV show.

"Y/n?" She whispered out to you. Her voice sounded the same, just as you remembered.

"Hi Natasha, I know that thi-"

"You have a kid now?" Her voice is a little shaky now; if you have to be honest, you feel bad for her. And now that you're face to face with her you start to regret your actions.

You stayed silent for a minute trying to find the right response to tell Natasha.

"Why didn't you tell me y/n? I've waited so long for you."

"I...I don't know Natasha." Our hands touch your face, rubbing it harshly, trying to process what was happening.

"Is he mine, Y/n?" You could tell her nervousness, her breath quickening as she awaited your response. The only thing you could do was nod your head up and down.

"have a seat, Nat." She hesitates momentarily before slowly taking a seat, her mind racing with mixed emotions. The air around you is tense as you wait for her to speak.

"You know I wanted to tell you."

"Why didn't you then? I was never able to get over you, y/n."

"I guess I...I guess I was too scared, Natasha. I didn't want you to ghost me, and I felt like a burden like you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." You looked down at the table, trying to hide your watering eyes from Natasha.

You feel her body shifting gently as she moves closer to you. Her arm gracefully wraps itself around your back and pulls you in closer. You respond to her embrace, feeling your entire body pressing against hers with a sense of comfort and warmth.

"I don't think you are a burden. I would've been so happy if you told me we would have a kid together. You know that I will always love you."

You do a slow nod into her chest. Natasha's face turns every once in a while, looking at the toddler across from her.

"What's his name?"

"Y/s/n. It made me think of you when I first gave birth to him."

Natasha's delicate fingers gently touch your chin, lifting your face towards hers. As you meet her gaze, a radiant smile spreads across her lips, illuminating her face with a warm glow.

"Do you wanna come back home with me, Nat?" you whisper just loud enough for her to hear.

"Yeah, actually. I want to catch up with you and my son."

You find yourself unable to do anything but return the smile of the person in front of you. As you gaze into her eyes, a flood of memories from your past together comes rushing back. You feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the new chapter that is about to unfold in your life.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x female #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #marvel #natasha x reader #marvel smut

[tenderfxck]

Can you write for submissive alhaitham? Imagine arguing over something trivial and just pinning him down and breaking him :D but ofc the onion boy would not go down without a fight, and that's where the fun begins <3

this got longer than i expected. um.

this is switch/bottom al haitham. sorry if that wasn’t what you were looking for but uhhhh. inspiration struck my dick and here we are.

contents: switch! al haitham, bottom! al haitham, gn!reader, no reader genitals mentioned, can be read as strap or not, he gets pegged/fucked :P, overstim, brat taming, light orgasm denial, begging

edit: i woke up this morning and found some issues. i went ahead and fixed them and last night’s me will be appropriately drawn and quartered for not proofreading closely enough

it all started when he mumbled a snide remark under his breath.

you had just finished chiding him for being too brusque with some poor akademiya students when you turned to take leave of his office, determined to decompress after dealing with that proud scribe.

it seemed to have been building, this tension between you two, and al haitham was irked enough to push it a just a bit more.

“well maybe you should stop with the niceties and people might actually respect you.”

he watched as you froze in front of him, a faint smirk crossing his face as he saw your perturbed look as you turned back to meet his gaze.

“mr. scribe, do not confuse kindness for a weak will.”

this was rare.

he’s only seen this look that’s currently overtaking your facade a few times before; only when he’s really struck a chord in your arguments.

he laughs quietly, mockingly as he crosses his arms and rests his back against the grand bookcase behind his desk. “well maybe if you knew how to assert dominance instead of resorting to being an absolute pushover you could—“

he feels the push of something before he's pinned between the wall and you.

he never knew you were capable of being assertive, let alone this. his chest tightens, breath catching as he stares back into your darkening eyes.

"assert dominance, huh?"

your knee finds its place between haitham's legs, drawing the open so easily in his paralyzed state.

"dominance. . ."

. . .

“ah- ah- ah- ggh!”

archons. his voice is hoarse, yet he still can’t stop it from rhythmically crying out, a chorus of moans punctuating each harsh meeting of hips. his cock is starting to feel numb. you already rode him twice until he completely emptied himself in you, yet now your thumb still rubs at the tip, taking in every broken little sob of him saying it’s “too much.”

“wasn’t it you who said i needed to- what was it?”

you thrust into him sharply, uncaring for his worn and overstimulated body. all he can do is gasp out, cock throbbing in your grasp.

“assert dominance?”

fuck. he feels so full. his face is buried in one of the pillows on the chaise lounge of the study, no doubt probably stained with his drool by now. his knees dug into the soft, green velvet, ass poised up high, being fucked so earnestly by you.

"i'm simply demonstrating my aptitude."

you continue this steady, constant pace, fucking him flat into the sofa while all he can do is sob out such cute, broken little moans and grab helplessly at the plush upholstery.

who knew you kept something like that hidden away, ready to be used like this.

“please, t-too—ah! much. . .”

“hush. no more whining, now, just take it all, mr. scribe.”

you gave a particularly harsh thrust after, punctuating your teasing nickname before setting that harsh pace again.

he felt like he was losing his grip. his normal sensibilities were now nowhere to be found, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of you filling him up and the urge to beg you for more, more, more.

and he hated it.

“haah. . . stop—ggh! using me you p-please, asshole. . .”

it was just too much. the hand digging into his soft hips, the other that teased his spent cock, the brutal pace of you pounding into his ass, so completely at your mercy.

“fuck. . . g-gonna cum again!” he gasps, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he sees stars cloud the edge of his vision.

your hips still and your hands are suddenly no where. the sensation abruptly dulls, leaving him unsatisfied. but the burning urge remains, twitching helplessly at the loss of stimulation.

“nonono- fuck! why. . .” he huffs sharply, thoroughly pissed off.

his cock throbbed between his legs, laying swollen and neglected against his thigh. he was leaking from the relentless teasing of your hands, only pushed farther by the lewdness of your pressing so deep into him. he was so certain he had nothing left to give but fuck did he want—need to cum again.

“we’ll i’m just a pushover to you, aren’t i? so i did just what i was told.”

you shifted ever so slightly, slipping that much farther out of his hole, al haitham sobbing at the loss of sensation.

“and stopped.”

archons, no. he was so fucking close to the edge. he needed that release. needed to be roughly fucked to completion. needed to call out your name as he came all over his spent body as you used his hole as you pleased.

fuck his pride. he needs you.

"i-i'm sorry" he keens, shame forgotten, instead heaving and writhing before you. "i'm sorry, just please- archons, ggh. . . please just-" he looks up at you above him, lashes decorated with desperate tears, wiggling those divine hips against you as he pitifully, submissively, finally begs-

"fuck me!"

a sinful smirk spread across your face as you reach you forearm around al haitham's neck, pulling him up into a headlock, his body flush with yours. his back arches so sweetly against your form as you harshly thrust yourself back in, all the way to the base. al haitham chokes out a surprised moan, eyes rolling back as he melts, completely surrendering to you.

"glady, mr. scribe."

#i’ll show myself the door #i’m having a switch moment myself #im sorry this took forever but my excuse is that i moved across the country #please enjoy <3 #tender thoughts #tender answers #al haitham smut #alhaitham smut #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x y/n #alhaitham x y/n #al haitham x you #alhaitham x you #bottom al haitham #bottom alhaitham

[oleander-nin]

Hihi! I love your writing for the yan!rise turtles! I'm not sure if you take requests, but, may I request a post about the yandere turtles reacting to or interacting with a s/o who copes with the stress of their kidnapping by singing? The songs I think of would be like musical style songs like ballads that really convict emotions.

If you don't take requests that's totally fine! I hope you're having a great day/afternoon/night!

A/N, not important: This isn't as Yan as I wanted it to be, but this would literally be like, the optimal situation for all of them. If it sucks majorly, just send me another ask, and I'll edit it to make it more dark. Thank you for requesting, you literally requested like a minute before I closed them you lucky duck. If you're ever curious about requesting, you can check my pinned post which has my requesting rules linked. I recommend you always check that before requesting. I'm trying to push out as many as I can because I want to clean out my inbox before I post the 100/200 follower special. It's impressive how fast these can go once I stop being such a lazy prick. Posts are probbles gonna be a bit shorter for a while, my apologies. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Themes of being kidnapped, obsessive behavior, isolation(Donnie), yandere themes, coping mechanisms

Words: 639

Summary: The Yan! ROTTMNT turtles deal with a S/O that sings to cope with being kidnapped.

Mikey:

Is intrigued.

Will usually try and hang around while you’re singing, finding your voice soothing. Even if you sound like a screaming goat, he still loves it. You’re perfect, and so is your voice.

Encourages it as well.

Not only does he love to hear you sing, but he also recognizes it as a healthier coping mechanism.

When you’re singing, even if it’s a really sad song, you’re not really fighting him or using some destructive coping mechanism. 

Has you sing while he draws. Feels it brings you both closer together, the both of you making a form of art. Yours just happens to be intangible.

Records it when he can and shows off your singing to his brothers.

Is very proud of you and your talent

Pretends it’s not a trauma response/a coping mechanism.

He is well aware that it is, but he likes to pretend it isn’t

Donnie:

Either sits you in his lab with him, or records you while you sing in his room.

Since those are the two main places you’re going to be, he’s able to almost always listen.

Plays the tapes of you singing when you are either refusing to speak to him, or he’s punishing you via isolation and is unable to listen to you in person.

If you sing more musical style songs, he will 100% try to duet with you, especially if it’s a love song.

Will just tell you to sing sometimes. If he gets overwhelmed, and needs some form of stimulation, he goes to you and just sits in front of you and demands you to sing.

Gets incredibly huffy if you refuse.

On the flip side, he can also get extremely irritated if you’re singing for too long or if it’s distracting him or something.

Will demand you either shut up or make you go into your little isolation room to sing since it’s soundproof.

Raph:

Just a friendly reminder for Raph’s before I get yelled at. You might not actually be smaller than him, or weaker than him, but he very much sees you that way.

Anyways, he finds it cute that you sing to deal with your stress.

You’re already so fragile and weak, but you sing to cope too?

Now that’s just plain adorable.

It’s just proof that you need him. Your mind is too feeble to deal with the stress head on.

You need him to take care of you, and he’s happy to listen to your little performances.

Will scoop you into his arms(or drag you towards him if you’re bigger) and hold you tight, having you sing away while you're stuck with him.

Doesn’t understand why you stopped singing after he grabbed you.

He’s only helping after all.

Leo:

Sits criss-cross applesauce in front of you as you sing.

Very much appreciates and likes it.

Mikey mentioned offhandedly it being your coping mechanism, and Leo thought it was a really pretty one.

Begs Donnie to figure out how to cleanly record your voice without you knowing.

He wanted to listen to you sing while he’s on patrol or in battle.

Like Donnie, would try his best to sing along.

Or hum along since he doesn't want to disrupt you too much.

Usually drops what he’s doing to come listen to you, gives you all his attention.

It’s unnerving, but he doesn't want to miss a single moment with you.

Especially not when he finds your voice such a gift.

Has you sing before you both go to sleep, likes to pull you close to his chest and bury his face into your neck as you do so.

Is incredibly conflicted, he wants to show off your voice to his brothers, but at the same time, he wants to be the only one to be able to hear you.

#rottmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise leo #rottmnt leo #yandere donnie #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #gender neutral y/n #yandere donnie x reader #yandere #cw kidnapping #cw yandere #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere x reader #raph rottmnt #yandere leonardo #yandere leo #yandere mikey #yandere raph #yandere raphael #yandere headcanons #tmnt headcanons #yandere donatello

[beanghostprincess]

What do you think about ZoSan. I love them but I don´t ship them. (hidding from the many ZoSan fans)

okay so my opinion here might be a bit controversial but i'm so cray cray i'm so brave i'm such a warrior in this fandom i'm just gonna say it:

i don't really like the zosan...

(btw i don't wanna spread hate but i'm too lazy to censor the ship name and tbh idk if it also shows up in the fyp if it's said in the ask??? i talk a bit negatively about it, so don't read it if you ship them in case it might bother you <3)

i love their dynamic and i've been saying they need to fuck since, like, the moment they started fighting on screen. the sexual tension is immaculate, please, just fuck already god- half of their problems would be solved asap if zoro pinned sanji against a wall already and fucked him so hard he spoke french.

i like the fact that although they're always arguing, they understand and trust each other when it comes to serious stuff. like yeah, we fight but we are not letting this affect the crew as a whole. they're just two very proud bastards who hate admitting they don't actually dislike each other that much. their whole dynamic is great in canon!!!! love to see them. i enjoy them a lot. they need to fuck already (saying this tho does not mean i ship them to an extreme extent. i just know gays when i see them).

however!!! i think my dislike towards the ship comes mainly from the fandom. because personally i enjoy them in canon and i like the content some people make of them (god knows i reblog zosan more than it looks like), but... the 90% of the content and shippers just make them so out of character they stress me tf out. i see a zosan shipper and i never know if they're the good kind or not and i start shaking with fear. and i'm a person that believes in "ship whatever tf you want bc everyone has different tastes and i'm not that crazy to fight over fictional characters and what other people like", but, y'know, bad experiences from my past idk.

they're not even in my top 10 op ships, but they exist. they're there. they're fun. they're cool, i guess. i feel very indifferent about them and if i see a cute/hot zosan thing i'll reblog it. but i don't seek content of them, y'know (unless i'm in a very sanji nsfw mood and the horniness takes over my original preferences. sometimes i just want sanji to be topped, i apologize).

but yeah, i'm very "meh" about them and the thing that makes me not really like them is the fandom, mostly. because there are some zosan shippers out there that just....................... they remind me of kiribaku shippers saying their ship is queerbait when it's very obviously NOT queerbait and claiming them to be canon when they're obviously not canon and etcetcetc. that, and the fact that a lot of people write/draw them extremely out of character. personally, for me soft zosan (i love soft zosan bc i'm a softie) could only work after a long-ass development and they'd still act like the idiots they are. that being said, nsfw zosan works every time in every universe bc, again, the sexual tension is tangible, man. and somehow people manage to do it out of character????? lmao.

people are SO obsessed with this ship bc it's easy to sexualize and easy to write because "haha boys fucking haha fighting haha" which is uhhhhhh not my thing, really. like i do love nsfw zosan but it also has to be written extremely in character and- idk i think that it's just on me.

basically, i'm indifferent about them and when i see people so so so hyped i just don't really get it. and then there's people that actively believe that they're queerbaiting and that instantly makes me angry, which translates into not liking the ship for a while. and when i go back to being indifferent and liking some stuff of them, i just don't really care much? and then i see someone writing them ooc and i dislike them again and- that over and over and over again.

and okay this whole thing seems stupid but i've had past experiences in fandoms and tbh saying that you don't like THE popular ship is like yelling at the shippers to attack you.

but, yeah, to summarize: i'm indifferent about them. i like them in very specific situations and content. most of the shippers and ooc content make me mad (which is like, most of them). but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the thing is: when zosan is done well, zosan is great. but when it's done out of character??? i can't fucking stand it.

i'm kind of contradicting what i said about not liking them because i do like them?? i just don't like them THAT much or to that extent and it has to be a very specific flavor?? and the shippers and content make me so mad sometimes i just stop reading fics or looking for content idk. i guess what i'm trying to say is that:

-> canon zosan cool

-> fanon zosan makes me dislike them

-> i don't really care and since this fandom is literally FULL of that ship i just have to live with it idk they're fine ig

#i wrote this super quickly but yeah #i just don't really like them much #they're fine #and some people are very annoying and have very strong opinions about them and i just don't care #but sometimes i read ooc stuff and it makes me MAD #but that's life ig #i do think they need to fuck tho

[thedancingcockroach134]

Human Tito x Human Ozzie pt. 12 (2/2) (Jerry and Arthur)

(OMG YES! I'm so sorry, guys! I've just been dealing with a lot. Thank you for waiting patiently! Yes, NOT FOR KIDS!)

"I think of you as a porn star to be honest..." Jerry and Sara were just talking, and messing with each other. "A porn star? Well, I think of you as a...uhm...." Sara had said to Jerry, very confused, and mixed up. "See?! I win! Bitch, I won!" Sara pushed Jerry, "Yous a hoe!" They both started laughing as they insulted each other a little, "So," asked Sara, "how have you and Arthur been doing together?" Jerry sighed and smiled, "Very well, I love him so much. Sometimes, he can get me turned on a little~" Sara then started laughing, "Ain't no way! Does he get hard sometimes?" Jerry then responded, "Sometimes? Is that even a question, or a fact?" Sara then gasped and turned red, "W-What?!" Jerry chuckled a little, "Of course, he gets hard! I mean, I would love to feel his hard dick inside me~" Sara laughed, "Woah, that's....Wow!" Arthur came to Jerry, "Hey, honey!" They both kissed, "I've been thinking....How about later on, we can sneak inside that room over there and...make out?" Jerry turned red, "Y-Y-Yes! Of course! Yes!" As they were talking, Ozzie ran up to them, "H-Hi, guys! Look, it's Ozzie drawing!" She showed them the drawing of a flower with a smile, "See? T-Tito help Ozzie make flower! M-Me wanted it blue, he w-w-wanted it to have purple, so we did it t-together!" Arthur smiled, "Uhm..." Sara interrupted, "W-Wow...Ozzie...Such a nice flower! Uhm, you're a...good artist!" Ozzie laughed and giggled, "R-Really?" They all nodded. As Ozzie ran off, all 3 of them looked at each other, "So...Have y'all realized that Ozzie has been really good and improved about her speech and stuttering? She used to just always wait and process, now she just says it!" Sara had exaggerated." They all nodded and agreed, "I've actually been noticing that. I'm proud of her!" Jerry had said. A few hours later, Jerry and Arthur had snuck into the room, and locked the door. "Alright, this is...interesting...." Jerry had said as he slowly walked towards the middle of the room, "Reminds me of...I actually don't know, my dumbass can't progress shit!" Arthur then walked up to Jerry, "Well, can it progress how hard I'm getting right now?~" Jerry turned around and turned red, "H-How...hard?" Arthur bit his lip, "Very hard~ I wanna be in you so badly!~" Jerry then looked down at Arthur's pants, "Why not be in me right now?~" Arthur then pinned Jerry to the wall, "I'm going to fuck that tight ass!~" Jerry smirked, "Do it...Daddy~" Arthur started kissing Jerry's neck passionately. It felt amazing and made him grew even more lustful, a craving for pleasure. "A-Aah!~!!" Jerry started to moan as Arthur started kissing him on the neck. Arthur slowly took off his pants, "This shit bouta be the best day yet!~" Jerry blinked his eyes, "Y-Yeah... ~" Jerry slowly took off his pants too, "I-It's not my first time having this type of sex. I've had gay sex before being the top and bottom~" Arthur started to get even more lustful, "Well, this time, you're the bottom again~" Jerry gasped and turned even more red, "I-I want that dick inside me very deep!~" Arthur roughly bent Jerry over, "Well, you're gonna have it then!~" Arthur slowly put his dick in, and started thrusting. Jerry gasped as it was slowly put in, and tried not to moan. "Shhh~ Just relax, Jerry~" Arthur had said as he stopped for a moment. Jerry squinted his eyes and nodded, "Y-Yes, Daddy~" Arthur continued to thrust faster, and started going harder, "H-Harder, Daddy!~" Jerry moaned louder and covered his mouth, "Oh, really?~ Alright, but I won't go easy on you~" Jerry gasped as Arthur started going harder, "F-Fuck!~ Shit!~ Holy- Ooh, fuck yeah, Arthur!~!!" Arthur smirked in a lustful way and feeling, "Y-You're gonna make me wanna cum inside your tight ass a lot!~" Jerry bit his bottom lip as he tried not to moan, but failed. "A-Aah!~!!" As Jerry moaned, it was the last straw. "I-I'm about to fucking cum! I-I can't hold it....~" Arthur cummed inside Jerry, a lot. Jerry felt it and started breathing fast. His heart was pounding a lot, he loved it. "L-Looks like I couldn't last long....~"

Arthur started breathing really fast as he slowly took out his dick. It was sticky and wet, just like the inside of Jerry. A few hours later, the whole gang decided to secretly take a walk outside. As they were walking in the grass, Sara went next to Jerry and Arthur, "So, how's y'all relationship been?" Jerry and Arthur look at each other and smiled. Jerry then responded to Sara, "Amazing...."

(HAJAHAHAHWAWAWAWAWAWA! Pt. 13 coming soon 🤫🧏🏻‍♂️)

Sneak peak of pt. 13: Tito and Ozzie find out about the past of the asylum. On the other hand, Sara plans with Jerry to find a way to go on a date.

#im dumb #willy's wonderland #lgbtq #willy's wonderland comic #tito turtle #ozzie ostrich #gay #arty alligator #willy weasel #My gay ass-

[sharpieshepie]

Eluvian

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A DragonAge!AU, composition and lighting inspired by _jpierce

#the untamed #mdzs #wangxian #mdzsnet #dragon age #wei wuxian #lan wangji #my art #wangxian going through that eluvian to chase after solas #and bonk him #for wanting to destroy the world #and by extension wangxian's farm #that is not allowed #I'm actually really proud of this drawing i'm gonna pin it

[sysig]

It doesn’t seem to respond to yelling

#Doodles #Shitpost #I've been having a real disconnect between my hand and my eyes lately #I /know/ my hand is capable but it keeps disappointing my eyes #I mentioned back in my Art Advice (lol) that getting your eyes and hands to work together was one of the big hurdles #Forgot to mention that as you improve - or fail to practice whichever happens first - your hand and eyes will mismatch #Either your eyes will fall behind and you'll fail to notice flaws - a real honeymoon period that is and it's not a bad thing #Don't get it mixed it's an important step in being proud of your work and continuing to make things you're happy with so you'll finish stuff #But on the other hand lol there's when your eyes become very sharp at identifying whatever tf nonsense your hand is up to #That's me right now lol #I also need to warm up more I'm really bad at warming up - I've been making circles more than before! Not enough tho... #Anyway this was my warmup and then I could draw decently again at least enough to get some sketches I was satisfied with down #Anatomy refuses to be pinned down lately >:| I'm gonna have to do some studies which sounds annoying lol #Also yes those are the clothes I'm wearing it might be a caricature of what they actually look like #But it is a rainbow shirt with some ironic gay vibes and black and white heart pants lol #Anyway I'm going to bed lol #DDoodles

[poguestvff]

LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #wheezie cameron #wheezie cameron x reader #rafe cameron #sarah cameron

[babyybitchhh]

This is the anon who commented about yami! I didn't like nozel at first but I can't lie, he kinda grew on me and he's fine asf. I couldn't look at magna in anyway until I saw him with his hair down. Now I'm like 👀👀👀. More than anything, I just want yami to ruin me. Spank me and call me a good girl pleaseee

Yessssssss

Yami was BUILT to be daddy. So strong, so rough around the edges but with a big soft heart, so beefy 💗🥴💗

Words: 3937

Warnings: daddy kink, alcohol, drunk fingering, vaginal fingering 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27172960

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You probably should have known better than to start drinking with them. No, not probably. You definitely should have known better.

Hindsight was always twenty-twenty though, and you could see now just how grievous a mistake it had been to accept Vanessa’s invitation without stopping long enough to consider the consequences but, well ... she was one of the only other women in the squad and she seemed to like you well enough. You wanted her to keep liking you, of course. So you’d foolishly jumped at the chance, far too eager to be included in this decidedly unorthodox team bonding exercise of theirs.

The Black Bulls were, by nature, sufficiently rowdy enough on their own but adding alcohol to the mix only seemed to fan the flames. They were the very definition of unruly. Clothes had been shamelessly discarded, more cigarettes smoked than you would have thought possible, arguments over nothing at all turned heated with alarming frequency only to be immediately forgotten and you, you were stuck in the middle of it. Thoroughly lost in your own world and floating serenely through the hazy bog of consciousness without a second thought to what chaos was going on around you.

It was kind of nice, actually. Liberating.

“Remember, ya’ gotta’ have at least three matching pairs to discard,” Magna reminds the assembled party as he quickly deals out a fresh hand. “Or you can do the same suit if ya’ want, but it has to go in order. No incomplete sets.”

The worse for wear table everyone had initially gathered around started off cramped, a tight fit for so many people and with little elbow room to spare. As the night wore on, however, most of the plucky squadron had gradually called it quits and retired until eventually only four remained. You were proud of yourself for outlasting the others but you also knew just how in over your head you were with this particular group. Yami could likely drink anyone under the table and Magna appeared to keep up with him just fine. While Vanessa didn’t exactly hold her liquor well , she could certainly put it away. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you were on your last leg here even if you were, for all intents and purposes, having a good time.

“Alright, lets see what ya’ got.”

Feeling simultaneously as light as a feather and sluggish under the weight of heavy, invisible chains, you slowly flip your cards over. It was hard to tell which way was up anymore, especially when your inner vertigo was so off kilter. You were warm, too. Almost unbearably so. Clammy in the worst possible way and you teeter forward in your chair, struggling to focus your swimming vision on the cards spread out in front of you.

It was a shit hand.

Grumbling under your breath, you distractedly tug at your clothes. A soft, fitful whine claws its way up your throat when it does absolutely nothing to alleviate just how stiflingly hot you are and, in fact, only seems to make it worse. You were absolutely burning up and this card game was its own special brand of torture, you decide with nothing short of woozy contempt.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Yami asks mildly from his spot beside you.

He was infuriatingly collected despite having consumed even more alcohol than you had, guzzling down mouthful after mouthful while you’d taken your time sipping on the fruity concoctions Vanessa made special just for you. You’d lost track of how many cups he’d emptied quite some time ago but you were still only on your third. It didn’t make sense. How were you so damn tipsy already?

“Hot.” You groan, not bothering to look up from what was possibly the worst hand you could have been dealt. Letting Magna shuffle the deck was, unsurprisingly, yet another mistake to add to the ever growing list.

Turning his head, Yami glances over at you and you catch the movement from your peripheral but still refuse to divert your attention from the cards. Maybe if you just stared at them long enough, hard enough, they’d morph into something you could actually use. You weren’t a magic knight in name only, right? Surely your grimoire was good for something .

“You’re drunk.” He suddenly announces, loud enough to make Vanessa whip her head around.

“M’not.” You grumble.

“Bullshit.”

The inebriated witch inserts herself into the fray before you can respond, wrapping slender arms around your shoulders and pulling you in against her bosom. “Awww, honey! Did’ju really like my drinks that much?” She coos at you sweetly. “I wasn’t tryin’ to get you drunk. Promise.”

“M’not drunk.” You insist, louder this time, much to Vanessa’s giggling amusement.

Heaving a clipped sigh, Yami leans across the table and taps your cards with a thick finger, slowly drawing your attention back to them. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you,” He says around the cigarette in his mouth. “But someone who isn’t piss drunk would probably know better than to lay their hand out on the table like this. Do you even know what game we’re playing right now?”

Mouth tugging into a frown, you wrack your muddled brain for the answer to that question. “Go fish?”

Magna inelegantly snorts at that. You can feel yourself starting to flush in embarrassment as Vanessa begins fussing over you, softly petting your head with murmured, nonsensical endearments. She definitely wasn’t helping matters and you sincerely hoped none of them could see your fluster.

Yami doesn’t seem to miss it though and he purses his lips, pinning you with an unimpressed glower. “That’s what I thought. Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re officially cut off. No more booze tonight, okay?”

Both you and Vanessa groan in unison. Your head immediately starts to spin in earnest now and you slump against the other woman even as she grabs your drink and holds it up to you as if she were bottle feeding a baby. The notion that she might accidentally dump it all over your head when she was just as intoxicated as you doesn’t even cross your mind and you obediently open your mouth to accept her offering.

“Come on, captain! At least let her finish her dr-drink first! I worked really hard to -”

Yami cuts across her babbling with a huff, standing and grabbing hold of the cup so he can pull it away despite Vanessa’s best attempt to keep it in her fumbling grasp. You watch it go, feeling an odd mix of disappointment and relief. The giddy, jovial mood you’d been imbued with was nice, yes, but realistically your body probably couldn’t handle much more. It was likely for the best.

“Just knock it off.” Pointedly setting the drink down towards the center of the table, Yami turns back with a furrowed brow. “Are you trying to kill her or something? What all did you even put in that?”

Vanessa hums a noncommittal sound of guilt, winding a strand of your hair around her finger.

He scoffs and moves closer with an accompanying shake of his head. Your heart gives a little jolt when you realize he’s coming towards you, not Vanessa, and you can’t help the anxious tinge that sparks in your chest. He was probably mad at you for getting so drunk. He looked mad. You didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of his lectures though and you lean further into the softly swaying witch next to you in search of protection.

Much to your faltering surprise, however, Yami’s tone sounds closer to exacerbated than angry when he says, “Alright, brat. C’mere. You get to sit with me for the rest of the night so I can keep an eye on you and make sure someone doesn’t try to sneak you anything else.”

You blink, thoroughly confused, and it feels like even something as simple as a muscle twitch takes a small eternity to accomplish. Yami either doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care though.

Shooing Vanessa away, he bends at the waist and curls big hands under your armpits, hauling you straight up out of your seat. You outright squawk, flailing weakly in Yami’s grasp when you suddenly find yourself much further from the ground than you were used to. But your panic lasts only a terrifyingly brief moment and you relax when he draws you close, allowing you to curl your limbs around his thick frame. With a slight jostle, he adjusts his hold and secures you to the front of him. You instinctively nuzzle further into his arms, drunkenly whimpering as you tightly lock your elbows behind his neck.

“You’re no fun …” Vanessa whines on your behalf.

He clicks his tongue. “I’m thinking ahead. You’re not.” He says, those rumbled words reverberating inside your skull and further grounding you by some margin. “But if she gets sick, you’re the one who’s gonna’ clean it up.”

With that admonition, he moves back to his own chair and sits down again. It takes you a moment to get situated on his lap, still unbearably hot and fussy now after forcibly being removed from the fun. The last thing you want is to look like a lightweight in front of your teammates but he finally stills you with a large, mindful hand against your lower back. The silent warning in that innocuous gesture is enough to make you quit while you’re still ahead and, mewling something unintelligible, you press your warm face into his neck so you can settle in to pout.

Magna says something then, successfully distracting Vanessa from the subject, and the game carries on without you. The three of them don’t seem to mind the loss one bit as they seamlessly pick right back up where they’d left off.

It's hard to shake the feeling that your presence at the table was nothing more than an afterthought to them, or maybe a simple nicety, and it stung a little. There was no denying that. But you were much too hazy and disoriented to linger on it for more than a moment, molding yourself to the firm weight against you and going pleasantly slack in Yami’s arms. He was surprisingly comfortable, given his hard physique. A little too warm for your liking when you already felt swelteringly hot, but ultimately comfortable.

The even rise and fall of his broad chest is almost enough to lull you into dozing off right then and there with your head resting on his shoulder. Yami’s rough fingers tracing nonsensical, soothing patterns across your spine is the only thing that keeps you tethered to reality and you sit there, eyes closed, just listening to the slurred conversation going on at your back. It sounded far away now. Muted, as if your ears were stuffed with cotton, but you didn’t mind that too much. Magna was loud enough when sober and even worse when he was drunk.

A long moment later, Yami removes the cigarette from his lips and turns towards you when the other two start bickering about the validity of a certain card sequence. “How you feeling, squirt?” He asks, pressing his mouth against your hair.

“Good.” You murmur dreamily.

He laughs, very quietly, and gives you the briefest squeeze. “Yeah? You’re deadweight, baby girl. Sure you’re not gonna’ pass out on me over there?”

“Mmhmm.”

With a soft click of his tongue, Yami focuses back in on the game. The hand resting on your back slips lower, inconspicuously giving your behind a playful tweak that seems to go unnoticed by the table's other occupants given that they keep talking without pause. Magna would more than likely look away, politely pretending he hadn’t seen it, but Vanessa … if she’d caught so much as a glimpse, you’d be hearing about it right now. That was at least one reason (of which there was many) why what you had with Yami, whatever it was, still remained a secret to the rest of the squad even though it was probably a miracle they hadn’t caught on already, especially when he was so damn handsy with you.

Normally you’d err on the side of caution for that reason alone but you felt just daring enough to give him little push back. Emboldened by the liquid courage sitting hot and heavy in your stomach, confident that he wouldn’t have initiated this had it not been safe to do so, you discreetly roll your hips into him. The drag of your pussy across the front of his pants makes your breath hitch and he stiffens underneath you. That’s all the reaction you get for your trouble though, prompting you to lift your head from his shoulder and lean close to Yami’s ear.

“ Daddy …”

It’s nothing more than a tiny, breathless sigh but the effect it has on him is instantly noticeable. Steel chorded arm tightening around you, he breathes out a terse exhale and pulls you more firmly against his chest until you can scarcely breathe. A wavering puff of air slips from you as your thighs flex around his waist, silently trying to urge him on. It doesn’t work though and a shudder works its way down the length of your spine when he turns towards you again, growling right against the outer shell of your ear.

“Watch it.”

You whine, bucking against him more insistently. “ Nooooo .”

Yami snorts and swivels his attention back around to the cards clasped in his other hand. Pressing your face into the crook of his neck, you take a deep breath until the naturally heady scent of him swarms your senses like a fragrant, masculine cocktail. You can taste him in the back of your throat and it just makes you want him all the more.

Another wiggle of your hips is all the incentive he needs, calloused fingers slipping further down to grab a pinching handful of your ass. Roughly nudging you to sit a bit higher up on his thighs, he reaches lower and snakes his hand under your skirt. You squirm at the first touch against your panties, whimpering softly into his skin. Yami merely tightens his arm around you as he ever so carefully pulls the thin layer of cotton aside just enough to slide those sinfully long digits past the flimsy barrier.

“Spoiled brat,” He murmurs fondly, just loud enough for you to hear. “Already so damp and needy for me.”

You bite down on your tongue to keep yourself quiet, shuddering when he casually traces the length of your slit with abrasive fingertips.

Magna abruptly cackles about something and the sudden noise makes you jolt. Yami, to his credit, remains perfectly still though and merely waits a torturously long beat before continuing in rumbling hushed tones. “How long were you sitting over there in your own mess, hmm?”

“I - it’s not a mess.” You warble into his shoulder, your cheeks flushing hot.

“Oh? This certainly feels like a mess to me …” Pausing, Yami dips a finger into the meat of your labia and the slick quality of your pussy suddenly makes itself known. You hadn’t noticed until now, either because you were too caught up in your inebriated stupor or simply too focused on pouting to pay it any mind, but you were absolutely soaked. It wasn’t exactly surprising. Your body always responded eagerly to being manhandled by the captain but even this seemed a bit excessive.

Whining low in your throat, you decide you don’t want to play this game after all and try to angle your defenseless little cunt away from his searching hand. But Yami puts a stop to that quickly enough and shifts his legs further apart, forcibly spreading your thighs until you can’t find the leverage needed to wriggle out of his hold. You lip quivers when he takes advantage of this vulnerable position to worm a finger into the tight, squeezing heat of your body, gummy walls contracting around the intrusion with a pleasant flutter. It takes everything you have not to throw your head back and unabashedly moan up at the ceiling.

“Can’t you feel that, baby? You’re so wet I didn’t even have to work you open.”

Hiccuping, you shove your face against Yami’s neck again. “Dah - daddy … please .”

“Shh.” He warns even as he starts up a slow pace, sedately pumping into you. “Keep quiet or I’ll have to stop.”

As if on cue, Vanessa says something to him then and Yami effortlessly diverts his attention to the slurring witch as if nothing about the situation were out of place. You dig your nails into the broad expanse of his shoulder blades and bite back a groan, suddenly feeling ten times hotter than before. Even with all your concentration focused on keeping as still and quiet as possible, you find yourself imperceptibly arching to give him better access to your sticky cunt. It was certainly a blessing in disguise that she was just as drunk as you were, otherwise she might have given the whole thing a second thought. The way you were sitting on his lap. The smallest twitch of your hips to accompany the shallow quality of your breathing. It was so obvious what you two were doing. How had they not noticed already?

The table.

Neither Magna or Vanessa could see over it unless they came around and stood right next to the chair. You were essentially safe from the waist down and a fresh spark of confidence alights throughout your whole system with this realization, doubling and then tripling your arousal. It was still risky doing something so brazen right in front of them but you were just drunk enough not to care.

Loins twisting and curling, you carefully rear back to meet his shallow thrusts. You’d never felt more uninhibited in your whole life. “Oooh, daddy,” You whisper, choking on it. “Right there.”

Yami doesn’t miss a beat, easily keeping up with the conversation as he allows a second digit to slide in with the first. You feel the stretch in your bones and you quietly seeth, lashes fanning against the apples of your cheeks when it pushes you to just this side of discomfort. Even being as wet as you are, his fingers were just too thick for your eagerly clenching passage to accommodate them without some resistance and you hedonistically bask in the searing burn. It felt good. Almost good enough for you to lose yourself to the pleasure but, somehow, you manage to keep your wits about you instead of shamelessly writhing in his lap.

You may as well have thrown caution to the wind though. Discretion hardly mattered anymore. You already felt like a blatant little slut and the shock of how much that turns you on has your pussy drooling obscenely all over Yami’s hand.

“Hah - harder, daddy … nnghh, harder, please.”

Rather than obliging, he actually pauses his ministrations and you quietly mewl at the loss of friction. You squirm on top of his muscular thighs and desperately try to fuck down on his digits, panting like a bitch in heat against the captains neck. He shifts underneath you, says something to Vanessa that makes her direct a chiding tone at Magna. Their bickering starts up again and with the rise in volume, Yami gives his wrist a good twist that shoves his fingertips into your upper wall. Static electricity shoots through your system at the sudden pressure on that pulsing sweet spot and the tension in your gut immediately starts to toe the line of unbearable.

Your mouth drops open in shellshocked ecstasy but nothing comes out. It’s hard just to draw breath when the dizzyingly sharp jolt of arousal has your toes flexing uselessly in the air and you tremble, quaking in his arms. Unperturbed by the effect this is having on you, Yami takes his time caressing the velvety soft lining of your insides with sedately smooth motions. Those worn fingertips gradually curl up in the general direction of your belly button and press in deeper, harder, making your cunt absolutely gush around him. You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate.

“Oooh god !” You gasp, clutching him in a death grip.

Turning your head, you press your cheek against Yami’s shoulder and fix your gaze to a random spot on the far wall. The room looked like it was tilted on its axis - - spinning, spinning, spinning - - and all you can do is whine and shake when he scissors his fingers, making more room for himself within you.

You weren’t just overheated anymore. It was as if you’d caught flame, burning from the inside out, and it only gets worse when he flexes his hand, jabbing at the spongy soft spot again and again.

A choked off squeal rises in your throat, just barely held back by tightly clenched teeth. You’re almost positive you can hear the greedy, slopping clicks of your pussy sucking him in deeper just below the surface of the enthusiastic argument going on behind you but they don’t seem to notice. They just keep shouting back and forth at each other, oblivious to what was going on at the other end of the table. You have no idea how you’re getting away with this - aren’t even really sure if you will get away with this when all is said and done - but that’s the very last thing on your mind anymore as you haltingly roll your hips into the blinding pressure.

“Ah - ahh - d - dah - ahh - ddyyy !”

“Do it.” Yami murmurs, his mouth pressed tight to your ear. “Come now , baby. Do it while you have the chance. Come on.”

Your eyes roll back in your head and you give your pelvis one good little twist. The drag of your throbbing clit across the front of his rough pants is the last push you need, the resulting friction searing your veins. It sends you spiraling right over the edge into doped out bliss and you squeak, jerking against him when full bodied tremors grip you in earnest and make you shake.

Riding out the cresting waves as discreetly as you can, you blink back an onslaught of reflexive tears. Your pussy squeezes tight, milking your orgasm on his fingers, even though the effort of forcing yourself to remain quiet nearly breaks your resolve. But you manage, somehow, to breathe through it even as your hips weakly buck in unmitigated pleasure, subduedly twisting in his arms. It felt like you were drowning in it, choking on immense, all encompassing relief.

But Yami doesn’t immediately let up on his concerted attack, continuing to work you over until the spasms start to subside and you whine in frazzled distress. Digits finally stilling inside you, he offers a brief kiss to your hair and it makes you breathe out a tired sigh. You immediately slump, going boneless on top of him, now even clammier than when you’d started. The sweat clinging to your skin has you feeling worryingly damp but you were also satiated and comfortable. It was an acceptable tradeoff, as far as you were concerned.

“Such a good girl. You even managed to stay quiet for me. I’m proud of you.”

Smiling at the hushed approval in his tone, you snuggle further into Yami’s musclebound frame. You were floating on cloud nine, no longer concerned about being removed from the card game; not when the pleasant afterglow and the reassuring presence of your captain - your daddy - had you feeling so at peace. There would always be a next time.

#Black Clover #yami sukehiro #yami x reader #self insert bullshit #My writing

[flamediel]

Ok, so thanks for dragging me (and refusing to let me leave) to the Boxer!Zabdiel rabbit hole. I hate it (not really) . Like I cannot cope with the unholy thoughts you've put in my head. Gurl, I haven't had the motivation to work out in weeks and yesterday I had such a "no thoughts, head empty" moment I actually ended up doing my full work out routine. Like that's how much power your headcannon are.

I mean I absolutely love the little bit of fluff of just being between his legs and wrapping his hands for him before a fight. Honestly its something very cute and intimate. And gosh everything else 🥵 especially that part about the losing a fight cause it just makes my head run wild mixing headcannon with personal experiences 👀

Like I can just picture it you know? The quiet ride home, with him radiating tension. You get home and he just forcefully tosses the gym bag to the couch and you just stare at him deciding if its the right time to bitch about his attitude or if maybe you can just try to cheer him up. And he cuts your line of thought with a soft "Bebé, I need you right now. I really need a win" and honestly you just melt. Its his soft voice sounding raspy but also so full of frustration that you know what is comming: its gonna be rough sex and he isn't stopping until he knocks you out since he couldn't KO his opponent. You ain't mad at it though, you love it when your usually laid back go with the flow guy takes charge and fucks you just right.

The way he fucks you and pins you down, the way went he fucks you like this dirty talk isn't as much as a thing as it is on your usual sex routine. Nope, that boy is trying to ware you both down, and the room echos his grunts, your moans, his check ins of "still good", and his warnings of shhh's or saying nena in an authoritative tone...ugh. I'm not okay and its your fic and that pic's fault 😩

That Zabdiel headcanon post was absolute filt and I loved every second of it. Sending on anon cause I refuse to attach my main account with the rambling mess this ask is lol

OK FIRST OF ALL THIS IS SO CUTE AND MADE MY DAY THANK YOU

But I TOTALLY GET YOU bc this man hasn’t left my mind in days. RE the workout thing I’m so fucking proud of you because Ik firsthand how hard it is to do it after a while so like the fact you did and I helped w that? I’m honored. Thirst as a motivation for workout is so fucking valid. Once I saw the pic I NEEDED to be moving because I knew staring at it would be too much. Also I was just standing in my gym watching everyone work out for inspo oop. Fun fact, that whole oral fixation segment only exists bc I saw a guy doing a neck workout and remembered that was a thing. Pray I never have to look him in the eyes again.

I’m so glad you love the fluffy segment!! It’s so freaking TENDER when people do that for you it makes me so soft!! There was originally gonna be wayyyy more fluff but I felt like the pacing was super off so I had to cut it, but I couldn’t get rid of that little moment.

That third paragraph made me PAUSE THO. That was so hot and yes!! All of that!!! Ik a lot of people will tell you zab is a sub, and I def see what they mean, but to me he’s a soft dom. He likes to be in control in life, like he lets things happen so long as he has a reasonable expectation for the way everything is gonna play out. Personally I think that’s why he cried so much on la Banda (the stress of the uncertainty) but that’s for a different post. He’s super chill, and he lets things fall where they may, but idt he can fully give up control in the bedroom. He’s a guiding presence, he’ll let you take the lead within reason and might be willing to let you dom sometimes, but he’s usually the one running the show in his own quiet way. When he’s upset though, that subtlety goes out the WINDOW. He’s fucking you like his life depends on it, and he’s pushing all his emotions straight out into you. It’s fucking hot 🥵 and he doesn’t care to draw it out. Hes just grunting and checking in on you and going back to using your body however you want as you lay there and let him, because of course you do.

I don’t think I’m ever getting over this man I have too too much to say about this. I’m so glad you’re here thirsting with me lajdksjd because if he drops a video I will NOT be able to handle it alone (also I really wanna know who this is now but I love you regardless)

#cnco #zabdiel de jesus #boxer zab #asks #mutuals #probably i don’t actually know lol

[hotsummersimping]

checkmate • spencer reid (one shot)

an: please excuse anything that chess related and it's not correct i have literally no idea how to play chess i had to google everything

summary: you and reid play chess on jet back home from case

warnings: none

word count: 1315

*gif not mine - credit to owner *

ever since gideon, spencer loves to play chess. after gideon left and you joined the team he's trying to get you to play with him. for months you've been saying no, finding excuses why you're not gonna play with him. it wasn't because you were afraid you're gonna lose and he'll have to see the angry, loser side of you but you were afraid you're gonna break his heart when he's gonna lose against you. you've played chess ever since you were a kid and on every possible ocassion you and your grandfather had a little chess tournament. he thaught you many tricks, how to tell when you're gonna win or lose and most definitely how to not lose. so after months he broke you and you finally agreed on little game of chess.

well it wasn't such a little game. you sat in the back of a jet, face to face, chess board between you. whole team went to sleep except you two. it was a long way home from california so you had all the time in the world to play. the game itself took you 2 hours before you won. when the words checkmate left your mouth, spencer smile disappeared. he then stood up, made his way to other side of the plane and just sat down and looked out of the window. he seemed really offended. turns out you were the only one who beat him in a while. you wore that proud smile for the whole upcoming week and sometimes you felt like that evil smirk made spencer cry at night. 

after he got over you winning he challenged you into more and more games. seemed like he wanted to know all your secrets and you could see he was literally studying your moves. at first he invited you to his favorite park where he played and later on he eve started inviting you over to his apartment, where you'd have a weekend tournaments. if you wanted to hide from the world and just relax this was the perfect spot. you spent hours sometimes even days in spencer's apartment just playing chess. eventually morgan started making fun of you, but every time you or reid invited him to play he started making jokes. it was the signature for you two and people started actually buying you chess related gifts for birthdays or christmas. 

another case was over and you were getting on jet back to dc. you put down your bag and looked around the jet for a place where you could stretch and sleep for a bit. but then you noticed spencer in the back of the jet with chess board in front of him. you knew what was about to go down so you just smiled and went to pour yourself and spencer a cup of coffee. you placed the cup on the table and sat down. 

"i thought we could play, we haven't played all week" it was true, you haven't played ever since the case started.

"do you think you can use it in your advance and win over me?" your laugh was followed by spencer's giggle.

"hopefully" he whispered and he rubbed his hands together as he looked at the board and started figuring out his first move.

you cracked your fingers and looked at spencer. with help of your eyebrows you asked who's gonna be the one who's gonna draw the first move.

"ladies first" he smirked and leaned back to the chair.

you tried to look flattered even though he does it every single time. you looked over every single piece on board and chose the first pawn you slowly dragged from one square to another. it was spencer's move and you could see that he was already doing the math in his brain. you were not as smart as spencer, of course not who could top iq of 187, but you could simply win over his little brain algebra.  it was time for your next move and you knew that every single move you're about to make is gonna define whether you win or lose. you dragged the figure carefully, your eyes pinned both on board and spencer. each of you drawed another moves and the board started looking more messy. there was silence between the two of you. you could hear rossi's breathing and music in morgan's headphones. you were moving your foot to the rhythm of the music. spencer was thinking, his fingers touching his lips, eyebrows furrowed. 

"do you two ever talk?" both of you jumped to the sound of morgan's voice next to you

"chess is not about talking, it's about concentration. that's why you find it boring, you don't have that level of concentration, morgan" spencer teased him.

"yeah sure, pretty boy. let me play with you and we'll see" derek crossed his arms on his chest.

"i could beat you in few moves, it wouldn't be fun" chess apparently brings out some sort of sass in reid. 

"i couldn't win over him. seems like y/n is the only one who can defend genius here" emily joined from afar. 

"hey hotch, can i take few days off so i can train chess and beat pretty boy here?" all morgan received from hotch was not so amused look. 

"it took me years of training morgan. so i don't think you could even bring yourself to checkmate with few hours of training" you smiled at morgan and he pretended to be offended. 

"let's leave the kids play, looks like they have jokes while playing" derek pushed emily out of the way and went back to his seat.

neither of you liked to be disturbed while playing. you liked your quiet and peace. and the tension of course. the tension could be literally cut between the two of you. you felt the end close so it was getting even more and more intense. 

"i.... see checkmate in 13" reid looked up the board up and down, and he did the same with you.

you knew this was the time he starts to read every single one of your draws and that he's starting to study your body language to the detail. it was also time for your poker face, you learned that reid can literally read anything off of you so you also learned how to not allow him that,

"i'm gonna tell you how far i am from checkmate, but it's pretty soon, don't worry" you teased him and leaned foward to the desk.

spencer followed your move and did the same. you felt like that ultimate stare off was on brink and that the end was really really close. you didn't take of your eyes from each other even when you dragged the pieces across board. you loved this part. it decided who's gonna win and how they're gonna win. 

you took your knight between your fingers and placed him right behind his king. there was no way he could escape now. you captured spencer's king and finished the game.

"checkmate!" you yelled, shoot up your arms into the air and woke up the whole jet. 

spencer, defeated, leaned back into his chair and looked outside the window as he does whenever he wins. you smiled at him, seeing he was smiling as well, you went back to your place and got a few uniterupted hours of sleep. that post win sleep is always different. 

after you landed, you went back to spencer and helped him clean up the board back to the box spencer always carried on him. you grabbed your bag and before you and reid could leave he stopped you.

"you're very worhty opponent. i gotta figure out how you do it" he smiled at you and shook your hand

"always a pleasure playing with you, spencer" you winked at him and shook his hand. 

#dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler

[mellorad]

My “workplace” for the next couple of days. :> My final illustration project is going pretty well!!

#mello talks #first time pinning development stuff to a wall actually.... i think it looks pretty cool!! #it's really helpful to just glance up and look at the thumbnails + concept as I'm finishing up the illustrations #instead of having the table all cluttered... a lot more practical!! #hehehe those are my illustrations for my 'hotel of heart' concept!! #the one I posted about a few weeks ago #the full text is on the left wall hehe... the rest is all the progress sketches and thumbnails for the final drawings in A3 #and trying out my calligraphy for the text i'll write undearneath each illustration #and heheh yes that's a finished one on the right wall!! :> they'll be colored digitally tho #i'm quite happy with the results so far!!! it's turning out really good and i'm cri #this is it tho!! gosh once I finish these!! holy heck!! #after I hand out my portefolio and pick it up a few weeks later #i'll finally open up my professional illustration blog!! #aaaa this set will kick off my career!! showcasing the kind of work I can do!! #aaaa and I'll finally use my artistic name!! hdfhhfj as a 'trademark'!!! i'm so excited!! #and i finally have projects that I'm proud of enough to feel comfortable posting online... and assuming them seriously!! hsjjhfshj #cAN'T WAIT #but yes this wall is getting me major pumped up #it's 2 am and i'm gonna work for another hour today... i'm feeling productive and!! motivated!! #no stoppin meee this week #my wips #my illustration wips