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m4g3114n1c · 3 months

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Desperate Measures

hi michael afton x reader fem! smut idk bro

i wrote this in my notes so i didnt read it over LMAO crossposted on ao3 im m11kyw4y!!

tags (ripped straight out of ao3): Shameless Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, just a little bit, Creampie, Begging, Submissive Michael Afton, Backshots, Hand Jobs, Switch Reader, Switch Michael Afton, Vaginal Fingering, Closet Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Co-workers, Semi-Public Sex, lol i want him so bad, Mutual Pining, poc friendly, no blue eyes white paper skin shit here yall idgaf, POV Second Person, No Y/N mentioned

word count: 3 339 !!

"my dad passed away 14 yrs ago...this her day🙏🙏" "WHO WANT BACKSH💔TS????" #michaelcore somebody get the reference pls

Sometimes desperation is a positive thing. Going to desperate measures for pleasure is a positive thing. Getting fired would be the exact opposite of said desperate measure. Michael couldn’t help himself, and when you found him like that, you couldn’t help yourself.

Michael ducked his head down slightly at the doorframe, leading you. His much more taller frame had completely enveloped you and the cramped space of the closet. The once warm closet had become unbearably hot and damp.

Every step, every hitch of breath and every shuffle of clothes against another was heard within the four walls of it. His head lowered to be the same level as you was all he needed, the moment that door shut was when he couldn’t get his mind off you, or his hands either.

His hand was cupped on your cheek, the other wrapped around the nape of your neck to be able to tug you in closer into the kiss. His somewhat chapped lips melded against your soft ones just at the right angle was just what he and you needed at work today.

His tongue had already begun exploring since near the beginning of the kiss. The taste of the tart bubblegum he had once chewed dissipated along with the chill of your gum when your mouths met.

You tugged on the collar of his already crinkled purple button up, the feeling of his muffled groan reverberating throughout your body. Michael pulled away with a soft smack, his hand never leaving your cheek. He breathed deeply, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume you had sprayed all over.

Michael was enamoured with the way your button up had been buttoned down enough by him to reveal your collarbones. His hooded irises of sapphire flitted nervously all over your face, taking in how beautiful you looked under the dim light of a weak bulb.

You had leaned in only a couple of inches to be met with his neck. Pressing a light kiss onto his Adam’s apple, you had began to pepper kisses onto his neck, then up his jawline. Michael repressed a soft whine, which in turn had caused him to sigh instead.

The whine he had tried his best to hide still came through with his sigh; it still sounded as desperate. Michael knew you were enjoying having this much control over him but you also knew he was impatient as hell when it came to a quickie. But then, being at work meant a whole other thing of quickies; being careful.

Michael’s eyes squeezed shut tightly at the feeling of you already pressing hard against him with your hand. His jaw tightened at the sudden intrusion of pleasure. You palmed at his growing erection through the pain and pleasure of the friction of his jeans.

It felt completely different having himself do this than you doing it. He pushed his hips against your hand, wanting any kind of movement right now. With that knowledge, you pushed on, pressing your lips to his already kiss bruised lips once again to distract him from how sloppy you were unbuckling his belt.

It wasn’t enough to distract him, because once he noticed, his large hands had nudged yours away, quickly unbuckling his own belt but still keeping it looped through his jeans with the desperation of wanting this to go faster.

He kept his lips tightly pressed onto yours, now unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them fully. The anticipation was killing him, he had to do this quickly. As fast as he undo his pants, you were as quick when your hand snaked its way down below into his boxers.

Michael let out a quiet moan at the immediate contact with your warm hand. You fisted him out of the confines of his boxers, just to remind him how slutty he looked right now. The tip shone wetly, pre cum already collecting.

He was more long than he was girthy, although it seemed perfect enough for you think about how much he’s going to be able to reach when he’s deep in you. Your eyes couldn’t help but keep at his cock, it being so close to you, it was quite impossible to.

You subtly licked your lips at the sight, but even that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

Quickly, you smeared it on your palm to lubricate it, then had started from the base of his cock to his tip. Your actions repeated, much antagonizingly slow than he would’ve liked. Michael’s arm came over his mouth to try and mute the absolute filthy sounds that was coming out of his mouth.

Every now and then you’d graze the sensitive head with your thumb to collect the pre-cum continuing to leak out. He was so turned on right now; it was embarrassing in a way. It didn’t help how loud the slick noises were coming from your hand and his cock.

With how good it felt for him, the buildup was only beginning slow as the familiar dim feeling in his abdomen. It was perfectly timed with the way you finally began to speed up your hand, he removed his arm, a strangled moan ripping its way out of his throat to present to you what he wanted.

“Faster,” He sighed, his eyelashes fluttering when he had closed his eyes for a quick second. His voice sounded completely different from what you heard on a daily basis at work, this wasn’t the same chill and professional person you were working with. His voice had sounded so whiny, you swore it sounded pornographic.

The look he had given you after almost made you want to ride him right away, no hesitation; you decided to fight away the voices in your head telling you to. “Please,” He whispered for good measure and with the way he was looking at you, he meant it.

“Okay,” You said drily, even though you had held back the urge to fuck him. Michael’s breaths grew shorter, feeling your strokes pace quicken almost aggressively. Leaning in more, your lips grazed against the shell of his ear.

“Is this okay?” You whispered, voice sensual enough for Michael’s mouth to begin rambling. And by rambling, it was horny rambling. “Yes, please, god, I need it, fuck—it feels so good,” He gasped out.

His abdomen twitched and you swore if he was about to cum right now, he was goddamn crazy. So you pulled your hand off him. “No, fuck, please don’t—“ His chest heaved, a plethora of curses leaving his mouth after he just let out another pornographic whine.

“Please don’t do that,”

Michael’s cold hand grabbed your wrist that had pulled off him, with a grip tighter than a vise he had tugged you closer, so close you could feel his warm breath fan out your face. You were so close you could see his damp eyelashes and the tears brimming his waterline. “I’m—please. I need it.” He said, emphasizing his please. You smiled at how needy he was.

“I’m sorry Michael,” You lean in to quickly peck him on the lips.

As you began again, his hips experimentally pushed up into your fist while you moved. He saw that you didn’t seem to mind so he did again. Then again. He continued to buck up into your own hand, head tossed back while he breathed out repeatedly what seemed to be your name and something else that was incomprehensible but sounded needy enough. His brain felt fogged with pleasure that it felt wrong to think of anything else. He couldn’t think of anything else anyway.

“You look like a loser, wow.” You mumbled, feeling his cock twitch in your hand at how rude you sounded. He swallowed, hesitant at first. “You wont be saying when I have you against the wall,” He managed to say. It sounded like a challenge that you’ve been waiting for.

The thoughts in your head were screaming now, with the added ache in your core that could only be sated by one person. Michael was crazily good at being both a whiny bitch and a freak.

“Do it then,”

And like that, the tables were turned with you completely having him wrapped around your finger as he took this as permission to do whatever he wanted. You let go off his cock, feeling his hand sliding up your inner thigh.

He kept his eyes on you to make sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He kept his face as expressionless, all while immediately going to press his thumb onto your clothed clit to make you squirm.

It had your desperate hole squeezing around nothing as you waited for him to actually begin. With how long you two were taking, it surprised you with how nobody was noticing you two were gone. Although being on break, this was taking longer than you expected.

Michael couldn’t wait either. He needed it, just as much as you needed him.

He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had wanted this ever since you stepped into his life as his co-worker. You thought the same.

Unexpectedly, he brought his two fingers up to your mouth, eyes glaring. “Open,” He commanded firmly to which you listened to, opening your mouth wide enough for him to slip his fingers in.

You closed your lips on him, sucking and evenly coating his fingers with just the right amount of saliva. Humming, your eyes glanced up at Michael who felt himself grow even more turned on before if that was even possible. He withdrew his fingers with a pop, watching the trail of saliva that sloppily ran down your chin, your throat then into the crevice in between your breasts.

Michael’s eyes were devastating, they never failed to hungrily take you in, break you down to your very fiber. It was addicting to be so dependant on how he looked at you.

His hand again lowered down to your soaked underwear, pushing aside the lacy fabric to reveal your fluttering core. With how Michael stared ahead into your eyes, he knew just how wet you were already.

Slowly, he slipped the first finger in with ease even though he could’ve just began with two. His hands were big, but his lengthy fingers were huge. Although it was something, it wasn’t enough to please you immediately. With your cunt dampening his palm, he scoffed under his breath. “You’re just asking me for it without even talking,” His eyes wildly scanned your face, expression now amused as the second finger entered you. With how huge his fingers were, two fingers were enough. He idly pumped his fingers in slowly, enjoying listening to the noises of your cunt squelching and squeezing desperately around his fingers as if asking for more. He knew you were.

“Shit,” You choked a moan out, his fingers curling to press his fingertips against your g-spot.

Michael then pulled his fingers back out, quickly cleaning them off, tasting you. “Respond when I talk to you,” He firmly said before attaching his lips to yours again. You reciprocated the kiss, moaning when you had tried to part to breathe only for Michael to pull you back into it immediately again. There was nothing else coming in between just how Michael’s kisses were fervent; your mind clouding with lust and only pleasure.

He finally pulled away, leading you to the far end of the small closet where it wasn’t near the door. The next words that came out of his mouth were what set the dim flame inside you ablaze. It was as if his words were gasoline. Michael’s voice had a low rasp in them that you’d only heard once in your life before when he was impatient.

“Turn around,”

Playing with your bottom lip, this was what you were finally asking for. What you needed.

With no hesitation, you were turned around to face the wall, feeling his hand on your hip; the warmth of his hand seeped through the fabric of your skirt onto your bare skin.

“Hands on the wall,”

The cold air nipped at your bare thighs as you bent over, feeling Michael’s eyes already on them. He hooked his fingers on both sides of your panties, pulling them down and you helped get them fully off. He pocketed them for now.

Anticipation grew when he had scrunched up your skirt, displaying your bare cunt to him.

He stepped an inch closer, levelling himself to be at a perfect height with you. As he swayed a bit, the tip of his cock grazed your entrance, a gasp emitted out of you.

“Condom?” He nervously asked, as he doesn’t really keep some on him while at work. It’d be a disaster and also embarrassing if he dropped it or something. Although for you, you had come always prepared just in case but not in condoms.

“On the pill, it’s fine,” You breathed out, glad you were because you would be able to feel him raw inside you. Unanimous moans and whines escaped both of you when Michael finally decided to ease his way in, although he didn’t need to with his wet you were already. It felt so much more better feeling your plush walls hugging around him. And with this, you swore you could feel every single vein he had and how he twitched.

He cursed under his breath, inching his way more in to finally bottom out inside you. He deliciously stretched you out just perfectly, but he had waited a few seconds just in case you still needed to adjust. Your breaths filed the entire room. “You okay?” He asked, voice soft.

“Yeah, you can move,” You reassured. Michael pulled out fully, before plunging himself into you. A curse was drawn out of you, clinging to the wall for any sense of sanity for what you were currently doing. At work.

You seemed to keep forgetting that.

His tip just kissed your cervix every single time he moved. His quick strokes were enough to leave you winded. He had then created his own pace, which was absolutely ruthless.

The rhythmic sound of skin against skin filled the broom closet, and his belt buckle clinking. The smell of sex had also began to quickly make you lost in your cloud of a proper mindset. There was nothing else you could possibly think about but him.

The way his cock was curved just the right way made it for him to slam himself into your g-spot as he wanted. Tears dampened your mascara covered lashes, messing up your makeup real bad.

You tried your best to not drool with how much you were making noises. Even Michael seemed to be lost in this, his eyes unfocused as his body spoke for himself.

“Fuck, yes,” He mumbled, swallowing. “God, you have no idea what you fucking do to me,” He leaned in close to your ear, feeling how hard you were clenching around him. But that only made him quicken his pace. Michael spoke like his life depended on it, and you loved how talkative he was.

The familiar buildup you knew began, the string slowly becoming taut in your stomach. Michael’s hand sneaked around to massage circles into your sensitive nub which sped up the process. His other hand stayed on your hip, pushing you more against the wall. “Michael, yes,” You gasped out. “Please—fuck, deeper,”

Your legs were ready to collapse with how hard he was going. The tip of his cock grinded deeply into your g-spot, whilst rubbing his thumb against your engorged clit. The string wound itself tighter, the feeling of release finally just at your fingertips. “Michael, I’m going to cum—yes,” You groaned under your breath, feeling him move much more faster than last time in your favour.

“Shit—you’re tight,” He gripped your hip with his free hand. It felt like he was going to bruise them with how hard he was depending on them.

“I’m not going to last, please,” He swallowed hard, breaths short as he stared at the ceiling for a second.

There he went again. It felt like he was blurring the lines in between himself being the one in control and you being in control. “Please make me cum, please,“ His speed gradually increased, losing control of his own body due to the desire to release all of his pent up sexual frustration onto you. His begging only made you grow closer to cumming.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” You rambled, up until you felt the band pulled taut enough to break. The quick flash of pleasure and the release washed over you. A moan was ripped out your throat, ricocheting off the wall in front of you back to Michael.

Michael knew you had already cum with how much your cunt had unevenly fluttered around his still hard cock. Overstimulated, was what you felt when he had continued. But you knew he wasn’t going to last longer with how much his hips stuttered against you.

He rasped your name out, throat raw from making so much noise. You swore both of you didn’t even care about other people hearing you at this point.

“After this, you’re mine, right?” His mind managed to coherently say. He had to know if this was going to be more than just a mistake between two colleagues.

He liked you. A lot. Probably a lot more than you thought, but he did. He wanted to be more than just your co-worker friend.

“Please,”

“Yes,”

This wasn’t the lust talking, this was you. The colleague he works with. And the person who has a crush on him. You were the person whose heart stopped every single time he interacted or even looked in your direction.

“Yes, I’m yours,”

I’m yours.

His.

You were his. That was what was running, echoing, throughout his mind. He was relieved with that answer.

God, he was obsessed with you.

And you didn’t even know it. You thought it was one sided, until now.

“Fuck, yeah?”

With one last thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could into you, ribbons of hot cum spilling inside you. As fast as he came, he didn’t want to make it uncomfortable by staying like this so he pulled out. His eyes couldn’t leave the way your cunt had begin to ooze out his cum.

And then he realized that was going to make a mess, so he looked around in the closet, finding a tissue box. He began to clean up both of your mess, to which you gladly appreciated. Michael’s hands decided to let go of your hips, and you almost stumbled straight to the ground. He quickly caught you though, with a laugh. His usual awkward laugh that you associated with Michael.

“Shit, sorry,” He mumbled, quickly becoming sheepish once again. “Nah, it’s okay,” You held onto his shoulder, watching how flushed his freckled face was still. He flashed a smile, helping you up properly before realizing that you possibly couldn’t go anywhere without something underneath your skirt. He fished your underwear out of his pocket, giving it to you.

You laughed shortly before putting it back on again.

This was way too fun that you both immediately came to your senses at how long you’ve been away. People must’ve been wondering.

Michael cracked open the door, looking around to see nobody in this hallway. Thankfully.

You both sighed out of relief that nobody had known what you two were doing. It would be suspicious to get out of the closet at the same time though, so you knew it was time to part. “I’ll see you around, Michael,” You leaned up to kiss him on the lips quickly before sneaking out of the closet.

“Yeah, I’ll see you,” He whispered, seeing as though you were already far enough to not hear him.

“You should be glad I guarded the goddamn closet,” A familiar voice butted into his train of thought.

Jeremy.

“Wait, what?”

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #smut #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you

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moralesmilesanhour · 6 months

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after seeing the Star Wars x atsv drawing I think it would be cool if you wrote miles x reader but Star Wars themed. :) if you can. Maybe they like play fight with lightsabers even though that probs wouldn’t end well

star wars au!miles x reader

A/N: warning. i do not know how sword fights of any kind work...but i don't think the star wars films do either lmao so bare with me please <3 also Miles is a bit more...rambunctious? in this one than I usually write him? so enjoy that maybe

(he may also be a little OP here ngl JUST A LITTLE but I still feel like this is at least somewhat in-character).

semi-inspired by that training scene between anakin and obi-wan!

"I almost had it!"

Miles' voice echoed as he paced around the now-empty training room. You leaned against a wall, watching him with an amused grin. "I swear, bro, Pav tripped me 'cuz he knew I was about to beat him."

"I'm a little more concerned that you let a rookie catch you lackin' like that," you laughed. "He's been here, what, like six months?"

Miles spun around to face you with his arms crossed, though there was no malice in his expression. "And you been here what, three years? But I still whoop yo' ass every time we duel."

You tilted your head. "Is that a challenge, Morales?"

That tell-tale grin spread across his features - the same one that made an appearance whenever he was the only youngling in the classroom with his hand raised.

"I dunno, Y/N. Is it?"

You got off the wall and stepped slowly toward the center of the room.

Unhooking the hilt of your lightsaber from your belt, you replied, "I needed a little dummy practice."

The saber hummed to life as soon as you toggled the switch, its blade glowing a brilliant blue as you began to circle your opponent.

Miles did the same, only he tossed the hilt in his hand like a drumstick first, flipping the switch using the Force instead for added showmanship before getting into position. His blade shone a vital green.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

He lunged into action as soon as the words left his mouth, swinging with gusto. His lightsaber crashed against yours, already having been raised in defense. You pushed him a couple feet away with a grunt.

"Miles, you're too-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Miles began swinging wildly with rapid rotations of his arm, and you were parrying several attacks on either side of you. Just as he was about to deliver a finishing blow, you got down and slid across the smooth floor beneath his arm to create more distance, and leapt to your feet once more.

"You're too aggressive," you said breathlessly as he began to circle you this time. "You're gonna tire yourself out, lose stamina. Lose accuracy, too."

Miles snorted.

"You sure it's me who needs stamina?"

He punctuated the sentence with a quick spin of his blade before attacking again. But this time, you ducked and it sliced empty air.

Once on the ground, you tried shooting out a leg and swinging it, but you were not as quick as Pavitr. Miles hopped over it with ease.

"Worth a shot," you grunted as you got rose up again and parried another attack.

"Oh, you think you funny, now?"

While he was distracted, you stepped forward and swung with all your might, knocking Miles' lightsaber out of his hand and sending it flying to the other side of the room. He promptly lost his balance and fell backward. When he remained there, nearly out of breath, you smiled triumphantly.

"Yup."

The smile soon fell from your face when you realized that Miles did not say 'yield'.

"Well I'm about to be hilarious."

He kicked his leg in a circle just as you had, forcing you to stay on defense and back away. This gave him ample time to get back on his feet.

You raised your arm in an attempt to attack, but Miles grabbed your wrist and stopped it mid-air. Like a ballroom dance, he used it to spin around and elbowed you in the lower back with enough force to shove you, but not enough for it to hurt. Caught by surprise, you couldn't turn to face him in time.

Your lightsaber was ripped out of your hand by the Force. Miles caught it, and suddenly your own blade was at your neck before you could blink.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, Y/N."

His warm breath hit your ear as he spoke. There was a smile in his words, reassuring you that he meant no real harm.

He deactivated the weapon, and pressed the hilt back into your palm. You turned to face him, thoroughly impressed.

"Shit, Morales, why can't you do that in training? They probably would've moved you up a level already!"

No longer in battle mode, Miles sheepishly scratched the nape of his neck. "I dunno, might get into trouble for that one."

"You're still too aggressive, though," you remarked, re-attaching the hilt of your lightsaber to your belt. "No defense whatsoever."

Miles rolled his eyes and started to make his way towards the training room's entrance with you following close behind.

"Yeah, yeah, you're just sayin' that 'cuz you lost!"

"I won until you decided to play dirty! Not very Jedi-like of you, Morales."

"Tell me about what Jedi do and don't do when you can lift a plate off the table."

"...Touche."

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales fic #atsv x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #moralesanhour #requests

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quodekash · 6 months

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FINAL PART OF THE EPISODE, LETS GOOOO

I LOVE HIM 😭

this entire situation is very not good

(I forgot to write down my thoughts lmao)

oh so he's gonna suffocate him? that makes sense actually, I thought he was gonna shoot him

anyway time for the perfectly timed rescue from kangsailom

HELL YEAH SAILOM

BRO JUST PUNCHED A GROWN MAN, IM PROUD OF HIM

no come on man

why

why can't we all just be happy

why the hell did kang throw himself between the gun and the guy

(did you just throw your hand BETWEEN the hammer and the phone?)

oh okay so its just an arm wound

he'll be fine, right?

just a lil graze wound?

also because of the light it looks like theres a guy in the blood lmao

Tony stark-ass man

gUYS

I get that you wanna be all noble and stuff but can we chill a little bit

maybe duck down instead? step to the left? run out the door and grab some authorities so that you're not facing against this deranged guy alone? just some food for thought

YES

HELL YES

oh wait no

oh no now he's gonna go to jail for gun possession

crap

OH WAIT BUT SAIFAH'S ALSO IN JAIL

THEY CAN BE JAIL BOYFRIENDS

we've got bathroom boyfriends (soundwin/guynawa), rooftop boyfriends (patpran and arguably guynawa too), pool boyfriends (tinngun) and now we can have jail boyfriends!

the four elements. bathroom, rooftop, jail, pool.

long ago the four nations lived together in harmony. then, everything changed when the jail nation attacked. only the avatar, master of all four boyfriends, could stop them. but when the world needed him most, he vanished.

a hundred years passed and my brother and I discovered the new avatar, a poolbender named palm. and although his poolbending skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone. but I believe palm can save the world!

(I can't quite remember but I'm pretty sure palmnueng managed all four of those at some point. they definitely got beat up in a bathroom at some point or something like that, there was that pool scene from the very start of the series, they're kind of technically on the run from the police and stuff like the entire time which is close enough to jail, and they end up on the roof of that one building quite a few times. so yeah, I guess palmnueng are the ultimate boyfriends)

OH CRAP THATS RIGHT I WAS WATCHING THE EPISODE

obviously like, empathy, this completely sucks and they're absolutely gonna convict name because it'll be in some record somewhere that he worked for whatshisface, so theyll decide that name was either trying to take down his boss so he could have the power, or that he was still working for his boss but mis-aimed and was actually trying to shoot kang and sailom

but also... jail boyfriends

thats it? that's freaking it?

okay then bro, jeez

that was truly something

OHMYOHMYOHMYOHMYOHMY

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IM NOT BEING DELUSIONAL IT ACTUALLY IS COMING

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND IT'S INITIATED BY GUY????

AAAAA THIS IS AMAZING

I so hope they kiss twice there, that would be awesome, then I could put the patpran rooftop kiss soundtrack behind it like I did with soundwin

GUIERJDKFBGNOVIERLNDGOVJD NEXT WEEK IS THE FINAL EPISODE WHICH WILL BE EMOTIONAL AND ITLL ALSO BE A GRADUATION EPISODE WHICH WILL BE EVEN MORE EMOTIONAL, B U T GUYNAWA ARE FINALLY GONNA KISS SO THE PAIN WILL BE WORTH IT HOLY FRICK

I HAVE TO WAIT A WEEK NOW???? A WHOLE-ASS WEEK???? GEORJDSKGB HOW

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #guynawa #nawaguy #kangsailom #kanghansailom #marcwin #marcpawin #marc pahun #win pawin #pawin kulkaranyawich #perthchimon #chimon wachirawit #perth tanapon #HEEEEEEEELP

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chrollos-crown · 1 year

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Disclaimer: idk a fuckin thing about wrestling but i tried my absolute best bro i swear LMAO so if you're a wrestler and this made you cringe i sincerely apologize. A lot of this info was scrounged off of Google so blame them instead of me hahaa

Warnings: sfw, lil suggestive but nothin crazy or explicit. wrestling?? that includes like headlocks, pressure points, etc. Other than that 2nd hand embarrassment for the reader LMAO, lots of cussing cause i have a potty mouth.

Ghost x gn!reader

"OW!! fucking hell, can you chill the fuck out ghost?!?" you growled as simon holds you firmly in a cradle pin. Your left leg is wrapped in between the crook of his right elbow which locks both your leg and your head into a single loop. You groan, feeling a painful stretch in your leg as it's pushed further towards your head than you ever thought humanly possible. "You know what to do. If you want me to let go, you gotta tap out Bambi" ghost hums, seemingly entertained by this whole débâcle. Although the two of you have been wrestling for about half an hour now he seems no where near as exhausted as you are, mask and all.

You take a deep breath in, eyebrow twitching at the use of the nickname that Soap gave you a few months ago upon joining 141. Training with the boys was no joke, a process that always left your muscles sore and aching as soon as training began. Upon wrestling with Soap one day, he'd noticed how your body lightly shook from the exhaustion that came with trying to put up a winning fight against any of members of the task force. He'd laughed it off, trying not to embarrass you too deeply, but not before comparing you to a scene in the movie Bambi. The baby deer gets a feel for his legs for the very first time, but not without a healthy amount of wobbling, his legs ultimately giving out just like you during your first training session with 141. Since then, the name Bambi had stuck.

"Oh fuck you, I'd rather pass out than tap out," you say wriggling around with little to no avail. You take a moment to steady your breathing as much as possible, giving yourself a second to think. 'Ugh, i need some kind of master plan or i'll be laying here wrapped up like a fuckin pretzel for the rest of forever.' Your mind flickers back to past training sessions, this isn't the first time you've been in a cradle lock and it probably won't be the last. Your remember what Price had told you last the time you and ghost were in this position 'Keep your head up, arch your back, and straighten your legs, Bambi. A straightened, stiff body is more difficult to cradle'

Ghost is a boulder of a man, if it comes down to power you'll never win, so wit it is. Step 1: straighten out. You lock your ankles and use both legs to straighten out as much as you physically can, partially decreasing the intensity of ghost's hold. Perfect. Captain Price's voice echos through your head once more 'A cradle is a restraint that requires the person applying it to tie up both of their hands and arms in order to hold the opponent. The person being held usually has both hands and arms free, use this advantage to attack their pressure points and cause the person to release.' Step 2: Pressure point attack and RUN! Being in a cradle isn't an ideal position for pressure points, many of them being covered by how close your bodies were to one another and ghost's stupid fucking mask. And that's when a light bulb goes off in your head THE MASK!! Although ghosts masks covers a good chunk of his face, the pressure point directly underneath his ear on the side of his jaw was prime pickings. And before you even realize what your body is doing you JAM your pointer and middle fingers into the sensitive area causing the surprised man to loosen his grip enough for your momentary escape.

You place your outside hand against ghost's elbow, and quickly crunch your abs as you duck your head out of his grip, pushing his right arm off of the back of your head. As soon as you're out of his grip you make a run for it, trying to get as far away from ghost as physically possible while still staying within the perimeter of the wrestling mat. You crawl, stumbling as you try to pull yourself up and off of the floor in hopes of even-ing the playing field. Maybe you'd have a better chance of taking him down if you were standing and ghost was still on the ground yeah right, as if. But before you're able to make it on to your feet, you feel a large hand grab your ankle & yanking you back down to the ground. A loud yelp escapes your lips and you're ripped backwards, body once again coming into contact with ghost's.

"NOOOOOO!!!" you dramatically yell out, as if your desperate act would cause simon to take it any easier on you. Within a split second his body is on yours once again, but this time he's sitting on your back causing your stomach to be crushed against the mat from his added weight. The man makes a move to grab your arms, securing them both in his cold, large hands as he pulls them backwards towards his sides. You groan, feeling your arms uncomfortably stretch as your shoulders come up off of the ground. Ghost's body weight shifts slightly, his weight moving into the divot in your lower back. Soon after, a loud CRACK echos throughout the base. You'd been going to the medic for the past few weeks due to lower back issues, probably stemming from all the heavy gear you wear during missions. They suggested going to a chiropractor, but you simply haven't had the time to in between trainings, weapon head counts, more training, etc. The crack shot a wave of relief down the length of your back, the accumulated pressure finally subsiding.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of your vertebrae and before you could think twice about it you let out one of the loudest, most guttural moans that have ever escaped your lungs. "Hhhuuunnggg, fuuuuuuuckkk~" You let out a big sigh of relief before instantly freezing, realization smacking you in the face as you feel ghost's body tense up against yours. Oop— 'Omg no way i just moaned like that in front of him, oh im sick to my fuckin stomach..' like absolutely mortified pA few awkward moments pass before you bust out laughing trying to shake the tension in the room "Oh my god! Holy shit, I feel like I've been rebirthed. Fuckin hell that felt goood" ....Silence.... You feel Ghost's body relax, a set of low vibrations pulsing through your body as the man releases a low chuckle before getting off of you. "The hell is wrong with you Bambi, you should really get your back checked out. That shit's not normal" You hum, relieved that Simon is finally off of you and giving you a chance to breath even if it's comes at the cost of your ego. You roll over onto your back before propping yourself up on your elbows to look at the man. The tension in the room subsides, broken up by the sheer laugh-ability of the situation. You huff, a slight tint of red covering your cheeks as you try to suppress your grin "Shit, I would've never considered going to the fuckin chiro if i knew you could break my back so hard you would fix it! As long as you come by my room and crack my back once a day i'm sure i'll be fine. That shit felt good"

Ghost shakes his head in disbelief, eyes slightly crinkled at the sides, giving you the impression that he just might be sporting a slight smile under his mask. "That's enough for today Bambi, I gotta wash my ears out. Don't think I've ever heard a noise that filthy from something as simple as a back crack." You groan, flopping back down onto the mat before covering your face with both hands, peeking through your fingers to watch ghost leave. 'Fuck, he's never gonna let me live that down'

#ghost #cod x y/n #call of duty #cod #cod ghost #ghost x y/n #call of duty ghost #cod x reader #modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost x reader

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 8 months

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May I ask for headcanons on monkeys? Maybe Sun Wukong ? :3c Yours are so cool and cute

I loved the one when he shapeshifts his height IT'S SO CUTEEE he totally would lmao

I'll leave u one of my favorites here as an offering:

I hc Wukong using A LOT of glamour, even more than Macaque bc of all the punishments he got. Because the implications are so >:3c the scenariossss *evil hehe*

aww, ty (also sorry this took awhile)

& YES, agree so many glamours on that guy

his dog form is called loaf and his cat form is named sun wu-paw

Wukong inhales carbs, this man does not care what the fuck he eats, HE WILL EAT A FUCKING BLENDER IF IT SUITS HIS FANCY

He's a farmer, he's got a little garden and peach orchard on ffm he's boss at taking care of

He's very picky about his music tastes

He pirates a lot online shit

He sleeps in a hammock

He's very very fast especially when he runs on all fours

Despite his monkey instincts he tries he best to act as human as possible bc he wants humans 2 like him

Bc he was alone for a long ass time he got into all kinds of weird shit like mafia, conspiracy theories, marketing, etc.

bc of the trigram furnace messing up his eyes, he learned to rely heavily on his sense of smell and now he can sniff out things better than Macaque, like he can tell the different spices used in meatballs just from smelling them

Bonus Macaque headcanons:

Macaque does not have a sleep scheduled He also can't fucking taste anything bc he was dead He also has everyone's names saved on his phone as the worst possible names ever (ex. Mei = lizard girl) and lastly he is the biggest theater/poetry nerd ever. You ask him to quote Shakespeare/Edger Allen Poe/Oscar Wilde the bro will pull a quote out of his ass every single time.

oh yeah HE HAS A DUCK

Bonus Bonus mk head canons:

he's very into code names and tried to give everyone code names, it has yet to catch on.

Bro skateboards and mk is actually his skater name

#behold #my crack headcanons #i am scraping the bottom of the barrel 4 headcanons now #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk mk #lmk six eared macaque #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk monkey king #lmk headcanons #lmk headcanon

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tired-biscuit · 6 months

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okay but to piggy back off the washing machine thing… kiba would def want to use it to his advantage and try out cheesy porn scenarios with it. not usually super unit role play, but when you’re bent over and ducked inside to see if the problem is internal, he thinks you’ve never looked better. grabbing your hips, grinding his hardening cock against you, “you stuck, sweetheart? don’t worry, your big bro will help you out.”

it’s so cheesy, and if it were anyone else you’d be cringing, but the way his fingers ghost over your heat has you— *gunshots*

YES YES YES, i’ve always thought of kiba as kind of a basic porn watcher; like he enjoys vids with the most absurd and sleazy titles… this made me think so many thoughts, oh god… what have you done?

stuckage with him would be absolutely insane though, even if it’s done just for shits and giggles at first. like he will absolutely demolish you, especially from the back… he needs you so bad that he’s too impatient to even take your panties fully off, so he’s just pushing them to the side before that first glob of saliva lands on your skin and he’s kind of rubbing it in with the help of his fingers and his cock…

i feel like he’d be so giddy to hear you whine “help me stepbro, i’m stuck :(” lmao… it’s so corny but he can’t help but get turned on by it, especially since you’re right there, pussy exposed and getting stretched as he slowly stuffs you full inch by inch.

the whole kneeling part as you try to fit him inside you, hips wiggling, would be so hot to him. maybe he even circles and pushes his thumb into your ass so that he can feel your cunt clench around him even tighter in response as you gasp his name out. especially since you can’t really do anything about it? it’d drive him absolutely insane, imo — the control he’d have over you. he’d cum and it’d outright trickle down your thighs, lol.

#biscuit mail

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slightlyunconventional · 2 months

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To add to the ‘H/awks is a silent stifler until he’s not’ idea, D/abi forcibly ending meeting to get him to JUST SNEEZE NORMAL ALREADY.

YES YES YES HELLO??????? why is everybody here so insanely galaxy brain this is incredible. always a sucker for someone trying to keep quiet in a scenario like that …. especially when they dont even have to !!!

h/awks needing to sneeze in a meeting .. knowing full well if he just let it out it would more than likely be one and done but hes kinda a control freak about it and also doesnt want to draw attention to himself (especially since hes kind of out of place in the league anyway) so he stifles. pros: its completely silent!! and nobody notices!! cons: the irritant cant get out if you dont let it get out.

so hes just sat in this meeting periodically crushing increasingly itchy sneezes into complete oblivion . like Complete. it starts to get uncomfortable at a point but he’d rather that than make a noise. its also just habit by now for him

he probably thinks hes getting away with it since theres no noise too, his lips part with a silent intake of breath and then he ducks forward a fraction with an equally silent pinched-off sneeze. lol no. d/abi was definitely noticing the whole time , like watching h/awks have this endless stifled fit in his peripheral partly wondering what the fuck is wrong with that bird (lovingly . concerned. secretly he cares) and partly being like how the hell is he STILL being silent. that has to HURT

and he watches from the sidelines for a little bit longer and internally is just like 😧😧😧 this man is ABUSING his nose. stifling so tightly to the point where the part he pinched is white for a moment after he lets go and then fades back to an angrily irritated pinkish red. mm

at some point d/abi decides that is definitely Enough. both for his own sanity and also h/awks’ nose . honestly he’d probably just stand up grab hawks by the arm and walk straight out of the room lmao who needs to stay in meetings anyway right. as soon as theyre out the door h/awks’ breaths immediately become actually audible, almost as if his body was waiting for him to stop stifling so he could get some actual relief and the second he got out of that room it took the chance

anyway as h/awks is muffling sneezes into his sleeve (still pretty fucking tightly but at least hes not stifling anymore) d/abi’s basically telling him off for stifling. hes all “you’ll hurt yourself, burst a fucking blood vessel or some shit- if you haven’t already you prick. imagine how fast you’d be done sneezing if you actually did it properly. then i wouldnt have to do this”

and h/awks being like. “well nobody said you had to” and dabi just shrugs and says “anything to get out of those boring ass meetings. plus i’d rather Not watch you sneeze yourself to an aneurysm”

and then they skip happily into the sunset. idk bro that got away from me a bit. anyway yes anon this. ur hc this ask i am ascending i LOVE IT!!! ur mind!!! thank you for enabling me to ramble about it in a post

#loooool yeah #k answers #h/awks #d/abihawks #m/ha #snz

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listen. i love percy jackson. i love the series, i love the characters, i love it. right? but something i would’ve loved to see more of is percy’s fatal flaw.

under the cut bc it’s kinda long. also sorry if this doesn’t make sense or if it’s all over the place. i’ll try to make it make sense lmao.

first off, you can find an example of what i mean/what i’m getting at with the relationship between percy and ares. ares betrayed the gods and wanted to start a war and percy fought him but they still argue, even in son of neptune. percy’s fatal flaw causes him to hold onto this anger and resentment years after the argument/altercation happened. that’s kinda what i want to see with these characters. percy just holding onto this anger and resentment even if they were manipulated (like ares) or had a change of heart.

okay so going in order with charcters from tlt to tlo:

chris rodriguez

it sorta seemed like percy just kinda welcomed him back? idk i feel like, even if he didn’t know him personally, percy would’ve been kinda peeved at the fact that he betrayed camp and joined luke/kronos. i feel like his distrust for chris could’ve caused a rift between him and clarisse, giving them something to butt heads over. he just can’t understand how she welcomes him back and is dating him when he’s a traitor. she is pissed that he can’t understand that chris had a change of heart, that he realized he was on the wrong side of the war. it would’ve been a solid tangible thing for them to argue over or be antagonistic towards one another rather than a duel percy won when he was 12.

quintus/daedalus

so. tbf. i haven’t read the battle of the labyrinth in a hot second so i could be wrong here but. if i remember correctly it kinda seemed like percy just welcomed him back during the battle. like he was literally working for luke and was seeing if their camp was “worth saving”. like bro that’s a bunch of kids, some of which are related to you. wtf do you mean. so i feel like percy wouldn’t have been completely chill about him strolling on in. i feel like they should’ve gotten into some kind of argument or fight or something, yknow? like. fatal flaws were said to have been the undoing of many great heros (by either athena or annabeth idk) so have his be somewhat the undoing of him. like have them argue a bit and in that time with the labyrinth still existing have a couple more monster pour out a kill another kid. make someone step in and tell percy to chill so quintus/daedalus could kill himself. have that kids siblings be peeved at percy or have beef with him. let him carry that guilt around.

nico di angelo

nico lured percy into the underworld to hand over to his father for his own gain (of information about his past but still i feel like the war and subsequent war hero should’ve been top priority) and percy even said he was pissed at nico and that he wanted to sic mrs. o’leary on him. percy did choke him out in the dungeon and was harsh to him at the river, but that trust he held in nico is gone at this point so during battle, i don’t think he should’ve sent mrs. o’leary to get him to bring his father and them to fight with kronos. and i feel there should’ve been a price to pay for that. the monsters not cowering at hades’ presence so they kill more demigods and after kronos ducks into the empire state building and lowers the magic,, maybe with the monsters not being distracted,,,, maybe they….yknow…….overpower paul. anyways-

silena beauregard

percy wouldn’t have hailed her as a hero. beckendorf was his best friend and he’s dead bc silena was feeding luke information, so many campers have died bc silena was a spy. she and annabeth were friends and was dating beckendorf so percy and her knew each other personally and maybe they were friends idk but that betrayal cut deep. maybe he saw how distraught annabeth and clarisse were over it and decided not to say anything about her being a traitor but when travis and connor mention it he wouldn’t have disagreed. i think he would’ve just talked over them or ignored it completely. giving him and clarisse another thing to butt heads over. and him and annabeth. like maybe she brought it up or he opened up about his feeling about it idk but have them get into a huge argument over it and have it be something they have to work through. same thing with luke but that’s for later.

ethan nakamura

not only did ethan betray camp, leave them in the labyrinth, and join kronos, he also stabbed annabeth with a poisoned dagger. percy does not like him one bit. during the meeting with prometheus, percy asked him why they should respect his mother and ethan made his case about balance and respect. i feel like percy should’ve used that in the throne room. and it would’ve been interesting to have a sorta dark!percy even here. have percy manipulate ethan instead of trying to reason or get through to him. have percy undo kronos’ manipulation and then manipulate him into fighting kronos himself. have percy watch as he gets impaled with his own blade and fall through a fissure in the floor and feel nothing. no remorse, no guilt, nothing. he wouldn’t hail him as a hero either.

luke castellan

he’s not a hero. percy lost everything when he was 12 and annabeth was antagonistic towards him and grover is a satyr? he lied to percy for months and is part of some magic world that he hid from percy. mr. brunner/chiron is also a part of this magic world and also lied to percy about it for months. but luke was nice to percy and welcomed him and was like a true friend to him. until he tried to kill him in the woods. then he was a manipulative killer who was killing percy’s friends and causing a war and trying to bring about the end of the gods which would also yknow end the world (or civilization to be more specific). that betrayal ran deep which is why he and annabeth butted heads growing up. luke betrayed percy and percy was angry and hurt. luke betrayed annabeth and she believed she could save him. (loyalty and hubris. their own fatal flaws respectively) i feel like in the end, in the throne room, this fight could’ve gone two different ways.

one is percy refuses to give the knife to luke bc he doesn’t trust him, he insists that luke just tell him where the spot is so he can kill him himself. maybe luke tells him where it is and percy kills luke in front of annabeth. she has to watch as percy kills luke, which may cause a rift between them. another thing for them to get over to talk about. which would mean they wouldn’t get together right after they watched a bunch of their friends die in a war and go sing campfire songs. it could be something they have to discuss which puts off them getting together until they can both move on from it. same with silena.

two is luke insists on doing it himself while percy insists on doing it himself. luke never tells percy and kronos takes over again. and maybe juuust maybe grover jumps in to protect percy and kronos just flings him aside and fatally wounds him. have luke/kronos staring at grover uncomprehendingly and then gazing over at annabeth who is just sobbing uncontrollably with blood running down her face and all over the floor and luke breaking thru again, begging percy to just do it and raises his arm and points at the spot so percy can kill him and as grover succumbs to his wounds the empathy link takes percy with him. it’s a fatal flaw for a reason.

anyway let’s assume scenario one happens so i can go over heros of olympus el oh el

leo valdez

percy was loyal to camp jupiter by the time the argo ii came around, i feel like he would’ve clashed with leo a lot more during the quest for firing on new rome. i never understood percy and jason fighting over being like the best of the best bc that just doesn’t fit percy’s character imo. i feel like he and leo should’ve argued more. like i know he was pissed at leo in moa for it and understood it was bc of the eidolon but (again haven’t read moa in a hot minute but) he and leo could’ve argued more or had it be subtext like percy is hesitant to come to leo’s aid and if it’s a choice between him or like piper he’s going to help piper or he’s kinda doubtful of everything leo says and it causes this rift in the seven. or even more since he’s loyal to frank and picks up on the triangle there, maybe he acted like uber protective over hazel whenever leo was around or would side with frank over leo about anything. and that should’ve had some kind of toll on the seven and their quest but i can’t remember enough of the books to give an example.

taking it even further (even tho i don’t like caleo it is canon so) have percy be pissed at leo when he comes back hand in hand with calypso. like he’d also be pissed at her but i’m focusing on leo rn. not only did leo die then come back but he never told his friends about his plan (i don’t think anyways) so he just left them to grieve and then came back hand in hand with this chick who hurt annabeth in such a deep and personal way (considering annabeth’s own trauma) while he watched. he and leo (while i also would’ve loved to see them bond especially over similar backgrounds and trauma and behavior) would not have been friends.

calypso

writing leo’s part reminded me of her so i’m sticking her here. even tho she and percy had that Thing in botl, it was over before it became an actual thing yknow. and percy and calypso both understood that it was her curse and there was nothing either of them could do about it especially considering the war that’s brewing so percy left. then to watch as your girlfriend who you love with every ounce of your being stumble around blind and sobbing bc she thinks you left her? to not be able to do anything to soothe her or protect her from potentially falling off the cliff and dying or being torn to shreds by the arai? percy would never forgive calypso, he would never welcome her back, he would barely even look at her when she came back.

idk i just would’ve loved to see his fatal flaw be an actual fatal flaw that makes him pay some kind of price by either deaths that could’ve been avoided or lost friendships idk just something. it would’ve been interesting if it was explored in the way it’s set up to play out.

edit: i guess you could argue that his love and care for characters he’s loyal to overcame the pain and betrayal the other characters inflicted on him so things turned out differently and yes i’m all for that but this is just an interesting little au that would be fun to read i guess

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onthecourtbugs · 2 years

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i’m absolutely obsessed with the way you write jason, so anything jason silver lmao

Checkered Shirt

Pairing: Jason Silver x Reader

Warning(s): Stingy Jason

A/N: This is SO random but I had too much fun with it. 😫

Summary: Jason didn’t like sharing food, this we all know. But who knew he was stingy with clothes too?

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You had fallen back into a Ciara phase, and currently had “Like a Boy” playing while you were in your room trying to think of what to cook.

Trying being the keyword here, because you kind of got distracted while singing and dancing around your room.

You stroked your chin with one hand as you sing-flirted with the mirror that sat on your dresser.

“Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back!”

Even now, listening to the song was still guaranteed to get you in that mood.

But something wasn’t quite right. You eyed Jason’s side of the closet and grinned when you spotted what you were after: One of his checkered shirts.

Sure, you practically drowned in it, but you just rolled up the sleeves and left it unbuttoned.

You stole one of his hats too, then strolled back to the mirror, keeping your movements fluid and unbothered. Like you’d seen Jason do a million and ten times.

You checked yourself out now, humming to the music and twisting your wedding ring around to hide the gem.

“What if I, had a thing on the side?”

“Made you cry?”

You tilted the hat down over your eyes, then jutted your chin out and curled your top lip as if you were disgusted with the mirror.

“Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy!”

You got so caught up in your “heartless player” role, that you didn’t notice your husband in the doorway. He came up to ask you what was taking dinner so long but now he was just enjoying he show.

Jason watched you goof off for a hot minute, trying not to crack up.

Your little behind in his gigantic shirt, grabbing your crotch and mean-mugging the mirror was too much.

You were in the middle of swerving your imaginary hooptie when he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Bae, what are you doing?!”

You pinched the brim of your hat between your thumb and forefinger, twisted it around to face the back, then pointed at him while you body rolled aggressively.

You weren’t bae. You were boo and he’d do well to get it right.

“Sometimes I wish I did act like a boy!”

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He had a good time kee-kee’ing it up, but it wasn’t funny anymore when you ended up getting attached to that shirt of his.

You weren’t sure what it was made out of, but it felt amazing and you kept stealing it much to Jason’s annoyance.

Which, whatever, he doesn’t even wear it all that often.

But now that you’d gotten attached to it, he had to pretty much wrestle it off your body whenever he wanted to wear it.

If he didn’t snatch it from the dryer before you did, there was a tussle.

So when he searched the dryer for his checkered shirt today and couldn’t find it, he knew what was up.

“Bae!”

“What?”

“Where’s my checkered shirt?”

You poked your head out the bathroom. “Huh?”

“Huh?” He mocked. “Where. Is. My. Checkered shirt.”

You thought about it. “W.....which one?”

“I only got one checkered shirt and I know you wearing it.”

Your guilty response was to duck back into the bathroom and lock the door.

“Y/N!!!”

“Bro, just find a different shirt!”

“Girl what? You better gimme back my shirt!”

That door came back open real quick.

“I don’t think I like your tone!”

Jason rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry. You know I love you.”

He offered a hug, which you accepted even though you gave him squinty eyes first.

The minute he got his arms around you, though, he hooked his fingers under the hem of your(his?) shirt and yanked it upwards, taking it clean off and ran with it.

“JAY! UGH!”

“You find a different shirt! This mines!”

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It didn’t end there, and Jason was beginning to realize it never would.

He was chasing you down the stairs one day, since you got brave and put on his checkered shirt again.

He so close to grabbing you but in a last ditch effort, you vaulted over the banister at the last moment, twisted around like a cat mid-air, and landed on the ground below in a rather crisp superhero landing.

Jason stopped on the stairs for a minute, not really believing he saw what he just saw.

Was he married to a stunt double, what kind of Iron Man/Black Widow mess was that?!

All this time he been trying to get you to exercise and this is when you choose to give a hundred ten percent?!

You threw him a sly look over your shoulder before sprinting off.

You were never going to give up your precious.

Jason sucked his teeth, waved you off, and went back upstairs. This was not worth it. Not for no damn shirt. Maybe later he could hide it or something…

#courtsidehcs #courtsideasks #knb #courtsidewith #courtsidewithjs #jason silver #jason silver x reader #knb jason #just give her the dang shirt man #he not gone do it #stingy

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hummingbirdsinjune · 1 year

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There's a lady break dancing at the laundromat.

Museum Moons and clues episode 8!!

- naw she can put those freaky fish eyes away

- CUTE the brother boyfriends naming each other

- just one homie sleeping beside his homie thats in a coma

- Dang and they gotta remember you know. Being (sound effects)

- ah they're cute 😭 too bad one is obviously dead

- OH I knew December 20 2023 was a VERY familiar date wooo talk about bringing back memories

- they're being meta again with a character named phone haunting a phone booth

- OOF yeah Khatha deserved that punch tbh. Lmao has anyone complied every time he's gotten his ass handed to him? 😂 he would have been a terrible soldier

- Hallucination Khatha is very kind and cute

- ooh he chews gum because he use to smoke

- Triphob and Bam are so in love I'm sick

- Naw I don't think that's Triphob something about him is TOO hot

- Khatha hanging up on himself is so ducking funny

- Dome you are like a CHILD stop putting things in your mouth. First a bug and now THIS

- fuck it, they're putting everything in this show. Time travel? No. Parallel universe travel

- (wheeze) "I've watched Marvel movies I'm not THAT old" Khatha you have witnessed the rise of the industrial light of magic bro you are as old as they get

- on god trying figure out this show is like watching On Cloud Nine again

- alright nerds what are we looking at with this motherboard

- For someone who is mostly unconscious Dome Goes missing a LOT

- (deep chuckle) Domie did you just transport yourself to a different universe

- ah another secret, third thing

#midnight museum #midnight museum live blog

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stayxlix · 11 months

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I've been saving off the deep end to read once I had a break between exams

BRUH THAT STORYYYYYYY!! Pls don't mind my analysis and play-by-play reactions😩

You're writing style is so good I love the descriptions and how you manage to make everything so vivid. District 7's description was so on point, I really like how I could visualize it.... The tavern, the roads, the forests, the people...

"Cold rings on his fingers pressed into bare skin" goodbye I'd fold so fast✋✋✋ like yes he's a stranger but BRO

"He hesitantly brought his thumb up to run it over your bottom lip," I- 😀

I'm barely 2k into this story and already feeling a scream creeping up my throat.

"Without another word or giving you the chance to respond, he turned to go." Now excuse me dear sir✋ Get your outer district ass back here👹

How are you gonna make out w/ me then just dip💀 survival ig but STILL

"....so many eyes on you, permanently associating you with your father and his regime," SO WELL WRITTEN UGH CHEF'S KISS

I love the mc (main character) so much. They've won my favour so fast, uncharacteristically so. This is the kind of 'y/n' that we need to see more often! The change, the hero.

"A life with him certainly wouldn't involve tight corsets and suffocating lies." How are we so sure about the latter sweetie👀

But mc is better than me I'd probably be going there (district 7) every night in hopes of seeing him. But the chances are low considering he was on the run😔 Rational thinking ftw I guess?

"He had probably already forgotten about you." NAURRR😭 (I could never be this mature... To admit this to myself in such a situation? Nope)

"...followed by the glass walls of the hall shattering to pieces around you." Ok THIS PART IN THE STORY✋ Loveeee the build up of tension. I feel like I'm there omg.

"six..seven..maybe eight figures dressed in all black with bandana...." OOOH👀👀👀 !!! STRAY KISS WOO

"a group of your father's guards run up and make contact with the boys, tossing a couple of them their own guns."😨 HUH? OMG WHAT???? Betrayal of the century purrr😻

"The boy who had kissed you in the alley two weeks ago." GOODBYE CBFNFNFBFV

I should've seen this coming butt I'm FLABBERGASTED

Let's goooo😩😩✋ Also thank you for making it brown hair Felix, like THANK YOU😋 (btw this ask is so long sorryyyy)

"You swear you saw the faintest hint of a smirk... " OFFICIALLY HOLLERING RN AARGHHHH

No bc I hope he kidnaps mc😘 and Jisoo ofc😻 let's go live in the trenches 😋

NO the guards ruined it😒 Can they duck off istg

"Were you protecting him? " Dgfhgkhmkdxnh

"You mouthed "go" and if you had blinked you would have missed the nod he gave you in return." I need a minute🤒 A longgggg minute to process this

"Why would the boys risk their lives to send a message? " THIS IS SUCH AN ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF SKZ HELP

Like that's LITERALLY THEM

"As far as he knew, you were just like the rest of them." Bro this story is INTENSE

On that more I will be leaving for now, I need to eat and process this story before continuing it is so bloody good

Again, I'm so sorry for how long this is

omg so i just want to start by saying that from the bottom of my heart i am so touched by this. i seriously think i re-read it at least 7 times and i can’t even begin to express how much it means to me that you took the time out of your day to go through and immerse yourself into the story the way you did.😭💕 the play-by-play literally had me giggling to myself like a CHILD lmao you’re actually so funny like i wish i could hire you to narrate my life.😂

this is the first/only fic i’ve ever written and you complimented some of the parts i was most insecure about without even knowing it and i just. thank you.🥹💕 like your comment about the mc i could actually cry. and it’s always nice to find another dark hair felix stan because as much as i love the blonde (and i really do) i just couldn’t imagine him any other way here.

please don’t ever feel the need to apologize for how much you write this is what i LIVE for and it gives me so much motivation to continue the story. you could write an entire novel and i would happily sit down and read every single word.😊 i hope you got something good to eat (and that your exams went well) and i hope the rest of your day/night has been just as good as this made mine.💕💕💕

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