#Sketchy is blushing so hard

[xx-sketchy-xx]

@the-pianist-from-accumula-town

omgggggg, Sketchy would literally fall in love with you. (platonically, maybe lol) you’re so strong willed, controlled, loving, funny, sharing, intelligent. She’d be such a cluts, and drop something, and then be far more flustered when you helped her get bandaged up.

#welcome home art #welcome home home #welcome home au #welcome home oc #oc art #welcome home fanart #oc artwork #digital arwork #sketchy sketcharoo #Carrie caremel #Sketchy is blushing so hard #Your character is just too fabulous #It’s not gay unless you make it #I’m so funny I know xD #Also #I LOVE YOUR ART #i love your art so much #aaaaaaaaaaaaa #YUR JUST SO GOOD #AND THEN YOU DID 3D #AND I JUST COULDNT #I DIED A HAPPY DEATH #Ok #I can breath again lol

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached - part 11

First | Masterlist

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Fandom: DP x DC Summary:

Danny is just trying to build a portal home, becoming a thief was just an unfortunate side effect of that goal. Now if only this vigilante family would just leave him alone. Especially Red Hood - the semi retired crime lord whose ghost-like presence keeps drawing Danny to him.

Part 11:

Danny took a running leap and landed lightly on the next shoddily tiled rooftop. He’d lost the midget in the Southside factory district and now he was in some sketchy neighborhood with smaller buildings. It was on ground level, but it seemed almost like it was sunken into a hole as the rest of the city had grown up around it and swallowed it - one of the main highways even went plain over it. 

Danny stopped for a moment catching his breath. The roll of heavy duty cable slung over his shoulder was… well heavy. He looked out over the mishmash of old neon lights and newer LED signs for bars, nightclubs and little kiosks. In the alley next to Danny’s building money was exchanged for services Danny was not sticking around to watch. Blushing, he skipped to the next roof, taking care to land silently. 

He should just disappear, he was far enough away from his own hidey hole and he was tired. He was always so freaking tired.

But…

Well, first off he wasn’t phasing through a night club to go underground. 

And secondly…

Red Helmet hadn’t showed up. 

That was a good thing, Danny told himself frowning, as he walked along the spine of the newest roof, dodging around chimneys. The past weeks had been torture. 

Every time the Red Helmet had shown up it had been so hard not to go to him. He’d wanted so bad to give in, to just for moment heed the call of his core, the promise of companionship, comfort. Refusing that instinct was agony. And Ancients, Danny remembered how he’d looked in civilian dress, in that well worn henley, broad chested and with those big arms, he probably gave great hugs - if only he wasn’t one of the vigilantes trying to capture him… And if he wasn’t absolutely terrifying.

Danny shuddered, remembering how angry he’d been last time, yelling for him to stop. Yeah… Red Helmet was… He was an anglerfish, a lure, a treacherous light in the dark, that he had to resist, and last time he’d shown his teeth. 

Red Helmet not showing up was a good thing. 

Danny stopped and looked up to the cloudy night sky, jaw tight. It was a good thing. Why did he still feel so bereft?

He pulled the goggles down around his neck and rubbed his wet eyes angrily. Fuck it all, he just wanted to go home already!

His only warning was an electrical bzzt and he threw himself to the side instinctively. His eyes widened in fear as he only barely dodged two sticks sparking with arcing lines of electricity. Every hair on his body stood on end. The entire world narrowed in on those two weapons. He jumped backwards, uncaring where it took him he just needed to get away. 

Something hit his back and stopped him. His hands touched brick: wall. One of the sparking weapons was swung in lazy swirls as the dark shape attached to it bent down to pick up the roll of cable that had caught on a small chimney. Danny touched his shoulder, finding it bare of its earlier cargo. His hand tightened into a fist angrily and he cursed himself for not paying better attention. 

The shape got up and while half Danny’s attention was on the electrified weapon, he could now see it was Blue Bird. Danny had encountered him before, though only a couple of times. He’d been the bantering, good natured sort next to the angry midget, and he hadn’t known those sticks he used for weapons could do that.  

Realization ran cold down Danny’s back; Blue Bird hadn’t thought he needed the electricity before, but he did now.

Blue Bird moved and Danny ripped himself free of his petrification. Casting around he realized the wall was not a wall, but a pillar and most importantly neither was a thing that could stop him. It was only at the last second he went intangible and stepped backwards. The metal sticks clanged against the bricks where he’d stood. 

The sound of Blue Bird cursing, was a dull far away sound, as Danny started shaking. He kept a tight desperate hold on his intangibility but still felt himself losing focus. He quickly had to go somewhere. 

He dropped down until he found one of the many flood pipes that handled overflow if the sewers couldn’t handle the pressure. Something that seemingly didn’t happen too often judging by the dry debris left here. You could say what you wanted about this city, but the web of underground channels and tunnels was impressive, and the city was if nothing else prepared. 

He set down carefully and then let go of his intangibility. He was still shaking. His heart was pounding too fast. He wrapped arms around himself and took careful deep breaths even as his body told him he wasn’t getting enough air. But he was, he knew that was the panic speaking. 

He fucking hated electricity. 

Hated it. Hated it. 

You would think he’d be used to it by now. When he died, all the times Vlad shocked him, Vortex, that time Valerie tortured him in a basement, the- He forcefully shut down the thought. 

He should be fucking used to it by now!

But he was not. Especially not when it came out of nowhere like this. He’d frozen. They could have caught him. Danny could not be caught. Could not. Could not. Could not. 

Shakily he breathed in slowly through his nose and let it out. 

They were going to use electricity again. There was no way they wouldn’t take advantage of a weakness like that. 

He’d lost the cable.

Red Helmet hadn’t shown.

And why did he keep coming back to that! Of all things that should be the least of his worries. It was a good thing. It was. 

It just didn’t feel like it.

Oo o oO

Tim didn’t blame Bruce for letting him take point on this. 

After Jason had pointed a gun at him, he was rightfully shaken. Oh, he pretended not to be, but anyone who knew him could tell. There was a furrow edged on his brow even when he played Brucie whenever someone wasn’t directly interacting with him. He was worried and afraid.

And Tim got it. He had been there for everything. He understood how terrified Bruce was of losing Jason again, just as things had been slowly looking up. Bruce was drawing back, which was for the better. The alternative, that Bruce might come to a point where he thought something needed to be done about Jason, was too terrible to imagine. He would do it too, set aside his emotions, and do something, if he thought it was for the best. None of them needed the fallout of a Bruce who’d convinced himself Jason was too dangerous.

He was dangerous. But, thinking of the broken mirror, bleeding feet and tired eyes, Tim thought he was more dangerous to himself. 

It had been a painful realization to make. Tim had gone to Jason, with the mission in mind, only to find that maybe Jason had needed someone to check up on him for him. But even worse, Tim couldn’t be that person, because they didn’t have that kind of relationship. 

It wasn’t fair.

In an ideal world Tim got to be Jason’s annoying little brother. In an ideal world Tim wouldn’t be afraid of Jason. 

 What Tim could do was solve this issue. He took a deep breath and put all his emotions aside, they could wait. He was a plans guy and they needed a plan.

Tim surveyed the mess of papers he’d made of the table, as he’d pulled everything off the evidence board. It was time to start from the beginning. 

He sorted through and found the “meta?” sign, crossed out the question mark, and hung it in the center of the board. 

In the beginning they’d thought primarily that the Ghost used cloaking tech, but the phasing had made that very unlikely, and Duke had all but confirmed the meta theory when he told them he sorta glowed to his senses. He sorted through the papers and trashed those old theories. 

He put the known powers back up, then paused when he found the little scrap with a silly cartoon ghost Dick had drawn and put up in the corner of the original board. It had eventually gotten covered with something else and Tim hadn’t seen it when he took things down.

Now he considered it with a sigh, and pinned it next to the powers. Ghost was as good a codename as any and Tim suspected it was only Barbara who still refused to use it because Dick was obnoxious about it. And, Tim moved on to the picture of the phone to pin it back up, there was the fact that the recovered messages said nothing but “ghost”. So there was some connection. He marked that connection with a piece of string to the cartoon ghost.

The short contact list went up with the phone picture. 

At some point when this was all over Tim needed to take a closer look at that phone. He had no idea how that brick managed to get any signal, much less how all the contacts were out of service when called from that phone, despite some of them actually being in service. Yet, it could somehow call other existing numbers fine, both local, out of state and international. 

It made no logical sense!

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and let it go. 

Danny Fenton? went up above meta, they were reasonably sure that was his name. Next Tim took the list of known thefts and dates and hung it up on the left side of the board. Then added Star Lab break in a bit higher up. There was about three weeks in between the Star Lab break in and their first recorded sighting. It could mean anything. He could have stolen numerous things in the mean time without being discovered, or only just gotten to Gotham. 

Tim had scoured crime reports of Metropolis and other nearby cities for thefts that fitted Ghost’s MO, but had found none, so for better or worse he seemed to be sticking to Gotham for now. 

He put up buyer? And building? Underneath. Tim still had the terrible hunch he was building a portal that would end up destabilizing reality, but since he had nothing but his gut feeling to build that on he couldn’t put it on the board - not the board in the cave anyways.

He trashed a few dead end theories, found a scrap of paper that simply said “electromagnetic interference”. He held it in his hand for a moment, something niggling in his brain, but it was only half formed, he turned around and pinned it under powers and let it go.

Next he pinned up the “weaknesses”. Finally, thanks to Dick’s temper, they had something. He’d not been pleased to come home from his mission to the state of things being even worse so he’d gotten serious and treated the Ghost as an actual threat. 

Tim wrote electricity on a new scrap of paper and then put it under weaknesses. He tapped his chin with the capped marker. The Ghost’s behavior was odd. With the abilities he had, why even play chase with them?

He didn’t use the phasing to escape them early on. It was only when Jason entered the picture that began. Was it because the ability had a limit? Did it cost him to use it? Also what prompted the odd reaction to Jason that first night? And what about it made the Ghost so desperate he’d disappeared on them as soon as Jason was in sight?

Tim grabbed a new scrap of paper and pulled off the cap on the marker. He had to resist the urge to write “Jason” on the scrap, he’d keep that thought to himself, and instead wrote “limit?” And hung it under weaknesses with electricity.

There were more papers on the table. An analysis of the electromagnetic signal he gave off, that Tim had used to reduce noice in their visuals and audio. Pictures of the protein bars and the backpack. A map with every place the thief had disappeared on them marked: aka basically spread all over Gotham. A blood sample readout that was too degenerated for a useable DNA sample. These things didn’t go in the trash, but they weren’t important for capturing the Ghost, instead they went into a folder and put to the side.

Table now clear, Tim noticed his favorite mug full of steaming coffee and a plate of cookies set near the edge. He smiled and rubbed a hand through his hair self consciously. He hadn’t even noticed Alfred had been by, but he was a lifesaver. He would have to thank him later. 

He took the mug and a cookie and sat himself on the table, surveying the evidence board. He sipped the mug savoring the good coffee. It went perfect with the chocolate chip cookie. 

His eyes rested on “electromagnetic signals” again. It had been one of Dick’s early “proofs” that their thief was a ghost - if you subscribed to Ghostbusters lore at least. Tim rolled his eyes. The real reason the ghost couldn’t be a real ghost was that he was visible at all. Only magic users could see ghosts without a spell to make them visible (Something Tim was pretty sure Dick knew). He didn’t actually know whether the electromagnetic disturbance was a real ghost thing, the JLD didn’t need such tools after all when they could see them just fine. And besides if it was it probably wasn’t to the degree the Ghost gave it off. 

Would an EMP do anything? Probably not, since they were convinced the Ghost wasn’t using technology at this point, but a small localized pulse couldn’t hurt to try.

He took another sip of his coffee, contemplating, he needed something better. They could run the Ghost around all they wanted, but unless they stopped that phasing, he would get away every time. 

Jason couldn’t continue staying out of it like this. They’d chased the Ghost once without him and he was worse than a tiger in a cage, and twice as vicious. Tim scoffed, if only they could put the Ghost in a cage-

Tim’s thoughts crashed to a halt. 

No, they couldn’t- it’d never work- but if they- 

He jumped off the table, took three steps, then turned back to put down his mug and cookie. Then hurried over to the where they had the maps. With nimble fingers he sorted through the rolls only barely skimming the tags before discarding and moving to the next. They had to have- Got it! A utility map of the industrial area in Southside Gotham. He grabbed it and hurried back to the table. Unrolling it he placed the mug and the plate to hold down the corners even as he was already scanning the map looking for-

There!

It may be a while until the Ghost hit the area again. And they would need all hands on deck for this and preparations had to be made. But…

Tim smiled. They had a plan.

-

So we've gotten to this point :D Hope you enjoyed it! Comments will keep me warm on my night shift tonight <3

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#dp x dc #dead on main #Jason is catnip to Danny #missed connections #The trap is set #watch out Danny

[peachesfather]

Can you mizu with a healer fem reader thats in lonfon and very jealous of taigen?? I want it very fluffy but also smutty if ur ok with it :) please and thank uu

thanks for this request !!

Doing way too much

mizu x black fem! reader blue eye samurai

warning:+18, smut, fluffy, fingering, bad grammar, suggestive language, and jealous mizu is a way to put it.

I was the best healer in my store in London, i get a lots of praise from how good i am at healing people's wounds, the pay was very good for me and my mother who were very poor.

I swept the floor with a broom while listening to some jams on the radio, i signed and humed to the music, i heard the door open and paid it no mind at all i just continued to clean. i was abrupt by someone in front of me with their eyes being blue as the ocean but had a no emotion face along with someone else with them but he staring at my potions.

"what do you need?" i looked at his tall figure and waited for a response but no reply so i put my hand on their shoulder to tell them to reply for their request.

He snatched my hand from their shoulder and squezzed it very hard, i hissed and told them to stop.

"I just need to be heal thats fucking it, and also need resources for my travel" she let go of me and i basically rolled my eyes at her behavior. "You couldve just said that and not squeezed my fingers." i said while still being angry at this customer. (bby got issues wrong bitch tho)

"okay, sit in this chair please sir" he gave the other man who came along with him a sword and came my way to sit down in the chair. The guy who was holding the sword was looking me up and down while bitting his lips. i ignored him and shown eye contact towards the blue eyed man in front of me.

"Where does it hurt?" He pointed to where their gut is so meaning to where the injury is there. I closed my eyes to see if the energy of the wound could be healed, water has appeared on the gut to clean throughout and he hiss in the healing process, i patch him up. "you're finally done, that would be $50" he put the money in my hand and stared at me for few seconds and then snatched the sword from the other guy, "i be outside Taigen, grabbed the other resources for our travel" she put her glasses back on her face and left my store, the other grabbed the stuff he was told to buy.

"is that all?' he just stared at my face and told him again "IS THAT ALL SIR YOU STARING UP THE STORM" his eyes widned and laughed at my outburst. “You’re so cute what’s your name?” He said while staring behind the counter at my ass.

“Okay, I give you my name, it’s y/n.” I blushed and facepalm at how cringe of how I falling for this bullshit, I noticed a couple glances from the window outside the store, it was the guy who I healed he looked angry and pissed must be because of this fella right here, I think he’s talking himself or flirting idk what bro is still here for.

“The cost is $100, do you have it?” He paused and stopped talking about whatever mess he was going on about, he smiled and started to look in his pockets for his money or changes.

Me, being the nicest person that I’m going to be and letting this nigga off with his resources to getting out of my store, I told him he doesn’t need to pay for it under one condition is telling him and his friend to come over to my place for a meal.

He quickly agreed and said “yes, now we can get to know each other in a better way” he rubbing his fingers together while licking his lips I was disgusted but happy at the same time because he was leaving my store, I gave the guy outside a wink. He scoffed and looked away instantly. (I need her so badly don’t play to get pookie)

When the clock hits 5 pm, I was already done cooking curry chicken and rice for my guests, I clean the table and put the table cloth on to be proper.

I heard a knock on my door I was guessing it was them, taigen was smiling like he had done a whole crime while being very sketchy, he was nicely dressed with his hair down. However, for the mysterious man he was still in his old clothes doesn’t make him unattractive but he could’ve done something to spark his appearance. His eyes on the other has drew more attention.

He catches my glances and looked away in annoyance. I signed and ask his name because i wanted to get know him better. He looked me in the eye and said “my name is Mizu”

That’s a cute name awee” I said that brought me and him in awkward silence until taigen grabbed my chin to rizz me up or whatever saying “ma, you look good tonight in them jeans and showing your figure very nicely.

I kinda blushed at him complimenting my body, his way of words were blinding from getting to know mizu. Taigen gave mizu no emotion face that became a snickering expression towards him to letting know that he trying to get to have me. Mizu smirked and smiled at him for being too foolish.

We was eating the curry chicken and rice at the table, taigen was tearing my food up and said It is good and wanted seconds. I gotten up just to give him more.

Mizu was looking me up and down from knee from how my jeans looked on me, she squeezed her thighs and looked at taigen who was staring back at her already.

“Aye, stop looking at her she is going to be mine, bitches like her cannot resist me.” Taigen said while crossing his hands by giggling at how easy you are. However, Mizu was disgusted of how he talking about you , even though she barely knows anything about me to care.

I came back to table so happy about someone being grateful about my cooking. Taigen grabbed the plate from me and said thank you. Mizu was staring into my soul, I was confused but I sat down and looked at taigen finishing his second plate of curry chicken.

“Y/n, yo if I was your man bro I wouldn’t never disrespect how bad of cook you is” he said while staring at mizu then laughed at how fucked mizu looked.

“You wanna be my man? Well, you must want to take good care of me” I said while lovey dovey staring at him

“I take care of that ass of yours real good” he said while chewing. Mizu started to shake the table and ask to go where to bathroom. I told him that it is upstairs I got up and walked himself to the bathroom.

She stops mid way, it made me confused until she grabbed me and push closed the door in the bathroom.

“What the heck mizu” I was pushed against the wall and was held by my hands from mizu who showing no emotion to the situation of having me like this.

“You want to stay quiet or what, I know you want me all this time you fucking brat” she stare at my face who was resisting her touch.

“I need you so badly please..” you said while bringing your hands to her hands to guide her to you hips, she grabbed a chunk of your ass and lean in to kiss your lips that had lipstick onto them.

“You don’t know how much I have done to get to fuck you like this” she said holding onto me while locking eyes with me I stare back with her with a nervously smile.

She slip her hand in my jeans while standing up with spreading me out with her fingers, I grasp and moans “. fuckkk..mm mizu your fingers” I was literally dripping mess under her. Me and her touched heads while she fingered me at a quick pace while she laughing at me.

I screamed in my hand while she thrust her fingers in out of me out one last time. I wrap my hands around her neck to give her lips a peck, she snickered and kiss me back. We sat in comfortable silence till leaving the bathroom together.

Okay, this was very bad you guys can diss this onee !!

#lesbian #black lesbian #lesbian smut #black reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu smut #mizu x reader #mizu bes #taigen #wlw smut #blue eye samurai #mizu come home the kids miss you #mizu x akemi #mizu x y/n #bes x reader

[billgetsmewet]

doktorspiele..

short smut :3

-tom kaulitz x fem!reader

-warnings : nicknames,blowjob , sub!reader / dom!tom, agegap

A/N : 2015 tom is so hot stfu he could bend me over and *******

You and your parents recently moved towns because of financial problems, your new house was fine.. except the air conditioning. It was always super cold in your room, especially in winter, because of this, youve had a sore throat for a bit now.

You eventually told your mum and she suggested you get it checked out by a doctor, so you did as she said.

You were looking up doctors in your area, trying to find one that didnt look sketchy…

Eventually, after a but of scrolling, you found a doctor. He was quite young, it said in his description that he was 26 years old. This made you more comfortable, considering old doctors are kinda creepy.

Keep in mind, you were only 18, about to finish highschool.

You called the doctor and made an appointment for about 3 days after. You didnt mind waiting, since you knew you would still have this damn curse of a sore throat…

The day finally came. You hopped into the uber, getting to the doctors 20 minutes before your appointment, just in case. Surprisingly, he was free.. He welcomed you in, in a slightly seductive voice - Hello, y/n? Ah yes, Im Tom, i got done with the client before you pretty quickly..

You couldnt help but notice his thick german accent, it was really hot, being honest.

He took you into the office, sat you down, asked you whats wrong… the usual. - Ive had a sore throat for a while.. my room is pretty cold, so i just cant get rid of this.. Hm.. im sorry to hear, i suggest you getting a warmer blanket and clothes with longer sleeves.. and without cutouts around the neck.

Shit, you just noticed, you wore the most revealing shirt you could ever wear. I mean.. it could be helpful if he was trying to examine your lungs, but it was also making you look stupid in this situation, but.. for some reason Tom didnt seem to mind, its almost as if he kept looking at your tits from time to time..

He put the stethoscope on your chest, the cold metal making you slightly flinch, he was listening to your heart, noticing the beats are getting faster and faster once he looks at you. He smiles in realization before moving on and putting it on your back to check your lungs.Deep breath in, darling.

You struggled not to moan out as he called you “darling”.

Good girl, now deep breath out.

God, he was making this so hard.

He took the stethoscope to your heart again. This will.. uh..let me examine your lungs better, i feel. - he said, yet it sounded like an excuse.

Deep breath in, sweetheart…

He was definitely teasing you. He could hear your heart beat as fast as possible as he said “sweetheart”. You looked up at him, blushing, realizing whats happening.

Listen darling, all i can prescribe you for this sore throat is…

Next thing you know his cock is in your mouth and hes bobbing your head up and down on it. Atleast this will cure your sore throat, right..?

Ps i want 2015 tom to make me choke on his cock..;(

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz smut #smut #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz fanfic #kaulitz #kaulitz twins

[ashersanity]

Just what you fucking deserve.. filthy slut.

Might as well clean up my shitty drafts one by one, starting with this one. Wrote it while on 2 hours of sleep a few weeks ago. Expect a mumbling mess of nonsense.

Expanding on my other post depicting a jealous Whitney.

Pairings : (A possessive, jealous M!Whitney x gn!PC)

Summary : (PC has a bad time with Whitney in the alleyway..)

Content warning! : (dub-con, non-con if you squint hard enough, physical violence as in slapping, semi-public fucking, lazy writing, lots and lots of degradation, whitney being whitney as always)

“How many times?” Whitney gritted out between breaths, skin slapping against skin resounding lowly in the sketchy alleyway. The one that you usually took to get home, in plain sight of the bustling street where anyone could just walk in on your ass getting destroyed. “How many times did that bitch fuck you?” He repeated, and honestly you didn’t know exactly to who he was referring to. Robin, Kylar, Sydney..? There were too many to count and your silence filled with gasps only seemed to further piss off the delinquent, grasping at the back of your hips and using it as leverage to fuck you harder.

“I-I didn’t—“ You had barely manage to get that one out only to be interrupted by a squeak and a whine, feeling like your legs might give out at any moment if it weren’t for the other holding you up right now. He only took it as encouragement to quicken his movements, hips meeting your rear with every sharp thrust.

“Liar.” He muttered, his face close to yours, this position way too intimate for what was going on. “You fucking lying bitch.” He snarled, rough hand grasping at the back of your head, keeping your limp body in place as he fucked you raw against the wall.

“How. Many. Times? I bet it’s because you flashed your ass again, huh? Didn’t you? Fucking whore!” Smacked you clean across the face, your cheeks burning red from the slap and having your hole stuffed full with Whitney’s cock, the familiar sensation of his length moving in and out of you that you squeezed oh so eagerly around. Fuck, you were seeing stars from how fast he was going, no way were you going to manage walking past the bathroom tomorrow.

“Yeah, that’s right.” The bully hissed, his pace momentarily slowing down for a second to spread your cheeks and look at your tight little hole squeezing around his dick, pink and puffy from his daily treatments. “No one can fuck you like I do. I just need to pull out my cock and you’re lapping at my knees like a dog. Don’t even need to put it in, you just cum from sucking it, don’t you?”

A blush crept up to your face from his words, remembering the embarrassing moment where you had come undone in front of him and his friends just from sucking him off in the boy’s bathroom. He really didn’t have to mention that part, trying to deny it even if it was half-true.

“N-no, I d-don’t—“ You hitched out, body slowly easing into his rough pace and relaxing against him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. Your compliance had his pissed off tone slowly shift into his usual one, low and husky whenever he was horny.

“Fuck, there’s my good whore, my slut.” He cursed under his breath, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging gently. “Only l get to see you like this. Fucked dumb and stupid, no one else. Not some bastard, not some whore. Me. Got it?” Whitney sighed out, burying his face in the nape of your neck and biting down. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood and elicit another whine from your mouth that you desperately hoped wasn’t heard by any passerby, lest you wanted to get arrested again.

“You’re all mine, right? Cmon. Say it. Say who you belong to. Who’s my fucking slut?”

“M-me, Whitney.” Voice shaky and slurred, answering him back without second thought.

“That’s right, that’s it. Shit..” The blond groaned against your skin, grip tightening on your hips and angling his cock to go in deeper, pressing down on the visible bulge against the skin of your stomach, clear outline of his entire length fully inside you. “Cum for me, bitch. Let me see how much you love having my dick inside you.”

That was all you needed, body reacting on its own and cumming hard, making a complete and utter mess of yourself. Watched on with a smug smile as you came right around his cock, hips bucking up and hands reaching up to grasp at the blond strands of hair on his head for support, the same ones you’d twist and pull at in math class whenever he teased you under the desk.

It took a while to come down from your high, shaking and twitching all the while, gasping for air before looking back up at Whitney’s grinning face, pressing an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your forehead.

“That’s right. I own you.” He stated plainly, lips possessively pressing against yours, murmuring once more.

“And don’t you fucking forget that, slut.”

#what the fuck did i just write #well more like wrote weeks ago #asher regretting his actions.. #the jealous and possessive whitney saga continues #yandere whitney #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #whitney dol #whitney degrees of lewdity #brief mentions of #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #asher writes #badly

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

could i request some chris pontius or steveo x shy reader? where maybe it's her first day on set and she like works in makeup and he's just flirting w her making a blushing mess lol tysm

Cat and Mouse

Y/N gets her first real job and gets caught up in a romance she could have never imagined!

Steve-O X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.8k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, slowburn, flirting, teasing, crude language, drinking, accidental injuries, praise, stalkerish behavior from Y/N if you squint

An: Thank you so much for the request!! Finals hav been kicking my ass lately but I somehow managed to crank this one out XD There’s something about the dynamic of this fic that just enchanted me and I would be more than happy to write this kind of fic for some of the other guys! I’d especially love to see what would play out with Johnny, but maybe that’s a little self indulgent X) Anyways, as always, my requests are open and I’m still accepting fic requests for my 100 follower special, so keep sending them in!! I have a few good ones of my own coming down the pipeline so keep your eye out! ;)

It was your first day on set, so it was understandable that you were nervous as you walked into the trailer on the Paramount lot, your makeup kit in tow. All you were told when you first got the job was where you would report to and that you would be working on a movie set- that’s it. Kinda sketchy but hey, maybe it’s a privacy thing. It was just you in the makeup trailer as you collected yourself, taking a deep breath as you flipped the bright white vanity lights on and started to set up your gear on the counter.

You were so immersed with arranging brushes and products that you didn’t even hear the trailer door open as your client walked in, only being alerted to his presence as you felt the foldy director’s chair he was sitting in shift a little as he took a seat. Holy shit. Speechless, you blinked a few times, trying to register who you were looking at- not that you didn’t know him, it’s just this was too good to not be some dream. “Are- are you Steve- O?” He chuckled, flashing you that boyish smile as he sat back in his chair, “In the flesh, baby.”

It was about then when you realized that maybe you were leaning a little too close to him- your boobs were practically squished against the back of his head. He didn’t seem to be that bothered by it, not looking upset in the slightest as you stepped away, blushing. It would be impossible to deny that you’d had a crush on Steve ever since you saw him on TV, back when he was swallowing goldfish for a living, and this first impression wasn't helping the feelings that stirred inside of you.

Trying to distract yourself, you grabbed a shade of concealer that looked like it matched his skin tone to cover up the blotchy mauve shiner that covered nearly a quarter of his face- a product of a movie star lifestyle you could only dream of. “Hey, don’t worry about it.” Steve gestured to the glaring mark with a finger, his voice low, “Kinda wanna keep it there. Looks pretty rad, y’know?” You nodded, the only response your body could give, your eyes wide. He seemed so cool, so calm in comparison to his usual obnoxious stunt dude behavior.

And so you continued with what you were being paid to do, trying your damnedest to stay professional. This was hard, especially when you needed to lean in towards him, maybe four inches away from Steve’s face, tilting his chin up with your left hand to get the angle you needed to look at something or other. Of course, he wasn’t making it easy for you with how he kept catching your gaze the whole time with those sweet eyes of his. Part of you was a little pissed off- what gives him the right to do this? To make you all flustered with nothing but a look- but another part of you was maybe a little too excited at all of this.

A few minutes in the same room as him and you were already wrapped around his finger. Hell, you weren't in the slightest turned off when you caught him stealing glances down your shirt when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Weirdly, you found that kind of endearing, maybe even attractive. Those five minutes in the makeup trailer felt like an eternity and you breathed a sigh of relief as you stood up after you finished your job. Turning around, you went to zip up your case when you heard something behind you, “Hey, what’s your name, makeup lady?” Your heart jumped a little when he spoke up, his raspy voice barely above a whisper. You whipped around, nearly nose to nose with Steve as you avoided looking at him as much as you could, concealing your pink face, “My name’s Y/N.”

You couldn’t see it, but there was a little glint in Steve’s eye when he realized just how much he was affecting you. “Well,” His voice took on a slightly different tone, “I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Y/N.” And just like that, he was gone out the trailer door that he didn’t bother to close on his way out.

And you wished it ended there- that you could just be left alone with your silly schoolgirl crush on the cool movie star, but of course it didn’t. It couldn’t. Of all places, it happened in the white food tent around lunch time. You were going down the line of fold up tables, picking through what the catering services had brought in those silver aluminum pans- chicken, some vedgie thing, and some crinkle fries- when you heard someone call to you from a ways back, “Hey, makeup lady!” Assuming it was some production supervisor (they never seemed to respect you), you rolled your eyes, not even looking back as you replied, “I have a name, you know.”

“Oh yeah! Shit, what was it…Y/N!” Your heart sank when you realized who it was as they slipped in next to you in line. Steve seemed totally unphased, still as friendly as he was before but with a suggestive tone in his voice that made you shiver, “So, how’s your first day goin’? Everyone nice?” He didn’t take anything from the trays as he moved along, seemingly only there to talk to you, “If not, I’ll totally kick their ass.” You hoped Steve didn’t notice how much your hands were shaking as you nodded and smiled, hiding the warmth on your cheeks as you speed walked away with half a plate of food.

He wore that smug ass look on his face with pride as he sat down at the table with the guys like he just won the Super Bowl. Understandably, they were a little confused at his bravado. Johnny wasn't impressed, “What the hell was that?” Steve just grinned as he took a sip of his beer, shooting a glance over to where you were sitting with your back turned to not look conspicuous, “That chick’s in love with me. Watch.” Steve turned his head back and just as he did, you whipped around almost on command to try and catch a glimpse of him with that needy look in your eyes like a lost puppy. Unbelievable. Of course, all the guys besides Steve immediately turned towards you and made eye contact. Faced with this, you were a deer in the headlights, and quickly returned to your food.

Bam chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his lips, “Dude, if she’s got the hots for you that bad, you gotta get that ass!” He spoke as if he was some experienced playboy, but he had no clue. It’s not just about sex- there was a lot more to whatever it was that was going on between Steve and the makeup girl. When broken down, the two of you really wanted the exact same thing, the only difference was that she was too shy to admit it and he wasn’t. It evolved into a hunt- a cat and mouse game. This was more than getting ass. “Whatever, Bam.” Steve rolled his eyes. Ryan leaned to one side to get a better look at you, “Oh yeah- you gotta tap that.” Johnny cracked up at his bluntness and Pontius simply shoveled a bite of food into his mouth, flipping Steve a thumbs up.

You knew it was in violation of your contract but something you weren't proud of inside you compelled you to do it. On the lazy afternoons you weren't doing makeup but you were still on the clock, you found yourself snooping around the set in hope of getting a glimpse of Steve. It wasn't a tall order to blend in with the nameless PAs and set people, so you mostly went unnoticed, ducking behind corners and slipping into empty dressing rooms. Every time you saw Steve chatting with the guys with a beer in hand, or in the middle of a stunt if you were lucky, you had to hold yourself back from giggling like a teenage girl. However, it wasn't always that easy to get your fix.

This routine went on without any hiccups for about a week before a problem was presented. Filming was outside for a stunt involving the Three 6 Mafia, but the dense summer heat was pushed completely out of your mind as you peeked out from behind a white trailer. There, in front of all the cameras, was Dave, Bam, and Steve, filming some bit where Dave eats horse shit. All vomiting aside, the only thing you could see was how cute Steve looked in the little farmer’s outfit that the costume department whipped up. Sweat glistened on his skin under the midday sun as he took off his straw hat, using it to fan himself. It’s rare for a guy to be able to pull off the overalls no shirt look, but he certainly could. Damn.

But just as you were thinking about how you wouldnt mind shucking his corn, you accidentally made eye contact with Bam. Oh shit. There wasn't a way in hell that he didn’t see you. You hadn’t even noticed that you were steadily creeping out from your hiding place until you were far from the safety of the trailer wall, so, acting on prey animal instincts, you ducked behind the nearest object.

“Hmm?” It was only then that you noticed what you ducked behind was a man- Ryan, to be specific. God, if this could get any worse. Drink in hand, he just raised an eyebrow, looking down at the strange scene- you, crouching behind his foldy chair, “Makeup lady?” Oh, you were screwed. You could feel your fingers go numb as you panicked, your fight or flight instincts kicking in as you skirted away, your heart beating out of your chest. Ryan shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

It was embarrassing how flustered you got around Steve but you just couldn’t help it. You had a lot of time to mull over it before you came into work the next day and it was apparent; something had to happen or else you were sure you would spontaneously combust. The tension was killing you, but there was no way he’d pay you any mind. Immagine a celebrity like him dating- hell, going on a date- with some makeup artist he met on set. Be reasonable, you thought, cleaning off your brushes idly.

Steve strutted into the makeup trailer, cool as ever, “Hey! How’s my favorite girl doin’?” Your knees felt a little weak under you at his words, holding yourself up with one hand on the back of the chair as he sat down. His favorite. No, no, he didn’t mean it like that. No way he would. “I’m, uh- I’m good, yeah.” You hardly noticed the smirk on his lips as you hurried to distract yourself, busying your hands with your brushes to still their nervous shaking. This was not what you needed this early in the morning.

Suddenly, time froze as you heard the hard thwack of your elbow against the side of Steve’s face. Your jaw fell and you stumbled over your words, hurriedly apologizing at your absentmindedness, “O-oh my god! I am so sorry- I can’t believe-“ He was still a little stunned, the mark on his face reddening, when you realized that you had instinctively reached out, gently touching the soreness on his perfect cheekbone out of concern without realizing what you were doing. It was like lightning shot through your fingertips, traveling up your arm, and your face said it all. Steve just smiled that cute, boyish smile, making eye contact for just a second longer than a person normally would, “Hey, it’s cool. I don’t mind.” You felt the tips of your ears get hot as he winked at you, “But hell, you of all people know how’t touch it up.”

Taking a deep breath, you pushed down all your nerves as you cleared your throat and tried to sound confident as you grabbed something to cover up your blunder, “I really liked your performance yesterday.” It was a vain attempt at small talk, sure, but it was something. He looked up at you, “Oh, did you?” There was a funny tone in Steve’s voice- sweet and kinda teasing- that gave you butterflies in your stomach and made you wonder if you were really as sneaky as you thought you were being, “What part did’y like? The puking or me shovin’ stuff in my ass?”

God, how he laughed when Steve saw how embarrassed you got. Stuttering a bit, you tried to come up with an explanation, but he just waved you off, “Ah, I’m just fuckin’ with ya. But I mean, if you wanna watch sometime,” The euphemism wasn't lost on you and he could practically see the thoughts running through your head as he continued, “I could bring you to check out the set sometime.” All you could do was nod. Oh, he knew. And the worst part was he didn’t care.

Steve chuckled as you practically led him around the set. It was like you knew the place because, well, you did, but he pretended not to know about your little stalker activities. While you were busy, Jeff came up and tapped him on the shoulder, “Hey, dude. Rick needs you- something about that rake jump stunt.” And when you looked back from ogling some camera equipment, Steve was gone.

But from across the set, you met eyes with Chris who smiled at you with that dopey grin you’d seen so many times on tv. One week in and you were still getting starstruck. He walked over to you, striking up a conversation, “Hey, Y/N! You know what I heard?” Chris leaned in towards you like he was gonna tell you a secret, shooting a nod towards Steve as he was walking away, “I heard he’s awesome in bed. I mean, that’s what I’ve heard from the ladies.” You could tell that Chris saw this as a perfectly normal conversation topic, but you still got a little flustered, “O-oh, he is?” Chris nodded.

Sitting on camping chairs under one of those fold out tents you see at barbecues, Johnny and Bam watched from afar, cracking open cans of Miller High Life. Bam turned his head to one side like a dog, peering around Chris’ shoulder, “Looks like Pontius is tryin’t steal Steve’s girl.” Johnny chuckled, bringing his can to his lips, “Once he gets his claws in her there’s no way he’ll get her back. We oughta’ go interviene.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a blur of two men who you recognized as Johnny and Bam. Chris waved, “Oh, hey guys! We were just talking about how great Steve is in bed!” He gave Bam a nod, “Isn’t that right?” His eyes went wide for a second before he caught on, “Oh, yeah! He’s, uh- he’s great.” Johnny quirked an eyebrow from behind his sunglasses, “Have you slept with him, Bam?” It was like a Three Stooges bit as Bam rushed to cover his ass, putting his hands up, “No- no! I mean, I heard that he was good.”

“I mean, I’d get it from Chris, but I never expect that from you.” Ignoring Johnny’s teasing, he reached out a hand to you at the perfect time to formally introduce himself, “Hey, I’m Bam. I really like girls.” Eyes wide at all the action that was suddenly happening around you, you just nodded. You couldn’t decide if this was him hitting on you or not when you felt a protective hand on your shoulder as someone spoke from behind you, “Okay, guys. Get lost.” Jumping a little, you turned around and might as well have leapt ten feet off the ground. It was Steve. All the guys joked and dispersed as he spun you around, turning you to face him and that smile that always got to you, “They didn’t say anything bad about me, did they?” You fiddled with one of your nails, looking anywhere but his face as you joked back to try and ease the tension, “Oh, on the contrary!”

Steve smiled, leaning a little bit closer to you as the low tone of his voice slipped into nearly a whisper, “I’m gonna be honest with ya, Y/N. I really like ya.” The way that he could just go out there and say that with such confidence made you break a sweat, and you were practically glued to the ground you stood on as he nearly whispered into your ear, “Let’s get drinks sometime, yeah?” All you could do was nod in response.

#jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #chris pontius #steve o #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #steve o x reader #I used to be INCREDIBLY shy irl so Y/N’s behavior is partially based off of me! hehe

[thatanimewriter]

THIS, IS A WORK OF ART.

➳ request: Hello, can I request some headcanons for Free! boys' reaction when they see their s/o wearing revealing clothes? Soft or suggestive it's up to you. Thank you for doing my request 💘

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, ryugazaki rei, hazuki nagisa, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: swearing, suggestiveness, dumb tiktok references

➳ notes: i decided to tell this through stupid tiktok audios and then jump into what they actually do. this is fluff, crack, and suggestive so beware for chaos. this post will expose my tiktok fyp..

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.  

‘what on earth, is going on... in the house of commons?’

he probably came back from, like

a swimming practice

n he’s tired

he doesn’t have the mental capacity to comprehend this

and just... stares

like

you’ve genuinely broken him

but when he does return to earth

he puts his team japan swimming jacket over your shoulders

and continues to stare at you before asking you to just come to bed with him

with a small pout on his lips

and you can’t say no

so this outfit remains for his eyes only

though idk how much sleeping you’ll be getting tbh

── 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.  

‘i am calm... i am relaxed... i am a happy tree... YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD TO BE A HAPPY TREE >:((’

he’s trying just to keep it together

and you’re making it difficult

for him not to freak out

and ask you - very panicked - if you plan on going out like that

he’s not gonna stop you if you were

but he’s concerned for creepers on the street

and he doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable ;v;

he’s very much worried for your safety because he doesn’t trust others

you are indeed making it hard for him to be a happy tree

because you’ll send him into a spiral of anxiety

he can’t deny you look absolutely fucking amazing

so he does give you a lil extra attention

just a lil bit

to convince you to stay with him and the cats in the neighbourhood

── 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.  

‘it can get weirder. i just washed my hands, that’s why they’re wet... no other reason.’

THIS BITCH WAS READING SMUT

he looks between you and the book over and over again with a bright red blush

covers his face with said book

and is conflicted about whether he try to cover his crotch

or not draw attention to it

when you do point it out

S T U T T E R I N G

he cannot explain it to you coherently

if he does

it sounds so sketchy

and entirely unbelievable

because he failed to keep anything undercover

so here you are, wrapped in blankets he draped over you

lookin like a gremlin

── 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.  

‘on a scale of one to ten, my friend, you’re fucked :))’

he will 100% join you

playing dress up is his JAM

he comes back wearing a crop top and mini skirt

some thigh high socks (you don’t know where he found those-)

and takes his phone out to take photos with you

then he pushes you away to the bedroom-

to cuddle you to keep you from going out looking too good for the people

get your mind out of the gutter

but if you do want to go out somewhere like that

he’ll come with

just so he can say

‘they’re staring at US, babe’

what an icon

he would never let you do anything on your own

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.  

‘MOMMY DON’T KNOW DADDY’S GETTING HOT-’

the most sexual one

you’re not walking the next day

the FATTEST smirk you’ve ever seen

and a very husky murmur in your ear

plus some roaming hands

‘where do you think you’re goin?’

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

you’re done for

sorry not sorry

your neighbours hate you

he will ask you to wear it again

especially after you guys get a thorough session in

because he can see all the hickeys and marks along your skin

and this bitch is PROUD

what an attractive asshole

#free #free iwatobi swim club #nanase haruka #tachibana makoto #ryugazaki rei #hazuki nagisa #matsuoka rin #free x reader #free iwatobi swim club x reader #nanase haruka x reader #tachibana makoto x reader #ryugazaki rei x reader #hazuki nagisa x reader #matsuoka rin x reader #free imagines #free iwatobi swim club imagines #nanase haruka imagines #tachibana makoto imagines #ryugazaki rei imagines #hazuki nagisa imagines #matsuoka rin imagines

[mmelionsblog]

May Flowers || Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: sexual tension, make outs, breeding! kink, mention of sex

You were for certain positively Bradley was up to something either no good, or good at all. He was jittery through out the entire week before your big day; your birthday. You sigh as you watch him shake his leg. “Okay what is it?” You asked.

He looked over at you like a puppy. “Huh?” He tilted his head. “What is it? You’ve been acting weird all week!” You huffed. “It’s- it’s nothing baby, don’t worry.” He gave you a weary smile. You did not buy it at all. “Whatever you say hon. I’m gonna go talk to Phee now.” You got up from your spot of the bar, leaving with a pout.

Phoenix smiled as soon as you came over. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Bradley’s been weird all week! I don’t know what it is, but did something happen at work?” You asked her. She bummed. “Not that I know of, no. Maybe Hang-man’s just got to him this week? But they haven’t really encountered with each other so..” she ranted, shrugging.

You huff and place your hands underneath your chin. “Guys are so frustrating to deal with,” “tell me about it!” Penny yelled. You laughed at her comment. On the other side of the bar, bradley couldn’t believe what he heard. “How am I.. what?” He uttered out. “Is your girl getting tired of you already?” Hang-man smirked, throwing a dart and hitting bullseye. Rooster rolled his eyes. “She’s not.” He snorted.

After another twenty minutes at the hard deck, Rooster called it quits. He came over you, wrapped his arms from behind you and snuggled up. “Can we go home?” He whispered asked, kissing the side of your neck. “Can y’all do it at home?” Phoenix gagged. “Let’s go home lover boy.” You giggled, kissing his cheek and walking out after telling penny to tab him out.

Rooster swung you around in the parking lot, making you feel like the night when you’ve just met him all over again. “Oh baby, you make me so giddy sometimes.” Bradley spoke. You blush lightly, rising up from your tippy toes to match his height. Your arms flying to his neck to wrap around. “I love you,” you whisper kissing him softly. “I love you,” he mumbled into your lips.

He backed you up to his car door, placing his hands on either side of you on the window door. “We shouldn’t be doing this outside,” you giggle lightly. “What if I can’t wait till home?” He whispers, kissing your neck and leaving a wet trail. “Bradley,” you whined out. “Okay okay we’ll leave.” He opened your door for you, then ran to the other side to open the drivers side.

“So..” you started off. “So…” he trialed. “What’s really been going on baby?” You asked. “You’ve been so.. so off!” You yell. He looked at you at the red light. “Have I?” He whispered out. “Im sorry. I didn’t mean too. It’s just with your birthday coming up I’m nervous.. nervous to get your perfect present.” He confessed.

Your eyes widen. “Awe baby…” the light turned green, and his attention was on the road again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You apologize, assuming the worst of Bradley only through out the week to only realize he was nervous for your birthday. “It’s okay pretty girl. You don’t gotta sweat about it.”

You bite your lip. “I was rude-” he cuts you off. “Nuh uh, you had every right to act your way. I was being sketchy and you had every right baby.” He grabbed your hands and kissed your knuckles. You smile brightly at his actions.

The rest of the ride home was silent, and he helped you out the car. “I just wanna make love to you,” he whispered, his hands on your hips from behind you. “Let me make love to you. Let me have your babies..” he moaned into your neck, kissing slightly. Your eyes widen, as you both enter the bedroom to see may flowers all over.

Your favorite scented candles plastered all over, the lighting on. “Who turned on the candl…” you moaned slightly when Bradley touched that sweet spot. “Amelia. Got her to enter the house.” He muttered. Your eyes start to water. “Oohhh bradley,” you cooed. He threw you onto the bed.

You giggle slightly, as he jumped lightly ontop of you. “Let’s make some loving tonight,” he kissed your lips and then the night had went on with… activities.

#top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun #x reader #mavericks #miles teller

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Hi!! I just wanted to say first off that this is such a cute idea! I don’t usually do a lot of requests/asks but i could not pass this up!

-My name is Lara Lowry, I use she/her pronouns!

-I’m short (like 5’1”) and I have dark brown curly hair. i’m half irish and half nigerian so i look kinda mixed. i have really dark brown eyes that kinda just look black unless you’re really close or in the sunlight lol. i have olive skin, im kind of pale rn cause it’s winter!

- I am an ENFP-A and my enneagram is 2 if i remember correctly. i love very hard and get attached very quickly! my love languages are quality time and physical touch i think. I am somewhat outgoing but i love to be at home a lot too. I’m a cancer so im very emotionally charged and i wear my heart on my sleeve.

-i play the flute and piano, im in the wind symphony and orchestra at my university and i love it, but i also love to draw so im an art major! i enjoy theatre and singing. i love to write as well, i just wish i could be more motivated to do so. one of my dreams is to be a mother honestly and make a beautiful/loving home for my family!

-i really love a partner that is sort of grounding for me, like someone who can be my rock. (i am very codependent which is bad ik but definitely one of my flaws.) i love someone who is classy and gentleman like! i think chivalry is very attractive! i can be a little crazy sometimes cause i have ADHD so i also like someone who can be my calm counterpart but also be fun and crazy with me sometimes! ok this is very telling but i LUV gingers, they’ve always been my type. i also love me some scrawny white men lol.

-my b.o.b faves are definitely winters, liebgott, guarnere, webster… in that order :) so i would love to be shipped with any of them but honestly i love them all so i don’t mind!

i’m so excited for this and thanks! :D



Aaaaaa thank you so much for the request love!! 😁🥰

I ship you with…

Joe Liebgott!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - I Was Born to Love You by Queen

How y’all met

Ok so you were in Paris studying art and one day you were just vibing in an outdoor cafe doing some sketching

Liebgott was out with Luz and Webster just vibing on their weekend passes

Turns out they were at the same cafe!!

So you noticed the three of them hanging out and being Adorable so of course it’s sketchy sketchy time

You do this gorgeous picture of the three of them that just really captures the playful energy and happy vibes they were giving off

But Joe noticed you looking over and immediately is like wow she’s heckin cute

So he tries to catch your eyes every time you look up and he does a couple of times and just gives you THAT SMIRK YOU KNOW WHICH ONE and he can see you blush from his table and just thinks you’re SO CUTE

Joe decides to excuse himself for a second and saunters over to you, like, he needs to talk to you or else he’s gonna explode

“Couldn’t help but notice your pretty eyes kept looking over” he smooth talks as he takes the empty seat at your table

Before you can respond he sees your drawing and is just like

Jaw drop

Joe just drops all of his flirty smooth talking and in a sweet, honest voice, “you drew that? …that's how you saw me?”

Sweet boy just goes kinda quiet while staring at your drawing but he quickly snaps back to his senses, albeit a little frazzled

“Um, I’m Joe,” he says politely, stretching out a hand to you

Long story short he got a weekend pass to Paris any time he could and wrote to you every day

Lowkey you’d always put a little doodle on your letters back to him and he’d never admit it but all week he’d be looking forward to your letter and see what you drew this time

How he knew he loves you

So it’s one of the times when he got a weekend pass and y’all are having a picnic in the park just vibing and having a lovely time

All of a sudden a baseball comes rolling over to y’all and you notice a couple of itty bitty kids have started running over

You pick up the baseball and hand it to them and they start to apologize but you’re so sweet and they’re so stinking cute they just laugh and say thank you before running back to their game

Joe was sitting back watching the interaction and all he could see was you with a bunch of little Liebgotts

It just kind of hit him, he doesn’t want anybody else, you’re his person

As you’re coming back to sit down he takes your hand and just pulls you into his lap

Before you can protest he plants a soft, sweet kiss on your lips

“I’m in love with you, doll”

You can barely hear it but it still brings tears to your eyes

And you knew you found your person

A conflict and how y’all resolved it

So it’s after the war and you were back at home doing some sketches

It’s around the time Joe is supposed to be home but he’s still not home??

Finally you’re about to go to bed and Joe walks in the door

“Hey love! Long day at work?” you say, trying to mask your worry/relief as you give him a welcome home hug

“Yeah, something like that,” he replies half-heartedly as y’all go back and get ready for bed

This happens three more times in the week

You never get to see Joe, and when you do see him he’s too tired to talk

Not to mention the Intrusive Thoughts start happening

He can’t be seeing someone else…right?

So it’s finally the weekend and Joe has the day off

Or so you thought

You’re up and making coffee when Joe makes his way out

“Hey babydoll I’m gonna go try and get a few fares in,” he says casually, about to give you a goodbye peck on the cheek

Except all the worry and loneliness just kinda boils out of you

“Joey I haven’t seen you all week and now you’re picking up cab shifts on Saturday!?”

“Well I was just trying to make us some extra cash…”

“We’ve already paid our bills this month! Besides you could at least take today to be at home!”

The air is heavy while the two of you just stand there quietly

Joe has an anxious look in his eyes, looking everywhere but you as his hand comes up to the back of his neck

You notice and tears start welling up

“Tell me there isn’t someone else,” you’re barely able to make out without a sob accompanying your words

Suddenly Joe’s expression completely changes

His eyes immediately meet yours with shock and concern

“Baby is that why you think I’ve been out every night?”

You stay quiet and look down at the floor, unsure if you feel silly, embarrassed, frustrated, or some combination of the three

“Oh sweetheart…” Joe immediately comes over and wraps you up in a warm, tight hug

You let a few sobs escape as you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him

“You know I’d never do that to you love, shit there’s no one out there that even begins to compare to you,” Joe tells you in a quiet, sincere voice

“Then why have you been going out so much?”

Joe pulls away from the hug and looks down at the floor, almost appearing embarrassed

“I wanted to surprise you… I’m saving up for your birthday present.”

And you just ???? “What could you be getting that could need you to work so much?”

“I just always saw how you looked at pictures of Ireland and how you always say you’d like to go somewhere on a vacation…”

“Joey, are you saving up to take me there?”

“... I was saving up so we could fly first class and get a nice fancy hotel, you deserve the best…”

Now you start sobbing again but for a whole new reason

Joe looks at you again with concern when he hears you start crying again but you just take his face in your hands and give him the biggest kiss ever

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”

He winds up staying home that day ❤️

Your Happily Ever After

So y’all get married after the war and you move to San Francisco with your mans

You have twin girls who you both love to the moon and back

Your family is just as you pictured it and so much more - like it's so clear to everyone how much all four of you love each other

Every weekend you, Joe, and your girls are in the park trying something new

One weekend Joe is teaching them to ride bikes and helping them up when they fall

The next weekend they’re showing you the flowers that they drew cuz they wanna be artists like you

At the end of each day after you put the girls to bed you just sit on your couch with Joe and lean your head on his shoulder and life couldn’t be more perfect

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all always do family costumes for Halloween and it’s the best thing ever

One year you were superheroes

You and Joe were Superman and Wonder Woman and the twins were Batman and Robin

Another year you were Cruella and the three of them dressed as dalmatians

Nothing compares though to when the Easy Company Reunion fell on Halloween Weekend

So, unbeknownst to Joe, the three of you dressed as his friends for Halloween

Of course you dressed up as Webster

And the girls just begged to go as Uncle George and Uncle Joe

The only ones smiling bigger than Joe were Luz and Toye when they saw their mini me's

Joe keeps the picture from that Halloween in his wallet and another copy in his cab visor

aaaaaaaa this was so much fun to write!!! Thank you again for the ask Lara and for your patience 🫠 !!!!

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #band of brothers fanfic #ask #thicccqueyoongimin #hbo #hbo war #easy company #joe liebgott #joseph liebgott #my writing #emily shut up

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Game Night

Summary: Bang Chan has been your best friend since preschool, always living right next to you, windows barely a long stride apart. Now, at 19, Chan comes over to play a game. You, however, have other plans.

SFW Tags: Friends to lovers, childhood friends, Pocky game, truth or dare, snarky comebacks, afab reader, Chan is nervous, the reader is not, fluff

NSFW Tags under the cut!

NSFW Tags: sub!Chan, dom!reader, Chan is embarrassed for like 60% of this fic, a bit of dacryphilia, edging, pegging, vibrators, frottage (but only a little), cum eating (also only a little), begging, Chan is loud, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, discussion of wet dreams, masturbation following said wet dreams, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, nipple play, anal fingering, blowjob, prostate massage, a little degradation (Chan is called a slut a few times), praise

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You sigh, hiding a smile behind your book. The incessant tapping is a welcome distraction from history homework, so you swing your legs over the side of your bed and turn to the window, pushing the curtains aside.

Sure enough, Chan crouches on the ledge of your window, still tapping the glass like he'd forgotten he was doing it.

His hair is messy and damp, curling around his ears and neck. He'd let it grow out over the summer, and now it was almost brushing his shoulders. It was a nice look on him, you had to admit.

He's wearing your baseball t-shirt and a pair of fleece shorts you consider stealing. An eye for an eye, and all that.

"It's 2 am, Channie."

He just grins at you, tapping the window again, harder this time, as if to remind you of what to do.

You decide to be a bit difficult, sitting down on the small loveseat below the window. "I don't know, it's really sketchy for someone to be hanging outside my window. Do you have a weapon?"

Chan's grin somehow gets wider and he reaches for his pocket, which isn't a great response to that question.

Instead of a knife, though, he pulls out a rectangular box of Pocky, shaking it like someone would a bag of cat treats.

Well, you can't argue with that logic.

You reach up and unlatch the window locks, pushing it up and shivering at the cool autumn air.

"Hurry up asshole, it's cold." Instead of stepping in like a normal person, he ducks forward and rolls, hitting your legs and falling hard onto the floor, standing up with a flourish.

"Dance classes were a mistake. You're insane."

You shut the window and turn on him, hands on your hips with a disapproving glare.

This was what Chan called your "mom stare," and you couldn't really disagree with the name so you never protested it.

"What? Come on, that was cool."

You scoff and walk back over to your bed, stretching out on top of it. "More like risky and *loud.* My parents are going to think I'm being kidnapped."

Chan looks at the door warily for a moment, then shrugs and lies down, torso draped over your legs. "They're used to my bullshit. It's been what, 18 years now?"

"18 and 10 months, but sure."

You take the proximity to feel the fabric of the shorts, soft fleece just like you thought, and Chan yelps.

Hm.

You'd only meant to feel the fabric, and the easiest way of doing that was to run your hand over Chan's ass.

He turns to look at you, face red and confused, and you just hide your blush with a laugh.

"I'm stealing these shorts. They're soft."

He blinks at you a couple of times and then rolls off of you, walking back to the window to retrieve the box of Pocky.

That was weird, but you knew Chan would just move on to the next thing in seconds so you didn't bother dwelling on it.

"Um, so I was thinking earlier,"

"Never a good sign."

"Shush. Anyway, I was thinking about the Pocky game, and then I realized that I bought some today so I figured we could play."

You raise an eyebrow, pinning him in place with an appraising stare.

"The Pocky game."

"Yes."

He swallows hard, and you can't help but watch his Adam's apple glide up and down his throat.

"Okay."

You shrug and scoot back on the bed, patting the space in front of you.

"Let's play your game, Bang."

Chan smiles, but he's still jittery. You're curious why Chan brought this up at all, but you'll never pass up a chance to fluster him.

And, well, if the idea of being mere milliliters away from Chan's face, his *lips,* made your stomach flip then no one had to know.

Chan sits on the edge of the bed, still nervous, and you roll your eyes.

With a sigh, you reach over and grab Chan by the hips, pulling him further into the bed in one quick movement.

He *squeals,* eyes wide in surprise and you can't help but laugh at him. His face rivals your red bed sheets, and you're rewarded with a slap when you point it out.

"Jesus Christ, you're insane." He mutters, settling into a more comfortable position as you get out the last of your giggles.

"You're just mad I can pick you up so easily."

"You did not pick me up, you dragged me by my hips!"

You wave a hand, dismissing him and opening the box of Pocky with the other. "Tomato to-mah-to. I could if I wanted to."

He snatches the pocky out of your hands, placing it delicately between his teeth. "Let's just play, asshole." You roll your eyes and lean in, easily chewing the first few bites. He seems startled by your calmness, but he gets over it eventually and leans in as well, taking small bites until only a tiny bit was left.

You can feel his cool breath on your cheeks, soft and vaguely minty. You get the sudden urge to find out if he tastes minty as well, but the thought is quickly cut off by Chan jerking his head back, dropping the piece of candy, and covering his mouth, blinking hard, like he just got punched or something.

You swallow the last bit of the candy and smile, watching him try and come back to normality.

"That's one point for me."

He sighs, slowly pulling his hand away from his mouth, and looks up at you.

"This was a bad idea." He whispers, even as he places another stick between his teeth.

"Don't be a pussy, Bang. Come on, it's not fun if you chicken out right at the end."

He scoffs and his gaze steels, competitive spirit winning out over the embarrassment.

This round goes differently, mostly in the sense that Chan is an active participant. He starts eating first, and it doesn't take long before his nose is brushing yours, lips barely an inch apart.

You put a hand on his cheek to keep him still and he gasps, the determined look in his eyes shifting to fear. He stays motionless as you bite the last bit of the candy, taking advantage of his slacked jaw to swipe up the last bit with your tongue.

You're delighted to find out that he does taste like mint, along with the artificial chocolate from the candy.

You pull away but he stays put, face a sweet shade of red and eyes somewhat glossed over, like he was in a trance. There's something else there, too, something dark and vulnerable. It makes your stomach flip, but you ignore it in favor of making sure you didn't completely break him.

"Hello? Hello? Earth to Bang Chan?"

He blinks, and the glossy look leaves but the darkness only intensifies as he swallows hard, still staring right at you.

"...Chan?"

Then, the spell seems to break and he shakes his head, running a hand over his face.

"Sorry! Sorry, I just- I don't know what that was, actually, I'm sorry."

He looks down at the candy and sighs, looking away again.

"Maybe we should play a different game? I don't know why I thought this was a good idea, I'm sorry."

You narrow your eyes, searching for any trace of pain in his eyes. You've known Chan for almost all 19 years of your lives, you know his emotions better than your own.

So, you trust yourself when you come up empty, finding only embarrassment and a little bit of shame in his gaze.

"Relax, it's fine."

He bites his lip but nods, gaze still far away.

Satisfied, you shrug and get up off the bed, taking a stick of Pocky to munch on as you grab your box of truth or dare cards.

Truth or dare for you and Chan was a very structured affair. Instead of giggled questions that you came up with on the spot, over the years you've collected a healthy repertoire of truth or dare cards, added to whenever a good idea struck. Some of them have been shared and others were complete surprises, and that was the fun of it all.

You hand the set of "dare" cards to Chan and begin shuffling the "truth" ones, watching him do the same. The repetitive motion seems to calm him a little, and you're glad to see him a bit more relaxed when you deem them finished.

"Alright, truth or dare?"

He raises an eyebrow, "How come you get to ask first?"

"I won the Pocky game, duh. Now pick."

He huffs but doesn't protest, picking up a dare card.

"Oh, bold."

He flips the card over to read it and you can see his face go red, see the panic set in his eyes.

"Fuck."

"What is it, let me see!" You swipe the card out of his hands and he winces, watching your face anxiously.

Oh.

"Say every single thought that comes to your mind for the next 5 minutes. No exceptions."

You grin, not unlike the Cheshire cat, and reach for your phone to set a timer.

With 5 minutes on the clock, you planned to make the most of this fortunate little dare.

"Ah, Channie, what a fun dare! I wonder how you came up with it?"

He bites his lip and you think he's going to cry, but he relaxes after a second. "I-I like it when you call me Channie. A lot."

You blink at him, then smile and lean back on the bed. "Truth, Channie."

He curses again and hands you a card from the truth pile, face too red to speak properly again.

"What was the last dream you had? Explain it in detail, to the best of your ability."

Well, fuck.

The last dream you had was far from anything you wanted to discuss in front of Chan, particularly because it centered around him.

But, you weren't a pussy, and you hadn't established any sort of cop-out for this game, so you were obligated to answer.

"Damn. Well, I was fucking you against a wall."

Chan inhales sharply, stammering out multiple questions he aborts almost immediately.

"What? Me? Wait, fu- um, how?"

"Yes, you, that's what I said. And with a strap on, obviously." You ignore the heat creeping up your neck and continue, wanting to stay true to the game. "It was hot," You start, your voice lowering as you start to remember the dream, butterflies centralizing in your stomach. "You made these amazing fucking noises, so loud and whiny."

Chan whispers a curse and grips the sheets so tight his knuckles go white, and you continue. "And you pulled in the toy so well, like you were fucking made for it..."

"God damn it-" Chan says, and it's so close to a whine that you have to look up at him.

Chan was wearing shorts, but he might as well have been nude for how clearly you can see the hardness of his dick through the fabric.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry!" He blurts, panicked and so embarrassed you can see tears brimming his eyes. "I can't- I couldn't control it, and you kept talking and I-"

You raise a hand, effectively cutting off his words.

"I'm not finished, Channie. Listen, okay? Here's where it gets interesting."

He whimpers but stays silent, hands shaking.

"I had you held up on the wall, facing me, and I swear I could see your chest bouncing every time I pushed inside."

His breathing gets faster, eyes squeezed shut.

"Your face, fuck, I think I made you suck the dildo off beforehand because your lips were so swollen, so red and plump for me. Now that I think about it, you kind of looked like you do now." Chan's eyes snap open and you crawl over to him, cradling his jaw in your hands.

"Yes, just like this. All embarrassed, almost crying from how overwhelmed you are."

"Please." Chan sobs, leaning fully into your touch, and you smile.

"What do you need, Channie? Tell me."

He opens his mouth but nothing more than a groan comes out, so you rub his cheeks as encouragement.

"Come on, baby. You can do it, tell me what you want."

He shudders and reaches for your hand. "I want you to fuck me!" He blurts, immediately smacking a hand over his mouth.

He looks just about ready to cry, and you just can't have that.

So, you pull his hand away and and press your lips together, crawling fully into his lap and winding your arms around his shoulders.

He moans into the kiss, body relaxing in waves like your touch was enough to make him melt.

His hands are still holding the bedsheets, so you gently coax them out of his grip, intertwining your fingers instead. Like this, you can feel the way his hands shake, a steady tremor that spikes a little every time you push against his lips.

He's the first to pull away, pupils completely blown out with desire. It's a good look on him, you decide.

"Oh my god." He says, like a curse, before laughing and raising his free hand to cover his face.

"You're so hot, fuck. I can't believe this is actually happening."

You can't help but smile at him. He sounds like an inexperienced teenager, which was entertaining even if it was true.

It wasn't that Chan couldn't get people to date him—quite the opposite actually—it was just that he didn't feel ready to date or have sex yet.

Or, that was what he's told you.

It's all starting to make a little more sense now.

"Have you had dreams like that, Channie?"

His breath hitched and you know you've hit the nail on the head. "Have you dreamed about this? Sitting under me, so desperate and embarrassed but knowing I'll take care of you?"

He looks away, face so red you can feel the heat of it.

"No." He mumbles, near-silent, and you coo at him.

"Oh, beautiful. There's no need to lie. I've *seen you."

Chan snaps his head back towards you, eyes wide and alarmed. "What?"

You point at the window, right beside your bed. You wouldn't even need to get up to see him.

There had been multiple occasions where you'd notice Chan waking up, usually with quick jerky movements. Normally that meant he was having a nightmare, but after a few minutes of waiting he'd slowly trail a hand under his sheets, and if you were very very still you could watch him without his noticing. After all, your rooms were practically mirrors of each other, so your beds were barely a few feet apart. You could hear his whines, desperate to finish so he could go back to bed or embarrassed about it in the first place, wanting the situation over and done with as soon as possible.

Every single time you longed to open your window and climb over, but self-control kept you from doing so. You always teased Chan, your blunt attitude towards sex and intimacy something you used often to make him blush and giggle, but that was a line you weren't willing to cross.

It was already bad enough watching your best friend masturbate through his window, but he didn't need to know. Just like he didn't need to know you touched yourself as well, making sure to line up your orgasms so he'd be too preoccupied with his own pleasure to notice your desperate squirming.

Now, though, everything was out in the open. Chan knew, and he wasn't immediately calling you a pervert so that was a good sign.

"You've- oh. Oh my god, You've watched me."

His voice is surprised, aroused, and laced with a bit of hysteria, but he's not disgusted or angry.

"I'd watch your face through the window, imagining I was there under your blankets, making you moan and squirm like that."

He reaches for your arm, shaking, and you give him a moment.

"That is so fucking hot."

He rushes forward and catches your lips again, leaning back obediently when you press him down into the mattress.

"I watched you too," he says, voice a feverish whisper in between kisses.

"Oh? Would you watch me fuck myself on dildos, so hard I can't help but scream?"

Chan curses again and you feel his hips buck up, groaning. "And your vibrator. The blue one. I could hear it from my room, fuck it drove me insane."

Your laugh is sweet and soft as you sit up, pulling away from his lips entirely. You reach over to your bedside drawer and pull out the toy, waving it over his head.

It was easily your favorite toy, a gift you bought yourself for your last birthday. It wasn't too big, but the vibrations were enough to get you off without even putting it inside.

"This vibrator?"

Chan swallows hard and you smile as you turn it on its lowest setting, pressing the tip of it against your clit. The slight stimulation is lovely against you, just enough to take the edge off but still leave you coherent.

Chan whines underneath you, hand reaching out to hold your thigh. His eyes are glued to the vibrator, your wetness soaking through your shorts and onto his, making him shudder.

"Did you dream about this, too, Channie? Me, riding you, with this vibrator against my clit?"

"Please, please, please-"

Chan's eyes are big and wet, lips pulled tight between his teeth.

"Please what?"

Your voice is lower now as you turn the vibrator up, pressing it against Chan's dick and sitting on top of it again, smiling at the way he jolts. "Oh my god-"

He gasps and his eyes finally slide closed, breath catching as his entire body shakes.

"Fuck, fuck, oh my god, I'm gonna- fuck!"

Chan's back arches and he lets put a high whine, face shoved against the pillows as his hips buck and twitch against the vibrator.

You move it out of the way, just to see the dark patch form on his shorts as he shudders and moans.

He doesn't protest when you pull off his shorts and boxers, exposing his cock to the cool air.

Fuck, Chan has a pretty dick.

Long and thick and veiny, intimidating even half soft. It's mostly instinct for you to lean in, sucking the tip into your mouth and licking him clean.

"Ah! Wait, wait, fuck-" Chan squirms, hands fluttering from your shoulders to your hair.

He eventually settles on your hair, burying his fingers into it and holding on for dear life as you lick up every drop of cum from his cock and hips.

When you finally decide that he's clean, you pull away and reach for the drawer again.

Lube, a condom, and the main course: your strap-on harness.

You bought it mostly out of curiosity, never having the chance to actually break it out. Giddy excitement rushes through your veins as you climb off of Chan's lap, dropping your shorts to slide it on.

"If you like my vibrator so much, I'll make sure you can feel it properly, okay?"

Chan sits up, eyes still hazy but intense as he watches you climb back onto the bed.

"Please. I want to feel it."

You climb over him, pressing wet kisses down his neck and collarbones. He raises his arms when you tug at his shirt, sliding it off of him in one quick moment.

You'd never get tired of looking at him, and that was a fact.

Smooth, toned muscles, pulled tight with the effort Chan's using not to buck his hips.

He's flushed down to his pecs, sweet pink nipples just begging to be touched.

You do just that, catching one of his nipples in your mouth as you spread some lube onto your fingers, wrapping slowly around his cock.

He moans, back arching up into your mouth while his hips buck as well, breaths shuddering with every stroke.

The slide is heavenly, both for you and Chan, feeling his warm skin against your hand and how it pulses and twitches when you turn your hand just right.

"Please," he hisses, breath catching when you drag your palm over the tip.

"Please what, honey?"

"Anything. Please, just- just more."

More. Alright, you could do more.

You slide your hand down, dragging a few fingers down his shaft and over his balls, smiling at the way he jumps.

You add a bit more lube as your finger traces his rim, eyes glued to his.

He doesn't seem uncomfortable, just confused, so you slide down fully and begin kissing his hips and thighs, slowly pressing the pad of your finger against him.

"Relax. I've got you, just breathe."

He does just that, taking a deep breath and holding it before breathing out in a steady huff.

"Good boy," you whisper, sliding your index finger inside. He shudders, entire body held taut for a moment as he adjusts.

"Oh..." He starts to squirm, hips shifting experimentally as you press in deeper, slow and steady.

"Fuck, that feels..." Chan's voice is breathy and thin, just on the edge of shaking.

"I'm going to move now, yeah? Just relax."

He hums, eyes slipping closed.

You start up a slow pace, pressing in just a little bit deeper with every thrust.

"Shit-" he groans, back arching up when you push in particularly deep.

His heavy breaths shift into moans, low and soft.

"I can, I can take another. Please, another."

You smile, kissing his thighs as you work in a second finger, slowing down again to help him get used to it.

He starts to squirm again, but his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes look more annoyed than pleased.

"What's wrong? Do you need me to slow down?"

Chan opens his eyes fully, already shaking his head before you even finish speaking.

"No, it's just- um... I mean, everyone always says this feels... Amazing? And it... Doesn't."

He bites his lip, gaze fixed on the sheets. "I mean, it's good, but... I don't know, I'm sorry."

Your hand stills as a smile spreads over your face, leaning up to whisper into his ear.

"Well, that could be because I'm intentionally avoiding the spot that's gonna make you see stars."

Chan gasps, eyebrows furrowing as he squirms again. "What? Why?"

"I don't want you to cum too soon. You're so easy it wouldn't take much."

He shoves his head against the pillows, trying in vain to hide the bright blush on his cheeks.

"Aw, don't worry. Here, I'll show you what it'll feel like, okay?"

You curl your fingers, pressing them in as deep as they'll go and pressing right up against the top of Chan's walls.

He jolts, one of his legs bending up to wrap around your hip.

"Ah, there it is."

He whines, thighs tensing as you push your fingers harder against the little bundle of nerves.

Harsh moans and whines fill the room as he throws his head back, heel digging into your hip as he shudders against the pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fucking shit-" chan's dick is already twitching, hips pushing up and squirming from side to side as you press against him harder, not even thrusting anymore, just massaging the spot.

"Oh my god, fuck, fuck!"

Chan's face scrunches, entire body tensing, and you slide your fingers out.

Chan yells, hand shooting out to hold your wrist as if he could guide it back where he needed it.

"You bitch!" He snaps, and in any other situation it might seem a bit intimidating, but now, with Chan stretched out on your bed and covered in sweat, shaking like a leaf from a little edging, you can't help but laugh at him.

"Don't be rude, I could do it again." Chan promptly shuts his mouth, and you lean in to kiss his nose. "Good boy. Get on your hands and knees, yeah?"

Chan moves immediately, rolling over. He grinds his hips a little against the mattress, but it's so cute you don't say anything about it.

"I'm going to fuck you now, okay? Don't cum unless I tell you to."

The word unless instead of until makes Chan's stomach drop, but it's quickly chased away by something hard and slick pressing against his rim.

You go slowly, easing in the toy with tiny thrusts to get him used to it.

He's pretty quiet as you finally bottom out, only releasing a pleased sigh when your hips press flush against his ass.

The air is thick with the smell of sex and the sound of his heavy breaths, shifting his weight from one knee to the other to try and get used to the sensation.

"You can... You can move." His voice is muffled by the bedsheets, soft and somewhat slurred, but you just smile and massage his thigh.

"You're taking it so well, Channie." You slide the toy out and back in with little resistance, a proud little smile growing on your lips with how well he's relaxing.

"Fuck," Chan's voice is lower, and you have to strain to hear him over the sound of the lube.

"So good for me. It's like you were just born to take my cock."

He whines at that, pushing his hips up to meet your thrusts halfway. "Desperate, aren't you? My cute little slut."

His hips jolt and he reaches back blindly for something to hold on to.

You lean forward and catch his hand in yours, pinning him down even further as you pick up the pace. A deep guttural moan escapes him then, followed by a whine, and you want to record him somehow, imprint the noises he's making into your mind. You knew everything about Chan, everything but this, and you're eager to fill the gap in your knowledge.

"Faster, please, please faster, I need it-"

You obey, snapping your hips faster against his, nails digging into his ass to keep him still as you speed up.

Chan's arms finally give out and he falls forward, face buried into the blankets as he sobs against the force of your thrusts. You let go of his hand and grab a fistful of his hair, turning his head to the side. "Let me hear you, baby. I want to hear you scream."

Chan's face twists up and he looks about ready to cry, shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm and he's close, you can see it.

"Oh, are you close baby?" He nods, a tiny movement, but you didn't need him to confirm anyway. "Please." He sobs, tears finally sliding down his cheeks and onto the sheets.

"You've been so good. I think it's time for your reward, yeah?"

He opens his eyes, confused, but you just smile as you reach down, slowing for a moment to switch on the vibrator.

Chan's eyes widen, hands scrambling for something to grip onto as he screams, only barely muffled by the pillow he bites down on. You're not even moving and he's already falling apart, cursing and whining, tears falling like raindrops and soaking your pillow.

Something in you thrills at the sight, seeing just how easily you can make Chan so desperate he cries, falling apart at the slightest movement.

"Cum, please, please I'm gonna- fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

His words are slurred and frantic, back arching beautifully as he approaches his high.

"Do it. Come all over yourself for me, just from me fucking you."

Chan goes completely silent for a single second, then he's shouting, loud and unmuffled and you're sure he's going to wake your neighbors but you can't be bothered to care. Not when Chan looks so gorgeous, so overwhelmed, so hot. He cums in steady spurts, coating your sheets with ivory white.

You pull out slowly. Chan's murmuring, little curses and moans half-buried by the pillow. He looks absolutely cum drunk, drool trailing down his chin and eyes unfocused.

He still hasn't moved by the time you return with a damp towel, but he whines a little when you start to clean him up. You help him lay down and he starts coming back to reality, eyes refocusing as you retrieve his shorts and help slide them back on.

"Jesus Christ." He whispers, voice ragged, and you smile.

"Good?"

He snorts, shooting you an unimpressed look.

"I literally can't feel my legs. I think it was a little more than good."

You're giggling as you press your lips together, chest warm as he melts fully into it, leaning back against the bed again.

He cringes immediately though, scooting away from the obvious wet spot in the middle of the bed.

"Um... Oops?"

You laugh, scooping up a small bit of the cum and sucking on your fingertip, smiling at Chan's reaction.

His mouth drops open and he reaches out a hand but doesn't do anything with it, just leaves it hovering in the air until he drops it, lost.

"Stop that, I can't get hard again so soon!"

He rolls his eyes and moves to stand up, only to fall flat on his ass with a sharp thud.

"Son of a bitch!"

Well, if you're parents weren't up already they definitely were now.

"Oh my god, we're gonna be in so much fucking trouble," you say, trying to sound frantic but it's difficult when you're giggling so much it's hard to breathe.

"My room, my room!"

Chan stands up, a wild grin on his face, and you know the only reason why he's not falling again is because of adrenaline.

You hold him by the hip anyway, helping him out the window before climbing out yourself, shutting the curtains just in case.

You both collapse onto Chan's bed, a pile of limbs and laughter, and the sun is peeking over the horizon by the time you finally settle down.

You fall asleep in each others arms, legs tangled together, and you suddenly understand all those cheesy quotes about home.

They're right. Home is where the heart is, and your heart is right here, sleeping soundly with a smile on his face.

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Notes: This was absolutely not meant to be this long, but I'm happy with it! Let me know if you gous liked this, feel free to send asks or replies or dms!

Tags: @sunnyville36

#stray kids #bang chan #skz chan #skz chan x reader #writing #sub!skz #dahlia writes #chan #chan smut

[hazelnut-u-out]

i've been neglecting morty in my fics lately, so i tried my hand at writing him again.

just something short and sweet to play around with, plus some effort to explore a few other characters!

anyway, ao3 link here! full text below the cut. :)

'Choosing to Sabotage Your Social Life'

2400 words

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Morty tightened his grip on the steering wheel, that familiar vortex pulling at the inside of his ribs and aching his stomach. 

Anger. 

It was budding from annoyance. He had to be honest, he’d been angry since his phone had rang an hour ago, and even angrier when he’d realized Rick had locked the portal gun in his safe. 

There was a whoosh and a slight jolt as the ship entered the asteroid’s artificial atmosphere, marked by a distinctive layer of thick cobalt clouds. 

“Arrived: Asteroid 3-D89,” the ship’s AI said flatly. “If anyone cares, that is.”

“Jeez, man,” Morty huffed, tapping his left foot with irritation. “I’m not Rick. You don’t have to be so harsh.” 

“Try not to take it personally. I’m programmed with a predisposition to conversational flippancy.” She still sounded annoyed, but Morty was beginning to think it was her default. 

“Whatever. Thanks for the directions.”

Morty squinted, trying to get a feel for the parking situation the best he could in the flashing neon haze. 

These sorts of things always made him nervous. He’d only been to this bar one other time, and Rick had been driving. Morty still wasn’t sure why they’d gone there, but he’d chalked it up to some sort of sketchy space drug deal. Most of Rick’s shit was like that– or close enough that he could get an idea of what was going on by picturing that scenario in his head. 

One visit– especially one where he hadn’t driven– wasn’t enough to be comfortable with the location, and his chest swelled with anxiety. There were a lot of variables he couldn’t account for. 

He brought his right thumb to his mouth, gnawing on the edge of the nail. 

Morty thought most people must feel bigger when this far above everyone else. He knew Rick did. He assumed that when everyone looked so tiny and you were already a raging narcissist, it was hard not to feel more important.

Morty felt smaller up there, though— especially when he was alone. 

The asteroid wasn’t anything impressive, literally just a mid-sized building and a parking lot large enough for twenty-five to thirty crafts at most. The horizon was the edge of the bar’s flat roof. It was rosy pink in some parts, and dark violet in others. Probably just peeps of the light mostly obscured from the three-star center of this system this time of their solar cycle. It was nearing the season change for the outer belt. The gas giants were shifting to let those blushing swathes of light reach the outskirts. 

Morty caught a glimpse of two aliens sharing what looked to be something like a cigarette at the far end of the lot. 

Still no space.

His stomach hurt. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” Morty breathed out, finally noticing an empty spot near the front right of the establishment. Relief let his shoulders fall as he pushed his hips forward. 

He positioned the ship above the space, reaching out and pressing his index finger against the auto park button.

He had to admit, it did come in handy.

Morty sighed as the ship began to lower itself slowly, bringing his hands up to cover his face. Finally– a moment to collect himself in silence. 

He sat there, a few long breaths hissing past his tense fingers and warming his cheeks, before shifting to pull out his phone. The lights outside gave a tacky overcast to the whole scene. 

He scrolled, finding his chat thread with Squanchy and typing out a quick message:

‘send him out, thx :)’

Morty stared blankly at the screen. He felt sick. 

He wasn’t ready for whatever drunk Rick was about to do or say.

“Ugh.” He pressed the home button and opened Instagram, scrolling through the explore page numbly. He thought about queuing up a playlist, but he’d probably be too overstimulated to drive and listen to music with Rick in the passenger seat. 

There was a tap at the window. Morty started, turning his head quickly and throwing his phone across the ship as he met Squanchy’s apologetic gaze. 

“Shit,” the teen muttered, plastering on an awkward smile and rolling the window down sheepishly. 

“‘Sup, kiddo?” Squanchy said softly, rubbing his elbow and lowering his eyes. 

“Nothin’ much, man!” Morty replied. “H–Hey, thanks for calling me. I wouldn’t have wanted you guys to be stuck with him.”

“Ah, no worries, buddy.” Squanchy laughed, but reached out and gently placed a warm paw on Morty’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Look, I’m really sorry you had to come all the way out here. I know it’s a school night on Earth and all, and you shouldn’t have to be dealing with this sorta shit.” 

Morty didn’t know why, but he felt a lump in his throat. He swallowed it down, leaning into the kind touch a bit. 

“Don’t be silly. My parents hardly notice when I’m gone,” he said, bringing a hand up and resting it on the other’s paw. “Where is the old fart, anyway?”

“Uh…” Squanchy pulled his arm back, that apologetic look creeping onto his expression once again as he rubbed the back of his neck. “He said to tell ya he’d be a minute, and that you could come in and watch him if you wanted. I told him you’d probably say no, and that they don’t let kids in here.”

Morty quirked an eyebrow. “Watch him do what, exactly?”

“Karaoke… Sort of. It’s more squanchin’ at this point.” The words came out with an uncomfortable twinge. 

“Oh,” Morty said, more flatly than he’d meant to. “Just… tell him I’ll be in the car, yeah?” 

“I’ll let ‘em know,” Squanchy said, turning. Morty reached to roll the window back up before his grandfather’s friend turned back around. “Sorry, again. Let me know when you guys make it home, yeah?”

“It’s really no problem, but sure thing, dude.”

Morty rolled the window up the rest of the way. 

It was a few more minutes before a large, burly-looking turquoise alien came out, grasping a flailing Rick at the shoulders with a sturdy set of tentacles. Morty took a breath to steady himself— trying to remind himself how to look normal— and hopped out of the car, his slippers making a gentle sort of ‘clack’ sound on the pavement. 

He was suddenly very aware of his matching yellow pajama set. They probably thought he was ten years old! 

“Over here!” The boy waved one arm over his head, motioning for the creature to deliver his grandfather to where he stood. 

The alien acknowledged him with a kind nod, tucking the old man in on one side and adjusting his trajectory slightly to their left. 

“Thanks for bringing him out, sir,” Morty said bashfully as the creature got close enough to hear. He gestured for him to follow, walking around the ship and opening the passenger side door. “You–You can put him in here if you want.”

“Don’t thank him, you little dick,” Rick slurred with a hiss, spittle flying out when his teeth touched. “Asshole pulled me o–off stage in the middle of an encore.” 

“Morty, right?” The alien asked, ignoring Rick and placing him on the seat. He leaned in and secured the buckle, much to the elder’s physical protest. 

His syntax was sort of clicky and had a rasp to it that Morty found quite pleasant. 

“That’s my name!” Morty said, throwing out a little finger gun in a desperate attempt to seem casual, immediately regretting it. 

“Mooooorty,” Rick whined. “I said do–” 

A tentacle reached out and slammed the door, cutting the old man’s sentence short.

Okay, yeah. Morty really liked this guy. 

“Your grandpa here talks a lot about you. I hear you’re a pretty smart kid,” he said, closing two of his four eyes in what Morty assumed was a rough approximation of a wink. 

“Pffff, nah,” the kid said, waving one hand dismissively. 

“Whatever you say, little guy. Well, have a safe trip home!” The kind stranger trilled, heading back towards the opening of the bar. 

“Yeah, you too!” Morty chirped in response, making a mental note to punch himself for it later. 

“That was real rude of you, Morty ,” Rick snapped when Morty climbed back into the driver’s seat, hissing his grandson’s name as if it were a curse word. 

Morty sighed, clicking his belt buckle into place and twisting the key. 

Angry drunk it was, then. 

“What was?” Morty inquired, lifting the ship from the ground. “Car, could you pull up some directions to get us home, please?”

“Sure, yeah, of course,” the ship replied, displaying a little map with a yellow point to indicate their current position. She spoke slowly, almost as if she’d made a conscious effort to sound pleasant. 

It didn’t work.

“Thank you.” 

Morty made a point to thank her when he remembered to. 

“Not comin’ in t–to watch me perform. You wonder why no one likes you, but… but maybe it’s because you don’t even try,” the elder grumbled, bringing his knees up to hug them and pressing one cheek against the glass.

The ship punched a second hole in that layer of plush clouds and the blur of stars started to lull past them. 

“Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry for coming to pick you up at 3 a.m.” Morty gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. “I have a math test in the morning, you know.”

Breathe. 

“I’m jus–just sayin’, buddy. If you wanna have a social life, you’ve gotta make an effort.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure hanging out in some sleazy bar with a bunch of senior citizens would’ve really opened some doors for me in that department. Thanks, Rick.” Morty rolled his eyes.

“Morty, I don’t know a single alien culture as uptight about aging as humans.” 

“Good to know,” Morty said, trying his best to shake off the animosity he held and be amicable. He didn’t feel like spending the whole ride arguing, “Did you have a nice time? It must be nice to see old friends.” 

He thought maybe he tended to expect the worst with these kinds of things, often getting angry before there was much to be angry about. After all, in terms of Rick doing fucked up shit, this was a notably tolerable level of fucked up.

“Yeah, it was nice. You tend to see friends when you’re actually able to make them,” Rick replied, scoffing. Morty flinched. “Can I ask ya something?” 

“Shoot,” Morty said, checking his blind spot.

It was pointless. Space was painfully empty, but Jerry had argued with Rick about it during a lesson once and his brain had latched onto the idea of something being there— not that there was even a need to merge. He just made sure Rick never caught him glancing. 

“Do I have a vibe about me?” 

Morty raised a brow, not able to stop himself from smiling at the humor in the question. “Uh, I’d say yeah. Everyone does. That’s how vibes work.”

“But I… I—I mean, like, a safe vibe that makes people think I’m a good listener,” Rick clarified, looking comically earnest. “Like a, uh… therapist vibe, I guess?”

Morty let out a deep laugh at that one, much to his grandfather’s bewilderment. He abandoned the wheel to clutch his stomach. Wiping away a tear, he wheezed out, “No. I’d— ah… I’d say you’re good on that one. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten the vibe that you wanted to listen to me.”

“Well,” Rick said, pouting and crossing his arms with a huff. “I think all the lonely old drunks in there would’ve disagreed.” 

“Oh, really ?” Morty teased, giggling again. 

“Yes!” Rick said, seeming to miss the sarcasm in Morty’s playful retort. “Had some weird lady come up and tell me her brother died in some accident the other day. I don’t even have any siblings!” He threw his hands in the air for dramatic effect, looking more like a wrinkly child in a disheveled lab coat than a live-in grandpa of two. Morty stifled another laugh. “D—Do I look like a guy that could relate to that? What do you even say to something like that as an only child?!” 

“Maybe you just look like a sad drunk,” Morty offered, shrugging. “Or maybe it was the charming karaoke that made you seem so open-minded and approachable.” 

“Eh.” Rick tried to shrug, but slumped forward too quickly, bouncing his head off the dash. Morty winced on his behalf. “You ruined the whole night, though. Had to tell ‘em I had to go because you—you didn’t wanna come in and spend time with your grandpa. Fu—Fuckin’… family and your generation don’t mix.” 

Morty felt that familiar itch beneath his skin— that incessant irritation begging to bubble out of him and grab Rick by the throat. 

“I dunno why you say these things,” Morty grumbled through clenched teeth, his back straightening. “I just wanted to be helpful. That bar wouldn’t have let me in, anyway. I’m in my pajamas .”

“I mean, think about it,” Rick said mockingly. “At least her brother died in a way she couldn’t control. You left your sister to die. We’re one and the same, buddy— you and me.” The elder threw a hand out on his shoulder, shaking the teen so hard that the ship rocked with them. “Deadbeats.”

Morty didn’t know if the tears were from anger, grief, guilt, or that ever-constant pit in his chest he could never quite fill up, but he let them slip out silently, anyway. 

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“What did you say to her?” Morty asked, barely audible, after a bit. 

“Hm?” Rick hummed, now reclined and nearly comatose on his back, wrapped in a tight swaddle he’d clumsily fashioned from his own lab coat. “Who?” 

“The lady whose brother died. What’d you say to her?” 

He didn’t really know why he cared what Rick had said. He thought, maybe, he just wanted to know if he’d have done something different. 

“Oh. I told her to fuck off,” Rick slurred matter-of-factly. “Did her a favor. Ya can’t expect the universe to baby you. We all lose something to it.” 

“Huh,” Morty breathed, feeling a bit lighter. “I would’ve offered her a hug,” He thought out loud. “I would’ve listened.” 

Rick snored. Morty listened.

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#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #my fics

[lostgirl677]

Revenge Part.2

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Part.1

Part 3

Summary:   Y/N and the Winchester brothers are on the trail of a mysterious werewolf, but who knows where this may lead them? Another successfull hunt or a more serious mess?  

“So, you mean that there is an entire book series about you?” I asked, completely dumbfounded. Sam and Dean looked a bit embarrassed “Well, yeah. But Chuck wasn’t aware that we actually existed when he wrote the books.” That was a lot to process, less than when I joined the life of course, but goddamn! I needed to find those books, for sure. Then realization strucked me. ”That means that thousands of people read about not only your adventures but also Dean’s hookups? I think I’m scarred for life.” This earned me a good laugh from Sam who put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and a big frown from Dean who smacked his hand from him.“What? It’s not Casa Erotica worthy either, don’t exaggerate. And thousands of people, really? You are flattering Chuck.” I just rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Dean. Just now tell me how you ended up at the first Supernatural Convention.” Dean had a huge grin forming on his lips while Sam stopped laughing and a “Don’t you dare” look in his eyes. Which made Dean smile even more. “It was around three years before we met you. We received a SOS message from Chuck, but apparently, Sam’s girlfriend just wanted to see him.” If looks could kill, Dean would have been killed by Sam.“Sam’s girlfriend?” I asked. “She’s not my girlfriend! Listen,  Becky is a huge fangirl…’ “So, her name is Becky. Well,well, well” I interrupted him, making Dean chuckle. “Stop laughing! Alright. So she sent us a message, pretending to be Chuck and tricked us to participate at this stupid convention.Thankfully in a way, since this place was haunted we were able to save people there.” “With the help of a couple who were cosplaying us.", continued Dean. “Okay. So I have a question. This guy, the werewolf, obviously knows about you and will go to a Supernatural Convention. Is it me or everytime a convention takes place, a trap is directly set for you? Don’t tell me it doesn’t sound like a sketchy trap. Plus, everyone will have a costume. It’s evident that this guy will make a massacre without getting caught. What if  it was part of a plan  to let us live in the barn and he left us a bait to find him again?” I asked, anxious. Dean and Sam seemed deep in thinking. “Y/N has a point. But why? Do you really think this guy has more beef on us?” asked Dean. “Maybe, since we have enemies everywhere. But don’t forget that it could be even more dangerous for Y/N since she killed his son.” added Sam. I took on a deep breath. Wow, this was official, I really hated werewolves.”Okay. So we have a mastermind werewolf on hand and a convention about your life.The next week is going to be interesting to say the least.” Dean took my shoulders in an embrace and told me “It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry, we are here, sweetheart.” I felt warmth on my cheeks as his breath fanned on my skin. I hated being that silly when it happened, but I couldn’t help it.“Thank you.” I tried really hard to hide the blush that formed on my face and it earned me a look from Sam. He knew about my crush on his brother since the day I saved Dean from a vampire. And I knew he’ll never let me in peace ever since. “Well folks, prepare your stuff. We’re going.’ said Sam, clapping his hands together.

I went straight to my room and put my duffle bag on the bed. And I began to rummage through my drawers. While digging through my mess I felt something cold that entangled itself in my fingers. When I took my hand out of the  clothes I found my old heart-shaped silver locket that I thought was lost for so long. When I opened it, I felt tears in my eyes. It was the last picture I took with my best friend, my only ‘family’ left. I sat on the floor and tried to not cry. Then I heard someone opening my door. “Hey Y/N, I thought you would like… You okay?” It was Dean’s voice. I turned my head and saw him with a plate of waffles and a concerned look. “Yeah, I just found my locket and it brought so many memories that I thought were…” Dean crouched next to me and landed his free hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m sure Ethan was awesome. And that he was super proud when you helped us to kill that demon.” I could never forget that demon who possessed Mandy, our roommate.It killed Ethan right before my eyes and I couldn’t do a thing to help him. To this day, I didn’t know why it killed him and left me. Dean and Sam helped me a lot through the whole “Survivor’s guilt” thing. They were practically experts in that area. “Wanna some help putting the necklace on?” asked Dean, bringing me back to reality. “Sure, thanks.” I felt Dean gently taking my hair to the side and he took my necklace in hands to put it around my neck. “Done. So you want waffles or am I doomed to eat them by myself?” He asked, earning him a small smile from me. “ I take that as a yes.” He said and sat next to me. I always enjoyed this kind of moment with Dean. Just him and I, sharing whatever food the other brought and talking about whatever subject as if our life wasn’t a giant mess.

About an hour later, we were all packed,  ready to leave the bunker and to head straight to San Francisco. When Dean took place behind the wheel, he threw me a glance and started the engine. “Sam, Y/N, are you ready?” Sam and I nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.” He started one of his mixtapes and drove out of the garage. The drive was long since California is quite far away from Kansas.Dean and Sam kept bickering about the music again. I always was deep in my thoughts in those kinds of moments. “Let’s ask Y/N’s opinion about the next mixtape, then.” I jumped when I heard my name and made eye contact with Dean in the rearview mirror. “Y/N, what would you like to listen to? Some classic Rock or some crappy pop song that Sam likes?” Without a thought, I said “Classic Rock all the way.” Told you!” cheered Dean .“Damn right, I should have known.” said Sam in an exasperated tone. I blew him a raspberry and enjoyed the song.

Timeskip

When we finally reached San Francisco it was already dark outside. Sam was sound asleep and Dean and I kept a quiet conversation with music in the background.”I think I found a motel.” said Dean, while the sign of a crappy motel was visible not that far from us. When Dean parked the car, he awoke Sam. “Wake up drooling beauty” Sam opened one eye and hummed. “No I’m serious Sam, you drooled all over the seat. Get Up! We’re at a motel. I’ll go check us into a room and you’ll help Y/N with the bags.” Sam woke up completely and got out of the car. In no time, we were in our room. There were two beds. “Who do you share with, this time?”  asked Sam. “What about you guys sleeping together and I take a whole bed for myself?” I said. “In your dreams, princess. You already slept with Sam, you know that he is a kicker and that he snores a lot.” said Dean with a smile, knowing that it wasn’t even remotely true but it was funny. “Fine, I’ll share with Dean.” Dean gave me a wink. “Good call, leave the kicker alone. But the next time Dean has an ‘embarrassing’ dream, if you know what I mean, don’t even consider begging to come with me.” said Sam and Dean’s face changed. “Hey! I’m a gentleman, I never dared to have this kind of dream when I share the bed with Y/N.” And the bickering was on again. I took advantage of it to take a shower first.

We spent the following days searching whether there were werewolf attacks in the area but apparently the guy kept a low profile. Then the convention day finally arrived. I saw Dean taking a deep breath and Sam seemed ready to run away. I decided to speak ‘So, I saw that a certain Samlicker81 was the  organizer of this convention.” I couldn’t hold a little laugh at the pseudonym. As if the simple mention of the name summoned her, a little blond woman appeared out of nowhere and I saw that Sam was about to sprint away. “Hey, Sam! You came! I knew you could not stay away from me that long!” she said, literally clinging to him. “H...Hey Becky!” said Sam in a forced tone. Dean and I exchanged a look. So this is Becky… Interesting. “She is worse than Beetlejuice.” I whispered to Dean and he nodded. When she finally left Sam alone she turned to us. “Hey Dean. And you must be Y/N. I’m so sorry about your friend.” her expression shifted from sadness to complete joy. “ I’m so glad you guys decided to stop by!” I wasn’t listening anymore.How did she know me and about Ethan?  I got a bit away from the boys and that’s when I saw them. A group of girls dressed like me. Some had wigs and colored contact lenses and some with a replica of my necklace. They were all different and gorgeous. One of them noticed me. “Oh girl! I love your cosplay. You really got Y/N’s energy with that outfit! Guys! come here, look at her!” I didn’t even notice that even guys wore the same kind of outfit as me. I smiled at them and complimented them as well. When I found Dean and Sam I could not help but ask “How did that Becky girl know about me?” “I think Chuck didn’t hold his promise and kept writing. I'm gonna kill him!” said Dean. “As much as I agree with you, we’ll have an army of fans after us if you land as much as hand on him.” said Sam. “Guys, I think you’re forgetting why we’re here in the first place.” “Yeah, Y/N is right. Remember that he can be any tall guy around here and that he is probably in a disguise.Let’s split up.”

While I was on my own, I found other cosplayers and spoke a bit with them. If there wasn't any danger, I’m sure I would have enjoyed talking with them. They were really interesting people. I saw many people dressed as monsters we fought but I didn’t see any guy that could fit the profile of the werewolf. It was frustrating. Ifinally spotted Dean and Sam near the bar, the real ones. Sam was apparently enjoying a Bitch cocktail while Dean was drinking his Jerk cocktail. “Hey! Found anything?” Dean chugged his cocktail and said “Squat” “Yeah, white goose chase.” added Sam. “So you guys decided to head for the booze instead of keep looking?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “The only way to make this day a little bearable.” replied Dean with his gruff voice. I heard people trying to imitate his voice the whole day but no one can do it like him. He was about to order another one but I grabbed his sleeve. “Dean, please this is serious. This son of a bitch could be anywhere. People are in danger.” “Y/N is right, Dean.” Dean huffed and put his glass on the counter. “Okay, let’s go”

We came across many reenactments of fights and important moments we’ve been through. Those people seemed really invested in our adventures. I swore to myself to not let them get involved in such a situation unless it’s fictional. At some point, I saw a girl dressed with a blue dress covered in fake blood. She was crying on the floor while holding a brunette guy who seemed dead. And two guys went to her, guns in hand. “Who are you?” she said between fake sobs. “We’re the Winchester. What happened?” They were playing the moment I met Dean and Sam. I still remember how they barged in my flat, searching for ‘Mandy’, how I cried on Dean's shoulder, how I trapped the demon after playing the bait and how hard it was to organize Ethan’s funeral. I put a hand to my mouth, speechless. Sam noticed and took my shoulder to lead me somewhere else

We also passed by another group of girls dressed as me and caught a glimpse of what they were saying. “I can’t believe Y/N never confessed to Dean that she” My instinct kicked in. I dragged Dean away from the group. “Confess me what?” “That the last time I ate the last slice of pie and accused Sam” “That was you ?! I ignored Sam for an entire week” almost screamed Dean. I looked at Sam and he mouthed ‘Nice save.” As the day went on, we grew bored of looking. I let the guys take a break while I was taking drinks for us. “One Bitch, One Jerk and a SquirrelandMoose for me, please.” I carefully made my way to the guys when I bumped into a tall guy. “Oops, sorry.” I said “No problem.” replied the guy and with that I arrived and handed Dean and Sam their drinks.”Dear hunters, you are invited to join the conference room to welcome our special guest” a guy dressed as Bobby said. Everyone got up and headed to the said room. “If the werewolf is here, it’s the moment to be very careful.” said Dean, bringing his hand to the place where he usually hides his gun. “Keep both eyes open.”, he added.

I heard a bit of commotion behind me. “Wow, your costume is awesome dude!” “Yeah, so realistic. Where did you find such high quality fake fur?” I turn my head, in complete panic. It was a guy disguised with a less cheap werewolf costume than the others but he wasn’t that tall and I could see the label of the costume. I signed in relief. We were all confined in this room. When the famous Chuck appeared on the stage, everybody cheered except the Winchesters and I. “He could be here with us.” whispered Sam. Chuck answered many pointless questions, I was sure that he regretted ever writing this book series. The following hours were exhausting. A loud howl interrupted Chuck's monologue and everything went black in the room. Everyone cheered, probably thinking that it was a surprise animation. “Goddamn, here we go again.” said Dean. The generator supplied the room with a bit of light, enough to see a fully transformed werewolf charging us.

Part.3 soon

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The hair salon

Tw. Gore!!! / sorta non con ????

Ngl I got this idea from this photo ^^

Freaky Fred x male reader

You went for a hair cut JUST a hair cut. You went to a new hair shop it had just open. You walked into the store the lights fluorescent, the walls painted a light shade of green, you walked down the hallway and asked the only person there, a bit sketchy you thought to yourself, even though the outside looked nice the inside looked strange it wasn’t just a light shade of green plastered on the walls it was also the unceremonious darker green crudely you turned a hall and saw a man his blonde hair crazily brought, he looked at you and smiled “ hello welcome to my store my hair store, what’s your name. “My names y/n, I would like a hair cut something simple just off the sides,” he stared at you in amusement his smile seemingly getting wider, “ well my friend you have come to the right place “ , he starts setting up, you look at the trimmers he’s using , ‘there a bright silver with gold trimming, and with sparkly diamonds, on the edges, you look over and see that there’s a pair or hair cutting scissors they have rubber grips , ‘that’s a bit strange’, your yanked from your thoughts as he moves your head, ‘hard’ so hard that you hear your neck crack , you groan, low and hard and audible , “ are you alright “, he asked, “ mmh yes am fine”, you give a fake smile , and chuckle, he starts to cut , edges and edges , you hear his breath getting hitched , and it sounds like he’s enjoying cutting your hair , you hear him taking short and rapid breaths, until he stops, like stops like he’s not in the room anymore , he jumps up with a wide smile on his face , you stare in terror as you hear the door lock , your hands feel cold and clammy as you feel locks going on your hands, you twist and squirm , he turns his smile looking more dark thank before, you feel your impinding doom, "your afriad right , awww thats so cute am so excited " he says his checks glowing red , he starts to stalk towards you , you feel as if his smile os growing wider it makes you scared, he's over you spit dribbling from his mouth onto the cuffs , he gets close to you neck and starts bitting and sucking, you start to freak and scream, " shut your dirty mouth" "am tryna work here" , he pants, you feel as if your gonna die , he hands start looming over your thigh, he starts to feel you up, his smile wavers as he sees your freaking out, " aw are you not comfortable" , " i can make a bit more comfortable if you would like" he starts to un do your pants, he grabs some scissors, he cuts your top while looking directly into you , you feel like hes looking straight into your soul, "aw your so cute" , he goes out of eye view for a moment , you hear stuff shuffling , he comes back up with a chunk of your hair , “ so cute so cute” he mumbles, grabbing your arm shakily, “ your so adorable, so cute,” his hands start wavering over your crotch you feel a acute sense of arousal, your dick twitches, “you like it right, hehe” he says you blush and look away , he unbuttons your pants setting your dick free , “hehe you really like this” he grabs some of your hair off the floor and takes a big whiff of it , “you make me hot .. so hot” he grabs the sissors cutting your pants completely off with more effort he grabs the fabric and rips until there’s nothing but shreads, “you must be dripping with anticipation” he takes a cloth from the side table and starts , he rubs your cock with brute force, “shit” you jerk “fuck” he quickens the paste, “oh god” you feel like your gonna cum “shit , shit , shit , “ it comes out gushing all over his face , he licks it up to your chagrin , you cringe, jerking from the seat ( or at least you try ) “fuck, shit stop god dammit” you scream, “ stop fuckin jerkin around” he yells, he grabs the same rag and some pliers, “ let’s see how much you scream after this”

To be continued

#freaky fred #freaky fred x reader #courage the cowardly dog #courage the dog #x reader #smut #x male reader #male reader #freaky Fred x male reader

[awoken-artist]

{Finished in Feb 13th 2023}

🌈✧{Please Do Not Steal, Trace, use my Art in AI and NFTs and Repost/Resubmit my Works. Thank You.}✧🌈

I wanted to draw out a scene I had in mind forever...I did drew ONE art of Ed and Em [and its in the comic strip. of them starring realizing how close they are] and i sat there thinking of make a quick sketchy doodly comic strip of this.

So- Yeah for context and updates on my ocxcanon pair - Ed and Emmy is that when the two met they never got along and would fight and make snarky comments to eachother and Alphonse being the middle man of the two. voice of reason. so not sure exactly where in the timeline [cause I also will draw art for 2003 series too and 2003 and brotherhood have very different directions BUT the scene of this would be the same.] so this would have to be around where the two of them still fight but not as..often but still was like "great theyre fighting again" kind of thing for Al. So Im gonna guess cause this is a bit of a work in progress where they had a mission, they both kind of dun goofed a bit [but manage to complete it] and they both started to have a fight that started with the comments then to straight out fighting with alchemy in an alley way for some reason. the two started fighting and they were - not minding it cause the two are being too cocky about it.  Emmy takes a step where she causes herself to trip and wasnt expecting this to happen cause shes really great with her footing but today was NOT her day.... So ed tries to catch her, he gets pulled to her as their foreheads SMACKED against eachother pretty hard [but not hard enough it causes them to knock out or such] and they rolled to the end of the alley way. emmy lands with her back as Ed was somewhat on top-ish as they didnt realize what position they were both in cause- they quickly are just trying to recover from the head smack headache and started bickering again- and slowly realize "....oh shit"  they both massively blushed realizing the position they were in as they were just too stunned to continue the fight and they just were very awkward with eachother a bit. Roy happened to be around [they were not far from Central HQ tbh] so Roy sees Al just- stare at the Alley so of course he and Riza went to see wtf is going on and....yeah sees that. Wondering tf they are doing. Ed and Emmy QUICKLY panicked while their faces were red as fire as they both adjust themselves and try to walk away from the whole situation and boy the rest of that day to a week..or two...Edward and Emmy were very awkward and flustered and that memory never left. [not even further into the story it still REMAINED] and its where the start of the crush happens with both of them. Emmy couldnt help remember it as her heart was pounding and racing very much. Winry already can tell shes crushing SO HARD on Edward. Edward [while I havent drawn it here] is probably so frustrated and doesnt know why hes feeling off. he never had a crush on anyone and never blushed this hard ever and Alphonse thought it was kind of cute Ed is getting super flustered anytime he and emmy are in the same room together. Al and Winry being the wingman here for both.  they do eventually not get so awkward with eachother but theres times they do and sometimes hints of maybe theyre kind of realizing they like eachother that much.  Also wanna point out [and I wanna sketch it] where Ed kind of corners her somewhat and they fought and they got into the same position somehow. [thinking Emmy was being super stubborn, Ed corners her to the wall as Emmy gets too flustered she falls slowly down to the floor all very flushed in the face and Ed gets down to her level and just both of them being awkward dorks. [and I think its where the confession comes in.] still got plans for more FMA works just need to do some tweaking and such :3

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✧ Artwork and FMA OC Emmy Rosenthal © by: @awoken-artist

✧  Fullmetal Alchemist and Characters Edward and Aphonse Elric, Roy Mustang and Winry Rockbell owned by:

Hiromu Arakawa

​✧ Programs Used: Clip Studio Paint EX

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[espectres]

@raytm sent: 

❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜

THE WORDS BECKON HIS SMILE TO WIDEN, a certain fondness tightening his chest with ease. His gaze remains fixated down, where his hands worked magic on Ritsu's white sneakers. He sits crosslegged, adjusts his grip on the heel, fingers steadying the achilles tendon as he scribbles more and more on smooth material. Colourful markers and glitter pens lay comfortably on the grass, next to abandoned pencils and study sheets and notebooks of homework. Well, mostly Shou's homework, because he's decided enough is enough and he couldn't stand the taunting of how plain these shoes were. How can he focus on stupid numbers when he could spend the time making a nice little souvenir of colours for Ritsu to bring home? 

❝ Is that why you've decided to help? ❞ He shouldn't wonder, really. He doesn't know why his mind still back tracks to it. "Why are you trying so hard?" He had asked on that painfully eventful day. And Ritsu, logical and straightforward as he is, gave him every rightful reason, made the whole thing make so much more sense in the mess that has been Shou's plan of saving the day together. But he still wonders, still marvels at the tremendous trust and faith thrown into his unexpecting hands. Even now, Ritsu had all the right to reclaim all that he had so generously given, to take a single look upon all of Shou's glorious failures and decide that everything was in vain, maybe even hate him for it while he's at that. But he doesn't. He stays and Shou doesn't understand it, doesn't think too much of it but his heart still stutters when he does think. 

❝ You're so inexplicable sometimes. ❞ He doesn't bother hiding the fascination in his tone. He finishes the long ears of a sketchy rabbit on the right side of his shoe-sized canvas, the little thing had the sharpest teeth, its colour a soft pink that matches the bright blush on his own cheeks. He looks up to find Ritsu's face, his eyes shine with sunset light and eager curiosity. ❝ I really like that. ❞

#i hope this helps everyone understand that shou is INCAPABLE of being subtle #if he down bad then he down bad and its SHOW #it shous..... #i should really stop talking #HI RAY #ショウ ; distortion confronts both heart and mind. / writing. #ショウ ; we scraped our bones to get fire. / inbox. #raytm

[scxttershot]

⏰ a sexy experience?

[Anon you get me more than any other. We shall have a winter wedding. But also Mother has been screaming at me for the past 4 hours and is still fucking screaming, actively, as I try to write this, so we'll see how this is. As I've said before I write all these off the cuff; no beta reading, no editing, etc. NSFW under the cut for the sake of being polite to my followers.]

He's definitely tired, and he's definitely covered in blood and gore that is decidedly not his own. Thankfully, the Deadshot costume is relatively impermeable; but the mess is coating his gloves, his front, everything in-between. Floyd wouldn't have been lying if he said he was compelled to strip and shower as soon as possible. Still; they have to go home first, and a smoke break's in order. So, standing in the middle of the sketchy-ass warehouse that he, Kani, Scandal, and Thomas had just cleared of all hostile life, he lights up. It's with the click of the lighter that he realizes familiar eyes are upon him. Floyd slips it back into his pocket. "Tomcat. What." "You look nice like that." Thomas, leaning against a load-bearing beam, chuckles. Despite the cowl pinning most of it back, his sandy hair is in his eyes. "A predator, relaxing after the kill." "I don't feel nice, Blake," Floyd grumbles, narrowing his eyes in Catman's direction. "I feel sticky." But there's not much time for Floyd to actually think about that, as soon enough Thomas is upon him, biting at his neck. Despite himself, Floyd groans; a little in shock, a little in something more. But the cigarette remains in his mouth. Thomas continues gnawing, and licking, and sucking, sliding a hand underneath Floyd's top to play with his nipples. The claws were still attached, steel tips digging into the skin of his chest, but Floyd in no way minded. This was fine. He makes an attempt to reciprocate with his own hands, and then- "No." Thomas's voice is firm, and Floyd stills. "Let me." And damn, wasn't that just the sexiest thing. Aside from Floyd's occasional moaning - and Porcelain's softer footsteps as, unbeknownst to either man, they looped back around to check on the rest of the team with a soft "damn, Thomas. You're making me blush" - they don't speak, Thomas instead growling as he rolls his hips into Floyd. The sharpshooter shifts to accommodate the extra weight as Catman leans further into his body, dipping Floyd like he's the woman in a dance. "Lower," Floyd manages to hiss out. Thomas obliges, licking a slow, lazy stripe down his stomach. They lock eyes. "Fuck, kitty cat, there were better places for a screw." Floyd damn near laughs, angling his head so he doesn't smack himself against the hard concrete floor. Thomas shrugs one shoulder in response. "Don't get yourself covered in blood on the regular and we'll talk." "Fair enough, I s'pose." For Thomas's troubles, Floyd gently blows a smoke ring in the man's face. "Fucking furry." Thomas moves lower, only pausing to unbuckle Floyd's belt and move aside the waistband of his underwear before cupping a hand around his balls, the pad of his thumb moving in slow circles. (Beside them, Porcelain tittered, a hand coming up to cover their mouth.) Honestly, Floyd didn't even mind the lack of lube. The metal of the cat-claws felt cool against his skin, the occasional prick of pain from the sharpened tips a nice reminder that this was real, and that they were alive. The miasma of cigarette smoke settles around them like a blanket, warm and comforting. Floyd damn near wishes he could bottle this moment.

#mag reloaded - in-character #NSFVV #[bless Anon] #[“I have priorities” I say while being beaten half to death] #Secret Six #Catshot #Porcelain is There for it[TM] #[sorry this was short! Like I said still being yelled at]