#THIS IS A JOKE PLEASE DO NOT EXPLAIN STRIPE TO ME

[rileyslibrary]

With your hands full, you use your elbow to push the doorknob and nudge the door open with your shoulder. You enter Ghost’s office, shutting the door behind you with your foot.

He stands with his back turned to the door, focused on the map spread across his desk. He looks over his shoulder and narrows his eyes as they fall upon the box in your hands. Although he doesn’t say it, the message is clear—he’s waiting for an explanation. You don’t blame him; anyone in his shoes would do the same.

“I need your help,” you announce.

“Absolutely not,” he replies, returning to the map.

“I’m serious.”

“Me too,” he murmurs, scribbling something on the paper. “Out. Now.”

“Seriously, man?” you protest, stomping your foot once on the floor.

He stops mid-writing, lets the pencil fall, and slowly turns halfway towards you. It must be the casual “man” you threw at him; otherwise, nothing would explain how he looks at you now, with one of his eyebrows so high up that it’s threatening to escape his forehead and shoot out of his balaclava.

“Please,” you whisper. “Just this one time.”

He lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes. “What do you want?” He asks.

“I need to hide this,” you explain and slightly lift the box in your hands.

He throws a brief glance at the box, then back at you. “Elaborate,” he orders. “What is it?”

“Cake,” you reveal.

“Cake,” he repeats and gestures with his hands to speak further.

“For Price,” you explain. “It’s his birthday.”

“I know,” he says, shrugging. “Why hide it?”

“It’s a surprise,” you reply. “He doesn’t know.”

He clicks his tongue and turns his attention back to the map. “I think the captain is well aware that today is his birthday,” he murmurs.

“Will you please stop with the jokes?” you plead, throwing a quick glance at the door. “He saw me carrying it, and I think he’s suspicious.”

“Nonsense!” he chuckles while continuing to write on the map. “There is nothing suspicious about someone wandering around a military base holding a....” He turns back and looks at your hands. “Pink and white striped box with gold lettering embossed at the top; what the hell.”

“What can I say?” you snap. “Lulette’s patisserie ran out of camo boxes.”

He huffs and redirects his attention to the map, sketching out little arrows and making notations. He gets on your nerves like that, yet he never fails to lend you a hand when needed. You just need to be more pragmatic. Convince him.

“Please,” you beg. “This is the safest place to hide it; nobody dares to come here without permission.”

He tosses the pencil again on the map, this time more forcefully, and swivels his entire body towards you, crossing his arms and leaning on the desk.

“Yet here you are, in my office, permission or not,” he barks and points toward the door. “Out, now.”

“It’s an emerg-”

“I won’t repeat it.”

“But-”

There’s a knock on the door. You both turn towards the sound.

“Who’s that?” Ghost asks.

“Price,” the voice responds from behind the door.

You turn your head towards Ghost, and he meets your gaze. The once scornful expression he had is now replaced with urgency.

He quickly looks around and motions for you to get under the desk; it has a modesty panel that graces the floor, making it a good enough place to conceal yourself and the box. You run toward your hiding spot and crawl under it while mouthing an “I told you so” to him. He brings his index finger to his mouth while pushing your head further into the opening. You bring your knees to your chest and balance the box there. Ghost quickly sits on top of the desk and picks up the phone.

“Come in.” He shouts.

The door swings open, and Ghost theatrically shuts the phone. He apologises to Price for the delay, explaining that he “was on the phone with one of the Sergeants discussing the upcoming mission.” You hear Price approaching, and Ghost dives right into the mission details without letting him get any closer.

After the lieutenant finishes his briefing, there’s something about the operation being on a tight timeline, how the captain needs everyone to be on point and Ghost assuring him how prepared the team is. They then delve into specifics and strategies, and you hear the map rustling, tapping fingers on the wooden surface above you, scribbling with the pencils and some subtle shifts in posture here and there.

Suddenly, Price’s voice changes direction, and you hear him walking around the desk. Ghost walks towards your hiding place and pushes his office chair closer, squeezing you further towards the modesty panel. You look up and listen to papers being lifted up. You hold your breath, and your heart pulses in your ears.

“Are these the documents for the mission?” Price asks.

“Yes, sir.” Ghost replies.

“Good.” The captain exclaims. “Let’s meet with the team and finalise the plans in the briefing room in an hour.”

“Understood,” Ghost says, and you hear Price distancing himself from your hiding spot, leaving the room.

Ghost waits a few moments, ensuring the door is closed, and Price is far away, before knocking on the desk twice, signalling that it is safe for you to emerge from under the desk. You put the box on the desk and slowly crawl out.

“I told you it was an emergency,” you repeat. “You didn’t listen.”

He doesn’t respond but grabs the box and walks towards the bookshelf.

“What cake is it?” He asks as he squats in front of a cabinet and places the box there.

“It’s a fruit tart.”

“Christ’s sake,” he grunts as he shuts the cabinet. “Who in their right mind picks a bloody fruit tart for a birthday cake.”

“Captain likes fruit tarts.” You remind him.

He stands up and walks behind his desk. “Be back in half an hour,” he states, looking at his watch. “We’ll do it after the briefing, where everyone will be present.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod and walk towards the door.

“And no poppers, no sparklers, no party horns.” He clarifies.

“What about party hats?” You ask.

“Party hats are fine.” He murmurs. “They don’t make any noise.”

“Should I save one for you, sir?”

He slowly shoots you the same look he did when you stepped into his office. “I don’t know.” He murmurs as he tilts his head. “Should you?”

“I guess not.” You whisper and clasp your hands.

“You guess right.” He whispers back. “Now, and for the final time, go.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley fic #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley #cod ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley fanfiction #call of duty #modern warfare 2

[benkeibear]

⋆꙳✧༄ Oral pleasure

❖ Characters: Ran, Izana, Hanma

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ Summary: You love to please your man, going above and beyond just for their pleasure

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, oral (reader giving), mentions of unprotected sex, facefucking, cum eating, mentions of male masturbation and degradation

❖ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | Requested.

☰ Ran

ꕤ Oh he is so so mean

ꕤ The way you almost start to drool the second he pulls out his cock makes him snicker every time without a fail

ꕤ It's just so cute to him how you're willing to humiliate yourself to suck his cock

ꕤ If he's being extra mean he just jerks off while you sit pretty in front of him, having to watch him touch himself instead of being the one to bring him this pleasure

ꕤ Ran gets extra cocky when you start to whine, eagerly opening your mouth in hopes to catch his seed when he releases over your face

ꕤ “Just look at how messy you are, little one. How about you clean me up?”

ꕤ He doesn't need to say that twice, already having cleaned up the seed at the corners of your lips before eagerly taking his still hard length into your mouth

ꕤ His hand gently runs through your hair as he watches you being so happy that you finally get to please him

ꕤ “That's my good Bunny. Just like that” he hums, gently urging you to take him whole which makes his breath hitch

ꕤ You look so sweet and innocent despite his dick down your throat and that contrast makes him release a second time and once more, you swallow everything he has to give

ꕤ Ran will praise you until your head is spinning, being gentle with his words since he appreciates you for the way you give him your all

☰ Izana

ꕤ To be honest, he's a bit flustered by the attention you give him

ꕤ Always asks if he can return the favor after but you try to explain that it gets you off by pleasing him and you’re dripping wet each time you suck him off

ꕤ Slowly but surely he stops being so shy about it and starts asking for you to wrap your pretty lips around his cock

ꕤ He knows that you want to make him feel good but he worships you while you do it

ꕤ Usually he sits on his chair, legs spread wide so you have enough space to sit on the floor between them and he has the perfect view of you

ꕤ His eyes watch your every move, the way your hands rake over his thighs until you reached your destination

ꕤ When you finally wrap your soft lips around his blushed tip, his eyes flutter shut and he sighs content

ꕤ Izana swears it's like he's entering the gates of heaven, even better than your pussy wrapping around him

ꕤ You look so blissed out when you start to bob your head first slowly, focusing on the tip but the faster you get, the more you take and he can't tear his eyes away, endless praises falling from his lips

ꕤ Your mouth makes it hard to last long for him, seeing this as foreplay most of the time but when he does release, his hips buck into your mouth helplessly, shooting his hot cum into your throat to make sure you swallow every drop of it

ꕤ “you've been so good for me… my beautiful flower. Come here, come take a seat” he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap so you can start to ride him

☰ Hanma

ꕤ Hanma “friends give each other head” Shuji was more than thrilled at your confession that you love to suck your dates off at the end of a nice evening

ꕤ “Do I gotta take you on a date or does us hanging out count as one” he asks with a lazy smirk on his face, eyes looking down at his lap where you rested your head as you watched a movie together

ꕤ At first it was a bit weird to you but you didn't see any harm there since you would both enjoy it so you simply sit up and nod with a small smile

ꕤ “wait, you're being real here? I was just joking” he puts his hands up in defense but when you nod, no hint of doubt in your face it did make his dick twitch so he let you do whatever you wanted

ꕤ Once you freed him, the situation wasn't awkward at all and you immediately licked a stripe from the base to the tip and circled your tongue over the slit which made him groan

ꕤ He's a head pusher! His hands tangled up in your hair and gently urged you to finally welcome him into your mouth

ꕤ Hanma really tried letting you do what you wanted but you were teasing him far too much so he started moving your head in his desired speed, eventually just straight up fucking your face

ꕤ He didn't expect you to take his full length but each time you did he moaned like a little bitch

ꕤ “ah shit… do that again… gonna cum” he at least warned you and pulled out almost all the way to make sure it lands on your tongue so you get to taste him

ꕤ When you showed him his cum on your tongue before swallowing he couldn't tear his eyes from you “fuck… never realized how hot you are” he laughed breathless and took a sip of the beer he was drinking before

ꕤ “Lay down, baby. Gonna return the favor” he chuckled, thinking it's only fair to eat you out now

Network: @tokyometronetwork

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #ran x reader #izana x reader #hanma x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran smut #ran haitani smut #izana smut #hanma smut #ran haitani #izana kurokawa #hanma shuji #ran haitani x you #izana x you #hanma x you

[allocnddits]

GIRLS ON FILM e.m.

summary: Eddie can’t take two seconds of you sitting on his lap.

warnings: penetrative sex, blowjob, teasing, low key overstimulation, switch!eddie

wc: 1.2k

It wasn’t often that you accompanied Eddie to his band’s rehearsals, but you had spent the weekend away and he couldn’t skip on this one since they were doing a new set. So on monday, right after school, you went to his friends garage to watch him.

As they finished a song you got up from the puff chair you were on and grabbed a diet coke from the mini fridge and when you turned back Eddie had taken your spot. Naturally, you walked over and took a seat on his lap.

At first, you really didn’t realize what was happening, it just seamed so natural and normal to you, but when you caught him whipping his sweaty palm on his jeans, you knew what you had done to him.

“Are you…?” you whispered in his ear, playing it off by running your hand through his hair. He just nodded discreetly, still talking to his friends. You pulled his wrist, pretending to check the time on his watch. “Teddy” he hummed, looking up at you “need to go, drive me, please?” you asked as you got up from his lap, quickly tidying up your uniform and he followed right after, hearing his friends joke about how you turn him into a complete puppy. Eddie picked up an empty coke can from the floor and threw it at them.

“It’s six, your curfew is only at eight.” he remarked as you stepped into his van.

“Well, my parents aren’t home and,” you said, checking your lipstick on the mirror “i thought i could help you with that.” you pointed at his semi erection.

Eddie quickly made an abrupt U turn – earning a scolding glare from you – and drove to your house, both of you immediately going to your room on the second floor.

"You are so damn sensitive! i sat on your lap for like two minutes and you got hard, what the fuck?" you laughed.

"You've been away all weekend, i missed you" he explained, throwing his body on the bed.

"What are you waiting for then?" he quickly sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled you closer by the waist till you stood between his spread legs as he looked up at you. His hands travelled up your thighs till your skirt was riding up, doing nothing but caressing the skin, itching closer and closer to your heat but never getting there. "Don't tease"

"Or what?" he dared, looking back up at you with his doe brown eyes

"Or i'll have fun by myself and make you watch, and i think you're touch starved enough, aren't you, Teddy?"

He nodded and pulled you closer to straddle his lap. "Okay, I'll stop teasing, but only if you do what you promised"

"I surely will" you kissed his neck slowly, licking a stripe up behind his ear and pretended not to notice how he shivered when you did it. "You want the shirt off, baby?" you asked getting down on your knees between his legs. Of course you already knew the answer but you wanted to hear him say it.

"Please?" You pulled your shirt off, revealing your white, lacy bra. “So pretty, baby”

You smiled up at him before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his – now completely hard – shaft out of his boxers. His tip was bright red, aching for your touch as you teased him by running your nails on his base, making him roll his eyes. You darted your tongue out, tapping his tip against it and tasting his pre cum before taking him into your mouth. You made sure to cover him in your spit, letting it drip down the sides of your mouth till it coated his entire length. Your mouth started to slide down on him, taking him inch by inch till your nose hit his groin and you pulled away immediately.

“Too big for you, honey?” he teased, making you roll your eyes, tears rolling down your face as you did. You let your hand work on him as you recovered from the previous move, teasing his tip by running your palm against it or pressing down on his slit. He threw his head back, letting his hands meet your hair when your mouth returned to his shaft. He started letting groans out, making you smile around him as he pushed your head down and he fell back onto the bed. “Fuck. Baby, please”

“No, love” you whispered against his tip after pulling out. “don’t come just yet, want your cum inside me, yeah?” You pushed his shirt up his chest, kissing his lower stomach as you pumped him fast in your hand. You only stopped when you felt his thighs clench, knowing he was about to cum and you pulled away, abruptly.

“Aren’t you just a little bitch.” he complained after a long and frustrated groan, you just smiled, watching as he sat up on the bed. “Come here”

“I’m sorry, baby, but i just love to see you get desperate. I’ll make it up to you, ‘kay?” you straddled his lap, taking off his shirt and brushing his hair off his face. “so beautiful” you praised as your lips met his neck, kissing and nibbling softly on the pale skin. You dipped your hand between your bodies, pushing your underwear to the side before aligning yourself to him. He could feel your cunt swallow him, little by little as you kissed his neck. You pushed his torso onto the bed, making him lay down and folded your body over his to reach for a pillow, placing it under his head.

As you started to bounce on him, Eddie could not believe the view in front of him, you had your hands on his chest, your tits bounced along with you in your lacy bra and your cheer skirt hugged your waist so perfectly. He managed to get his shit together to reach for the polaroid you got for Christmas and snap a picture of you, and look at it once it was printed. The picture was blurry, since he caught you in movement, and dark, since the only source of light in your room was of the setting sun through your glass windows. Once the camera was off his hands, he pulled you down, arms hugging you tightly around your waist as your hips went completely wild, circling and bouncing on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, so close” he moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his body tremble and clench beneath yours as he tried hard to hold it in – he wanted you to cum with him.

“Edward, let it go, come inside me” you encouraged, wanting to see him completely fall apart for you. And he did. As soon as you finished the sentence he came, spurting inside you and filling you up. His grip on you loosened as he lost his strength to his orgasm, so you sat back up and started grinding down on him, his lower stomach catching you clit. The both of you were a complete mess, Eddie completely overwhelmed by your movements on his spent cock and you desperately needing to reach your high as his seed dripped down from your cunt onto your bodies. When you did cum, your moans mixed up with your boyfriends whines as you clenched around his softening cock.

“Fuck, baby, off, off, off” he lifted your hips, pulling his overstimulated cock out. You giggled, still stuck in the bliss of your orgasm.

“Sorry, honey, won’t do it next time”

#eddie munson #bimbo!reader x eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #a writes #eddie munson imagine

[mistydeyes]

an undercover beach episode

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summary: You find yourself undercover again with Gaz but this time your uniform is a cherry red bathing suit and his are swimming trunks. He can't help but flirt a little especially when you're wearing his favorite color.

Part of @glitterypirateduck Gaz Fest! Please check out the tag to see other amazing works or consider participating :) Category: undercover Prompt: "You're not going out in that"

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader (codename: Genesis)

warnings: swearing, violence, the male gaze

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“Genesis, it’s almost time to go,” Price called as Gaz emerged from the adjacent room. Gaz smoothed out his swim trunks and looked at his name tag on the waistband. He mumbled something to Price about hating the uniform for this mission. “Just give me a second,” you replied as you tried to tie your bathing suit top. “God why am I always undercover,” you grumbled. Despite your technical skills on the field and being just as good of a sniper as Ghost, you someone always found yourself in some kind of outfit. It also somehow was always with Gaz. But you didn't mind being paired with the gorgeous man. “Gen let’s go!” Gaz's voice sounded through the door. “Fine but you’re going to have to tie this for me.” With that, you grabbed your sheer white coverup and put a pair of sunglasses on your head. You turned the knob to see Gaz standing on the other side.

He practically dropped the file in his hands when he saw you. You were glistening with suntan oil as you eyed him. You held the strap of your red halter bikini top, and Gaz’s eyes traveled down your fit body. The red perfectly matched your skin tone and the suit accentuated your assets. Is this heaven, he thought to himself as his gaze traveled from your chest downwards to your hips and thig- “Kyle?” you pulled him out of his daydream, “can you please tie my top? Then we can go.” He shook his head as you looked at him confused. “You’re not going out in that,” he coughed and tried to slow his rapid heartbeat. After many missions and shared safe houses, he wondered if there was a future between you too. The bathing suit was not helping, especially when he knew you were being used as bait. You rolled your eyes at his comment. “I only packed one bathing suit and plus we’re going down to the pool,” you explained, annoyed, “trust me I wish I was on holiday wearing this and not here.” He continued to stand there, dumbfounded. You tried to cover your wandering gaze to his muscular chest by feigning annoyance. “Can you please," you practically shouted and he brought his hands to yours.

Your fingertips brushed as he fumbled with the stretchy fabric. "Too tight?" he questioned as he finished and you shook your head. "Now how do I look?" you said, turning with a smirk. “Nice uniform, Gen” Ghost commented from near the balcony. You turned your body to him and Gaz took a moment to notice how the bathing suit barely covered your ass. He was glad you couldn't catch him peeking a look. “Shut up, you should be the one wearing this,” you mumbled as you glared at him. "You have a good look from here?" you asked as you motioned to the glass doors. Below sat the beaches on the Amalfi coast and beautifully striped cabanas. "Good enough," he said, lowly, "as long as you and Gaz can get the mission done then I shouldn't have to intervene." You nodded before turning back to the rest of the task force. "Ready to go, Gaz?" you asked, trying to avert your eyes from his sunscreen-covered body which looked perfect in his server uniform. He nodded and you allowed him to go first with Soap and Price following after.

After you exited the room, you went your separate ways. Gaz blended into the service bar while Soap and Price in their beach attire, took the elevator with you. "That come with more than a string, lass?" Soap joked as you descended the floors. You made sure to crush his toe in response. "Let's just get this over with," you mumbled before ignoring the eyes of the other guests and making your way to the warm sand. When you reached the cabanas, you placed your sunglasses daintily on your nose as you looked for your target. "Bingo," you whispered to yourself as you made your way to the Italian crime boss. "Mind if I join?" you flirted and he looked like a bull seeing a red muleta. "Of course, you can," he responded and gestured you into his cabana. You closed the white curtain slyly and sat on his lap. You hoped Gaz noticed you entered as you made a flirtatious conversation with the older man.

"I have a glass of sangria," you heard through the curtain and took a deep breath upon seeing Gaz with a tray. The man gestured to the table and Gaz went to put it down, accidentally spilling it on the ground and the man's feet. You jumped back with the man saying a handful of swears in Italian. As Gaz tried to clean the spill with a towel, he bent down and pulled out a syringe. The man barely had time to register the situation as Gaz plunged it into his thigh. You laid the now dead man down on the light blue couch and turned to notice Gaz's eyes on you. "Stop that," you demanded and he looked away. "I'm not the only one in a bathing suit," you joked before motioning for him to exit first. "See you soon, Gen," he winked and you hid your blush with your hands. You left soon after and pretended to say you'd be right back. With the mission successfully completed, you rendezvoused in the hotel room. Everyone was packing up their things as Gaz laid on the bed.

"What was in that thing anyways?" you asked as you fell next to him. "Lead I think?" he questioned, "Laswell gave it to me." You shared a small laugh at her ingenuity. Gaz suddenly turned to his side and you reflexively covered your exposed chest. The sheets felt cold as you felt heated at his gaze. "Red looks good on you," he smirked and you couldn't help but feel a little flush. "Really now?" you retaliated, mirroring his position, "Don't tell me it's your favorite color." Gaz couldn't hide the attraction to you and got up to avoid your interrogation. As he left you called out to him. "Maybe I can get this to be my swim uniform!"

#gazfest #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #gaz imagine #kyle garrick imagine #mw2 #izzie is writing

[sunshinetoshi]

a solid pair

kuroo x reader (<1k words)

content (warnings): fluff

a/n: i was going to wait until kuroo’s bday to post this but i simply -cannot wait- it’s been a fat minute since i’ve written anything more than thoughts into my notes app so if this is bad i will pretend it’s not. self-confidence. also bless romcoms for making me rot for love once more.

“I have a question.”

“I have an answer.”

“What do you want for your birthday?”

His chest rumbles in soft laughter beneath you. He hums in thought before responding, “I’m going to give a kind-of answer because I already know you’re not going to settle with me saying I don’t need anything.”

You nod your head, “You’d be correct. Like give me ideas or a price range that makes you comfy. I have a couple different ideas but I wanted to ask you.” You sat up to give him a proper look in his eyes, “Just amuse me, it’s the first birthday we’re spending together and I want us to both be comfortable with how we celebrate. It’s unknown territory,” you hold a hand out to him like you’re making a deal, “help me out here.”

He grins before pushing your hand out of the way and engulfing you into a hug. “All right give me second.” He rubs small circles into your back. “Hm.. Don’t get me anything fancy, so definitely nothing expensive. But I don’t want to say anything specific. I want to be surprised. Helpful?”

“Just barely,” you huff in a faux dramatic tone, “But yes, helpful.”

“Hey, if you really want an honest answer you could get me a rock and I’d love it.”

“A rock.”

“Yes, a rock.”

“You joke a lot, you know.”

He shook his head, “I’m not joking around, I’d love it and I’d love it because it’s from you.”

———

“Socks?” Your friend stops in their tracks.

You nod without taking your eyes off of the displays you’re scanning, “Mhm, socks.”

“Please explain before I cast judgement.”

“We’re at the mall getting socks because he has said so many times he - quote unquote - loves funky socks. And he’s always wearing a different pair when I see him so why not add to the collection?”

“Funky how?”

“Funky like his favorite pair have cats on it. As in he prefers striped or polka dot socks over plain ones. As in he complains when he has to wear plain ones for fancy events.” You smile remembering the last big meeting he had and the little grumble Tetsurou made as he put his socks on.

“Aw, I guess that’s nice then. Okay you said there was a another part to your gift?”

“Yeah, and if you’re loving this side quest you’re gonna love the next - oh! These! He loves space and these lil guys are way cuter aliens than the other socks.” You hold up the pair for your friend and they laugh in disbelief.

———

You can’t help but join your friend in laughing at yourself.

“You look ridiculous!”

“I feel it too but I need to find a good one. Just stand watch and tell me if anyone’s coming.”

You continue your search, picking out select candidates when you realize after quite a while your friend is no longer giggling at you.

You turn you turn your head and look up at them. Their grin is wide. “What?” you ask, cracking a smile of your own.

“This is too cute.”

“What is?”

“You’re squatting like a kid looking for the perfect rock to give your boyfriend because he said he’d be happy even if you have him a rock for his birthday. You’re like a little penguin and it’s really really cute.”

You give a bashful smile and go back to searching for the perfect one.

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“Did you get full?” Tetsurou gives your leg a gentle shake from the driver’s seat.

“I did.” You take in the smile on his face. “How’s your birthday so far?”

He shakes his head. “Oh man, a great day at work and a great evening with you with great food? Pretty great.” He gives a cheeky grin.

“Good,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “But actually I have one more surprise,” you reach down to your jacket on the floor of the passenger seat - where you had been hiding his present.

You hold it out to him and expect him to giddily open it up. But he grabs it with care and takes it in. This was a softer smile than you usually see on him and when he turned to look at you you swear his eyes had a brighter twinkle.

“Thank you, really. I was serious, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m gonna treasure whatever is in this box.”

“See what’s inside first,” you give his hand a squeeze of your own before dropping it so he has both hands free.

He chuckles and begins to untie the ribbon of the box. “Dang,” he lifts the box up closer to the car light above him, “This is a nice box. This is present enough.” Back to his teasing self.

“Open it,” you laugh.

“Okay, okay, but I’m serious. I’m keeping this box. it’s fantastic.” He lifts the lid and after of beat of silence of him processing what he sees he lets out a deep laugh at the rock sitting in the box. “A rock?” He laughs again before looking at you, “I love it.” He lifts it to get a closer look, reading aloud the tiny letters you carefully (stressfully) wrote on one side of the rock.

Happy Birthday Tetsu ♡

He traces over the date and your name you also wrote. He rolls the rock in his hand, tossing it a couple times. “This is like the perfect shape too. You know what, I’m putting this on my desk, that way I can look at it everyday.” He smiles at it once more before reaches over and gives you a big warm hug, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggle before bringing his attention back to the box, “there’s more - just a little something.”

He lifts the piece of paper you used to separate the two parts of your gift.

“Socks!” He takes them out and looks at the design on both pairs. “Aw I love them! Hey these are great quality, they’re thick. Look at this one with the little aliens. And this one,” he lifts the other pair, “Is your aesthetic to a T.”

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed in excitement.

He laughed at the outburst. “Then clearly,” he put each pair on either side of his face, “We’re the perfect pair.”

And maybe it was how he appreciated the small things. Maybe it was how his jokes, though corny, always made you smile. For reasons, emotions, beyond you, you decide then that yes - he’s the one.

hi!! given it’s been almost 2 years since i’ve written anything here i will no longer being doing taglists. ty for reading thooo <3

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[arunneronthird]

so let me tell u a bit about jason todd, yall probably know this but let me tell the story anyway

as we all know, jason has black hair with a white stripe, or does he?

when he was created in the 80s, he was basically the perfect grayson replacement, good kid with a tragic past and a circus bg that wanted to do good and was sweet and had a beautiful relationship with batman and selina. he was also ginger

(these first images are from batman 1940)

in this timeline, jason died his hair black on his own to resemble robin

he was also the sweetest kid in existence btw

anyway someone decided that fuck that noise and remade jasons story entirely not soon after, this time hes a delinquent with good-for-nothing parents, with black hair and some interestingly violent tendencies

"jason todd was the sweet robin" my ass, anyway he became a gremlin of a robin who no one liked and then he died, v tragic (im only half joking, the writers despised him)

then he came back years later! yay! and when he came back, he looked like this

black hair, right? no white stripe yet, that one is harder to explain

so morrison, new batman writer, brings jason todd again as a ruthless antihero, and this jason is... ginger again? so basically even though he kept the delinquent jason story, he gave a wink to the first sweet boy jason

plus, this ginger jason has the white stripe! as explained here

basically, the explanation morrison gives is hes been dying his hair black all this time cause bruce needed him to look like grayson cause robin was a symbol, which honestly is kinda insane and i live for it

the problem comes further down the line, the timeline becomes a bit blurry cause flashpoint happened, n52 happened, we were all disappointed, let's move on

his next appearance is in red hood and the outlaws (i think, this timeline is insane) and he goes back to this

from this point on, i genuinely think the white hair stripe is a stylistic choice cause it makes an appearance whenever it pleases, he usually just has black hair like this

this is nightwing 2016, but it's also black in robin 2021 and robin war

he famously has the white stripe in the wayne family adventures (the canon status of that series being whatever you want it to be), it's also there in robins 2021 but uh, what was that, and gotham knights, seen here!

in conclusion: no one actually knows what color jason's hair actually is, my preferred idea is that he dyes it but does a terrible job, but honestly make canon whatever you want it to be, clearly the artists already do and i support them

#why did i make this post u ask? no fucking clue i just felt like infodumping #do not take this as ''ur hc is wrong'' i LOVE jason todd hcs and clearly theres no clear canon so that means free real state #batman #jason todd #red hood #dc comics #shoutout to the nightwing comic for being the only one to draw jason looking like a normal 20 year old person #also this may be incomplete so do add anything u want #ladies. gentlemen. you have eaten well. #read the comics

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Ok. So normally I'm too shy to do requests or anything but I saw this and thought of steve/eddie and searched and searched for someone who might figure out how to write this into something 😱🙏🏻😂

obviously this is very nsfw, so minors please dni 

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“Why isn’t this working?”

Eddie was on his knees, the floor in Steve’s room already starting to create a slight ache. He looked up at Steve, his fist pumping Steve’s cock in a slow, steady rhythm. Steve was panting, enjoying himself as Eddie worked him, but at the same time, he was feeling a bit nervous. He would get aching hard, start to lose it, get hard again, over and over. Eddie was doing everything he could—licking a stripe over the underside, toying with Steve’s balls, jerking him off—but no matter what was done, it was always the same result. Eddie’s doe-eyed gaze flickered up to Steve’s face, and could see he was clearly into it; but there was the matter of him not being able to keep it too up for very long. 

“I…” Steve said, brushing some hair from Eddie’s face as he smiled apologetically. “I really, really want you to. I’m just…it’s stupid.”

“No, what is it?” Eddie asked gently, his eyes remaining on Steve’s face. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“Oh god, no,” Steve assured. “No, you’re doing everything a little too perfectly, actually.”

“Then what’s going on?” Eddie questioned, getting his weight off of his knees as he sat on the floor. “You can talk to me, Steve. You know that.” 

Steve swallowed, nodding before chuckling. “It’s going to sound ridiculous.”

“Well, that’s nothing new for you,” Eddie joked, trying to lighten the mood and make Steve feel a little better. “Nothing you say can surprise me anymore.”

“Ha ha,” Steve said sarcastically. He paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts so that he could explain clearly enough. “Look, this is hardly the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. I mean, I used to get around a lot.”

“I’m aware,” Eddie said, a little bit of jealousy in his tone. 

“But I’ve never actually…done this,” he gestured to his now semi-hard cock and at Eddie, “with another dude.”

Eddie tried so hard not to laugh, but failed. He wasn’t making fun, or laughing at the fact that Steve had never gotten head from another guy before. It was relief, pure and simple. It truly hadn’t been anything Eddie had done; that had been his truest, most present worry. Steve turned red, feeling a bit self-conscious, and Eddie came up from the floor to kiss him passionately in apology. Steve kissed him back fiercely, and held onto the other man for dear life as they pressed against each other as tightly as they could. When Eddie drew back, he ran his fingers through Steve’s hair before giving it a light, playful tug.

“Why didn’t you just say so from the beginning?” Eddie asked. “I know it can be scary, the first time you ever do something like that. It’s okay, though, Steve. You don’t need to be nervous, or ashamed. All I need you to do is relax, and enjoy the moment. Can you do that?”

Steve grinned, caressing Eddie’s cheek before kissing him again. “Yes,” he breathed against his lips. “I think I can, yeah.”

“Wanna try again?” Eddie asked, looking into Steve’s eyes as he moved some hair from the other’s face. 

“Yeah,” Steve replied. “Yeah, let’s try one more time.”

Eddie climbed off of him and slid back to the floor, taking Steve in his hand. He stroked him, mouthing at his balls as Steve groaned in appreciation. It didn’t take him too long to get fully hard again, and Eddie licked his way up the underside to the tip. He pressed a kiss to the slit there, swirling his tongue around it as Steve sucked in a loud, shuddering breath. Eddie looked up at him in concern, but Steve only nodded rapidly as a signal for him to keep going. Eddie pulled the tip between his lips, sucking as Steve moaned filthily above him. He wasn’t losing his erection this time; in fact, he was harder than he had been all night, and Eddie drew off of him for a moment to grin at him.

“Listen,” he said, and Steve was giving him a look of impatience. “I just need you to chill for me, alright? It’s only a blowjob, Steve; it’s not a life or death situation here. With that being said, though, you can revoke the offer at any time. If you need me to stop, use your words, alright? Tell me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I will,” Steve said, looking at Eddie with lustful eyes. “Please.”

“Never thought I’d see the day where Steve Harrington would beg me to suck his dick,” Eddie said with a smug grin. “That’s some next-level shit.”

“Come on, man,” Steve begged. “I don’t wanna lose it again.”

“Fine, fine,” Eddie said, his tongue tracing the head of his cock and cupping Steve’s balls as he did so. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

Before Steve could reply, Eddie took Steve further into his mouth. Whatever Steve could have said was lost in a guttural moan, his eyes squeezing shut as his head tipped back at the feeling. Eddie didn’t stop until Steve was comfortably in his mouth, and he gagged softly as he took a moment to adjust. Steve looked at him worriedly, but Eddie winked at him to show that he was fine. The sight of him like that—his big brown eyes staring up at Steve through his lashes and hair, Steve’s cock down his throat, one ringed hand gripping the base—nearly sent Steve over the edge right then. 

“Jesus, you’re beautiful like this,” Steve remarked, pushing some hair back from Eddie’s eyes. 

Eddie responded by dragging his head up, then slowly back down. He went at a leisurely pace at first, wanting to tease him, and could see that Steve was enjoying it. His eyes were full of lust, his chest heaving softly as he watched Eddie, lips parted in soft, shaky mewls. He went to pull off, just to verbally check in with him, but Steve whined and grabbed Eddie’s hair with a shake of his head. He smiled, and as if he were reading Eddie’s mind, said: “I’m alright, I swear.”

Eddie made an “okay” gesture with his free hand to show that he would continue, and began to bob his head at a faster speed. Eddie hollowed his cheeks as he moaned around Steve’s cock, jerking him off in time with the movement of his head, and Steve was moaning filthily. Both of his hands tangled in Eddie’s hair, his own head lolling backward as he cursed under his breath. He began to fuck Eddie’s throat, bucking up and guiding his head, but that didn’t last long. Eddie pulled off, looking up at Steve with swollen lips, a string of saliva bridging them to the tip of Steve’s flushed, slick erection. 

“None of that,” Eddie said with a smirk. “Maybe next time. Tonight, I want to make you feel good on my own.”

“Sorry,” Steve said, panting as he gazed adoringly at Eddie. 

“Nah, it’s cool, man,” Eddie replied. “You still doing okay?”

“Yes,” Steve said. “Keep going.”

“I like this change in you,” Eddie said with a wide grin, before taking Steve into his mouth again. 

Steve’s hands remained in Eddie’s hair, but he didn’t try to guide him anymore. Eddie flicked his wrist, matching the rhythm with his head as his cheeks hollowed even more. His tongue swirled the tip every time he brought his head back up, and when he could taste precum, he knew Steve wasn’t going to last much longer. That was Eddie’s signal to increase speed, jerking Steve off swiftly as he bobbed his head at his quickest pace yet. Steve was cursing again, groaning as he felt his cock twitching in Eddie’s mouth. As much as he wished he could make the moment last, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back too long.

“Eddie,” Steve panted. “I’m about to—“

He was cut off by a moan as Eddie squeezed his balls in his free hand, still working his fist & gliding his head. Steve tugged Eddie’s hair, moaning as he looked down at the other boy. He was looking up at Steve, his eyes lustful and Steve’s cock disappearing into his mouth with every move downward. Steve’s cock twitched again, and he gave Eddie’s hair an urgent pull. 

“Dude, I'm not kidding,” Steve warned. “If you don’t want me to…you know, finish in your mouth, then you better stop.”

But Eddie wasn’t stopping. He winked at Steve, going his fastest pace yet on all counts. The sight of him, the feeling of his velvety tongue & warm mouth around his cock, and the speed he was going were enough for Steve, but the fact that Eddie had no issue with Steve cumming in his mouth was one of the hottest things Steve had ever experienced. That’s what did him in, and he came hard in Eddie’s mouth with a groan of his name, hot ropes of cum shooting onto Eddie’s tongue as his head came back up. Eddie moaned in response, and Steve’s iron grip in Eddie’s hair began to lessen. When it was loose enough, Eddie popped off & swallowed, causing Steve to shiver at the sight. 

“Jesus Christ,” Steve said, chuckling breathlessly as he lay back on his bed. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Eddie said, getting off the floor and laying next to Steve. “You’re okay, though, right?”

“Yes,” Steve said, stroking Eddie’s newly messy, tangled hair. “Thank you.”

“What is this, customer service?” Eddie teased. “Why the hell are you thanking me?”

“Shush,” Steve said, kissing him tenderly. “It was amazing, Eddie. you're amazing.”

Eddie beamed at him, cupping his cheek as they gazed at each other. Steve trailed his fingers down Eddie’s body, stopping at his crotch. Eddie moaned when Steve touched him there, his erection straining against his tight jeans. Steve smirked at him, palming Eddie for a moment as he kissed over Eddie’s neck. Eddie mewled, his eyes fluttering as Steve sucked on the most sensitive part of his neck. Steve squeezed Eddie’s cock, unzipping his fly and dipping his fingers inside. Eddie hissed, moaning shakily as Steve touched him, one hand grabbing Steve’s back before their eyes met. 

Steve kissed Eddie’s nose, before saying: “Your turn.”

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[nocturne-pisces]

DILF/Best friend’s dad!Steve Rogers! You’ve always been close with Eliana, you were over at her house so often that her father the Steve Rogers, often joked you knew their home better than they did. You’re as rocked by the divorce as she is, and after being invited to stay for the summer, you take the opportunity to comfort your friend, even if the sight of her father gives you goosebumps. You’re older now, wiser. And besides, what’s a little harmless flirting between family friends, right?

😈

Fabric Softener

Dark!BestFriendsDad!Steve x PlusSize!Reader x Dark!Neighbor!Bucky

warnings: noncon, threats of violence, mean!steve, meaner!bucky. i am not responsible for your media consumption.

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notes: this is for @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw Challenge. you deserve each and every follower, thank you for letting me participate.

wc: 1.2k

thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta’ing 💚

You were just trying to help him with the laundry, lifted up on your tip toes and explaining which detergent wouldn’t bleach the blues out of his favorite t-shirt when his fingers tangled into the hair at the base of your skull.

“Y’know, I’ve really gotta thank El for having such good taste in friends.”

His hips pinned yours against the washer, the steely length of him pressing into your ass cheek.

“Mr. Rogers, please—“

“Baby, I told you, call me Steve. We’ve only known each other since you and El met in high school. I even helped you unpack your dorm, I’d say we’re pretty close at this point.”

“Steve, don’t do this-“

He pulls your body ever tighter against his own, close enough for him to lean in and whisper into your ear.

“Don’t do what, sweetness?” The hand that wasn’t anchored to your scalp snaked its way around your waist, dipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties. “You think I don’t see how you look at me? You think I haven’t noticed how you gotta rub those soft fuckin’ thighs together every time I get close?” His middle finger slips between your folds, finding your clit and circling it slowly.

“Eliana will hear and she’ll come looking for me, you won’t get away with it.” Despite your threat your knees threatened to give out, your legs shaking from the building tension between your thighs. You feel him laugh more than you hear it, the contractions in his chest reminding you how much muscle he could use against you, much more than he was currently.

“Eliana took her Ambien twenty minutes ago. She hasn’t been sleeping so well since Sharon left. Come to think of it, neither have I.” Your whole body tensed as his tongue left a stripe of cooling saliva up your neck, stopping right below your ear.

“Mr. Rogers, please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” His finger stopped its ministrations against your clit, diving deeper to find the already primed entrance of your empty cunt waiting for him.

“I know you won’t tell, sweetheart, because you know what I’m capable of.”

He untangles his fingers from your hair and slams you forward by the back of your neck, a yelp escaping your throat as your face met the washer lid. You felt him bend over you, laying his weight across your back as he ruts himself against your clothed ass.

“You won’t tell anyone because you know all I would have to do is squeeze and you’d be done for.” You felt the tears slip over the bridge of your nose, collecting in a small puddle on the metal under you.

He holds you down with one hand, the other jerking your shorts down to web between your thighs. “Open those legs for me,” he cooed. You did as you were told, widening your stance as much as you could. “Goddamn, such a pretty pussy.”

You thought he was just looking, that he would be content to get a glimpse and let you go- but the sudden burning stretch of him plunging into you jolted you out of your pipe dream. He gave you no time to adjust, no time to get accustomed to his girth. “Oh, fuck, that’s tight.”

“Steve-“ you plead, your arms bracing against the washer as you try to push up.

“Be good for me, I don’t want to dig up the backyard tonight.”

You drop your weight back onto the washer, the burning in your chest from your sobs confusing as the pain morphs into a sick pleasure. You can feel your own wetness around him, feel how your cunt has betrayed you as your lunch crawls up your esophagus.

A rap on the garage door has you scrambling up and trying to get away, but Steve’s iron grip keeps you locked against him, your pussy fluttering around his length.

“Come on in, Buck,” he calls, his hips rutting erratically and making you whimper.The door swings open to reveal his best friend and next door neighbor, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your soft form held against Steve’s.

“Aw, buddy, you started without me? I’m wounded.” He and Steve share a look, dark and consuming, predator appreciating predator.

Bucky takes a step closer to you, his hand coming up to pinch your chin, turning your gaze to meet his. “Mr. Barnes, please help me.” Your face crumbles, your last ditch effort to appeal for sympathy dashed as he mocks your desperate expression.

“I don’t like it when they talk, I just wanna hear you choke.” You force your eyes shut, will your psyche to crack and take you far away from here, but a sudden sharp, burning pain to your cheek makes them fly open again. “Eyes on me,” Bucky commands, letting his belt hit the floor before he pulls his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

He’s already rock hard, his cock jutted out and bobbing when he hops up to sit on the washer. Your head is wrenched back again, Steve spitting words down into your ear as you tremble. “No teeth, sweetness, or I’ll remove ‘em myself.”

You barely have time to register what he means before he’s positioning your face over Bucky’s lap. Steve pins your elbows to your ribs on either side and lets his best friend take hold of your hair, pushing you down on his cock until he hits the back of your throat. Immediately your body tenses up with a gag, a low groan coming from behind you.

“Shit, Buck, do that again. This pussy is gonna choke the life outta me.” And he does, this time pushing down hard enough that the head of him pops into your throat. It burns, makes your thighs clench together with restraint, and both men moan out. “She clamps down every time you fuck her mouth,” Steve says, a chuckle rising from his chest as he pulls out only to slam back into you- making your head dive deeper onto Bucky’s length.

Both of your arms are tugged behind your back, Steve’s free hand snaking back to your front to apply pressure to your already throbbing clit. Bucky leans back against the cabinet, guiding your mouth around him every time Steve pushes you forward. You try to wriggle away from Steve’s exploratory fingers but you only succeed in pushing back into him, the lack of oxygen from Bucky fucking your throat making you dizzy and sensitive.

You feel your impending orgasm creeping up on you, the knot in your tummy tightening. You try to tell them to wait, that you don’t want this- but you only manage to gurgle around Bucky, his hips lifting to meet your face as his rhythm becomes sloppy. His grip on your hair tightens and you lose the ability to control your breathing, the edges of your vision darkening as your orgasm hits you.

“Are you cumming, sweetness?” His tone is incredulous, amused that your body has given in to him so completely. You only have time to register Bucky spilling down your throat before the darkness overtakes you, your body limp in their hold.

When you wake up on the couch, a blanket draped over you, you can hear them talking from the kitchen.

“So, Sharon is picking up Eliana tomorrow?” It’s Bucky’s voice, coming from a bar stool at the kitchen island.

“Yeah, but sweetness over there told her parents she was staying all summer.”

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[davesbigwhirlwind]

My uncle made me into a nerd

I just wasn't that academic I used to tell my mum - she disagreed - she thought I was just lazy. She was probably right.

I was 16 and leaving school and I didn't have any plans. So my mum announced that she'd spoken to my uncle, who had kindly offered to give me a job as the office junior at the firm he owned. As he lived and worked far away, it had been agreed that I would live with him.

The following Sunday I got the 2 hour train to my uncle's, where he met me at the station.

My uncle was quite a traditional man - he had a fully, neatly trimmed beard, fairly short coiffured hair, and generally wore tweed jackets and cardigans, and was seldom seen without a tie, and loved to smoke a pipe. He was a serious man, and definitely not one to have a joke - he could also have something of a short fuse, and could be a man of few words. Despite this, we had a good chat, and he seemed genuinely pleased that I was going to be working for him - he said that he felt I had great potential, and that he was sure I would do well - I just needed to follow his instruction and do my best.

I knew my uncle would want me to be fairly smart for the office, so I'd brought my old school trousers and shirts to wear in the week. I mentioned this to him, and he said we'd sort everything in the morning.

I settled into the spare room, which was a big, comfortable room with a double bed, chest of drawers, TV and big wardrobe which was currently half full of all sorts of stuff, such as an old computer, boxes of paperwork and some old clothes.

Monday morning came, and when I got out of the shower and there was a multi-packet of briefs and white vests on my bed. My uncle passed my room and said to put on the underwear and then he would be back - I explained I already had underwear that was fine to wear, but he said it made sense that I wore what he had got for me as it was new, and could I just do it please.

I did as he asked, to save starting off on the wrong foot, and then my uncle came in "Right, we'd better get you ready for your first day at work! Are you excited?" I assured him I was, and was ready to get stuck in. He said he had sorted some clothes for me to wear, but I reminded him that I had already brought some trousers and white shirts with me. "Oh no, you don't want to be wearing your school uniform! You're an adult now, so it's only right that you look the part. Now, I've looked out some clothes I don't use that will be perfect, given that we're a similar size - and you're welcome to keep them." I said I could buy anything that I needed, but he said that wasn't necessary, and I should save my money, and he was only too happy for me to make full use of these things that had just sat in his wardrobe. This was clearly an instruction rather than an offer. 

I looked at what my uncle was wearing - a pair of bluey-grey wool trousers and a pale grey check shirt, with a dark grey tie with cream stripes through it - he always looked a very washed out, as he generally only wore shades of grey or bluey-grey, with only his brown shoes adding any colour, and everything always looked very old fashioned. I could only hope that the clothes he was offering had been rejected by him for being too casual or colourful.

He went over to the dresser and opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of chocolate brown socks which he passed to me. I looked a bit confused. "Put them on" he said - I genuinely hadn't understood, as I could believe that anyone would think that a 16 year old boy would wear brown. I slipped the socks on, and he instructed me to pull them up. I did so. He then went to the wardrobe and pulled out a shirt that was very similar to his - a cream colour with a check running through it. I buttoned it up. It seemed very baggy and long in the body, but my uncle assured me that was the style. Next, he pulled out the most horrible pair of flannel trousers. They were a mid-brown colour, made with thick wool and tailored loosely - again, I said I'd just wear my own trousers, but this time he was clear "put them on." I grudgingly took the trousers from him. They were very rough texture and surprisingly heavy. I slipped them on and as I pulled them up my legs I could feel the coarse material rubbing against my leg. It felt horrible. I pulled them up and on buttoning them up I found they fitted my waist perfectly. The twin pleats meant there was extra fabric which then made for a wider trouser than the normally skinny jeans I'd normally wear. Sharp creases ran down the middle of each leg and then a turnup at the bottom gave extra weight which anchored the trousers which then hid part of my foot, due to being wider than I was used to. 

I was then told to do up my top button. I did so but it was really tight! I was then passed a brown tie with beige stripes. I tied it and my uncle then clipped on a solid tie bar about a third of the way down which attached to the shirt - very similar to one he was wearing. "You'll always want to wear one of these as it stops your tie getting in the way"

"Now, shoes," he said digging into the bottom of the wardrobe. "I bought this pair but they were too big for me, so I bought another pair in the size smaller, so I'm thinking these will fit you perfectly. He then presented a pair of highly polished tan brogues. They were covered in intricate stitching and decorative small holes in the leather and with a row of very fine laces running up the middle. I recognised them. They were identical to the pair my uncle was wearing. I said something about hard leather not being good for my feet, but he assured me I would soon get used to them. He pushed them onto my feet and then tied the laces tightly. What between the collar cutting into my neck and now the shoes restricting my ancles, I was not feeling so good, and that was before the horror of the suggestion of having to wear this outfit out of the house!

My uncle had one last surprise up his sleeve, as he showed me a tweed blazer in a light tan colour, wide lapels, and a longer, boxy fit. it was again heavy and felt too big. My uncle did up the top button of the two on the front and declared it perfect. I was then shepherded downstairs to be paraded in front of my aunt, who declared me to look very handsome, and that the colours really suited me. 

My uncle explained that he had tried wearing shades of brown for a short time, but he felt grey suited him better, so he relegated those clothes to the back of his wardrobe. I thought back to when I'd looked in the wardrobe and the various being brown, fawn, cream colours in the wardrobe - it now dawned on me that these weren't just random clothes that had been put there for storage....

There was a big mirror in the hallway, and I stopped to stare. I looked ridiculous. If you chopped my head off you'd think I was a middle-aged man (or older!) as no-one under 50 would wear any of these clothes, or in any of these colours. And this look definitely didn't suit me, and nor did it go with my lovely hair which flowed freely to just below my shoulders and with the gently tussled look that I had perfected after getting out of the shower. At least my hair was there to express my personality.

"Right, will we go then?" my uncle said. I nodded grudgingly. He opened the front door and gestured for me to walk in front of him to head to the car on the drive. I took one step 'clack.' And another 'clack.' I then walked closer to the car 'clack. clack. clack.' I lifted one of my feet and looked at the sole, fitted with metal plates. I then remembered you can also hear my uncle coming a mile off. I'm used to it now, but it always used to take me by surprise, as, on any hard surface you would hear his shoes clacking as he walked. People would look up and stare. Now this was me too. Though, to be honest people would stare anyway given what a 16 year old boy was wearing, but this would mean they'd get an audible alert.

We travelled in silence to the office. I was reflecting to the last half hour. It was really bad. the only saving grace was there was no-one I knew was there to see me.

We arrived. I got out the car. I took a couple of steps, still trying to get used to both the slippery soles of my shoes and the noise they made. My uncle strided off towards the door. I followed him into the office, both off us clattering down the polished wood floors in our polished brogue shoes. Everyone instinctively looked up. With that racket, who could blame them, and also I guess in heralded the arrival of the boss. Many pairs of eyeballs stared at me.

We reached the corner and he pointed to a desk as part of a group of 4 "this is yours, take a seat" now this is Sally, Daniel and Mark. And this is Alexander" I said hi to each of them. Sally was probably 60 and I knew to be my uncles secretary. Daniel was around my uncles age and I found out was office manager, while Mark was a graduate who had joined the firm the previous summer. 

"Make yourself comfortable, and we'll talk through your induction shortly" I sat down, and Mark sat next to me did a bit of small talk, and we got onto the fact I'd just left school. "was it public school? by any chance?" Mark asked. I said no and asked why he'd said that. "Well, it's just based on your outfit, I can only imagine that someone from public school might have clobber like that!" I explained that my uncle had had a guiding hand in the outfit. "Ahh, that explains it - I'm surprised you got away with that hair in that case" I queried this "well he made me get my hair cut shorter because he said it looked too messy." I looked at Mark's hair it wasn't long but it just about reached the collar of the shirt he was wearing, and just above his eyebrows, brushed to the side. He looked a bit surfer-like. "I love my hair, so there's no way I'm cutting it" I said.

The morning went quite quickly. Everyone was friendly. I took my jacket off as soon as I could, as all the other men were just wearing open shirts, so I felt over dressed (as well as being downed in a sea of turd-coloured clothing).

It got to 12.30 and my uncle said "right, grab your jacket, we're going out." I grabbed it and clicked along behind him. He turned round "well put your jacket on then" which I did while trying to keep up with him as we headed to the car. 

We parked up and headed to an open doorway, and I found myself in a barbershop. My uncle had a few words of greeting and then pointed to me "This is Alexander. He needs smartening up, as we discussed" I was told to take my jacket off and sit straight in the chair. 

I said I just wanted a light trim, as I was being caped up, but the barber patted me on the shoulder and told me to just relax, as my uncle had already sorted everything.

My hair was about a maximum of about 10 inches long at the front, and maybe 4 or 5 inches at the back - it was all swept back in quite a loose, bohemian style that I loved. I really didn't want to loose that style.

Before I could say another word the barber had his clippers in his hand and with a comb he was pulling out my hair from the side of my head about an inch or so and then cutting off the remaining hair. Massive long stands of hair were falling to the ground. This was years' of growth. "I really want to keep the length on top" I blurted out. The barber just smiled vaguely. This combing and clipping continued round the back and to the other side of my head, so that the hair on the sides was now drastically shorter, though still a little bit shaggy, and just nestled on the top of my ears. It was already way shorter than I would like. He then started on the top though this time leaving maybe 3-4 inches of length. I was devastated. He then dragged the comb down my head causing a slight pain on my head, and leaving a very precise parting down the left side of my head, as he combed the hair carefully to each side.

This done, he now turned back to the sides and using his comb, he now angled it downwards and swiped more hair off the side of my head. This time about half an inch of hair fell, and I could soon see that he was leaving shorter hair of only about an eighth of an inch at the bottom and blending upwards to maybe half an inch higher up, and progressing round my head once more. He then took a smaller razor and went round my ears and then also cut a line across the top of my sideburns, and I could feel him carving a line across the back of my head.

On the side of the brand new part he then continued with clipper and comb taking the length of all of the hair to the part line progressively longer, but the maximum length still only being about three quarters of an inch. Then across the top of my head he did some snipping with the scissors but with only very small specks of hair flying off. He then went around the upper sides blending the shorter sides with the longer length. This was all looking very short.

Finally, he then brushed down the long hair at the front and cut across my forehead at a diagonal, leaving long hair by the part which hung just above my eyebrow and finishing near the top of my head on the right side of my face. 

Suddenly the chair was tilted back and shaving foam slapped on my face. My little facial hair was quickly removed, and I could feel him shaving off my entire sideburns. On being returned upright, I could see that my face looked very pale following the removal of my attempts at facial hair - while the hair on my head made me look like some sort of preppy American Highschooler with the side part hanging loosely over my forehead. The barber took some gel in his hands and ran it through my hair working outwards from the part line. He then took the hair at the front of my head and flicked it upwards and to the side creating a small ridge. 

"Done" he announced proudly. My uncle stood up "excellent, now Alexander looks like a man you'd be proud to walk beside. Excellent work."

The barber showed me the back, which was a short blocked taper, where less than an hour before had been my beautiful mane. My neck was so pale! I saw what was a very standard business man's haircut. I guess it's exactly what my uncle would choose. In fact, it was just a shorter version of his haircut really. We definitely had matching side partings now. It was too grim for words. But he was the boss.

Back at the office, I felt even more embarrassment and we both clacked through the office, and me - not just a vision in brown, but now with my short business man's haircut. On sitting down, Mark whistled "that's some haircut you got there. Thought there was no way you were cutting it?" "Well my uncle made me realise that shorter hair is easier to manage when you've got a job." Neither of us bought that - it was blatantly obvious from the style of what was on my head that only one person had had any input into my new conservative haircut, and my new outfit, and it wasn't me.

Back at the house, my aunt was thrilled with my cut, and said how I looked like my uncle when he was younger!

I took my jacket off and sat down. I undid my top button, and started untying my shoes as my uncle jumped in - "we don't take out ties or shoes off until we retire to bed", he admonished me. I grudgingly re-tied. 

"Now, I've a treat for you - as a working man, you deserve a treat, and I'd like you to join me in a pipe." Now, he smoked regularly, but I had no interested - and in fact, I hated even the smell. I'd never smoked, and didn't want to. I politely declined.

He opened his drawer next to his seat and took out two pipes. One was newly boxed, he passed that one to me. I unwrapped it. He showed me how to roll tobacco and pack a pipe. He gave me a tobacco pouch, and lighter. Mine to keep he said. He then lit my pipe for me and put it in my mouth "now breath it" I tried not to breath in much, but even the little I did made me cough. "and again" I tried and coughed more. We continued this for about 20 minutes until the nicotine was making me feel faint. It certainly wasn't a treat.

By the end of week one I was hating it. The daily outfit remained identical, other than alternating between tweed blazers, shirts and ties, all in earthy shades. And he kept making me persevere with the pipe. I was coughing less but really didn't like it, and I now stank of tobacco.

I'd been getting on well with Mark - I think he felt sorry for me, and invited me out on Saturday with my mates. My uncle was happy to agree. I explained I'd like to wear my own clothes, but my uncle couldn't understand it - if you have good quality smart clothes available, why would you want to wear lesser clothes. And also all my old clothes had mysteriously disappeared. This wasn't a new work wardrobe. This was my only wardrobe.

Mark smirked when I entered the pub - "do you ever not dress like a grandad" he said.

We had a company away day which included some drinks afterwards. A couple of the guys said they were going for a cigarette, and my uncle said we'd join them. He got his pipe out and nodded to me. I shook my head, but he gave me THE look. I grudgingly got my pipe out. We lit up. Mark looked at me with disbelief. I could understand it. Here I was dressed in brown tweed, with the geekiest haircut and smoking a pipe. I was a lost cause.

#Nerdification #forced makeover #tf story #nerd #geek

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 ..........

Alastor x OC smut

Warnings: smut smut smut. Alastor being out of character (I tried my best), smut is not my strong suit. Squirting, oral (f receiving), piv sex, alastor being completely feral. A it of fluff at the end. Pls don't judge me 😭😭

Aponi's eyes fluttered open gently as a warm breeze wafted in through the window.

She sighed contentedly with a small smile before swinging her arm back softly to feel for her boyfriend. Only to be met with emptiness on the other side.

Sitting up, she yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes free of her tiredness.

As she processed the morning, she heard noises in the bathroom, the door closed.

With a raised eyebrow she stood up, fixing her pajama shorts as she walked to the bathroom and opened the door.

She chuckled when she was met with the image of the Radio Demon brushing his teeth.

"Is there an even you're going to or something?" She asked, leaning against the door frame as he finished brushing his teeth.

"No my dear! I just... wanted to brush my teeth before I did something!" He explained, getting exceptionally close to his butterfly.

"And what were you gonna do?" Aponi asked before walking into the bathroom herself to brush her hair.

Alastor stayed silent before speaking up.

"Its the first day of October my Darling," he stated, an awkward smile plastered on his face.

Aponi stopped what she was doing, a blush creeping up onto her face.

"That still doesn't explain why you were brushing your teeth," she joked, looking back at herself in the mirror.

Alastor's smile became dark, and somewhat scary as he grabbed her by her waist and all but threw her onto her bed.

"What-" she chuckled breathily "Alastor? What're you-" she was cut off by Alastor crashing his lips into hers.

She hummed into the kiss. It was loving.

Alastor spoke with actions. He wanted her to know he loved her.

As aponi sighed dreamily into the kiss, alastor changed it so it was hungrier.

Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them over her head, rendering her helpless.

His lips moved down her body as he all but ripped off her clothes.

"Hey! You owe me new pj's," she complained, only to be silenced when he spread her legs.

She attempted to close them.

"Hey woah, you don't have to do that," she stated.

"But darling, you smell so good," Alastor stated, not taking his eyes off of her wet cunt.

Aponi blushed. "Yeah but I doubt you'd like that... this is about you baby. Not me," she muttered.

Alastor chuckled darkly, using his strength to pry her legs open wider.

"You're right. And I would love if you'd let me do this for you, my dear," he stated, finally meeting her eyes, asking her genuinely.

Aponi bit her lip. "If you're into that.. then... okay," she smiled softly.

In a blink of an eye, Alastor's lips wrapped around her clit.

She let out a gasp and a moan as her hands shot down to tangle in his hair.

"Holy shit," she gasped as alastor licked a stripe up her folds. "Should I be jealous of whoever taught you to do that?" She asked, attempting to make a joke.

Alastor only hummed in response, sending up vibrations of pleasure throughout her body.

He smiled against her heat as his tongue dipped into her hole, chuckling darkly as he heard her gasp. His nose pressed against her clit as he ate her out.

"Oh fuck-!" She exclaimed as she clenched her thighs around his head.

Alastor moved his mouth up so he was suckinh on her bundle of nerves before two of his fingers entered her, moving in and out at an alarmingly slow pace.

Aponi bit down on her knuckle, trying not to meant too loud.

Her poor neighbors.

"Alastor please don't stop- don't stop-" she begged as her hips moved against him, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"M'so close.. please don't stop!" She slurred as her head fell back onto the pillows.

Her eyes widened as she felt empty.

"Al, what the fuck?" She asked as she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her, his eyes crazed as he pinned her arms down by her sides.

He kissed her violently and she moaned, still being able to taste herself on his lips.

She gasped as she felt his cock prod at her entrance.

When had he gotten undressed? She asked herself as she struggled to move.

As he practically shoved himself inside of her, she gasped out an "I love you".

The lights flickered red and Alastor grew in size, his eyes glowing and his antlers growing.

Aponi gasped as she felt him grow inside of her as well.

He flipped her over so she was on her stomach, her ass in the air as he pounded into her.

She gasped and let out a broken moan as she grabbed the bedsheets tightly, her nails digging into her skin of her palm through the fabric.

Alastor moved one of his hands down her stomach to where he could feel himself inside of her. He pushed down, causing him to grunt at how tight his beautiful girlfriend was.

Aponi moaned, tears pricking her eyes as they rolled back into her head.

His thrusts got sloppier than they already were.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it harshly so her back was pressed against him.

Her arm moved so her gand was on his back, her elbow next to his head.

Her nails scratched harshly on his skin, the scratches starting to bleed.

His thrusts got faster at the pain before he grabbed her hips harshly, definitely leaving a bruise as he kissed her neck, sucking on the space where her neck me ther shoulder.

"Alastor~!" She moaned as she tensed up, her release hitting her like a truck.

Alastor didn't stop. He was relentless as he chased his own orgasm.

Aponi gasped at the overstimulation as one of his hands moved town to play with her clit.

"A-alastor s'too much, baby.... Alastor!" She moaned as she felt herself squirt on him.

He let himself release inside of her, riding out his high slowly until his hips came to a stop and his full demon form faded away

Aponi collapsed onto the bed, catching her breath.

"Shit," she hissed as she felt every last bit of soreness in her body.

Alastor moved to lay down next to her, pulling her gently so her head rested on his chest.

After laying for a few minutes, apini spoke up.

"Wait so you cleaned your mouth so you could eat me out?" She asked, a smirk on her face.

"I shall not confirm nor deny anything, darling!" He stated, a blush on his face.

Aponi sighed happily before kissing his cheek.

"I love you," she muttered.

"I love you as well, my dear," he smiled, genuinely.

[sansundertale14x1]

This is absolutely disgusting.

Please do not click the keep reading button if you are in a little headspace- Kiddos, this is a big person deal :(

and before I get explainin, PROSHIPPERS LEAVE. Door's on the left, LEAVE.

It's not very often I'm physically repulsed to media. I mean, everybody says "That makes me want to puke" sometimes as an exaggeration, Even I do. And, I'd never think that I'd actually have the PHYSICAL response without joking.

Today, I posted a video on YouTube talking about the Object Show ships I hate, as I've seen many other people do the same. The opinions expressed in the video, I stand behind strongly. Most ships in the video which I dislike are Proships. (EX: Steve Cobs x MePhone4) I dislike them for this purpose, as shipping abusive relationships, family, and minors x adults is disgusting.

I then scroll through shorts for a while, proud for posting today instead of putting it off to tomorrow. And, I come across a Bluey edit. I smile, because I find Bluey a very fun show, despite it being 'childish'.

I notice something is off. The audio is speaking of how someone doesn't know of a sexual relationship. (I can't find the song, and I will edit this if I find it) I find this peculiar, as Bluey is made for children. And, this isn't even the last of it. The edit is directly implying that Bingo (a 4 year old CHILD) and Uncle Rad (Speculated to be a 38-40 year old MAN) are having a sexual relationship.

THIS IS FUCKING GROSS. NOT ONLY BECAUSE THAT IS SEXUALIZING OF A MINOR, BUT BECAUSE THEY ARE IN THE SAME FAMILY.

To assure this wasn't some disgusting shit post, I went onto the channel to investigate.

LOW AND BEHOLD, THERE'S MORE OF THIS GROSS SHIT.

Edits shipping Bluey and Socks (COUSINS, BOTH MINORS), Muffin and Stripe (DAUGHTER AND FATHER) and Muffin and Socks (SISTERS!!!!)

ALL OF THESE VIDEOS MADE ME PHYSICALLY PUKE.

Under most of these videos, the comments are turned off, or there are none. But the videos WITH comments...MAKE ME FEAR FOR THIS FUCKING GENERATION.

They state things such as: "You're so brave for this!" "So real! <3" and "I love this ship!"

IT MAKES ME GAG THAT THIS MANY PEOPLE THINK ITS OKAY TO SHIP FAMILY- AND EVEN MINORS WITH MINORS, OR MINORS WITH ADULTS.

IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND STILL DON'T THINK ANYTHING IS WRONG WITH THIS, THEN UNFOLLOW ME.

I also decided to not hide this fucking weirdo's identity. I'm exposing them for the disgusting shit that they have done.

This is their @ on YouTube: CharCharluv

PLEASE HELP ME CONVINCE THEM THIS SHIT IS WRONG.

and, IT DOES HURT PEOPLE.

I watch Bluey in a little headspace, yet, I can not fully regress- Also known as a Semi-regressor. Therefore, big thoughts are always sort of there. THIS EDIT IS ALWAYS GOING TO SIT IN THE BACK OF MY BRAIN WHERE I TRY TO COPE.

AND if you STILL need convincing that Proshipping isn't okay, please watch this video from Drama Kween, as she explains how this shit is gross.

Sure, it doesn't speak on the Bluey fandom, but still explains that this is NOT OKAY.

I hope my fellow Anti-Proshippers have a wonderful day, and that Proshippers think about how their actions affect actual people.

#proshippers dni #no proshippers #bluey #f/o community #rant post #rant #ranting #this is gross #Youtube #shipping

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Joke’s On You - Part 2

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want...

[Addition to One-Shot.] [Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Dom/Sub Dynamics.] [Warning: Manipulation.]

Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!  

“Hey. Hey.”

You sighed. Ignoring Fred’s waving enthusiastically at you, you ducked his hand and made your way into the classroom. Besides you, your friend asked, “Why was Fred Weasley trying to get your attention?”

“No idea,” you said simply, and you sat down in your usual seat.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

A week later – Fred was at his limits. He couldn’t stop dreaming about you and what had happened that day in the cupboard, but he also couldn’t seem to get you to even glance his way.

Finally, one day, he timed a bunch of fireworks to go off in the corridor that he knew you had to pass through to go from Transfiguration to Potions.

As the students screamed gleefully and Filch fumed, with his useless broom in hand, Fred ducked in and out of the corridor – until he spotted you. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you away from your friends and into a broomstick cupboard, which he immediately shut and locked.

“What in the world - ? Fred Weasley?” you coughed out. Your eyes watered from all of the smoke.

“Here. Press this to your mouth.” Fred gave you a cloth, and you did press it to your mouth. Amazingly, in just a couple of seconds, you felt perfectly fine again.

“Clarifying Charm,” Fred explained succinctly.

“Oh.” Then, your eyes narrowed. “So, you set off those fireworks? Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I wanted to talk to you.”

You huffed out impatiently. “And you resorted to fireworks? I told you, I hate your pranks.”

“Well, that’s all well and good, and we can discuss the pros and cons of fireworks versus other types of diversions, but the point is that you wouldn’t give me the time of day otherwise.”

“Oh, is that what you want?” you asked matter-of-factly.

“Huh?” Fred said, confused by your tone.

“You want me to pay attention to you?”

“Well,” Fred said uncertainly, caught off guard by how straightforward you were being. He ended up blurting out the truth, “I – I want you…”

You lifted your eyebrow at him. “Are you sure about that? I’m not very nice, you know.”

“I don’t care,” Fred replied bluntly.

“Fred, I’m serious. I’m not going to change.”

“I don’t want you to change.”

You sighed. “Fine.” Shifting closer to him, you pressed your finger against Fred’s chest. “If you really mean it, if you really want me - ”

“I do,” Fred said hoarsely.

“Then…” Your eyes drifted to the floor. “Lie down.”

Fred hesitated. “Lie down?”

“Yes.” You smirked. “Should I help you get down there?” You put your hands on his shoulders and then slowly made him kneel. Then, you gently put your foot against his chest and then pushed him over, so that he was lying down, with his back against the floor.

You stepped over him, so that your feet were planted one either side of his head.

Fred gulped, as he suddenly was treated to a view of your panties and ass underneath your skirt.

You laughed lightly. “You get excited so easily, huh?”

At this, Fred scowled. “No.”

“Well, all right, then. Let’s see how long you can hold onto that pride for.”

“Pride?” Fred said indignantly. “You’re talking to me about pride?”

At this, you sat down on top of Fred’s chest backwards, and then, looking over your shoulder, you replied easily, “Yep. Got a problem with that?”

As you spoke, you lifted your skirt up and tucked it very neatly into your waistband.  

Fred started to fidget, as you took forever to gather up all the stripes of your skirt and tuck them away.

You suddenly brought your legs together a little, so that they were flush against Fred’s shoulders, locking him in. “Stop moving,” you told him impatiently. “It’s making it hard for me to tuck my skirt in.”

What’s the point? When I’m going to rip it off of you, Fred thought to himself hungrily, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it, not when you were taking such care to tuck it out of the way.

So, Fred lay there, watching you taking an infuriatingly long time to get ready for whatever the hell you planned to to him.

Afterwards, when you’d finally finished, you didn’t even look back at Fred once when you abruptly leaned forward, giving Fred a perfect view of your ass lifting up.

“Fuck,” Fred breathed out softly, because he noticed that, in fact, you already had a little wet spot in your panties, in that soft little cotton strip that was barely covering up your pussy. He suddenly realized that you controlling him like this, making him wait as you pertly tucked away your skirt, made you wet.

But before Fred could contemplate this happy realization any further, he felt you tugging at his belt. Fred’s eyes widened as you carelessly yanked at his belt and then tossed it aside. Then, you pushed his pants down.

Fred held his breath in anticipation, waiting for your hands to delve into his boxers and wrap around his cock – but instead, you merely patted his cock from outside of his boxers.

“God damn it,” Fred croaked out from behind you. “What the fuck are you holding back for?”

You laughed lightly as you patted his cock again and whispered, “There, there.”

“Seriously, what the hell d’you think you’re doing?” Fred said, suddenly infuriated. He made to sit up, but, anticipating his move, you quickly scooched back, and you sat your little rump down right on his chest, pushing him back onto the floor by sitting on him.

“I told you,” you reminded him, “I’m not nice about these things, Fred. I suggest you lie down and let me handle… everything.” With that, you leaned forward and placed your hands on his thighs. Then, you started to rub yourself against Fred’s chest, right on top of his Gryffindor button-up.

Fred groaned. Your thighs, ass, and pussy felt so warm against him, and you were so soft. Plus, feeling the way your hands were pressing against his thighs, slipping a little as you moved your hips, only to come down again on his thighs, then to slip, and then to come back and finally clutch at the fabric of his trousers…

Fred lifted his head a little, not wanting to miss a single moment of the show you were giving him.

“Your pussy’s so pretty,” he whispered.

You paused and laughed a little. “What d’you mean?” you asked, in a deceptively soft voice. “You haven’t even seen it yet.”

“Yes, I did,” Fred told you. “Last time…”

“Shush,” you said suddenly.

At this, Fred managed to pull his hand free from his side, as your thighs were still sandwiching his torso. He reached out and he meant to tug your panties to the side – or better yet, rip them off completely – but suddenly, you reached back and caught his hand in yours.

“No. You can’t touch me.” You tossed his hand aside.

Fred looked up at you, for you were, once again, looking back so prettily over your shoulder and staring down at him.

“What? Why not?”

“That’s the rule. No touch.”

“That’s a rubbish rule.”

“Probably,” you agreed. “But that’s how it is, Weasley.”

Fred groaned heavily. “You’re impossible.”

You turned back and smiled to yourself. Then, you started to move your hips once more. This time, you clutched at the waistband of his boxers and held onto that as you grinded on top of Fred’s chest.

The more you got into it, the more you sank down on top of Fred, and the more your hand pushed his boxers, and his boxers went lower and lower on his hips, until it was right at the top of his cock…

But then, with a low, beautiful moan, you let go of his boxers’ waistband and instead fell forward onto Fred entirely. Your breasts were pressed up against his hips and stomach, while your head was resting just beside his cock.

At that moment, you reached down with your hand and rubbed yourself fervently between your legs, pushing yourself to cum.

Fred’s mind was spinning. His mouth fell open as he watched you getting steadily wetter on your hand, until the middle of your pink panties turned a blushing red. Meanwhile, you were moaning hotly against Fred’s pelvis, on his bare skin just above his cock. Then, when you finally made yourself cum, with a loud “uhn!” you jolted forward a little, and your mouth pressed flush against Fred’s cock – only he was still in his fucking boxers.

With a loud, needy groan, Fred suddenly buckled underneath you. He thrust his hips up into the air, towards your face.

You gasped a little in surprise, but you quickly sat up and grabbed his thighs and held them down.

“Please!” Fred begged, shivering underneath you. “P-Please take out my cock. Fuck, I can’t stand it anymore. C’mon, please…”

“No,” you insisted. “Merlin, I thought you were going to cum just from that.”

“No, I wanna – wanna be inside you before I c-cum,” Fred blabbered.

“Oh, Freddie,” you said softly, “how in the world will that ever happen, when you won’t even get to touch me?”

Just then, Fred lifted his hands and he tried to slyly grasp your hips, but you once again caught his wrists and tossed his hands away.

“I said, ‘no touch,’” you reminded him. “Touch me again, and I leave.”

Fred whimpered. “You’re fucking torturing me,” he accused you.

“You signed up for it,” you reminded him.

“No, I didn’t,” he pushed back. “Last time, you at least let me eat your pussy out, remember? But this time, you’re not even gonna let me touch you?”

You took a moment and you switched positions, sitting on his chest again, but this time, so that you were facing him. Then, you put your finger to your lips and pretended to think. “Hmm… Oh, that’s right. Last time, you did eat me out. I forgot all about it.”

Fred’s face flushed red with embarrassment. “You’re lying,” he said harshly.

You smiled and whispered back, “Maybe.”

At this, Fred’s eyes widened and his entire face lit up hopefully.

Oh my, he’s so easy, you thought to yourself. Poor boy. And I thought he was cleverer than that, what with all those stupid pranks and stunts he’s always pulling.

The thing was – Fred was cleverer than that, and honestly, it was your loss not to see how whipped Fred Weasley was for you.

Still, you sensed in your heart that Fred really was doing his best for you – playing nice, showing manners, respecting your rules – all of that, and for you. You guessed that he didn’t act this way around anybody else.

So, you told him, as sweetly as you could, “But if you’re a good boy, and you keep your hands to yourself, I promise I’ll give you a little show.”

“Show?”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “I’ll let you see my pussy, and I’ll cum for you.”

“Then, I get to taste you,” Fred bargained, excited, but trying not to show it in his attempt to negotiate with you.

“Well… We’ll see about that,” you replied smartly. Then, you propped yourself up on his chest again, making sure your pussyhole was pressed up against his chest.

Fred stiffened, and you felt him hold his breath.

Mmm, with his chest expanded like that, it makes it feel so good for me, you thought. His chest is so sturdy, must be from all that Quidditch he plays… You decided to reward him by sweeping your hair back over your shoulders and then slowly undressing yourself, unbuttoning your own jacket and top – but only for the first four buttons, only enough for Fred to glimpse the slightest cleavage of your soft breasts.

Fred suddenly exhaled, though in a rather stuttering fashion.

You smiled to yourself. Then, you placed your hands delicately on Fred’s chest, gathering them up together rather cutely. Of course, with this motion of gathering your arms together and leaning forward to make sure you were sitting perfectly on Fred’s chest, suddenly, Fred had a wonderful view of your breasts peeking out from your shirt.

“Fuck, baby, you look so soft,” Fred whispered, hardly aware that he was speaking.

“Mmm, well, my pussy gets soft, too, when I cum,” you told him, as shyly as you would have confessed to him. Then, leaning forward onto your hands a bit more, you started to grind your little cunt on his chest again.

Fred could not believe how gorgeous you looked, shifting on top of him like that. Your hips kept rolling forward, lifting your ass up and down. Your skirt, while tucked away, had fallen to your hips, and it flounced along as you pushed yourself over and over against him – against “Freddie,” as you kept moaning out. Fred usually hated that name, but when you moaned it and like that, well, it was a completely different story. He loved being called that by you because he loved the way his name spilled from your lips as you pleasured yourself on top of him.

More than once, Fred’s hands crept up to press themselves against your ass. Every time, you whispered a reminder of, “No touch.”

But you continued to grind your pussy faster and faster against his chest, until a button came flying off of his shirt. It hit the floor, bounced a few times, and then rolled away. Fred didn’t care, he barely even saw it pop off, because he was so mesmerized in watching you. At some point, your head dipped back and Fred saw the way your hair streamed down your back, and if he looked closely enough – which he did – Fred could see the outline of your pussy lips against your wet panties, and he could see how your pussy lips spread out against his chest as you kept pressing yourself against him.

More than anything, Fred wanted to sit up and hold you in his arms, or to at least be able to grasp your ass and held you rub yourself all over his chest… At the same time that he felt intensely satisfied watching you use him like this, making yourself warm and wet and “soft,” as you’d put it, on his chest, there was an equally intense dissatisfaction because fuck, why wasn’t he allowed to touch you?

Fred suddenly breathed out harshly, and your breath caught, as you buckled forward slightly, what with his chest suddenly deflating underneath you.

“Freddie, hold your breath. It feels better,” you scolded him lightly.

Fred listened to you, sucking his breath in and holding it. However, in his head, he half-begged and half-argued with you, thinking, I can make you feel much better than this, I know it. I can make you cum faster and harder, and I swear I’ll make you cum over and over again. You can use my chest like this, sure, but I’m also ready to give you my fingers, my mouth, and Merlin, my cock – please, take my cock in your pussy, c’mon, baby, c’mon…

Fred was slowly going crazy within the confines of his own mind, which, of course, was exactly what you wanted.

Finally, with a hard puff of a sweet, little “ah” leaving your lips, you left a cute, yet quite sizeable wet stain on the front of his shirt.

“Mmm,” you moaned, and you wiggled your hips happily on top of Fred.

“Shit, baby,” Fred whined, “you’re so fucking cute. Please let me touch you.”

“No,” you stressed. “The rules haven’t changed. But…” You ran a single finger down Fred’s throat and onto his chest. “You did let me cum on you, so here. Watch me, baby.”

As soon as Fred heard you say, “watch me, baby,” he was riveted, and he would not have looked away for the world.

You lifted your hips ever so slightly. Reaching down, you finally pulled aside your panties and let Fred see your wet, pulsing little cunt.

Fred swallowed thickly. Oh, fuck, her pussy’s even prettier than I remember. And Godric, she’s so fucking wet. She’s wet enough to take fingers, to take cock. Fuck, I need to be inside her. I just – I need it so badly. I want to hear her moan when she first takes my cock, and I just know I can make her gasp desperately, and to cum like she’s never cum before…

But you kept your thighs pressed tightly against Fred’s arms and you forced him to watch you cum all over his chest without allowing him to lift so much as a finger to touch you.

Instead, you reached down and rubbed your wet little pussy a few times before you pushed your fingers inside of yourself. “Uhn,” you moaned out hotly. “Mmm, yes.”

You sighed out faintly before you told Fred, quite truthfully, “I love it when my pussy’s full. Freddie, you can’t even imagine how tight I get for fingers, and especially for… cock.” As you mentioned the word, “cock,” you pushed your fingers inside of yourself once more.

Fred’s cock throbbed heavily in his boxers. He felt so keyed-up, so ready to make love to you – and yet, here you were, keeping him as trapped as ever. Fred suddenly growled, in a far more demanding tone than you expected, “Let me touch you.”

You paused, and you cocked your head as you studied him. Where did that growl come from? you wondered. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little bit taken aback.

But you retained your teasing, dominant persona, as you murmured quietly, “Can’t take it anymore, Freddie?”

“I – really – fucking – can’t,” Fred stressed. And it was true. Though you couldn’t see it, his cock was so stiff it was all but poking out of his boxers.

“Well, then. Here.” You leaned forward a little, and then, you pushed your cum-soaked fingers against his mouth.

Fred’s mouth opened a little, and rather helplessly, when he felt your little hand on his mouth. Your fingers slipped into his warm, wet mouth.

“There,” you said softly, “you got to taste me again…”

Fred sucked hard on your fingers, and then, he slipped his tongue over and between all of your fingers – though, sadly, there were only three fingers inside of his mouth.

“That’s enough.” You took your hand away.

By now, Fred was nearly crying. His face was flushed a brilliant red that rivaled his finger hair. And his tall, lanky body was trembling all over the floor – both with want and indignation.

“ ‘S not enough. Please, baby, please…” Fred gasped out. “Want my mouth on you. Want to taste that little pussy of yours. Fuck, please, please let me. Don’t – Don’t you want it too?”

Slowly, you shook your head. Almost sadly, you murmured, “No, Freddie, not from you.”

“Please.”

“You’re so desperate. Poor baby.”

“Please,” Fred choked out again, nearly crying. He tried to shift forward, because your wet little pussy was right there, in front of him. Startled, you nearly fell off of him, as his abrupt movement dislodged you.

Fred suddenly sat up. In a fury of motion, he abruptly grabbed your hair rather roughly in one hand, and with the other, he gripped the side of your rolled-up skirt.

Before you could berate him, Fred snarled at you, “‘M not fucking touching you.”

You stared at him, in total awe of him.

Fred held you in place, with his fingers meanly gripping your hair and holding your head in place so that you had to stare directly into his face, without being able to turn away, while, with his strong grip on your skirt, he kept you sitting right in his lap.

“You are touching me,” you pressed back, though you were still stunned by how abruptly Fred had flipped the tables on you.

“No, it’s your hair and your stupid skirt I’m touching,” Fred growled. “Now, stop teasing me.”

“I wasn’t,” you lied through your teeth. You reached up and gently pushed at his chest with both of your hands. “Now, let me go, Freddie.”

At this, Fred softened. The anger softened in his eyes. But he still held onto you as he asked, in a demanding yet strangely pitiful voice, “You don’t want me? At all?”

You suddenly felt a deep thrill go through your heart. “Fred, it’s just a little game we played.”

“Fine. Fine, it’s a game we played,” Fred accepted.

You started to relax a little, convinced that you had convinced him, when Fred suddenly added, “Well, game’s over now. What are you going to do?”

You stared at Fred, and before you could help it, your anger was starting to show. Your eyes blazed at him, and your brow furrowed.

Fred met your gaze – or, more accurately, he had reached that point far before you, most likely ever since you left him in that secret passageway with messed-up hair, a dazed look, and a mouth glistening with your cum – and he did not back down, not in the least.

And in that moment, there was an incredible meeting of energies, and a brilliant spark appeared. It was a furious moment, but one that sparkled with possibility. And, if only you could have let your pride down in this one moment, just like Fred had asked you to, you could have had Fred Weasley, and Fred could have had you.

But then, Fred moved too quickly – He suddenly leaned forward and he kissed you.

You started at once, but it was confusing – while you backed away by leaning backwards, your hands on his chest balled up into little fists, grabbing at Fred’s shirt and you accidentally pulled him with you. Fred, also taken aback by your sudden movement, felt you almost falling off of his lap. He quickly and instinctively reached up and grasped your bare thigh, just to make you you wouldn’t fall.

Unfortunately, the second his warm hand met your thigh, you suddenly reverted to yourself.

“No, you don’t,” you whispered furiously, and you pushed him back.

At your slightest touch, Fred immediately backed away from you. His intention had never been to hurt you. “Sorry!” he blurted out. “Listen, I wasn’t trying to – I’m sorry - ”

“You cheat,” you seethed, mad as all hell.

But, hearing you call him a cheat of all things, made Fred bristle. “I’m a cheat?”

“Yes. You touched me!”

“Okay, so you get to cum all over me, but I can’t even kiss you?”

“Yes, those are the rules,” you said stubbornly.

Fred groaned. “Who the fuck cares about your rules?”

“Because I said so,” you replied instantly. But you flushed when you realized how immature you sounded.

“Well, if those are the only rules you can come up, maybe you need someone to put you in your place,” Fred argued with you.

At this, you scoffed. “In my place?”

“Yeah,” Fred said hotly.

You suddenly stood up, and before Fred could respond, you put your foot on his chest and you pushed him back down on the ground.

Knowing he would see up your skirt again, and that your panties were still pulled to the side, revealing your wet little pussy that he hadn’t gotten to touch yet, you smiled cheekily down at him. 

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to put anyone in their place. No, you just stay there and count to ten, Freddie.”

Fred’s mouth fell open.

You smirked. “But, you know, I’m really doing you a favor. You better use this time to think about something other than pranks and sex, okay? Obviously, you didn’t listen to me last time. That was your mistake.”

You then pulled out your wand and pointed it at the ground. A second later, Fred’s missing button came flying into your palm. You leaned down and placed it on Fred’s trembling lips. Then, holding your hair back neatly, you leaned down and pressed your lips against the button – never touching Fred’s lips, but only kissing through the button.

With that, you whispered adoringly, “Okay, love, bye. Have a good day, now.”

You patted Fred on the chest once – a quick, glancing pat – and then you were gone.

Fred was left lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, more dazed and confused than he had ever been in his life, including the time that he and George had accidentally set off a crate full of fireworks and he’d literally been thrown back and fell a good three feet in the air before hitting the ground again.  

An entire minute passed before Fred croaked out dryly, “Fuck.”

The button slipped off his lips when he spoke, and it slipped onto his neck.

Fred didn’t have the energy to reach up and remove it for another solid minute.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

But something about Fred Weasley had captured your attention, and you found yourself thinking of him more often than you cared to admit. However, unable to admit any soft-hearted feelings for him, even to yourself, after the way you’d treated him, you instead channeled your feelings through your pettiness.

The next time Fred tried to cause a diversion by using fireworks, you used the handkerchief that Fred had given you. With it, you were able to quickly spot Fred in the hallway. You rushed over to Filch and hurriedly guided him to Fred.

Close enough to see Fred’s bright hair even through the smoke, Filch’s hand shot out and gripped Fred’s ear – and yanked.

“Ow! Merlin!” Fred yelled.

“I’ve gotchu now!” Filch crowed victoriously.

As the smoke began to clear, Fred scowled at Filch – but then, catching a glimpse of you standing at Filch’s side, his mouth fell open.

You waved his handkerchief in the air and said happily, “I’m forever immune from all of your jokes, thanks to this.”

Fred mouthed at you soundlessly, with his mouth going up and down pathetically like a fish’s.

You giggled. “Be a good boy now, Freddie.”

It was only when Filch was dragging Fred around the corner, that he shouted out in outrage, “You traitor! But you’re still not immune from the ones that don’t use smoke! You just keep that in mind!”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

As it turned out, years later, when the Ministry of Magic made their biggest purchase of the year at Weasley’s Wizard’s Wheezes, they purchased a number of non-smoking items for undercover work. The irony of it all was, of course, that Fred and George pocketed the most gold they had ever had in their lives by selling a line of products that Fred had started to release his regret and bitterness over what had happened with you.

Perhaps that was why, when he caught a glimpse of you in his shop that afternoon, he felt as though he’d been hit by a sledgehammer. All sorts of emotions came flooding into his heart – emotions that couldn’t at all be justified given the short time and strange, fevered experiences that he had had with you. And yet, there was something about you that Fred couldn’t ever forget, or even think badly of.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

For your part, sometimes, when you allowed your mind to wander, you ended up thinking about that moment with Fred Weasley – that moment when you had both been furiously gazing at each other, trying to think about how to get into each other’s heads, fighting for control and secretly loving how feisty the both of you were with each other… You wondered about how things might have turned out differently, if you had given yourself to Fred. He was certainly a warmer, more giving person than I was. No question about that, you thought. I’m sure he would have made my life fun.

Just then, somebody in your office called for you. You started, and then you immediately replied that you would be right there. In a position as high and respected as yours, you couldn’t afford to be distracted, you knew that. Still, you allowed yourself one last smile before you once again took the memory of Fred Weasley and locked it away safely in that tiny space of your heart that you had never really acknowledged in your life – a space of thrilling adventure, feverish love, and unexplained wanderlust.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #Joke's On You

[alexies101]

Hello, Goodbye.

(Thank you all for voting in my poll! I hope this satisfies! :>)

"You don't need to do this! You ought to step away!"

"I must! I could write down a million reasons why this damn duel must happen!"

Alexander grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. "Then give me a reason!"

"Because he almost took you away from me, Godamnit!"

----

"Boys." Washington called them all to the office late into the night. They all knew something had happened. John was especially nervous, where was-

He held a Betsey Ross flag. They all stared, silently hoping it wasn't who they thought it was.

"Laurens, please step forward." His voice was low. He never said please. The tall man dragged himself to the general. He passed the flag to him, his hands trembling. "Hamilton-" his voice broke, and so did everyone else. "I'm so sorry, boys."

His mind blacked out. It went to a terrible place, the same place he went when his mother died. He felt tears as his lip quivered. This couldn't be happening.

"Hello, family."

The entire room gasped. There was the walking dead man. He was soaking wet, shaking like a leaf, bruised and cut, bloody, yet alive. They rushed to fuss over him, picking him up and striping him of his wet clothes. He was put on Laurens' lap, who was sobbing so hard he could barely breathe, and was wrapped in a towel.

"I don't understand!" Washington looked at Hamilton, only his face being visible. "General Lee wrote to us stating your departure!"

His teeth were dancing in his mouth. "S-sir, that-that bastard le-left me!"

"Explain immediately."

He told them all of his abandonment. Lee had mistaken him for dead and left without as much as a second glance to make sure. For hours, he had to carry his hurt and sore body to the base.

It was then the first hot slap of hatred hit Laurens.

-

"Jackie...? Are thy-"

"Yes, I'm here."

Not only did Charles Lee abandon them all at the battle, but he nearly killed his beloved again. He was stuck fighting in the summer heat, his poor body already weak from what happened in the river. It didn't help that his horse fell on him. He was overheated, nearly having heat stroke before someone saved him.

"I apologize for what the bastard did." John was sitting next to him, stroking his sweaty hair.

"'Tis but a scratch.'" He laughed as his own joke, coughing in his fist after the laughter made his chest heavy.

"I despise Lee. Washington ought to get rid of him." He laid down, hugging the other's body close to him.

The sick one smiled at him. "We can only hope."

-

The biggest slap came later that night. Hamilton's fever spiked and he was hallucinating. He was pointing to random objects and telling what seemed to be a man that they weren't his. John couldn't get through to him, even when he shook him.

He walked out after bringing the shorter to the nurse for the night. He sat by the pond, stretching his greasy hair.

"I wish Lee dead." He muttered, rubbing his thin mustache. "Oh-" his voice was breaking into a sob. "-how I wish you dead."

----

"So it's not about Washington?" Alexander asked as John had his face in his hands.

He sighed and looked up. "For someone as bright as yourself, you never fail to amuse me in such ways."

He walked over to embrace him. It was a long one with a few kisses.

"Get done with this." The shorter informed him while they were getting back on their horses. "Then you'll be rewarded."

----

The duel was successful, very successful. Lee was shot, Laurens was fine, and everything would begin to fall into place.

"You see? All that worry for nothing." They rode in a field, racing each other.

With his curls in his face, he laughed. "Oh hush, you!"

They locked lips only for a moment. "Now, what's my reward?" Alexander looked down, grinning. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. "Oh, I see. I suppose we take this to the tent, no?"

With another laugh, the redhead's horse raced there, leaving John in the dust. With the same excitement, the other's horse followed, wind blowing his hair back. Sunlight shined on him. He felt lighter. Things would be better if Lee was dead, but he did all he could. He'll get his comeuppance soon.

#hamilton fanfiction #fanfics #writeblr #writing #hamilton #historical lams #lams #john laurens #alexander hamilton #angst with a happy ending #angst

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck and Eddie: The Shooting vs. The Shocking

Buck & Eddie’s Relationship vs. Chimney & Hen’s Friendship

Part 2 of 3: Medical attention and the aftermath

Part 1

Please note: a more thorough analysis of Buck and Eddie’s relationship when compared with Hen and Chimney’s friendship was previously written, completed and posted by me on June 4, 2022 (related post). 

Buck’s reaction to Eddie being shot in front of him in 4x13 “Suspicion” was different from Hen’s reaction to Chimney’s heart being stopped in front of her in 5x17 “Hero Complex”.  While it is true people can react differently whenever they’re in the middle of a crisis, especially one that involves a loved one who’s in serious danger; the way Buck took over and handled Eddie’s medical care was very different from Hen’s involvement in Chimney’s medical care. Reminder, Hen is a paramedic and she’s been one for years but Buck is NOT a paramedic!

Buck and Eddie

After Eddie was shot, Buck crawled underneath the 133′s ladder truck, he pulled Eddie back underneath that same truck and he lifted Eddie off the ground so that he could place him inside of the truck in 4x14 “Survivors’.  Once they were enroute to the hospital, Buck gently laid Eddie down with the help of the 133′s paramedic and another firefighter.  Buck ripped opened Eddie’s shirt, tore the gauze packets open with his teeth and then he applied pressure to Eddie’s wound.  He consistently talked to Eddie in an attempt to keep him conscious and in response, Eddie remained conscious enough to check on Buck and he asked him “Are you hurt?” (Edmundo the protector).  There really wasn’t much the 133′s paramedic could do except for apply the oxygen mask over Eddie’s nose and mouth right before he went unconscious for the last time. Buck was broken after Eddie got shot and after they made it to the hospital and Eddie was wheeled into the emergency room, Captain Mehta asked Buck if he was ok but after several seconds, he finally responded, “No!” (Related post)

Chimney and Hen

After Chimney shocked Jonah with the defibrillator and Jonah passed out, Chimney used all of his strength to get off the table so that he could crawl over to be next to Hen. Once the police arrived, they arrested Jonah, and it appears while they were still inside of the house, the paramedics assisted Chimney and put him on the gurney.  Hen allowed the 118′s paramedics, who apparently work on a different shift than them, to help Chimney and even though she was in MEDICAL SCHOOL and IS A PARAMEDIC herself, she DID NOT step in and take over.  It’s obvious that she could have since she witnessed the things Jonah did to Chimney but she didn’t. She rode inside of the ambulance with him but she sat on the opposite side so that the paramedics could prepare them for transport to the hospital.

Buck returned to a catatonic state after someone helped him remove the blood from his face and it appears someone gave him another shirt to wear because when he left the hospital, he wasn’t wearing the striped-white button-down shirt he had on when they arrived.  (The audience didn’t SEE ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED PAST THE GLASS DOORS WITH BUCK AND WE’RE STILL NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.)  When he went through the “glass doors” (related post) to exit the hospital, his face was pale and his eyes were red rimmed.  He tried to AVOID having a conversation with the woman who called out to him and it was clear from his responses to her that he was too emotionally distraught to speak.  He told her, “I need to talk to Christopher!” because he had one goal and that was to go talk to their son.  On the other hand, Hen and Chimney were doing better after they made it to the hospital.  Both of them tried to convince Dr. Salazar that they felt fine but she explained how they needed to be kept overnight for monitoring. Chimney even joked with Hen about their victory lap being different from what they had imagined with regards to Jonah being caught.

After Buck made it to Eddie’s house, he explained to Christopher that Eddie had been hurt on the job and once Buck received a text message from Bobby about Eddie, he finally let out a trapped breath and then he broke down. He cried, Christopher tried to console him when he said, “It’s going to be ok Buck”.  Then they both cried and consoled each other.  Karen had a similar reaction to Buck’s because once she made it to the hospital, she cried when she finally saw Hen.  Hen reassured her and explained that she was fine but that Chimney had taken the brunt of it.  Maddie wasn’t there (only the show knows why) but Karen was concerned about Chimney too.  Karen then said, “God, all the way over here, I just...I was mentally preparing myself for the worst-case scenario. I didn’t know where you were. Or if you’d even make it out alive. What would I tell Denny?”.  Her words to Hen were similar to Buck’s actions after Eddie had been shot.  Buck probably imagined the worst-case scenario too and he didn’t know what he was going to tell Christopher.  Therefore Karen’s reaction to Hen being hurt was similar to Buck’s reaction to Eddie being hurt.  If Maddie had been there, her reaction to Chimney being hurt would have been similar to both Buck’s and Karen’s reactions.

GIF 4x14 “Survivors”

GIF 5x17 “Hero Complex”

GIF 4x14 “Survivors”

GIF 5x17 “Hero Complex”

GIF 4x14 “Survivors”

GIF 5x17 “Hero Complex”

GIF 4x14 “Survivors”

GIF 5x17 “Hero Complex”

GIF 4x14 “Survivors”

GIF 5x17 “Hero Complex”

GIF 4x14 “Survivors”

GIF 5x17 “Hero Complex”

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #hen wilson #chimney han #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 speculation #911 meta #911 s6 #911 #911 season 6 #911 season 6 speculation #chimney x hen #911 spoilers #karen wilson #4x13 & 4x14 The Shooting #5x17 The Shocking

[toiletwipes]

Okay so, you're out with simpbur right? And one of your friends see him and ask if this is the boytoy who's been taking up so much of your time, just light hearted jokes ya know? Cut to you calling him your boy toy in bed while you fuck him; all degradation and shit.

this got a little long gjdghghfjd warning; 18+ smut, slight degradation

"Oh my god!" You hear while looking at the shirts at a Spencer's with Will and when you turn around, it's a pleasant surprise to find your friend there, already reaching for a hug. "Hey, it's nice to see you, even if it was just a few days ago." She says as she's pulling away and then notices the tall, lanky awkward mess behind you. The grin on her face makes you wanna take him away with you. Please don't embarrass you, please don't- "this the boytoy stealing you from me?"

You immediately flounder, shoving her shoulder and not really denying it, because well yeah maybe he is, but in a Spencer's? Really? Turning to him, you try to salvage the situation where you're being laughed at by an old man but he's standing there- a little stiff, red-faced and openly staring at you. It catches you off-guard but you shelve that information for later. After she stops laughing, you and her talk for another minute before she's called away by other people. Leaning into Will's side, you gave him a lazy grin, "wanna get out of here?" He doesn't hesitate to say yes, buying you that cool shirt and then getting out of the Spencer's.

It's not till later in the night, after getting takeout and re-watching an old favorite of yours and heading to your bed when he wraps his arms around you from behind, tugging you into his chest. (Whatever you have with him, you're not sure what it is but you kinda like it.) Leaning your head back onto his shoulder, you let him press kisses into your neck before guiding him to bed. It's not until after you've thrown your clothes off into the dark corners of your room, already bouncing on his cock, pressed chest to chest when you remember the conversation from earlier. Your head tosses back, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you spoke, "god it feels so fucking good," and when your head rolls around on your shoulder before leaning into his neck, licking a stripe to his ear, "my fucking boytoy, aren't you?" And the way you could feel his dick twitch inside of you, and the way his head hangs and lands on your shoulder. Grinning you continue, "such a fucking slut, you'd do anything for me." And he nearly sobs into your skin, with the way he moans and slithers his arms around you, pressing you into him. Biting your lip, "then fuck me good now," and let me tell you. He did.

(Definitely didn't explain to your boss the exact reason you had to call in either. Will watching you with a bitten smile, because he knew. He did exactly what you wanted.) And he gets you all to himself.

#peaches my beloved #wipes answers #c: simpbur #eggplicit #hot hot hot #k: degradation

[brwnicons]

Hi! I just found you and I devoured your works! I loved them, they made my day 😊 And you're a fan of the Beetlejuice musical as well! I had a glimpse of hope when I read his name in the master list, but was sad to see that nothing was there about him 😭. So I thought about requesting something myself if/when you're free and willing to do it ^^ Maybe a gn reader, a short fluff fanfic where reader is his biggest fan. Not wanting to limit you, let your fantasy go wild, you're very talented! ♥️

☆ Thanks you so very much !! I love this chaotic little demon and I was eager to write for him, I'm not very happy with how it turned but I really hope you like it <3 ☆

Beetlejuice x FanReader

-> Summary: Reader's gender is not specified, a little one-shot and a blurb, fluff, platonic/romantic relationship

-> Warnings: None that I can think of!

Please tell me if you find any mistake

[☆]

You had just moved to your new home, an old and historic, dark wooden house whose prior owners almost gave you free.

They explained you that they had the urge to leave it as soon as possible, since "Bizarre things never ceased occurring there."

You took it as just a joke, since it would be easier to convince a young customer to purchase such an old house if they added a bit of drama to it. Maybe the house maintenance was too expensive for them. "Though...", you eventually thought, "They didn't seem as if they were joking..."

However, there you were, waking up on a comfy bed after surviving a surprisingly restful night at your new home. You yawned and stretched your arms before rubbing your eyes with somnolence.

Then, you headed to the bathroom first and started washing your face. As you had your eyes closed when wetting your face, you could swear you had heard a thump behind you. Convinced that it could be the wind, you dried your face and and decided to check behind you in case something dropped.

When you turn around your gaze meets your now completely messy room. All of your clothes are spread around, your desk is upside down and your closet doors, wide open.

"What the..."

"Just a little redecorating, babe, hope you don't mind!" Your breath hitched and your eyes widened the moment you heard a raspy voice followed by laughter coming from behind you, from the mirror.

You took a deep breath and slowly turned around, facing the neon-green haired demon that showed you a wide toothy grin.

Your mind raced with a million thoughts and you weren't capable of form a single word. The demon before you laughed again, amused with your apparent fearful reaction.

"Bee- Beetlejuice?" You managed to whisper, your hand touching the mirror glass as an excited smile made it's way to your face.

His expression changed drastically at your words and he quickly got out of the mirror to arrive by the bathroom doorframe, where he floated nervously. His hair had now tinted in the brightest of green except for his yellowish hair ends

"You...know me?"

"Of course I do! You're the ghost with the most, the demon straight from hell, the bioexorcist, the-"

"Woah, calm down, babes. I definitely didn't expect fans, you alright?" He asked apparently uncomfortable, though his bright green hair was revealing that he was indeed really flattered.

"Sorry, I'm just really excited to meet you. I didn't mean to bother you, I moved here just yesterday."

"I know. I spent the whole day thinking of pranks to put on you yesterday." He confessed as he scratched his neck awkwardly. "But you seem like a much better roomie than that decrepit couple, soo..." his hair was getting more and more yellow and his hands were fidgeting with his own striped tie until he mumbled a proposal, "...Roomies?"

Your eyes lit at his proposition and you couldn't help but to release an excited "Yes!" that gave him a huge grin and a bright neon hair.

And of course, he excitedly gave you an autograph.

And about the agreement, you both would win with it: Beetlejuice would have an amazing roommate and neither of you would feel lonely.

Living with him has his pros and cons. Yes, he had the ability to always boost your serotonin with his jokes and his cheerful personality, but he is also the filthiest friend you could ever ask for. Also, he seems to have a black hole for stomach and zero respect for privacy so all your savings end up in snacks, but at least he also eats every cockroach and spider that dares to set foot on your house.

And don't let me get started on visits. He will try to scare them away unless you state really seriously that they're your friends and mustn't be scared. If you seem to appreciate your visitors too much or you are away from home (due to work, college...) too much time, he'll feel so lonely that just only an entire week of spending time with him and him only will be able to cure him.

☆ I love him so much that I'm not capable to order my thoughts properly so to continue this request here is a blurb about living with him !!  Hope you understand my chaos ☆

He is a very good friend. He will listen to your problems and will offer solutions, he has very good taste in horror films too so movie nights are a MUST in your house.

He is also the most affectionate, doesn't matter if your relationship is platonic or romantic, he will give you the best bear hugs at any time and will compliment your outfits, jewelry, hairstyle...

Show him about video games!! The previous couple had none but once he discovers them he will have so much fun. He loves playing videogames with you, specially horror ones (he makes fun of you if you play calm games like animal crossing or minecraft but as soon as he is alone in your house you can be sure he will sell shells to Tom Nook or build a sheep farm).

He loves singing too! Karaoke in your house is obligatory, he will sing whatever you put him with all the drama he can gather (but we all know he sings good as hell!)

The most negative thing about living with him is not the smell or mess he usually makes, but his unexistent sense of privacy.

He'll enter in the bathroom whenever you're in, doesn't matter if you're in the toilet or taking a shower, he has no problem with opening the courtain wide and ask you if you ate his cheetos. Picture him as kind of a cat, because your bed will never be yours only again.

With the excuse of feeling lonely he'll end up sleeping every night on your room, sometimes even in your bed too so I hope you buy a bigger one.

It doesn't even have to be romantic or flirtatious, he just wants to sleep with you so he doesn't feel alone (also because he has plenty of nightmares and hugging you tightly after one is far more therapeutic than having to deal with them alone. Evidently, you don't know about this reason. Not yet.)

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