#again with the YOU CAN BARELY SEE MY FACE BUT YOU KNOW IM HOT pictures

[blxckmassbaby]

Campus Tour(sequel to Back to School)

Pairings: LSU Joe Burrow x Black! Fem Reader

Warnings:Smut (MINORS DO NOT READ)

Synopsis: Joe shows you around the football facility…and more.

A/N: Sorry for the fic delay! as always let me know what you think and sorry for any mistakes <3

Read back to school here<3

Even though you were a senior,it still seemed like you hadn’t seen everything on campus. Luckily for you,messing around with Joe gave you more than just good dick,he took you to places around campus you hadn’t seen before,like only areas the football team could access.

“Let’s go in the locker room.” Joe says.

“What? You know damn well Im not supposed to be in there.” You laughed.

“Technically you’re not supposed to be anywhere in here unless you’re a trainer or one of those equipment girls. But you got me with you so you dont have to worry babe.” He reassures you,taking your hand and walking you through the halls of the football facility.

“So this is where my tuition money is going?” You sarcastically scoffed to yourself.Everything was beautiful though,so many awards and pictures of players from previous rosters that were drafted to the pros, hell even the offices were nice.

After walking for what felt like forever you finally reached locker room. Surprisingly,someone left the doors unlocked the last time the team was there,so that left you and Joe with nothing but a empty locker room and endless possibilities.

“Maybe we could get you some recruitment pictures in here,babe.” Joe laughed. You cracked up at the thought of how ridiculous you’d look in an oversized ass helmet and pad’s.

You explored around the locker room a little more and eventually found Joe’s locker. “You can go through my stuff if you want. He says,and of course you obliged. You always wondered what kind of stuff he kept in it.

There was a spare dorm key,a busted pair of cleats,and a hoodie that had something sticking out of the pocket. You pulled on it and your face immediately became hot when you realized what it was. It was a special polaroid you had taken for Joe a while ago.

“Oh my god,what the fuck,Joe you were supposed to keep this in your wallet,dumbass.” You blushed. All he did was give you that stupid ass grin he always did as if you were being overdramatic (and you totally were). “I can’t have a little pregame motivation,baby?” Joe queried,clearly not taking you serious.

“Fuck you,Joe.” You cackled.

“Fuck me? How’d you know what I wanted you to do?” He grinned again,standing over where you were sitting,looking directly down at you,giving you that look that indicated what he wanted. “I swear to god,Joe we’re not doing it in here. Aint no way in hell.”

“Who says we can’t hm? I see that look in your eyes I know you wanna try it. And If you don’t like it,I can always take you home,throw you on the bed and beat that pussy up like I always do.”

Dammit he was too good. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together from the way he spoke to you. You jumped up from your seat and took his hand once more,following behind him to a different corner of the locker room. “Turn around. Hands up against the wall.” He demanded.

You feel him move behind you,quickly sliding down your leggings. “Can’t ever get enough of this pretty ass. Fuck ,baby.” Joe muttered slapping your ass,admiring the way it jiggled when he did so. ”I’m gonna pull these fuckin’ panties to the side,fuck you until you can barely hold yourself up,and I’m gonna take you home and do it all fucking over.You got me?” Joe pushes himself up against you whispering in your ear.

You resist the urge to push back because you know the inevitable is coming,all you have to do is wait. As you feel the neediness become unbearable,you feel one side of your panties being peeled back before the sound of Joe sliding his tip up and down your already wet slit spears through the silence of the locker room.

“You knew you were gonna get fucked today didn’t you? You’re so wet and I barely even touched you. Hope that pussy can cum just as quick as it can get wet or we’ll be in trouble,babygirl.” Joe says finally pushing his dick into you. You groaned at the stretch. Right off the bat his pace was relentless,barely giving you time to adjust to this new position you never tried. You moaned out loud,already so lost in the pleasure you forgot where you were.You can hear Joe shushing you whilst trying to contain his own sounds,but you just couldn’t stop your sounds of pleasure escaping from your soft lips.

“Hey,If you don’t quiet down I’ll pull out,you understand me?” Joe warned giving your ass another hard slap. And you’re so depraved,so scared of him pulling out and leaving you empty,you place a hand over your own mouth,using the other hand that’s still on the wall to brace however you can. Just so he can keep pounding into that sweet spot for as long as he pleases.

Even with your hand over your mouth,you can still manage to tell Joe your orgasm is beginning to creep up on you. He laughs at your struggle,watching you continue to take him as your ass claps against him while you pathetically attempt to quiet yourself. “You close mama? You better hurry up and cum before someone finds us.” You dont even know why,but your pussy clenched even tighter from what he had said. Was it the thrill of having to get yourself off in a short amount of time? Or was it the thought of being caught that excited you?

Whatever it was,your orgasm was imminently approaching,and you & Joe could feel it. “Thats it,there you fucking go. Cum all over it like the slut you are,babydoll. Daddy’s got you.” And you did. Cumming so hard your body uncontrollably trembled as it took the warm load Joe soon pumped into you,releasing with so much desperation he almost let out a whimper.

“Fuck—where were you when I was choosing schools? If you were giving out these kind of tours I would’ve applied way sooner.” You weakly chuckled.

“I told you you’d like it. Now lets go back to my place,Im not done with you yet.Joe growls,leading you back down the hall towards the exit.

#joe burrow smut #nfl smut #joe burrow #football smut #joe burrow x you #joe burrow imagine #nfl fan fic

[murdrdocs]

That one tiktok trend "you're sick if you think that finnick odair being overstimmed and crying is hot" COUGH COUGH COUGH PUT ME IN A HOSPITAL LMFAOO

I HAVE A LIST OF THINGS TO WORK ON BUT LIKE LIKE (IM THROWING UP LITERALLY SICK TO MY STOMACH BLEH)

this is such a rare occurence that when it does happen, your eyes are watching him steadily, barely even blinking to the point where tears run onto your cheeks. you don't wanna look away, not even for a second, because the sight is so pretty.

his face, what you usually focus on the most, is what truly captivates you. golden blonde hair stuck to his forehead, his sea-green eyes are watery, a little red, and you hope they'll be swollen in the morning as evidence. there's tears, fresh and dry, coming from those pretty orbs, trailing down pink-flushed cheeks, all the way to a deeper pink on his lips. you've kissed them tonight enough for a lifetime, but you still have an urge to surge forward and capture them again. though, kissing finnick means losing the entire picture that you're working so hard to commit to memory, so you'll have to save it for later.

for now, your eyes quickly skirt past the flushed skin along his neck and chest, and you focus on the veins that protrude in his neck for just a second, but then you're looking where your hand is. short cut nails wrapped around his dick that is so fucking slick from a mix of his cum, your cum, and both of your saliva. he's almost done, on your end and his, and both of you know that.

you lean down, pursing your pretty lips to kiss at his still-pink head. briefly, you wonder if it hurts, then he winces and his hips lift and the response he gives is so contrasting that you get rid of the thought all together. "one more, finn. just one more."

he grunts through gritted teeth and you see his hands dig into the sheets on either side.

"you can give me one more, can't you? my big strong boy wouldn't give up, would he?" your voice is sickly sweet, so much so that it almost feels sarcastic. which, it might be. it's definitely a little mean, you both know that.

finnick grunts again but he shakes his head this time. you excuse his lack of words because if you were in his state –– which, you have been, plenty of times –– you would be the same.

"that's right," it's almost a praise and it does its job to encourage finnick. he audibly sighs, his body relaxes just a bit, and you raise yourself on your knees and straddle his waist. "you're just so pretty. i can't get enough." and you sink yourself down onto him, enjoying the stretch just as much as finnick enjoys the warmth.

his hands are still gripping the sheets but when his eyes meet yours, pleading, and you nod with a soft smile, they lift to grip your waist instead. your hands lay over his, you roll your hips once, and you tell him:

"you can take what you want this time."

#GOING TO THE DOCTOR TMRW IDK IDK #finnicksworld! #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair smut #celeste writes thg #the hunger games smut

[maxybabyy]

i’m thinking about your max run club au again 😵‍💫 does daniel realize… the effect… max’s voice has on him? when do daniel and max meet in real life (if ever)?

😫 😫 i am always thinking about max run club ... but im sooo glad you're there with me! 🏃

in my mind they don't meet until after he and scotty break up. Daniel in a moderate sized LA apartment trying to figure out what to do with a bum knee and no race seat, when he goes to one of martijn's shows, and look who is there also :)

below the cut is the third part 😏 (part i, ii)

The first time he sees him, Daniel almost doesn’t notice.

He’s face-down on the sofa with his phone held loosely in his hand. He should probably be in bed, has an appointment with his physio in the morning, lunch with Blake after that. But Scotty’s in Canada for training camp, has been for the past two weeks, and Daniel hasn’t been sleeping well.

He had offered to come with him, with Scott. Made a joke about getting on the slopes too, “My knee’s been better, yeah? Reckon I could probably take you down for a run or two.” His knee still isn’t great but like, he could probably hang out in the hot tub, work on maybe, like a nice tan.

But Scotty had laughed, told him not to waste his time, “You don’t even like the snow, Ric. I’ll see you in a month, yeah?”

Daniel thinks maybe he’s allowed to feel like this, lonely and sad, scrolling through Instagram.

It’s worse then, when he sees the picture of Scotty. He’s shirtless and smiling, how Daniel likes him the best. There’s a sunburn on his nose, red and angry, and Daniel knows it must be painful. Can imagine almost how he must be complaining about it, refusing to put on aloe because he doesn’t like the sticky after-feel.  

It gets him a little hot, his hips pressing against the sofa almost unconsciously. He could probably like, get himself off. Come into his own hand and send him a picture, saying some shit like, thought of u ;).

But also, like. Daniel hasn’t heard from him in a few days, thinks maybe he’s not going to be the one to reach out this time.

He’s deep in his twitter feed, focus only half on the screen when he hears the voice.

He rewinds it and presses the phone to his ear, the volume turned loud as he listens, and there it is. Just a handful of lines in that sharp accent that Daniel recognises immediately with an odd sense of excitement.

He loops it over to hear it again, and Daniel feels it. The sudden burst of energy, conditioned almost by sound alone. He wants to put on his shoes and run, Max’s voice hoarse in his ears coaxing him to be faster, to be better. To make it good, make it last. And Daniel would, for him. For Max.

He grinds his dick into the sofa, reckons it would be half-hard if he reached down to touch it.

Daniel doesn’t do it, obviously. It would be too much, he knows. Getting hot and bothered by the sound of a voice, or like, not even that. Because it’s GP’s voice he can hear now, deep and British, and decidedly not Max’s. But even like this, Daniel feels out of control.

He loops it again before he even thinks about it.

Daniel doesn’t realise until he’s on his third listen that GP is talking about Max, “- and he can be himself with me, which I think is really important when you work together the way that Max and I do.”

There’s a shuffle in the background, and Daniel almost misses it, rewinds the video just a few seconds to watch as a guy pops in from the side to hug GP.

Daniel doesn’t have to think about it, knows already that it’s Max on the screen.

He can only see his backside but he’s already so fucking hot. The wide line of his shoulders, trim waist obvious from the cropped running top he’s wearing. His shorts are almost indecent too, sit barely below his ass to show off strong thighs.

Looking at him like this, Daniel cannot fucking breathe.           

Belatedly he noticed the link on the screen, a tag to their socials. It takes him to a YouTube page, Red Bull Running, and Daniel almost doesn’t – feels as the sour taste builds in his mouth.

It’s, like, objectively okay what he’s doing. He’s just a fan, that’s it. And like, Red Bull has probably hundreds of athletes, it’s barely even a connection.

Daniel doesn’t find it until he’s almost given up, hidden away at the bottom of the screen on a playlist called Max V. His cheeks feel flushed, his eyes heavy with maybe not sleep but something else, the illicit feeling making his fingers tingle.

He scrolls through it with his knee pulled to his chest, flicks through videos of Max on the treadmill, going over data with GP, crossing the line at the London marathon. He’s just as pretty as Daniel thought, wide smile and kind eyes as he laughs at his own silly joke.

He’s almost at the bottom, an absent yawn escaping his lips when he finds it. Yoga for Runners.

Foolishly, he clicks it, watches with a dry mouth as Max introduces himself. He sits squarely on the mat in a sunlit room. He isn’t wearing a shirt, back so straight it makes his pectorals look obscene. There’s a low-fi beat in the background, not too loud to drown out Max’s soft instructions guiding the viewer through a series of poses.

Daniel’s thumb hovers over the home button, ready to close out, to go to bed. And then Max bends over, ass to the camera in his tiny running shorts. It goes on forever. Max speaking softly, demonstrating with his hands the muscles he stretches, how to increase the pressure, where the strain should not be.

Max counts himself down, “You got, it. Four. Breathe deep for me, please,” lowers his knees and folds his chest almost to the floor, keeps his hips up high. “Here, you will feel the release of your rib cage. Obviously, like this it will give you a great stretch in the back also. Yes, just like this. You are of course doing so good.”  

Daniel bites into the meat of his palm, pants into his own sweaty hand. He balances his phone against a pillow and slides his hand down to his dick.

He digs out the bottle of lube that hasn’t been used in months, pours it into his hand, onto his dick. Pretends the slick sound of his hand is something else. It’s easy to do like this, Max’s voice steady in his ear, body moving with impressive control on screen.

“Sink in a little deeper for me, we are so close,” Max says, voice soft, hoarse. “Breathe into the sensation. It should of course feel good when we do this.”

Daniel should feel embarrassed, maybe, but he comes just as Max is winding down, spread out on his back, breathing heavy. “Max,” he sobs, breathless.

The video ends, replaced by a moment of silence. And then in an all too familiar voice, “Hello, everyone,” that makes Daniel’s stomach drop.

#i reread part two recently and have been thinking about writing some more. so thank you for this! #max run club au #now with even less running! #maxiel #maxiel fic #max/daniel #my fic #my writing #fic #asks

[elliesswhore]

Who’s your daddy?

Warnings: BAD WRITING READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, dom!ellie, sub!reader, smut, cunnilingus, r&e!receiving, strap-on use r!receiving, breeding kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, choking, slapping, spanking, spitting, language, pictures are taken.

A/n: I know I said I’d finish the other one butttt I’ll get to it. This feels more important. NOT PROOF READ IM TOO LAZY

Wc:3.5k

You’re sat on Ellie’s bed waiting for her to get home from patrol. It’s getting late and you’re worried, but you know Ellie can get through anything. She’s the strongest person you know, and you’re so happy that she finally asked you out two years ago. Dina and Jesse got fed up with the mutual pining and made it happen.

As you were reading a book that Ellie found for you on patrol a week ago, she walks in with a tense look on her face. You could tell it had been a rough night. She still looked as beautiful as ever though and you were happy to see she didn’t look very injured. There was a tiny cut on her cheekbone, with a bruise surrounding it.

She sets her stuff down and looks over at you. This isn’t the first bad patrol she’s had so you aren’t surprised at the hard look in her eyes. You always let her take her anger out on you. You guys made a safe word after a particularly bad patrol. She was worried that she might hurt you but you showed her that you could take it, and since then she’s not so shy anymore.

Even though all Ellie has on are some jeans and a hoodie, you can’t help but think about what’s under the layers. You want to unwrap her like a piece of candy. She’s so fucking pretty.

You’re snapped out of your trance when she starts to move. She slowly stalks towards you, standing between your spread legs and looks down at you. Ellie lifts her left hand to cup your cheek, using her thumb to tug your lip out from your teeth. You look up not even realizing you were biting your lip.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks in a low voice that has you pushing your thighs together for any sort of friction. You’re stopped by her legs. "hm?" She hums after you stay quiet. Ellie moves her hand to roughly grab your jaw, making you look right at her.

"I asked you a question, little girl." You’re so turned on you can barely form a proper sentence. "I-um," you stutter, "I don't- I-"

You’re interrupted with a light slap to your face. You moan lightly as she weaves her other hand in your hair, tugging the back so your head is tilted up even more. Your pussy clenches around nothing.

"Such a dirty girl, I've barely even touched you and you can't get any words out."

"Please." You whine. She moves the hand on your face to wrap around your neck, squeezing harder than you were expecting. You moan, closing your eyes. That earns another slap on your cheek with her right hand. Her left hand lets up a little.

"Eyes on me. Who's your daddy?" She demands.

"You." You whisper.

"Louder."

"You." You say a little louder.

Ellie leans down so her face is hovering over yours, the hand choking you squeezes harder and she slaps you again. "You can do better than that. When I say louder, I mean fucking louder." She roughly slips her middle and ring finger in your open mouth and starts to fuck your throat. Her fingers thrust in and out of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. The feeling of your hot, wet mouth around her fingers makes her clit throb. Her fingers come to a stop after a minute. You stick your tongue out, and she lightly taps it with her fingers.

She removes her fingers using them to hold your jaw, spitting in your awaiting mouth. She removes her hand to play with the neckline of the tshirt you’re wearing, paired with just underwear. Her hand still choking you.

"Ellie-" "That's not my name." She deadpans.

"Fuck, daddy, people could hear."

"I don't care." She moves her legs to straddle your thighs, using the hand on your neck to push you to lay on your back on the bed. Ellie hikes your tshirt up with her other hand, admiring the black lace panties you decided to wear. Also something she found for you on patrol.

Her fingers toy with the hem of your panties as she moves the hand on your neck down to grope one of your breasts through the shirt. You were going to bed soon so you didn’t have a bra on. She was certainly enjoying it, and now so are you. You could see her eyes darkening above you.

"This time I want you to moan it." The hand toying with your panties moves down, and she starts rubbing antagonizing slow circles on your clit, through your underwear.

"Fu-" "Who's your daddy?"

"Fuck, you, you daddy, fucking you." You moan out as her fingers begin to pick up the pace. She leans down and places a kiss on your cheek, grinning. "Good girl."

Her fingers stop, making you whine before you gasp as her hand makes its way into your panties, rubbing with the same pace as before.

"Shut up, good girls don't whine. They take what they’re given."

"Fuck I'll be good, just fuck, do something. Please, daddy." You beg, hoping she gives in.

She does. Ellie pulls your tshirt over your head, her mouth instantly going to lick, suck, and bite at the new area of exposed skin.

"Such a little slut, dressed like this. Were you hoping I'd come home and fuck you?"

You whine.

"Huh? Wanted me to rough you up tonight so people know exactly what we did tomorrow? I bet you'd like that, my little whore."

"You're being extra naughty tonight. If you don't answer me one more time daddy's gonna have to punish you."

You weigh your options and finally decide you’re in the mood to be a brat. So you stay silent. She doesn’t like that very much. Her lips twitch in a small smirk. She knows what you’re doing.

Ellie grabs your waist and turns you over on your stomach so fast you think you might get whiplash. She straddles the back of your thighs. You cry out as her palm connects with your ass with loud smack.

No doubt if anyone was outside they could hear it. You could feel how angry she was. "Count, slut. And thank daddy after each one. Think you can manage that, dumb fucking whore?"

"Yes," You gasp. "One. Thank you, daddy."

Smack. "Two. Thank you, daddy."

Smack. "Three. Thank you, daddy."

SMACK. This one is harder but god does it feel good. "fuck, f-four. Thank you, daddy"

She alternates between cheeks until your ass is raw, with her handprints starting to welt on your ass. It feels so good right now, but you know you’ll be sore after the adrenaline wears off. You can’t wait to take pictures for your collection.

Smack. "f-fifteen, p-please please daddy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please just fuck me."

"Fuck, love it when you beg for daddy's cock." She kneads your ass in both hands, before smoothing them over, admiring her hand prints.

"Please, I'll do anything." You beg more.

"Anything?" "Anything, I'm such a fucking whore for you daddy. Want your cock all day." You’re still laying on your stomach, head turned so you could talk. The weight of her on top of you feels amazing and you want more.

"Careful what you wish for, little girl. I don't think your pussy could handle my cock all day."

"No, you're wrong I can, I can, please please." Ellie moves you onto your back, and you hiss at the contact of your ass on the bed. Ellie just grins above you pleased that her marks will be on you for awhile.

You gasp as she takes one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking hard. You close your eyes leaning your head back, relishing in the feeling of her mouth on your breasts. You feel a sharp smack on the side of your thigh making you look back at her. You find her staring at you with a look in her eyes. Keep your eyes on me.

She continues her descent downward, sucking hickies over your stomach and the inside of your thighs. All while making intense eye contact with you. It feels amazing. It looks amazing. She looks so pretty between your legs.

She positions herself more comfortably on her knees in front of you. She uses her insanely attractive and strong hands to force your legs apart. Ellie rests her head on your right thigh bringing her right hand up in between your folds, teasing you. It feels nice but it’s not enough and she knows that.

She moves her head in between your legs more and licks a stripe up your folds, you sigh in relief, but that's all she does. She kisses back up your body reaching her right hand up to wrap it around your neck. She squeezes lightly as she leans down to kiss you. Soon enough you feel her tongue lick your lips forcing her way in. You moan into the kiss, and she pulls away. Your lips chase hers and she chuckles.

"Always make such pretty sounds, sweet girl." She says rubbing her thumb up and down the side of your neck whilst she chokes you. "Please daddy." You’re desperate at this point.

“Aww, please daddy?” She mocks, “Sound so needy, baby.” She smiles at you.

Ellie pulls away completely making you whine. She pulls her hoodie and shirt off leaving her in jeans and her sports bra. You lay on the bed watching her. You think she’s the most gorgeous thing to walk this planet.

“Take ‘em off.” She demands, nodding down to her jeans. Happily, you sit up and reach your hands to unbutton them. You look up at her as you unzip them and pull them down. She smiles at you and takes them off the rest of the way.

“I think,” she says backing up a little, “that it’s your turn to get on your knees.”

You slide off the bed onto your knees in front of her. You hook your fingers in the waistband of her black boxers and tug them down and off.

“I think you still need to earn my cock, baby. Hm? What do you think?” She says, running her fingers through your hair.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Yeah?”

You nod.

The hand in your hair tightens, and she forces your head closer to her heat. You can see how wet she is now. She always enjoys manhandling you. She loves how easy it is to get you to submit. You look up at her waiting for more.

“What the fuck are you waiting for. Be a good little girl and make me cum.”

With those words you dive right in. You lick a stripe up her folds just as she did to you earlier, moaning at the taste of her. She always tastes so good. You lick and suck on her clit for a while before moving down to shove your tongue in her pussy. Your nose bumps against her clit. Ellie moans out at the stimulation, shoving your head even further into her. You can barely breathe and you love it. If you died like this, you would die happy.

“Fuck. Good girl.” She moans. “Stick out your tongue, baby.”

You stick out your tongue, and she starts to grind her pussy on it. She’s using you for her own pleasure and your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled.

Ellie’s moans start to get higher pitch and you can tell she’s about to cum. “Fuck, dirty fucking girl, eating my pussy for some cock.” She’s breathing heavy, moans flowing from her mouth. You wrap your lips around her clit and suck hard.

“Holy fuck-FUCK.” Her hips buck forward and she moans as she cums on your tongue. You slurp up all she has to offer with a satisfied hum. You continue until she pushes your head away from the overstimulation. You kneel on your feet looking up at her. Ellie’s juices and cum covers the lower half of your face, and she thinks it’s one of the prettiest sights she’s ever seen. She lightly taps you cheek twice, smiling down at you.

“Good girl. Get on the bed.” You obey, taking your panties off and getting into the position she likes to start in. You lay on your back and rest your head against the pillows. She’s being nice now but you know it won’t last long.

She slips her boxers back on before walking to the nightstand and pulling out her strap. It’s purple, 8 inches, curves upward slightly, and she knows exactly how to use it.

Ellie climbs on the bed, forcing your legs apart and getting in between them so that your thighs are resting on hers.

Her left hand grips your thigh tightly as her other one reaches to grab her cock. She slides the strap between your folds, teasing you with the tip. You moan loudly, glad she’s finally giving you what you want.

"What happened to 'people could hear.' Hm?What? Now that the slut's getting what she wants, she doesn't care?" She looks down at you with raised eyebrows, a smug look on her face.

"mhm" you hum, your eyes are closed. You hope it’ll set her off and she’ll fuck you instead of just circling the tip over your clit. "Just wanna get fucked."

"Is that right? hm, I don't know. I'm quite liking where we're at right now." She says switching to rubbing her whole cock over your cunt.

"Fuck, it feels so good. Please, more" She doesn't listen continuing to tease you. You want more but Ellie was definitely enjoying herself. Her eyes are glued to your pussy, her mouth opened slightly as she watches her strap get covered in your slick. You hear her groan and she looks up to find you staring at her. She smiles leaning down to kiss you once more.

Leaning back she takes her hand off your thigh and lightly slaps your cheek again. Your eyes close, moaning at the little sting it brings. She stops teasing and lines her cock up with your entrance. Her hands are on your waist and you close your eyes feeling her enter you. She’s big, and the stretch feels fucking amazing.

You open your eyes when you hear her groan. Her head is tilted back and her eyes are closed. Ellie swears she can feels you around the strap. She looks so fucking hot. She looks down at you with a smirk and you clench around her cock. She bites her lip and begins to thrust in and out of you.

"Such a tight little cunt, made just for me."

"All for you daddy." You moan louder as she begins to pick up the pace, until she’s fucking you hard and deep. She’s leaning over slightly and it feels like she’s in your stomach.

"Yes, yes, yes, it feels so good. I can't I-" Tears prick your eyes and you feel like you’re in heaven as she goes even harder. Ellie’s looks down at you and you feel tears roll down your cheeks. She moves one arm so it’s resting right by your head and the other goes to wipe your tears.

"Look so pretty when you cry, baby. Makes me wanna ruin you even more."

"Do it, oh god. Do it daddy." Ellie pulls out making you let out a big whine. "daddy, why'd you stop?"

"Wanna taste you." Is all she says.

Before you can even register what's happening, she’s laying in between your legs. Her mouth is on your pussy sucking your clit in a way that nobody else can. She’s completely ruined anyone else for you. She flicks her tongue back and forth on your clit and you let out moan after moan. "Daddy, please just-"

Ellie slaps your cunt and it makes you jolt back a little, but she just grabs your hips and pulls you back. She puts your legs on her shoulders, wrapping her arm around to hold you down.

"Shut up and let daddy enjoy her girl." She continues to toy with your clit with her tongue as she brings her hand up to your entrance, pushing her ring and middle fingers inside. You moan and she groans against your pussy, the vibrations making the pleasure increase.

“Always taste so good f’me baby. Can feel how tight you are around my fingers. Fuck.”

She thrusts her fingers hard into your pussy, hitting the spot that makes you see stars.

When she said enjoy, she meant it. She’s groaning, and you can see her grinding against the bed. The harness of the strap giving her clit some much needed attention. Your hands tangle in her hair, and tug hard on it causing her to moan against you. You shudder and gasp at the feeling. You’re so close and she knows it. Of course, knowing this, she pulls away again. You whine out, you wanna cum so bad but she always drags it out ,but you know if you say anything she’ll take even longer.

She sits up and grabs your hips turning you onto your stomach, completely manhandling you. “Knees.”

You shimmy onto your knees so your face presses against the pillows and your ass is in the air. She knows exactly what she’s doing as she enters you again, you can feel her cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars. One hand is on your hip and the other is massaging your ass. She begins with slow deep thrusts because she knows it drives you crazy.

“Look so pretty like this, sweetheart. My own little slut, taking my cock so fucking well.”

“Say it.”

You’re a moaning mess under her and she loves it. She switches between looking at your face, your ass, and her strap sliding in and out of you. She’s groaning from the friction of the harness and you can tell she’s close.

Eventually she can't hold back anymore, and starts thrusting hard and fast. She moves her right hand to choke you again, lifting your upper half off the bed. You can feel her even deeper now and it makes you moan loudly. One of your hands reaches behind you, nails scratching at whatever you can reach. Her other hand comes up to your face. You know what she wants as you take her thumb in your mouth, sucking on it. She groans at the sight.

“God. You’re such a fucking whore, baby. What would everyone say if they knew how fucking naughty you are? Hm? If they knew how much of a slut you are? Bet you’d like it huh? Having everyone know who fucks you this good.”

She chuckles. “Although, by the looks of it everyone is going to know how slutty you are.” Her thrusts are starting to get uneven and you can hear her panting and groaning behind you.

Her words make you let out a pornographic moan, thinking about the bruises that’ll be on your neck for the next few days.

"I'm close." She breathes out.

"Fuck, me too daddy. Please. Please, can I cum? I’ve been so good, daddy. Please.” You whine and moan out around her thumb, practically babbling.

"Shit, fuck. You can come, baby. Come all over daddys cock." You moan as she moves her hand from your mouth to rub circles on your clit. You moan even louder as you come, clenching around her cock.

"Fuck, gonna fill you up sweet girl. Gonna get you pregnant. Let everyone know who you belong to." She practically growls in your ear. Her hot breath against you makes causes goosebumps to arise on your skin.

You moan, she’s only brought this up a couple times and it makes you go crazy every time. She continues to thrust in and out of you, chasing her high. "Do it, daddy. Fill me up, fuck a baby into me."

“Fuuuck.” She groans as she cums in her boxers. Both of you are breathing heavy as she pulls out. Ellie gently lowers your upper half onto the bed, settling back on her feet. “Fuck.” She sighs satisfyingly. “Did so good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.”

“Stay there.”

Ellie’s leaves to clean herself up and change boxers. She comes back with her polaroid camera and a warm wash cloth. She grins at the sight of your pussy dripping with your cum, and your bruising ass.

She grabs the camera and takes a picture of it. She flips you around to get another picture of her choking you. You have a lot of those but every one is just as hot as the last.

"My pretty baby looks all fucked out."

You smile tiredly, eyes threatening to close, "She is."

She smiles and leans down to kiss you before she takes one last picture of you face. Once she’s done she grabs the wash cloth and cleans you up. “Gotta get up, baby. You need to pee.”

You groan at her words, you would literally rather do anything else than get up right now.

“I know, I know, but you have to.”

“Ellieee-“

Giving up, she picks you up and takes you to the bathroom, setting you on the toilet. You pee, wipe, and wash your hands before Ellie basically drags you to bed. She puts a different tshirt of hers on you and some panties. “One more thing, baby.”

“Ughhhh”

“Stop being a brat, baby and drink this water.”

You do as she says and get under the covers. You’re two seconds from passing out. Ellie gets a glass of her own water before joining you in bed. She lays on her back and you cuddle into her, her arms wrapping around your waist.

“Are you okay?” You ask her.

She scoffs and smiles a little. “Am I okay? I should be asking you that.”

Your hand reaches up and lightly touches the bruise forming on her cheek. She grabs your hand and kisses it. She holds your hand and rests it on her body.

“It’s nothing baby, just got stuck with a shitty patrol partner. Fucking pissed me off. I’m okay.”

You lean up and kiss her lips. It’s soft and slow. “I love you.”

She pulls you even closer if that’s possible. “I love you too, sweet girl.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #elliesswhore

[thatflatenedfrogontheroad]

I made a tier list...

please make your own!! I need to see boomer nations opinions on our man!!!! I know the tiers are actually so vile so change them if you desire :)))

OK so my quick blurb on why they are their!! (working worst to best)

28. Identity Crisis #5 - HE WOULD KILL ME FOR THE FUN OF IT. It did bring about the most random rivalry between Tim drake’s fandom and boomer's which is very funny

27. Black Lantern - Oh no… he's back… like a boomerang. Ate his own son... RIP…. L skill issue

26. Sliver Age - Would actually call me a slur and say that I don't deserve rights. He would hate crime me and then solicit me for sex. He looks like he's wearing a dress… what a pretty lady.

25. Flash TV Show - EWWWWWWWW, he though he ate...

24. DC Online - He looks like he would punch me in face at a NYC bus stop

23. White Lantern - Don't look at me like that… stop. He's back from the dead like a boomerang?? Something about most of the New 52 boomerangs don't hit the same. the bride all in white :’)

22. Young Justice - Gave me the ick. You might be thinking... he looks identical to SS hell to pay, why is he down here?? Great question… HE WAS SO CREEPY TO ONE OF THE GIRLS IN YOUNG JUSTICE….. WHO IS A MINOR!

21. Injustice Movie - Just because your in the background… doesn't save you from this list!!!

20. New 52 - Ok he's kinda hot if you look through your peripherals…Why are you wearing skinny jeans… you millennial

19. Harley Quinn TV Show - He's fine… just fine. “We’ll stack out bingo… Boomer loves an older woman” NO HE MUST LOVE ME! I AM VERY VERY MATURE FOR MY AGE

18. Flash: Sins of the Father - Can you please stop talking in the 3rd person… you are starting to sound crazy.

17. Most Wanted - I know jack shit about him. That's probably because he is barely in a comic issues THATS NAMED AFTER HIM!

16. Flash Point Paradox - His fight scene actually ate. I'm a sucker for Boomer being with the Rogues. If cyborg can take his belt off… so can I

15. Suicide Squad 2021 - Wow they somehow gave him even less lines than his first movie. 1. He doesnt look like boomer. 2. His accent is so bad… and hes AUSTRALIAN 3. His acting low key kinda mid 4. They killed off two of the only OG suicide squad members they had on the cast 5. He dies in the first 20min and in the most disrespectful way

14. Suicide Squad 2016 - The only good thing to come from this man is the fanfiction he brought. THIS FUCKING MOVIE MADE HIM A CANON BRONY WHICH I CAN NOT FORGIVE. GET THIS OUT OF MY SMUT BEFORE FREAK THE FUCK OUT >:( Fuck him and pinky too, you son of a bitch!!!! (its not that serious lol... i just want him to stop fucking a toy horse... please guys)

13. This Goober Alien Guy - I know nothing. He just kinda showed up… and I'm not mad just a little confused. He looks like he needs a hot chocolate and a hug :)))) 

12. Lego Batman Movie - Low key an icon. What I would do to get my hands on one of these sets… I would come close to killing someone for it

11. DC Lego Super Villains - If he wasn't Lego I would propose (Shane Dawson style) Once again what I would do for the very discontinued Lego set tie in…

10. Batman: Brave and The Bold - Those cheekbones could cut someone. Why are you wear a mini skirt… take it off ;)

9. Suicide Squad (comic) - Yes I know he was drinking and driving but he's not real so it doesn't count!!! The beginning of the Boomer Mobile! THE GAP TOOTH DUDE!

8. Justice League Unlimited S1 - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ok the hairline is… bad…. But so is mine twin!! I LOVE THAT THEY GAVE HIM PROPER CLOTHES AND NOT RAGS DUDE

7. Agent of Oz - is this picture is my school profile pic...yes… and??HE'S COVERED IN BLOOD AND IM GIGGLING!!!!!!!!!!!

6. Stjepan Sejic's Boomer - Choke hold and choke me...  I want to hear his voice but he can't break his mewing streak…The ungodly things I would let him do to me

5. Dark: Apocalypse War - Constantine! Boomer! GIRLS! GIRLS!! ILL SLEEP WITH BOTH OF YOU!!! I was not expecting him in this movie so I started to freak out when he showed up DUDE. PLEASE LET ME SIT ON IT

4. Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay - I'm a ride he wouldn't survive… I DONT HAVE WORDS TO DECRIBE HOW I FEEL DUDE… I WOULD DO ANYTHING HE ASKED FOR NO JOKE. Dead on the floor

3. Justice League Unlimited S2 - The glow up in REAL... had me on my hands and knees as a 3rd grader… and still on my knees today. I have never wanted someone to fuck me in the back alleyway of a shit bar so bad in my life

2. Batman: Assault on Arkham - The one that started it all… he is the reason I am this way. no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom BUT GREG ELLIS IS PUBLIC ENIME NUMDER ONE. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!!!!

AND THE BEST ONE!!!!!!!! WE ALL SAW IT COMING

1. Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League - I AM GNAWING ON THE IRON BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!!!! He has it all, the face, the VOICE, the look, the character!!!!! It is hands down the most consistently good representation of captain boomerang out their… and its canon that's he has a big dick :D I would sell my first born to get one night…

Thank you all for reading this word vom, I am sick in the head <3

if any of the comic issues are off or something please let me know :)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make your our and tag me!! i need to see them <3<3<3

#captain boomerang #dc villains #digger harkness #george digger harkness #rouges #kill the justice league #captain boomerang x reader

[30-3am]

So I have this idea that’s been making me rabid - anyways.

Also barefoot is just really doing it for me, it’s so hard to find good quality fanfic around and this acc just HITS. (I binge read all of it in like three days) also I love the slow burn UGJGHGHGHFJJFDJDJ. I wish I had friends who related to all of this fr like I’m 19 and none of my friends have ever in their life been obsessed with a celebrity or even read Wattpad. Like - to see a 20 year old girly on here serving entertainment like this is just refreshing

This girl trying to save some money so she can travel and upgrade her life a little. She’s a student and just feels deflated with her life, like it’s not going to plan or not how she imagined it would be when she was a child. She works in this gas station or little corner shop, and she works alone a lot of the time. She’s a lonely gal. And one solemn Sunday morning, no one has been in much. Like two people. She brings a book with her always to read in the lulls when she’s done everything else and there’s no customers and during the lull she gets engrossed in her book. She’s so engaged with it, she doesn’t notice the bell chiming and someone entering. It’s JAYMZ and he says “Must be one hell of a book” and she immediately slams it shut and gets all kinds of flustered. She barely even looks at him and just starts ringing him up while apologising with hot cheeks and an embarrassed smile she’s suppressing. He’s smiling at the whole altercation and reads her name badge aloud to himself and she finally looks to him with a smile, but nearly passes out when she sees it’s a dilf in the wild, and she also kinda knows who she is but doesn’t say anything.

They make small talk and he’s really friendly to talk to and he eventually leaves and she’s like 🧍🏻‍♀️ I feel… woozy . But it becomes a regular thing for him to come in and for her to serve him. He becomes the highlight of her shifts and looks forward to seeing him as much as she looks forward to the shift ending, and they get to know each other a bit. When she’s on a more busy shift, the other girl she works with will notice them smiling loads and talking while he holds up the queue talking to her.

He cares about her future and on slower shifts stays a little longer to understand more of her life. She asks him about his and he’s a lot more… reserved about it and only drops small details here and there, but yeah. On her birthday he gives her money and she’s like 👁️👁️ no way, and he insists and leaves before she can give it back.

Her coworkers find the situation kinda amusing and tease her about it, and when she’s in the back, they tell her if he’s came in. When he sees her working, he’ll wait for her to serve him.

Then, he randomly falls off the face of the earth, stops coming in and she feels quite saddened by it, depressed even. The mundanity of her existence is brought to her attention again and she’s forced to adapt to it. She doesn’t realise that he’s gone off on tour and never got a chance to really say anything. BUT, post arrives to the shop and her manager hands a letter to her and inside he’s left a brief note like:

(I’m really not very good at imaging how he would actually say this) “Hey ~~, it’s James here. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to say a goodbye to you before disappearing off on tour, but I hope you can get off work and come see us play at (wherever). Call me: ********** to work out flights.”

Then there would be a ticket to his concert with it and she would be STUNNED. Girly of course calls when she gets home, even though it’s late, and he answers. UGH I think I’m losing my mind.

IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

okay first of all, thank you so much!! i'm so glad you're enjoying barefoot. and i get you. i don't have any friends who understand what it's like to be so obsessed with a celebrity. that's why i'm on tumblr so much!!

you're so real for picturing this era tho.

i love him with this haircut and the moustache and his TUMMY. ugh i love his tummy so much.

anyways, i love this idea so so much. like this guy leaning over the counter and beaming at her while she talks and even though her job doesn't require tips, he still gives her money for her "great customer service". and everything he says and does is so subtly flirtatious and he definitely notices when she can't keep eye contact long enough, when she gets all flustered when he says something a little suggestive.

he loves getting her flustered and makes it his sole mission to hear her giggling and see her trying to compose herself as she gets hot all over.

and he's devasted when he has to go on tour and doesn't get the chance to say goodbye because he really likes this girl. so he sends her the letter and when she calls his heart genuinely fucking skips because he's so excited to hear her again. they talk for hours, catching up on life and there's this slight undertone to the conversation that something is gonna happen between them.

tbh they have phone sex before she goes to the concert 🤗

#alana's thoughts #james hetfield #metallica #d1lfwh0re #have been meaning to reply to this for a while #cause it needs to be seen #and i hope you write something like this babe

[tiredbonbon]

...Affairs

Pairing: William Afton x reader

Summary: (sort of a pt. 2 to my first post) After your initial encounter with Mr. Afton fate just has to leave you alone once again, and things only escalate from there.

Warnings!: age gap (reader is an adult), innappropriate relationships, making out, afab reader with gn! Prns, light mr. Kink (??)

Picture creds: Noisx

____________________________________________

Your first ‚real’ encounter with the aftons was... an interesting one at the least, events of it plaguing you for days over days. And worst was from it now even your harmless crush on their father, William, that was more something you'd giggle at occasionally than actually have on your mind, just had to blossom into something much worse on your psych...

God, the way he had called you 'luv' had replayed in your mind at least 1000 times, always making you touch your face in embarrassment, remembering how your name rolled off his tongue just a tad too smoothly made your chest ache every time it crossed your mind and worst was you couldn't even stop yourself from thinking about it, it had some kind of spell on your mind.

But who were you truly kidding here? Not only was the man divorced, but he was as old as your father, you really, really doubted he'd ever feel any kind of attraction towards you. No matter how honey smooth his british accent made your name sound. Still it could’nt forbid you from dreaming, right?

You made your best effort focusing on things that were not dilfy friends of your parents, which kinda resulted in a lot of productivity because well, you needed a lot of distraction to take your mind off of shit.

Most days you sat in the corner of your soldering hot room that the AC never reached, uncomfortably crooked over your desk as you scribbled down words in your notebook or listened to whatever angsty music you found in the best seller section of your local mega store. You found yourself avoiding going outside as well, maybe it was the horrible heat, laziness or the hidden anxiety you might accidentally run into your guilty pleasure firsthand.

*Drrrng, Drrrrrrng*

Your head perked up as you heard the muffled sound of your doorbell that was always just barely loud enough to hear when you didn’t have music on, you got up from your desk, sighing, you didn’t know who it was but it may just be some mail, and with how many teenagers were around the block you knew your dad would be pissed if any packages were stolen by some filthy porch pirates.

You went and walked downstairs, lazily making your way over to the door, only to nearly have your soul leave your body when you opened it.

Towering well over you a good 6‘1, you were jumpscared by the exact figure circulating your mind for the past week. „Ah, nice seeing you luv. Excuse me for the disturbance is your fatha‘ home?“

Fuck, there it was again, that god damn pet name. He leaned himself against the doorframe as you quickly remembered that you did in fact have to talk.

„O-OH- Mr. Afton- im so sorry, my dad isn’t at home right now, is there anything I can help you with.?“ you fixed your stance, crossing your hands in front of your lap.

„Ah, I actually just needed some tools I didn’t have at my place, didn’t want to fuss Henry about it.” He replied, “Oh well I can take you to the garage if you wanna take a look for it, why don’t you come inside?” You laughed awkwardly, gesturing behind you.

“That’d be very sweet of you hon, thank you.” He stepped past you inside as you felt your stomach twist, trying to hide your awkwardly curled face and quickly closing the door behind him. “Uh I quickly got to get the keys to the garage, make yourself comfortable.” You gestured to the kitchen table. He obliged, pulling out one of the chairs, “Can I get you anything?” You offered, fidgeting your fingers.

He chuckled, “Your too good to me luv, theres no need.” You laughed along with him, nervously, you felt so awkward and embarrassed at once, you sure as hell still couldn’t handle being alone with him in a room.

You turned back to the cabinets and fished out the key that opened the garage, turning back around to William, he was very obviously eyeing the original chica plushy placed at the side of the stovetop. He probably thought of it as unusual, chica plushies never really seemed popular, with the animatronic herself always standing in the shadow of the others, it always felt a bit sexist to you for some reason but at the same time chica probably also looked the creepiest out of the bunch.

“Hm, you got one of the plushes?” He met your eyes, “Uh yeah, Henry gave me one of those for my birthday.”

“Heh, you like em? I always thought they looked kinda dodgy.” He smirked, picking it up from the counter, “ts, the eyes are way too far apart, is this the kinda stuff kids are into these days?”

He snickered, still looking at the simple toy, “god these are hideous.”

You felt a bit shocked at his nonchalant attitude towards talking down to his own brand, sure he didn’t seem like the guy to actually be interested in the children’s entertainment genre, but that was unexpected.

He looked up to meet your eyes again, “Forgive me, I’m not insulting your taste luv.” He handed you back the plush, “no, no of course not-“ you laughed putting it back onto the counter, “they do look a bit derpy I suppose…”

You pulled the garage keys out, fondling them between your hands, “well I got the keys, right this way.” You gestured towards the hallway where the door to the garage was, you weren’t exactly sure why your dad kept it locked, but it was probably so you couldn’t get in when you were younger and now it was just force of habit.

You unlocked the door, letting him step down the small staircase to the inside before following behind, “what tools do you need either way?” You asked, trying to avoid any awkward silence. He leaned over the workbench, “just a kind of oil, I ran out at home.”

“Oil? I thought the animatronics fur covers could be worn as costumes, wouldn’t that soak in?” You asked, feeling a bit of genuine intrigue. “Costumes? No, that was a long time ago, back at Fredbears Family Diner. Its only a myth nowadays, the animatronics are there to be robots and robots only.”

“Well, if they were functional as both robots and costumes why not do that again nowadays? Seems useful if they ever go defect.” You followed up.

He snickered to himself, “Well, first off, me and Henry are too busy nowadays to entertain guests ourselves, its better to rely on technology to fill that job.”

He suddenly stood back up straight, walking over to you …uncomfortably close, so close you even had to stumble back a bit yourself to keep a little personal space, “Secondly,” You almost choked on the air in your lungs as he popped open a few buttons at the top of his shirt, making you think in all kinds of wrong directions for a moment, before pulling the fabric to the side, revealing an assortment or strangely shaped, noticeable scars. “Springlocks aren’t the safest thing out there.”

Internally, you slapped yourself, but also wondered if …that kind of demonstration was really necessary, “I can tell you, springlock failures ain’t pretty, I’d know it.” He pulled his shirt back into place, you meet his eyes for a moment, then looked away feeling how he loomed over you.

It took you a moment of complete silence to realize that you were indeed blushing, and that William was observing all of that.

“Heh.” His lips twitched up before he turned back to the workbench, looking around the tools messily scattered around.

‘Heh?’ FUCKING ‘HEH’??

WHAT DOES ‘HEH’ MEAN?

"Since those costumes served as both costumes and animatronics with minimal prep' time, even if a human was in it there would still be a lot of metal round' the body." He explained carefreely, scanning across the objects around, "Its supposed to be held back by the springlocks but, if those things came loose at any point the metal springs right back into place and it'd be lights out."

You felt yourself heat up all around your body, staying frozen not knowing what to do, you weren't truly listening in to his explanation anymore, your mind too fixed on previous events. “Shame, seems like you don’t have it here…” he sighed standing back up, “hm? Y/n?”

You pulled yourself back to reality, “oh apologies I uh..." you fingernails scratched the side of your neck, trying to find some way to either end your sentence. “Hm, are you okay luv?” He raised an eyebrow at you, resting his hands on his sides, “you have been looking a little dazed for a while now…” he inched closer.

You stepped back, not stopping him from approaching you further , like a wild animal inching at its prey. Now it was getting strange, seriously strange. Yet you still didn’t know what to say or do in the slightest.

You pressed air into your lungs, trying to build confidence to speak, though right as your lips parted, you felt the stone wall slam into your back, knocking all air from your chest.

He cornered you.

You flickered your eyes up, his face now dangerously close to you. The entire feeling of his aura washed down on your body, making you shrink together. His breath barely brushed your skin as his eyes wandered up and down your face.

What was he doing, what the fuck was even happening right now.

“Your too adorable…” he breathed, the chairs on your neck standing up at his tone of voice, “M- Mr. Afton you-“

He cut you off, “whats the low voice for hon? You don’t think I’d hurt you, right?” You shivered, feeling his fingers brush up your neck, as if they were imitating a blade, “Would I?”

You felt dizzy, he was touching you, even if it was so slight, it was like you fell into euphoria. “Please…” your voice whined quietly, even if you didn’t fully see it, you knew he was grinning, it was unspoken, but he saw right trough you, he, a man twice your age, and an entire head taller than you, had you cornered and pressed up against a wall, and you were loving it.

“Your too sweet for me…” he sighed, his lips barely speaking above yours as a high squirms escaped you , his hand making its way around your waist, “Knew it, you dirty dog…” his eyes narrowed, before he closed the near to desperate gap between you, his lips pressing down against yours.

Your eyes widened, as it took a moment for you to realize what was happening wasn't just your fantasy.

Your hand clung to the side of his shirt, trying to keep up with the sudden, extreme friction he forced on your lips without warning. God fuck, he was close, he was fucking kissing you, it felt unreal. He ripped your hand from his side, pinning it above your head before subtly pulling his lips from yours, only to slam them right back into each other, this time forcing your mouth open along with it.

“Mh-“ you moaned, his hand gripping yours as you let him fully push you back against the wall. You struggled back against his hand keeping you pinned for a moment, just to test it, but were quickly humbled feeling how firm his grip on you was.

He finally parted from you, leaving only a small string of your own saliva hanging from your lips. You let your head hang, knowing he was staring right ahead at you.

"Look at me luv." He commanded low toned, his hand moving from your waist and grabbing your face.

He pulled you up to face him, leaning in so close you could feel the bridge of your nose lean against his. "Yes, thats it." He smirked, "look at me with those eyes."

He rucked you against the wall again, this time pushing his body right into yours.

Oh.

Oh.

'holy shit...' you thought you imagined it for a second, but there was no mistaken, you were actually getting him hard.

You inhaled sharply feeling kisses pressed to your neck, okay so, this was now gradually evolving into full on making out… „ah…“ you moaned under your breath, feeling his lips run along your skin.

„You should get something to remember me by luv, here let me help…“ he cooed in an obvious teasing fashion, his hands suddenly let go of your arm and face before tightly grabbing your waist, pulling you in.

„Mr. Aft- AH-„ you moaned probably a decibel too highly as his teeth pressed down into the soft flesh of your neck. Your latched onto his back as your head slowly let your head fall into his neck, it felt like a bit of an overstep in terms of body contact but damn, he had kissed you so what else could there be?

You felt an obvious, sore hickey forming on your neck, just low enough so it could be covered with a loose fitting shirt, but still placed in a way you knew it was there if you looked in the mirror, in a way that would probably make him stick in your mind for a lot longer.

„Mr. Afton..~“ his name rolled of your tongue as you basically whispered right against his ear, his grip on you tightened for a moment before he slammed you back into the wall behind you, almost a little too roughly.

His hand wrapped around your thigh, nearly pushing it up far enough to almost reach his shoulder, „keep calling me by that and I might just have to fuck you right here and now…“ he huffed, looking straight into your eyes. You face reddened dramatically, and you couldn’t help but fall into instant lust thinking about him pounding you raw, not leaving room for breath…

His lips twitched up, „would you want that?“

You felt like your breath got caught in your throat, no you couldn’t just say that, but you did… you bit your lip.

God how you wished to feel him, at this point, you had forgotten your morals, you wanted him to loom over you and to rip every slither of innocence from your body, no matter how harsh. He chuckled as you felt his body grind against yours, breathing heavily from the feeling.

„Fuck… please-„

„Y/n?! Are you around?“

You froze. That was undoubtedly your dearest mother‘s voice. Your eyes hesitantly met William‘s, who seemed equally confused, having stopped all movement as well.

„Oh, shit“

#william afton x reader #william afton #reader insert #self insert #x reader #fnaf #fnaf x reader #dave miller #dave miller x reader #gender neutral y/n #smut #lemon #lime #making out

[millerscoffee]

hello bb

CONGRATS BEE IM SO HAPPY FOR U OMG 500 IS HUGE

here have some flowers

I just wanted to hop in and request

"You look better in my clothes."

and

“Do you want my fingers?”

w joel omwnksn i cannot wait to see what u write

love u!!

KALI THIS PICTURES LKFJD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! thank you baby! forehead kiss for u 😗 ok so someone requested the fingers one, so you will get both cos ur a star TEHE HERE YOU GO "you look better in my clothes":

little weirdo

726 words | joel miller x f!reader

rating: um, like, MDNI still but no real smut

warning: dis fluffy, it's real cute. you wear joel's shirt and he loves it on you. you're a little bit of a menace, he loves it honestly.

A/N: this is part of my 500 followers celebration running until 9/9 ♡

You love mornings like this.  The way the sun hits your living room just right, the coffee in your hand.  The man on your couch.  All of it.  It felt like a dream now that you were with Joel, now that things were official.

There were very few things about Joel that you didn’t like.  But most of all you loved that he treated you differently than he treated everyone else.  The way he was a little leery around everyone except for you – you always made his features soften, his shoulders relax, all just by being yourself.  This morning was no different.  You both fight yawns, and the birds chirped their songs out the window.

When you bring a sip of coffee to your mouth, you miss in your stupor, getting coffee down the front of you.  At first it stings, but then it leaves the fabric to cling to your chest – a splotchy mark over the fabric.  You pull it away to give yourself some recovery, but you both end up laughing about it.

“Alright, clumsy,” you hear Joel drawl out, your giggles soon replaced with wolf whistles when he takes off his shirt.

“Magic Mike’s very own!” you’re in stitches at his expense when he tosses the baggy tee to let it land right atop of your head.

“See if I ever help you again,” he mutters, but you know he’s grinning – even if you can’t see it.

“You gotta look away,” you apprise, placing your coffee cup on the table and you raise your eyebrows in wait when he denies your request – once you peek out from the shirt.  “I’m not doing that,” as if you’re making him miss a dire opportunity to see god herself and you hide your face beneath his t-shirt for a brief moment.

“Quit that,” you mumble, smiling sheepishly at the shirtless man on your couch before slipping your shirt off – leaving your chest bare to match his own before his t-shirt, all too big for you and with the sweetest softness, graces your shoulders.

“Damn, baby,” and you can see that grin now, effervescent as it tugs his cheeks, “you do look so good in my clothes.  Way better than I ever could.”

“You’re just buttering me up now,” you rub your cheek before going for his chest, fingers rolling through the hair of his chest. “I look better in all of your clothes?” you challenge and standing up, you go for his toolbelt that ended up on a counter from a project the night before.

“Nuh uh, put that down,” Joel sits up straighter, but you notice he doesn’t move – doesn’t really get you to stop and you wrap it around your waist, cinching his shirt so your waist looks insane yet so fucking goofy with the toolbelt and your shorts that barely cover the crease of your bottom.

“Y’look so dumb,” he jokes, but his face is solid.  It ain’t budging and that makes you smile harder.

“Don’t you smile,” you forewarn, but you know this old trick.  How you tell him not to do something and he’s so stubborn he’ll do the opposite – even at his own expense.

It shows up when a toothy smile expands and he shakes his head, taking a swig of the bitter and hot liquid.

“Girl, just get that thing off and love me already.”

“Yes sir!” you strip it off – first arbitrarily, then carefully you drape it over the couch when Joel flashes a look of worry and warning before placing his own cup down because you are tiptoeing to crash right on top of him in no time.

You purr at the feeling of his broad hands at your ass, keeping you in place as he peppers kisses over your face.  “You’re weird,” he noses at your forehead, and you nip the weathered skin of his throat with satisfaction.

“I keep things interesting.”

“Weird.”

“You love it, don’t you?  It’s okay to admit it.”

Joel stifles that grin again, his arms wrapping around you and you bury your face in his scent, his warmth greeting you.

“Yeah, yeah.  I do.”

“I do, too.  You, I mean.”

You yawn again in the lazy quiet and you both drift off.  His shirt feels so gentle against your skin, and it smells like him.

How could it get any better?

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fic #joel miller fluff #500 followers prompt

[transitioningpirate]

today - 03/11 - dates exactly one month since i've started t!!!!! i'm so happy and honestly so pleased with everything. i had a bit of a bad month (got sick, had a bit of a falling out with someone and then i got sick again) but seeing the effects it's had on me already makes me honestly so happy. and thinking about what's to come makes me so much happier!! it's been a while since i realized i actually was feeling excited for the long term future. it's amazing.

here's some of the changes i noticed:

same as the last list - hunger and thirst have increased a lot. the doctor says it's because of my metabolism, it's much faster now. this is good but also bad because i keep forgetting to drink water. this is something that i've always struggled with. before this week, i've already ended up in a hospital because of dehydration like three times. anyways, i used to live in an island, very used to humidity, and this year, for college, i moved to a town that's, like, over an hour away from the nearest beach. it's very very dry. and like i said before, in november we were hit by a terrible heat wave, and it all piled up: fast metabolism, heat wave, dry place, me forgetting to drink water frequently, and you guessed it: i ended up at the hospital yesterday :(. had to take some pain meds and some saline, but im totally fine now, and ill make sure it doesn't happen again!

so much more energy. i know i said this already, but it's crazy, seriously, i have so much more energy just in general, for everything. it's amazing. ive been sleeping better, eating better, working harder, studying more, it's crazy. my mood has increased a lot, too, actually, especially after my second t shot.

irritability, but i think this has more to do with my personal life. a bit of tmi here: i was seeing someone until not long ago but some not-very-nice stuff happened, and i asked for a break (with no intention of returning, mind you, despite what he so confidently claimed) and immediately after realized i very likely had an sdt for the first time in my whole life. for the record, this is the only person ive slept with this whole year, basically. so. yeah, i was stressed, you can say that. spent a bit of money on meds, and im already feeling much much better, but it definitely took me down for a couple days, emotionally and physically, and i honestly think my irritability came from that, but maybe t had a hand on it too? who knows

two friends of mine claimed im growing a moustache, but i dont think so yet. i already had a very thin very small moustache before, and maybe it's getting a bit thicker? i haven't noticed it personally except in one (01) picture i took with a weird lightning. im not sure... but i like to think so! maybe it's just starting to get thicker and it'll actually grow eventually!

acne. i bought a soap for my face specifically, and i use it everyday, sometimes twice a day, so it's not as bad as it could be, but it's definitely present. mostly in my forehead and my chin. it's easily taken care of, though, and doesn't hurt and barely shows, so it's whatever

my voice has definitely gotten deeper! not significantly so, but it definitely has, it's noticeable, and i love it so much. i love listening my own voice. i love listening to myself talk. i love it, love it love it love it so much. i record so much more audios on wpp now, i like hearing them back, i like hearing myself!!!!! it's the best. ive never felt this way about my voice before. im so happyyyy <3<3

it's so hooooot god i feel hot almost all of the time, everywhere it's warm and i sweat sooooo much. doubled my deodorant use and i have no regrets. it's not a bad thing, but it is mildly inconvenient sometimes, ngl. living in this hot as all hell town definitely doesn't help. ive wore more light and freeing clothes and it actually helps a lot, though. plus, my baby cousin's birthday this month will be a pool party, so im hella excited for that!!!!!!

if i can think of anything else, ill add onto this. thank you so much :3

#fuck terfs #traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns #trans #trans ftm #trans joy #trans joy is resistance #trans positivity #ftm #ftm hrt #hrt #one month on t #one month on hrt #mental health #slight vent #tra #trans man #transfag #trans pride #pride #lgbt #lgbt+ #lgbt pride #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbtq community #queer #queer pride #love is love #self love #gender euphoria

[sublimecatgalaxy]

AHHHH IM SO GLAD REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN

anyway can you write a fix about fez and his girlfriend being a celebrity actress/singer and she spends a lot of time away from him but when they are together they are both so so happy and maybe like little blurbs of them missing eachother or blurbs of them together and really happy? thank you!!!!

Sure :)

"Another hug." Fezco pulls me back into his arms and I giggle against his chest, loving the feeling of his arms around me. My eyes tear at the thought of not seeing him, touching him, smelling him for months while I'm gone, only able to text him and speak to him over the phone.

I don't know if that's worse for Fez or for me.

"Don't want you to go." He mutters, pressing his face into the crook of my neck, his fingers gripping the back of my shirt tightly, as if he's terrified to let me go. "Wish I could go with you." He sighs, my heart panging painfully in my chest at the sound of his broken, cracked voice.

"You've got Ash to take care of. Your grandma too- I'll be fine." My hand rests on the back of his head, thumb brushing circles into the skin. "I'll just miss you." He nods, pressing one last kiss to my lips before allowing me to step back to wipe my teary eyes. "Go kick some ass."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A smile spreads across my lips at the sight of my phone lighting up in the dark hotel room, the space in my heart filling with love at Fez's name sprawled out across the screen.

Fezzy How u doin baby

My fingers hover over the keyboard as the three bubbles pop up under his message, my heart racing in my chest and I wait patiently. It had been a long day of filming and interviews, barely getting any time to look over my messages or even give Fez the quickest call.

Fezzy I miss you, so does ash. even rue keeps asking where you are.

My lips pull down into a frown, my heart aching at the thought of him laying in bed, without me, clutching my pillow to him to get any sort of closeness to me.

Me I miss you too, thought of you all day while at work. People kept asking about you and how it feels to be away. I almost cried when one of the interview asked me about Ash.

I bite at my lip, blinking the tears away to try to stay strong, knowing that he's probably a big mushy mess.

Fezzy You got no clue how much that kid misses you. it's getting fuckin annoying and shit, he won't even smoke with me.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hi baby!" Fez's bright smile makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, my nerves already getting the best of me as we arrive the event, my limo slowing to a stop. "I just got to the event, I needed to talk to you before going in." I blow out a breath, pulling the camera back so he can take a good look at me.

"Look hot, ma. Wish I was there to be on your arm." His voice is bittersweet and I can't help the image that pops up in my head of him decked out in a full suit and tie, matching my dress and on my arm as my favorite accessory.

"I'm just really nervous so I wanted to hear your voice." He grins and runs a hand over the top of his head, tilting his chin teasingly at me.

"You look really good." He whispers, blowing out a breath as his freckled cheeks blush cutely, boyishly.

"I'll send you a picture later of me in a full length mirror. Or maybe my publicist can send you a pic." I wink, catching a glimmer of mischief in his eyes and he chuckles, his brows raising and he sheepishly looks away from the camera.

"I'm sure that I'll be seeing pics all over the media." He whistles, already knowing how this goes and how many pictures and interviews will flood the internet over the next forty-eight hours.

"I'm sure you'll cherish them."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My hands shake as I look frantically throughout the incoming flights, waiting for my eyes to connect with familiar blue ones, eager to wrap my arms around my man and never let go. And I'm sure he feels the same.

Looking around, I spot him quicker than I thought I would only because he typically waits along the wall so he doesn't get caught up in the paparazzi and fans but today he's in the front. He has a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a huge smile written across his lips.

By the time I'm in his arms, arms thrown around his neck, face buried in his shoulder, he's already whispering kind words, excited more than words can say.

"I missed you." He whispers with a shudder, a small laugh leaving my lips as my feet touch the ground once more, my body leaning back so I can look up at him with teary eyes.

"Missed you more."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Taglist: @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex–awesome–22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane28282

@yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy @steezysimfinds @its-ya-gay-boi-luigi @crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex @beth123lg @melovesmut @rafecameronswhore @ariianelle @write-from-the-heart @vampviolets@haylee-e@popehaywardssecretgf @honee-chai-tea @lokiandbuckywife @smoke-and-fire @officiallyunofficialperson@heyaitsklaudia@rosepetalsparks @bluetreecloud20 @scenesofobx @double-shot-of-tequila @1dluver13xx @colbysbrocks @iamasimpingh0e @smoke-and-fire386 @loveshineslikethesky @id-3-kbro @diorsitgirl @errorfound101-allideasburnedout @neverwillknowme18 @ellyskey @taylors-folk @loversjoy @myaloveee @thyris-is @lagataprrr @aaaaslaaaan @minjix @luvrosee

#fezco #euphoria #euphoria series #fezco x reader #fez #fez x reader #fezco fanfic #fezco and ashtray #fezcoedit #fezco angst

[userholland]

getaway town | (three) t. holland

genre: summer love, strangers to lovers, domestic/fluff, mutual pining, light smut

pairing: actor!tom holland x female!reader

series summary: tom needs time away from the city and a break from acting so, he travels to a nice lake house in upstate new york for the rest of the summer (without having his cover blown). he finds the peace and quiet refreshing, along with his trips to the local market where he’s met with a beautiful smile from the girl behind the register.

warnings: not many in this one, but mostly reader having back and forth doubts about tom. sigh.

word count: 2.8k

songs inspired: i wish you would by taylor swift

a/n: i think i'll be adding a part five and six to this series and that will be it! it's just a short series and it is nothing but fluff (with no plot?) but i enjoy writing it and not having to think of too many complicated and detailed ideas compared to my other high word count fics. think of it as my actual rom-com movie when im usually a person who writes plain angst and hurt lmao

series masterlist | main masterlist | wips

On the walk over to Tom’s house, you contemplated about saying anything about this newly known fame (to you). As you touched your lips, there was a tingle trailing up your spine. The kiss was memorable and sweet, very short, matching the gentleman he was. But, once you uncovered his identity, all you could think was: “I kissed a popular actor. Even worse, a popular actor who was in the heat of every media outlet.” 

You ran your hands down your face. This was something out of the movies so, thinking of a clear solution didn’t seem foreseen. If you confront him, you called him a liar. If you ignore it, then how would you be able to contain your feelings when he was more than a stranger. He would go back to a life of cameras with glitz and glamor– a world you couldn’t see yourself melting into comfortably.

Sighing, you figured you would let the day go on and see if there was a right time or if he trusted you enough not to tell. But, you were faint on both of those endings.

Just as you walked down his driveway, Tessa sped out when Tom opened the front door. You kneeled down, smiling as you rubbed behind her ears and received her licks.

“Hey, Tess.” You cooed as she jumped, even letting out a small bark.

When you lifted your head, Tom walked out and as badly as you wanted to confront him on his writer job cover-up, he was shirtless and his sweatpants sat low on his hips.

You nervously chuckled, “Morning, neighbor.”

“Good morning.” He grinned, squinting his left eye from the sunlight coming through the trees, “Come in, the tea is ready.”

Tessa guided your way into the house and walking in, you’d notice that you had never been in this house before, let alone who was renting it out too. A few families stayed here during the holiday seasons, occasionally peering at them through the large window into the livingroom. But, now it was like a temptation knowing that a cute guy like Tom was just a glimpse away.

“So, how’s the lake treating you after your first night?” You asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

Tom sighed as he brought the hot mug to you, “Great. Best I’ve slept in a while with the peace and quiet.”

“As compared to what?” You hinted.

You stirred your tea a bit, but Tom paused before saying, “Well, I’m doing work in the city. The loud cars and random noises. I can barely get through a night without waking up in some sort of panic.” He trailed.

Tom looked out to the morning view of the lake, feeling sublime and calm at how still the water. He had already pictured morning walks with Tessa and going down to your store in the afternoon, maybe getting lunch together then picking you up at the end of the day. He wasn’t sure if it was vacation fever, but he was able to think clearly for more than just an hour between takes on a set.

“Sounds like this place is just for you, huh?” You teased, bringing the cup to your lips.

He chuckled again, “You’re not wrong. I didn’t realize how overworked I was, I guess.”

As Tom sipped his tea, your smile faded a bit at his twisted lie. You bit the inside of your cheek and you knew it felt wrong to try to slip out his truth, but how could you get to know someone that wasn’t telling you about himself.

“Is there anything you want to do? We can take a trip down the lake and find somewhere to picnic for dinner? I have to work at the store, of course, but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind accompanying me.” You jeered, tapping your fingers against your warm cup.

Tom nodded, “You do have good ramen brands.”

“Well, I try my best.”

The two of you giggled at your silliness, Tom’s face even heating up, but could easily blame the hot tea. There was an unspoken tension in the room, but it was for different reasons. For Tom, he wondered if you were purposefully being flirty with him and wondering where it could go. For you, there was still a mystery behind the cute face across from you and why he was keeping himself a secret.

After finishing tea, you tell Tom you’re going to get changed back at your place, but he offered to pick you up in a few minutes. He went back upstairs, changing into a breathable polo with nice slacks and spritizing some cologne on his jaw and neck. He wanted to put in some effort, liking this new lifestyle he was taking on before his phone vibrated on the counter.

One message was from Harrison, but it was a few hours ago. But, the second was from Tate and Tom already knew he was going to roll his eyes.

“Babe, call me soon. We need to talk.”

Nothing else, but that and Tom didn’t want to start this day off on the wrong foot. Although his breakup with Tate was (over the top) publicized, he still meant what he said in those candid pictures and videos taken. He didn’t even know why she called him ‘babe’ when it was more than clear they were over and done with for months now.

As he was about to text her something, a new text came in from you: Ready when you are! (with a cutesy, old smile face to end).

He practically waltzed his way down the stairs until he got to his car. Tessa jumped in the backseat seat and the two of them were off to your house, the maroon one with fairy lights from across the lake 

“Do you like her, Tess?” Tom playfully asked.

Tessa just panted, but he chuckled as he rubbed the top of her head, “Me too. Me too.”

Tom was elated about his time so far, but he thought back to Tate’s text message. It didn’t bother him before, but the timing was, no doubt, coincidental and the worst. He bit his inner cheek with his eyebrows furrowed, and tried to wrap his brain around the small amount of possibilities. It was impossible for her not to know about his recent hiatus, but was her intention to use him.

He clenched his jaw, not wanting to think about her dramatic antics. As soon as he pulled into your small driveway, you walked out of the front door in a nice, summer dress above the knee but your name tag still by your chest. Tom hid his smile as you got in, and you took a second look at him.

“What?” You look down at your dress, “Do I have something on me?”

He shyly nodded, “Nothing at all. Sorry.”

You took the given complement just by his soft gaze and he backed up before driving to the store. Tom had a band on his radio that he enjoyed, turning it up and you moved your head a bit to the rhythm.

The silence of conversation was comfortable between you, knowing that you didn’t need to talk all the time. Mostly, you listened to the music, but also wondered if you should confront him that night after your ride down the lake. You didn’t want it to be dramatic, his life was enough like that, but it was better to get it out now.

Once you arrived at the store, Tom watched as you opened it and locked the doors in place. You walked around, turning on the fans in each corner of the store then going behind the register. Tom helped by opening the back doors, and he walked onto the small dock to look out on the lake once more. He couldn't help how much he loved the view and the faint salty breeze– then there was a hint of citrus (specifically oranges).

Tom walked back to you, seeing you cut up some fruits on a small cutting boards and a small box of baggies next to the register. He smiled, “Snacks for the kiddos?”

“Yep, like clockwork. We get the fruit delivered every week so, it’s nice and fresh. Here, try some.” You said, giving him an orange slice.

As Tom slowly ate it, the sweetness hit his tongue then an aftertaste of the tang. Oddly perfect combination, but still satisfying. You watched him take another with that twinkle in his big brown eyes. More beautiful up close, if you might add.

“When do they get here?” He asked, then chewed the rest of his slice.

You glanced at the clock, “Fifteen, thirty minutes. Sometimes, they sneak attack on me.” You giggled as you put the fruit into bags.

“Well, they can’t be that sneaky.” Tom reassured with his hands on his hips, looking around the store.

Before he could speak another cocky word, two arms wrapped on each leg, weighing down his stance as he attempted to move. Glancing down appeared two boys, possibly twins, with the same eyes and hair with huge smiles.

“Gotcha!” They both spoke as the group of kids walked in laughing as well.

Tom’s shocked face turned into a smile, chuckling along with everyone with his rosy cheeks and nose on display.

“Impressive.” Tom trailed to the two boys, patting both of their heads before they ran to the counter for their snacks. Tessa was almost at their height as she walked next to them, trying to sniff them.

You waved your hand over, “Okay, here are your snacks, guys!”

They all collect their bags, hands patiently waiting before grabbing and heading out toward the lake from the back exit. The two of you walked over, admiring the frantic kids trying to push their canoes and kayaks into the water from the shallow, shell shore. Tessa ran alongside them until they went off, letting out cute barks as they waved goodbye to her.

“Last one to Creek rock is gonna get tipped over!”

“Hey, no fair! That’s always me!”

“C’mon guys, let’s race!”

"They’re a treat.” You giggled, crossing your arms.

A quick sigh left your lips, and Tom turned his head to look at you, “Are they gone all day?”

“No, no. They just get out on the water for a bit before lunch. They help me sometimes, but today, I luckily have taller helper.” You teased.

“You forgot handsome too.”

You rolled your eyes, “Get in here and help me restock, Tourist.”

Tom flashed a cheeky smile then walked in behind toward the backroom with stacked boxes. Throughout the first hours of opening shop, Tom helped count the inventory while you helped some regular customers who strolled in at their usual times. He heard how helpful and sweet you were, mostly small talk with the older folks of the town, but you remembered each one of them. You asked how their families were doing, pets if they only had them, even mentioning goods they had asked if they could have specially delivered. You were on it.

As lunch rolled around, Tom stepped out on the back deck to watch the kids on the shore while you were inside making some sandwiches. Tom pulled out his phone, sitting on the stool by the corner of the deck and found Harrison’s contact.

You watched Tom outside, his eyebrows pushed together as he looked at his phone. It wasn’t easy not to ponder about who he could be talking to. Maybe some guy with a movie deal, some bombshell actress, just someone important with a lot of money. A switch went off in your brain to mind your business, trying not to care, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt that he lied in the first place. You almost nicked your finger with your knife out of anger.

“Hey mate, how’ve you been?” Harrison answered.

“Good, good. You?”

“Oh, no need to ask. I just landed in Paris for a fashion show. But, nothing compared to the middle of nowhere.” He jeered to his best-friend.

Tom chuckled, “I’m actually doing better than I thought I was. I truly thought I was going to get bored after one day and end up leaving without opening a bag but… it’s been nice and peaceful. The people here are great too… There’s this girl I met who’s been more than kind.” Tom trailed as he scratched his nail against the wood of the railing.

“A girl, huh?” Harrison smirked, “What’s her name?”

“Y/N. She lives across the lake and we met at this small shop she works at. I’m there right now.” Tom continued. 

His blonde friend smiled, “No way… are you really already falling for some small town girl, mate?”

“It’s not like that-”

“Does she know who you are?”

That was the question wasn’t it.

“Erm, no. No, actually. At least I lied about it.”

Harrison paused, “Wait. She didn’t know who you were? Do they not have internet there or something?” He asked, incredibly perplexed.

Tom hummed, “You’d think, but no. They do and she just… I don’t know. She’s not looking up drama, I guess. But, I don’t mind that she doesn’t know. It’s just a coincidence though, right?”

“I’d make sure she’s not some reporter or something. What if she just followed you up there or knew?”

“Okay, I don’t think she’s that devious, but… maybe, I’ll tell her. She’s a nice girl. It seems like she can keep a secret and won’t freak out or anything.” Tom suggested, looking out at the lake.

Suddenly, Tom heard, “There’s a kayak under the dock over there!” from one of the kids shouting by the shore.

Tom squinted his eyes, seeing the bright purple kayak across the way and lodged between two short beams.

“What was that?” Harrison asked.

“I gotta go, I’ll call you back.” Tom quickly said before hanging up.

As Tom got up, you were already by the kids as they pointed toward the kayak. You always told them to not venture that way so, you asked the oldest kid to accompany you to save it.

“Hey, Tom. If anyone comes in, just be by the register, okay?” You shouted.

“So does that mean I’m in charge?” He smiled, crossing his arms.

Some of the kids humored him with their small laughs.

You hummed, “Just go.”

Tom winked at you before walking back in, some of the kids giving you sly looks at his charming attitude toward you.

“New boyfriend?” One of the boys asked.

“Let’s go out there, now.” You chuckled, a bit heated in your face.

Frida, another resident of your small community, walked in and knew where she was going and what she was looking for. As she collected her items in her arms, Tom turned his head back and forth to see if you had miraculously come back. Sadly, he felt that he would have to take over even though you didn’t ask him to, but he didn’t want you losing some business.

As Frida walked to the counter, she seemed confused as Tom noticed her furrow eyebrows and he assumed she was looking for you.

Tom was a bit distressed but, nevertheless, he was here to help without any favor in return.

“Here, I can ring you up.” He said as he walked around the counter.

Tessa sat by his leg, glaring up at him as she watched her owner carefully scan the items from the customer’s bag. He surprised himself at how quick it was, but once he packed the two grocery bags, he entered the total number.

“That’ll be twenty-seven dollars even.” Tom flashed his cute smile.

The older woman, her eyes a bright blue, gave a grin back, “I’ve never seen you around here. Y/N is very particular about this store since her parents moved.” She said as she pulled out her money from her hand-made, thread wallet.

“Think of me as her backup. Last minute hire, if you will.” He replied.

She was amused by his humor, “Is she around?”

“We had a lost canoe incident so, she’s out there getting it.” Tom nodded his head toward the lake.

Frida squinted her eyes, “You look oddly familiar. What’s your name?”

Tom gulped, “Tom…” 

She smiled with revelation, “Are you the new boyfriend? She’s spoken about one once.”

He blushed, “Um, no, ma’am. Just a neighbor.”

Boyfriend? She has a boyfriend?, He thought. 

“Shoot. Well, nice to meet you, Tom. Tell Y/N I said hello.” She sweetly grinned, grabbing her bags.

Tom watched her leave then turned back, seeing you retrieved the lost kayak. All the kids share a cheer before you walk back in through the side door. You quickly washed your hands in the side bathroom, walking back out and Tom quickly turned away.

“Hey, anyone come in?” You asked.

Tom nodded, “Yeah, this one woman. She was nice. She uh- mentioned you had a boyfriend?”

You froze, but there was an explanation.

“That’s not… true.” You trailed.

“So, you do?”

“I don’t. Okay?”

Tom shrugged, “Well, I think you don’t sound confident in your answer.”

“Well, I’m not sure how it’s fair of you to pry when you didn’t even tell me who you really are.” You retorted.

#tom holland #tom holland series #tom holland x you #tom holland x female!reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb

[woosansang]

this is gonna be the most incoherrent thing ive ever written but i just . . need to get things out of my head

re my weird as fuck dream last night that woke me up at 7am on a saturday. dream (nightmare?) about coming out to my parents and my dad started wearing a trans pride flag tshirt that said trans rights. but???? i have NEVER felt like that applies to me. i can barely even consider myself nb even though that’s probably the most accurate way i view myself.

i cannot STAND being called a girl anymore. i liked it when my dad once misttook me for my sisters bf because we dress the same way sometimes and i had a cap on so my hair was covered. i liked it when someone drunkenly asked me at a club if i was born a boy or a girl because the couldnt tell (i guess based on the way i was dressed? my face looks feminine but i dress masculine idk). when the kids accidentally say yes sir to me at school and then apologise i tell them that’s fine, i dont care if they call me miss or sir. my best friend knows all of this and he tries to show his support by “jokingly”(?) calling me a boy when he talks to his dog (it’s not mean or condescending, idk how to explain, you just have to be there i guess).

i feel weird when people refer to me as “they” even though that’s what i’ve said i prefer, i’m also just used to hearing/reading “she”, but i dont really like that either. but i definitely do not want to use “he”. once again, i guess “they” is the best option but why the fuck does everything just feel so wrong when people use pronouns to refer to me. can’t i just be jazzy. can’t you just call me by name

i said to my sister the other day that i think yeosang is the most attractive ateez member but that i am most attracted TO wooyoung. and yet. when i see wooyoung in his casual cothes, his trackies and hoodies and caps and beanies and oversized tshirts, i think he’s hot, yeah, but mostly i just think “wow i wish i looked like that”. i’m also attraced to ryujin but i dont want to look like her. i dont know what relevence that has to anything, im just thinking out loud.

im so fucking confused

this has been an ongoing war ive had in my head for like two or three years now

in like 2016/17/18 i spent hundreds of dollars on these gorgeous dresses and brand name makeup that i used to wear to uni events and while i still enjoy doing makeup on my sister whenever she goes out somewhere fancy, i dont ever wear most of it myself. but i love lipstick. i fucking love bold lipstick - red, purple, organe, pink, blue, green, wow, WOW i love wearing lipstick.

i always feel the need to express how much i dislike the colour pink. i’ve been like that my whole life. except i dont actually dislike it anymore. it’s a nice colour. not one of my favourites by a long shot, but compared to how much i hated it when i was a kid, i dont anymore. but i still pretend(?) to?????? i dont get it

i dont want to be viewed as male. i want to be viewed as female. but not a woman. i dont like pronouns. im just a person. i am just a person. 

anon came for my throat the other day when i said atiny selca day makes me feel uncomfortable and seeing atinys selfies makes me feel sick. it was never about seeing peoples selfies. i actually love seeing when my beloved tumblr mutuals post pictures of themselves. almost all are “she/her”. i love seeing them, gorgeous and feminine and happy with how they look in that picture and wanting to share it with friends online. i LOVE it. and then i go to twt and see random strangers posting gorgeous feminine pictures and i want to die. cant i be an atiny and not look like that? i dont want to look like that. i dont want people to assume i look like that, that i feel like that. i dont want people to group me with all these girls just because i like a boy group.

i dont even want to get started on how being bi confuses me in relation to all this as well. the idea of dating someone right now who is a girl or is a boy just. no. i dont know. it’s got nothing to do with it but also i feel like it has everything to do with it. i dont know

i dont

fucking

know

ugh

#jazzy talks #hi sorry for the dump im just . . so confused rn #this makes no sense im sure #delete later #maybe. idk.

[echantedtoon]

A Bloom In Time Ch25 Poppy's Day Out P2

"WHAT?!" The loud shout from the red head staring at Mr. Grooves didn't even make the penguin flinch as he only smiled calmly at her still. Poppy gestured to herself with wide panicked eyes. "I-I CAN'T BE IN A PICTURE!! I'VE BARELY EVEN SEEN A TELEVISION BACK IN MY DAY!!"

Again DJ Grooves held his flippers up in an attempt to calm the frazzled woman down. "Now, Darling. I DID get you out of a pickle now. Conductor would've most likely made you do some hard chores in the hot sun, but no!" He held out a flipper to her and coralled her a few steps away from the mess of broken glass and metal soaking in foam. "I may have only known you for a mere twenty minutes, Darling, but any diva who can say it how it is to Conductor and have a good taste in movies might I add, is a diva I can get behind! Darling, I could really use your help!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP!? I CAN'T ACT?!" She insisted back looking a bit more panicked. "L-Look! I'll work it off. I PROMISE that, but I can NOT act in front of thousands of people!!"

The penguin looked sad for a moment then sighed. "Alright. Alright. Maybe I was a bit too forceful to jump on the chance for the princess?"

".......Princess?," Poppy asked raising a brow and Grooves nodded.

"Yes. Do you by chance know the Starella Children's Book?" ...Poppy slowly nodded to answer his question. The three children and her watched as he reached a flipper into his coat and pulled out a colorful piece of paper, and held it out to Poppy who after a moment, took it with her other hand that wasn't holding a bill. "You see this story right now is insanely popular right now with the masses especially the young ones." He patted Bow on the head as she smiled and Poppy looked back to the paper in her hand. It was a poster. It was EXACTLY like the Starella book cover with the Orange-red silhouette of Starella and the dark blue Prince. Except it had a few words and advertisment like things on it as well. Like the words 'Coming To The Big Screen Near You: Starella LIVE!! Real people. Real action. And all based on the beloved New Bird TImes' Bestselling Hit Children's Book! Come see us live Feburary 11th! Limited supply Book now for reservations!' Poppy rose a brow and looked back to him. "You see? I wanted to try something ....FRESH!! Lately I've been on a terrible, terrible losing streak! So I asked myself DJ Grooves, you are the most well known penguin director? You need something that can wow the masses and topple Conductor! Something he'd never expect! So I thought up with grand idea for this new live action play! People love the drama and suspense seeing it in person! But there was a problem setting me back. Poppy, Darling, I'm limited on actors here."

''But...wouldn't there be actors here already to fill these r-roles?"

He chuckled. "Well yes you would think that, but you see I'm staying true to the source material. Which means I need human actors, and frankly you're the perfect match for the main role!" Her panicked face went back to him but again he tried to be reassuring. "Now I don't mean to force the role onto you. That's not what Im saying at all. But I promise if you help make this a success, the profits from it will be MORE than enough to cover that. If you don't want to, I'm sure we can find you a job in storage or dress design or...Something?"

Poppy only looked at him with a wide eyed look before staring back down at the two papers in her hands. It felt like she was making a choice. A choice between one hundred thirteen thousand seven hundred fifty pons, and being the center of attention for thousands of people in some famous director's play. HOW WAS THIS FAIR?! STUPID FATE!! DID YOU JUST LIKE MESSING WITH HER FOR NO REASON?! Well there was good n bad with both. On one hand she didn't even have HALF of what these birds were saying she owed, and she wasn't sure she wanted to mess with any law makers. But working off this high of a debt could take YEARS!! She was already forced to work as a babysitter for some ghost's help(she wasn't even sure how long that contract stated she'd be staying) and she still had NO idea what he was up to, staying her paying off ANOTHER problem she caused was really not ideal. Poppy wanted to save what pons she had left, and she still had plans on leading out her own life again. Somewhere far from her cursed home and start over. The only good thing about that option was that she wouldn't be in the public eye. Blue eyes shifted over from the bill to the shiny poster. On the other hand, one play doesn't sound like a big deal when you say it outload, but there's still going to be hundreds of people watching and she'd NEVER forgive herself if she messed up in front of all those people and it might even ruin her new reputation before she even made it. WHO'D WANT TO BUY FLOWERS FROM HER THEN?!....But. A few months sounded WAY better than a few years, and she wouldn't have to spend any pons really, which would both save time and money literally but....GAH!! She couldn't decide!

Sucking in a breath through her teeth, Poppy looked down at the ever calm penguin who still politely smiled at him. "What exactly would I have to do in this ...play of yours?"

He seemed to brighten up as he explained. "Well, exactly as it sounds. We're staying clear and true to the source book material, which means I need human actors like yourself to fill in some roles I or my penguins unfortunately cannot. And you're just the spitting image of that Starella beauty! That beautiful red hair, that fiery passion. Darling you are the PERFECT fit for it!"

"POPPY'S GONNA BE STARELLA!! NO WAY!!," Hattie's eyes were suddenly wide with wonder as the other's gawks around at her.

"YOU! No way!" "THAT'S SO COOL!!"

"Now hold on!," Poppy held up her hands to stop the tirade of excitement from the girls as they all smiled up at her. "I never said I was gonna do this crazy thing."

"But you'd be a great princess,Poppy!," Bow beamed brightly up at her with wonder.

"Yeah! I know, but-"

"So you'll do it?," Mu asked crossing her arms, "If you know you'll do a good job, why not?"

She stuttered over her words. "W-Well, I didn't mean-...I-it's not like that-...I-.....*sigh*" Looking back down to the two papers in her hand and all the choices slapping her in the face made her grip the papers tighter...before loosening it with a sigh closing her eyes. ".....Fine. I'll be the princess."

What followed was a chorus of 'YAY!' from the three girls, and Mr. Grooves smiling like he won a million pons. "OH! Thank you, Darling! Thank you! You won't regret it I SWEAR!! Here. Let me just take care of my end of the agreement right now." From her hand he grabbed the large bill and in a swift moment the paper was torn completely in half. "There! Nothing to worry about now!" Well....Seeing she no longer had a large bill on her shoulders made her sigh in half relief but there was still butterflies in her stomach from the dread that was to come as she watched the paper fall to the floor and sighed. Looking back to the glamorous poster she got even more nervous feelings in her stomach. 

"Great. W-When do we start?"

"Not until I have the other four remaining roles filled. To be perfectly honest, the hardest part of making a film is finding good people for the job. Not to put down the staff, but my penguins are quite frankly terrible actors."

She found herself breathing a sigh of relief at that, her feelings going somewhat back to normal. "I'm....I-I'm really sorry for all the trouble I caused all ya, Mr. Grooves. I promise to work hard for it."

He waved a hand. "Darling! You don't have to apologize for anything. It was a simple mistake no one saw coming. If fact, I should be thanking you! Thanks to you I have one less thing to worry about!"

She chuckled nervously but inside she was still nervous as if she was already standing on stage. "Well....I guess I should start practicin'."

"The best way you can practice is by memorizing that story, Darlin'. I'll send notice once the other roles are filled."

She was about to ask something else when the door behind them opened and they all turned to FINALLY a relieving sight for sore eyes. The metal door creaked open and at last Cookie returned, a small white purse thrown over one of her shoulders as she smiled and the door closed behind her with another loud creaking noise as she walked in. Smiling as her eyes landed on the kids and two adults. Stepping closer the cat paused seeing the now sweeping owls who at some point in Mr. Grooves's and Poppy's conversation had gotten out brooms to clean up the giant mess she had caused. Blinking Cookie looked back up to them with a raised brow.

"...Did I miss somethin'?," she asked pointing to the mess behind her.

"Only the most hilarious talk back the old geezer's gotten! HAHA!!" Mu looked up to Poppy with a smile. "You know what? I like her now! The old wind bag needed to hear something like that for a long time!"

"Muriel!" Mu froze at the scowl Cookie was giving her, giving the famous 'Mom' pose of one hand on her hip and tapping her foot staring her down. "I HOPE you're not referrin' to Conductor now. I'd hate to be the one who grounds ya."

"He was acting rude...But I guess it's a little bit of my fault too." Poppy turned her gaze over to the mess behind them and Cookie looked at her as she nudged away a piece of metal by her foot. "I accidentally knocked over and destroyed this.....camera did ya'll call it? I'd be pretty angry too if someone ruined somethin' like this of mine....But he was still being quite rude."

Cookie stared at her a bit, then at the mess, seeming to quickly put two and two together in figuring out what must've happened while she was gone and groaned. Reaching a paw up to facepalm herself. ''I leave for JUST a few minutes and ya'll are in trouble. What am I going to do with all of ya?" ....A low rumble from Poppy's stomach answered that as she looked suddenly embarrased. Cookie gave a small chuckle and shook her head. "Well I guess there's mah answer. I still owe you all that lunch I promised huh? Well, now that I have this we can grab a bite from my resturaunt across the studio here." Another chorus of Yay! came from the children at the promise of free food from Cookie and Poppy gave a sigh of relief. At least one thing was looking up for her situation. Cookie turned her gaze to Mr. Grooves. "Would ya care to join us, Mr. Grooves? Of course it'll be on the house."

DJ Grooves held up his flipper. "I would LOVE nothing more than to accompany all you darlings, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline you're little offer. I still have too much to do and so little time with the costumes, and interviews, and over seeing the scenes being built by the production team. Lately there was an accident on set and we have to rebuild two and a half of the scenes and props."

"Oh my. That does sound really busy. Tell ya what, stop by on your break and order ya some fish on the house. Just tell 'em I sent ya."

"Thank you, Darling. Truely you are an angel in the fur!"

Poppy was glad to grab all her heavy tools and bags again off the floor and follow Cookie out, but not before apologizing again to Mr. Grooves for the embarrassing incident and back out into the hot afternoon sun they went. It was farther along in the sky now meaning it must've been later in the afternoon than she thought. Probably 4:00 or 5:00 p.m.. But she didn't care right now. She had worries in her brain, butterflies inside her empty stomach, and not enough water in her whole body. She was hungry, and thirsty. So take care of one easily problem first before thinking thing's over on the other problem she had gotten herself into for now. Most of the owls they originally saw on their way there were probably already home considering how long it had been since they had arrived but it was until 10:00 until they could go back home on the train, and she was NOT really ready for those transporting umbrellas. The building Cookie lead them too was really just across the studios, and from the outside looked like any of the other plain buildings but only bigger as if two of the regular buildings were smooshed together. Cookie explained this was her long time dream resturaunt and she modeled it after her old home so she could visit it without any of the danger that came with Nyakuza City. Bow seemed REALLY excited at it and Poppy soon found out why. The inside of the resturant looked EXACTLY like the metro room except for the flying tvs, pile of money, and weird moving thing. But the city part yes. But honestly she could care less, Poppy's amazement was overtaken by her hunger and thirst, plus the cool air washing over her again was a great relief again from the hot outside. It looked like a typical resturaunt with tables, chairs, (besides the metro theme) decor, and two double doors that lead to the kitchen she assumed since that's where all the mouth watering smells were coming from. Her stomach grumbled again and Cookie chuckled at it making her more embarrassed at it. there was another counter with a register and yet another owl who lit up at the sight of her boss. 

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. Wasn't expecting you today! Eating with friends today I see. We'll have a waiter right out to you."

Well she was very polite. And they were the only ones there apparently as the children were free to run in and choose a random large table in the middle. Cookie gave her the alright to leave her things on the bench by the door and THIS time Poppy made sure to lay them in a position that didn't pose any threat unless some numbskull sat on it without looking. The two adults joined the three children at the table and sat down at the round table. Odd they would be literally the only ones there in this part of the day. When voicing this to the cat, Cookie explained since this was modeled after her old home all she sold here was the food from the city, and not a lot of penguins or owls liked the dishes other than the teas, coffes, and fish appitizer. Which in Poppy's eyes was valid since everyone had different tastes, it was totally acceptable different species would too. Not long after they were greeted like a waiter who said 'Hi!' and passed out these things called Menu's which Cookie explained listed the dishes and the catagories they were under. Assuming 'swamp people' didn't get out much since she hadn't seen a TV before coming into Hattie's ship. Poppy took a look at it and it read:

Deserts: 

Cake: A sweet baked desert, usually reserved for special occasions like birthdays, weddings, or 2 A.M. Ice Cream Sandwhich: ice cream served between two biscuits or wafers. Sandwich only by name, this desert has mastered the art if disguise. Triple Scoop: Vanilla cream frozen at the right temperature then shaped into a ball, then put in a cone. Many scoops in your cone will impress your scoopless peers and get you that promotion.  Meals

Hamburger: Meat, lettace, and buns grilled and served with condaments. While some may prefer meat alternatives and some skip the lettece, all greatly prefer the prescence of the buns.

Katsu Curry: A tasty pork cutlet cut into stripes served with the rich flavorful curry and usually rice. While the pun is irristdable given you're in a cat metro it will not be appreciated.

Shoyu Ramen: A warm chicken and vegistable broth, served with toppings of your choice. The perfect comfort food of the cold night after you miss the last train of the day.

The Metro Special: A big bowl of rice with fried fish, egg, and chips. A meal of everything, proving that little care can have delicious results.

Rice: Rice is one of the most consumed foods on the planet. It's easy to prepare and cheap, and the savior of wet cellphones.

Side Dishes

Meatballs: Grounded meat rolled into a small ball. To reach true enlightenment you must understand as meatballs go in hair balls go out.

French Fries: sliced and deep fried potatoes. An important reminder that when are alone we are all small fry but together we're delicious.

Fish: Battered and fried fish, usually cod or poloc. Most cats love being able to buy it fried since there's no fish tanks in the metro to steal from.

Soup Dumplings: Steamed dough buns filled with meat and soup. You won't know exactly what taste hides beneath the dough until you build up the courage to bite into the unknown.

Spring Roll: A wide variety of rolled appetizers often filled with meat or veggistables. A tasty snack whatever the season.

Drinks

Hot Chocolate: A sweet, hot drink made from shaved or melted chocolate powder. Enjoy with a sprinkling of mini marshmallows and a swirl of cream if you wanted to visit your dentist soon.

Tea: A hot drink made from boiling water and leaves of plants. Great for getting warmed up on a cold day, either when you drink it or when someone bumps into you

Large Soda: A carbonated drink in a large container. The large soda remains the unsung hero of moderation. An acceptable pick in the eyes of your peers, just one size short of gluttony.

Coffee: A warm brewed drink prepared from coffee beans. Consuming this drink on a regular basis transforms a kitten into a cat and a cat to a nervous wreck. 

Kitten Meals

Drinks The Juice Box: Pressed from fruit and put into a box. Premium juice often shows chunky pulp showing the hypocracy in mankind's unwillingness to drink spoiled milk.

Mini Soda: Small enough parents can't complain to us about a sugar rush.

Meals Pizza Slice: A round dough base topped with tomato, cheese, and other toppings. Most chefs are reduced to tears by witnessing such triangular beauty.  Mini Hamburger an Fries: Like the adult meals but much smaller.

Deserts:

Cookies: Small baked biscuits usually filled with chocolate chips, raisins, or something else. Great for a quick snack or dropping crumbs everywhere.

Wow. So much detail. It was pretty impressive, this must be what it was like to eat rich. She jumped when the waiter owl came back with a smile.

"Are you ladies ready to order?," he asked with a smile and paper 'n pencil in wing. 

"PIZZA!," the three children yelled in unison throwing their hands up in a rather cute way.

"And this extra large soda!," Hattie added much to the other two's agreement.

"Soda?....As in Soda pop?" Hattie nodded in agreement and Poppy shook her head. "Oh no ya don't! I don't need another long night of trying to wrestle you two to sleep!....This fruit juice sounds nice."

The girls awed but Cookie agreed with her. "Absolutely. I don't need Mu hyped up either but if you're all good you all can have some cookies and hot coco." The kids quickly agreed and she purred happily with herself before looking back at the waiter. "Well you heard them."

The waiter nodded and wrote something on the notepad. "Alright. Pizza and juices for the chicklings. And you lovely ladies?"

"Some Shoyu would be nice. Haven't had it in a month, and bring me a plate of that fish will you." She glanced at Mu for a moment and sighed. "And some coffee...I'm going to need it."

The waiter nodded again and looked directly at Poppy. ''And you Miss?"

"Oh.....Uh.." Her eyes glazed over the strange items for sale on the paper and went silent for a few seconds. "I- Uh-....D-Don't really know what a lot of this is actually."

"That's alright. Do you want me to order for you?"

She sighed. "That'd actually be great thanks."

So Cookie just told the owl waiter to bring Poppy some Katsu Curry and some tea, what ever the heck Katsu Curry was. The menu did saw it was supposed to have pork and rice with sounded delicious. The waiter nodded and soon disappeared through those double doors on the far side of the room and it would be a couple moments. Until then Cookie asked Poppy to fill her in on what exactly happened while she was gone inside the studios. And quite embarrassed the children jumped in to excitedly tell Cookie all about how Poppy's leaned her tools against the giant camera and Conductor coming in, and how the camera fell and Poppy took the blame like a hero and put Conductor in his place. Cookie actually looked quite surprised at the mention of the exchange between Poppy and Conductor, and Poppy sunk into her seat a bit from the embarrassment she was feeling especially then Hattie excitedly announced that Poppy agreed to play the princess in her favorite book for Mr. Grooves. 

"Well......It certainly looks like someone has quite the stubborn attitude."

THANK PECK!! The food came out just as she was starting to get nervous again and her stomach rumbled again at the smell of food as it came over to them. The large tray the waiter was carrying was placed in the middle of the table and the first person to receive their food was Cookie. Placed in front of her was a bowl of long noodles with two pieces of chicken, a sliced egg, and a few spices making the seasoned chicken smell all the more better, and next to it came a small plate of white paper and on it was five pieces of bread covered fish. Which also smelt good. The kids cheered as they were handed their pizza and juice boxes. Poppy never even heard of pizza but by the looks of it it looked like some kind of baked bread with seasoning and toppings. How peculiar. The pink juiceboxes were adorable though, with the cat print holding a fake strawberry. Her's looked and smelt just as delicious! What was placed in front of her was a bowl of rice, chopped fried pork, beans, and what looked like lettace! But either way it smelt delicious! Next to it was a small wrapped burrito like thing that she looked at curiously.

"It's an spring roll," Cookie explained noticing her confused expression, "It's usually served with that dish. Sorta like an eggroll but made slightly differently."

And then there was her tea which was served in the cutest coffee cup she'd ever seen! It was shaped just like a cat with a painted face. While the children dug into their well deserved lunch followed by Cookie, Poppy took a moment to admire the well put together dish and the smell it radiated before slowly grabbing her fork and digging it. Shoving a piece of that pork into her mouth........H O L Y P E C K!!!! IT WAS DELICIOUS!!! It was even better that that cheese omlet thing Cookie had given to her hours ago for breakfast. The seasoning, the juicy pork. The fluffy rice!! It was so GOOD!! In a moment she was eating as eagerly as the kids and Cookie watched with a patient smile as the hungry girls ate. She didn't seem fazed a bit or anything as they did so. Probably used to seeing people with healthy appitites. Fair enough the kids finished before  her and understandably begged for more. That's how it went. All for about an  hour it was pretty peaceful. The food was good. She had never had such pork or rice before and the tea was quite refreshing from the hot sun and to her dry throat. And Cookie true to her name, decided to let the still hungry children have more food like they begged and out came some cute cat shapes cookies and coco like she promised. Which amazed her because back in her day chocolate was a delicacy that only the rich and wealthy could afford and yet here they were eating it like it was an everyday item. When offered by Cookie if she'd want anything like that too of course she accepted! When was she gonna get a second chance at eating chocolate! The cake she ate was the BEST THING SHE HAD EVER TASTED!! Even better than the wild honey she'd sometimes stumble across in the forest. Her only real slip up was jolting and dropping her fork when something red flashed across the corner of her eyes but relaxed when it was only a red bird sitting outside the window. It tilted it's head looking inside for a moment before flying off again. Something was definately off about her. She could feel it. Poppy just didn't know what. But for the rest of the time she spent out she tried to bury her worries for her own sake. She just felt really drained right now for now real reason. 

But all good things must come to an end. Hours passed and soon enough it was time for all of them to go home. Poppy could barely remember the long ride back up to the moon city and then again back to Hattie's ship. All she really did was smile and politely agree and tried to not make anymore embarrasing mistakes. Even as Cookie and Mu bid them all a good night and Poppy thanked her for the wonderful day out and the take out she had let them take back with them before they disappeared back presumably to take the night train back before they missed it. It was still a blur when she just flopped onto the cold floor completely physically and mentally exhausted and falling into the world of dreams and red eyes.

#ahit mustache girl #ahit dj grooves #hazelle #ahit cooking cat #ahit timmy #a bloom in time #a hat in time #a hat in time snatcher #dad snatcher #ahit snatcher #snatcher #the florist x snatcher #snatcher x the florist #ahit florist #a hat in time florist #snatcher x florist #ahit vanessa #ahit moonjumper #ahit hat kid #ahit conductor

[accio-victuuri]

#wang yibo #again with the YOU CAN BARELY SEE MY FACE BUT YOU KNOW IM HOT pictures

[primofate]

Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] Manager reader gets hit on/harassed

Note: IM BACK FROM VACATION I recommend you read “How it’s like to be their manager” first before this one. Gives it a lot more perspective :)

Scenario: During an away game at another school, you catch the eye of a senior there. Little did he know that you’re the Genshin team’s manager and how much trouble he just caused for himself. 

Warnings: SEXUAL HARRASSMENT but still SFW, swearing, profanities, fighting. platonic relationships.

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

Lost.

It was like one of your traits. Getting lost easily. You sigh and look left and right to see if anyone was in the hallways to help you get back to the gym, or at least give you directions.

“Those guys...are gunna be worried if I don’t get back soon,” you sweatdrop a little and laugh nervously, picturing your childish team just losing it when you come back late. “I better hurry,” you mutter to yourself, pace quickening the slightest bit, just as a door to one of the classrooms slide open with a thud, revealing a spiky haired guy who stares and blinks at you. You take that opportunity to ask the guy where the gym is. 

Back at the gym where the team is doing warmups and practice receives, Tartaglia starts getting antsy and annoying. “Where’s Y/N-chan~~?” He sways back and forth. Zhongli sighs at his middle blocker, “She’ll be back soon, she just went to look for a vending machine,” They still had an hour to go before the practice match, so Zhongli wasn’t that worried. 

“Hmmm? It’s--HIT--been a while--HIT--since--HIT--she’s been back --HIT--though--HIT,” Kaeya states. Sentence cut off in pieces as he tries to keep the volleyball up in the air, his tied up blue hair starting to stick to his neck because of the sweat. Still, the team keeps practicing, up until 10 minutes later when even their captain starts to get antsy. 

“...Captain, don’t hide it, just admit you’re worried for her too,” Tohma states with a harmless laugh. Zhongli muses and finally sighs, “I have to stay here. Someone else go and look for her,” and immediately seven hands are in the air.

Tartaglia waves his hand “Me, me!”

Kaeya raises his hand “I’ll go!”

Diluc does too “I can do it...”

Albedo follows “I remember the layout of the school,”

Kazuha volunteers “I’ve got good instincts,”

Xiao gingerly picks his hand up “I’ll bring her back fast,”

and finally Tohma’s hand is high in the air, “I’ll find her!”

Of course everyone wanted to go... Zhongli decides he doesn’t want to deal with it and tells his team to go with rock paper scissors. Watching them battle it out really made him wonder how the hell he kept this team together. 

“YES!” Tartaglia pumps his fist in the air as he, Kazuha, Xiao and Tohma win the simple round of rock, paper, scissors. Kaeya, Diluc and Albedo are silently sulking, but continue their practice. “We’ll be back soon!!” Tohma waves at them as they exit the gym, starting their search on the ground floor classrooms.

Back where you were, you’d been following the guy for at least 2 minutes now. He said he’d lead you to the gym...but...it seemed as if there was less and less people to wherever he was taking you. It was the ground floor, at the end of the hallway where lockers lined both side of the walls. Suddenly the guy’s hand is wrapped around your wrist and he pulls you towards him. You instantly resist, pulling your wrist back and keeping away from him. “I-I just want to go back to the gym, my team is waiting for me,” 

You steel your gaze at the guy. If he thought you were just going to stand there and take his blatant disrespect for your personal space, he was wrong. But his next move leaves you feeling disgusted, your skirt hikes up and he grins. “Stop!” you screech and twist your wrist away.

Tartaglia halts in his tracks at your familiar voice. His head turns just as his other three companions does. 

The scene unfolding before him makes. him. see. red. 

Hell, he doesn’t even see anything except the image of him punching that grin off of that guy’s face. His vision zones in on the bastard’s features, he strides over, in less than 5 seconds reaching towards the guy’s collar and slamming him on the nearest locker. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!” You’ve never seen him so angry before, but the realization of what happened has you cowering away, feeling like some dirty thing that was played around with. 

“Tartaglia, ease up!” Tohma runs to try and restrain Tartaglia’s arms. He shoots a look at Xiao who immediately turns around to get the rest of the team, particularly his captain. Kazuha strides over to you, watching as you faced away and looked at the ground, ashamed. 

Kazuha was never one to resort to violence, nor was he particularly a resentful guy. But he feels it. He feels the hatred rush through his veins, but he focuses on you instead. “You’re alright, Y/N,” he places a hand on top of your head and smooths your hair down just as the others arrive. 

Tohma is barely holding on to Tartaglia, his strength matches his fury, but Diluc finally arrives and together with Tohma, successfully pulls Tartaglia away from the guy. 

“Calm down,” the red haired spiker insists, to which Tartaglia only shouts, eyes engulfed in fury and piercing the offender with his gaze. 

“This fucker touched Y/N!” 

Zhongli, Kaeya and Diluc freeze at the news. Their heads slowly turn towards the attacker. 

And now all set of 8 eyes on him are menacing, cold and unforgiving.

How dare he.

But Diluc holds his ground, restraining Tartaglia. 

Zhongli’s head turns towards your frame, seemingly meek and tiny and tears pooling around your eyes. 

Xiao hurries next to you as he arrives, the displeasure on his face was immense, specially when he starts wiping off the tears cascading down your cheeks. He grits his teeth “Don’t waste your tears on someone like him,” he knew well that you must have felt ashamed, and that your tears were not something you could control, but it was the best thing he could say. 

It was Kaeya, unrestrained and gurgling with hot anger that lifts his fist up.

But it was not his fist that connects with the offender’s jaw.

It was not his hands that pulled the offender up by his collar once again.

And it was not him who states “Do not come near her again. Don’t even look at her,” 

The whole team freezes. 

It was their captain.

The captain that was always calm and collected. Who always tried to stop fights and apologize for the inconveniences that his team caused. There’s a shiver that runs up the member’s spines at the feral look on their captain’s face. 

And then he drops the guy on the ground once again. The offender panicking and crouching backwards and away from them. “We should report it to someone,” Albedo, sensible and smart as ever, suggests. “...but throwing a few more punches in doesn’t seem so bad...” he adds and narrows his eyes at the guy.

“No, don’t. Let’s not waste our energies,” you firmly say and wipe the remaining tears away from your eyes. Kaeya moves over to your side and slides his jacket off of him and places it around your shoulders. “Okay, princess, whatever you want, we’ll just drop him off at the principal’s office and make a report,” when it really counted Kaeya’s flirtatious nicknames for you were quite reassuring. You smiled up at him a little.

Zhongli passes another glance at you, his fist is still tight next to him but he hoists the guy up and has Tartaglia come with him, since he was the one who saw everything. 

The rest of the team turns to you, with Tohma taking your hand and leading you back to the gym. “You’re okay, Y/N, we’re here,” and sure enough they keep close enough to you to fend off anyone else. Like wolves protecting their pack. You knew the chances of that happening again was slim, but seeing them so concerned and circled around you like a shield was really what you needed right now. 

“...Thank you,” you whisper to them as you arrive at the unfamiliar gym. They all turn back to you with a smile. 

“We’ll beat them to the ground at this game, Y/N, you’ll see,”

Taglist: @softlybeloved @bobaducky @normalisthenewnorm @how-simpy @atasi-luna @berryqueue @hallohun @milkypompon @fadinganchornight @coldstonecrematorium @probablybethere @hanachan_2481 @gultonluvv @batcatistruemaster @plumpkie @amigenshin @foxxtrot-116 @spirlimpo @hadesaedes @minyoustar @yunaholics

Masterlist

https://primofate.tumblr.com/post/653296890583154688/masterlist-for-mobile-version-main-links

Taglist (Want to be notified when something new comes out? Sign up! I’ve added some other fandoms as well, so if you’re interested in those, fill in the form again!):

https://forms.gle/VZmJXQssHcv7YzQc6

Commissions are open on my kofi :) and there’s only a limited amount available. Make sure you read the description of what kind of commissions I do:

https://ko-fi.com/primofate

#genshin volleyball au #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #tartaglia x reader #tohma x reader #kazuha x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #genshin fluff

[gatorbites-imagines]

I don't have a promt in mind but smth with dick grayson x reader fluff ? There isn't much for him x male reader😭

Lazy-Day

Dick Grayson x Male reader

Summary: Dick and the Reader a taking a day off after a rough night of heroing around Bludhaven.

Reader is a hero as well, you can imagine if they’re meta or not, but they’re able to get bruises and alike.  

Im literally the most single person to ever exist, so im not sure if this counts as fluff but i tried lmao.

Projects are over, so i have time to write again ^^

It was a gloomy day in Bludhaven, rain was falling from the sky at a lazy pace, pitter pattering against the window. The medium sized apartment was mainly silent except for the sound of the tv playing the days news report.

On the couch sat one of the main protectors of Bludhaven, wrapping clean bandages around his upper arm where he had been nicked by a bullet the night before. Dick Grayson was his name, or as many more knew him, Nightwing. He kept half his attention on the screen, the other expertly wrapping the now scabbed over cut.

His attention was pulled elsewhere as someone else threw themselves down on the couch beside him, a bowl overflowing with cereal, the person devouring large spoonfuls as the persons attention fell on the screen as well. This person was (Y/N), Dicks boyfriend and partner during their night job. He had taken quite the beating the night before, if the black eye and bruised cheek was any sign.

Dick finished wrapping his arm, and placed the bandages and other items back into one of their many first-aid boxes. Closing the box, he tucked it back under the sofa where they typically kept it, and turned back to his boyfriend. Dick tilted his head to the side, his eyes running up and down his boyfriend. To others, the outfit of a large t-shirt that had been washed so many times the picture on the front was barely visible, and shorts that seemed older than Damian would be unappealing, but to Dick it always made his heart warm and gooey to see his boyfriend as relaxed.

Another look up and down, Dick took notice of the signs of their nightlife. Bruised face, bruised knuckles, an agitated knee from a superhero landing, and from the way (Y/N) sat, his ribs hurt as well. As Dick was busy checking out his boyfriend, (Y/N) finished his comically large bowl of cereal, and placed the bowl down on the coffee table.

“What are you looking at?” he murmured in Dicks direction, as the other mans looks had clearly gone from assessing damage, to simply checking out. “Just admiring my handsome boyfriend, anything wrong with that?” Dick said, a teasing tone to his voice as he squinted in (Y/N)s direction.

(Y/N) gave a snort, shaking his head softly as he exhaled a chuckle. “Wouldn’t call myself the most attractive person this morning Grayson, I look like I was beat up for my lunch money. You on the other hand? You make bruises look hot” he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest, and sitting back against the couch.

Dick grinned, sitting up straight before turning completely and crawling closer to (Y/N). “Oh? So you think I’m hot?” he muttered, leaning close to (Y/N)s face as he caged the other man in against the armrest of the couch. (Y/N) just rolled his eyes very obviously, huffing at his boyfriend’s behavior. “Yes, Dick. You are very handsome. We both know this”.

Dick grinned, leaning in to kiss (Y/N) softly, over and over a few times, placing quick but loving pecks on his boyfriends’ lips. “Your so handsome too, you know. You always make me weak in the knees, no matter what your wearing or how you look” he murmured, leaning up to kiss at (Y/N)s cheeks and softly kissing the bruised area.

When he finally sat back, the two sat and started at each other for a bit. “Did you even ice that?” Dick finally said, zeroing in on the purpling bruise on his partners face. “…no. But its fine, I cant feel it that much” (Y/N) finally said, sending Dick a stare that dared him to go raid the freezer for ice or whatever else they had in there.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a little longer, before Dick shut his eyes and sighed. “Fine. But you’ll have to cuddle me as payment for not doing something about it” the man huffed, crawling up into (Y/N)s space again, and flopping down against his chest. (Y/N) snickered, crossing his arms to grab the throw blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, and pulling it over them.

He put his arm around Dicks waist, as he fished for the remote with the other. When he finally got his hands on it, he started surfing the channels as Dick wiggled into a comfortable position. They finally landed on a channel, which appeared to be in the middle of an episode about penguins and alike. Placing the remote down, (Y/N) placed his other arm around Dick, and got comfortable.

Dick laid his head on the others chest, and exhaled softly. Laying here made them both forget all about their cuts and bruises, pushing the aching to the back of their mind as their attention stayed on the screen. At times (Y/N) would lean down to press a kiss to Dicks forehead, the other had grabbed (Y/N)s hand, and was rubbing circles on the back of it. He would hound (Y/N) about his bruises later, now they would just stay here.

#nightwing #dick grayson #dc #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson headcanon #male reader #dc imagine #dc x male reader #dc headcanon #nightwing x male reader #nightwing imagine #nightwing headcanon #batfam #Reader always ends up being a hero or villain or similar in these kinds of things cuz there just isnt enough of it