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14dayswithyou · 7 months

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I feel like this song fits Ren really well. [Lenka - You Will Be Mine] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=T_ktCDCyhAI

Also this Justin Bieber song redone in a punk/metal/screamo style is REDACTED 😂 [Issues - Boyfriend] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xB0I-FuXRwA

Honourable mentions:

The sound doesn’t fit but the lyrics do. [Superfruit - guy.exe] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r2Kh_XMIDPU

Also laughing at the mental image of Ren having a mental breakdown while licking his sledgehammer [Miley Cyrus - Wrecking Ball] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=My2FRPA3Gf8

✦゜ANSWERED: YEAHHH!!!! They all fit Ren really well ^^ Especially "You Will Be Mine"... It's honestly very YandeRen!! :3c Thank you for the song recommendations!

Links to da songs (for mobile users):

You Will Be Mine - Lenka

Boyfriend - ISSUES (cover)

GUY.exe - SUPERFRUIT

Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus

#Punk goes pop... Lenka..... my beloveds whom I haven't heard from in years </3 #I used to exclusively listen to Shock You Into Love because it reminded me of Tharja (from Fire Emblem) djgjshjs #But remembering all of this...?? Yeah it makes a lot of sense for Ren to turn out as a yandere lmaoooo #💖 — about ren.#💖 — 14 days with queue.#💌 — answered.

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willowser · 1 year

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what's to come...

multi-chap stuff will be updated on a two week schedule ! 🤗 the rest will be posted depending on where they rank in the poll ! 🦋

pleased to meet you, dabi x f!reader ! (roughly) five chapters remaining.

southern charm, cowboy!bakugou x f!reader ! two chapters remaining.

my heart's aflame, my body's changed (but, god, i like it), werewolf!bakugou x f!reader ! modern au — no quirks, angst-heavy, explicit.

i fought them all off just to hold you close and tight, vampire!dabi x f!reader ! post-apocalyptic au, a bit bloody, explicit.

loving me is all you need, dabi x f!reader ! this is the 'if he's a serial killer...' smut chapter, gore/body horror, explicit.

hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven, ex-husband!bakugou x f!reader ! dad bakugou, mom reader, explicit.

remember me, love, when i'm reborn, dragon!bakugou x f!reader ! cross-species courting, accidental marriage ???, explicit.

*reminder that nothing is being posted yet !! this is for in the future only, when my hiatus has ended !!

#for full transparency sake: none of these are ready to be posted at this point in time #they're more holding together with glue and duct tape and love #but !! i'm jumping back and forth between them all and if i line them up and focus on them one by one #i will have them done in a decent amount of time i think !!!#the answer is to get out of my own way and let myself write however bad LOL and then edit later LOL #i'm also working on lil story pages for each that i will post once i'm happy with !!#and you are more than welcome to ask a bit about each of these if you'd like !!!#reminder that anything over 10k gets posted to ao3 only so...that will probably be most if not all of these LOL #but notices will be posted here too ofc !!#dragon bkg may be two parts haven't decided yet #one thing about me i'm gonna write an au #i've been on a monster f*cker trend lately idk what to tell you LMAOOOO exposing myself #✿ news

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jiminrings · 1 year

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April 23, 2023, 12mn

Me: Happy ex-anni—

Jungkook: “Shut the fuck up. I wasn’t talking to you.”

478jk when he’s in denial of the apocalypse (april 23)

#TY FOR REMINDING ME BAE LMAOOOO ON THE DOT TOO!!!!#answered #478 feed

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prozac-shaped-urn · 7 months

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Just woke up. Texted this to Lynn:

I had a dream J Smith-Cameron and Sharon Stone were sitting across from me at an outside dinner table and Sharon taught me a new word while we ate and watched the moon rise over some low hills. You were there too somewhere. I was sitting next to two men on either side of me but I don’t remember who they were. I don’t think that it was precognitive but it was vivid as hell.

She texts me back “I’ve been thinking about Sharon Stone!”

NOW WHAT IN THE GODDAMN FUCK DOES THAT MEAN??????

#irl post #the word she taught me was agunding which isn’t a word #comeplete gibberish #but that’s dreams for you lmaoooo #also during said dream I asked j abt fanfic #and if it was weird to see ppl writing smut abt Gerri and Roman #and then some guy asked me what smut was and I had to explain that #so her answer got talked over and idk what she said #and I developed an intellectual crush on Sharon #apparently I had made friends with an actress who played a character named McKenzie #OH SHIT IT WAS PROBABLY MISS MCKENZIE #that’s an inside joke nvm #but anyway she was tall and blonde and reminds me of the mom from even Stevens #or Lizzie McGuire #or the suite life of Zack and Cody #it was a wild one

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solarlunarsstuff · 7 months

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HEY! i adore your writing :) i was wondering if you could write a semi long one shot abt reader riding mike and him being super sensitive and him whining and moaning and calling him a good boy and maybe like… spitting in his mouth… LMAOOOO

LMAO, U READ MY MIND FR ALSO, UR LITERALLY MY FIRST ASK, TY FOR THAT HERES AN AWARD 4 YOU🏅

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☆ Her Whiny Boy ☆

Synopsis: Even if he started the teasing it'll always end in him being a big whiny mess, and him being so sensitive.

Tw: Dacryphilia, spitting, foul language, sub!Mike and dom!Reader, dick riding, marking, penatrative sex (p in v), and pet names.

A/n: ILYYY FOR THE REQUEST GIVING YOU BIG FOREHEAD KISSIES MWAH🫶🫶🫶

For a start, Mike and you have been friends since you were both about 5 years old. He was sitting on the elementary school's swing.

You obviously decided to talk to him. That was about 20 years ago, you yourself thought that the relationship wouldn't go that far but here you are now.

Sitting on Mike's bed while he was all hot and bothered, all pressed up against you. He had his lips attached to yours for the past 10 minutes, Mike wanted more. He needed more.

But you knew, oh you knew how to pull his strings. Mike was leaning against the headrest of his bed with you straddling his lap.

You started to slowly grind into him, you tugged on his hair lightly to see his reaction. Mike's moan was muffled between the heated make out.

"F-fuck, {Y/n}, pl-please" he whined out.

You knew he needed it, but you don't want to just hand it to him, no no. You had to tease him back.

You didn't answer but you did grind down harder, he let a groan move past his lips while his head lolled back.

"Hmmm, how about I get you a little ready first? Sounds good, ay?" You taunted his neediness

Fuck he looked so hot, he looked so disheveled that it was attractive. His hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, you and Mike were both fully dressed making it a bit hard to get friction.

You reached your arms out for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head, he obliged and puts his arms up for more access.

Once you got his shirt over he wanted you to take yours off but you thought otherwise, you instantly grabbed his hands and put it to your hips that were still moving up along his crotch area.

"No, you're not allowed to touch me just yet." You reminded him

Mike whined once again, shit you needed more. You got up off of him and looked down, he had a spot on his pants that were wet. That was sent straight to your core making you soak your pretty black laced panties.

Fuck it. You pulled your top up and over yourself to reveal that you didn't have anything under, you took note that Mike had been palming himself through his jeans.

You moved closer to him letting out a big huff while gripping the sides of his pants and pulling them down past him ankles, catching his boxers along with it and onto the floor where your top was.

You were nearly drooling at his cock, he twitched making him embarrassed and tried covering his beautiful face. While giving him a few experimental pumps and saw how his tip leaked a bit of precum and he grew a bit bigger which you thought was impossible.

You let go and stood up off the bed and onto the floor to shimmy out of your own pants, also catching your laced panties and tossing it into the pile of clothing on the wooden floor.

Crawling back onto him, straddling his thighs while pumping him a little again. You brought your right hand up to your mouth and spit just to lather it into his ready dick.

Mike moaned through his anticipation of wanting to touch you. He wanted to touch you, your body, your everything. Mike needed to touch your soft skin with his rough hands.

"You can touch me now, Mike." You finally replied

Mike was so eager he dove straight for your breasts, massaging them and giving them kitten licks so they would harden from his heated muscle.

You reached for his head and shoved it into your chest more, he was like a starved man. He took the opportunity and used his whole mouth sucking and leaving hickeys on your breast so he could see them turn into a pretty purple later on.

While he was stuffed between your tits, he looked up at you with his beautiful brown colored eyes, it broke something in you.

You pulled his head away by tugging a bit harder on his hair to move him, he let out a hng from the pressure. That made your core dampen even more.

You lifted yourself up a bit and grabbed the length of his cock and positioned it in front of your sopping entrance.

You sat your whole weight down into him, you both whined in unison. Your eyes rolled back while you sat there for a moment to make sure you could adjust to his size.

You slowly started to move, you were steadily sat on his lap. Mike's cock buried deep in you, you'd think he'd split you, which he was. But you loved every single second of it.

"{Y/n}- hiccup -fuckkkk, need more. Need t' move in you." Mike complained

God he was a mess and loved him because of how he acted. At this point you started to bounce on him, he couldn't take it. Mike had reached his arms out and had a death grip on your hips.

He moved you up and down with his hands on your hips, his breathing was unsteady and his whimpers and cries of shit don't stop, m' so close didn't help you out either.

"Open your mouth." You demanded him

He indulged and open his mouth along with lolling his tongue out, you used your left hand to hold his face in place while your right was resting on his thigh for stability.

While still riding him you spat in his mouth and called him dirty slurs while you assisted his dick that was stretching you out greedily.

"Hah, being- fuck. Being such a good boy f' me aren't you.. letting me spit in your mouth." You mocked at him

Your walls spasmed around his cock that told him you were close, you rested your hands on his shoulders.

"I'm gonna- fuckin' cu-!" You blurted out

Your sopping wet cunt tightened our him and came, leaving your slick on his cock and lower stomach.

He was ramming into you at this point, his dick was kissing your cervix which made you want to cum again.

As soon as you came back from your delusions, he came, and hard. You swear your eyesight went white.

You were both breathing heavily from your highs.

"You did so good.." you mumbled while collapsing onto Mike's chest.

He didn't say anything but tightened the embrace and kissed your forehead.

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A/n: I feel like I did a shitty job one this one but I did it woo-hoo! Also I'm sorry again if it's to short my luvs :(

#smut #fnaf smut #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #dacryphilia #marking

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gureumz · 11 months

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grateful sinners

rating: explicit

member: jake

premise: growing up in a religious community (a cult?), you and your friend jake stumble upon "forbidden" media one day. of course, you know about sex but what the elders taught you was never this dirty. overcome with curiosity, you promise each other to never speak of what you're about to do to anyone.

notes: religious themes, implied cult behavior, slight (?) blasphemy, virgin!jake x virgin!reader, fem!reader, friends to lovers (?), first time, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, desperate touch-starved, jesus loving virgins tryna fuck

a/n: third of my 1k follower special! can you tell i have deep religious trauma? lmaoooo but this was rlly fun to write, if not a little tedious but i enjoyed it nonetheless! hope you do, too <3

the day was as beautiful as any other.

the early morning sun peeking behind the nearby hill, the smell of wet grass, the gentle breeze blowing through your hair.

you breathe in more of the valley air, letting your eyes close for a moment. everything is so still, hours and hours before the first worship of the day when the whole commune will surely come fully alive. at this moment, you're sure you're closer to God than ever.

a whispered prayer breaks the silence.

"i do not deserve such beauty before me, God," you mumble, eyes still closed. "but you are most merciful and i, a grateful sinner."

a silence, still. nothing or no one responds to your profession of gratitude, but that is to be expected. God works silently, as the elders say.

"i'm deciding if the beauty is on the horizon in front of us or in your face, ________," a voice breaks through, shattering the tranquil veil that envelops you.

you turn and you can't help the jolt in your chest. you grin widely and jake smiles back, hands in his pockets and his pants already soaked with morning dew from the grass.

"don't say that," you warn. "my mom might hear."

jake makes a show of looking around, gazing past you at the squat houses sitting peacefully without movement.

"i don't see her," jake says with a shrug. you laugh.

"you know how she hates it when people make light of God's word. your jokes are definitely her least favorite," you remind him, stepping closer.

jake eyes you. being noticeably taller and broader, it gives him the perfect view of your face as the dawn sun hits your delicate features.

his hair is messy, partly sticking to his forehead with the other half of his raven locks hanging over his eyes. you know his father would berate him for that. children of the pastor are expected to appear presentable in front of the whole commune as a way to honor God and his divine image.

but the commune is nowhere to be seen. it's just you looking.

and jake is used to you looking.

growing up together, with his mom and yours being close friends, your mother's unwavering devotion to the commune, and her undying support to jake's father's cause as pastor, it's no surprise that the two of you have been inseparable.

despite the clear division between the men and women of the commune, you and jake always found your way to each other. sneaking in glances, waving from afar before you start mass, and even despite your own mother's prudish ways, you know she felt at ease when jake was around you.

nothing has been said, but you're sure that when both of you reach the age of matrimony, you'd be wed to each other. you have to be.

"what are you doing out here so early?" you continue with a question, resisting the urge to toy with the wisps of hair on jake's temples.

you're forbidden to touch or be touched by any man that isn't your family. the only exception to this is his father, the pastor, free to lay his healing hands upon anyone he deems in need of it.

jake parts his lips to answer but pauses, as if choosing the appropriate thing to say.

"some of my friends and i wanted to hang out by the river," jake supplies, gesturing toward the general direction of the river just beyond the hill.

"doing what?" you ask. the men are usually tasked with heavy farm work in the morning. in your mind, a leisurely stroll by the river before all that labor seemed hardly reasonable.

jake hesitates again, now toying with his bottom lip, the plump, rosy skin growing even redder with every pinch jake delivers to it.

"you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," you say, flashing jake a reassuring smile.

"i'm not lying," jake replies almost instantly, a nervous spark in his eyes. "we really were by the river. we were...looking at something."

you cock your head to the side. jake comes even closer and the hairs on your arm stand on end, the faint scent of jake's sweat and soap reaching your nose. if you reach out now, you could easily wrap both arms around him, pull him close, and never let go.

"jay's dad brings our harvest to the nearby city market, right? well, jay went with him yesterday and he nicked this...book or something from the gas station," jake rambles, fidgeting with his fingers.

your eyes widen.

"it was glossy and the pages smelled nice. we don't have those kinds of books here, don't we?" jake continues, but your ears have started ringing in alarm.

"jay stole? jake, you know he needs to confess and repent," you whisper, taken aback.

jake gives you a look and you nearly tremble at the intensity in his irises. without warning, jake lets his fingertips graze your arm, instantly pulling away right after. you flinch, cradling your arm against your chest as if you've been burned.

"it's wrong, i know, but...haven't you thought of breaking the rules, even once? some of the people here talk about all the exciting things they've seen or done before, all because they broke one small rule. do you ever stop to think that it could be...fun?" jake questions, voice low. his eyes are wide and shaking, darting to and fro as if committing your whole face to memory.

"i—," you begin, unsure of what to say. you have thought of asking, even begging your mom to let you out into the city for one day. to see all the outsiders and their strange clothes and loud music.

but you could never go through with it. your mom would tell the pastor of your sinful curiosity the minute the words would leave your mouth.

"stealing is not breaking one small rule," you protest.

jake huffs out a breath. "aren't you tired of all of this? all of this forbidden stuff?"

you shake your head, trying to wrap your head around the words coming out of jake's mouth.

"your father's the pastor, jake," you say, voice trembling. "how could you..."

"the book had these pictures," jake cuts in, voice picking up as if it excited him to recount what he saw.

"the women in the book...they were naked."

you take a step back, clamping a hand down on your mouth.

"jake, what's gotten into you?" you question, heart beating wildly.

"i just want to know about the outside world, ________," jake reasons, running a hand through his hair.

"it's not as bad as the elders make it out to be," jake continues. "i haven't burst into flames, have i?"

you merely stare, uneasy at how blatant jake is about his sinful acts.

"do you want to see? i could borrow it from jay," jake offers, voice dropping to an even quieter whisper.

you stand there, a million different thoughts running through you. in all honesty, you wanted to take a look, never having seen any naked body other than your own. but even now, knowing that she was nowhere near, you could feel your mother's burning gaze on you. disappointed, intimidating, warning you to be a good child of God or face the wrath of hell.

you know this is wrong, or so you've been told. jake is treading a dangerous path and he seems adamant on roping you along. and yet...

"yes," you answer before you could stop yourself.

"b-but wait! how are you going to show me? we have to be careful," you hurriedly add, glancing around in case anyone was near enough to hear the atrocities you and jake are talking about.

"there's a secret back room in one of the barns. i go there to rest during breaks or after work and no one else ever goes there," jake hurriedly says, crowding back into your personal space. you notice the slight shake in his hands and the way his ears redden.

"o-okay," you say with a nod. "when?"

"later tonight," jake offers.

"during supper, we can sneak out while everyone else eats," jake continues. you feel his fingers on your arm again and this time, jake lets his whole hand flatten against the sleeve of your dress, his warmth seeping down to your skin.

you gasp, but stay frozen. jake's other hand lays on your waist and you shake uncontrollably, both terrified and excited at the prospect of jake touching you.

jake pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours. he's breathing just as hard as you.

"you know, i thought about...if you would look the same as the women in the book," jake murmurs, eyes closed.

you shiver. you should be appalled, disgusted by how jake is acting now, but all you feel is a warm, bubbling feeling in your abdomen and an insatiable itch to clutch at jake's clothes.

"jake, we can't—," you begin, but the deep toll of the church bell interrupts you, signaling the start of the day.

you and jake spring apart, knowing that the whole commune would be outside in a matter of minutes, heading off to their designated duties for the day.

before you could get another word in, jake rushes forward, kissing you. you gasp, but as if on instinct, your hands grasp at his face. a second later, you thread your fingers through his hair, the strands offering little resistance as you gently tug, just as you've always dreamed of doing. but as quickly as it started, jake pulls away, pushing you back at the same time.

"tonight," jake breathes out, walking backward. "at dinner. the last barn to the left."

you nod once, pausing for a moment as you watch jake tread further away from you. you wave before sprinting toward your house.

your mother would be in the kitchen. you would be assigned with peeling the oranges. or cooking the eggs. or buttering the toast.

to you, at this moment, it didn't really matter.

all your eyes could see, all your heart could feel is jake.

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dinner was a tense affair.

your mom questioned your uncharacteristic early start this morning, and all you could do was supply a pathetic lie about wanting to see the rose garden started by some of the older women in the commune.

she made a point to warn you to be on time for dinner. you felt an uneasiness settle in your stomach at this, thinking of all the ways your and jake's plan could go wrong.

but rushing out of the mess hall now, legs pumping as you dash through the field toward the barns, all of your worries melt away.

you remember the kiss, jake's fingers digging into your side, his smooth hair in between your fingers.

having separate dining halls for the men and women, you weren't sure when jake would be there, but you decided you had to leave as soon as you can. you feigned a stomachache to your mother, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

you knew this was yet another lame excuse, but you went the rest of the day without seeing jake. you were subjected to teach the younger ones about scripture today at the school, but all you wanted was to feel jake again. to see him. to touch him.

you slow down as you approach the barns, jogging over to the last one to the left. your breathing is heavy, beads of sweat collecting on your forehead. another shiver of excitement goes through you as you push the barn door open.

the barn is one of the unused ones, a single light turned on at the very back. you walk toward the dim bulb, the glass-encased fluorescent hanging precariously by a thin wire.

you realize quite belatedly that jake never gave any specifics on how to find the secret room. but just then, you hear a faint shuffle to your left. despite the darkness, you can make out the faint outline of a head peeking out from behind a stack of hay.

"jake," you whisper, crossing the space between you in long strides.

jake emerges from the shadows, an easy smile on his face.

"it's back here," jake ushers you behind the tower of hay, his hand easily finding yours. "hurry, before anyone sees us."

you tighten your grip on jake's hand, the same feeling of exhilaration building up within you. you watch as jake approaches the section of the wall that's hidden behind the hay, pulling open a flimsy door that's half your height, cleverly disguised as part of the wall. inside, you can barely make out the soft flickering of candlelight.

jake nudges you forward. "it's a tight squeeze but it's comfortable enough inside."

you crouch, laying your hands on the dirt floor to steady yourself. you scurry forward through the door and emerge on the other side.

the space inside the room is enough for two, tall enough for you to stand in. you straighten up, dusting yourself off. jake follows inside, shutting the door behind him.

you look around and spot a metal box in one corner next to the single candle burning. a blanket is spread out on the ground.

"here," jake says, pulling you gently towards the blanket. you sit down, perching yourself right across jake.

jake takes hold of the metal box, unlatching the lid. inside, you can see a number of trinkets and other objects.

"are those...cigarettes?" you ask in disbelief. jake chuckles, brandishing the red and white box.

"found them in dad's safe," jake replies nonchalantly. "this one, too."

jake holds up a glossy rectangle, flipping it so it faces you. you let out an audible gasp.

"a phone? but we're not allowed phones," you say, letting jake place the device on your palm.

"i know. but that's my dad's. you know how the elders are the only ones allowed phones. so, i took his." jake is grinning now, the candlelight casting sharp shadows across his handsome face.

"but, how? doesn't he notice? what's in it?" you rattle off, turning the phone over in your hands.

"i bring it back every night once i'm done exploring what's inside," jake explains. he reaches over, pressing a button on its side. a moment later, it lights up, momentarily blinding you with how close you're holding it to your face.

you stare in awe as the screen comes alive. it dims after it fully turns on, displaying in big, blocky letters the time of night.

6:51

supper would be over soon.

jake takes the phone from you, setting it down on the blanket between you two.

"we can look at that later," jake reassures. "i got the book from jay at lunch today."

you swallow as jake pulls out the book from the very bottom of the box. jake moves the candle closer and your eyes instantly go wide.

the front of the book is glossy, indeed, just like jake said it would be. but the woman pictured on it seemed too lifelike, as if she wasn't merely printed on paper. her tan skin is on full display, with nothing covering her body but a bathing suit, one you've seen outsiders wear the few times you've seen pictures of them.

the bathing suit is black, the neckline going down almost to her stomach. you see the side of her breasts peek out from the garment holding it in place, and from what you can see, her whole back seems to be bare.

your eyes drift down to her crotch, covered by a thin strip of fabric. she stands, legs apart, her hands on her waist, baring her entire naked body to the world.

the longer you stare, the hotter you feel. an ache between your legs starts to make itself known.

"there's even more inside," jake whispers, sidling up to you. he presses his shoulder against yours as he reaches over to flip the book open.

your eyes scan the text on the next page, coming across a word you don't hear or see often.

"magazine," you mumble. a memory pings in your head.

"mom told me about magazines. this is a magazine," you say in mild amazement. "she says they're full of lies and are forbidden in the commune."

"magazine," jake repeats, drawing out the word slowly. he flips through more pages, stopping at one with a woman pushing her naked chest out.

your heartbeat quickens. you trace your finger over the picture, passing over the image of her plump breast, perky with a pinkish hue around the nipple.

you recall the science classes at the school. the teacher had recited the parts of the woman's body in a flat, monotonous voice. nipple. areola. vagina. cervix. she drilled it in everyone's head that these parts are not to be said aloud outside of the classroom.

"mine doesn't look like that," you comment absentmindedly. "they're not as...round."

you look up to see jake staring intently at you. his eyes drift down to your chest and you feel a new wave of heat wash over you.

jake licks his lips as he shifts closer, and as if compelled by his own actions, you do the same, facing jake fully.

you touch the buttons on the front of your dress.

you know what you're about to say and do next is beyond sinful. but you've already crossed the line the second you laid your eyes upon the magazine. a strange desire bubbles up inside you.

"do you want to see?" you ask quietly, watching jake's expression carefully.

"can i?" jake asks back, peering into your eyes. you can smell him again, faint lavender adding to the mix of his scent. you imagine jake in the bath, naked, water and bubbles washing over his skin.

you shudder involuntarily.

"yes," you breathe out.

you start to undo your dress, hands shaking. you've never done this before. you're forbidden to. you know God watches you now with disdainful eyes, but you can hardly find it in you to care.

you undo the last button, pulling the sleeves of your dress down and off your arms. the night is chilly and you shiver as the air meets your skin.

unmarried women in the commune are advised not to wear bras as they are still considered pure and innocent and in no need of such womanly garments.

so you sit, barechested in front of jake, shaking in the cold, in anticipation, in mild fear.

jake's jaw goes slack, taking in the image in front of him. he glances back at the magazine before returning his gaze to your own breasts. you resist the urge to cross your arms.

instead, you reach over, delicate fingers wrapping around jake's wrists. you guide them up, stopping right above your waiting chest.

"here," you whisper, but your voice sounds strangely loud in the silence of the night. "touch me, jake,"

you place his hands over your mounds and you gasp at the abrupt warmth. jake chews on his lip, fingers softly kneading your skin.

"do you touch yourself like this?" jake asks, eyes still wide in amazement and curiosity. he gives a light squeeze and you whimper, covering your mouth to stop yourself from crying out.

"sometimes," you say, voice slightly muffled behind your palm. "in the bath. when no one's looking."

jake exhales, pulling his hands back momentarily. he lines his pointer finger with your nipples, flicking up experimentally. you groan, throwing your head back.

"it feels good," you breathe out. "jake, it feels good all over."

jake pinches your nipples and you yelp, falling forward against jake. he catches you, cradling you to his chest. you breathe onto his neck, a warm stickiness pooling under your skirt.

"touch me, too," jake says right in your ear. he guides your hand on his crotch and your fingers curl around something stiff.

"please," jake implores, voice high and almost whining.

you watch in fascination as jake strains against his trousers. you caress up and down, feeling him harden even more under your touch. jake squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"sit over me," jake commands, pulling you onto his lap. there's a loud roaring in your ears as something overtakes your body completely.

"keep touching me and i'll do the same," jake instructs, returning his hands to your chest. he curls his fingers into your flesh and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

you take ahold of jake through his pants, squeezing and rubbing. jake is bucking into your hand, small breaths escaping his lips.

your head is spinning, your cheeks are flushed, and a faint guilt tugs at your chest. but you've thrown all care out the window, the only thing on your mind being jake's rough fingers tugging and pinching and grabbing at your breasts.

the bubble of heat in this little room breaks when you hear the dark notes of the church bell ringing, marking the end of supper.

you gasp, pulling away from jake as he does the same. you hurriedly button up your dress, trying to calm your breathing. jake gathers the things strewn on the floor, tossing them back into his box.

you stand, smoothing down your dress and tucking your hair back behind your ear. no words are spoken as jake blows the candle out, pushing the door open to free both of you.

you scramble out of the small space, heart still pumping wildly against your chest. you feel jake's hand rest on one side of your face, urging you to look at him.

"meet me by the river early tomorrow," jake says, now holding your face with both hands.

you blink, unsure of what to say. the rush of blood is still loud in your ears and all you want is for jake to touch you again. to keep touching you.

to touch you forever.

"please," jake adds, running his thumb over your bottom lip. you quiver at the action, stilling only when you feel him press his lips against yours.

your lips part and so does his, and as if guided by something else, your tongues move into each other's mouths, licking and sucking and breathing into and from each other.

you feel dirty, sinful even. but you start to wonder why you cared so much in the first place.

"tomorrow," jake repeats, pulling away.

the bells toll even louder. you run out of the barn without a second thought, eyes dancing with excitement, lips tender, and one single button of your dress undone.

---

you toss and turn all night.

flashes of jake invade your mind, pulling you out of sleep just as you feel yourself drifting. the way he breathed against your face. the stiffness in your hand. the pleading in his voice.

you prayed, too. prayed to God for forgiveness, for mercy. but you prayed for jake, too. to feel his lips again, to have his hands on other parts of your body.

you cry, quietly and pathetically, ashamed in the face of God. ashamed because the arousal hasn't left you. it burns almost painfully and you wish and you pray and you beg for morning to come.

you glance at the clock next to your bed and see that it's half past five a.m. you ran into jake at six yesterday, so he should be at the river by now if you're to go off of that.

you quickly dress yourself, careful to keep your movements precise and quick so as to not wake anyone in your house.

you practically float down the stairs on your toes, nimbly avoiding all the loose floorboards you know would make a sound.

you steal one glance back inside your house before taking off. you walk at first, trying to calm your nerves, but you build up to a run once you pass through the fence's gate, feeling the morning air whipping at your face.

the climb up the hill, usually a strenuous effort on your end, seems like nothing on this day, your legs taking you over it in no time.

you can see the river now, and you see the faraway figure of someone hunched over, sitting on the riverbank. excitement rips through you and you're running, running faster than you've ever had.

jake hears you before he sees you, your breathing loud and labored and your boots stomping against the wet grass. he turns to see you slowing down to a jog as you approach him.

he stands, wordlessly meeting you as you sink into his arms.

you kiss and the roar of desire is back, a single flame flickering in the blue-hued, early-morning world that surrounds you.

jake pulls you towards an area behind a large tree, and you see that the same blanket from last night is laid out on the grass. without parting your lips, jake pulls you down with him on the spread-out cloth, laying you down.

"i watched things on dad's phone last night," jake admits, kissing your jaw. you squirm underneath him, his lips sending a ticklish sensation over you.

"i watched people do it," jake murmurs against your skin, lips dragging down your neck.

"i watched them make love."

you pull jake away from where he's kissing you behind your ear, a questioning look on your face.

"you can...watch people make love? on the phone?" you ask meekly, trying to understand how some people can let such a sacred act be seen by anyone other than themselves and God.

jake nods, hands smoothing up your sides. "yes. and they do it so loudly, so roughly, so vulgarly. not like how we're taught."

you stare, wide-eyed. "what?"

"they curse a lot," jake adds. "and they call on God's name so much. we're told to never do that unless in praise."

your breath hitches when you feel jake smooth his hands over your clothed chest. you feel your nipples stiffen under his touch.

"what if it felt so good to them, they needed to call on God?" you whisper. jake ponders on this for a moment, eyes scanning over your face.

"i want to feel as good as them," jake finally says. he starts to undo your dress, the same way you did last night.

"we're going to...to make love?" you ask as jake slots himself between your legs. you feel the same stiffness from last night press up against your thigh.

"please," jake responds, pulling your dress open. your nipples are taut, begging to be touched.

jake dips his head down, latching his mouth onto one of your nubs, sending your whole body spasming. you moan, a new kind of pleasure coursing through your veins. jake presses his hips onto yours, right between your legs and you nearly cry at how good the pressure feels.

you push your core against jake's own crotch, swiveling your hips around trying to find the delicious friction you felt.

"i want to, please. i want to, so bad," jake pleads against your chest.

jake bunches your skirt around your torso, exposing your lower half and the thin, white, commune-approved underwear you have.

"please," you whine, not even sure of what you're saying.

"me, too. make love to me, jake."

jake groans, sitting upright, hands already tugging at his belt. he undoes the buckle, unzipping his pants before pulling the garments down to his thighs.

you stare half in awe and half in curiosity as jake strokes himself a few times. a clear liquid spills from the tip and you feel your mouth involuntarily water.

"can i take this off?" jake asks, hooking a finger under the hem of your underwear. you nod, cringing slightly as you feel the sticky fabric pull away from your skin as jake discards of it.

"it's so wet," jake observes, reaching down to run a finger between your folds.

"ngh!" you cry out, twitching at the sudden contact. no one has ever touched you down there. you've never touched yourself down there other than to wash.

jake presses the pads of his fingers against your core, rubbing lightly. you throw your head back, thighs already shaking.

"does this feel good?" jake asks, pressing down harder. you nod again, unable to form any coherent thoughts or sentences.

"i saw that they did this," jake says before plunging a finger into your hole.

stars burst right before your eyes when you feel jake push his thick digit into you. the feeling is foreign, a weird pressure but pleasurable nonetheless.

jake pumps it in and out of you, observing your face as he does so. you open your eyes to meet his and you see jake's pupils blown wide, his whole face a light tint of pink.

"still good?" jake asks.

"yes," you gasp, your hips pushing off the ground as you try to chase more of this feeling.

"some of them...," jake begins, pausing his movements. you start to protest but your voice gets caught in your throat when you feel jake push in another finger.

"...use two."

a slight burn at the added stretch makes you wince, your hand coming down to grab jake's wrist.

"s-slowly," you supply, opening your legs wider. jake nods in understanding, moving his fingers at a gentler pace.

you mewl, feeling the drag of his knuckles against your inner walls. you're dizzy with pleasure, overwhelmed with the thought that something could feel this good.

"it keeps coming out of you," jake says in awe. "you're getting even wetter."

"it feels so good," you gasp. "jake, please."

"what should i do?" jake asks, leaning over you. you look up, jake's face right in front of yours. not knowing what else to do, you pull him down to you in a kiss.

jake moans against your lips, speeding up his movements in and out of you. you cry into the kiss, never wanting this feeling to end.

"i-i'll put it in," jake whispers into your mouth.

jake pulls his fingers out of you and you fight the instinct to whine. jake sits back on his heels, watching as you clench around nothing.

you see his gaze darken as he takes in the sight of your dripping core, his hand coming down to pump at his shaft.

"it might hurt," jake warns. "that's what they told us."

you smile weakly. "us, too."

jake grins back at you, scooting forward to line himself up with you. jake presses the tip against your hole, watching for your reaction. he slides a little more in, and you let out a squeak.

"it's much bigger than your fingers," you say, with slight panic in your voice.

"i'm here," jake says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "you'll be okay."

you feel jake push in some more and your whole body jerks in surprise. tears prickle your eyes but you focus on evening out your breathing. underneath the evident sting, a steady throb of pleasure beats down in your core.

"it feels so warm," jake gasps out. "God help me."

jake sinks all the way in, unable to contain himself, and you bite down hard on your lip, feeling jake deep in you. you're afraid to move in case it starts to hurt more.

"f-fuck," jake curses, hips pulling back before sinking all the way in again. you cover your mouth with both hands, unsure of all the feelings you're having at the moment.

"i'm sorry," jake whispers, kissing your cheek, then your nose, then both of your eyes. "i-it feels too good."

"it's okay," you reply, trying to contain the tremor in your voice. "keep going. it feels better now."

and it does. the more jake moves, the more you could relax. jake hits a spot inside you that completely overrides the nearly unbearable stretch and it takes everything in you not to double over in surprise.

"again," you say. "just like that."

jake stops for a moment before repeating the angle in which he thrusted in you.

there it is again. a jolt of electricity goes through your abdomen and you shudder in delight.

"yes!" you cry out. "m-more."

jake picks up his speed, careful to keep it the same way you like it. it's as if the gates of heaven themselves have opened, showing you a world of pleasure you've never seen or experienced before.

the stretch has dulled now, and the fullness you feel adds to the coil in your stomach, tighter and tighter with each thrust.

you wrap your legs around jake's waist, wanting him, needing him closer.

jake lays himself over you, his chest pressed to yours, his hips moving nonstop. you've started to meet his movements, chasing something you're not quite sure exactly what.

"it does feel good," you manage to say between moans. "so good."

jake pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you.

"have you ever finished before?" jake questions. your eyebrows pinch together and you shake your head. jake slows down, grinding into you shallowly.

"finished?" you repeat.

"yeah, when you pleasure yourself, you finish," jake recounts. you shake your head again.

"we're not allowed to, remember? i've never touched myself that way," you admit bashfully.

"it's okay," jake reassures, kissing you softly. "you'll feel it here."

jake lays a hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down. you inhale, fingernails digging into jake's shoulder.

"move faster," you request. "but keep pressing there."

jake looks at you in bewilderment but follows nonetheless. he picks up his pace again, still keeping his hand on your stomach. you feel a pressure build up where jake is pressing and you feel your whole body shake.

"you're getting tighter," jake says through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his movements.

"s-sorry, feels too good," you apologize.

"i think i feel it," you add. "keep going, please."

this sends jake into a frenzy, hips snapping at a speed you can't keep up with. you let out a sob as you feel your entire being ignite with every push of jake's shaft in you.

"i can feel myself," jake points out. "i can feel myself through your belly, God."

the words confuse you but you look down to see jake protruding through your lower abdomen with every thrust. the sight sends your brain into overdrive and you moan your loudest as a white-hot current rips through you.

you vaguely hear jake groan as he roughly grabs your hips, keeping you in place. he pumps in and out of you a few more times before stopping. you continue to swivel your hips, squirming at the strange sensation that's taking over your body.

eventually, you relax, feeling strangely peaceful. you feel lightheaded but in the best way, as if you're floating on clouds.

jake grunts, pulling himself out of you. the sensation makes you cringe and you feel something drip out between your legs.

"is that—is that your seed?" you ask in mild disbelief, though still too out of it to care much.

"yeah," jake says, nodding, collecting the drops of himself that spilled out before poking his finger back in you.

"jake!" you protest, still much too sesitive.

jake pulls his finger out and grins at you. he settles beside you, pulling you onto his chest.

---

the church bell tolls not long after.

the early morning sun rises above the tree line, and if you were to stand on the other side of the hill, you would have watched the orange glow with amazement and bated breath.

there's a breeze that blows through your messy hair and the smell of morning dew on the grass is mixed with jake's lavender soap.

breathing in the valley air, another prayer falls quietly from your lips.

"we do not deserve your forgiveness," you say . "but you are most merciful and we, are merely grateful sinners."

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #jake smut #jake scenarios #w: jake

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reiashiftsrealities · 1 month

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Hii, I wanna listen to ur shifting story about sturniolo triplets (out of curiosity:))-🥀

HI LOVE I’VE MISSED YOU!!!

I’m guessing you’re talking about the post I made a few days ago about this DR so I’ll share some things on the topic of that below the cut. I was waiting until I posted the intro for this DR before I answered this ask :)

Me and Nick are very very close. Like sharing clothes close. I would definitely consider him my best friend. And as I said before, I edit the Sturniolo Triplet youtube videos with Nick.

So I was playing with my cat on the couch at like 11:30 at night on Thursday and Nick calls me. My phone was in the kitchen but I knew it was Nick because I have a specific ringtone for him LMAOO.

Anyway I got up and answered the call, and this man is panicking. I’d literally never heard Nick panic until this phone call so I’m like “..? Nick are you alright?”

I hear Matt go “I REMINDED YOU YESTERDAY🫤”and I IMMEDIATELY why Nick was calling, so I go “Oh shit” and he picks the phone up again and the conversation went like this:

Nick: “We. Forgot.”

Me: “Oh my god how did we- DON’T WE HAVE AN ALARM SET????”

Nick: “I turned it off ☹️”

Me: “Why would you do that.”

Nick: “Be so fucking fr you turned yours off too. Don’t even.”

Me: “…..okay yeah. Do we have time to do it tomorrow?”

Nick: “Not a chance.”

Me: “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck okay. I will be there in 10 just let me get out of these clothes.”

Nick: “No need. Open your door.”

Me: “What?”

Nick: “This shit is heavy please let me in.”

So I get up and unlock my door and this kid is standing there holding the editing computer, his backpack on his shoulder, and a dollar general bag on his arm. I didn’t even have time to say a damn word before he pushed past me and put his shit down on the table. Like he wasted ZERO time.

He put his bookbag down and opened the dollar general bag and he had gotten us all kinds of snacks and drinks 🙁. He handed me a coke and a bag of hot cheetos and was like “We’re finishing this tonight.” and I didn’t even argue.

We spent at least 5 hours working on this damn youtube video. Editing and cutting and audio clipping and inserting. We were so tired by the end of it that we didn’t even get up. We went to sleep right there in those chairs 😭. When we woke up it was like 1 PM and Matt was shaking my shoulders and Chris was shaking Nick’s. They had gotten worried because none of us were answering the phone. Over here thinking we were kidnapped LMAOOOO

We got it done though 🔥, Nick put in an extra psa at the beginning saying the editing was done last minute so that the editing may be a bit wack but it shouldn’t be bad. And it wasn’t, we ate 😁

Us forgetting about it isn’t really often. We procrastinate definitely but we NEVER forget about it entirely. Although Nick usually gets reminded by either Matt or Chris cause it just slips our minds.

#reia shares shifting stories!!#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #reality shift #shifters #sturniolo triplets dr #youtube dr

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marvelsassbutts · 3 months

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omg hii love your writing! i know u said u're trying not to set yourself up for disappointment if she's nothing like u imagined but like................free the thoughts feed temptation what's ur maria rambeau mcu binary like? 👁️

FINE !!! i'll cave (aka i love talking about maria rambeau and no force alive can stop me...not even.........me)

what is my maria rambeau binary like AHHHH honestly she's still not fully fleshed out in my head for reasons you mentioned that i may have mentioned (i'm scared of the brains at marvel) but i think ideally starting with her backstory i want it to be completely different from carol's - i think people have pointed out that 838 maria probably had a similar story to carol because of the kree suit but binary is just BINARY - i think even in the comics (someone let me know if i'm wrong) the character kind of just is (?) like it's the powers without the person if i'm understanding what people have told me lol so i think there's a lot of room to play with who maria was before the powers if there's even a before to see!

in terms of character i think about that one interview with the captain marvel cast (the insane one where brie talked for like a minute and a half straight on how maria is the love of the film.....yeah) where the interviewer said "so maria is like a softer version of carol" and lashana very quickly was like "uhh...no" and I SO AGREE !!! i think maria, because of the era she and carol came into the airforce, had to be a lot tougher than carol actually especially as a Black woman so i want binary to reflect that part of maria the one who was top of her class at USAFA

but with that in miiiiinnnndddd......maria is funny! if you haven't read the prequel novel to captain marvel (higher further faster by liza palmer) i SOOO so recommend it! she's just as fun and ridiculous and stupid (affectionate😭) as carol and while we got little glimpses of that in captain marvel we deserve so much more

this is such a tough question to answer because in terms of "616" maria rambeau we really didn't get a lot so when i think about binary i'm like "man, i hope she's developed!" and i would count that as a win lol

when it comes to her relationship with carol..............................................I'M UNDECIDED!!!!!!!!!!

obviously she doesn't have a monica (or a monice she remembers!!!!) so that leaves us questioning what her relationship with carol is if there's one at all - i think it would be kind of funny if she had a carol and just couldn't stand her and then our carol shows up like "maria!" and binary's like "aw man" but that's just my shits and giggles idea

i don't think i want her to have a carol because i want that spot to be left open for our carol because even if they give us a binary who is in love with her carol danvers it's like okay well how often are we gonna see this universe? is it just a cop out? and i think that's a valid fear with the mcu lmaoooo - PLUS i want her to be flirty SORRY I'LL SAY IT if carol does show up and she either reminds binary of someone she lost or is someone completely new i need binary to have the space to be like "what the hell is wrong with you and why is it working on me" like i need it. i need it? i need it.

so all in allllllllllllllllllllllllll my mcu binary is all the things that maria is and we didn't get the full amount of in captain marvel and the marvels one because she deserves it and two lashana can fucking DO it!

i think that's all from me for now but i will probably have more to say in 6 seconds flat.

**also thank you so much for reading my works :')) that means so so much and warms me right up

#maria rambeau #mcu binary #binary #the marvels #captain marvel #carol danvers x maria rambeau #carolmaria #cy answers

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just imagined ted and reader taking the Richmond team on a team-building adventure (camping). Ted and reader share a tent, but obviously have to be suuuuuuuuper quiet while they get down to it...

AN: I started writing this and forgot to save the draft because I'm an idiot so let's see what I remember lmaoooo

Rating: Teen

Tags: Camping, Fade to Black, Secret Sleepover, Hiding (poorly) from the team

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"Do British people go camping?"

You looked at Ted over the rim of your coffee mug. The two of you were having a lazy morning still half-dressed and eating omelettes Ted had made.

"I'm sure plenty of Brits camp, but I am not one of them," you smirked, "why do you ask?"

"Well, we're taking the team camping this weekend—classic team bonding exercise, relying on each other for survival," you rolled your eyes at Ted's drama, knowing he was exaggerating, "and I thought you might like to come along?"

"Ted," you teased, already knowing how he'd answer, "are other people bringing their partners?" Your relationship wasn't a secret, but Ted had a loving but often inappropriate habit of wanting you everywhere he was. You often had to remind him that as much as you and Beard got along, when his best friend asked him for drinks he probably meant just Ted, not Ted and Y/N.

Ted looked sheepish sipping at his own coffee. "I don't think it's that big of a deal—"

"Ted. Go to your team building. You'll have a very lovely time and I'll be here when you get back."

Ted pouted. And then pouted some more. In fact, Ted pouted all week long leading up to the trip, to the point that both Roy and Beard asked if you were sure you couldn't come. You assured the other coaches that you didn't want your presence to distract.

But it did give you an idea.

Ted didn't have any service at the campsite and you gave him one night with the team before you drove out in secret. It was easy to find the rowdy men, drinking and laughing by a campfire, the sun just starting to set.

You knew which tent was Ted's because you'd seen him pack it, and it was easy enough to slip through the shadows around the edge of the campsite and into the dusty green tent. You couldn't wait to see the surprise on Ted's face, especially once he saw his second surprise hidden under your dress, though you knew you'd likely be waiting a while from the revelry you could still hear out there. Pulling out a book, you made yourself comfy in Ted's sleeping back, sneaking all the M&Ms out of his trail mix. Suddenly you could hear Ted's voice louder than the rest.

"Oh snap! I almost forgot I brought some marshmallows for us, be back in a jiff!"

You quickly put your book away and tried to figure out what to do with yourself and settled on just sitting cross-legged on his sleeping bag. Ted quickly pulled the zipper down and practically fell into your lap with his haste.

"Y/N!?" You brought your finger to Ted's lips to keep him from being so loud and then replaced your finger with your own lips. Ted met you greedily, kissing you like it had been weeks and not less than 24 hours.

"Surprise," you whispered as you pulled away, Ted now sitting up across from you. "Don't tell the team, you've still got teambuilding to do," you smirked, reaching for the marshmallows and dropping them in Ted's lap.

"Oh, you're torture," Ted grinned, leaning in to kiss you again. "But I'm so glad you're here."

"You think that's torture," you taunted him, fiddling with the buttons on the front of your dress and slowly unbuttoning them to reveal the hint of lace underneath it all. Ted looked at you, mouth agape and eyes wide with lust. He reached for you, trailing under your dress and up your thigh. You caught him before he could get ahead of himself and brought his hand to your mouth and pressed a sweet kiss to his palm. "Boys are waiting on their s'mores coach, hurry back now."

Ted laughed, shaking his head in a mixture of disbelief and love. "The death of me I swear," Ted grumbled as he crawled back out of the tent and took a minute to collect himself.

You gave Ted credit for attempting to pretend like nothing odd was going on, but you had only made it one more chapter in your book before you heard him loudly faking a yawn.

"Alright, I'm turnin' in y'all, I'll see ya for the hike in the morning."

And in the blink of an eye Ted was diving back into the tent, playfully tackling you to the sleeping bag and covering you in kisses, his hand gripping your thigh and you moaned at his affection.

"Quiet now, sweetheart," Ted whispered, close enough to your ear to make you shiver, "you don't want the boys to know you're here right?"

You groaned at Ted using your own teasing against you, but you tugged his lips back to yours and kissed him deeply.

"We both know you're not making that hike, right?"

"Yes ma'am," Ted laughed, as he crawled down your body undoing your buttons as he went.

"I swear I heard some sort of animal last night," Sam said as he joined the rest of the team at the peak to rest at the midpoint of their hike.

"Same bruv," Isaac said, biting into a granola bar, "and it might have been hurt or something. It was like...whimpering."

"We'll have to ask Coach when we get back," Colin suggested. "Since he didn't come, maybe he saw what it was?"

Roy and Beard gave each other a knowing look. "Yeah, we'll be sure to ask," Beard said with a small smile, "let's get a move on."

#ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #x reader #reader #reader insert

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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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✨ valentine's build-a-fic: select a scenario! 💘

omg - a throuple AND enemies to lovers?! y'all know me too well 🤭 our build-a-fic is really starting to take shape now 😩 hope you're ready bc this poll is the big one!!! my brain had a field day coming up with these so you've got SEVEN options to pick from! WHAT WILL IT BE?!

as a reminder these will all feature e2l jihopexreader AND be valentine's themed!! i had a character limit on these but tried to include as much description as i could - but again, just follow your heart! there's no wrong answer bc i genuinely would love to write any of these ideas lmaoooo. signal boost reblogs are appreciated as always!!! 💘

#mposting #jihope month 🌹#valentines buildafic 💘#i'm so scared to post this one fr I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE OPTIONS!!!!!!!!

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Questions answered by Jared Bush!

“so it could be more.” 💀 💀 💀

I CAN’T WAIT THAT LONG JARED YO ASS BETTER FESS UP AND TELL ME NOW!!!

Now that…that just depresses me. Good thing Mirabel is such a good and sisterly cousin to Antonio. In this house, we stan.

So I was right in my fic AIHY. 😕

Interesting! 😳 It’s like they always say: You don’t need a gift to have a gift!

LMAOOOO I love how everything Jared Bush confirms about this dude has to do with him being a teenager and nothing else. 💀 His entire character and personality is solely there to be the stereotypical teenage boy and nothing more and I am here for it. 🤪

Awww that is so sweet! Reminds me of my fic when the granddaughters all camp out in Dolores’ room to have sleepovers! I need to shut up about my fanfic now.

👀

And now for the unanswered ones because they are too funny not to put here.

Such as the queer ones.

*w h e e z e* I assure you, nica, that Jared is not lesbophobic in any way however and I’m positive that we’ll see her girlfriend in a sequel or series! Or musical. Or all three.

Ooh I would love that! 🤞 *winks thrice*

Omg I’ma say it right now. I used to hc Dolores and Luisa as straight but now that I think about it the bi/pan Dolores hc is starting to have more and more appeal to me and this would just be so cute! Maybe a flashback where she’s shown having crushes on girls? Omg I’d love to see it! Mariano too is definitely pan. He said it himself. “I just have so much love inside!”

I’ll answer for him: Yes. Because I’m also one. *’sup nods head at Isabela* Let ME tell you. Who needs Word of God when you have Word of Lesbian? Hmmm? 🤨

Now that that’s out of the way, moving on…

😵‍💫 wtf I thought Ranma 1/2 fans were dead. Anyway in the words of their creator: “I don’t want to think about that, and neither should you.”

Just…no comment.

Omg I would love this! And unpopular opinion but I legit think that Mariano is smarter than he looks. I mean only Mirabel seems to think of him as dumb and only she calls him a “big dumb hunk”, like not even Isabela does that. And Dolores also fell in love with him for his poetry. And his grandmother says he wrote a song for the madrigals! I’d love to see the franchise continue to show his creative and artistic side more! I feel like he’d be the heart to Dolores’ head, and that is just beautiful.

Yeah that’s it for now, bye!

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playing bg3 a lot lately!!! some highlights (act 1 spoilers):

wyll is lying unconscious on the floor. shadowheart runs over to help him up, slips in the grease, and lies on the ground in defeat. the camera immediately cuts away. i lose my shit laughing

astarion then proceeds to slip in that grease puddle THREE TIMES on his way out of the room

"watch this - astarion NEVER fails at lockpicking." (he proceeds to fail at lockpicking twice consecutively)

gale disengaging from an enemy so he won't immediately get squished like a bug. the enemy ignoring every other member of the party to charge at him full force and oneshot him into death

astarion being the only party member not to fail every fucking nature check and therefore ending up sounding like the world's snarkiest tour guide

ethel teleporting mayrina directly into my cloud of daggers at the end of the fight, not even bothering to move herself out of the cloud, so both of them died simultaneously and i had to reload

gale being restrained, put under a silence spell, and set on fire, making him essentially fucking useless and also killing him faster than anybody could get him unstuck because he is squishy and flammable

the entire party slipping on grease and falling down the stairs in PERFECT UNISON

me, my bf (in our co-op save), and karlach, accidentally triggering the ragzlin fight... then we realise astarion isn't anywhere on the initiative menu, nor is he in the room. i switch control to him real quick to discover he's having his own separate boss fight against priestess gut and like twenty goblins, the poor sod

my bf getting arrested for theft within maybe 20 seconds of entering emerald grove, whilst i was still stuck in dialogue and could do nothing to stop him. he then forgot to re-equip his gear after getting it from the prison chest, despite me reminding him a bajillion times, which led to some INTERESTING combat encounters

"well, astarion is doing okay!" an enemy runs up and throws astarion off a balcony, knocking off half his health. "...ok well he WAS-"

getting jumpscared by gale's laugh, courtesy of a timmask

accidentally destroying a bridge mid-fight! it did absolutely nothing to any of the enemies but it took out lae'zel AND shadowheart in one fell swoop

getting confused by the blessing effects looking simular to the blue circles used to show allies, and therefore letting astarion fire bolt shadowheart to death before realising, in a moment of quiet horror, what i had just done

wyll killing half the goblins by shoving them off balconies instead of actually fighting them lmaoooo

"wait, where the fuck are karlach and astarion?" (the answer is always "they forgot to jump ten minutes ago and i only just noticed, so they're in a cave halfway across the map")

#for the record. astarion and karlach r pretty much permanent members of my party #me and my bf's too bc we're romancing them lmao #occasionally i switch karlach out for lae'zel or wyll depending on the quest but it's usually karlach #then the third member is usually shadowheart but i've been bringing gale with me more lately #because i got an amulet that lets him cast healing spells so i no longer have any reason not to switch him in every now n then lmao #my tavs are a tiefling bard (solo) and a drow fighter (co-op) if any of u were curious #i'm up to the underdark in my solo game and rescuing halsin in co-op #but i know some shit from later in the game bc fixation is a bitch and youtube is free yippee #ok infodump over #og #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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