#and then he turns round and doesnt want me either | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

Note

Tbh the way you write Krueger gives me sugar daddy / obsessive vibes (not that I can complain). I love the idea of him being so obsessed to please sweetheart in any way she wants (personally I HC him as a service top switch, specially w the way you write him). But if you’re ever up to it I’d love some Krueger drabble (or ghost or könig bc they’re yummy too)

-🪿(hönk)

HÖNK BABES OMG

18+

You are so right with him being a service top 👏 ugh he would so eat her out until she passes out. Round after round, with his big ass hands clamped around her thighs and his thick tongue flicking against her overworked clit. AUGH he would cum so quickly because of her taste and moans. He would cum just from eating her out 💀💀

And he 10000000%% is obsessive with Sweetheart. He only thinks about Sweetheart 25/8 and all he wants to do is please her. He calls her "My little Goddess" for a reason ✨️ just touching her is a blessing to him. Touching her hand, he would crumble right then and there. He would do anything and EVERYTHING for this woman. He wants-- NEEDS-- to be around her all the time, or he will go INSANE. He's also pretty possessive with her. But Sweetheart shut that shit down, so he's only just a little teehee🤭 but yeah he becomes quite jealous when people talk to her. Don't touch her because you will lose a hand. And if you make a move? Oh, you're gonna end up either on a t-shirt or on a milk carton.

(I can go on and on with Krueger about being an obsessive freak with Sweets HAHA)

And hönk omg sugar daddy Krueger makes me want to fold😭 she wouldn't even ask him to be a sugar daddy, he would just do it himself. He LOVES spoiling her, even though she doesn't ask for it, he does it anyway. And of course she's thankful for it, she's not a brat. But that makes him buy MORE SHIT FOR HER

It's a cycle:

• Krueger buys something for Sweets

• Sweets yells at him

• Sweets says thank you and smiles

• Krueger gets the happy juice in his brain

And then it starts over 💀

He's even bought her an apartment close to his, but she wanted to stay in her old family home, so he said "okay. I'll just live closer to you" and she's like-- w h a t 🧍‍♀️

And OH he would so buy toys for her. Like vibrators. He bought one that he could control from afar and that was such a fun day LOL When he's not around, like on a mission, he made a mold out of his cock for her 💀 and yk... she uses it sometimes HWHEHSHES Krueger asked her to send a video of her using it and she does. She was so embarrassed and shy when she did it. Wearing one of Krueger's shirts and ONLY his shirt-- and her hair out (he loves seeing her hair down) and she's on the bed with the toy and she lubes it up, cause it's fucking huge. AND IT HAS A SUCTION CUP LOL so she just slaps on the bed frame and rubs it on her slit.

Fuck, and Krueger is just watching it like it's the last thing on earth. He is so FUCKING HARD and he wants to be there and fuck her himself. He hears her little whimper when the toy prods her hole. Sweet's is bent on the bed and holding a pillow, her eyebrows knitted and tears already springing in her eyes. Omg that makes Krueger go FERALLL

And once she backs her thick ass back into it, she squeals so loudly and starts to twitch. "Fuck... I think I just came..." GIRL I THINK KRUEGER JUST CAME WHEN YOU SAID THAT WTF-- she starts to grind on it, as much as she can fit, and starts to bounce on it. Her moans and whimpers flow through the speaker of his phone and other soldiers are just frozen and turned on, and are scared to shit to tell him that everyone can hear what's playing on his phone 💀(he honestly doesnt give a shit, hes too engrossed on the video) and Graves comes over, pissed at Krueger because it's extremely distracting whatever is on his phone. Graves was about to speak until he saw Sweetheart fucking herself on the biggest dildo he has ever seen. He has never seen her moan and whimper like that-- like gurl where has this side been?? And he just stands there with his eyes big and mouth gaping. His dick twitches in his pants and he feels light-headed. The fucking wet sounds of her stretched pussy and her low babbles and her bottom half jiggling with every bounce is straight torture for the both of them.

"Fuuucckkkk Krueger, if this is the size of your actual fucking cock I don't think I can take it..." Sweetheart whimpers out. Graves is like- SORRY WHAT

THAT BIG THING IS A MOLD OF KRUEGER'S COCK??? It's literally making a small bulge in her stomach when she sits up and it's not even in all the fucking way. Krueger growls, his knee bouncing like CRAZZYY "You'll take it, baby. You will." He mumbles to himself. Omg he's so turned on its making him unstable.

She goes faster, the bed frame creaking with her backing up on it. She gets louder and her thighs start shaking so damn much. "Cumming... Cumming!" She bites the pillow hard as her pussy creams around the dildo. She makes such a mess on the bed frame omg (Krueger and Graves wanted to lick it all clean) and she's breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down. Once she does, she gets up to get her phone, they can see that she's a bit sweaty and eyes teary and low. She wipes her face and she sighs before speaking. "I can't believe I did this. Fuck I'm still shaking. Just-- be safe Krueger." And the video ends. The silence is THICCKKKK AFTERWARDS LMAO

But I am making a smut fic between Krueger and Sweetheart, so keep an eye out for that!

1K notes · View notes

deathbxnny · 2 months

Note

Alright! After debating which characters i want to use for this idea, i chose Lyney! So can i request Lyney x reader where he and reader does a ballroom dance under the moonlight. The Merry Go Round of Life ost is honestly a perfect song for a ballroom dance so i have to request a ballroom dance! Also this ask is kinda similar to your Furina post, but..

Let me explain:

So the reader is Lyney’s crush and Lyney is also the reader’s crush. Their love for each other is mutual but both of them have yet to confess. The reader is wating for Lyney to be the one to confess while Lyney… Lyney plans to never confess to them. Despite really wanting to, he can’t. He won’t because if he does that would mean getting the reader involved in the Fatui which he vehemently does not want to happen. So he trapped the both of them in this dance of Will They or Wont They because while he doesnt want to be actual lovers for their safety, this dance will at least let him believe an illusion that they are one. He knows the reader will get tired of this dance but that’s fine with him. He will enjoy every second of this dance until the reader eventually finds a new dancing partner lover.

But until then, he will let himself believe this illusion as it lets him forget all his problems and be in love for once.

(I should probably mention that i have yet to play Fontaine so idk how accurate Lyney is in this request but even if he does date someone, i still think he wouldnt be too keen on having his S/O involved in his Fatui business. Am i right on that assumption?)

- Flower Anon 🌸

I love your brain, Flower Anon! This is such an interesting idea, but I might change it up a little, so I hope you like it anyways and I thank you for your request!<33

(Part two)

Content: Heavy angst?, Mutual pinning but no confession, hurt/kind of no comfort, ballroom dancing, hints of depression, Lyney is a bit of a liar, sfw Reader has no metioned pronouns!! ((Not fully proofread))

《No happy endings. (Lyney x Gn!Reader)》

In a way, Lyney always knew his love for you would backfire eventually.

Whether it was due to his own actions or his family's "business," he knew this couldn't ever turn out the way he wanted to. That eventually, he'd have to pull away from you for good. But he was selfish for way too long, perhaps even in denial. He ignorantly thought he could manage his many lies with the same ease he balanced his magic tricks on stage. And yet, it all came to a head the day "Father" told them of their important mission.

A mission he knew would end in nothing but heartbreak and loneliness.

He ofcourse tried to prolonge his doom for as long as he could, mainly because he just couldn't let go of you. He didn't want to, and it was so painfully obvious to everyone around him. It didn't help that he knew that you loved him back, too. Neither of you ever dared to confess, however, something he was thankful for until now. It made things a little easier, or at least it did, until you one day visited him at one of his street shows with a letter in hand, inviting him to a grand ball in the theater.

You were glowing under the bright sun, your smile wide enough to make him breathless. Lynette gave him a glance, an unreadable one he still understood anyway. After their last meeting with their "Father", she had bluntly asked him what he was going to do with you now. This wasn't the first time she had asked him this either. But everytime she did, his words would dry out in his mouth and he'd be left there speechless, unable to come up with a solution.

The issue was clear as day, however. It's either he confessed to you or he didn't. For a while, he entertained the idea of doing so, just so he can finally hold you the way he so desperately wanted to. But Lynette wasn't letting him dream anymore. If he confessed, then he'd have to lie to you about everything. And it was inevitable that eventually, one day, you'd find out about their real identities. Would you stay then? Freminet quietly shaking his head at his older brothers question was enough to make him finally wake up to the reality of the situation.

No, ofcourse you wouldn't stay, because he had deceived you for so many years. Perhaps you'd be able to look past the Fatui aspect, but not the lies.

He hadn't been the same since and everyone noticed. Even you, who was so desperate to cheer him up from the unknown issue that was clouding his mind. Always so ready to help him through everything, despite not knowing you were the cause of his plight. And he regrettably loved that about you the most.

"You... want to go to the ball with me? Ah... I-" "-Please? I've been wanting to go with you for a while, and I'm sure it will do us some good to catch a break." You said quickly, afraid of his rejection when you haven't even tasted the beginning of it yet. The blonde man bit his lip, his eyes meeting Lynette's for help, who simply looked away stubbornly. She had warned him of this. At this point, she wondered who's feelings she was really trying to save. Her twin brothers or her dear friends? She didn't know and hoped it would all just come to a quick, painful end.

Lyney sighed softly, unable to ever say no to you in the end, as he forced a smile to grace his lips. "Why ofcourse then! Let's make the night count!" He said in his usual grandiose tone, his heart fluttering as you gave him an excited giggle and hugged him, quickly taking your leave with a gleeful thanks. The twins watched you round a corner, the young man deflating with every step you took.

He pressed a hand against his face the moment you disappeared, his breath a little uneven and shaky. His smile wobbled until it finally dropped entirely. Even smiling had become too exhausting to do. Lynette simply stared before she shook her head and crossed her arms tightly. Someone had to be the responsible one here, and as much as it hurt her... she had to be the one to push him over the edge. "You'll end it after the ball. You have to." She whispered to him, leaning in close enough to notice the teary, near empty gaze glinting in his eyes.

He always loved too hard.

"I... ofcourse I will. You're right." He muttered in a near daze as he gathered up his cards off the floor from a previous performance. He looked so small, all his pride and grandiose having been shattered the moment he realised that his life and free will never belonged to him to begin with.

---

The days flew past him afterwards and by the time the night of the ball arrived, it was like he had woken up from a bad fever dream. He stood in the now crowded theater room, dazed and dressed in a lavish suit he only barely remembered to have put on with his siblings' help. He had attempted to stall having to come here, but his "father's" dark glare from the door way made it clear that she wasn't going to entertain his "distraction" being around him anymore either.

Fountaine's whole existence stood on the line, so how dare he hesitate? How dare he care about being heartbroken, when people are going to die?

His hazy mind nearly didn't recognize your radiating form when you approached him in absolute glee. Your hands took his gloved one's, tightly grasping them, as you spoke of your happiness to be here with him. You had dragged him outside onto one of the massive balconies, the moonlight mirrored in your beautiful eyes, and for a moment, everything around him disappeared. He could hear your words slow down, the panic kicking in full force when he realised what you were attempting to do, his mouth moving faster than his heart could stop it.

"Lyney, what I want to say is that I lov-" "-Let's dance. Let us please dance." He whispered breathlessly, his head spinning as he grasped onto your hip and took your hand into his. He couldn't process the hurt in your eyes, the way you pressed your lips together, tried mentally reasoning with yourself that he hadn't indeed just bluntly rejected you.

But he was quicker, the music filtering outside from the grand ballroom and mingling with the warm night air, as Lyney waltzed with you to it's melody. His mind was racing with so many thoughts and possibilities, his brain and heart tearing at his soul into opposite directions. He was hesitating. Despite knowing exactly what he had to do, the words just couldn't spill out yet. He gave himself time until the end of the song, his face flushing with a misplaced sense of excitement for being so close to you at last.

Yet you knew something was off about him. Perhaps it was the way he danced so clumsily. Perhaps it was the growing anxiety in his eyes that couldn't look into yours, and maybe it was the way his breath was so painfully labored, as though something was weighing down on his heart, suffocating him. Whatever it was, it made you slowly become frustrated.

Years of showing your affection to the magician seemed to have been brushed off and forgotten in that moment. And you weren't foolish enough to believe that he didn't feel the same for you. So what was he waiting for? What was holding him back? You couldn't understand, and so, when he spun you out, his hand only weakly keeping you from getting away from him, you finally uttered the words that burned on your tongue.

"Why are you hesitating?"

He looked at you for the first time since the waltz began, his eyes widening with unshed tears as he gulped, his throat so painfully dry. The melody was about to end, the orchestra leading up to it with suspense, somehow fitting for what he was about to do. He was happy that, despite everything, he was able to delude himself into thinking you two can be one, even for a single night. So perhaps his only regret was to not have been born in the right time and world for you.

"Because I can't love you. Not in this life. But I promise that nothing will stop me in the next."

The music came to an end, the wild and near deafening roar of the crowd in the ballroom filling this sobering silence between you two. It was his best performance, his best final magic trick, in which he'd make his own heart vanish. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your hand, unable to look at your shocked and tear-filled expression.

Lyney had made peace with himself and the situation in that moment, even when you wordlessly pulled away from him and quickly ran past him. He stood under the moonlight, still bowed, his hand reaching for nothing until he summoned his hat from thin air and elegantly put it on his slicked back hair. The blonde turned to look behind him as he did so, only barely seeing you vanish in the thick crowd as you wiped away your tears.

And somehow, he had it in him to smile, not out of amusement of what he had done to you, but rather at the realisation that he truly always did belong to a puppet show in a way.

What a shame that the script had no happy ending from the start.

Alrighttt... I hope this was okay for you, Flower Anon! And sorry for taking so long, exam season is not for the weak...

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin lyney #genshin lyney x reader #lyney x reader #lyney #lyney x you #lyney x y/n

110 notes · View notes

curvykittyyssmutfics · 2 months

Text

mentor!Kishibe

mentor!Kishibe is very aware of your secret attraction towards him. Has to use every ounce of his will to convince himself that its onesided, just a young woman with a crush. But he'd have to be blind not to notice the subtle shift from the student/teacher vibe between y'all two when you finally complete his extensive training. It's been 3 years. Granted he deemed you at peak less than a year in, and now he had nothing left to teach you. Knows it's already incredibly suspicious and selfish keepin you from your aspirations this long. Still.. "Sure you don't wanna go private?" Kishibe takes a swig from his flask, tired eyes trained on the newest addition to the eerily desolate cemetery. "Tsk. Don't ask somethin you have no intention of doin yourself. Real funny way of askin me to stay.." You get no reply. The tense silence stretches on, so many words on the tip of his tongue. He eventually settles with a dry "Then congratulations, kid: It's graduation day." You frown, dreading this moment almost as much as the thought of never finding the gun devil. Feels just as despairing as you thought it would. Staring at the side of his handsome downcast face, admiring the crinkle round his eye. "Will you miss me?" Kishibe solemn eyes finally meets your imploring gaze, not needing even a second to think about your question. Uses the back of his hand to gently sweep your braids off your shoulder as he offers you a small forced smile. "Course, sweetheart. You already know.." Your heart skips a beat to the simple touch and new pet name. Know what? But then Kishibe's droppin his hand. Turns on his heel, stridin to the exit without another word. "Goodbye.." The strong gusts of wind the only witness to your anguished whisper.

mentor!Kishibe makes it a point to keep his distance from you. Even with workin in the same sector, its a whole year before you see him again. Makima finally wore em down into comin out to eat with a few fellow hunters. "Two minutes. Then we're done here." She only smiles at him, watchin as he sits stiff refusing to touch his plate of food. Kishibe ignores the flow of conversation, his mind wondering what you were up to for the evening. Imagine his surprise when he sees your pretty ass walk through the door, his insides twisting and knotting at the sight of you. Uniform pants huggin your shapely frame; white shirts sleeves rolled up to the elbows, first couple buttons undone and givin him the tiniest peak at your mouth watering cleavage. So fuckin gorgeous to Kishibe. Almost exactly how he'd last seen you. Your face is different thought.. Just as beautiful but he knows that gaunt look only too well. Your hairs changed too, now in y/h/c wavy layered tresses down your back. There's nothing on planet earth that can get either of you to unlock eyes as you freeze on the spot. You weren't sure when you'd see him again; if his petty ass would continue to dodge you till the end of time. But inna instant, it's like just the two of you exist. Nothing else in the world matters but how much you want and miss him.. Till you remember the cruel and sudden way he chose to snatch himself from your life, leaving you heartbroken. And more lonely than necessary, especially considering the profession. The thought has you spinnin on the spot and storming from the restaurant. Makima digs her elbow into Kishibe's side. "I'm not saying fall in love. But find a piece of happiness for yourself, even if you believe it to be fleeting." He doesn't say a word. Knows right away her sneaky ass had somethin to do with this crap. Puttin on his shoes and coat, he heads out. Doesnt grace a single soul at the the table with a goodbye, leaving for home with a scowl and a dark cloud over his head. Kishibe knew comin to this shit show was a fuckin mistake.

mentor!Kishibe is so fuckin stubborn that he goes another 6 months without you in his life before almost goin off the deep end. The gaping hole in his already miserable existence seems to physical weaken him. Kishibe can't eat, think or fuckin sleep anymore. Drinks more and focuses less on his goals at work, even skippin out some days to secretly pop up to check on you. But you never see him, even when you feel a pair of unknown eyes on you every now and again. He continues to watch from afar when you patrol, missin the way you'd accompany him on his. Longing to hear your sweet giggles when he'd say something dark or give you a taste of that dry humor. The only woman that got him to open up bout what makes him drown his sorrows in liquor. And even indulge less. Needs that connection with you again. He's startin to care less and less how hes too old, too much of a brute that might be incapable of giving what you need. And in fully recognizing that.. Kishibe can't be without you much longer. The only semblance of peace is late at night when he gives in to the madness that haunts him, pumpin at his angry agitated cock while you consume his mind. "Ohhh fuck, y/nnn.. Touch me, sweetheart.." Head dipped back into his pillow, moaning low imagining the his grip to be the warm wet clutch of your tight lil puss. Perspiration drippin down his nude frame, muscles spasming from how good it feels. "Tell me you want me.." Drivin him insane rememberin every scar, dimple, beauty mark peekin from your formal public safety uniform. "Want you so bad, pretty girl." Wish he could listen to how you pant after a strenuous session, tiny huffs akin to what he thinks you sound like if he sucked at your clit. "Bet you like that, huh?" Fucks his fist quicker to the thought, strokes awkward from how infrequently he masturbates. How sensitive would you be? Would you moan or scream? Buck and hump against his face, grind his lips for maximum pleasure? "Thats it. Take what you need greedy girl." Or maybe run from it. Yank at his short hair while tryin to escape, his name stuttering out on broken moans and pleas for reprieve as he forces you to cum. "Y/nnn!" Kishibe unloads allover his fist to the conjured imagery. Sputtering your name over and over as his nut spurts thickly in the air, splattering his muscled thighs audibly.

mentor!Kishibe knows things have gone all the way left when liquor stops helping to numb the pain of your abscence. Shows up to your spot in the middle of the night with a crazed look in his eye, bangin on your door like he was outta his damn mind. "What do you want Kishibe?" You snap after eyeing him through the peephole, swinging open your front door. Even through your outrage, you're immediately aware of the deep dark circles underneath his eyes. Or the prominent wrinkles in his suit jacket and pants, but most importantly the exclusion of that dank smell of whiskey. Your stunned he isn't stone cold drunk. But his attention is on the fact you're only in an oversized black tee, hair inna a cute messy bun. Smooth brown legs and pert nipple prints on display for his greedy gaze. Doesn't have very high hopes with hidin how his dick starts to chub, trying his damnest not to stare at the exposed skin. "Y/n, sweet girl.. Missed you so fuckin much. I'm so sor-" Kishibe steps a foot forward into your home, arms outstretched to embrace you but you sidestep him, smackin away his hands. "Fuckin kidding me right?" He's never touched you unless you guys were training, but back then you had always hoped for it. Dreamed of it. Even now your body yearns for him to hold you, caress you.. To fuck you. Traitorous pussy started to moisten, nipples stiffening the moment you opened the door. But you're fuckin hurt! "Y/n-" "What?! Thought you could ghost me then slide through for a quick fuck?" Your tone makes his heart clench. Kishibe can't believe you think that's what you mean to him. His face falls a bit and he drops his arms. "No, never. I missed you so mu-" "You said that already, Kish." Another interruption paired with a severe eye roll. "Babygirl, hear me out. You have every right to kick my ass and send me off. I'm sor-" "Yeah, you said that already too. Either tell me why you left me or get the fuck out." He takes a deep breath before puttin his heart on the line for the first time in his life. "I'ma fool, y/n. An old fool that had no intention of ever fallin in love. Not with the life we lead. You know as well as I that only swift violent death awaits all of us. But then I met you." Kishibe reaches for you again and but this time you allow him to link fingers, his words sinkin deep; they were very true. "Mourning hurts worse the more you care. I didn't want that for you. Just wanna protect you sweetheart. Even from myself. You mean everything to me and I dont deserve you.. What if i can't make you happy?" You mull over his words for a second. "So you denied me my dick, which woulda made me estatic by the fuckin way, all in the name of protectin me from grieving?" You clarify in disbelief. He gives you a short nod, cock twitchin at your admission. "Fuckin stupid, Kish. Everyone at work can see you're all i need to be happy. And we all die! No matter the jobs we pursue. What's wrong with enjoying each other till then?" You ask, palming up his abs to rest your hands on his chest. Wow. He never thought of it like that. Such a intelligent girl, but he always knew it. Though he tells you anyway. "When you become smarter than me, babygirl?" Kishibe asks, tuggin you against his well defined frame. Arms wrapping around you tight, dippin down to massage your backside as he noses up your neck, inhaling your fresh, feminine scent. "Haven't I always been?" You hug around his neck as he hums in agreement at your throat, tiltin your head to offer him more access. The need for his cock to mold your desperate cunt to the shape of him is overpowering when you feel it press firm against you. "Come in, Kishibe. Need you so much. Don't make me wait anymore." Connecting your lips to his, moaning when he passionately reciprocates as you yank him inside by his the collar of his shirt.

mentor!Kishibe hasn't had the luxury to relieve himself in weeks; can't even remember the last time he's gotten do it with someone other than himself. So he's absolutely unprepared when you unzip his slacks, push him to the bed, turn and hastily sit on his dick. "Holy shit, baby girl!" His fingers dig into your hips bruisingly, trying to lift you off his hypersensitive leaky length. Soft heat drenchin him, erratic flutter of your walls buildin that familiar pulsing swirl in his gut. Feels pathetic that he's already fighting back nuttin inside your perfect lil snatch. Mind reeling at finally gettin a taste of your bomb ass coochie, and the fact you aint have no panties on when you scolded him at your front door earlier. "Pussys too tight, worlds best cock sleeve baby. Mmm.. Oh shit- get up! Lemme breathe honey. Been too fuckin long, dont wanna buss yet." But you fight against his attempts to unsheathe himself, moanin as his words replay in your head. Leanin back into his strong chest as his scent clouds your mind, reachin back to grip tight at his freshly cut soft blonde locks. "Nooo, Kish! Don't make me wait anymore. N-need it so bad. 'S so big, feels so good inside me. Don't make me stop, pleeease. Gimme my dick, baby. Waited long enough right? Waited like a good girl?" Kishibe clenches his gut tight, noddin his head swiftly. Your filthy pleas, how you frantically mouth and suck on his neck, pullin his short hair hard, makin his fat balls buzz pleasantly. "Yes, yes. Ughnn fuh-uck.. Such a good girl, my best girl.. So please sweetheart, slow the fuck down less you want this shit to be over with already." He's sits tense, so fuckin on edge tryin not cum, not even sure you hear anything after 'good girl'. "Y/n?" "Kishibeee.." Your immediate dazed moan back to him doesnt sound promising on followin orders. Fuck! He assumes even with bitin off more than your lil puss can chew, you've been plottin all this time to take matters into your own hands. Always the clever girl. And so goddamn impatient. "Oh fuck, y/nnn.. Gonna give you what you want, just w-wait‐ wait a second honey!" Fuck that shit. "No." You huff, makin his pretty eyes narrow at your new found disobedience. "Little girl, stop. Right now. Dont make me- haaah!" Threat cut short when you grind and roll your hips into his before leanin on his knees to tentatively bounce on his dick. "Ohmygod! Knew you'd fuck me so good. Ohfuuuck! Waited too long for this good dick. So worth it, so so worth it!" You keen, tossin your head back at him diggin you out, body tremblin how he stretches your delicate walls round his thick girth more than any man ever had.

Kishibe eyes widen at your antics, grip at your hips useless as you keep a tight hold of the reins and fuck him a bit quicker. Tits jigglin under your tee, clit throbbin for attention as you use his dick to knock into that ridged pleasure button inside you. "Fuck me, Kishi! Show me how much you missed me. Yeees, yes- right there!" The intense sensation rapidly formin in the depths of your tummy is frighteningly mind numbing but you chase it anyway. Fuckin him vigorously, nails diggin into his knees as you both near whats sure to be orgasms for the history books. "Shiiit! Gonna make me buss so fuckin h-hard, honey.." "Then buss for me. Mmm. Show me what I've been missin. Wanna feel your nut splash inside, handsome." No womans ever talked to or fucked him like this before. Its him that usually mounts his victims till they're stupid from his curved cock. But now he can hardly take the snug hug your hole gives his dick. Unable to stop his eyes from rollin back in his skull when you focus on humpin the wide mushroom tip, swiveling your hips sensually as you ride your mans dick. His fingers slip from your hips and Kishibe falls back against the bed limply, eyes blurry with tears at the sensation of you fuckin him so thoroughly. "F-fuck honey. Thats it. Put that pussy on Daddy." He slurs, eyes shut tight, oblivious to the dark kink he keeps buried deep down finally breakin free. "Make me nut in that pretty lil pussy, baby. Show Daddy how he's the only one that can cum inside." His chest heaves as he pants out quick labored grunts from the way you pop your plushy ass on him up and down fast as you can, slammin your lil cunt on him tirelessly; the burn in your thighs the last thing on your mind. "Yes, Daddy! Gimme it, earned my nut huh? Don't wanna wait for it anymore!" You hiccup, beggin for his load in high pitched cries as he begins to buck his hips widly. "H-here it is, sweet girl. Nuts all for you.. Ahhh fuck! Take it, honey. Take it.." Glidin to the base of his swollen shaft repeatedly, literally milking the sperm from his poundin dick. Gooey white spurts layer your walls, coating your insides thickly with his essence. His hips unintentionally lift from the bed to chase your pussy, outta sync from your rythym, random hits to your gspot makin you seize in his lap. "Kish, Kishi- Kishibeee!" Juices gush and pool on his work pants as you cum enthusiastically, clumsily rotatin your hips, usin his poor cock to abuse your puffy hole even when Kishibe stiffens from the overstimulation. "L-little girl." He warns you but you ignore him, wordless moans slippin through your bare lips as you enjoy him like its the last time. The man has to gather all the strength he has left to snatch you off his dick and flip you onto the bed, pastel blue covers cool against your back. He hovers above you, sticky girth rigid against your slick pussy lips. "Bad fuckin girl. Doin whatever you want with my dick." Kishibe snarls against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, both of you still pantin for air. His words make you pout, releasin a small whimper when he pulls away, floppin next to you and cuddling into your side. "My dick, Kishibe. Plus.. Thought you said I was good." He snorts at your whine. "Any man would say that when you're force fuckin the nut out me the way you did, y/n." You bust out laughin at his deceitful trickery, your infectious giggles makin him follow suit. "That right.. Daddy? Didn't know you were into that. Think we got some catchin up to do.." Kishibe groans when you slip a hand to squeeze lightly at his sensitive slowly softening cock, smilin into his shoulder when it twitches with interest. He knows he'll never hear the end of this one and really wishes your perfect lil cunt didn't get him so fuckin pussy drunk. But really, Kishibe's finally happy; hopesand prays his lil slice of happiness won't be cut short..

82 notes · View notes

4townlove · 1 year

Note

Idk if someone has asked this Alr, but could you make an Aaron T fic. doesn’t matter what it is, do what u want!

hello hello dear Anon. today is your lucky day (as well as for all 4townies and Aaron T Stans ) here's something a little romantic and flirty with Aaron T, to kickstart my very late delve into val-day 4Town content. enjoy !

4⭐Town Headcanons: Soft & Sweet Aaron T

"...baby..."

"mmmh?"

"your breath... smells like strawberry mint bubblegum."

"i know. it's good right?" T smirked, and you couldn't resist that smile. crooked and pearly, his eyes dilated as he gazed into your own, his face inches from yours.

"I can't stand you."

"hehehehe! i love you too bubblegum!"

"do not call me-"

"my bubble-bubble-bubblegum baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby...." he sang, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him again, and once again, as always, you melted into his arms.

all day, you and T had stayed in bed, lazing around as the noise of the city chugged outside the french balcony doors of your apartment, talking and laughing at memes and tangling yourself in each other's limbs. you couldnt resist him, and this rare chance to be alone with him and only him made your stomach turn into tickling flutter every time you remembered that you were here with him, that you were his and he was yours.

"tastes just as good too, doesnt it?" Aaron T teased, nudging his nose into your cheek, warm from the blush blooming under your skin.

you rolled your eyes, "would you shut up?"

"you're not denying it though..."

"i'm sure as hell not agreeing either!"

"well..." he huffed, pushing himself up to lean over you, his hands pressed into the pillows either side of your head.

in your dim bedroom, with only the soft warm glow of the lamp on your bedside table making his skin turn to polished bronze and his eyes to liquid gold, it was difficult not to get lost in him.

your smile slowly fades as your breath escaped you, your gaze dropping to his strong body, lean and muscular gold arms on display now that he was down to a tank top, veins lightly pressing up under his skin as he kept himself hovering over you. your heart tripped, then halted all together when your eyes fell to his lips, soft and full, still slightly swollen and rosy from your last round of needy kissing.

Aaron T bit his bottom lip expectantly as he followed your gaze and leaned down a little, his curly brown hair slightly falling over his brow as he muttered, "shall we test that theory? just to be sure? for science or whatever?"

His usual snark was quickly tamed for this tender flirtation that sent your brain fizzing too much to process anything besides trying to breathe. it was all so overwhelming that just as he drew closer, his lips to brushing against yours and he breathed your name, you shuddered and turned away, hiding your burning face in your hands.

T chuckled and lay down again, kissing his way up to your shoulder before muttering into your neck, "awww baby! you're so cute when you're shy."

despite yourself, you turned into his chest and huffed, "you're crazy for making me feel like this... isn't Robaire meant to be the romantic one?"

the faint freckles across the bridge of T's nose arched as he blushed a smile and paused a moment, his hand moving to your side before he confessed, "what can i say... you make me feel confident enough to feel vulnerable enough to be like this with you. i cant... i have to keep my energy up with the guys and everything but with you, i just... i can take a break from the fastlane, yknow? i can breathe for a bit. and turns out breathing is good for you so, if im crazy then, you're pure magic, baby."

your heart stopped at his words and slowly, you lifted your eyes from the warm hollow of his throat to his own.

you can tell from his tender, steady gaze that he was being 100% genuine and that alone made you whole body burn like you were a candle.

T just smiled, warm as the summer sun, and bumped the tip of his rounded nose against yours. "youre still cute, bubblegum." and after hearing you finally giggle at the nickname, T took a breath, before beginning to sing his own part of 4Town's legendary love song just for you. his voice was so soft and sweet that you were sure your heart would burst, but managed to hold it together just enough to listen to him as he sang, " 'Cause you have opened my eyes, and stolen my heart.... you make me believe that... love can be art..."

his gaze met yours again, his eyes illuminated with shimmering light-brown drawn out by the soft nightlight beside him. he blushes a smile, kissed the corner of your mouth and breathed the rest of the lyrics into your skin there, "...and i could never survive a minute apart... you are my...."

his voice trailed off as he suddenly felt how hard your heart was hammering into his chest. T's breath caught in his throat as his eyes fluttered in surprise and possibly slight concern, but you were still, motionless as you gazed at the young man you loved more than anything.

"T..." you exhaled, trembling now.

the young singer's cheeks rouged but slowly, he slid his hand up the side of your neck and cupped your cheek. "Baby..."

and then, the small space between you closed... and your lips met... the kiss deepened as you sank into each other again... and everything, all at once, was perfect.

#turning red #4town #4 town #4*town #4townie #4town aaron t #4town headcanons #4town x reader #4 town x reader #aaron t x reader #aaron t #4 town aaron t #⭐requests #⭐headcanons #⭐from 4townlove

122 notes · View notes

yourtouchismidas · 11 months

Note

hiii i was thinking about a blurb about teenage gigi getting into a fight with her best friends and non of them showing at her sleepover, but Matty and the guys insist of having the sleepover instead, making her extremely happy <3

omg it's giving the best day by taylor swift second verse and chorus and i'm living for it.

i think maybe gigi is just thirteen, and she is in that age where she is navigating transitioning from a child to an adult and she's awkward and sad and she drums for long periods of time in her room and listens to moody music, but still occasionally is caught playing dolls with her sisters, making up elaborate stories.

since starting secondary school, you and matty have been slightly concerned about some of the girls she is hanging out with. she still has her friends who she moved up with from primary, but she talks more about claire now and a girl called neveah and another called isla. claire has been round for tea once, and she didn't say please or thank you at the dinner table and matty overheard her make fun of gigi's bedroom, asking why she still had a taylor swift poster up in her room, and if she was a baby.

but you both let it be. because she is finding her own way. and you know, with gigi's nature, if you said she shouldnt be hanging out with those girls, then she would want to do it even more. she begs you to let all three of them sleep over, and because she has been to all three of theirs now you feel its your turn so you relent. you pack shay and valley off to george and charli's for the night, and the twin's go to matty's mum, as gigi says that her and her friends will probably want to stay up late and be loud.

then gigi comes home from shopping in town, where you dropped her off to meet the other girls before the sleepover, and she is alone. she bowls through the door and slams it and runs up to her room before you even register she is home.

you're on the phone with denise about the twins and so you gesture at matty to head up, which he already is doing.

he knocks gently on the door, where he hears sad music inside. she doesnt answer so he lets her know he is coming in and then opens the door. she is lying in the middle of her bed, bag slung down, and staring at the ceiling.

"you okay baby?"

"yep," she says.

"where are your friends?"

"not coming."

"why?" he says. he sits down on the edge of her bed. she doesnt move her eyes from the ceiling, where there are still patches from the glow in the dark stars she took down recently. matty still has them in his bedside table, in case she ever wanted to put them back up.

"they hate me," she says.

"no they don't love," he says. "how could they hate you? you're wonderful."

this when she breaks and starts crying, although she pretends she isn't and quickly wipes her face with the back of her arm.

"what happened, baby? talk to dad."

"we played this game where we had to pick out an outfit for one of our friends, and i got claire and i picked her something nice but then she got all mad at me and said it was babyish and that i was trying to make her look like a baby like me. then i said she was being a twat and she got all offended and was like, i dont have to hang out with you you know, and then i said, well dont then and she was like, well i'm going home and she did and i thought the other girls would come with me but they didnt either, they all went to claires. without me."

"oh dear," matty says. he hates claire and her stupid little nose and the dots she draws in the corner of her eyes and the way she tuts when something isn't good enough. "claire doesn't seem like the nicest of girls."

"she's so nice. she's so nice most of the time but then she'll randomly do shit like this. and you just... dont know when it's gonna happen. like. it's like a puzzle i cant solve."

"its not your job to solve, babe," he says.

"what am i going to do?"

"you dont have to hang out with her you know. rosie and gemma are nice. and..."

"no i mean, tonight" gigi says, crying. she rolls over and puts her head in her pillow. "i'm supposed to be having a sleepover. and the girls are all at nana's or george's now. and i'm going to be alone."

she wails. matty puts his hand on her back.

"baby you're never alone. you've got me."

he goes downstairs to update you, while gigi cries, and you book cinema tickets and a reservation at pizza express and you send her the confirmation emails over text. you wait to hear the music go off and the door crack open and then she appears, not really saying anything, and you ask, "you ready?"

"mum and gigi and dad's night of fun!" matty says.

"i look like a mess," gigi says. so you take her upstairs and wipe her face with a hot towel and then put some make up on her and some cute slides in her hair. she picks an outfit and she looks perfect, matty thinks, halfway between an adult and a little girl, which is what she is, and that's fine, no matter what fucking little shits at her school think.

you all go and get pizza and gigi laughs as matty curls spaghetti into his mouth from above it and rolls her eyes. you sip coke and share popcorn in the cinema, gigi wedged between you, watching a PG13.

when you get home, matty makes a fort in the living room with loads of pillows and fairy lights, and you watch another movie on the telly, while you paint gigi's nails and then she paints yours and matty's. you dont mention her sisters the entire night. or her friends. it's just the three of you.

at the end of the movie you lie back in the fort and look up at the fairy lights.

"thanks," gigi says, "you're my best friends really."

she then tells matty to get a grip when he tears up about this.

"these lights remind me of when i had those stars in my room. i took them down because claire thought they were for babies. stupid right?" she chuckles. then "i wish i still had them."

that's what you do until bedtime, the three of you, standing on gigi's bed, listening to taylor swift and fixing the glow in the dark stars to the marks in the ceiling, finding the right one to the right mark like a jigsaw. after, you all climb under gigi's duvet, and fall asleep, tucked up together, with the stars looking down over all three of you.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #dad!matty

102 notes · View notes

yoodokjas · 6 months

Note

if you could, would you have wanted for 0!yjh to meet dkos even just for a short nice moment (besides the canon one at the very end)? even if he would forget about it all in the end? vahdhv jgdjk how would that even go in your head 🤣

though i know he didnt suffer the way 41!yjh did it'd be so funny to see his reaction since 41 had such a.. memorable one XD i love them dearly. i want them to lose their shit and be down bad for a man they never met lol 41 had not even had an inkling of kdj's existence before yet fainted at what. happiness?? lol. and imagining 0 who knows kdj and has been getting help from dkos seeing his face and talking to him makes me scream

oh. ohhh man yeah ive thought about it although very briefly cuz with the way the 0 storyline is structured leaves a lot of room for imagination but also makes it clear that kdj cannot descend. but let's just say it's not the case, how it would go. maybe they'd meet during constellation banquet. yjh would be invited as seoul's representative, although he has (maybe) no story to inherit and no regression restrains at the time.

in walks kdj. yjh notices. hes rather young and much inexperienced, not exactly hardened by regression depression and still has that light-in-his-eyes so to speak. for yjh I'd say the first meeting would be bordering cute-awkward angle. this is still the guy who was paying for their private midday tryst all the time btw (yes. even during 0th turn) surely there must've been a few dms outside the context of scenario revelations that the two of them shared

for kdj, on the other hand, he'd feel probably sad, maybe even silently cry a little. he misses his own yjh and his own companions too. while 49 was busy having existential dread, 51 was having the time of his life with 0 after all. he succeeded in making him happy regardless where that happiness lead him.

gonna be talking abt side story now

oh 41yjh is still so... the human personification of "the tip of the iceberg" we know nothing about that guy. kdj knows nothing about him. hsy has no idea who he is. kdjs narration about him is both at fault and not at fault at the same time. cuz the og 41st turn isnt even written in twsa to begin with. nor is the 40th turn written either. kdj saw the one short paragraph of 41yjh shutting off his heart during that turn and using his companions for his benefit and ran with it and you cant even blame him cuz thats the only thing tls123 wrote of that turn. hsy mentions at some point during the epilogue that she and yjh (1863rd turn) did talk about events of his past regressions so twsa is not all "hsy's imagination" and yjh also mentions to biyoo that he doesnt remember the 41st turn so what if it was 1863yjh the one who told hsy that exact paragraph?? thoughts like these keep me up at night

and contrary to kdj's narration and lhh's fears, 41 isnt actually a monstrous existence. he cares for people and helps them. he loves people and people love him in return just as much. he is confused this time around though I'll give him that much. there are strange people around him. people who know him and the scenarios. people who keep mentioning this guy named kim dokja so much even he gets curious about him. most importantly his "archenemy" of the previous round is *gasps* not evil anymore. he knows something is going on just is far away from finding out what exactly.

#ask #orv #yoo joonghyuk #41 is still a rude rude man but that's his charm and i find it extremely endearing #i bet kdj does too #and lhh #he has way too many things going on rn but I'm hoping that s3 of the side story will be a little calmer for them #also fearing for lhh's life as we speak cuz he used 41yjh as a meat shield and caused him to faint lmao #i assume that will be the equivalent of joongdok's “i will return the hit you gave me”#joongdok #kim dokja #lee hakhyun

27 notes · View notes

albedosarmpit · 1 year

Text

Albedos Monsterfuckery rant

TW/ monsterfucking (Hillichurls, whopperflowers, slimes mentioned)

mostly just me ranting about Albedo i am kind of ashamed but yeah

Albedo 100% has tried something to whatever he can find, hes dangerously curious to the point he wants to know just how many rounds a hillichurl can take before its too much for them, he lures things and keeps them as experiments, seeing what does it for them

Albedo first experimented with Slimes by using them as fuck toys but that got old for him pretty quickly as he needed more and the first thought was luring a hillichurl and experimenting on it but that didnt go to plan and he got fucked and used, left to lay, covered in their cum right by the frostbearing tree, barely able to move back to his camp due to the pain, he couldnt help but be turned on by it either way, sure it didnt go as planned but he still learnt about their bodies.

Albedo keeps a secret drawer with a lock that is filled to the brim of notebooks about how Hillichurls, Slimes, Whooperflowers all breed and react to his body, he has also noted down how his own body reacts to their simulation (Mostly how his skin looks, how much he can take before he cant move, how long all of them last and ect) he keeps it locked because he doesnt dare let sucrose see these.

(wrote this because bored and stuff im sorry)

#albedo smut #monster fucker #tw monsterfucking #genshin smut #albedo headcanons

146 notes · View notes

realcatalina · 2 months

Text

William Carey and Mary Boleyn

Per your request this post is dedicated to portraits of Mary Boleyn and her husband William Carey. And first thing you must be aware is that neither this portrait of William nor any of many versions of portraits of Mary are originals.

Large ovals nor large round portraits werent around in Tudor times. (Round miniatures existed.)

And Mary even as sister to the Queen never had status of royalty and wasnt supposed to wear ermine(parliamentary robes were exception). That is definitely alteration, yet it is in every single version of her portrait i know of.

I couldn't track down her original, but i found photo of William's. In which he wears lynx fur, not ermine. Much more apropriate for his status, and very often confused by people for ermine.

And it clearly says 1526, not 1528 as the copy of his portrait on wikipedia. And states he was 30 at the time, thus he was born in either 1496, or 1495. His outfit is very interesting, and i bet most you werent aware how elaborate some Tudor male outfits might be.

If colours in copies are to be trusted, the part with lines is from cloth of gold(which in lesser amount nobles were allowed to wear), combined with cloth of silver or shiny grey silk. Personally i am inclined to say silk, because it doesnt give metalic wibe.

This is 100% not Holbein's work(copy is said to be after Holbein), but possibly by artist which also painted this portrait of Henry VIII.

I have speculated it might be late workshop of Meynnart Wewyck. If it turned out to be true, then William's portrait would be proof the workshop was still around after 1525, when Wewyck disappears from records.But you know, Holbein's workshop was around for short while after his death also.

Only other painter which we know worked in England at the time is elusive Master of Brandon portrait(portraits by him bellow) in his work we see similiar basic shape of male fashion, yet nothing as elaborate, nor consistent with style of artist which painted Wiliam Carey.

Mary's portrait has at least 7 versions, not discovered by me but found by katherinethequeen.com.

Hever Castle,Warwick Castle, Holyrood Palace-Royal Collection Trust, Private Collection, Rockingham Castle, The Lord Wharton+ two more round versions.

But i want to share my observations upon them.

I have seen many copies of different portraits, and i find it very disturbing how similiar to each other they are.

Naturally across centuries copies are created by different artists, and they all put their own mark upon it...and over time the some versions become unrecognizable from original.

Here most of them are carbon copies of each other. So much so, it wouldnt surprise me if majority were mass produced by same artist, or same workshop.

Royal Collection Trust has most information about their version. Stating Portrait of a Lady called Mary Boleyn, Lady Stafford (c.1499-1543) is from c. 1630-70, and it is atributed to Remigius van Leemput (d. 1675). He was both painter and art dealer.

You might for example know his copy of Whitehall Mural:

And observant person might notice some similiarities...between Jane Seymour in Whitehall Mural and alleged portrait of Mary.

I mean, if i just did few changes. It would become disturbing.

I am not sure of course, but I wanted to make you aware...it is possibility. Wouldnt even require that much effort on part of artist.

In 17th century the public interest in old art was big, especially for portraits of royalty or important figures from history. And sometimes art dealers created the 'new originals'(fakes), by getting inspired by existing art...and adjusting some details.

If it is a 17th century fake...then Jane Seymour is not the sole inspiration, another painting would account for rest of the details.

The artist had access to royal collection and other places, in 17th century most of Tudor portraits were still instact. It wouldnt be that hard for him to copy it. With only the size of medal being bit unsual, but not impossible. Ok, gable hood missing the paste ends-but it is missing from almost every copy.

Foliage pinned to medal is very accurate but often overlooked detail, found among Holbeins sketches, and some of his work. Maybe lynx was changed to ermine.

But overall this is historically accurate outfit, consistent with Mary's lifetime. So yes, it can still be her. I cannot rule it out.

But equally so it could be somebody else. Identification of Tudor portraits(or their coppies) originating in 17th century is totally unrealiable! By that point most misidentification already occured! By 1590s it was confusion all around, some even before.

(Of course we cannot rule out 17th century identification was based upon earlier identification, but that is hard to prove without the original.)

I also have to emphasize it is not match to her husband's portrait. Lynx vs ermine, could be minor alteration. But this is not gable hood consistent with 1526.

I don't know where they got idea the fashion within Mary's portrait fits c.1535 specifically, when this gable hood was around for more than ten years! (Since late 1520s to late 1530s/early 1540s. This shape of gown also, was around for very long time!)

So what shape of gable hood would be matching William?

These two or in between:

On left c.1525, on right c.1526.

Both veils still down and split, very long ends of paste.

Now, she doesnt necessarily have to had portrait done at same time as her first husband. But William Carey was noted as art-collector, who is said to even introduce Lucas Horenbout to court.

Thus we would expect this lover of art to have portrait of his wife made alongside his own. Carey's love of everything good was however also bad thing because when he died in 1528, he left behind great debt and Mary even pawned her own jewellry. Thus chances that portraits he owned stayed within the family are not so great. But perhaps the portraits simply went their separate way.

If we could find portraits of same artistic style, of woman, maybe we would find Mary. In England matching portraits of husband and wives were a thing. Plenty of portraits you know are actually pair, from royalty:

to much humbler pairs:

(Occasionally you find some which seem as pair at first and then you find out his wife was at least 20 years older than woman you see in the portrait...it is just inscription made by same person/artist within same year.)

But it would be greatly helpful, before we even start searching for Mary's matching portrait, to find William's original.

Isssue is, I lost it. I once found the photo of original on wikipedia and i am not sure if i saved it wrongly, or if it was time when my computer crashed and i lost all my saves. It has been several years, thus my memory of it is not great.

However, i was unable to find it again, search engine cant find him.

I vaguely recall i was going through some collection on wikipedia, lots of black and white photos. Maybe to do with art lost during WW1 and WW2? And i am not sure if back then that painting was labelled as him, nor if it was collection within UK or elsewhere. But it was recognizably this same original painting.

And it annoys me so much that i cant find it again. And we need to track down its location, and provenance, etc, to have clues as where Mary might went. And let us hope it also has coat of arms, date and age. That would be so amazing! To figure out who was the older sister.

Thus my question is: Does anybody know how to reverse search image on wikipedia?

Normal reseverse search engine come blank when it comes to any findings on wikipedia.

I hope this was of some interest to you, and let me know what you think.

#historical portraits #tudor history #mary boleyn #william carey

18 notes · View notes

rand0mfangurlstuff · 16 days

Text

Sing Yourself to Sleep - Bucky x Y/N - Part Five - You Right

Thank you so much to everyone who is enjoying this series so far. I'm really enjoying combining my love for writing with my love for music.

I want to preface this by saying I do not condone cheating in any form. This is purely for entertainment. Cheating is always wrong especially when the person doing the cheating is married to a genuinely nice person. Obviously, nothing in my story is based on the real life people and I have no idea what Colonel Clarke was like in real life. In my story however, he is a nice guy and a good husband, a bit stuffy and boring maybe, but he is a nice guy. He doesnt deserve to be cheated on. But the heart wants what it wants and Y/N wants Bucky!

Anyway, this part is a little steamy, theres a lot of kissing, heavy petting and other things. Based somewhat on You Right by The Weeknd and Doja Cat. Previous Part Here

They were moths to each other's ever growing flames. They couldn't get enough of each other. Like addicts begging for even the smallest hit, they begged for eachothers touch in even the smallest of ways. Their shoulders would brush as they would pass by each other in even the widest of hallways. Fingers touching longer than necessary when one would pass something to the other.

The only time they could openly touch each other was when they were dancing at the officers club. Colonel Clarke was delighted to have Bucky dance with his wife, leaving him to smoke cigars with some of the older officers. But inbetween dances she would still glance back to the Colonel, checking on him like a good wife. It drove Bucky insane. He wished the Colonel would go to his quarters and leave him and Y/N alone. He knew it was wrong, she was someone elses girl. But he knew she should be his girl. Their chemistry was too strong to deny.

Y/N felt awful. Everytime she looked at her husband she felt guilty and sad. She knew he didnt deserve this betrayal. She tried to break it off with Bucky serveral times but each time he just had to look at her with those eyes and she melted. He was far too good at knowing what to say and do to get her thoughts of ending things to vanish. Such is what happened last week after the party at the officers club.

They were the last to leave the club, having to be forced out by the staff. Bucky had his arm around her waist. She was headed in the direction of her quarters, when he pulled her round to the side of the building. Suddenly his lips were on hers. 'I've wanted to do that all night.' he said as he broke the kiss, forehead against hers. 'Bucky someone could see us!' she looked around rappidly. 'Everyones gone to bed doll. It's just you and me.' He kissed her again, she kissed him back. It quickly deepend into an intense, hungry kiss. Like all their kisses did. His hand moved to her breast, the other to her rear. He pulled her closer to him and she could feel how turned on he was. He moved to kiss her neck and she let out a moan. 'Oh Bucky, we have to stop.' she half moaned. He mouth said no, but the way she was grinding herself against his thigh said otherwise. 'I can't help it, I want you.' 'But.. Bert- Albert might be waiting for me.'

Bucky stopped cold. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of her husband. He felt bad, he really did. But he couldn't help how he felt about her. And yes, he did have real feelings for her. It wasn't just physical, though he was yet to tell her that. 'Your gonna be the death of me.' he said into her neck. 'I'm sorry, I'm worried if I'm not back soon he might come looking. We really need to stop this. It's not right.' Bucky lifted his head to look at her, he caressed her cheek. 'I know doll, I don't feel great about it either. But it's also not right to deny ourselves happiness in times like these. There's a war you know.' he said with a smirk. She was powerless to the smile that spread across her face. 'Stop talking nonsense and kiss me.' she said.

Every day he found a reason to for them to be alone together. Yesterday he had used the excuse of helping her 'taste test' a cake for one of the mens birthdays to get her alone in the kitchen. He tasted more than just cake.

She was sitting on the edge of the counter. Her thighs either side of Bucky's head. He licked at her folds in the most sensual way. One hand wrapped around her thigh while the other played with her most sensitive area. She was gasping for air, her pleasure taking over her. She was close. She bit on her hand to stiffle her screams of pleasure as his tongue went deeper inside her. When she came, she came hard. Like a damn breaking and an river crashing through her. She fell back to lie on the counter top. When Bucky was satisfied that he had truly worn her out, he moved up her body to kiss her, she could taste herself on his lips. 'That was...wow.' she said, still trying to catch her breath. 'You are wow.' he said as he kissed the top of her breasts peeking out from her blouse. It was then that they heard the door of the main building opening. They both jumped away from each other, Y/N fixing her hair and fixing her clothes. Bucky readjusted his trousers in an attempt to hid his buldge.

Charlie, one of the cooks, walked through the door. 'Oh hello Y/N, Major Egan. How are you both today?' He said while putting on his apron. Y/N hoped her blush wasnt as bad as it felt. Before she could answer, Bucky stepped in. 'Hey Charlie boy! Settle a depate for us, which is better? Plain vanilla or rich chocolate?' Bucky gave a sly wink to Y/N, letting her know they he was not just talking about frosting. 'Uh, I like anything really, but chocolates nice.' Bucky patted him on the shoulder 'See Charlie knows that chocolate will always win.' With that he dipped his finger into the frosting and put on a big show of seductively licking it off. With that he gave her another wink and walked out the door.

Now she found herself in a supply closet, standing on one leg with her other wrapped around Bucky's waist as he trust inside her. It wasn't the most romantic situation, but neither one of them could say they were trying to make love to one another. This was sex. She would have preferred sex in a bed, less chance of bumping into things or getting a cramp in her leg. But this was all they could do, a few stolen moments in a closet. Bucky's thrusts became erratic, he was close. He kissed and nipped at her neck just below her ear, and his hand reached down to where they were joined. 'Come with me baby.' he whispered in her ear. A few more strokes and some rubbing of her sensitive nerves and she was falling over the edge with him. She felt him come inside her, her walls twitching around him. Both breathless, foreheads touching, the dim light of the small room made it hard for them to see each other. But she could feel the smile on his face as he kissed her. 'I love it when you do that.' He said between soft kisses. 'Do what?' 'Let yourself go. Let yourself go over the edge with me.' She smiled, a teasing tone to her voice, 'You don't live me much of a choice, hard not to let go when you touch me like that. I never-' she stopped herself. Knowing she should not say what she was about to say. 'Never what?' 'Nothing.' she said, hoping to distract him with more kissing. He knew what she was thinking though. 'He doesn't make you come like I do?' he said smirking. He loved the fact that he could make her feel things her husband couldnt. 'A woman like you should be made to feel that good every day, several times a day.' He started kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear again. It wasn't that Albert wasnt good in bed, it was nice. It didn't happen as often these days, but when it did it was nice. It just wasnt as good as sex with Bucky. She realised they had been in this closet for far too long, and anyone could see. 'We need to get out of here. I'll go, wait ten minutes and then leave. We can't ben seen coming out of a closet together.' 'Only if a get another kiss.' She took his face in her hands and kissed him with all her might, knocking the air out of him. 'There you go. Remember, wait ten minutes.'

Y/N left, making sure to put as much distance between her and the closet as fast as possible. Bucky checked his watch and exactly eleven minutes later we walked out of the closet. Where Gale 'Buck' Cleven stood waiting for him. His sudden appearance made Bucky jump. 'Jesus! Buck you trying to give me a heart attack?' 'No, but you clearly have a death wish.' Buck replied.

#masters of the air #callum turner #john bucky egan #john egan #mota #john egan x reader #masters of the air fan fiction #masters of the air fanfic

13 notes · View notes

finniestoncrane · 1 year

Note

(Please do this request when youre ready and relaxed enough for it ♡ i know you get a million of these and i dont wanna put pressure on you for thus ;w; )

I always loved the idea of soft arkham knight scarecrow. Mans always working himself and doesnt want to take time off for himself, but sees y/n(or reader really) inna soft type of way. Of course hes an ass or just mean sometimes, but those tender moments? Just jon gazing (or just staring holes) into his lovers eyes and promise hell burn the world for them, these tend to come out during sex or when hes beat tired.

Maybe something like jon hurting himself, and at first hes defensive and pushing away, til reader finally tells him he needs help with that atleast, so he allows it and it turns to a soft moment with kissss and gentle words qwq ❤🥺

Just,, soft jon is my fave, even if its little to none

Again!! Pls dont rush this and make sure youre in a good mental spot to do this ❤ i dont wish to stress you out with more request Q-Q

Tender

Arkham!Scarecrow x GN!Reader, word count: 500 as if i needed tender by blur to carry more emotional weight, but anyway i love soft jon, i love boys who are the masters of fear because underneath they're just very scared 🧡🎃 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: injury, blood, kissing

From the other side of the makeshift ‘lab’ you heard the gentle tinkling of smashed glass hitting the floor, turning quickly to find Jonathan kneeling, balanced on his weaker leg, lifting the pieces from the ground.

“Do you need help?”

“Perfectly capable, thank you.”

You approached him anyway, slowly, quietly, until you noticed that one of the shards had cut his thumb which was now bleeding profusely, droplets spilling onto the floor, mixing with the orange liquid that oozed into the cracks in the tiles.

“Oh no, you dropped a vial of the toxin?”

“Plenty more.”

“Your thumb, Jon…”

“Also fine.”

“But, the wound is open and the toxin-”

“It doesn’t have any effect on me anymore.”

He was indeed immune to the effects, either inherently or through years of exposure, but it was the blood that caused you concern.

“You’re bleeding though. A lot. Let me clean it up for you, please.”

Placing gloves over your hands, you cleaned up the wound, making sure there was no glass left embedded into his cracked, filthy finger. It was deep enough to warrant a couple of stitches, something Jonathan was more than happy to allow you to do for him.

“This might sting.”

“I’m very used to this specific pain.”

You tried to smile at the humour, dark as it was, but you knew it came from a place of genuine hurt. As you watched him surreptitiously out of the corner of your eye, he yawned, and you felt something invisible but strong tugging at your heart.

“You know, Jon… you should get some sleep. You don’t need to do everything alone, or be awake when I’m awake. There’s no need to be a martyr to the cause.”

He looked at himself in the dull reflection of the metal table.

“I’m afraid I already am.”

Bypassing the social conventions set in place by the nature of your working relationship, you took his cheek in your hand, turning him to face you, offering him a smile, his cold skin warming under your palm quickly.

As you only just grew accustomed to the fact that he had allowed such a close, intimate gesture to go unchecked, you were quickly taken aback as he leaned in, grabbing your face, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss took your breath away, how surprisingly tender it was, the feeling behind it. A drop of passion, a hint of desperation, vulnerability. And when your lips had parted, he remained close, stopping for a moment to catch his breath with his forehead against yours.

And when you had prepared yourself for the sweet moment to end, he quickly turned his head, a kiss on your cheek, the side of your neck, round to the front as his hands found your thighs, clawing at them. You inhaled sharply, tossing your head back to allow him more room to explore you, but he was done. It was over.

He pulled away, uttering a soft thank you before returning to the work bench. Tender, sweet, healing. You hoped he would remember the gesture, and the unspoken commitment to providing him with more when needed.

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #scarecrow #jonathan crane #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #rogues gallery #batman rogues #scarecrow x you

117 notes · View notes

sanajeh1909 · 8 months

Text

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader Word Count : 1709 Warnings : Violence, Flirting, Romantic Tension, Mild Sexual Content (it gets suggestive on some parts i think), Mission Scenario, Slow Burn (?) POV : 3rd Person One Shot A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. Gif doesnt belong to me. I tried my best and i had hard time to think response to every flirty sentence. Yellow is for Chamber, Blue is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it. ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ ✧༺♥༻∞ Bullets were buzzing from above. Agents has taken cover. The mission was to get the new member of the Protocol, but enemy wasnt backing down. You had taken cover on backsite. The enemy were pushing on the site with all their utilities. There he was, Chamber, on heaven. He was so charismatic, suave, nonchalant, smug comedy. Its the type of guy you would want to flirt shamelessly. The battlefield, all the chaos didnt stop you two from flirting with each other when worked together.

As you both traded playful jabs and flirted with one another, the two maintained their professionalism and skill. Their abilities weren't hindered even by the distractions. Chamber smirked when he landed the first kill, the winning shot. He turned to his partner. I could get very used to working with you. He looked his partner up and down, grinning. You wouldn't be a bad looking trophy either. He raised an eyebrow seductively.

Be careful, the trophy bites. You speak playfully with narrowed eyes and small teasing smirk on your lips.

I'm a good tamer, just for you. He gave you a wink and a charming smirk. You turn your head and you raise both of your eyebrows in both awe and confusion. Wow. He left you speechless.

Just a warning. His voice is a little softer than normal, as he jumped down from heaven to come closer to you. I'd kiss you, if it wouldn't leave me open for a headshot. He whispers teasingly into your ear, giving you the briefest graze with his lips.

You take his collar between your two fingers and you graze it slowly. You have to learn how to be patient, then. You get your rifle and shoot to the B-Long.

I'm patient, just not when it comes to you, baby. He walks next to you as you shoot into the B site. He flashes you another wink. You'll get your kiss, just wait and see. I dont remember asking for a kiss. You smirk at him teasingly. He looks at the round timer, noticing it's nearing 1:30. We should push, you know. You look at the enemy and answer. Yes, lets push.

You don't ask for a kiss. You demand one. Chamber smirked back, shooting two enemies as they peeked their heads into the site. You'll get yours, just watch. He flashes another wink, and peeks into the site, shooting some more.

Oh, dominant woman is your type? You ask teasingly as you peek and get one kill with your Spectre.

Who doesn't want a beautiful woman in charge of them? He smirks as he peeks into the site, landing four consecutive shots from his Operator. Let's hope you can handle a man with strong convictions. He winks teasingly at you, reloading while he can cover your flank.

You smirk at him widely with teasing demeanor. A little challenge is never bad. I know how to handle my man. Your tone drops a little bit as you speak teasingly.

I hope, for your sake, you can handle my convictions. He finishes reloading his Operator. He walks over to you and stands next to you, his smirk widening a bit. I'm a man with, very… firm… beliefs. His voice is raspy and sultry, like velvet.

Im intrigued to know what are your firm beliefs. You speak playfully as you peek to elbow.

I like to take control, and I like to be dominant. His smirk continues. He switches to a Sheriff shot, clearing the an enemy on elbow. But I'd prefer it if you fight against my dominance with your strength. I'd like an equal, not a submissive. It's much more interesting that way. He shoots another two enemies, then takes cover.

Hmmm, you are up for some challenge, i see. You smirk at him, then you peek flank to check for enemies.

I love a woman that can fight back. He smirks. There's something really hot about a woman who can hold her own. He shoots with Sheriff more, then takes cover again. He switches back to his Operator.

I will keep you on your toes. You smirk at him playfully, your tone is teasing.

I wouldn't want you any other way. He's still looking at you, his smirk growing even wider as he makes his way to the middle of the site. He's standing behind the spike, looking at you. He looks you up and down. His look changes from a devilish smile to a more serious, slightly flirtatious expression. He runs his eyes up and down you again. His voice is a little bit lower. What's your name, beauty? He asks you, softly, like he's whispering seductively in a restaurant booth.

Your worst crush, dear. You speak velvet-like voice in low tone, smirking playfully. Your tone drops to seductive one. The answer you gave testing his patience.

What a naughty, little brat. He responds in a deeper voice, almost a purr. You've got a name that's sweeter than that, though. He leans closer, his eyes still on you. Why don't you tell me your name, darling? Don't make me ask again. His tone is still playful, but with a dominant undertone.

You take his chin between your fingers and lean towards him. There is inches between your faces. You can learn my name on your own, darling. You chuckle teasingly, then you crouch down to defuse the spike as he protects you from attacks coming B-Long.

Oh, I will. I always do. He smirks. His eyes look deep into yours. What if I'm impatient, though? His eyes shift to your lips briefly, then back to yours. He winks teasingly, covering you while you defuse.

Oh, you will be patient. You smirk at his way as you stick to defusing.

Oh yeah? I don't like being told what to do. He says it teasingly, his smirk only getting wider. Maybe you should make me, sweetheart. He whispers teasingly. His voice is raspy, a little husky. It's hot. He's clearly enjoying this.

Dont doubt about it~ You sing the words out playfully and your tone has dropped a bit. Then you finish defusing the spike. The mission is successful.

A little too cocky for my like, sweetheart. But I love it. He smirks, walking up to you and leaning against the wall, crossing his arms and looking at you. He's still enjoying this, but there's a bit of seriousness to him too. What's your name, darling? He asks again, still speaking with his soft, raspy and sultry voice that's full of seduction.

You walk in front of him, your hips sways as you walk. You stand in front of him and you touch his tie with your fingertips, then you pull him down slightly. There is little distance between your faces. You smirk at him playfully. You raise your chin up a bit. Sultan, your queen. Oh, you little… He's silent for a few seconds, his face getting completely red. He's enjoying that, however. What does he do now, though…? He's enjoying her flirtation and teasing. He's playing along with it. Does he call her a nickname? No. He can do better. I'll call you my Sultana, sweetheart. He smiles widely, enjoying the interaction. His tone is seductive, raspy, but still playful. I'll keep your name to myself, for now. You chuckle deeply, playfully, as if mocking him. You let go of his tie and straighten yourself. He stands back up straight. as you let go of his tie. You turn back and walk to the Vulture where KAYO landed it.

You're gonna tease me the whole mission, aren't you? He watches you get closer to the Vulture and he follows you. He puts his hands in his pockets. You're a very naughty girl. His tone is like that of an older man admiring a younger woman, flirting with her, seducing her. He's enjoying himself and he'll make sure you know that. He doesn't leave your side, and stays close to you, looking at you.

You grin widely, giving him side eye. Then you turn to your front and walk to the Vulture in front of him. The mission ended successfully and now we all are retreating to headquarters.

You should be careful, sweetpea. His tone is gentle, his eyes and his body language are very inviting. I might just end up liking you a lot, and that would be a disaster. For the both of us. He chuckles softly, his eyes shifting from yours to your hips, and back. It wouldn't be good to like you, though. So, be careful. He gives you another playful wink, then he looks at you head to toe. His face drops and now he's more serious. There is something I have to say, however. You stop on your tracks and turn back to him. The playful smirk on your face remains with a raised eyebrow. You are amused, the entertaintment you got from the flirting and teasing back and forth satisfied you more than you expected. You tilt your head slightly as you wait for him to speak.

He stops in front of you, looking down at you intensely. The flirtatious back and forth between us just now? That was nice. I liked it. He looks at you, his voice dropping a little bit lower. He raises a hand out to your chin and strokes it, his thumb gently brushing over your chin slightly. But I have a strict policy. No office romance. He gives you another soft, sultry grin. This has to be professional, or else it ends here. He lowers his hand, placing it back in his pocket, looking ahead. He's waiting for you to speak.

Ah, darling~ Did you really think that i would lose my professionality? You chuckle softly, you were playing with him. You really dont know me so well. You smirk playfully then turn back with smooth movement. You walk back to Vulture as you wave your hand on air to him without turning back. Oh, I would never doubt your professionalism, sweetheart… He watches you walk away. Your hips sway seductively again. He's enjoying this little bit of banter. The flirting, the tease, the challenge… it's fun. You're fun. He looks at you while he watches you walk away before he follows behind.

#valorant vincent fabron #valorant fanfiction #valorant chamber #valorant chamber x reader #valorant x reader #vincent fabron #chamber valorant #chamber #chamber x reader

40 notes · View notes

coldresolve · 3 months

Note

A huge part of the whump being torture apologia discussion comes from the fact that people exoticize torture. It's foreign. It's something you see in spy movies and read about in thrillers. It's a pain that most people can safely distance themselves from in order to experience emotional catharsis or simple enjoyment. The thing is, some people don't get to have that distance.

It's hard for me to describe the sheer grief that comes with it all. I know a man who was tortured in prison. People who faced abuse from family so severe that it amounted to torture. Someone whose torture was to watch their friends be deliberately hurt. I wish whump writers could learn to have compassion for these people as well, even if their lived experiences are not exceptionally common or openly spoken about.

If an author portrays domestic abuse in their writing, it's generally considered necessary and responsible for them to either write the abuse in a realistic way or to state outside their writing that their portrayal of this very real issue is unrealistic. This respects people's lived experiences with abuse and prevents creating a culture of normalizing and glorifying abusive behavior.

It's most definitely not too much to ask of whump writers to uphold those same standards when writing about torture.

you have no idea how nice it is to get someone well spoken and well thought out in my inbox every once in a while. uh im on like hr 30 of being awake and kinda struggling piecing my thoughts together right now, so forgive me if i dont make a lot of sense, but i wanna say sth

the tone of your ask for some reason really hit a nerve for me. like getting slapped in the face, kind of. i think its the fact you come across really compassionate and just. calm, thoughtful in this. kinda puts my approach into perspective lol

i think im just angry about this topic. like ive got a passion for wanting to get it right, but its driven by anger and frustration. having ppl nitpick the fuck out of everything i say instead of actually having the sorts of conversations that should be had about the topic. i know me being angry edgy tantrum controversial oh whats he gonna say now guy and all that, turns people away from listening to me but i dont know how else to approach it sometimes, i don't want to make excuses for people who i feel should know better. i dont have that kind of patience i guess, at least not right now

i think that anger is like a manifestation, symptom. im angry about the people this happens to, and how catastrophic it is. angry at the people who let it happen. the systems that are built around it. people don't see how systemic torture can be. im angry that the fucking war on terror media frenzy was so effective, because your average person still fucking believes in all the bullshit. or the idea of torture survivors being "broken" like its a personal failure, like its the result of their own shortcomings when they're some of the strongest people you can meet. just all these unfair ideas about it that are everywhere. and people still somehow find it necessary to keep spreading those ideas, even if they know theyre wrong. when it doesnt add anything of value, youre not saying anything about it, youre not actually adding something to the conversation by going along with the bullshit, youre literally just entertaining yourself

i dont know how to not be angry about it, i think. thats the growth goal for me i guess, cause i know this isnt the sorta thing thats gonna fix itself tomorrow. and i dunno your ask just made me think about that, like how i handle this on a personal level. and i think itd be healthy for me to step away from the discussion for a couple days at least and just. accept that i tried to reach people this round, maybe it didnt really work, thats fine, ill try again some other time. also i am writing all this very slowly cause my skull is kinda collapsing in on itself so to speak and maybe that has something to do with me being sorta hopelessly frustrated lmfao. apologies

#asks

13 notes · View notes

weebsinstash · 1 year

Note

HONESTLY just male concubine being obsessed with Empress gives me life. Like he takes one look at her wardrobe and hires a seamstress so they can coordinate matching outfits, he escorts her by the arm wherever she goes when the Emperor isnt around to do it himself, wants to take fancy baths together, brushes her hair, likes to have sleepovers... And the Emperor is like See?? Why would you treat him so coldly leaving him in the rain like that, he absolutely adores you >:( oh he punished a servant? He must have had a good reason, he only has your the Empress best interest in mind.

OOOH BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE. Like yk how in some manhwa concubines can be given as gifts to establish good diplomatic relationships? Imagine if a foreign sovereign sent a male concubine but for the Empress. And like. Its not like they can straight up refuse the gift, because that would be seen as extremely rude/hostile, but it is clear that as soon as they come in with a handsome dude saying he is for the Empress the temperature in the room just DROPS. Male concubine literally goes from 😊 to 🙂 to 😐 and the Emperor is FUMING on the inside. Ofc they accept the gift and the new concubine is put in the Empress palace, but now Male Concubine needs to think of a way to solidify his position (ummm.... baby?) without being found out by the Empress, cause he would hate if she got angry at him again, and just turns into even more of a menace along with the Emperor who all of a sudden has time to visit the Empress every single day and night.

And imagine if the new concubine is just an overall sweet guy :( like maybe the Empress doesnt necessarily like him in a romantic way, but he is a breath fresh of air as she can feel at ease with him, laugh with him, etc. Oh that would drive them insane.

I meant to swing back to this ask much sooner because it has such supreme drama potential 🤌 because really, I'm starting to wonder if I feed off of the satirical toxic energy lmao (also this ask can refer to the Saintess Reader/Emperor scenario with or without specific characters but I answered this as the bakugou/izuku thing people have been sending asks in for out of habit

So what I've considered before is, is, having our gifted male concubine be either from a specific culture or be practicing a certain religion where he holds the Reader who is the Saintess in extremely high regard if not an outright holy figure, like Reader is basically the Pope except you know she can actually perform miracles. He's essentially devoted his life to the concept of serving the Saintess in every way possible that his body has to offer ( 😏 ) and considers it his duty. And to round out our main protag trio I thought, it would be pretty appropriate to have this concubine be Shoto (can literally never remember if it's Shoto vs Shouto vs Shōto). Maybe Shoto even has extra privileges or protections: perhaps he's not just a gift from the ruler or leader of the land he hails from, perhaps he's even a prince, making him even more immune to any potential threats or dangers

I just imagine Bakugou being initially dismissive, kind of laughing at the concept. A man to be akin to a handmaid to his Empress? He might as well be a lowly slave, or a dog. I wonder if he'd be so full of himself that he doesn't even consider Shoto any sort of threat until a certain lil marimo boy is whispering paranoid suggestions in his ear

Really though, the drama would be absolutely dripping from Izuku and Shoto, because you have an obsessive clingy needy dweeb who wants to devote himself to you vs someone ALSO in his own way much more subtly obsessive and clingy and devoted to you AS A LIFESTYLE. I can just picture so many different scenarios where the two of them go head to head. Like, can you imagine that Shoto notices you're looking stressed and tired, and he encourages, no, insists that you lie down and take a rest, and who else but the green embodiment of so many of your troubles is trying to barge into your palace right after you've finally fallen asleep? You wake up to the pair of them basically trying to slug each other out in the courtyard because Izuku refuses to leave and Todoroki refuses to let him inside

Then there's the added drama of "is Reader or isn't she allowed to sleep with him?" Or if they decide to risk it for love or lust or what 👀 you're just all extremely stressed and bent out of shape and Shoto consoles you, and he sees you and hears you and you feel so understood and he comforts you, and you start feeling like he's literally the only person in this awful country you can trust. I can only IMAGINE the chaos if, even if Reader was allowed to have "connections", if Reader sleeps with Shoto and Izuku finds out, full on barging into your bedroom to find the two of you naked if not still in the middle of the act outright. Izuku just rushing to the Emperor in tears because, it's terrible, you'll never believe it, he can't even believe someone would do something so terrible as to DEFILE you (even if he wants Bakugou to do the same and also maybe himself as well), can't you do something Katsuki, Shoto is DIRTY and WRETCHED and he will TAINT YOUR HONOR obviously

It really has it all. You've got the potential angst for Bakugo just outright having Shoto executed (maybe he's perfectly innocent and just a good friend, maybe he's another yandere), you've got Izuku and Shoto being catty and trying to backstab each other and get the other in trouble, you've got drama between Reader and Bakugou as an arranged marriage couple/"I actually do love you but I'm emotionally constipated and fucked up and can't communicate without being a raging prick"

Deadass, I bet Bakugou goes from maybe seeing you once or twice a week to, once Shoto is in your palace, every single day if not multiple times a day. Obviously he has to keep an eye open in case that stupid monk tries anything with you or tries to trick you into something. You're so soft hearted and nice and stupidly naive that of course you need someone rough like him to balance you out and keep you on track (or so he rationalizes). This is just... a temporary setback! Clearly you love him, and you're HIS wife, no one else's. You're just being a brat and throwing a tantrum for some reason he hasn't figured out yet, but he'll sort this out and get you back on his side, even if he has to kill your new friend to do it. You'll come around. After all, you've stuck with him this long haven't you?

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

42 notes · View notes

potuzzz · 16 days

Note

Opinion about Stalin and Lenin?

I think they are both awesome and I'm only like 2.5/10 gay at my gayest but I would gladly suck their dicks even if just in a "bro big ups to you bro props man you the man man" sort of way.

I think Stalin in particular is the singularly most injustly maligned person in human history. In the West, he has a reputation for being at best Red Hitler and at worse 100,000,000x Combo Hitler Deluxe. The narrative is so powerful that you have to undergo 5-6 major gekyumes before you even find people who are shiftily lukewarm about him. Seeing Stalin as anything else than a plain and simple hero is one of the most ahistorical and self-destructive things a supposed "leftist" could do to themselves, the movement they ride a wave within and the interests they purport to advocate for.

I wish it could be simple: that we could compromise as a Western Left and just choose to not even talk about Stalin, positively or negatively. But, unfortunately, it is impossible at this point to have an accurate understanding of our present circumstances without knowing and acknowledging who Stalin was and what they did to him. He is just one tiny example of a good person who did potent, uncompromising, brave, fierce, determined, and earth-shaking things within the confines of their singular life to destroy fascism and capitalism and all its horrid alternative names and subsidiaries, and just like all those other people of all ages and races and genders and sexualities and nationalities and time periods throughout human history that have fought to free the slaves from the grip of the masters, the masters lie, they do everything in their power to twist the narrative to their pathetically irrational and gleefully unsubstantiated version of events because they are machiavellian monsters who will SA your grandma until her bones are dust and film it and laugh sadistically about it and then turn around and tell you that you're being a bigot for wanting to exact revenge BECAUSE THEY ARE SNAKES AND WILL SAY ANY COMBINATION OF WORDS TO CAST A CURSE ON THOSE WHO DO ANYTHING BUT PROSTRATE UNCRITICALLY TO THEIR FOUL WILL.

Until leftists understand that if THEY do ANYTHING worth a damn, that THEY TOO will be cancelled, commodified, co-opted, tortured, murdered, and ruthlessly lied about to the Nth degree, they are AT BEST flying blind into a meatgrinder and AT WORST complete idiots useless except as a NPC of the Compatible Left that the CIA will use to psychologically destroy the natural and feverish growth of and lust for communism in the minds of their enslaved population.

To start to temper my rant, let me just add that I do not like either those supposed Marxist-Leninist communists who try to appeal to the idea of "nuance" by saying they "critically support" Stalin, those who may reluctantly admit he is not the Beast projected in the Black Book of Communism and yet will still spend 75% of their every breath criticizing him.

There is *nothing* to criticize Stalin for that is worth a damn.

Why?

If some Herculean person managed to save you from the attack of a Nazi grizzly bear, saved your damn life and the lives of everyone you know, tell me, what does it serve to write some thesis or video essay or rambling social media comment about how in the opening of Round Two of the fight they took a jab when they should have thrown a hook, they arrived 30 seconds late and you suffered the flesh wound of a claw, they foolishly slipped on the mud and very nearly got eaten by the bear. IT DOESNT MATTER. They did it. They did their best and they saved your ungrateful hipster whining ass from speaking German or being turned into an empty pair of shoes. Why the fuck are you even entertaining the idea of doing anything but sucking this man's dick? What kind of person not only looks a gift horse in the mouth, but sits there and whinges and whines and criticizes every percieved imperfection they can find with a microscope?

There is nothing to criticize Stalin. If he had done a single thing differently, if he had, in his own words, "tried to win a revolution with silk gloves," the Bolsheviks would have failed and tsardom would have stayed. If he had not violently purged the shitheaded and traitorous Bolsheviks in the interparty conflicts, the USSR would have collapsed much sooner. If the USSR had not taken itself seriously and stoically pursued immediate militarization and industrialization, the imminent Nazi invasion would have turned hundreds of millions of more people into empty shoes, and if the Nazis hadn't, the immediate Western invasions and century-long siege would have succeeded in quickly toppling the People's Government that the CIA admits Stalin was merely "captain of the team, not a dictator" of, and turning those same hundreds of millions into slaves under a Western colony.

The worst thing Stalin ever did, was die.

Stalin is one of my 3 primary patron saints, flanked only by Joan of Arc and Jahseh Onfroy.

And yeah Lenin is also awesome and made invaluable contributions to the liberation movement of the entire world during the 20th century with his theories. There's a reason "Marxism-Leninism" is something that strikes fear into the hearts of the monopoly pig-men, and that "Marxism" is a feckless bluehaired newspeak that means voting for Joe Biden behind an RGB keyboard (absolutely no hate on Marx, only, the loser smellbad Trots and Maoists and other useless leftcom/postleft/"demsoc"/etc dorks have managed to co-opt Marx into the Compatible Left, Lenin is a more difficult task).

Going off that last parenthetical statement, I will just say that loving Stalin is of course not an instant "okay you're a good communist" sticker, there is the rare genuine "tankie" that just loves the Red Alert 2 anime aesthetics of internet Sovietism, there are plenty of rightwing Russian nationalists who love Stalin simply for being a (Georgian) hero in Russian history, there are even Compatible Leftists who are seemingly communists and yet only love AES when it's 100 years old and insist on still denying herohood to the likes of modern day China from Deng onward.

I also do not blame people for being scared of Stalin. His name in the West is like Voldemort and makes people uncomfortable. So omnipresent are the lies about him, I do not blame ANYBODY for falling victim to the narrative. I just hope, desperately, lovingly--sincerely--that when exposed to alternative narratives that go against the declaration of the 4th Reich, the Nazi Mafia Coalition, the Great Satan, the United States of America, that they will humor them. Stalin was not a senseless genocidal beast, he was not a tyrant, he literally didn't like the cult of personality forming around him but decided along with his peers insistence that it was good for morale and unifying the country during tough times. Joseph Stalin was a tough but fair revolutionary, a down-to-earth bluehearted stoic who was not afraid of being maligned as a villain by the forces of evil so long as he succeeded in helping the people he loved.

"I know that after my death a pile of rubbish will be heaped on my grave, but the wind of History will sooner or later sweep it away without mercy."

-Joseph Stalin

Lenin was also a selfless, witty, courageous, and resolute hero of giant nads, a giant heart, and a willingness to bear whatever cross to emancipate the world.

Shoutout to the millions of women who were never awarded fame or a position to achieve fame by our patriarchal society, the women who hold the whole sky. Shoutout to Che, Sankara, Mandela, MLK, Deng, Xi, Castro, Un, Huey, Hampton, Assata, Tito, shoutout to the millions of men across Asia and Africa and the Americas and Europe who fought with every fiber of their lifeblood and died horribly by that blood just to try to make the world a better place. I hope we can honor your sacrifice and match even a fraction of it. I hope you know your sacrifice was not in vain no matter how things ultimately turn out. It is an honor to be comrades with such people, the people of diamonds and starlight who cannot be bothered by the threats of the Romans or the English or the French or the Spanish or the Japanese or the Nazis or the United Statesians. Also fuck the Dutch I feel like they don't get enough hate. And the Nords. And the--anyways. Thanks for making my chest swell in emotion for the pride of being a person. God bless you. We have nothing to lose but our chains, mashallah.

5 notes · View notes

kindnessisweakness2 · 2 years

Text

Delusional - Part 17

*Not my GIF *

Once everyone was at the clubhouse they all gathered round the bar. “ATF isnt hrere about the blast at the warehouse a month ago. They are here digging into the club. Agent Stahl got Hale to pull me from the cells for an Interview. She knew all about me. My information, Everything. Even questioned me about Alex. Said his mum has filed some kind of missing report. Told me once she’s tore down SAMCRO, she’s gonna go looking into Alex.” Delaney held on to Jax’s hand tight. “What if she finds him? What if he comes back?” It was obvious to see she was worried. Alex really would kill her this time. But this time she had so much more to lose. Jax wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her close to him. “He wont come back baby. He knows I’ll kill him for everything he did to you.” Clay looked at Unser angrily. “And you had no idea about this bitch? Clearly Hale is working with her.” Unser raised his hands in surrender. “Woah just hold on a minute! If your suggesting i knew about this and didnt tell you, your completely wrong. They were here about the blast, thats all i knew!” Clay looked as though he didnt believe a word that came out of his mouth. “Why question Delaney though? It doesnt make sense.” Chibs spoke up. It went quiet as everyone tried to think of why she went after Delaney. What could she possibly achieve by going after her? “She wants information. Even if its something small.” Juice spoke up. “Whats the one thing she can use against us if she only has small bits of information? Where no information is irrelevant or not useful?” The penny dropped. They knew her game. “RICO. Shes using RICO.” Clay slammed his hands on the bar angrily. “THAT BITCH!” Silence quickly filled the clubhouse as the reality of what that meant for everyone sunk in.

From her place at Jax’s side, Delaney broke the silence. “We need to be smart about every move we make from now on. Atleast while Feds are in town. Gemma you need to get word to Luann that she’ll be watched. Shes an old lady, they’ll think shes privy to everything. Especially with Otto on the inside.” Everyone looked at her in suprise, while Jax looked at her proudly. His woman was so smart. “Over the next few weeks we need to run the garage like clock work. Only legit business in or out. Meaning your gonna have to find somewhere quiet to store and assemble the guns. Juice, pull up a map and start looking for possible places.” Delaney cleared space on the bar for Juice to start his search. “This bitch is smart. She’s gonna pick off the weakest links first. People with the most to lose. People she can blackmail. Ope, As much as i love Donna, she wants you out of Samcro, meaning shes a target for this Bitch. If she can convince Donna she can get you out if they cut a deal, She’ll take it. Get her straight with that.” Turning to Chief Unser, Delaney continued her rant. “And you Chief, i suggest you keep your ears open at the station. You’ll be the one to hear anything first hand. Oh and rein in Your Deputy. Or he’s gonna get that smirk wiped off his face, and not by Jax. By me.” Turning her attention to Gemma and Clay, Delaney smiled wide. “While Juice finds somewhere to store them, The rest of the guys can help Clay and Jax find a way to keep shipments coming in on time without ATF seeing how we get them in. Also need a way to get them out to the buyers without Feds seeing guns for cash. Maybe one location to pick up cash another location to exchange the guns. Either way thats the most important, keeping shipments going out and cash coming in.” Tig cut in once Delaney had finished talking. “And what are you guys gonna do while we do the hard work? sit there and look pretty?” Delaney rolled her eyes at the older man. “Me and Gem have the hardest job ofcourse. Making us all look like one big normal happy family. How you feel about a fundraiser Gem?” at the mention of that Gemma smiled wide. “Im thinking money for the local highschool? new music block maybe?” Gemma wrapped her arm around Delaney and looked to Jax. “See this is why i love her! Shes smart.” Jax grinned at his mom and his woman. God, he loved her. “What are you all standing around for? You have your orders!” Clay pulled himself up from the bar stool and kissed Delaney’s forehead. “You are a blessing to this family. Lets hope your plans work Sweetie.” He kissed Gemma before making his way through the double doors to the meeting room. Gemma wandered off into the kitchen ready to start planning the fundraiser. Jax walked up to Delaney and pulled her to him by his hoodie that she had on. “I love you.” He spoke softly pressing a kiss to her lips. “God, im never gonna get tired of hearing you say that.” Delaney sighed in bliss as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, standing on her tip toes to press another kiss to his lips. “I know our moment got interrupted. But you kinda forgot something.” Jax grinned at her confused expression as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. “I told you this wasnt a spur of the moment decision. Ive been wanting to ask you for a little while. I just never expected to blurt it out in the moment. I wanted to do something special but i was so worried you’d say no.” Jax opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring. Tears welled in Delaneys eyes for what must have been the thousandth time that day. “I would never say no. We’ve been through alot. Alex. The baby. Now this. But we always do it together. Youre my world, Jaxon.” Jax placed a kiss on her ring finger before sliding the engagement ring on. It fit perfect and Delaney’s breath hitched in her throat. It was official. She was his.

#jax teller x oc #jax teller x reader #Jax Teller #jax teller imagine #soa fanfiction #soa imagine

87 notes · View notes