#and when i’m in certain moods and need to be pumped up

[iloveavatar]

Inseparable

neteyam x fem!reader

warnings: soft smut? but not smut??

friends to lovers (this was a request by @roxxy !)

hopefully this is ok🤞🤞

neteyam and y/n have known each other for as long as anyone can remember. neytiri once found neteyam babbling with another na’vi child when he wondered off. she noticed right away how the two were holding hands as if they were to disappear if they let go. neytiri tried to get neteyam to follow her back home, however the two children would start whining as if they were about to break into full sobs whenever their hands let go.

neytiri had the strangest feeling about this na’vi child. she looked around to see if there was a mother or father that was looking for her. however, the more she looked the more she realized this baby didn’t have anyone.

‘who would leave a poor child alone?’ she thought. she then scooped the two into her arms and slowly made her way home.

———————-timeskip to age 12————————

neteyam and y/n we’re running through the woods to see which one of them were faster. the end of the race was at the Tree of Voices.

neteyam and y/n caught sight of the glow the tree emitted and sped up. the two were pumping their legs as fast as they could make them go. y/n was more focused on her speed compared to where her feet were actually stepping. her foot hit a twig and sent her falling into the soft ground below.

neteyam however,was still caught in the running. he was getting closer to the tree! he was going to win! he touched the tree and turned out to brag until he noticed y/n sitting on the ground a little ways away with her ears dropped and sniffling slightly.

neteyam gasped and quickly ran back to help her.

“i’m so sorry y/n! i- i didn’t see you fall i swear! i would’ve stopped if i saw you i promise!” he stuttered out.

he hoped she wasn’t upset with him. he checked her over for any injuries, only to find a little scrape on her arm. it would leave a small scar, one that you could only find if you were purposely looking for it.

“it’s ok neteyam.. i wasn’t watching where i was going.” she sniffled. she saw the guilt filled look ok neteyams face and tried to lift the mood “apparently eywa has favorites and wanted a certain someone to win the race.” she joked

a small smile came across neteyams face. he then helped her stand and walked over to the Tree of Voices. they both stared at the tree with glints of admiration in their eyes.

“when we’re older, we’re going to have to have a rematch race. we’ll be stronger and faster,so it will be a fair race this time! no cheating!” y/n declared with a determined face.

neteyam then stuck his hand out towards her and said “deal! only let’s hope that next time you don’t eat the ground again…” he smirked.

“hey! i did not eat the ground! i just admired it… closely!” she tried to defend

neteyam laughed and then stayed it was time to head on home. the two walked hand in hand knowing that soon one day they would have a rematch.

———————-timeskip to age 17————————

y/n and neteyam had both grown into mature young adults. neteyam was a mighty warrior, taking after his father. while y/n trained with neytiri during hunts. the two were still competitive as ever. however the more they grew up, the more they realized there was some type of feeling they had for one another.

neteyam was coming back from a recent raid from the sky people. he had a split lip and a couple of scratches on his chest and upper arms. he already received a lecture from his father, now he had to prepare himself for the lecture he was about to receive from you.

he slowly made his way to your tent hut with his ears drooping on the side of his head. he took a deep breath and slowly continued his walk.

you didn’t need to turn around to know it was neteyam who had entered your tent. you knew his footsteps by now. you got the medicine that you already knew he needed and turned around.

you slowly started to patch up his scratches on his biceps and his chest. as you were applying the paste onto his chest you felt his heartbeat quicken due to how close you were to him. he looked at you with this unknown glint in his eyes. he looked at you as if you were the only na’vi left on the entire planet of pandora.

you slowly made your way up to his face. you gently traced your fingers along his lips to place the past onto them. his lips were warm and made you want to lean in to close the gap between you two, but you were scared he didn’t feel the same.

“you know… you really should try to be more careful out there.” you started. he started to roll his eyes and turn his head but you cupped his face in between your hands.

“i mean it neteyam. you worry me whenever you come back injured. just knowing you get injured, makes me worry you are not going to come back to me at all.” you explained. you didn’t break the eye contact at all. you wanted him to know how you felt.

“i-“ he started to say but was interrupted by you.

“no. i need you to listen to me… because i’m only going to say this once. i care for you deeply, and you have always known that. however, the way i feel now about you… it’s.. i- i don’t know how to describe it. it’s deeper than how i felt before .” you struggled to say.

“I see you neteyam. and if you don’t see me that’s ok! but I need to tell you now before you get severely injured and don’t come back to me. i needed to tell you before i lost my chance.” you stated as you maintained eye contact with him. a small grin on your face knowing you had finally said how you felt.

neteyam was speechless. he didn’t know how to put how he was feeling into words, so he did the next best thing. he used actions instead of words.

he gently cupped your jaw and brought you into a passionate yet soft kiss. all of the emotions he struggled to come to terms to, finally bubbled to the surface and declared themselves into the kiss.

you kiss him back with an equal amount of passion. as the two of you parted, your foreheads are touching, slightly panting due to lack of air.

“I see you y/n.” he says. he sighed softly and smiled “it feels amazing to finally say that.” y/n laughed a little under her breath.

“this might be random, but do you remember that desk we made a few years back… about a race to the Tree of Voices” she questioned.

“….yes. why..? are you saying you want to race now?” neteyam wondered with wide eyes.

“i’m saying that we should go visit the Tree of Voices. if someone gets there first than i guess that’s good for them! i’m just saying… we should go see it again.” she said as she gently ran her hands down his chest.

neteyam shuttered as a chill ran up his tail to the back of his spine. he then slowly looked into her eyes with a small smirk on his face. “are trying to get me alone y/n?” he smugly questioned.

“maybe…” she smirked as she slowly stood up to make her way towards the exit of her tent. her tail flickering back and forth to show her playfulness.

neteyam sat in shock as he watched his long time crush leave her tent. his eyes still wide as can be when he realized he might’ve found his mate that eywa has sent to him.

——————skip to the Tree of Voices——————

the two walked hand in hand towards the glowing bioluminescent tree. y/n then reached behind her to connect her queue to the tree. as she did she closed her eyes to focus on the voices, not noticing neteyam admiring her.

“you know, this is where eywa tells most na’vi who they’re destined to be with..” she started with her eyes still closed. “do you think she would tell us now..?”

neteyam softly disconnected her queue and grasped her shoulders. he slowly turned her to face him and cupped her jaw with a hand on her waist. “i don’t need eywa to tell me who my mate is” he started to say “i already found someone for me.. if she’ll have me?” he whispered.

y/n had a giant smile break out on her face as she slightly leaned in towards him. “she already chose you a while ago” she stated

his ears twitched in anticipation as she leaned in closer to his lips. the two then closed the gap with y/n’s hands running up and down his chest as his tightened on her waist.

neteyam than kneeled down, brining her into his lap as he softly broke the kiss. he then made eye contact with her, reaching his hand around his head to grab his queue, slowly bringing it around to where the two met. y/n then grabbed her queue and gently brought the two together. the moment the two connect, their pupils dilated as they let out a heavy breath as if they have been underwater for weeks upon end.

neteyam then crashed their lips together in a fiery moment of passion. the two spent the night relishing in the emotions the two now shared as one.

the two were no longer separate halves of souls trying to find their other half. they were now mated as one. and one they shall be forever until eywa decided it would be their time. the two made their love known before the Tree of Voices.

the two that could never be separated when they were younger, cannot be separated ever again. for the two we’re now one soul, one being, one love that shall be shared for the end of time.

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hopefully this was ok for everyone! i’m going to take my time and go back through everything i’ve written so far and edit it, just because i feel like they look as if they have been rushed? idek. if anyone finds a mistake in my writing pls let me know so i can fix it ASAP!!~S

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar #the way of water #iloveavatar

[samuskitchen]

a hopeless romantic all my life.

⇒ osamu x hopeless romantic!reader

summary : struggling to find your true love, you decide to give up on searching for a relationship, turns out the phrase “love finds you when you aren’t looking.” has some merit to it.

warnings : none that i can tell!

genre : fluff , self indulgent asf, maybe a little tiny hint of hurt/comfort?

a/n : sick of men disappointing me, literally am never confessing to a guy ever again. WHY ARE THE MEN IN AUSTRALIA SO LAME WAAAAAAAA

w/c : 1.5k

you were first introduced to love through fairytales and fantasies at the age of five. by the age of 8 you believed you’d get your own fairytale love, you’d expressed your biggest dreams and wishes to the pearly white star in the sky. by the age of 13 you were determined to fall in love with your soulmate, full of hopes that he existed and was searching just as impatiently for you.

by the age of 19 you realised fairytales were a scam and that cupid would not be shooting you, or the stranger who offered his parking spot during your parallel parking struggles, with his blessed arrow of love. you’d done everything to make the process easier for that big-cheeked baby with the heart shaped bow. dating apps and school clubs, confessing to every guy you had feelings for, begging your friends to put in a good word with the cute guy in their class, yet nothing ever stuck.

so you gave up, if cupid wasn’t going to give you the romance anime love you craved so badly, you’d stop trying so hard. you resigned from putting any more time or effort into love, so sure that it wasn’t real and was not worth searching for.

and yet, here you are standing in front of the miya osamu, the cute chef in training at the restaurant owned by your uncle. so maybe the onigiri’s he’d given you during every visit were his way of expressing his affections for you, or maybe he genuinely needed someone to try out his recipes as he worked his way through his culinary course and his job at the ramen store. either way, your heart fluttered as he stared at you.

“i- uh…” your mouth opened and closed in shock, as you tried processing everything that just happened within the short span of five minutes.

8 year old yn would be kicking her feet in excitement, and 13 year old yn would be in awe that someone as handsome and as hardworking as osamu was interested in you. 18 year old yn would’ve been certain that you’d never see the day someone would turn the tables and confess to you instead.

“i’m sorry, it was all kind of sudden, i know. a-and i understand if you're off put by it or if you’re just not interested but-” he stopped his rambling as he noticed the wide grin slowly forming on your face, a bright and genuine smile that made his heart skip a beat and his face feel ten times hotter than it did a moment ago.

“‘samu, i’d love to get to know you better, maybe we could go on a date? when you’re free of course!”

“a date? a date! yes, okay— i’ll get back to you on when i’m free, could i- uh, get your number?”

and with that you secured a possible date with the boy who had been nothing more than your uncle’s apprentice. you made your way home with a satisfied smile on your face and a heart pumping loudly with the adrenaline that still courses through you. nothing could ruin your mood in that moment.

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two weeks of radio silence from the man who confessed, two weeks of false hope and tears in your room, left to comfort and berate yourself all alone. you felt so stupid, to be crying over some guy who just happened to feed you the best onigiri and ramen you’d ever eaten and had made you feel so special, you just couldn’t convince yourself that he wasn’t worth your time or tears.

you avoided your uncle’s shop for a few weeks in hopes of avoiding samu in the process, however, after two more weeks of that, your luck had run out. your mother left you with the task of delivering the aprons she’d fixed up for the cozy little ramen store.

begrudgingly, you picked up the stack of folded aprons, holding them under your arm as you huffed and puffed all through your journey to the infamous shop.

from the outside, the place brought a great sense of comfort, a paper lantern to the right of the door that emitted a soft glow and warmth if you got close enough. the tiles to the roofing were a midnight grey and the two windows on the front of the shop had the curtains drawn halfway, still allowing you to see the orange glow of the interior lights. the smell of the freshly made ramen had you salivating, the strong smell of sesame oil or the sizzling of the meat being grilled had you reaching for the handle before you could second guess your decision.

“uncle! i brought your aprons—” the man on the other side of the door was, unfortunately, not your uncle. instead, samu stood over the grill with one hand on his hip, the other using a wooden paddle to push around the meat in front of him. samu glanced at the door before looking back down at the food.

“he isn’t here today, sprained his wrist this morning and asked me to watch over the store for the night.”

you blinked, once, twice before deflating. “oh… i’ll just leave the aprons in the back then…” awkwardly, you coughed before shuffling past him and the bar into the back room where the security and staff room was.

with a sigh you dropped the aprons on the cluttered table, not paying any mind to what it fell on or knocked over. what a dick you thought as you ruminate over the short interaction you just had with the main cause of all your dilemmas in the past two weeks. he barely even glanced at you!

you huffed, pouting as you pushed the door open, ready to just ignore his existence and scurry home as quickly as possible. but of course, the universe liked using you as its favourite punching bag, and so instead of sneaking your way out of the store that once brought you great comfort, you run straight into the sturdy and broad chest of the one and only osamu miya.

he stared down at you quietly, a furrow in his brows and his lips pursed. he stared deeply into your eyes with a mix of concern and frustration, he took a deep breath before he finally broke the staring battle.

“if you weren’t interested, you could’ve told me that day, you didn’t need to give me a fake number.” osamu’s voice was quiet, the disappointment and sadness seeping through his words.

you gaped up at him, the audacity of this man! he was the one who stood you up, and yet you’re being blamed?

“i messaged you everyday, miya. don’t act like i was the one who wasn’t interested, when you were the one who ignored me.”

“what? what are you talking about, you never messaged me!” he fished his phone out, opening up the messaging app and forcefully pushed his phone into your hands, the message thread between the two of you being left empty save for the few messages he had sent.

“…wait what?” you mumbled to yourself, pulling your own phone out to show him your own messages.

the two of you stared down at the screens in confusion, you opened the contact information for both of you, staring down at the numbers.

“this is your number right, osamu?” you held your phone up at him, while you looked down at his phone to confirm your number.

…confirm that it was in fact not the right number.

“osamu… why is my number wrong?” you look up at the man incredulously, as he reciprocated the look. “i could ask you the same thing.” he grumbled.

you both stood in silence for a few seconds before he let out a relieved laugh. hand wiping down his face as he walked backwards towards the cooking area. you followed quietly, mind reeling at the thought that this was most likely just a huge misunderstanding.

“i guess maybe in the excitement we both just mistyped the numbers? thank god, you almost broke my heart yn!”

your scoff was mixed with a laugh as you sat on the stool by the bar. “speak for yourself, i was crying for a good week, almost two.” you sheepishly rubbed your cheeks in hopes that your embarrassment would disappear.

the two of you talked as he worked throughout the night, ending it off with him walking you home and giving his actual number, double checking that it was right by calling him before he left. when you walked through the door of your house, you kicked off your shoes in the entrance in excitement, hopping up the short platform and sprinting to your room.

you dropped onto your bed with a squeal, feeling all the emotions of love and envy exploding within you like fireworks. you could feel your younger self applauding you for not messing things up and cheering you on as you worked towards accomplishing her dreams.

with a sigh you glanced outside the window, staring at the bright star in the night sky. “sorry for not believing in you, thanks for listening to my wishes…” you smiled softly before reaching for your phone, pulling open samu’s contact.

‘so, about that date. what about a trip to the aquarium?’

#🌀. dizzy cries #osamu x reader #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #osamu drabble #osamu fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader

[polyklok]

Movies I think Dethklok members would really like

No this is not based on anything I’m just in a mood™ rn

Nathan Explosion

Mad God

So, no, I did not have any ounce of an idea of what this movie was about when I originally watched it, and I’m still not 100% sure tbh but an hour and a half of these pure vibes would totally be up Nathan’s alley. The post-apocalyptic setting, all the gore, the details of the various monsters, and I think he would just really appreciate it from an artist’s standpoint as well. This movie would just resonate with him, even if he wouldn’t have a fucking clue what was going on the whole time.

Mary and Max

I’m, personally, a bit on-the-fence about this movie, but it is undeniably sweet and I headcanon Nate to be on the spectrum so 🤷

This would be, like, his guilty pleasure film. The movie he knows is for kids and is totally not brutal but he loves it anyway. The, “I do not feel disabled, defective, or a need to be cured” really hits for him every single time. He rewatches it at least once every few months, especially when he’s in some sort of emotional slump.

Mandy

Another one that just like, like, big Nathan energy, you know? He just seems like a guy to really love loose plots with trippy visuals and strong emotions attached to them. Also, this movie is so completely badass, it is certified metal in his book. He also finds the story incredibly tragic; having the love of your life stripped away from you in such circumstances really tugs at his heartstrings, but in a way that gets him pumped up rather than sad. This is probably his go-to when people ask, “what’s your favorite movie?”

Pickles the Drummer

Son in Law

Okay this is my guilty pleasure movie. I usually don’t like stoner-comedy from the 90s, but this movie hits different. Maybe I just find Crawl hot. Anyway, I’m projecting that onto Pickles. He honestly probably finds a lot of crappy comedies to be peak film, and this is no exception. Pauly Shore pretending to be a country boy for a whole movie? Hells yeah. Pickles would watch while high off his mind, laughing his butt off and going to town on some cheez-its or something. And you know what? He deserves it.

Opal

I’m counting short films because I feel like Opal is the movie for Pickles. He’d watch it on a whim, because these are not usually the types of things he enjoys, and then he’d in tears over the emotional rollercoaster he did not agree to go on. Like, he grew up in a neglective household with authority figures that were overly-selfish and projected their own problems onto the youngest one in the house, to which he had to hide within his own brain more often than not just to properly function. And then he just…watched it happen all again in the hypnotic style of Jack Stauber. The Mom’s song had him in gasping tears for a while, the way you get when a movie somehow perfectly captures your own trauma right in front of you. And the ending??? Ugh. Go watch Opal, guys, it’s on YouTube.

Nathan and Pickles both get very emotional about certain stop-motion films, isn’t that crazy?

House

Thank you to Lucy for this Letterbox review that I think he would write

Anyway-

This movie is actually so insane. It’s not scary in a horror-movie way, like it meant to be, it’s scary as in ‘What the hell is happening and why do I understand it?’ Pickles doesn’t like most traditional horror films, as the long, quiet suspense bores him and the sudden jumpscares freak him the hell out way more than they should. But he loves the campy-wacko-type horror that they were apparently making in 70s Japan. It’s just scary enough to get his heart pumping, but the pure silliness of it all overrides that, getting him in a giddy mood and excited to see what happens next.

(No I am not done but tumblr won’t let me add more pictures)

#polyklok is real #metalocalypse #dethklok #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #Nathan explosion headcanon #pickles the drummer headcanon

[supernaturalscribe67]

WAP

Words: 1,825

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: TFW x Male!Reader [Platonic]

Warning(s): The term 'wet ass pussy' is used frequently, crack!fic, embarrassment, discomfort, language, I cried laughing while writing this...

Summary: When the reader decides to listen to music in order to combat the exhausting amount of research he has to do, a certain angel hears the lyrics of one of the songs, leading to some rather...uncomfortable questions.

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A monster had entered Lebanon, and no one had any idea what it was. Some signs pointed to vampires, others pointed towards a werewolf, and Dean swore there were signs of wendigo activity, but Sam was skeptical about Dean’s findings. After they interviewed the victims’ families and searched around the sites where the individuals were last seen, the group was still limited on clues that would give them a definite answer. So, they decided to head back to the bunker and do the one thing they were least excited to do;

Research.

They knew that it was going to be a gruesome task - looking through all the text in the Men of Letters bunker - to try and find exactly what they were hunting. They enlisted the help of Castiel, giving him his first taste of what researching entailed. The four of them were gathered around a table in the library, noses deep in books and websites as they scoured the seemingly endless resources at their disposal. 

After several hours, multiple closed tabs, and two stacks of books, they seemed to be getting nowhere. Everyone was starting to feel fatigued and all of them wanted nothing more than to take a break. However, despite the feeling of exhaustion, they kept going. It was different when the unknown monster was right on their doorstep.

(Y/N) let out a sigh as Sam dropped the book in front of him, a cloud of dust emitting from the leather-bound cover. He coughed and covered his mouth. 

“Care to explain why we can’t take a break from research?” (Y/N) questioned, clearing his throat as he raised a brow.

 Sam walked over to the other side of the table, sitting down with his book in hand. “The monster’s not going to take a break from killing people, so we can’t take a break from researching.” He replied, a sigh following his response. 

(Y/N) groaned. He unclipped the binding on the side of the book and opened it up to reveal the yellowed pages. “I wish these damned monsters would get a life and take a vacation.” He grumbled. 

Dean snorted from beside his brother, eyes glued to his laptop as he took a swig of beer. “You and me both.” 

“Well, if I’m going to keep researching, then I’m going to be listening to music while I do so,” (Y/N) reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and earbuds. He placed one into his ear. “Just tap my shoulder if y’all need something,” he mumbled before placing the other bud into his ear. 

He began to search through the different playlists that he made, each of them meant for a different mood he was in. There was a playlist dedicated to helping him relax, one to help wake him up, one to help him sleep, one to pump him up for upcoming hunts, and many more. At that point, the last thing he wanted to listen to was quiet, soothing music. He needed something to keep him awake and hype him up while continuing the research. Once he settled on a playlist, he clicked on the first song before setting his phone down on the table beside him. 

The music soon began to flow through the earbuds, encasing (Y/N) in his own little world as his gaze moved to the text in front of him. For several minutes, his eyes were trained on the book as different pop, hip-hop, and rap songs filled his ears. His head moved up and down slowly in a rhythmic motion as he read over the faded words, flipping the pages to try and find the answer they needed. 

Soon, a familiar tune filled his ears, followed by the words to one of his favorite songs. 

Whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house (hol' up)

I said certified freak, seven days a week

Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo! (Ah)

(Y/N)’s head movements immediately shifted to the rhythm of the song and he fought back the urge to sing along. As the song played, he was finding it more and more difficult to focus on the book rather than the lyrics. It was a great distraction from the necessary research at hand. 

Tie me up like I'm surprised

Let's role-play, I wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Out in public, make a scene

I don't cook, I don't clean

But let me tell you, I got this ring (ayy, ayy)

(Y/N) had now completely abandoned the book in front of him as he continued to listen to the song. His eyes were still cast down at the book, but nothing was sinking in as he scanned over the same line of text over and over again. He began to sing along to the song in his head. 

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (Yeah)

Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (Yeah)

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be (Huh)

I'll run down on him 'fore I have a (Ayy) runnin' me

A light tap on his shoulder startled (Y/N) from his trance. He turned towards the direction of the tap to see Castiel pulling his hand back towards him. (Y/N) raised his brows as he reached over, paused the song, then took one of his earbuds out. 

“Yeah?” He asked. 

Castiel stared at him with a confused expression, opening his mouth to speak but finding himself unable to find the words that he was looking for. He looked down at the table, the floor, then back at (Y/N). (Y/N) reached up and took his other earbud out, giving Castiel his full attention.

“What’s up, Cas?” He asked once more. 

Still, Castiel couldn’t seem to form the question he wanted to ask. Dean glanced up over his computer screen and took another sip of beer. “Just spit it out, Cas,” he chimed in.

Castiel was finally able to find the words that he was looking for. “(Y/N)...” he trailed, his voice filled with uncertainty. “What is…what does ‘wet ass pussy’ mean?” 

Dean choked on his beer, causing it to spill out of the corners of his mouth. It threw Dean into a coughing fit. He scooted his chair back and leaned forward. Sam stared at Castiel with wide eyes for a moment before he looked over at his brother. He reached over and began to pat his back. Meanwhile, (Y/N) stared at Castiel with a wide deer-in-headlights look, mouth hung open. Castiel studied the three for a moment before he shrunk back into his seat. 

“Did I say something inappropriate?” He asked in a quiet tone, a look of shame crossing his face. 

(Y/N)’s mouth moved up and down, the flabbergasted expression still present on his face as he tried to think of a response. At that point, Dean had stopped coughing and his and Sam’s eyes were staring right at (Y/N). 

“Um…uh…” (Y/N)’s mind was blank, still in shock from the question. Castiel stared at him intently, sharp blue eyes seemingly piercing into his soul. Finally, (Y/N) cleared his throat and sat up. “Why, um…why do you ask?” 

Castiel gave a gentle nod toward (Y/N)’s phone. “You were listening to a song.” He said. “It mentioned something about ‘wet ass pussy’. I’ve never heard that term before, so I was curious as to what it meant.” 

“Was my music too loud?” (Y/N) asked, trying to steer clear of any explanation he had to give. He glanced towards Sam, then Dean, then finally at Castiel.

Sam and Dean shook their heads in response, their eyes still attached to him. Castiel shook his head as well. 

“No. your music was at an adequate volume. I heard it in your head.” 

“Ah…” (Y/N) nodded his head slowly. He folded his hands on the table in front of him and bit his lip. 

“I believe ‘wet ass pussy’ has something to do with sex when it is compared to the other lyrics of the song.” 

“Cas, can you please stop saying ‘wet ass pussy’.” (Y/N) spoke in a slightly strangled tone of voice. 

“Was I correct?” 

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment before he looked towards the brothers, who both had mirroring looks of amusement. “A little help here,” he grumbled between gritted teeth. 

Sam and Dean both shook their heads. Sam threw his hands up, signaling that he was staying out of it while Dean smirked and reached for his beer again. “This is all on you, buddy,” he piped up. 

(Y/N) let out an exasperated sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair stressfully. Certainly, he couldn’t explain what ‘wet ass pussy’ meant to an angel, right? That was just guaranteeing him a one-way ticket to Hell at that point. He weighed his options. He could be teased relentlessly as he explained what the term meant to Castiel while simultaneously securing the number one spot in Hell next to Crowley, or he could be teased regardless and hope that he could still get into Heaven. 

He decided to save himself from any further embarrassment. 

Quickly, (Y/N) stood from his seat, the legs of the chair scraping against the concrete floor. He closed the book in front of him and brought it close to his chest.

“I think I’m going to continue researching in my room.” He stated. 

He grabbed his phone and struggled to place it into his pocket, followed by his earbuds, before escaping the room as quickly as he could. Sam and Dean watched him with smirks on their faces while Castiel just watched in confusion as his friend retreated. Sam and Dean looked at one another, Sam shaking his head before he returned to the book in front of him. Dean, on the other hand, let out a deep chuckle before turning his attention back to the computer screen. Castiel’s eyes were cast down, his lips pursed and back slouched ever so slightly. 

After a while, Castiel sat upright in his seat and placed his folded hands in his lap. 

“What is ‘wet ass pussy?” He asked, looking towards Sam and Dean for some type of answer. 

Sam and Dean looked up at him, then at each other, then back at him. 

“We’ll have (Y/N) tell you later, Cas,” Sam finally answered. 

Seeming slightly satisfied with the response, the three of them got back to researching while (Y/N) sat in his room, forgetting about the case altogether and trying his best to rid himself of the horrible feeling of discomfort he was experiencing. 

#male!reader #spn x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural scribe #dean winchester #sam winchester #Castiel #Team Free Will #Team Free Will x Reader #Team Free Will x Male!Reader #Male Reader #crack!fic #crack fic #spn #SPN #Supernatural #spn imagine

[turtle-babe83]

Snowed In, Part Three

Leo x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

Stubborn.

Leo bit back a smartass comment, knowing it would only antagonize his brother more. When Raph was in a mood, you either let him be, or plan to duke it out. He would rather not spoil a night he intended to enjoy so he shrugged instead.

“Suit yourself. I’m rolling out,” Leo called over his shoulder. “Stay safe, see you guys later. Check in daily.”

Raph sneered, “Yeah, yeah, whateva. Go run along, Fearless. Lead the cowardly way.”

Leo grit his teeth as he adjusted his duffel bag, muttering under his breath, “I’m the coward, huh? Right. Just which one of us doesn’t have a warm bed and a willing pussy to enjoy tonight?”

“What was that?!”

He’s going to give me an aneurysm, Leo thought to himself as he kept walking. He could hear Raphael’s voice echoing down the sewer tunnels for several more minutes before the brute finally ran out of steam. Leo sighed to himself. If the hothead wasn’t so stubborn and pigheaded, he’d be sprinting out of there with his own bag packed, on the way to her apartment. Ugh. Leo was certain that the lady in question felt the same as his brother. As he climbed the ladder to the surface, he chastised himself for letting Raph get to him. Time to shift the focus to his own evening plans, and you.

As he traipsed through the snow covered streets, he imagined how you would greet him. Arms open and inviting, that signature smile that could bring him so easily to his knees, and your gorgeous legs bare and begging to be wrapped around his hips as he took you to new heights of ecstasy. He was already worked up by the time he was pushing your window open, daydreaming of days spent naked in your arms. What he didn’t imagine was finding your apartment devoid of your presence. The lamp was still on in the living room, dinner still warm on the stove, but you were missing. Worry immediately set in until Leo noticed a hastily scratched note on the island:

“Leo- Annie having baby. G-ma running late to stay w/kids. Home soon as I can! ♥️ -Me”

Of course. Your downstairs neighbor was ready to pop last he heard and the baby would choose a massive snowstorm to make his grand arrival. Despite his annoyance at having to wait for his time with you, he was proud of how you always jumped in without hesitation when someone was in need. Annie’s other two children adored you and he knew you would ease their worries over their parents and their new baby brother.

Leo set to work since there was nothing else to do. He put dinner in the oven on the lowest setting to keep it warm, placed his bag in your bedroom, and sent a quick text to each of his brothers to check in. He decided a hot shower would hit the spot, stripped out of his gear and clothes, and slipped into your oversized stall. He sighed deeply as the water rolled down to heat his skin and wash away the tension he carried as a leader. With his head under the spray, he never heard you come in.

Annie’s mother-in-law arrived quicker than originally anticipated so you had rushed home. The sound of the shower running sent a sly smile to your face and you had silently stripped. You slid into the shower and pinched Leo right on his firm ass. The squeak of sound that left him as he whirled around sent you into a hysterical fit of laughter. He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, you think you’re funny, do you?” he asked.

You wiped your eyes, “I think I’m hilarious!”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his pouting lips close for a kiss. It took no time at all to find yourself pressed against the slick tile of the shower wall as he ravaged your mouth. You swept your tongue against his as you snuck a hand down to grasp his thick cock tightly in your small hand. He groaned as you stroked him gently.

“H-harder,” he growled.

You smirked as you gave him a stronger pump, “Like this?”

He rocked hard against your hand.

“Perhaps you would prefer this,” you murmured seductively, pushing him back and falling to your knees.

Your tongue slid smoothly along the underside of his cock, and you watched his expression change from predatory to one of tender submission. There was nothing more heady than this intrepid leader of ninjas succumbing to you and god, did he look superb melting under your ministrations. Those half-lidded eyes watching through blue slits as you swallowed him down, sucking strongly, before starting a good bobbing rhythm. His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips and he began to pant softly. The hot spray beat down on your back and shoulders and not for the last time you mentally thanked your building superintendent for the new hot water heater.

“You’re so good to me,” he muttered, hand on your head as he thrust lightly. “My good girl.”

Damn him for using your praise kink against you. Your pussy throbbed at his words and it didn’t go without notice that you snuck a hand down to touch yourself.

“Uh uh,” Leo chided, tugging your hair and pulling you away from him. “You cum on my cock or you don’t cum at all.”

He reached down and picked you up like you weighed nothing, which always gave you a hidden thrill. You were pressed back to the tile wall again and this time, he lifted you higher. You wrapped your legs around him as he teased you with his tip. The predatory gleam was back and oh, did it set you on fire.

“Leo!”

You couldn’t help but cry out as he thrust deep. He worked up a maddening rhythm while pressing his mouth to the pulse in your neck and sucking, marking you as his. Tightening your thighs around his hips, you dug your heels into the dense muscles of his ass and used the leverage to buck up against him.

“That’s it,” he groaned into your throat as you clenched your walls around him. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do y-you,” you whimpered.

The pleasure built and built until you were overwhelmed with it and you came pulsing on his cock just as he shouted his own imminent release. He filled you with his warm seed in just a few erratic thrusts, then let you bring your legs back down. As you caught your breath, he reached behind you for your loofah, adding a healthy dollop of your body wash, then proceeded to wash you off with the utmost care.

After you dried off, you went to pull the food from the oven so the two of you could have a late dinner. Leo toweled off and then checked his phone. Mikey and Donnie had both checked in, but Raph was silent. Still pissed most likely, but it didn’t hurt to be safe. He texted the other two to see if they had heard from him. Mikey answered back with a quick no. Donnie said the same, but offered to check the security cameras. When he messaged back a few minutes later that there was no sign of Raphael, Leo felt worry twist his gut. He quickly typed out a request for Donnie to check his gps tracker. When the genius took too long to respond, Leo reminded him that their safety was of the utmost importance. Finally, he got an answer.

You looked up as Leo entered the kitchen, towel wrapped around his hips and a shit-eating grin plastered on his handsome face. You set his plate on the table and poured a glass of water for him as he typed.

“What’s up?” you finally asked.

He glanced up, “Well, it looks like Raph’s internal battle is coming to a head.”

You raised a brow and motioned for him to continue.

“Donnie has pulled up his tracker and it looks like he’s heading her way.”

You gasped and clapped your hands in delight, “Oh thank god, finally!”

Leo picked up his fork and scooped up a large bite, eyeing you across the table where your towel had slipped and your cleavage was very visible. He was already thinking of having you for dessert. No more worrying about his brother.

It was all in her hands now. 💙

This series will conclude in Part Four: Raph’s story…..

@exovapor @dilucsflame33 @nittleboo @raisin-shell @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @roxosupreme @zowise2912 @xanadu702 @brightlotusmoon @ashleighclark98 @fyreball66 @tmntspidergirl @hotredphoenix @labeccy @lunar-corgimon @misteria247 @ladyofparchments @raphielover @tortuefaerie @bunnyraptor69 @polypandragon @sharpwindow @tkappi @aurora-the-kunoichi @android-cap-007 @tmnt-tychou @rheawritesforfun @cowabunga-doll @coulrofilia-sexuell @lilyssims @daedric-sorceress @happymoonangel @raphslovemuffin80 @sketch-and-write-lover @drowninghell @digitl-art-monstr @fluffytriceratops @angelcatlowyn @turtlesmakemehappy @kawaiibunga @narwals14 @waterstar2016 @infuriatedleprechaun @bibiz82 @angelicdavinci @memes-in-a-half-shell @fictionalmenmistress

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtlebabe83 #tmnt fandom #bayverse leo #tmnt fanfic #bayverse leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #Leonardo #Leo #snowed in series #tmnt aged up

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Barbie was so good?!? Fucking loved every minute of it, but special shout-out to some things...

(BARBIE SPOILERS below the cut)

This movie was so funny, I can't get over how fucking funny and camp it was, an actual masterpiece 11/10

"This movie is overly feminist and man-hating" - THIS MOVIE AIN'T FOR YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO WATCH THE SHITTY FLASH MOVIE THEN IF YOU'RE SO MAD

(haven't actually seen the flash, have seen a few clips on twitter and i'm glad i haven't, i don't want to, don't @ me)

I'll be honest, I had very few Barbie dolls growing up, I had a medium sized doll house that was not for Barbie-height-toys, and so most of my toys were random figurines collected over the years (shout-out to the McDonald's Happy Meal Narnia toys!), but I was still getting pumped at the beginning of this film when the narrator went into detail about how Barbie can have any career, any life she wants etc.

The attention to detail in Barbie-land, like the pools/sea are all flat and not actually wet, there’s no actual liquid in the cups when they drink, no water in the shower etc.

Look, I will fully admit that HOTD has fucked my brain and my taste in men up, and so I'm blaming that for me looking at Ryan Gosling as Ken and going "yes I would like to obliterate that twink" 🙈

There were a lot of kids in my screening who absolutely did NOT get the "beach you off" joke, meanwhile I was sitting there laughing embarrassingly loudly like an idiot

Why was Allan a whole ass mood, I'm sorry but he was so relatable, arguably the best character I fear-

I like that weird-Barbie is basically what a lot of girls go through with their Barbies at a certain age by cutting off their hair, drawing on them with pens, etc. Like that’s a mood, my sister and I used to wash our Barbies’ hair and draw fake tattoos on them with felt tips 💀

“Do you ever think about dying? 😃” took me out oh my fucking god 💀 I already had one existential crisis this weekend watching Oppenheimer, I don’t need another one from Barbie of all things 😭

The way Ken says “because we’re boyfriend girlfriend” has the most random place in my heart and I don’t know why lol

The sheer horror over Barbie having flat feet LMFAO

Weird-Barbie having the dog where you feed it pellets and then use the tail so it shits the pellets back out?!? Me and my sister were like "oh my fucking god" because we literally had that fucking toy lmfao

Weird-Barbie talking about Ken's smooth plastic bulge, I literally CHOKED-

Honestly just... Barbie entering the real world and being confused that men treat her like a sex object, being super uncomfortable, meanwhile Ken's like "they're looking at me appreciatively!"... oof

I nearly choked on my drink when Barbie loudly declared "I don't have a vagina and he doesn't have a penis!" like?!?!?

Barbie and Ken getting arrested not only once but TWICE... oh that's the content I'm living for lmao

I’m so so SO glad that the scene with Barbie and the elderly lady was kept in, I shed a tear because it was so beautiful and simple. When Barbie said that the lady was beautiful?!?! I’m a mess just thinking about it 😭❤️

Pleasantly surprised by the sheer amount of horsey content in this film like yes, that's 100% what the patriarchy should be, it should be about Kens riding horsies :D (I’m aware this is NOT the only thing that happened lmao I’m just saying that the world would be a better place with more horses)

America Ferrera is a fucking QUEEN and I adore her, I know HTTYD is over but she will always be MY Astrid, aka Chieftess Queen and Dragon-Rider

Not gonna lie, I felt Sasha’s little monologue where she rants about the unrealistic standards set by Barbie like I see both sides of what Barbie represents and how she can be viewed and I get it. Like on the one hand, hooray for girls growing up having a doll that can show them they can be Presidents, Nobel Piece winners, doctors etc., hooray for all the feminism to come from Barbie. But also you could argue that there’s unreal expectations in regards to Barbie’s body shape, and that when we girls grow up into women, we realise that the Real World is not as simple as what we dreamt of while playing with Barbies, that our world doesn’t revolve around having women in positions of power, that we still very much live in a society where women are viewed as being there solely for men, as home makers and wives and mothers, that we can have a certain amount of freedom and power but not too much etc.

Did I kind of guess "hey maybe it's not the daughter who has triggered Barbie's crisis, maybe it's the mother"? Yes, I guessed that early on but I still loved it anyway

I have no idea how Greta Gerwig got Mattel to agree to this script but holy shit, she must be magical or something

The spirit of Ruth Handler, aka THE creator of Barbie who named the doll after her daughter?!? Played by Rhea Perlman?!?!

Also I've only just learnt, after looking at Ruth Handler's wikipedia page, that Ken was named after her son?!?! Barbie and Ken are siblings?!?!

JOHN CENA AS MERMAN KEN?!?!

My sister was so delighted by the amount of Sylvester Stallone references in this film omg

DEPRESSION-BARBIE I WAS IN LITERAL FUCKING TEARS I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING, AND SHE WAS WATCHING BBC'S PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?!? WHILE EATING SWEETS?!? I CANT STOP CACKLING AND CRYING

Depression-Barbie also comes in other variations, including an anxiety one?!?! 🤣

I shit you not, I NEED America Ferrera to be nominated for supporting actress for all the awards because holy fUCK, her monologue?!?! That monologue?!?!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ROB BRYDON AKA UNCLE BRYNN FROM GAVIN AND STACEY IS SUGAR DADDY KEN?!?!

“We mothers stand still so our daughters can look back and see how far they have come.” - STOP I WAS ALREADY SOBBING

The Helen Mirren fourth wall break where she says that if the filmmakers wanted us to believe that Barbie was no longer pretty, "they shouldn't have cast Margot Robbie in this part", literally ICONIC

KEN’S FLUFFY TIE DYE HOODIE THING THAT SAYS “I AM KENOUGH” ASDFGHJKL I WANT ONE

Ridiculously glad that Ken and Barbie didn’t get together to be honest, yes I get it that Ken is designed as a boyfriend for Barbie but also it would have sucked to have this whole film play out as it did and then have them end up together 💀

The soundtrack of this film was IMMACULATE, 10/10, five stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

There’s a definite message and commentary here but I’m too stupid and tired to write it out, so I’ll reblog it from the people who are smarter and more eloquent than me instead but oh my good this film was such an amazing piece of cinema

This isn't everything about the film obviously, there was a lot going on and I'm still mentally processing it so I might add more to the post later but wow, just… wow.

#barbie #barbie spoilers #margot robbie #ryan gosling #america ferrera

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Rules for requesting~ Asks

Asks are the main way; and the way that I prefer to, receive requests, but the anonymity and the ‘send and done’ way that they operate occasionally leads to minor problems. So here’s a few bullet points about how you can make sure that your request is “perfect” from the start:

First things first: send in a request. 

I never stop writing for a film or television show so there’s no need to ask about whether or not I still write for it. From experience, anonymous asks like these really don’t work since; unless I’m responding to them immediately, the people that send them in often don’t follow up and thusly, never really get their answer. This also goes for people who ask whether or not I’ve seen a certain film. 

If the movie you want to request for was made in the 1970s-90s then I’m willing to write for it. I’m always looking for new old movies to watch so I’m more than happy to receive requests for films I may or may not have seen before. At this point, empty questions about requesting for specific films will be deleted since I just don’t have the space in my inbox or the time to answer them; I hope you can understand. 

For your actual request, be sure to include the name of your character, the movie they’re in, and what you’d actually like me to write for them. 

 Ex. Could you write Meeting and Dating Duckie Dale from Pretty in Pink?

- Meeting and Dating hcs, crush hcs, makeout hcs, and nsfw hcs are my most popular types of posts but you can request just about anything you can think of so long as it’s appropriate. 

Remember~ You never have to feel embarrassed about who you’re requesting for. I have “weird” film crushes and so do half the other people on this blog as well: this is a safe space and I try my best to keep it that way so don’t ever feel like you have to apologize for your favorite comfort characters. 

Currently, I have a long list of requests which I try my best to write in the order of oldest to newest. Occasionally, if I rewatch a film or if the mood hits, I’ll select a request about said film and pump it out, so you can always get lucky and have your request written a lot earlier than expected. If you have the patience and a particular request then I recommend sending it in so that you can “save a spot in line” and have it written as soon as I’m able to. 

Also remember~ I’m always happy to discuss films, characters, and anything else you can think of in my asks as well. Think of me as a friend you can come to when you want to gush about and discuss old media without being judged; even if it’s just debating whether or not Rocky gets pegged. ❤

#rules

[muttonchopsalley]

Pippi Longstocking: The Strongest Girl in the World - Scene 3 (English)

C. (a) (Unfinished) The three get on Pippi's horse and it loses its shoe, so they head off to the blacksmith.  (Note: This storyboard was not written)

C. (b) Pippi, Tommy and Annika Meet Hans the Blacksmith and have Pippi's horse re-shoed.

Ext. Street Corner - Pippi, Tommy and Annika come around the corner on the horse. Hans is in a pleasant mood, leaning on the stairs of a garden to a certain house. There are several empty bottles laying around.

Tommy: "Isn't that Hans?"

Annika: "Yes, that's him!" (to Pippi) "That's Hans, the blacksmith."

Pippi: “Good! I'm glad we found him so quickly!"

They approach him on the horse.

Tommy: "Hans, you're drunk again!"

Annika: "Hans, you weren't supposed to drink anymore!"

Pippi turns to the two and slides down the horse's hind legs.  

 Pippi: "My, he's awfully quiet, isn't he?"

Hans is out of it. He hums with his eyes closed. Pippi stands in front of him.

Pippi: "Hmm.. Did he eat too many wild strawberries this morning?" (Thinks) "Hey, do you know what lives in the sea and has eight legs?"

Hans shows no interest in Pippi at all, stares ahead blankly.

Hans: "I give up.."

Pippi: "I'll give you a hint. It looks like your face when it's boiled."

Hans: "Yeah, that's right."

Pippi: "Well, if you've got two legs, I've got four legs that need shoeing."

Hans: "Sorry, but I'm not working today. The Lord's day of rest. The nectar of the barley called and I've answered.." (Takes a drink) "..like I usually do."

Pippi: (sorry from the bottom of her heart) "Well, then I'll just have to carry him everywhere I go.." (has an idea) "Say, can't you use those bellows over there?"

Hans: "Those? Well, normally I don't. People have to ask; but if I have to do it by hand, then that's a different story."

Pippi: "Then do it by hand!"

Hans: "I can't. I don't have a partner to help me, and I'm not in good shape."

Pippi: "Aren't I good enough to be your partner?"

Hans: "HAHAHA! Young lady, you're crazy! This is a very hard job!"

Pippi: (Picks up the horse one-handed) "How long have you been doing it?"

Hans: (looks up at Pippi for the first time in surprise. Blinks, shakes his head, then rubs his eyes. Then holds his head and mumbles to himself) "Cheap whiskey's goin' to my head. How a little girl can lift a horse like that, I don't know.." (takes another drink) "Never thought I'd start seein' stupid things. Shoulda stopped at three.."

Pippi: "I'm not stupid, I'm bringing my horse in."

Hans: (jumps) "What do you want?!" (Looks at Pippi from top to bottom)

Pippi: (Determinedly) Let me help you, Mister. Please give me a hammer!"

Hans: (Dumbfounded) "You're crazy, little girl.. Incidentally, just seeing you helped me feel much better.." (rises up with his bottle) "Okay, hammer out some horseshoes.. If you can.."  (takes drink) "And if you can. I'm sure they'll be perfect. Come on!"

Pippi: "So, that's all you need to feel better?"

Hans: (slaps his chest and sways a little) "Well, in any case, let's get to it."

Pippi: (stoically) "I'll do my best!"

Tommy and Annika look nervous.

[Klang!]

Hans feels around the instruments on his wall.

Hans: "Now, let's see here.."

Ext. The slope in front of the blacksmith's  - Pippi brings the horse inside. Hans is still a bit shaken up. children sit outside on empty boxes, etc.

Kid: "Hey, Hans! Get out here!"

Hans:  "Sorry, kids! I'm a little busy right now!"  (throws bottle in their direction)

The children scatter.

As Pippi enters the blacksmith shop, she looks around curiously at the old building.

Int. Blacksmith workshop

Pippi: "You shouldn't do this kind of work when you're drunk. Let me get you some water to get the alcohol out of your system."

[Tommy and Annika peek in through the window]

Pippi pours some water from a pump into a bucket, then pours it on top of Hans' head. She pumps more water and dumps it onto Hans' head again.

Pippi: "Now, I'll help you."

Hans is now hammering out the horseshoe over hot coals as Pippi continually stokes the flames with the bellows. Hans then places the horse's  legs on his lap and begins sanding it's hooves.

Hans: "Hey, would you like to go into business with me?"

Pippi: (cheerfully) "I'll think about it! This job is fun!"

Hans takes the new horseshoes with pliers, picks up one of the horse's legs and squeezes the shoe onto the hoof. It begins to smoke. Pippi screams and runs over, grabbing the pliers out of Hans' hand.

Pippi: "AAAAH! What are you doing to my horse?!"

Hans laughs until tears come out of his eyes.

Hans: "HAHAHA! Don't worry. It just feels a little hot at first, but he's not in pain or anything."

Hans laughs and strokes the horse's neck.

Hans: "Here, see. He's still calm."

Pippi wipes the tears from her cheeks.

Hans hammers another horseshoe, as Pippi stares ahead with a depressed expression. [At this point, it's necessary for Pippi to be like this.] She quenches the shoe in water and Hans once again nails the shoe to the horse's hoof and begins filing it again. He then puts the file in his toolbox, stands and stretches.

Hans: "There, it's done."

Pippi (walks over to the horse) : "Good. How is he? How does he feel?"

Hans: "He's fine. See?"

The horse responds by happily tapping his hooves on the floor. Pippi takes a gold coin out of her pocket and gives it to Hans.

Pippi: "Thank you very much! I'll come again!"

Pippi hops on the horse and rides out of the shop. The horse's new shoes clacking loudly on the ground. Hans stares at the coin in disbelief.

Ext. Town - The horse with the three children on his back barrels down the street at a ferocious pace. People stare in disbelief through their house and shop windows.

#Pippi Longstocking #Studio Ghibli #70s #1970s #Japanese #anime #unmade #unproduced #isao takahata #hayao miyazaki #retro #vintage

[dabbling-translations]

Chapter 7: Witch-sama names the warm swamp, birth of the Hot Spring

"Wow! This is amazing!" I exclaimed as I dipped into the warm puddle.

The warm water enveloping my entire body caused me to feel greatly satisfied. 

This cloudy water is amazing! Its thick consistency wrapped around my body made me feel as if I were melting. Just like magic. During the battle earlier, I scraped my knee. It was slightly painful but after I entered the pool, the pain disappeared instantly!

I don’t know how it works but it’s like the water has restorative power.

“A-Are you okay, master?” (Lara)

“I'm beyond fine! It's amazing! It's so therapeutic!” I pump my fist in joy as Lara looked at me timidly.

Ahhhhh~ I never knew ecstasy and satisfaction of this level existed.

“Lara, you should get in here too. Come on, come on! Take your clothes off or I'll drag you into the puddle myself.” (Yuo)

"No! I don't want to die yet, master! Pass! (Lara)

I immediately pulled Lara's hand, not wanting to keep this pleasure to myself.

It seems the pool’s location was blocked off behind a rock, which explains why the villagers haven't discovered this place yet. Because of this, the area was secluded. There was no need to be shy since we were both women. When Lara confirmed that no one was around, she stripped naked and hesitantly got into the warm water.

“What…? It feels much better than it looks!” (Lara)

As expected, Lara uttered the same words I did. I nodded deeply at that. As the warm water enveloped our bodies, we felt our minds and bodies relax.

“Just a while ago, it smelled like hell but now it smells so pleasant.” (Lara)

“Perhaps the fact that you heated this pond more caused this satisfying feeling. Master, could it be that your [Heater Skill] has a certain effect on this type of water?” Lara inferred that my skill may have changed the properties of the water.

Hmmm, I doubt it. I think my skill just warms things up.

Just being wrapped in warm water caused this energy to well up at the bottom of my stomach. Additionally, the stress caused by my banishment faded quickly.

It feels even better than recovery magic. This pool was an amazing discovery!

Lara’s cheeks were rosy and she had an unrestrained smile on her face, an expression rarely found in the calm and collected maid.

I couldn’t blame her though, not even I knew such a pleasant feeling existed.

Besides, this water makes me forget all of my pent-up worries and stress.

I was born an aristocrat, something people seem to this is enviable. But behind the glamor and prestige, our lifestyle is restrictive. My family and relatives imposed unattainable goals on me, especially my father and brothers who always ridiculed my lack of magic power.

But this water gives this liberating feeling.

I’m reminded that before I’m an aristocrat or that girl without any magic power, I’m only human.

In a daze, I feel great. I wish this feeling would last forever.

While I was reflecting on everything, I felt a tear slip from my eyes

I’m crying.

It’s been hard, huh?

Gradually, I felt the weight in my heart lighten.

“Master, are you okay?” Lara asked in concern as soon as she saw my eyes brim with tears.

I hurriedly washed my tears away with the warm water. A lord shouldn’t be seen in such a weak state.

However, I was still in a good mood. This water can actually cause a cheerful and carefree person like me to cry, how amazing. It's like a holy spring that liberates the heart.

“That's right!" I thought of something.

"Why don't we let the citizens try this? If everyone in the territory is healthy, territory management might become easier and more stable.”

“That's a wonderful idea, master! You are indeed a compassionate and merciful lord!” Lara agreed.

For someone who said it smelled like hell, she’s very enthusiastic about this.

“Hehehe, I think they'll definitely appreciate it. The water feels amazing but master, you have to come up with a name for this… thing.” (Lara)

Then, I realized that this puddle had no name.

Hot water is not a bad idea, but it's just not right.

“You’re right, this mystical puddle needs a name. That would make it easier for people to be more familiar with it.” (Yuo)

Hmmm... ‘warm puddle’ certainly doesn't sound clean or appealing, does it? I'd like it to have a cleaner image anyway. A holy spring or something like that.

“How about keeping it simple and just naming it ‘warm swamp,’ master? Or maybe ‘warm pond’ could work too.” (Lara)

Lara didn’t have any bad intentions, but her naming sense was outstandingly bad.

Not many people would want to dip into a ‘warm swamp.’ ‘Warm pond’ on the other hand could be taken to mean something else [1].

A warm gushing place… A warm, holy spring… 

I folded my arms and groaned in contemplation.

"Aha! Warm spring, how about calling it a hot spring?” (Yuo)

“Hot spring! That sounds great! It fits the place very well!” Lara agreed with the name I came up with.

"Good, then we will have to prepare the hot spring for public use. Lara, you'll be busy tomorrow!” (Yuo)

“Master! I'm so excited!” (Lara)

Lara and I were so excited while soaking in the hot water.

◇

Meanwhile, some news was spreading among the villagers.

"Did you hear? I heard that the new feudal lord is the Scorching Witch.”

“How is that possible? The Scorching Witch is just a legend!”

“No, that's the thing. According to Hannah, the new lord killed a two-headed Giant Earthfish in an instant unscathed!”

"In an instant? Unscathed? That's impossible! That fish was a dragon eater!”

“And what's more, she was merciful enough to share the meat for free.”

“Oh, really? We've been very blessed lately, thank goodness!”

“My family will be overjoyed! Witch-sama really saved us from hunger!”

The gathered villagers had nothing but praise for Yuo.

<<Scorching Witch’s Recent Gain>>

Hot springs

？？？？？ 

A spring that can relieve physical and emotional fatigue. There seem to be multiple sources, but they have not yet been fully investigated.

<<Scorching Witch’s Ability>>

The target's temperature is maintained at a constant level. Used to maintain the temperature of hot springs.

(T/N) [1] Probably piss? Or some other bodily fluid lmao I hope you enjoyed this chapter and any corrections are greatly appreciated, just refer to the corrections panel on the navigation bar.

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#scorchingwitchdtl

[hipsdowrite]

yandere platonic teachers would react to reader accidently called them pops/dad (some tiny bonus : infront of the yanderes)

Twisted Wonderland

warning: yandere content, if you don’t like please don’t read!

first ask and first time writing for the teachers so bear with me 😔. when i finished writing this i realized it might not be exactly what you wanted so i’m sorry!

and idk which ones you wanted so im gonna go with the most popular 2 lol

crewel:

it would be the slip of the tongue let’s be real

like calling your teacher mom

you haven’t had any contact with family for a while. plus since everyone is a literal sociopath there, it isn’t hard to get attached to seemingly caring people

grim wasn’t really focusing on the potions experiment, leading you to do all the work

expect you needed magic—which you lacked

you complained to adeuce who also didn’t help as much

little did you know someone overheard

the next day, grim got detention from crewel, for some odd reason, and you had to do all the work yourself…again

but don’t worry! your lovely professor is there to help!

“alright then, pup, tell me what the next step is.” crewel walks over to stand behind the cauldron as you rack your brain for answers.

you place your hand on your chin, tapping your foot against the tile anxiously, “okay, so first you pour 2 liters of styx fluid on top of the pre-existing half-filled cauldron of water.”

crewel takes his time pouring in the specified liquid.

you take a step back, swinging back and forth. you glance at your teacher for some approval before continuing, “then you add 5 mushrooms…”

with your teacher following your instructions, you successfully completed your part of the project rip grim

you pump your fist into the air, “yes!”

crewel walks away from the cauldron to clean up some spillage on the floor from certain distractions.

you spin to face crewel excitedly, “thank you so much dad! you have no idea how much i appreciate it!” your face is red from excitement, ready to tell your best friends how you—a magicless human— were able to pass a class they were made for.

you lightly skip over to your desk for your belongings. there was almost a whistling tune in the air, gliding you through the stares arching from the front of the room.

swinging the brown satchel over your right shoulder, you feel good. you rush over to crewel hastily yet gently.

luckily, while you were being oblivious, the professor turned red at the title you labeled him as. thankfully, his precious pup didn’t notic-

“are you okay there?” you poke over his shoulder, almost too close for comfort, but being in a good mood made you unaware.

he coughs, straightening up, “yes, do not worry. it was just the potion’s heat affecting me.”

he turns to look down in your direction as you blink through his response.

from his stare you tilt your head down, “no but really. you have no idea how much that meant, i-“

before you could start venting your feelings, grim pops through the door.

“hey, [name]! cmon, or we’re gonna be late for the shopping deals! we need to get there before the last tuna cans run out!” he hops repeatedly on both back-paws, displaying nervous amounts of excitement.

you twirl towards him, forgetting almost everything that happened, “oh yeah! coming!” you speed walk towards the door in fear of lowering your good mood.

when the door shuts, your professor sits down upright. he takes a deep inhale. his hands can’t stop jittering.

his perfect pup called him dad! sure it may be a complete accident but then it was their natural instinct! they had to somehow consider him as their father.

you are so dependent on him. it sucks how grim couldn’t help you. if he isn’t even capable of being there for you physically, you just don’t have anyone to rely on then do you?

he flips over the crinkled page in his lesson book—the page of the potion you just worked on. he flips over to the page where the grades are displayed and gives you an ‘A+’, even though you got half of the ingredients wrong…

oh well, he’ll support his pup no matter what the cost!

crowley:

you were curious of his possible reaction

after all, he basically put you into his custody without consent (not like you could go anywhere else) and he has been conspicuously making slow progress for your way back home

honestly it seems like he hates you or is using you for some bigger scheme

ANWYAYS

after joking around with ace and deuce over crowley’s thoughts toward his students, they (ace and grim) thought it would be funny if you accidentally called him dad

lowkey their canon or even yandere relationship gives me maka and spirit vibes from soul eater

with your pride on the line, and general curiosity, you decided to confront crowley in his office with your group watching from the sidelines!

knock knock

“come in!” crowley’s voice wiggles through the crack of the two doors.

you close your eyes and inhale softly, then you pull the right door open towards you.

he doesn’t look at you immediately, but you felt his piercing gaze through his eyes. the mask always creeped you out, but being in his general presence freaking you out.

he continues to scribble on the documents on his desk, and as you start striding towards him, it seems his wrist flicks quicker.

neither of you say anything. you feel the stares of the three imbeciles crouching alongside the door you left open a crack.

when you stand right in front of the headmaster that’s when he finally relents, seeming as if he put himself through a mind game to not look at you.

you let go of that breath you took before walking into the room.

“do you need anything, [name]?” he intertwines his fingers to provide a platform to lay his head on.

you tense your slightly, “oh, well i thought it would be obvious…” you glance towards your comrades and see them flipping through a notebook. your eyes scrunch up at their requests before not relying on them again.

your eyes tilt back to crowley as he stares at you like a bird, “i wanted to see you!” you smile, raising your arms up for a hug.

he blinks. you continue.

“you seem so busy lately with headmaster duties and especially with the students here. i now understand your pain with dealing some stubborn students!” the chair beside you seems inviting. you cant recall if it was ever there; you take a seat.

“but seriously. it feels like you are one of the only people that sort of looks out for me. i do appreciate it dad.” you smile softly, looking down at your hands.

the notepad in deuce’s hands feels hollow.

rustle.

the three behind the door look down to see their notepad on the ground, accompanied by the stares of the two in the room.

your shoulders expand as your face becomes red; you remembered what you came here to do.

you face back towards crowley quickly, “anyways! i just wanted to say i love you! buh-bye!” you push back your seat harshly that it shrieks along the floor.

you turn to the three at the door and stomp towards them. you grab the cat’s tail, hoisting him up, and you grab the two human’s ears pulling them away from the door for the headmaster to see.

you face back at the old man, “i am so sorry.” with that you drag away your idiotic friends.

crowley smirks to himself with a single chuckle.

“well of course, because i am so gracious i would do anything for you.” his fingers twitch and crack against one another.

he turns over the document to reveal the dark mirror.

the notepad in the corner blows slightly, revealing the message ‘say you love him’.

his face turns to a light shade of red, seeing the new found knowledge.

who knew his suspicious little human subconsciously viewed him as a dad! it seems his delays have been going well in his favor. by the time the next overblot comes, the mirror shall be gone for good, replaced with another.

of course, he wouldn’t let precious baby be in so much danger; if it were up to him, he would get rid of those pesky mischievous students—they aren’t worth his human’s time!

but he has to thank them, with the help of those troublemakers, [name]’s strength of leaving whittles away faintly ever so often. they might not even want to go only because their bond was so strong!

crowley’s nails sharply tickle the edge of his chin.

oh, still! how it brings him much joy to know that you treasure him so dearly. soon, it will be one of the only things you treasure—if he allows it.

now, he has all the time in the world to listen to that sweet word: “dad”.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere #yandere twst #crowley x reader #crewel x reader #also thank you for being my first request cause it really helped me figure my stuff out with my writing

[babyboibucky]

Angel on Her Knees

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You give Bucky the TLC he deserves.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: SMUT, an overly eager blowjob 😏

A/N: So this is the first blowjob fic I’ve ever done and this is all thanks to @borikenlove sending me ideas with encouragements from my nasty babes @bitchassbucky and @sarge-barnes-sir okay tbh I didn’t proofread this because I’m super excited to post this filth 😌 I hope this reached y’alls expectations 😬

MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky’s had a long and rough day, judging by his heavy footsteps and soft grunts when he arrived home.

You were in the kitchen washing the dishes, eyeing Bucky warily and gauging his mood.

“Rough day, babe?” You called out sweetly, your eyes following Bucky as he sat on the couch.

He merely groaned in response, throwing his head back against the back of the couch, his eyes closed and brows furrowed in deep thought.

The scowl on Bucky’s face was supposed to make you feel bad for him, he looked tired and worked up— exhausted actually. Would it be inconsiderate of you if you were legitimately turned on by how your boyfriend looked right now?

You found yourself tilting your head to get a better view of Bucky on the couch. His legs were wide open, stretching out the garment of his jeans across those thick thighs of his; the rapid movement of his chest as he heavily breathed out through his nose, the black shirt he had on only accentuating his pecs.

And his face, did he really have to have that expression when exhausted?

Licking your lips, you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands dry. Your eyes never left Bucky the entire time as you silently waltzed into the living room.

For a super soldier with enhanced hearing, Bucky sure wasn’t attentive enough to notice you when you knelt down on the ground, positioning yourself in between his legs.

“How tired are you, baby?” You purred, holding onto Bucky’s knees.

Bucky jolted in his seat, eyes snapping open when you spoke. He lifted his head up and saw you looking up at him and the sight alone instantly made him forget what he was stressing over.

You on your knees in between his thighs, looking so innocent yet devilish at the same time. How could Bucky say no to you when you were gazing up at him like an angel who looked more than ready to sin?

“Not too tired for whatever it is going on in that head.” Bucky rasped out and lovingly caressed your hair.

You took your lower lip in between your teeth, your hands immediately sliding up from Bucky’s knees towards his thighs. Bucky watched you with half-lidded eyes and his mouth parted as you impatiently fumbled with his zipper.

“Just sit back, baby. Let me do all the work.” You whispered before taking Bucky’s semi-hard cock out of the confines of his boxers.

Bucky let out a hiss when you pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the tip as you wrapped a hand around his shaft. It only took him a couple of kitten licks on the head for his cock to fully harden and you moaned out loud when you felt it pulse against your palm.

His cock was hot and heavy, red and already seeping with pre-cum. And you haven’t even taken him into your mouth yet. Bucky’s hands found purchase on the edge of the couch as he watched you flatten your tongue against his shaft, licking your way back up to the tip and then sucking the head into your mouth.

“Jesus fuck...” Bucky grunted, hips thrusting upwards with need.

You tutted and pulled back, “Stay still and keep your hands on the couch, babe.”

Bucky exhaled through his nose and nodded, letting out a growl when you started pumping his cock in your hand. Your strokes were slow, too slow for Bucky’s liking and good god, the way you were staring up at him was making it hard for Bucky to hold back.

He wanted to take your head and fuck your mouth, wanted to feel you gag around his cock, wanted to see you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

Obviously, that can wait until next time because as much as Bucky loved to take control, seeing you take the wheels on this one was something else.

Bucky’s knuckles turned white when he gripped the couch tighter than ever, his thighs trembling when you finally took his cock into your mouth.

You didn’t go slow, that was for sure. You went straight to it, taking him deep into your throat and keeping him there until you choked. You released him with a gasp, moaning when you saw how Bucky was looking down at you with feral eyes.

“Keep watching me.” You said, darting your tongue out to scoop some of his pre-cum and humming at his taste.

“You’re fuckin’ killing me, sweetheart.” Bucky grunted, scrunching his face in pleasure.

You grinned up at him before taking his cock back into your mouth, hands curling around his knees for support as you went to town. You bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue swirl around the crown of Bucky’s cock every once in a while.

A mixture of spit and pre-cum started dribbling from your lips as you sucked his cock, humming whenever you felt him hit the back of your throat.

Bucky’s jaw tensed as he watched you, your cheeks hollowing whenever you pulled back. His neck and ears were red as opposed to his hands that were turning white as they clutched onto the edge of the couch so tight, his fingers were close to digging holes through the fabric. He was fighting so hard not to lift his hips up, he felt like he was going to combust any time now.

The vulgar slurping sounds of your mouth as it does wonders to Bucky’s dick rang through the air, coupled with the low growls reverberating from his chest.

“God, baby...fuck...you’re sucking my cock so well.” Bucky moaned, throwing his head back as he focused on how your mouth felt so fucking good around him.

“Watch me, Bucky.” You preened and started pumping his cock with both your hands.

“Wanna see your face when I suck your cock.” You moaned and waited for Bucky to meet your eyes before sucking him back into your mouth.

Bucky let out a growl when your hand squeezed his balls, fondling it in your palm as you continued to bob your head.

The whirring sound of his vibranium arm caught your attention. Bucky was so close, so so close and he was holding back from lifting his hips up that the plates on his arm moved on their own.

You smirked, mouth full of Bucky’s cock and then you sucked him so hard that he came without warning. Ropes of his cum filled your mouth, some escaping from your lips and dripping down to your chin.

“Goddammit!” Bucky grunted and grabbed your head, trying to push you back when you continued to suck.

Bucky was moving his hips away but you refused to let him go, pressing your hands down on his thighs to keep him in place. You sucked and flicked your tongue, ignoring the string of curses that left Bucky’s mouth.

“Baby...jesus...s-stop babe...” Bucky’s moan was never like this, high-pitched and so wanton and it spurred you to keep going, curious to see how long Bucky could take.

Bucky’s toes curled inside his shoes, his entire body feeling tingly from how you kept sucking his cock. His head was spinning and yet he couldn’t look away from you as you continued working him up as you eagerly sucked him.

Bucky’s legs began to tremble, pleasure and pain mixing into a certain sensation that he couldn’t even describe.

It was too much but so good at the same time.

Bucky hissed, his lower lip quivering as he let out a loud groan. You slowly pulled back, lips dragging against his softening shaft and tongue flickering on his slit.

You hummed and wiped your chin clean with the back of your hand. Bucky let out a deep, long sigh before relaxing onto the couch. Resting his head against it as he tried to catch his breath.

You could see the aftershocks course through Bucky, his cock stirring oh so slightly whenever he shuddered.

“Good god, woman.” He breathed out with a chuckle.

He looked divine like that, his forehead sweaty and entire face red. His brows were furrowed, lips pink and swollen from being bitten down whenever he held back on his moans— it made your pussy clench around nothing.

“How are you feeling now?” You teased and moved on top of Bucky, straddling him.

Bucky lifted his head to give you a kiss, “I don’t think I can even remember my own name. Fuck, I thought you weren’t going to stop.” He said, his hands caressing your thighs.

You giggled, “I wouldn’t if you hadn’t moaned so wantonly like that.”

Bucky burst out laughing, “That was my soul leaving my body.”

You hummed and took Bucky’s vibranium hand, bringing it down to your clothed cunt and letting Bucky feel how drenched you already were.

Bucky growled and stroked your pussy through your damp panties, “How about I let you experience what it’s like for your soul to leave your body?”

It was your turn to elicit a moan so wanton and needy, you were sure that you wouldn’t even have a soul left in your body by the time Bucky’s finished with you.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

hard day ~ pete davidson

word count: 2057

request?: yes!

“Hey can I request a Pete Davidson imagine where the reader has had a long hard day at set and dealing with papparazzi and Pete pampers her. Maybe ending in smut to make her feel special?”

description: after a hard day of filming, followed by an overwhelming run in with paparazzi, he decides to help her relax

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

The sound of the door slamming alerted Pete that his girlfriend was finally arriving home. She had texted him a few hours earlier to say she was being kept late on set, but neither one of them thought that she meant she’d be this late.

Pete craned his neck to peak around the doorway of the living room as he watched (Y/N) stomp up the stairs towards their shared room. He cringed as he heard that door slam shut as well. He knew this meant that (Y/N) wanted to be left alone, but he hated to leave her alone while she was so angry. So, he paused his show and got up to make his way to their room.

Instead of barging in, Pete stood outside their shared bedroom door and knocked. When there was no answer, he tried again.

“Fuck off,” came a groan.

“Hard day baby?” Pete asked her.

“Fuck off for a bit, Pete. I don’t wanna snap at you.”

Pete sighed and decided to leave her be. He knew it was best to let her blow off steam however she felt she had to, but it was hard when all he wanted was to take her in his arms and hold her until the bad went away.

An idea popped into his head. He moved from their bedroom to the bathroom down the hall. He began to run the bath and put some of (Y/N)’s favorite bubble bath in. He watched as the bubble rose so high that she would definitely disappear into them. While waiting for the hot water to cool down just enough that she could get in comfortably, Pete went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Once his de-stressing scene was all set up, he went back to their bedroom. Instead of knocking, Pete just walked in. He found his girlfriend laying face down on the bed. She was still completely dressed in her clothes from the day, which made him feel a slight twinge of sadness for her.

(Y/N) lifted her head just enough to look at Pete before letting it drop back down to the bed. “Go away.”

“I have a bath ready for you.”

(Y/N) rolled over onto her back and looked over at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I think I did, actually. You seem very upset, and we both know how much you love a good bath to help calm down.”

(Y/N) looked at him for a moment longer. She had to admit he was right on that front. She loved to take a nice hot bath after a long, stressful day in order to calm down. But tonight she just felt extra stressed and frustrated to a point where it felt like even a bath wasn’t going to help her.

She couldn’t hold back her giggles as Pete lifted her into his arms and started carrying her towards the bathroom. He played her on the counter and began to strip her of her clothes.

“I think I know how to get undressed, Pete,” she joked.

“But it’s my favorite thing to do!” Pete responded, a goofy smile on her face as he pulled her pants and panties down her legs at the same time, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

“You do light up like a child on Christmas when I take my bra off,” she teased him, noticing his eyes lingering on her chest.

“Your tits are my favorite gifts,” he agreed, tweaking her nipple just once to satisfy the urge inside of him. (Y/N)’s legs tightened a little at the gesture. Pete noticed, but decided not to say anything just yet.

He helped her into the tub and poured her a glass of the wine.

“Aren’t you joining me?” she asked as she took the glass from him.

“I’ll join you in a nice glass of this expensive wine we have,” he said. “But this is your de-stressing bath. I’ll just sit here and watch and drink for a while.”

“That’s romantic,” she said, sarcastically. “I take a nice hot bubble bath all by myself, while my boyfriend sits on the toilet.”

“Hey, could be worse. I could also be naked while I’m sitting here. Imagine how weird that would be.”

(Y/N) crinkled her nose before she started to giggle. Pete smiled as well, feeling a sense of pride in making her laugh.

They both sat together for a while, just sipping their wine. (Y/N) felt her body relaxing in the hot water as she laid her head back against the wall behind her. This really was what she needed after such a long day, whether her more frustrated self wanted to admit it or not.

“What had you so worked up in the first place, babe?” Pete asked as he filled her wine glass.

(Y/N) groaned. “You’re ruining the mood, Pete.”

He chuckled. “Okay, sorry. Just asking is all.”

(Y/N) sighed and lifted her head again to look at him. “Remember how I texted you to tell you I was asked to stay a bit later in order to finish a scene? Well, that ‘a bit later’ turned into three hours later because the director kept making me film the scene over and over and over until he finally decided it was okay. Not perfect, not even great! Just okay. He put us through hours of reshooting just to decide he was going to go with the okay take! Fucking bastard!”

“What was his problem?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Beats me! Apparently nothing was good enough for him. Wasted three fucking hours filming just to get an okay scene. Then, when I left, I was tired but I wanted to spend at least an hour with you, so I decided to go get coffee. The minute I stepped out of my vehicle I was swarmed by paparazzi. I don’t know how they figured out where I went, but they would not leave me alone. I ended up not even going into the coffee place cause I could not get around at all.”

Pete reached out and took hold of one of (Y/N) bubbly, wet hands. “I’m so sorry, babe. I do get how much the paparazzi shit sucks, but on top of an already bad day? That fucking sucks so much?”

(Y/N) sighed and ran her thumb over Pete’s knuckles. “It does suck. I have to go back to set tomorrow morning and I’m dreading it so much. How am I supposed to go back there after spending so long filming that last scene today? I’ll kill the director the moment I see him.”

“You wouldn’t even hurt a fly baby, let’s not pretend here.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “You’re right, I can’t.”

The silence washed over them again. (Y/N)’s eyes trailed to Pete’s hand. She looked at it for a while, just lost in her own world as she absentmindedly ran her thumb over his knuckles. Then, she started thinking about his long fingers inside of her, curling just right to hit that spot inside of her that drove her over the edge every time. She felt a heat growing between her legs, and if she wasn’t in the bath already she was certain she’d be soaked.

“What are you thinking?” Pete asked, breaking her out of her trance. She looked up at him suddenly, eyes wide with the shock of being caught.

“Uh...” she said, trying to think of something to say. She didn’t want to tell Pete she had been having sexual daydreams, but then she realized what was the harm of telling him? They had been together for quite some time, it’s not like she’d scare him off by telling him anything. “I was thinking about your fingers inside of me.”

Pete’s pants grew a bit tighter at this. “Really? Pretty specific thing to be thinking about.”

“Well, I’m here holding your hand. I’m thinking about things that relax me. Your fingers definitely cause me to relax a lot when they’re down there.”

Pete placed his wine glass on the counter next to him and pulled his shirt over his head. (Y/N) watched in slight confusion, before realization washed over her when Pete’s hand disappeared under the water. He nudged her legs open and slowly ran two fingers up and down her slit, teasingly.

“You feel so wet already baby,” he joked, a smile on his face.

(Y/N) couldn’t contain her own smile and giggles. “You’re such a fucking do - ”

Her playful insult was silenced as Pete pushed two fingers deep inside of her. (Y/N) gasped, her head falling back against the wall behind her again. Pete started pumping in and out of her very slowly, making sure he wasn’t hurting her with what he was doing.

“Is this what you were thinking about baby?” he asked her.

“Fuck Pete,” she breathed. “Fuck yes this feels so good.”

Pete curled his fingers in a way that made it easier for him to hit the right spots. (Y/N) let out a moan and tried to buck her hips against his fingers, but he used his other hand to ease her back down.

“Just sit back and let me take care of you baby,” he said. “I’ll take all your stress away.”

Pete’s erection was becoming nearly unbearable as he watched (Y/N) coming undone in front of him, and felt her warmth wrapped around his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, to really fuck any stress left out of her. But at the same time, he didn’t want that. He just wanted to make her feel good, to wipe the memories of he day away.

(Y/N)’s free hand wrapped around Pete’s bicep. Her nails dug so deep into his arm that Pete knew there would be marks there once she pulled away, maybe even full on scratches or blood, but he’d wear the marks with pride. He usually did whenever she left them on him.

He began to speed up his pumping. He felt (Y/N)’s thighs clenching around his hand, as if she were trying to hold him there. Breathy moans were escaping from her lips as he body began to tremble.

“Fuck Pete,” she breathed. “Fuck, I’m starting to feel close.”

“Yeah?” Pete asked. “Are you gonna cum all over my fingers baby?”

In response, (Y/N) moaned again. Pete picked up his pace a little more, causing her moans to become screams of pleasure. He could feel the tension building up in her as he body prepared to let go.

Pete leaned forward to kiss (Y/N) gently on her lips. “Cum for me, princess. Let me feel you.”

With those words, (Y/N) came completely undone. She screamed Pete’s name so loud he was sure the neighbors would hear her. He felt her clenching around his fingers and he wished he could actually feel her wetness and not just that of the water in the tub.

(Y/N) was breathing heavily when Pete was finally able to pull away from her. He stood and grabbed a nearby hand towel to begin drying his hands. (Y/N) watched him, a cloud of lustful fog still blocking her as she tried to recover from her high. Her eyes shifted down to Pete’s crotch area, where she noticed the evergrowing buldge.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked, a lazy smile on her face.

Pete smiled back at her and leaned down to kiss her again. “That’s okay babe. You enjoy your bath until it gets cold.”

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed together. “You don’t want me to do anything for you?”

“Well I didn’t say that,” Pete said. “But for now I just want you to unwind. We can fuck later on. I’ll make you forget your entire day then, maybe even your own name if you’re lucky.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I hope I’ll be lucky then.”

She smiled as she watched Pete leave the room to change his clothes. Despite her teasing words, she felt like she was already the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazing man by her side.

#Pete Davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson smut #pete davidson x reader #imagine #one shot #request #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[limitlessgojo]

Too Much to Handle

Type: One-Shot (Completed)

Warnings: NSFW !!! , Explicit Content

Tags: Orgasm Denial, Smut, Slight Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, BDSM, Edging, Crying, Creampie, Pwp

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Noritoshi edges you every single night for 5 days. But edging you repeatedly, may not have been the best idea.

You currently have a very pleasant sex life with Noritoshi, your beloved boyfriend. Everything was in place. Trust, mood, and of course, safe words.

Adzuki (red beans) to stop. Matcha to slow down. Simple as that and usually nothing went wrong in the bedroom. You were on birth control pills, which made it so much easier for the both of you.

"Hey, how do you feel about orgasm denial?" Noritoshi asks you one night. You've been curious about it, knowing that you have good stamina and a solid track record of being patient.

"Sounds okay," You shrugged. You've done all sorts of things with him already in bed, and so far you've loved every single one. "Why not?"

Oh you were going to eat those words of yours.

You both agreed to edging you and only you for 4 days, while Noritoshi got to come over your body at the end of every session. He loves seeing you covered in him. Smelling like him.

You enjoyed it at first, loving it when he pumps his cum over your lips. Then you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, taking in as much cum as you can. His soft groans and praises make you light up.

He carefully thrusts two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he presses a vibrator against your clit. Removing them everytime you come near climax.

He was able to watch and experiment with your body a lot. Knowing exactly where your sweet spots are, and what makes you cum.

Noritoshi found it simply divine. Hearing you sob and moan his name so beautifully. Begging and promising to do anything in exchange to cum. Your hips lifting and following the vibrator everytime he moves his hands. Pink pussy watery and so wet, but unable to cum. Twitching and fluttering around nothing.

How your mouth waters as you stare at his long fingers.

He gives you consolation from time to time, letting you suck either his fingers or his dick. He also leaves sloppy wet kisses in your inner thigh and against the skin around your clit, making your hips push up.

You fall back against the bed after every session. His cuddles and kisses trying to cover up for the aching feeling down between your legs.

But on the night of the 4th day, you were at your limit. It was actually so frustrating to be edged, only to be stopped. It was difficult to fall asleep after.

You were miserable and horny, but incredibly excited for the next night.

Only for Noritoshi to suggest something else the next day, "Do you think you can try for one more night?" He asked.

You gulped, seeing him look not so secretly pleased. 'He looks like he's really enjoying this. I don't wanna disappoint him.'

"Don't worry, I'll let you come tonight. I just have some ideas in mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He smirked.

"Okay. I'll be good for you." You meekly answered. His smile was so warm and loving, you forgot about your needs for a bit, hugging him tight.

"Such a good girl for me darling. I love you."

"I love you too Toshi."

But you were at wits end later that night. Stark naked, with the addition of handcuffs and some ropes to hold you down. Your legs spread far apart, exposing your quivering cunt.

It's been 2 hours of edging. Scratch that, it's been 5 nights. You were close to breaking.

You sobbed for the millionth time that week as Noritoshi kissed your pussy and sat back to pause.

He pressed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your legs shook, only to remove it as you started trembling.

"You can't come yet." He said softly, yet firmly.

"Why not?" You gasped. "I've been so good for you."

Noritoshi's eyebrows raised. "Because I say so." Edging you multiple more times. He was so focused on your body that he failed to see tears streaming down against your temples.

"Toshiii," You were full on sobbing and shaking. "Please let me cum. Adzuki! Adzuki! I can't do this anymore! Adzuki!"

Static white noise.

Noritoshi heard his pulse thunder against his ears upon hearing you use your safe word. Never had you ever used it before. Not even when he tied you up and fucked you over 5 rounds that one night until you were a sobbing drooling mess.

"Nuh-no more!! No! Don't want!" You babbled and shook your head, trying to move away from him.

His heart broke to see you like this.

He dropped everything, undoing your ties and massaging your limp arms, pulling you close as you cried frustratedly into his chest, cuddling and frantically hushing you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were apologising as you shook your head and pushed him away.

No. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"Baby I'm the one who's sorry. Shhhhh, Toshi is here. Okay, I'll stop, I'll make you cum. I promise." He rushed the words out in a hurry.

"I'm sorry," You kept repeating apologies, crying and shaking your head. You didn't seem to hear a word he was saying.

He pressed his lips tenderly into yours and breathed air into your mouth. "Follow my breaths." He commanded.

That tone. He used that voice you could never resist listening to and following. So you slowed down your breathing until you matched his pace. He rubbed slow circles onto your back.

"You're such a good girl. The best, my one and only angel," he softly cooed. You preened, feeling yourself slip further into a subspace. Your head felt so foggy.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked gently as he finally notices your tears and wipes it away.

Your lips started trembling, " buh-Because I cuh-couldn't do it anymore. I'm not *hic* good enough for yuh-you. I wuh-wanted to come but you…. said… hold off longer… can't-" you started breathing heavily again but he kissed you to distract you.

"No, no that's not your fault. That's mine for not taking care of you properly. I pushed you way past your limits. I'm sorry. You are more than enough for me, you know that. Can you forgive Toshi?" He nuzzled into the side of your face.

Deep inside, Noritoshi was actually losing it. Mentally slapping himself for letting you feel this way to the point you had to use a safe word. He never wanted you to feel this way with him.

"But I wuh-want t-to feel good together with you. I can handle maybe 3 days of no cumming, but 5 is too much," You hiccuped.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I know that now. Whatever you want, I'll do for you now. Okay?"

You looked up at him with the biggest eyes ever, his heart clenched. "Anything?"

"Anything. As long as it won't hurt the both of us, I'll do it for you." He promised.

For someone who was so desperate to come, he watched you become shy. But the words that came out weren't, "Make love to me. Cum inside me Toshi." You begged him.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He quickly set to removing his clothes and fixed the bed, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

"Like this. I wanna face you. Stay close." You whimpered, holding out two hands.

Missionary position. Noritoshi's and your personal favorite, because of how intimate it is. He pushes your legs far apart, revealing your aching hole.

You were still loose from the stretching he did earlier, but there was a slight burn as he entered you. You welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His cock was inside. His cock was inside of you. Finally!

You teared up again, wanting this for so long.

"Shhhh," he tried to calm you down as you cried some more.

"So happy, you're finally inside of me Toshi," You sniffed.

Distantly, Noritoshi thought he heard something like a tightly coiled string snap. You looked absolutely delectable right now. Pussy a bright red and your face a teary mess.

He was rock hard down there as he started out with deep and shallow thrusts.

"Yes, yes, more, give" You moaned, hooking your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling all the way out.

"Anything for my angel." Noritoshi sucked on that tender part of skin under your ear.

You felt him glide in and out of you and it was such a relief against your vaginal walls.

You went on like that with him for a while, with Noritoshi stroking your cheek, making sure you felt good as he started to move faster.

But something felt off. "Toshi," You cried.

"What is it baby?" He looked over you in alarm.

"Can't cum. Don't know. Feels weird." Your body wasn't used to it anymore, the sensations feeling familiar but not exactly the same as before.

You felt absolutely horrible, your body was at that knife's edge of tipping into orgasm, but it wouldn't.

"Listen to me okay? Let it happen. Do you trust me? Do you trust your Toshi?"

You looked up into his eyes, and was surprised by their intensity. So dark. His hair, his eyes, his expression. His focus was 120% on you. On making you feel good.

You loved that about Noritoshi. He was incredibly sincere and pure hearted about everything he did. "Yes I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too Angel. Hold on tight." He let you grip onto his shoulders as he held onto your hips and started slamming his hips up and down, driving his cock so deep like it never did before.

He watched as you yelped at a certain angle, and changed his thrusts to hit that soft spot deep inside.

Your arms shot out to grab the sheets beside you as you keened, feeling intense pleasure while Noritoshi hits your G spot repeatedly.

"Please, please," You whined, tears falling past your cheeks, breaths uneven.

"There there now. Toshi is here. You're allowed to cum anytime. I will give it to you." He kissed away your tears and pressed close as he continued to pound into you.

Your breath hitched, feeling him poke against your tummy. "Toshii, I ugh-" you started to lose coherence as you felt a wild spark of heat down below.

"Let go." Noritoshi refused to come before you did, holding off his orgasm despite how your velvety wet insides molded and squeezed him perfectly.

He reached down with one hand to furiously rub your clit, lighting up all the nerves in your body. He used his cursed technique to move faster and faster, hips moving at an unearthly pace.

"Toshiiii-ahhhhn!" You screamed as your body violently convulsed, your pussy creaming around his cock and contracting madly as you finally came. It was the hardest and most intense one that you've ever experienced.

"That's it, my angel, come for me." He praised you as your screams increased in pitch and volume. He held you down as you thrashed about, not wanting you to slip off of him.

You tightened so much that it almost made him cum right away. Almost.

Noritoshi hooked his arms around your legs as he chased off his own orgasm. Skin slapping harshly against skin. He pushed in at a deeper angle.

"Yesyesyes," You moaned despite still reeling from your orgasm high. "Fuck me, fuck yes, more!"

Noritoshi was practically snarling as he continued pummeling into you, finally cumming and stuffing you full. "So tight! You've been so good for me, and look at you. You're perfect baby."

You trembled even harder upon feeling his dick throb and the cum slosh inside of you.

"Are you still coming? You're such a good girl, coming on my cock like this. So pretty." He grinded deeper and continued playing with your clit and nipples, making you twitch as you rode out your second orgasm gently.

You made sounds of choking and gasping which made him slow down. "Is that too much for you? It's okay baby. It's okay."

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a string of incoherent sounds, like a baby's babbling. Noritoshi smiled.

He made you cum 4 more times and stuffed you well past your capacity, feeling his seed seep out of your cunny and run down your ass. Pressing you down against the mattress as he rutted into you as he continued spurting loads inside of you.

You refused to let him pull out even when he grew soft.

"Stay."

And so Noritoshi did, because he promised you anything you wanted.

You sniffed quietly, but he heard it of course. "Baby" He cooed as he held you closer, but you refused to look into his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're still mad?"

You pouted, but shook your head. "I agreed to it. I wanted to be so good for you-"

"You are," he cut you. "You are so good. 5 days as opposed to the original 4 nights. I really was supposed to make you come tonight. And you did so well to make it this far, but I won't push you to do something like this anymore. It's my fault for extending it."

You shut your eyes. "I thought you would be disappointed if I told you I couldn't do it. You looked so excited to try out so much stuff in the bedroom." You bit your lip hard, but he reached out to stop you from doing that.

You sucked on his fingers while he pressed his lips against your forehead. "I won't be disappointed if you tell me no. I need to know the extent of your boundaries, so we can work out what's best for the both of us. Don't think I'd leave you for someone else who could last a week without cumming just because. That's not how I feel. I want to experiment with you and you only. You understand?"

You finally looked up at him and you were shocked to see how worried he was. Eyebrows all scrunched up. A big frown on his face. You kissed him, "I understand."

He pressed in closer. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Toshi. I'm so proud of you."

You let out a sob at that. And he patted your back as you cried off whatever heaviness you had left inside of your chest, emotional baggage now a lot lighter.

"You're right. I was scared you'd leave for someone who could handle you better in bed." You whispered after you finally calmed down.

"Mmm, not gonna happen. Ever. You're stuck with me. Forever."

"Forever sounds nice Toshi."

Author's Notes: When I say that I'm so down bad for Noritoshi, I legit am on Noritoshi brain rot. And me being stuck at home with a lockdown is definitely fueling this XD. I'm supposed to be working on Blood Bound, but I couldn't help but write this because I felt the sudden urge to.

Hope you enjoyed reading! - Mon

#Jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk imagines #Noritoshi smut #kamo noritoshi x you #kamo noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi smut #kamo noritoshi #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk angst #noritoshi x y/n #noritoshi x o/c #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x oc #jjk x you #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen smut #noritoshi hcs #noritoshi headcanons #jjk hcs

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello Miss Raven!Could I ask for headcannons of what would the first years do in a christmas party?(wondering how each of them would act and would it possibly end in chaos XD) Thank uuu and always take care♥️♥️

I haven’t been to many parties myself, so 😅 I hope these are okay! (I also tried to make it less of a “Christmas” party and more of a “holiday” party, since not everyone celebrates Christmas.)

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Ace is the life of the party, bringing all the cheer and excitement that comes with the holidays with him when he sweeps into the room. He’s so excited to finally be allowed to party without having a certain red-headed tyrant breathing about following the rules down his neck!

Ace is in a singing mood, but he doesn’t sing your usual holiday songs. No, he decides to write his own dumb lyrics (which usually involve making fun of other people). A classic line is “Jingle Bells, Deuce Spade smells, Crowley laid an egg🎵” (which earns him a hard punch in the arm from his classmate).

You’ll find him somewhere brightly lit and surrounded by a circle of guests. Ace has snuck in a deck of cards up his sleeve and uses it to amuse others with simple card tricks, sleights of hand, etc. (though Sebek loudly bellows that it’s “false magic” from across the room).

Ace tries to do the trick where he cleanly yanks a tablecloth away without disturbing any of the food or drinks laid on the table, but he messes it up and sends it all crashing on the floor, making a big mess. Before Riddle’s angry voice parts the crowd to seek out the culprit, Ace is already scrambling to hide somewhere until his dorm leader’s rage tides over.

Towards the end of the party, Ace (first checks to make sure Riddle isn’t watching) wraps leftovers in napkins and shoves them into his pockets, hoping to salvage them for later. It’s not every day when he can eat fancy stuff, so he wants to be able to chow down some of this extravagant food later. (When Deuce later asks why his pockets are bulging, Ace shushes him with a jab to the side.)

Deuce is up for a party if he’s invited, but he’s even more eager to go if his friends are tagging along! An event’s always made more fun when he’s got good company with him—and Deuce has always got you and the other first years at his side!

He tries to show how mature he’s become in the past year by acting all solemn and serious... but he quickly loses sight of that and gets caught up in the festivities. All the glittering lights, the shiny decorations... it really gets his blood pumping, to the point where he’s shouting excitedly the entire night.

Deuce discovers (non-alcoholic) eggnog and nearly cries over the raw egg in it. He downs it all in one swig to honor the baby chick that gave its life for the eggnog (ignoring Ace when he asks why Deuce is tearing up).

Later on in the night, he happens to run into Coach Vargas, who, upon spotting the emptied glass of eggnog in his hand, challenges Deuce to a drinking contest. He (stupidly) agrees and walks away with a loss, a terrible stomachache, and an intense need to make a trip to the toilet).

He excuses himself in the middle of the party to call his mom and wish her a happy holiday! “I wish you were here too, mom. I think you’d really like it,” Deuce tells her, clutching his cell phone to his ear. “I’m having a lot of fun here with my friends.” In that moment, he realizes how truly lucky he is to have these people in his life. And there, out in the snowy veranda, he nearly cries again—this time, tears of gratitude.

Jack’s not one for social gatherings; he’d rather enjoy the snowy season by his lonesome. He’s the type of person that’ll go to a party only if his friend group or family already is, whether that’s the first years, his actual family, or his upperclassmen in Savanaclaw.

Speaking of upperclassmen, Ruggie recruits Jack to stand guard at a table while he packs dishes away into plastic containers he brought along with him. The wolf’s scary face and tough physique scare other guests off, giving Ruggie plenty of time to monopolize the food. Jack’s all to eager to help (although he’s unsure about how he feels about Ruggie mooching.)

Even though Jack doesn’t really like socializing or joining in group events, he does quietly appreciate the planning that went into the party. The sights, the smells, the electric atmosphere... it’s a delight for the senses! He nods and bows to his seniors as they pass, thanking them for their efforts and for inviting him, making his gratitude known to all.

Once Jack is done with guard duty, he grabs some grub for himself and hangs out against the wall in a quiet corner. He observes the others with a contemplative stare which is easily mistaken as him glaring at them, reflecting on the past year and the new one that’s soon to come.

Loud shouting grabs his attention, causing Jack to peel away from the wall and whip his head in the direction of the voices. (“Oi, Jack! Quit being a lone wolf and get your ass over here!” Ace calls, waving an arm, beckoning him to join the you and the first years.) He groans—but, in spite of himself, he smiles a bit and makes his way to meet up with his rowdy friends.

Epel’s not that excited to attend a holiday party. It’s not that he’s introverted, but more like he doesn’t want to put on airs and pretend to be a refined gentleman for people that try to make conversation with him. If he’s going to celebrate, he wants the freedom to do it as loudly and crassly as he wants to!

Epel is a total wallflower at first! He quickly grabs a drink and makes himself scarce, back to the wall and quietly sipping at his cup while he watches people dancing, chatting. If anyone starts to walk in his direction, Epel grabs an appetizer and crams it into his mouth to give the illusion of being too busy to talk.

He’s not used to fancy gatherings like this, so he just feels like the kid that got dragged along by his parents Rook and Vil to an adults’ social function where he doesn’t know anyone else. Epel’s way too out of his element to have the courage to socialize with strangers for the night, so he eventually tries to weave through the crowd, seeking familiar faces to mingle with.

It’s only when Epel runs into his friends that he starts to feel comfortable and is able to loosen up! There’s something about good food and good company that helps him relax and let his rowdy side out—and before you know it, he’s sloshing around his carbonated apple juice and hollering with Deuce to ring in the new year.

Epel rough houses, crashing into his friends and yanking them around to join him in dances! He demonstrates square and line dancing—past times from the Village of Harvest—though he’s really no good at it, so he just ends up spinning around carelessly until he collapses on his back in a sweaty heap of fabric, taking his friends down with him.

Sebek’s in a very jolly holiday mood! When you work as hard as he does, you must also party just as hard to offset it! He’ll show up at the venue in a festive hat and outfit, boisterous laughter signaling his excited entrance.

He’s a big eater, so chances are that if you find Sebek, you’ll find a stack of empty plates not too far behind him. Upon spotting you, he’ll invite you (with a mouthful of food) to join him in the feast (in fact, he’s already piling up food on a platter for you).

Not only is he a big eater, but he’s a big talker. Sebek will proudly share holiday traditions and stories from his home land with the other guests, reenacting scenes with gusto and exaggerated hand gestures. You can tell that he has a lot of passion and pride in the Valley of Thorns and its culture just from listening to him speak!

He tries to act like the “bigger man” by bossing around the other first years and correcting their “insolent behavior”, such as fixing Ace’s incorrect song lyrics (by singing the correct lyrics over him) and preventing Epel from colliding with guests (by tackling and restraining him). Ultimately, Sebek’s attempts to make peace just end up contributing more to the chaos that is NRC’s holiday party.

As soon as he spots someone he knows, he’ll call out to them and practically charge at them from across the room rope them in for a hug and conversation! After all, the holidays are a time to celebrate with friends and family, so Sebek won’t hold back his feelings!!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Epel Felmier #Jack Howl #Sebek Zigvolt #curiouser and curiouser #disney twisted wonderland #Reader #self insert

[avintagekiss24]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖗 | 𝖇. 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖘

→ pairing: beefy shadow monster!bucky barnes x black!reader

→ word count: 5367

→ warnings: 18+ ONLY, dub con, a tinge of somnophilia, exophilia, #monster fucker, smut, sex, rough sex, masturbation, rough masturbation, sex toys, butt stuff, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, voyeurism, explicit language

→ square filled: @badthingshappenbingo​ 

wiping the other’s tears away

→ author note: guys, i’m... this is who we are now. we are monster fuckers. this is based on @idga-buck​ INCREDIBLE ask that was bred from this post. i honestly don’t know if this holds a candle to that ask because, whew girl. that shit fucked me up when i first read it! anyway, hope you guys enjoy because i might be planning a little monster fucker series based off of this and another certain someone that is mentioned in the fic.

→ read hirsute

The stress in your shoulders makes it hard to lift your arm once you finally reach your apartment door. It takes everything in you to shove your key into the lock and slam your hip against the old, swollen wooden door to pop it open, but just crossing the threshold into your sanctuary helps soothe your nerves. Everything falls to the floor within an instant— purse, messenger bag, coat— hell, even your keys. Hopping on one foot to remove a light brown, velvet heel, and then the other as you make your way towards your bedroom, ignoring the lively green house plants scattered around window seals and the living room.

You don’t even bother to turn on the lights. Don’t make a pit stop in the kitchen, or even the bathroom to remove your makeup. Hunger pains be damned. There are exactly two things that will help with this mood— an orgasm, and sleep. Thank God one always leads to the other.

It was 10:12am, just two hours into your work day, when you knew what you were going to need to help forget about this day. Emails piling up, phone ringing off the hook, picking up the slack for coworkers because you’re just so well versed in this… we could really use your help. Took its toll. By 10:12am you were ready to scream, punch your perky, always in a good mood cubicle mate, and rip your hair out— so you knew, right then and there, that you were gonna fuck yourself stupid when you got home.

Perverted thoughts lingered all day as you rifled through old court filings and scoured obscure statutes. Thighs tightened as your sex started to dampen at fantasies of being bent over your boss’ desk. Caught yourself staring, more than once, through his open door as he chatted on the phone, bright blue eyes glinting underneath the natural sunlight that poured into his office, crinkling on the sides as he laughed.

Then he would furrow those brows as he read through briefings. Jaw and lips set tight, eyes squinted as he nibbled absentmindedly on his bottom lip. Big hands and thick fingers made the pen in his hand seem entirely too small. Pink tongue darted out to wet pink lips.

You’ve spent many a night with thoughts of Andrew Stephen Barber; and tonight will be no different.

Dark shadows are cast across the floor and bed, small slivers of moonlight creeping in. The sound of your shoes hitting the floor don’t even register in your ears as you wiggle out of your skirt and panties and fall onto the soft, warm, inviting Queen mattress.

Deft fingers make light work of the buttons on your silk blouse but the other hand can’t wait— slipping down your stomach and between sticky, hot flesh. A sharp inhale fills your chest as you rub slow circles against your clit, pangs of quick excitement starting to fire off. Your fingers push down to your slit, prodding and stroking gently as a new wet starts to slick your muscles.

A lazy smile curls onto your face. The stress of the day starts to evaporate as you melt into the mattress, the circles against your clit quickening, hips starting to roll and push up into your hand. The expensive silk of your blouse falls off your shoulders just a bit as you push it away from your chest, exposing two bare tits and quickly thickening nipples.

You take hold of one— tweaking it slow. Pinching and rolling the nub before palming your tit all together, cupping and pushing the mound of flesh up your chest. A swipe of your tongue— rough and torrid— against your nipple makes you grunt deep. Makes your hips jut upward as you prod that now filthy wet slit and hole.

Muscles flex as the sound of your dirty deed fills the empty space. Wet squeaks and sloshes bounce off the walls as fingers thrash back and forth and up and down against your clit. Heavy, thick thuds of your palm pounding against your body when one, two, three fingers finally slip inside— but they aren’t enough. Not wide enough or long enough to feed the hunger.

Then… there’s a shift. The atmosphere in your apartment— your room specifically— just changes on a dime. The tiny hairs on your body start to stand on end, goosebumps raising on your skin. Your eyes slide open, blinking up at the ceiling as your pumping hand slows down to just a creep before stilling completely. An already racing heart starts to beat harder, lips part, eyes and limbs completely frozen in place as fear strikes you.

You’ve felt this before, at random times since you moved in. Sometimes in the shower or in the kitchen, when you’re getting ready for work, or catching up on a show— but mainly at times like this. When you’re stretched out on your bed, naked, fingers rooted deep in your cunt, when you feel like you’re being watched. Like there’s a thousand eyes on you all at once.

There’s even a chill that takes over the room, sometimes getting so cold that for a brief moment, you can see your breath. You’ve gone to management a few times, who of course did nothing— but a few of your neighbors put your mind at ease, it happens to them sometimes too. It struck you odd that it was mainly just your female neighbors who experienced the random chills, but you brushed it off. You live on the southside of the complex, the sun gets blocked by the surrounding buildings. You also live on the first floor— heat rises, cold sinks. It happens.

You swallow hard, shutting your eyes, trying to center yourself again. A small laugh escapes your lips seconds later— you’re ridiculous. Maybe it's time to lay off the horror movies for a while.

Shrugging out of your blouse the rest of the way, you roll onto your side and pull open the drawer of your nightstand. Out comes the cute little heart shaped butt plug, complete with a pretty pink crystal gem. A small bottle of water based lube is next, and then, the pièce de résistance. Your ten inch tall, two inch wide realistic dildo.

Your stomach tightens with anticipation as you fumble with the flip cap of the small purple bottle of lube. Just a dollop is enough to coat the steel plug, the excess on your fingers used to wet your warm, puckered hole. Melting back into the mattress, you roll your shoulders, let your eyes flutter closed, and grab your bottom lip between your teeth as you massage your rim with the rounded tip, gently pushing.

A soft moan vibrates in your throat as your body opens up. Your hole twitches, clenching tight around the toy as it disappears with a quick pop as soon as the widest part is shoved in, leaving nothing to be seen but the pink heart flush against your hot rim. You draw your legs up, calves pressed against the backs of your thighs, butterflying open as you drag the fake cock through your folds— against your clit— using your slick to lubricate the soft silicone.

Fingers find your nub soon after, slapping quick, before stroking the delicate flesh as you start to tease your slit. The cock head slips in easy, but you're so tight, so worked up and eager, muscles swollen, that it takes a little more effort to swallow the rest. Tiny little wet squeaks fall from your lips, body tenses and curls inward as you push, push, push— mouth falling open, face splintering with pleasure.

It takes not even ten seconds for your body to adjust, hips wiggling and shifting to get comfortable, before you're pulling the massive toy out and shoving it back in. You start to murmur, indiscernible, clipped words filtering through full lips— a hot tongue slipping out, sweeping over teeth as your hips start to get into it.

You’re soon too far gone to notice the black shadows moving around the room. Chalk up the feeling of the little hairs standing on end, the goosebumps popping up across your body to your arousal— and not the two piercing blue eyes that illuminate at the edge of your bed.

~~~

Bucky could reach out and touch you he’s so close now. He’s careful still— almost getting caught by you earlier, his anticipation for your almost nightly show getting the best of him. Making him sloppy.

He’s haunted these walls, these rooms, these buildings for decades, if not a century or more. Seen generation after generation moving in and out, kids growing up into adults, adults growing old, the old dying off— but you— fuck, you’ve got to be his goddamn favorite of them all.

Deep brown skin. Lithe and delicate. A soft little quiet thing, engrossed in her solitude and house plants, more than happy to shut the rest of the world out more often than not. You’re gentle. Your soul, your physicality, except in these moments. When you fuck yourself like this, and it doesn’t matter when— in the mornings when the sun is soft, in the late afternoons, your body covered in the oranges and pinks of the sky, late at night in the absolute darkness with nothing but the moon and the shadows— you’re anything but gentle.

Unrestrained and wild you are when in the throes of your arousal. Writhing and loud, a thin sheen of sweat on your brow. Eyes clamped closed so tight sometimes sweet little tears squeeze out and slip down your cheeks. Two perfect tits, mounds of soft flesh, jiggle and bounce with the aggressive thrashes of your fingers against a glistening, sensitive nub.

Nights like tonight are his favorite. When you’re acutely aware that he’s here, but too scared to really give it much thought. When the fear strikes you stiff. When you pull out that monstrous fake cock and spread yourself wide— stretch that pretty, pink, wet cunt. The squelch, the squish of the foreign object being jammed into hot, distended muscles.

Your smell. So sweet and pungent— distinctly you. It’s constantly on the tip of Bucky’s tongue, filling his nostrils, swirling in his head and chest— taunting him. Intoxicating him. Begging and beseeching him to just reach out and touch. Taste. Oh, to have your scent— your flavor— on his lips to savor. He wants to bury his face between those thighs, drown between them. Slither into you and curl up, take up residence.

Bucky’s gotten bold as of late— now, not even waiting until you’re fucked out and sex drunk, falling into a peaceful, post orgasm slumber to move around. No. Now he shifts while you’re still awake, still fucking— toy sowed deep, fingers slapping, hips snapping, back arching.

You’ve snapped your head towards him once or twice over time as you’ve caught his movement in the corner of your eye. Sat straight up, mouth hanging, eyes wide, chest heaving as you stared into the darkness— waiting. Scared shitless. You even tried to cover yourself, hands over your tits, legs closing into each other.

It made him laugh.

You’re already his. That body claimed— no need to cover it up now.

Even tonight, he’s even bolder still. Right at the edge of your bed, peering on. It’s a damn near perfect view when you get like this— sloppy. Legs splayed open, heels dug into the mattress, hips arched off the bed. Your slick glistens underneath the moonlight, splashed on your thighs, strings connected between two puffy, balmy lips. It’s nothing but an invitation— an invitation that he can’t ignore for much longer.

He pushes his knee into the mattress, and then the other, his substantial weight dipping it. Piercing blue eyes snap towards your face as he stalls, waiting for any indication that you feel him there— a smile curling onto his lips when it doesn’t come. So he pushes closer, settles right at your feet. Reaches out, hovers long, black fingers over your chest— so close that his pointed, sharp nails graze your skin.

Makes you gasp.

Bucky snaps his hand back, but you don’t stop. You shiver. Goosebumps ever present on every inch of your skin— but you don’t stop. In fact, you get faster, harder. Pounding that fake cock into your cunt, pushing your hips higher as you slap and knead at that sticky, swollen nub.

You like it.

You like his touch.

Pride swells in Bucky’s chest. Maybe you’re much more receptive than he originally thought. Maybe it’s the fear itself— knowing you’re being watched by something, not someone— is what turns you on. And it makes Bucky bolder still.

He looms over you, hand pressing into the mattress right by your head. Head tilting as he leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against your cheek. You jump again, mewl loud when his nails scrape against your skin, between your jiggling, bouncing tits. He wants to fuck you so bad. Stuff you full of his monster cock— he knows you can take it. Knows you can stretch wide for his veiny, dripping prick. Suck those pretty tits into his wet mouth, those hard, perky nipples between his sharp teeth. But he won’t, not now.

You’re so close.

And this is always the best part.

So he pushes away, away from the bed. Hovers up near the ceiling, eyes shifting from their brilliant blue to pitch black so he can enjoy your finale. Then he’ll wait a while, maybe a few nights— maybe a few hours, who knows—  to encourage an encore.

With a little help, of course.

~~~

You cry out, shrieking into the darkness as the coil planted deep threatens to snap. The chill in the room has your nipples hard, but the heat blooming across your skin has you damp and sticky. There’s gusts of something— splashing over your naked body— but the windows are closed. The air conditioning turned completely off.

It feels like breath. You’d swear it— and it’s so close. Like someone, or something, is right on top of you. Shudders wrack your body, adrenaline rushes as ice floods your veins. Alarm, panic, sheer horror gripping you.

But, you cum before you can rationalize it. Before you can pinpoint it.

It’s so sweet, the orgasm, so deep as the warmth of it spreads like wildfire. Toes curl hard, so hard they go numb as the waves crash, each one harder than the one before. Heart in your throat, the blood rush in your ears. Muscles spasming, clenching and clamping down around the silicone cock, clit jumping with each contraction of your cunt.

It lasts for awhile— your body knowing that this is what you needed. So you ride it out as long as you can, fingers still rubbing and thrashing against your clit until it’s too sensitive. You stuff the cock into you one last time and leave it there, fixed so deep as your body falls back against the mattress. Your asshole constricts around the plug, twitching and fluttering as the last jerks of your hips start to subside.

Chest heaves with deep, long, ragged breaths. Tits pushing up and down, jiggling, stomach flexing as you go limp. Limp and fucked out. Asshole and cunt used, hot— weeping lube and cum. You’re a mess. A beautiful, sated, sloppy mess.

A lazy smile on your face, eyes hooded, you stare up at the ceiling. Unaware that you’ve found two black eyes just perfectly— stare right into them as they peer back at you.

Sleep starts to pull, a mushy, hazy brain giving in all too easily, not giving you time to recognize that you’re being watched again. That there’s a presence looming just over you— all around you. Or maybe, it's a mechanism. Maybe you don’t want to recognize it. So you roll over onto your side, shimmy underneath the blankets to gather some warmth. Shut your eyes and give into the sleep— vow to stop watching those cheesy scary movies so late at night.

They’re making you paranoid.

-

The sting of cold on your extremities makes you stir. Letting out a yawn, you flex your toes, pulling the blankets up to your chin as a chill ripples through your bones. You roll onto your back, and push out a breath, not opening your eyes to see the white puff of air. Another shiver, a deep one, rolls through you again, making you shift underneath the blankets and push your face into the pillow.

Moments later is when you perceive a warmth. A soft moan trembles in your throat as you smash the back of your hand against your face, still teetering between sleep and consciousness. The ache between your legs grows harder to ignore— the warmth, starting to sear. Your hips buck soft. Another groan scratches at the back of your throat.

You’re writhing within minutes. A white hot molten pooling in the pit of your stomach and spreading out to the tips of your fingers and toes. The cold nothing but a distant memory as the familiar burn of lechery encompasses your tight body.

It feels so real— a long, forked, rough tongue lapping at your folds, swishing around your clit. You jump suddenly, gasping deep when something like teeth, so many sharp teeth, nibble and bite at the meat of your thighs. There's pressure, pressing down on your stomach and wrapped around your thigh as you draw your knees up slow, digging the balls of your feet into the mattress. The pressure, it’s warm and vast— something like a palm… there’s scratching, quick little tickles over your stomach, your tits, your ankles and calves.

Fingernails. Long, jagged fingernails.

You give in to the fantasy— the dream. Not opening your eyes, not giving into the consciousness that tugs at you, not wanting to lose this euphoria. The pressure on your stomach gets harder, heightening the sensation of the tongue against your core and almost pinning your writhing hips to the sturdy mattress.

The tongue, rough and wet, slithers through your folds, flicking quick against your clit before the mouth sucks you right up— lips, clit— right into it. Tongue flattening against your slit, teasing your pink opening. Then, oh God, and then it slithers inside, that tongue. Massages your hot, swollen muscles from the inside. Your body jolts up, away from the mattress, a breathy, drawn-out snarl bursting from your lips.

You fall back against the mattress— liquify into it really and let your hands roam, finding your taut, thick nipples. Tweaking and rolling them, pinching between deft fingers before palming your tits feeling the goosebumps that have popped up on your flesh again. Your knees fall apart, legs splaying open, putting your swollen cunt on full display for this invisible force.

It’s not long before your hips are jutting up into the dream tongue, the lips, the teeth hard and fast, a sharp sting piercing your clit just as you start to cum again. Loud, shaky moans fill the room as your hips pulse and your back arches. Cursing, whaling as the dream tongue swipes and flicks, lips wrap around your nub again, sucking hard, coaxing every last drop of your release out of you.

Thighs, stomach, arms, cunt burn as a delicious stretch, a used ache settles deep in the exploited muscles. Long, hoarse breaths fill your chest, the air rushing so fast, and yet so slow that it makes you dizzy. You couldn’t move if you wanted to, everything is just so fucking heavy.

Brain is mush again, cloudy and dense, stupid with ardor. Lazy, broken moans vibrate through your vocal chords, body twitches with quick aftershocks every now and again, making you giggle. You feel like you’ve been hit by a mack truck. It’s so nice.

Once your breathing has slowed back to normal, you roll your head towards the window, open your eyes just enough to see the moon cutting into the room. Relief floods through your veins, happy to find it’s still night time, still dark, your room still moody, giving you time to fall back asleep with the pleasant thoughts of whatever just happened— but you’re a mess again. Skin sticky and damp, panties ruined. Your eyes droop and close as you push out a soft breath, hand slipping down your body. You should really clean up.

Maybe in a few minutes. You push your knees together slowly, swaying them back and forth as your fingertips find your clit, toying with it gently. They calm your jumbled nerves quite nicely and immediately— the touch familiar. Your fingers stretch out, tips push down just a little lower as you smile stupid and lazy and blink slowly up at the ceiling.

The smile doesn’t last long.

Your eyes pop open as a simultaneous sharp gasp fills your chest with cold air. Blood runs ice cold through your veins.

“Good,” a scratchy voice sounds as your fingers push through a tuft of thick hair just between your legs, hot breath sticking to tacky flesh.

Shallow, quick breaths squeak through your teeth, eyes wide, lips and chin trembling as your limbs grow heavy— oh so heavy. Frozen. You slam your eyes shut when a hand slides slowly up your side, serrated nails skipping across your skin. A sob chokes out as you slam your eyes shut, fear gripping every inch of your body.

The wet, long, hot tongue of your dreams swipes at your core again but you’re still sensitive— jumpy— hips pushing down into the mattress to get away from it. A second hand grabs your hip, squeezes it hard, stilling your lower half as it laps at you again. The crawling hand finds your left tit, cups it— kneads it slow— rolling the thick bud between even thicker fingers.

“Look at me.” The voice sounds again, like gravel, low and rough.

Your clit is sucked into an instant warmth, a wide, flat tongue massaging— rolling— gently. A soft, tiny little noise thrums in your throat as a shudder ripples through already irritated muscles. The sound pleases whatever is between your legs, as it chuckles deep, the vibrations adding to the sensation of its tongue.

It pinches your nipple— quick, hard— and bites down into the meat of your thigh while also squeezing it with it’s other massive hand, “I want you to look at me.” you hesitate— and it doesn’t like it, “Look at me.”

The chill in its voice forces your eyes open, but you keep them on the ceiling as silent tears trickle down the side of your face and onto your pillow. An influx of air fills your lungs when a hand pushes up to your face. A thumb swipes underneath your eye gently before an index finger curls to wipe away the wet emotion.

“You’re pretty when you cry,” it says, a little softer, still rubbing your cheek slowly, “Look at me.”

Against your better judgement, fighting through the fear, you blink, shifting your eyes towards your drawn-up legs. There are two big eyes, unnaturally blue, probing and upturned, staring back at you, disappearing in the dark as it blinks before they settle back on you. In fact, they stay on you as it’s tongue flicks out at you again, sweeps through your folds, teasing your opening, your clit again. It palms your tit, squeezing before sitting up, exposing it’s true size.

Your eyes follow slowly upward as it towers over you, it’s knees pressing into the mattress, dipping it deep with its weight. You struggle to breathe, eyes flutter quick as your lips tremble, taking in the umbra. There’s a wide chest, thick biceps and forearms and hands and fingers that push your legs back— towards your chest and stomach. Stocky thighs and a—

You gulp slow, sitting up on your elbows as your eyes zero in on the throbbing, weeping cock between its legs. The moon illuminates the pulsing veins running the impressive length, the wet, red, dripping cockhead— cum already dribbling out, splashing on your skin. It’s hot and silky— dense, the cum, as it wipes the spot away with it’s thumb, a nail cutting into your skin.

It grabs itself, strokes it’s massive cock slow as it drags its eyes along your naked body. Another shudder trembles through you when it teases your cunt with it’s cockhead, pressing into your clit, dragging through your folds, prodding at your slit. You let your head drop slightly, let your eyes close to slits, let your mouth drop as it’s fingers skip up and down your thighs, it’s jagged, black nails tickling you.

Errant hips canter upward, pushing your clit against its tip again, coating it with your slick before you let it settle back against your opening.

“Now that you can see me, beautiful,” it’s raspy voice sounds, starting to push into you, “I want you to scream.”

It juts into you hard, pulling a loud scream out of you— just what it wanted. You pant as it pushes, deep, deep, deep, until its hips are flush with yours, cock completely sunk. It doesn’t move right away, lets you wiggle and twitch, hiss and grunt as you adjust to the size— the absolute fullness. Stretched so wide, clasped so tight around this pulsating cock that you aren’t sure that you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

But you’ll risk it.

It locks one of your legs around it’s waist, throws the other over its shoulder, slipping its massive hand down the length, down your calf, over your knee, along your thigh until it’s fingers settle on your cunt— on your clit. Slow circles are drawn into your flesh, a gentle pressure applied as it pulls back, cock dragging out of your death grip. You hiss as it sinks back in, reaching something deep.

It’s blistering after that. Within seconds, hips are snapping, skin slapping against… skin? You aren’t even sure. Long fingers are everywhere, tits, stomach, legs, cunt— gripping, groping, pinching. They venture up to your chin, up to your parted, swollen lips, where they linger. You send wide, innocent eyes up to its blues, tits sliding up and down as you lunge with each thrust— and open your mouth wider, sliding your tongue along the tip of its finger.

When a husky moan rumbles through its chest, your heart soars unexpectedly. It’s pleased with your eagerness— your reception.

You’re empty suddenly. A strong hand grips your side, pulls you roughly down the bed. Flips you over before yanking your hips upward, propping you up on your knees. And then, you’re pinned— an unyielding grip around the back of your neck holding you in place. You grunt and start to whimper,  another bout of fright coursing through your veins as it smashes the side of your face into the sheets and pillows.

It fucks back into you slow, a long, shuddering groan spilling out of your trembling lips, “My pet,” it speaks again, squeezing the back of your neck a little harder, “Such a sweet little thing.”

Reaching back, your fingers graze over a sinewy thigh, taking hold as you start to spring forward with each drive of its hips. You slam your eyes closed, more emotion squeezing out of them. The dull burn is back in the pit of your stomach. Your toes and fingers start to curl and flex as each stroke gets sweeter and sweeter, hitting that deep little spot within.

Goosebumps pop up again. Heat blooms across your skin, filling your face and chest and stomach. Spit dribbles from the corner of your mouth as two pouty lips form a perfect little “o” as you start to shriek, each sound coming faster and faster, louder and louder. Your fingers find your nub again, rubbing and slapping to set this release in motion. The sound of your slick is sloppy, wet— and gorgeous, to both you and it.

You’re cursing, sobbing, begging within minutes, teetering right on the edge. It starts to thumb at your asshole, rubbing the rim gently, pushing just inside— coaxing you on.

That’s all it takes. You tense hard— toes curl, fists ball, stomach clenches— and then stiffen as your orgasm hits. A white hot flushing through as you quake, cunt spasming around it’s heavy cock. Jammed full, orgasm rippling, fingers still thrashing against your constricting clit, you’re dizzy, warm all over, sweaty and freezing cold all at the same time.

Your companion— this monster of the night, lurking in the shadows— hammers on behind you, pumping, gripping, squeezing, pushing you down further into the mattress as his strokes get sharper. Stronger. More forceful.

It gets loud. Growling so deep and heavy that the sound shakes the walls— the bed. God, the poor neighbors. It grips your hip with one hand so hard you yelp in pain, hands flailing, trying to grip and grab anything they can as it fucks into you.

One, two more jabs and it stills quick— and that’s when you feel it. Another white hot, this time all concentrated in your overstimulated, tight, wet cunt. Long ribbons of cum, silk soft and warm, fill you up, up, up— to the brim. It’s cock veins pulsate, it’s girth seemingly growing wider, stretching you more as it unloads. Cock jumping in your tight grasp as cum weeps from it.

You take it all, humming loud and proud, panting as you feel it’s seed spill out, down the inside of your thigh.

It drags out slow, as if not wanting to at all. Like it likes the feeling of your messy, cum filled cunt all wrapped around him. You feel that swollen cock head through your folds again, slowly pushing up and down your clit, teasing your slit. A finger, and then another glance over your asshole— lovingly. Softly. Massaging the twitching rim before burying it’s hard cock between your cheeks, slapping you with it.

“No more,” you plead, voice small and broken and pathetic, “Please, I can’t.”

Another chuckle rumbles through its chest, “Ok sweet girl,” there’s a hand on the back of your head, stroking curly, damp, surely tangled hair, “Such a good girl.”

Hands are back on your skin again, fingers pushing and pulling, adjusting you on the mattress. You’re flat now, splayed out on your belly, legs spread, hands shoved underneath your pillows and head. Balmy skin, puffy flesh is soothed by slow gushes of breath, making you jump and whine more— whimper more. The bed sinks again as it moves, pulled again, your back up against a massive chest and hard stomach.

It wraps around you, slinging an arm and a leg over you, enveloping you in its warmth. Rids your face of the wetness, pushing the remaining tears away with its thumb. Nuzzles in close— a scratchy cheek against your own.

A heavy hand over your heart.

“I like this,” it says soft, tapping along with your heartbeat, “The rhythm.”

You hum again, happily fucked out and cock drunk, already feeling an ache settling into your muscles and bones. Hips and ass push back into its hips, pushing its dense cock against you— wanting to feel it resting against your cunt, “You got a name?”

“Brarthronoz.”

“Excuse me?” you giggle through a deep yawn as your eyes flutter.

It— he nuzzles again, pushing his face closer, “Bucky is fine, pet.”

“Bucky,” you sigh a little, “I like that.”

You fall asleep with the soft rhythm of his breath against your neck.

-

When you wake, he’s gone— but you kinda figured that anyway. The oranges of the sky and rising sun chases away all the shadows. You go about your routine but a little slower— inflamed, throbbing arms and legs make showering and brushing your teeth a little harder this morning.

You look for him though, in the corner of your little kitchen, in that small spot where the sun just never quite reaches.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth when you find a pair of bright blue eyes fixed on you, a little wink encouraging you further.

“Toast?” You ask cheekily, a wide smile on your face as you offer him a plate.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Baby! I love you! 😘 you’ve absolutely been killing it lately and I’m so proud.

Headcanons for how the founders and Izuna would seduce you? (maybe Kakashi too as a bonus if you want🥺)

Word Count: 1,409 Pairings: Hashirama Senju x Reader, Madara Uchiha x Reader, Tobirama Senju x Reader, Izuna Uchiha x Reader and BONUS Kakashi Hatake x Reader Warnings: Slight smut, some degradation kink, fluffy bits A/N: BRO! You are so friggin sweet to me! I love you so much!

This man is a mess okay? He’s not even really sure how to seduce you, but he’s just going to smile and laugh nervously, and honestly...you’re all his all of a sudden.

When he gets a little more confident, he’ll just slowly rub your thigh while leaning in to kiss you. He loves to press his forehead to yours, looking deeply into your eyes.

He loves placing his hands on your waist when you’re both out in public, and when he pulls you closer to whisper in your ear, it just really turns you on.

When you’re at home, he’ll lay you down on the bed gently and he’ll just slowly remove your clothing while praising you and telling you how beautiful you are.

He’ll run his fingers through your hair while you kiss, and he’s very breathy and moany, which he really hopes turns you on.

His gentleness and sweetness is what seduces you fully. He’s just such a sweet man who holds you like you’re a fragile vase that’s going to break.

Hashirama gets nervous a lot, so he hopes he can just woo you with his kindness. You find his nervousness so adorable.

But when he gets in bed with you, and his hands are all over you exploring and touching you in all the right places, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Is this what you like?” He’s very vocal and verbal about it, and he loves watching you moan when he does something right.

As Hashirama spreads your slick folds, and he leans in to whisper something naughty in your ear, this is something that instantly has you dripping.

“You’re very wet, sweetie. Are you having a good time?” He may tease slightly, but he’s never one to be mean about it.

Hashirama loves rubbing your thighs when he spreads them to eat you out, and this really gets your heart racing.

He’ll tie his hair back before diving right in, and that’s the moment you know you’re in for a fun night.

It doesn’t take much from Madara to seduce you. He could literally look at you a certain way and your panties would be soaked.

Madara is big on degrading you, even when he’s trying to seduce you. He knows you enjoy it a lot, and he loves watching your reaction to this.

He’ll be very possessive of you, and jealous too. If you know he’s so into you that he doesn’t want anyone else looking at you, then you know Madara is seducing you.

“You’re mine. Nobody else will touch you or look at you like I look at you,” Madara is big on telling you that you belong to him.

Rough kisses while he’s tugging on your hair to guide your face to his. His tongue will penetrate your mouth and make you gasp.

He loves rubbing his hands up and down your naked body, feeling your skin break out in goosebumps.

Madara might even wear a specific cologne and style his hair in a way you said you liked. He’s a decently vain man, and he loves making himself look good for you.

He’ll buy you little gifts and treat you to fancy dinners, and he loves showing off for you.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you and make this clan bigger,” he’s got a breeding kink, and so he knows he can seduce you with the thought of sex and a baby.

He’s not lying either. When he fucks you, he pumps you full of cum and keeps himself deep inside of you so that none of the seed drips out of you.

He’ll undress you while kissing you so heatedly, all while calling you degrading names. “My little cockslut loves this, huh? Are you desperate for my cock?”

Madara may be rough, but he tries to be sweet with you as well from time to time. He’s gonna praise you when you do something good...like let’s say suck his cock nicely.

Seduction? What’s that? Tobirama is a fucking grumpy man, but he does try his best to get you in the mood.

If he’s not sulking, then he’s going to come up to you and kiss you harshly. He’ll be flustered, but he knows he wants you to feel good.

“Can I treat you to something special?” he’ll ask you silly little questions like that when he means having sex.

Tobirama does sweet things for you like treat you to dinner or give you a full body massage.

One of his preferred ways of seducing you is bringing you into the bath and stripping you, while he frantically kisses your body.

“You’re so beautiful…” he sighs as you both get into the hot water. Tobirama will wash you, and he’ll be very gentle.

He’s also into looking good for you, and if Hashirama pokes fun at him for it, he’s going to get pretty grumpy.

He’ll buy you fancy things like roses, champagne and lingerie. It’s his way of being romantic without having to use his words all the time.

He’ll watch you get dressed in the morning if he’s got time to do so. He loves looking at your body, and he’ll actually tell you how gorgeous you look.

The rare times that he smiles are enough to get your heart pounding. He looks so much better happy, and he knows it but can’t help but be a grump.

He’ll bring you to a private place in Konoha and he’ll just ravish you. He can’t keep his hands to himself sometimes.

Izuna is a flirt. He’ll flirt with you playfully and call you pet names and just be a cutie with you.

“You’re so cute, y/n.” He loves calling you cute and just being playful.

He’ll do cute things like pick you flowers and buy you chocolates. He loves the look on your face.

This man gives the best kisses. They are slow, sensual and sweet and they leave you breathless.

He loves undressing you very slowly, watching as you try to hide your body from him.

“You don’t need to hide, you are absolutely beautiful.” Izuna has a way with words that you weren’t aware of until you started seeing him.

He loves to make you a little flustered. He enjoys seeing your cheeks turn pink.

Izuna enjoys wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in close for a sweet kiss.

He’ll brush your hair from your face, and he’ll place a little flower behind your ear.

“Wanna go somewhere more private with me?” if his brother is being a nosy little brat, Izuna wants to spend some much needed alone time with you.

He’ll slowly kiss up your thighs when he’s going down on you, and he’ll watch you from his position between your thighs. You know it’s gonna be good.

BONUS

Kakashi is hardly aware that he’s seducing you. It’s just his usual behavior that turns you on.

He’ll just be leaning up against a tree, reading Icha Icha and that’s all it takes for you to get excited.

Sometimes, he’ll mutter some sort of compliment your way. It’s not because he doesn’t believe it, it’s because he’s actually pretty timid about flirting.

He’ll do cute things like buy you little gifts and bring you on picnics out in the fields.

“You look so beautiful,” Kakashi is a man of few words when he’s seducing.

It’s all about the actions for him. He’ll get your heart racing with a passionate kiss and his hands on your waist to pull you closer.

He’ll make you blush by reacting strongly to your naked body. He thinks you look absolutely stunning with nothing on except for your shinobi forehead protector.

He’ll massage you and scrub you nice and good in the shower, while kissing any patch of skin his lips can get to.

He may not be the best with his words of seduction, but he can just give you a look and your panties are soaked.

Kakashi is very skilled with his hands, and he’ll just linger on your legs while you wear a short skirt.

You can expect him to slowly tease you, rubbing your clothed pussy and making you moan.

“Is this what you want?” he’ll be asking you tons of questions to confirm that you are enjoying yourself.

Kakashi wants you to enjoy yourself, but he isn’t always sure what to say. Just let him please you ;)

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