#but I need them for when I start messing around with my growing collection of exotics

[luna-light-eclipse]

As thankful as I am for the solstice event for giving me the opportunity for good gear I’m so tired of it. I just want a decent gauntlet roll bls

#luna’s brainbox #destiny 2 #I don’t even wear legendary gauntlets that often #but I need them for when I start messing around with my growing collection of exotics #I can’t imagine doing this for all three characters nuh uh #I think if this type of armour levelling wasn’t tied to an event it’d be cool #but the time limit is mildly stressful for me #I’m gonna miss how pretty the tower looks when the event ends tho

[hysteria-things]

MATT'S STREAM

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and chris’ relationship isn’t out to the public just yet. when he’s on stream with matt, you tease him.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, teasing, dry humping, cock warming, degradation if you squint, p in v, semi-public (?)

ASSUME YOU'RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,521

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hiii i’m excited for this. let’s see how this goes :)

chris sits at his desk, spam clicking and smashing buttons on his keyboard. he talks to his brothers in his headset.

matt’s streaming on twitch right now, meaning that thousands of fans are watching the three of them play fortnite. you’ve been with chris for a few months, yet the fans have no idea. you both collectively agreed to keep your relationship out of the public eye.

hence why you are seated next to him out of frame, watching the stream go down. your eyes scan to his side profile. his brows furrow in concentration, his tongue sticking out as he focuses on the computer screen. you hear the boys scream in his headset, and he slams his hands onto his lap.

“damn.” he grunts out, glancing over at you for a moment and smiling.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” he says into the mic before muting it and taking off his headset. he turns his face cam off and goes into the bathroom to do his business.

he comes out beats later, sitting back in the gaming chair, wiggling to get comfortable. you get up, which gains his attention. “you doing okay?” he asks.

“yeah. just need to stretch.”

before he could unmute his mic and turn the cam back on, you push the chair back slightly to have enough space to straddle his lap. he wraps his arms around your waist and welcomes you closer, kissing your collarbone. “they’re going to think i’m shitting.” he says jokingly.

your arms snake around his neck and you lean back to look at him. “say your camera broke.”

he smirks and puts back on his headset. “i’m back.” he starts. “for some reason, my camera is acting weird.”

“it’s all good. as long as we can still hear you.” matt’s voice replies.

the thin fabric you call panties rubs against his bulge through his red plaid pajama pants. you have a shirt on, one of chris’s FRESH LOVE t-shirts that covers you enough to look like a nightgown. a sensation tingles between your legs, and you start to move your hips slowly.

you hear chris groan, pressing a button on his keyboard. “what are you doing?” he asks sternly.

“i need to get comfortable.” you tease, rocking your hips harder. he opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and clicks unmute again.

you rest your head in the crook of his neck and continue to rock your hips, feeling him grow beneath you. he still talks to his brothers normally, but his performance on the game doesn’t look good.

“what the fuck is up with you, chris?” nick questions into the headphones.

“sorry,” he mumbles.

your hands find their way to the back of his neck and tug at his hair lightly. you breathe heavily to not make any noise since his mic is right next to your head. you don’t even notice your hips rutting and body tensing when you feel your release soak your underwear.

you exhale shakily, lifting your body and looking at the mess you made. there’s a wet stain on his pants on top of his hard-on. you don’t even have to look to know your underwear is ruined.

chris looks at you confused, before following your gaze. you go to get up but he grabs your hips and places you back to where you’re hovering over him. he unties his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. he moves the mic away from his mouth, leaning toward your ear.

“don’t move or make a fucking sound,” he warns in a low tone you could barely hear.

he pushes your panties to the side and guides you down onto his cock, fighting off the hissing noise trying to escape your lips as he stretches you out tenderly and slowly. you and chris started having sex not long ago, but even after a few days without it, you had to readjust again.

this, however, is a first.

you guys never tried cock warming before. you felt so nervous. so excited. so full.

after multiple rounds of fortnite that felt like it lasted hours, your brain felt fuzzy despite not even doing anything. every time he talked, laughed, or celebrated a victory or loss, he’d thrust deep inside of you. and it drove you nuts.

you hear commotion on the other end of the headset. “fuck!” chris screams, jolting his hips further into you than at any other time. your eyes roll ever so slightly, mouth agape as your bottom lip grazes over his bare shoulder. it’s too late to take back the moan that came out of you.

chris’ hands make their way to your ass and squeeze hard, setting a reminder.

be quiet. right.

your patience becomes thinner and thinner, since it’s already been about thirty minutes. too desperate, you start to grind against him.

before he can do or say anything, you grab his mic and fist your hand over it so nobody can hear.

“please let me ride you. i promise i’ll be quiet.” you beg.

“so needy.” he sighs, taking your hand off of the mic and returning to the game.

rutting your hips forward, you start bouncing, your clit swollen from sitting still for so long without doing anything about it. you don’t know, but you could’ve sworn you heard chris groan.

too busy focusing to try to not make a sound by biting your lip, you hear sentences being scattered around from the boys.

“i don’t know, man.”

“this game sucks!”

“is your camera working yet?”

“no, sorry!”

little do they know, here you are, fucking yourself on your boyfriend’s dick like a bitch in heat.

you nuzzle your head in his neck and kiss a spot before biting down to stifle your pathetic sounds. chris hisses at the sudden contact and misses a kill, the other person killing him instead, costing them to lose.

“for fuck sake. chris, are you sure you’re okay?” matt asks in annoyance.

the tip of his cock brushes against your g-spot unexpectedly, forcing a whine out of you. “actually.” chris starts. “i don’t feel good, to be honest. i might log off for tonight.”

he quickly ends the discord call and shuts down his computer, stopping your movements. you look at him with glassy eyes, a frown portraying your face. he runs a finger up your spine before gripping onto your hair and yanking it, making you whimper. “first, you ruin my pants.”

he thrusts himself up into you, taking you by surprise with a gasp.

“then, you tease me.”

another thrust.

“now, you can’t follow simple fucking instructions.”

again.

a broken moan comes out of you, chris slapping your ass. “need me to fuck you so bad you can’t even wait two hours. instead, you get off by fucking yourself on my dick like your life depends on it. so pathetic.”

you whine of embarrassment, yet you don’t want this to stop.

“please.” you breathe out. “i’m sorry. please fuck me.”

with that, chris grabs your thigh with his free hand and starts plunging into you from below. his grip is still tight on your hair. you let out breathy moans left and right since each thrust takes the air out of your lungs. your eyes start prickling with tears from all of the built-up pleasure. “oh my— fucking— jesus— god.”

chris chuckles at your failed attempt to form a sentence. your moans transition into high-pitched squeals when he hits the angle that makes a knot form in your stomach. he releases his grip from your hair and moves it to your jaw, his hand that was on your thigh coming up to your mouth. he shoves in his middle and ring finger for you to suck on.

god, this felt good, and boy was it hot.

drool starts dribbling down your chin as you moan around his fingers and your eyes roll back. chris twitches inside you causing him to groan and take out his fingers, but your mouth still hangs open as unholy sounds come out of it. he releases your jaw and cups your ass with both hands.

“holy shit.” you whine. “i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, y/n. fuck you’re doing so good for me.”

because you certainly don’t have to be told twice, your whole body trembles and you fall forward. your hands cup the sides of his neck.

“i love you.” you moan into his neck as he continues thrusting to get to his release. “i love you so fucking much— jesus god.” you cry out when you feel chris filling you up.

he thrusts a few more times into your trembling body to get down from his high.

“look at me.” he says softly, bringing your head up to make eye contact. he smiles and kisses your lips. “i love you too, ma.”

when you come back to your senses you lift yourself off of him and stumble to his bed to sit down. chris pulls up his boxers and checks his phone that’s been blowing up on the desk in front of him.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fluff

[bedoballoons]

So I was having an ice cream cone earlier. And a thirsty thought came to me. What if reader is eating/licking ice cream while their boyfriend look at reader and started having horny thoughts?! Why lick the ice cream when theres other hotter things out there? Which is them?! 😳🤭 Feel free to choose any types of ice cream~ Ice cream cone, popsicle etc~ 🍦🍨🍧As for the boys, maybe Lyney, Wanderer, Xiao, Wrio, Albedo and any others you love~~

~🦊🐾✨️🍦

Ooo yummy~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Sweet like ice cream~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Very suggestive talking and mentions of tasting the characters! Readers a tease! Slight begging and desperation on the characters part! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, Albedo: love)

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Wanderer, Xiao, and Wriothesley!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney was trying to look anywhere but your mouth...trying to focus on the ground instead of the way your lips encased the icy popsicle, tinted slightly red from the flavours...the way they slowly slid off it...and then were followed up by your tongue that licked up the sweet drips of the melting dessert. He was shivering in his seat, a mess forming in his tight clothes as his mind got the better of him...you had to be doing this intentionally.

"Mon chérie...that popsicle of yours, it certainly looks delicious...but I think those goregous red lips of yours could find something even tastier~"

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo was suddenly no longer intrigued with his paperwork, no far from it actually. All he could see was the ice cream that dribbled down your chin...how you used your fingers to collect it back up and lick it off the tips before going back to the cone itself. He was enraptured with it, feeling himself steadily growing hotter as he watched you,...couldn't you find better things to delight in...

"Albedo, you alright."

"...love, please finish your treat. I...I have a idea for another~"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer grunted quietly, his hands snaking their way onto your waist so he could pull you back into him...so he could watch you snack on your frozen delight while you felt him get turned on between your legs. He was only getting more eager with every kitten lick you took of the sweet creamy delicacy...he wanted you to look just as pleased as you tasted him...and then he hoped he could taste you too...savour every single drop of you slowly.

"Hurry~"

𑁍༄Xiao:

"Please..." Xiao moaned into the crook of your neck, finding it hard to even out his breathing...to keep his hands away from you. Whatever spell you'd casted on him with the beautiful mouth of yours, it wasn't going to go away and till he got to taste you...till your lips were wrapped around him and the cream you were licking up was anything but his own...he needed it. "Please~"

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

Wriothesleys fingers tapped against the solid wood of his desk, normally he'd be writing out the schedule for the fortress...planning the rest of his day, but no. Today you had decided to try some of the homemade ice cream the cafeteria had been serving..and the way you were enjoying it had him unable to concentrate.

You kept licking of the cold creamy goodness of the spoon...taking a second to savour it before going in for another spoon full...if this was your idea of teasing...you were doing a damn good job of it.

"If you lick that spoon one more time, I'll make sure the next thing you taste is me and the wood of my desk as I ruin you against it~"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #lyney smut #lyney x you #lyney x reader #albedo smut #albedo x you #albedo x reader #wanderer smut #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #xiao smut #xiao x reader #xiao x you #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you

[fluffypotatey]

okay so:

the year is 2021. the month is june. the new season of hermitcraft, season 8, has just started, and everything is great! the hermits are all messing around, having fun, building insane things within the first week of the server being active, and generally having a good time. everyone's collected themselves into little factions, pranking each other, and it's all the fun, lighthearted, mostly-vanilla content hermitcraft is known for.

and then the split between minecraft versions 1.18 and 1.19 is announced. the delay of new terrain, and especially of new mobs like the warden, considerably disrupt several of the hermits' plans. but it's fine, they'll figure something out, they're professionals, and it mostly goes unnoticed.

about two weeks later, on november 9th, grian turns to mumbo jumbo in one of his episodes, and asks the famous question that would seal hermitcraft season 8's fate:

"mumbo, is the moon... big?"

suddenly, the fans panic. they search back through videos and streams, and realize that the moon had been abnormally large and stuck in a full-moon phase since october 30th. the Moon Big event has begun.

this is where the roleplay really starts. once the moon's size has been brought up, the hermits start a weird combination of scrambling to figure out why the moon's growing, and how to stop it- but also of ignoring it, hoping it won't be a problem, hoping someone else will deal with it. the moon keeps getting bigger, more hermits start realizing it's going on, and a creeping sense of dread starts to grow. but it's fine. it's fine, right? they do little plotlines like this all the time. they'll figure something out, the moon will go back to normal, and we'll laugh about it when this is all over. it's fine.

and then, blocks start flying away. just floating up out of the ground, and falling right back down! like for a moment, a square meter chunk of dirt has decided it's a ballerina and leaped out of the ground! but it's fine, right? the blocks are coming back. no lasting harm is done. they're going to fix it all... right?

the moon gets bigger. it's growing every day- local hermit weirdguy joe hills measures it every stream. the blocks start flying higher. gravity starts getting... weird, with players getting the slow falling effect at random, and being lifted off of the earth themselves. the players form cults and rituals and whatnot to try and appease the moon, convince it to leave them alone, making plans to escape. nothing works. things keep getting worse, and the moon keeps getting bigger. but it'll be fine. these storylines never leave lasting harm, or at least they never have before. they'll be fine.

and then the blocks stop coming back, just floating into the sky forever. the players have the slow falling effect more than they don't now. the moon is now so big it's visible even during the day, and fills the entire sky at night. they start planning their escapes in earnest, and say their goodbyes. some hermits jump into a void hole in the overworld (it was the centerpiece of their village). some flee to the End, some to the nether, some just fly with elytras and hope they can get far enough away in time. one brave hermit, tango, flies himself to the moon in a futile attempt to blow the whole thing up before it can crash.

but in the end, the moon crashes into the server, and everything they'd built was destroyed. and the whole time, there'd been nothing any of them could've done. season eight was over, a full six months before anyone had expected it to end, and season nine wouldn't start until about three months later. and im still not okay about it.

(here's a cool animatic of the moon's crash! honestly i dont think you need too much hermitcraft knowledge to get the gist)

(also the moon crash happened on the day before my birthday lmao.)

….

holy shit

#ok ok let me see if i have the timeline correctly: #1) s8 begins in June and so does the new update announcement #2) months go by with no issue (that they’re aware of) #3) it’s in November when they realize the moon has been growing #4) does the moon crash in January??? #but gawddam #that is one apocalypse story if I’ve heard of one #also fitting bc i think it was 2021 where we were getting a LOT of asteroid/moon fall movies #idk what was in the air (possibly the pandemic that led to unforced isolation & ppl coped with apocalypse stories) #and somehow that bled through to a Minecraft server???? somehow????? #wild #this also reminds me of an apocalypse movie i watched with a friend called ‘3 Días’ #very good movie btw #highly recommend (it is a Spanish only film which i don’t think will be an issue bc subtitles) #anyway #asks #smp 101 with gumy #hermitcraft edition!

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Keeping up with the Bhangs

This is a one shot from the little series. Read it if you would like it’s on my master list :))

Warning: Angst

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Summary: Being a mum is hard when you have to constantly play good cop, bad cop.

**

"Chan?" She called for her husband. "Chan come look at what your daughter did!" Y/n called again. The sight infront of her was painful. Her little girl was stood in the middle of the room looking so innocent but she had created a huge train wreck around her. She couldn’t believe it.

She tried to keep her cool, she really did but she couldn’t. She heard the quiet footsteps making their way up towards their daughters room. Her anger was being tested and she felt like she was about to blow.

"What is it Y/n? I have a really important-" he paused when he looked up from his phone as he stared at the sight in front of him. "What the hell?" He let out a gasp.

The room was a mess. There was paint everywhere and crayons all over the wall. The collections of toys chan had gotten Soo-min where spread all over the place and her clothers (Soo-min) was covered in dirt, paint and crayons as she stood there looking innocent with the crayon in her hand. 

"Chan look what your daughter did!" Y/n raised her voice a little causing Soo-min to jump. She took little steps quickly to hide behind her father who was now standing fully in the room. It had been obvious she was scolded before this because her little hands were shaking and her lips were quivering.

Chans eyes soften as he loosened the tie that wrapped around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. He was determined to keep his wife calm and fix whatever was going on. If he had time of course.

"Hey, Y/n calm down. Don’t stress out baby. Its okay," He picked up his little girl with one hand trying to remove the paint of her face. Her eyes on the verge of tears as she pouted. "We can just get the cleaners to clean it-"

Chan being calm about the whole situation pissed of Y/n to the fullest because why was he so put together? Why was he such a good calm dad.

"Chan! you dont get it! this is not okay, she constantly disobeys, this is a huge mess! i left her for only a few minutes!" Y/n groaned frustrated as she threw the cups she had collected from the ground into a basket. 

"Y/n, its fine. She's a baby-" the glare Y/n gave him instantly made him shut up and look at his little girl that was basically holding onto his shirt for dear life. 

"M' sorry," Soo-min chocked on her sobs as tears started to spill and she Sniffed. She didn’t understand why her mum was being so scary. She only wanted to draw to make her happy cause she knew how sad she had been.

Chans heart melted at her little pout.

"Its okay mama, no need to cry. Daddy's got you," Chan wiped the tears from her cheeks and grabbed the crayon and paint brush from her tiny little hands. "Y/n look what you've done, now she's crying."

"Chan you cant honestly think this is okay-" Y/n was buffled. Chan didn't think this was okay, did he?

"she's a kid! kids make mistakes, she's still learning. You don't scold her, you teach her," His voice was now loud aswell. He was getting frustrated. He didnt want his children growing up in a toxic enviroment where they get yelled at or abused. That was his worst nightmare. 

“Then fine! You raise them if ur such a good teacher,”

“I don’t have time for this Y/n I have a big meeting coming-“

“Of course you fucking do, why don’t you just move into your office and abandon your kids and pregnant wife!”

Her blood was boiling. It was like she was getting everything off her chest and she needed it.

“Y/n that’s enough. Your acting like a child in front of her!” Chan growled. “You can’t even control this situation without calling and crying for me,” his chest was moving up and down as he was huffing. Trying so hard to control himself but he was stressed and tired and it was like she wanted to pick a fight every chance she got.

"Chan! why do you always have to be good cop. Why cant you see this is wrong? Stop being a bad parent and-'

"Bad parent?" He scoffs and looked up at her buffled, "I'm the bad parent? just cause you were abused when you were younger doesn't mean you have to put your trauma on my children..." His eyes go wide. He didn't mean it. He was just angry. He didn't mean any of it. 

The tension in the air wise thick. The shocked gasp that left her mouth was painful. Her head started to spin. Her eyes turning red as her body started to overheat. The emotions she felt were overwhelming. A panic attack was coming on. Her eyes landed on her daughter, the little girl was covering her ears trying to cover her face in her fathers chest. Was she a monster?

"Papa? no fighting," The little girl squealed as she still continued to cover her ears. This made Y/n's heart break. was it true? was she becoming her toxic mother. 

 "It's okay mama," He comforted her shivering body, "I-Im going to get her changed so i can go back to my meeting. I'll tell the maids to come clean up," he so badly wanted to hold his wife and apologize but with the way she stood in one place he knew he couldn't have the conversation, well not right now. 

The door closed behind him as her little girls sniffles slowly faded in the distance. Y/n was in shock. Her brain was taking long to react. Her hands were cold and all of a sudden she couldnt hear anything around her.

Was she the problem? Was she being hard on the kids? she never yelled at any of them unless they did something horrible, she never intended for the father of her kids to call her toxic. To embarrass her like that.

It was too much, she was done playing tough guy. she was tired of the constant fight of depression. She was tired of her husband degrading her as she stayed home while he was out all night partying doing God knows what. 

She wanted her life back. she wanted to be fun again. She didnt want to be tired all the time. She was tired of being pregnant.

Her face felt wet. Her hands automatically covering her eyes. Heart wrenching sobs leaving her body as she placed a hand on her belly. The doubt of being a mother was creeping back up. The sudden urge to run away and dissapear haunted her conscious. Truth is she was tired of the fake smiles and the big parties and important business people.

Yes, she loved the big house her husband built for them, she loved the grand cars and the golden credit cards but she wanted to feel again. She wanted to be loved again. By her husband. She wanted to be a teenager again, falling in love and being young and free.

She laid on the called floor. Her arms supporting the heavy bump she was carrying. The tiled sending shivers down her spine. The tears still spilling from her eyes until eventually she grew tired and fell asleep.

#skz imagines #skz comfort #skz x reader #skz angst #skz fluff #skz x y/n #skz x you #skz drabbles #skz stay #stray kids drabbles #bangchan angst #bangchan x reader #bangchan fluff #bang chan angst #bang chan x reader #bangchan #stray kids angst #stray kids as boyfriend material #straykids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids x y/n #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #straykids

[anantaru]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 — 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂𝐒

✦ kinktober day 9 — aphrodisiacs feat. dottore : scaramouche : al-haitham : childe x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: nsfw : aphrodisiacs : !!! both parties are consenting !!! : dottore and scaramouche drug you while it's you who drugs al-haitham and childe wee woo

✦ 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄

dottore realized that it indeed took effect on you once he saw you squirm in your chair, tightly pushing together your legs while rubbing your hands together nervously. He's grinning at the sight, how adorable, highlighting how you didn't even think twice before grabbing the aphrodisiac in his hands will never not be hilarious to him. "are you alright, dear?" his tone was dark, feigning innocence as he lightly titled his head, as if he was thinking about something rather deeply.

"yes, of course." you're nodding your head frantically before he carefully walked towards you, getting rid of his right glove to expose his hand. "Spread your legs." you're of course, following his every wish, opening your thighs despite desperately wanting to keep them close, you needed to feel some pressure down there right now. The wetness was pooling out of you in thick spurts, who knows what dottore had given you as he carefully pushed his pointer n middle finger against your heat.

You're breathless, shuddering as you started to grind yourself against his fingers, "Oh my." he's clicking his tongue, dottore wasn't pleased with that little move, you were certain he wasn't, "might I have to remind you on what proper manners are, hm?" you would be lying if he didn't scare you, the hot air which surrounded you only getting hotter as you closed your eyes, his fingers now hooking past your waistband to collect your juices as you longed for them inside of you. Maybe if you're behaving now, he'd actually finger fuck you properly.

✦ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

the second scaramouche pushed the little pill past your plump lips was the moment you saw how his eyelids grew heavy with an almost desperate desire for you. It wasn't clear who of the both of you was more excited, you— who never tried it before and were looking forward to a new experience or scaramouche— who couldn't wait to see you become a drooling little mess only for his eyes to witness.

you were certain it started to effect you once you felt a sudden rush of lust shudder through your body, whining because of the lack of physical affection you felt as you moved towards your lover, who was laying next to you, watching you with eager eyes. You decided to advance closer, scaramouche's hands helping you straddle his body before you lowered yourself to place a quick peck on his lips. "I need you." he's swallowing down harshly upon hearing your whispery voice, nodding in response as that was indeed enough approval for you. The feeling of the drug breaking within you made him lick his lips, fingers digging into your thighs.

your mind was hazy while scaramouche's hands roamed over your body, helping you grind yourself against his growing bulge. At this rate the both of you wouldn't even be able to take off each others clothes, humping against one another like some horny lovers who didn't know any better. "please." you're huffing out, mouth agape as you looked into his mesmerizing eyes, "you're so gone." scaramouche couldn't believe how much you trusted him, laughing at your fucked out state despite him not even fucking you yet. He made sure to savour this moment forever.

✦ 𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

at first, al-haitham was skeptical, like 'i don't think this will work on me darling', he was grabbing onto his pride like a madman, arrogantly taking the pill and pushing it past his lips. He didn't think anything was really up when he decided to lay down next to you, muscles tensing upon feeling the soft bedsheets around his body. Not until he actually noticed how hard he had gotten, it was incredibly painful in his pants, unbearable.

al-haitham's hands flew over his bulge, cupping it before trying to prevent himself from becoming even more miserable, how did he ever think he would be able to suppress a drug in his blood? "fuck." the curses that left past his plump lips weren't stopping, more so did you secretly enjoy them. "It seems like you need help." you're voicing towards him, displaying pseudo like innocence in front of the man as he rolled his eyes at you.

"get to it then." he spat, honestly fed up with the situation, groaning as you pushed his hand to the side to cup his growing bulge yourself. Your hands were heavy on his member, "remember to breathe." you murmured, biting down on your lower lip at the sheer sight of al-haitham's face flushing a bright shade of red. He's such a mess by the time you exposed his leaking member to the cold air of the room, fisting his cock in front of his eyes when he finally came all on your digits and the way he breathed out after that was almost comedically.

✦ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

it did happen quite often for childe to get hard in midst a make out session, sometimes sooner than later. But what he certainly did not expect, was for his cock to get almost uncomfortable hard after a few minutes of gulping down the little play you prepared for him. He truly thought he could handle it when the faintest touch on his cock had shivers run down his spine.

"fuck." he's panting, a few strands of his hair sticking on his damp forehead while the tip of his ears were shining bright red, "be careful." he's looking up to view your grin, it was almost menacing, truth be told it was mostly ajax who took the initiative to worship you during the act, but now it was finally your turn to show him just how crazy you were for him. You're holding onto his pants, dragging the zipper down before freeing his throbbing member, teasingly sliding your fingers up and down his length.

At this point childe was turning into a little mess, whining at every touch you graced him with, muffling his voice with the back of his hand without actually succeeding. "you're so different, ajax." your voice was hoarse, the big smirk on your face taking all the attention, "let me take care of you." The inaudible scream from him was the next thing you heard after taking him in your warm mouth, bobbing your head up and down with his cock throbbing around your plump lips. His release came soon after, hitting him stronger than every other climax prior to this experience and once it truly hit him, he was more than spend, unable to do anything other than shower in his afterglow.

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[eiightysixbaby]

18+ minors DNI

thinking about eddie fucking you from behind relentlessly, your face pushed into the pillows, practically drooling out the side of your mouth. he’s got you completely slumped forward, hands bracing yourself on the mattress, ass in the air. his grip is fierce on your hips, the cool metal of his rings digging into the soft flesh as he pounds ruthlessly into your dripping cunt. you’re moaning muffled profanities into the pillows beneath you, and eddie roughly wraps your hair in his fist, yanking your head up. ‘can’t hear you, sweet girl, what were you saying? stupid little thing blabbering nonsense about my cock?’ he’s purring from behind you, mocking you in your fucked out state. ‘feels - fuck - feels so good, eds. fucking me so deep’ and your words of praise only egg him on. his cock is curved deliciously inside of your pussy, hitting the spot that makes you want to scream his name over and over again. every time your head starts to droop, eddie’s grip on your hair tightens, keeping control. the lewd sounds of skin on skin and the wet sloshing of his cock inside your walls fill the room, your moans encouraging him to keep his brutal pace. ‘like when i fill you up, kitten? need my cock so deep you can feel me in your guts, huh?’ he’s grunting as his thrusts grow sloppy, driving recklessly into you. your orgasm hits you like a train, washing over you in heavy waves, your muscles tensing around eddie’s thick length. he doesn’t give you a chance to recover, just keeps up his work, the head of his cock nudging your insides until you ache. his high follows not long after yours, and he pulls out, shooting his load all over your ass and back, making a mess of you. you collapse beneath him as he presses kisses up your spine, collecting some of his cum on his fingers and pressing them past your lips, inviting you to suck them clean. ‘such a good girl for me, always taking my cock so well’ eddie coos softly in your ear, making you shudder beneath him. ‘let’s get you cleaned up, kitten, hm?’ and with that he leads you to the shower, where he may or may not eat your pussy till your legs give out. he always has to take care of his good girl.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb

[inthedoghousern]

okay

pt II of just this once

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!driver!reader

summary: aftermath of you and oscar's night together in monaco, you made a deal, only once. would you keep it?

contains: allusions to sex, angst.

1.2k words

a/n: quick one. my original ending to 'just this once'. it can be read with pt1 or alone, whatever y'all want.

The sun was rising, and the room felt even warmer with its light. You and Oscar slept in a tangled mess of body parts. Both of your bodies were against each other, with not a single inch separating the two of you.

You wake up first. Your head lightly pounding from the night before. Your mouth goes dry when you look at the other person in your bed. Of course, you remember what happened last night, but now what?

It is only now that you realize the gravity of what had happened last night. You had just slept with Oscar Piastri, your lifelong rival, in a hotel room far from home.

And now, the two of you were tangled together in the bed. Your body was stuck right up against his. You start to slowly pull away from him, and he starts to stir, waking up as well. A little sleep still lingered in your eyes, you didn't know what to expect when he woke up. Would he be his normal self? Would he be shocked? The two of you had just done something incredibly intimate, so you weren't really sure what his next move would be.

Oscar was stirring as well, his eyes fluttered open and traveled to yours. He was not going to be the first to speak though.

“Um- good morning,” you say. His arms are still around you. "Morning..." Oscar says, his voice was still raspy from last night. He didn't take his arms away though, he didn't want to just yet. He was in a bit of a daze trying to comprehend all that went down last night. He was wondering how much of it you remembered, or if you regretted any of it.

You pull away from each other, and you sit up and forward rubbing your face. Oscar sits up too, leaning back against the headboard, looking at you. He was looking from your back to the rest of your body, there was no rush in the movement, it was like he was trying to analyze everything...like he was trying to grasp the full extent of what happened last night.

You clear your throat and pull the covers back, and swing your legs to the side of the bed. You should get up and get yourself situated. Oscar should get up too. Oscar should go back to his hotel room. You're about to get up, but you become hyperaware that you have no clothes on and that his eyes are on you. After last night you shouldn’t care, but it’s different now. You were both hungover, you had just slept together, and you were also naked in front of one another in this room.

You get up and start pulling out clothes from your suitcase, getting dressed quickly. You should shower but you want him to leave first. Oscar shuffles out of bed as you get changed, collecting his clothes from last night and putting them on.

Now that the two of you are clothed and no longer tangled together on the bed it was like you were trying to pretend last night never really happened. Oscar was about to start walking to the door when he paused for a second, "When should we talk about it?"

“We made a deal. One time. We don’t need to talk about it because it’s never happening again,” you tell him. A pit in your stomach growing.

He sighed when you answered, his body language telling the truth of how he really felt about the situation. "Yeah, never happening again." He tried to tell himself just as much as you. But his gaze told another story, he didn't want this to end yet.

His eyes were wandering for a second as a moment of vulnerability came on his face. "Just let me ask you one thing."

You stay silent for a moment. You are scared of what he’s going to say. “Alright,” you answer.

"Did you mean it when you said it was just a one time thing? Did you really mean it?" Oscar asked you. His eyes met yours for a moment before he sighed. "Because if you did, then I'm gonna go. But I just need to know for myself."

“Did I mean it? Yes. Is that what I really want? I don’t know," you tell him. It’s the truth. Yes, what happened between you and Oscar can never happen again, but it was also something you can’t say you regret.

He sighs when you respond, you couldn't give him a direct answer and it didn't surprise him at all. He just nodded as he processed your answer. He wanted to say something, to ask one more thing, to be more vulnerable with you at this moment.

"Did you at all, even slightly, enjoy last night?"

“Of course,” you say softly.

You could tell that this caught him slightly off guard, he wasn't expecting you to be completely honest with him.

"Yeah, right, it wouldn’t have even happened if- yeah, sorry. Then that's all I needed to know I guess. I'll leave." He rambled, putting up a facade of indifference.

“Okay.”

You can’t say goodbye. Just okay.

He looks at you with a bit of longing, he wants to say more to you. But there was a certain amount of shame when it came to admitting how he felt about the whole situation. So finally he just sighed, "Okay."

He returns the same answer before slowly opening the door and walking out.

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part III- 11:45

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #op81

[helpimstuckposting]

I couldn’t get my earlier post out of my head, and then this happened so… I hope you enjoy a little famous!Eddie and dingus!Steve ficlet (ft platonic soulmate Stobin)

Part one | part two | part three

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Steve and Robin had lived in Indy all of their lives. They shared the same schools, same teachers, same jobs, it would never end. They were platonic soulmates in a way they understood but couldn’t explain to anyone else, and that was okay. It worked for them.

Since they graduated, they’d been ice cream scoopers, movie rental employees, pizza makers, delivery drivers, movie theater security, bartenders, and now - surprisingly - musicians.

They had originally started messing around with song covers during their bartending era. Every Thursday was karaoke night, and they were both too competitive to see it as anything other than a chance to win, both trying to upstage the other. After a while, Steve started writing songs in his free time and Robin wouldn’t let anyone but her sing them. She posted their songs on Tiktok and Instagram just to see what would happen, and eventually they made their way onto Spotify and other streaming services.

A few of their songs went viral enough that they had a steady stream of listeners, and spent their free time putting more and more songs together. Their boss even let them play live at the bar on Wednesdays (and of course they’re still just as passionate about karaoke night).

It was a few months into their Wednesday shows when he showed up. Eddie Munson. It was just another bar in Indy, just a stop on their tour, just a coincidence that he happened to choose Robin and Steve’s bar. Steve noticed him during their set, and he was so glad in that moment that Robin was the lead singer because he was absolutely sure his voice would have cracked. Corroded Coffin was one of Dustin’s favorite bands, the kid wouldn’t shut up about them any time a new album or single was released.

Steve knew they were in Indy on tour, he’d witnessed Dustin’s spiral about not being able to afford a ticket, but he couldn’t believe they stopped in this bar. Dustin was gonna freak.

Once Robin and Steve finished their set, they went back to the bar to resume their actual jobs and Steve was once again stunned when Eddie Munson walked right up to him for a drink. Obviously Steve should have expected that, what else was someone going to do at a bar? But seeing someone he knows from the multiple posters plastered over Dustin’s bedroom wall, right in front of him - in the flesh, was beyond anything he could have predicted. Internally, he was absolutely freaking out.

Externally, he tried to keep his professional mask on. Munson was a regular customer, just a guy buying a drink, Steve could handle it without a meltdown. But man was the guy attractive. His band tee was ripped at the hem, jean vest with all its pins and buttons catching the light, and Steve could see the tendon in his neck pull as he laughed at something his band mate next to him said. Steve wanted to bite it.

He finished a customer’s drink, collected their card, and braced himself as Munson stepped up to the bar, a dimpled smile on his face that made Steve’s heart flutter like a dying butterfly in his chest.

“Nice set, man, your friend’s voice is gorgeous,” he said. “Can I get three rum and cokes?”

Grabbing three glasses from the bar, Steve began on the drinks. “Absolutely,” he said, his smile probably nowhere near Eddie’s level. “Are you here often, or just visiting?” Steve asked, attempting to play it cool, like Eddie was just any other person. This is ridiculous, Steve’s gonna throw up. Keep calm.

Eddie looked him up and down and smirked, “Just visiting for the weekend,” he said. A growing lump in Steve’s throat made him want to scream ‘I know!!! I know why you’re here!!! I know who you are!!! Hi!!!’ but he shoved that down as far as it could go, ready to choke on it if need be.

Steve set the finished drinks on the bar in front of Eddie, the musician handing over his card in exchange. “Open or closed?” He asked.

“Open. So, are those songs originals?” Eddie leaned into the bar, putting his face just a bit closer to Steve’s. He was gonna have a heart attack before the night was over, for sure, if Eddie kept this up.

“Oh, yeah, I uh… I wrote them,” Steve stuttered out. This was insane, he could pinch himself, there was no way this situation was happening. Eddie was gorgeous, dimples firmly in place because he wouldn’t stop smiling or smirking, his curls just begging for Steve to bury his hands in them and bring their faces closer. If Steve hadn’t been on the receiving end of hundreds of Dustin’s rants about Corroded Coffin, he knows he’d still want to drag Eddie out back and see what those lips tasted like, if they felt as much like sunshine as they looked.

Eddie nodded appreciatively and looked Steve up and down once again. “I’d love to hear more some time,” he said as he turned to leave, three glasses balanced in his hands.

“Well there’s karaoke here tomorrow night,” Steve blurted out, all attempts at remaining calm flying out the window because was that Eddie flirting with him? How did we get here? “You could stop by if you’ve got any free time.”

Eddie laughed, amusement flickering in his eyes and suddenly Steve remembered chasing fireflies in Robin’s backyard when they were kids. He started walking backwards towards his friends, “I’ll see what I can do!” he said with a raised voice, flashing one more smile that made that butterfly in Steve’s chest absolutely flip out. He was frozen in place, the shock of the whole situation settling deep in his bones. Honestly, Steve wasn’t sure he was still alive. Did he choke somewhere between the stage and the bar? Did he even make it to work in the first place? What day was it?

“Earth to Dingus!” Robin shouted at the other end of the bar. “A little help here?” she frantically gestured around her to the rising number of patrons.

A pretty decently sized mob was forming around the bar, snapping Steve out of his rock-star-induced-coma. He could freak out later in the privacy of his own home, right now he had work to do. And if his brain short circuited every time Eddie ordered drinks, that was nobody’s business but his own (and Robin’s).

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Thank you so much for the encouragement !

#these dingi have somehow snapped me out of my writers block #help I can’t stop thinking about them #I’ve never successfully flirted with a bartender but I’m sure rock stars have a different score sheet #steve harington #eddie munson #steddie #famous eddie munson #platonic soulmates stobin #stobin #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley #helpimstuckwriting

[pastelxfilth]

"I really need to pee, Mommy," you admit weakly, a waver in your voice. "It really wants to come out."

"Will there be a leak inside your panties when Mommy checks?"

You shake your head no.

"You make Mommy so proud," your Mommy husks. "Keeping it inside so obediently."

Your Mommy pushes your jeans down your hips and puts her hand inside your underwear, parting your downright sodden labia, two fingers trailing along your entire slit.

Both of you moan.

Your cunt clenches down around nothing and coats your Mommy's palm with additional pussy juice. "Oh, so very wet, Princess," your Mommy purrs tauntingly. "You've ruined your panties. Holding her pee inside makes my horny slut gush all over Mommy's fingers."

You whimper.

"You would love to hump your cunt against a pillow right now like a little rabbit in heat until it just bursts out of you in a big, big stream, and all you'd be able to do is let it happen helplessly, wouldn't you?" Your Mommy starts rubbing your swollen and oversensitive clit, and you cling to her upper arms to keep yourself upright, choking on your breath. "Yeah, you'd love it. Being forced to sully yourself but secretly enjoying it like such a nasty little thing."

"God." You are barely able to process what your Mommy is saying.

"Mommy's good girl." Your Mommy pinches your button and gives it a few jerks.

"Mommy!" You shriek. "D-don't! I can't concentrate when you're doing this, and then I-" You can't finish speaking, your mouth hanging open in silent ecstasy, hips arching into your Mommy's fingers on their own accord.

"And then? Does it threaten to come out when Mommy's playing with you like this?" Your Mommy gives your pearl an extra hard nudge, then collects more wetness from your hole and pokes at your tiny pee slit. "Hmm?"

"Y-yes, Mommy! I c-can't..." You squirm and clamp your legs shut, forcing your Mommy's hand to still between your thighs. "So full."

"It's okay," your Mommy hushes, putting her other arm around you and holding you close. Her hand retreats from inside your panties and stuffs the cum-soiled fabric into your snatch instead, pressing down on your clit again over the material. "Let a little bit dribble out, Princess."

You bite your lip and put your temple onto your Mommy's shoulder, your rapid breathing puffing against her throat.

"Just a little bit, so there is room enough until we get home."

"Into my panties?" You ask quietly. Hopefully.

"Yes. I know that my whore loves to pee into her undies. Wet them, baby. Have an accident."

You try to relax enough to release a bit but not so much that you can't stop anymore. You can feel your hot pee starting to creep out. Your Mommy keeps stroking you through your soggy underwear. The way the slick material slides over your heated skin feels divine.

"It's coming, Mommy," you whisper.

"You're such a good little pee slut for Mommy, darling."

The first drops trickle out of your hole, and then a tiny rivulet follows. Your Mommy growls and rubs more firmly, thrusting her fingers into the expanding, distinctively wetter spot on your crotch. "Good girl. A little bit more."

One small spurt and then a stronger one. You feel your clammy panties growing warm. Your Mommy cups your entire mound, pushing against your slit, and you grind your cunt against your Mommy's palm.

"Feels so good, Mommy. Want to cum." As minuscule and short-lived as it is, the relief coursing through your body at this moment has you vibrating with ravenous need.

"Not yet."

"Mommy, please..." You claw at your Mommy's shoulder plates, rutting your core against her. "Let me cum, please! Wanna cum."

"Baby," your Mommy warns, hugging you against her, denying you the room you need to move. You're still trying to get stimulation on your clit, pressing deeper into your Mommy's embrace. "I need to cum so badly," you mumble over and over again in a frenzy, reduced to a squirming, incoherent, delirious mess.

"When we get home."

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[roses-for-rosalyn]

Ik k said ellabs x reader roommate fic but this is gonna be a Drabble because my classes finally started and I had to write this twice because I lost the draft the first time 😭😭😭

I have seen stuff going around about tlou authors straying from the original games and stuff and sticking to aus and I agree there should be more fics in the tlou universe. Obviously not saying the au fics are bad or low quality in any way I just sort of miss writing that way. So honoring that my next fic (fic not Drabble) will be in tlou universe :), I miss writing in tlou universe it was funnn.

🔞Minors dni 🔞

Not proof read‼️

So you’re sitting on your bed with spread legs between both Abby and Ellie. You’re completely consumed with their touch, four hands wandering your warming body while you try and control your breathing. They had quickly striped you from each layer of your clothing leaving you in your thin, soaked panties and a bra. You barely even realized Ellie had pulled down the cups of your bra until she began teasing a circle around your sensitive nipple. Abby’s hand is placed just high enough on your inner thigh to drive you wild while her other is threaded in your hair. She is making her way down your neck, gently sucking and licking at your soft skin, making little marks as she went. Ellie moves her tattooed hand downwards, slipping her fingers just under the hem of your underwear causing your stomach to contract for a moment at the surprisingly light touch before you relax into it. They both look at you, your lips were swollen, hair messy, you were a mess just for them. Completely vulnerable to them, silently begging for any touch that would give a moment of relief from the ache that was growing between your legs.

Abby moves her hand to cup your embarrassingly wet panties before shooting a look to Ellie. “Wasn’t expecting you to be so desperate for us princess.” Ellie says with a smirk. “Poor baby, you’re soaking wet and we’ve barely touched you.” Abby says with a mock whiny voice. You can’t help the whimpers that escape your lips as Abby slowly adds more pressure to your center with the heel of her palm. Ellie surprises you when she takes your nipple into her mouth, sending a pleasurable current right to your clit. You mindlessly grind into Abby’s hand, looking for any sort of friction as Ellie continues teasing your sensitive buds. Abby’s strong hand wasn’t enough though, you needed more and you couldn’t even control the desperate “please” that passed your lips. They pause, surprised, but then knowing, mischievous smiles adorn their faces practically at the same time. “What do you want baby?” Ellie asks, “just,” you gasp as Abby begins moving her hand in sync with your hips “please.” Abby shakes her head “Tell us what you need princess so we can help you.” She gently whispers, gently encouraging you. Your whole body warms from embarrassment at the idea of asking for something so explicitly so you remove Abby’s hand and move your underwear to the side exposing your cunt to the cool air. You take her hand and guide it to your soaking folds “I- I need more. Touch me here.” Abby let’s out a short laugh at your desperation but she obliges. She begins moving her finger from your entrance to your clit, teasing you even more, just brushing by where you ached for her. She teases small circles around your clit and you swear you’re in heaven with the way every part of you is immersed in pleasure. Your gasps turn into quiet moans as Abby begins focusing her fingers directly on your clit.

Ellie pauses her movements to watch Abby’s fingers as they begin collecting more and more arousal. “Shit.” Ellie gasps at the sight. Abby smirks, knowing what she wants to come next. “Els,” she looks up at Abby at the sound of her name. Abby pauses and positions herself between your legs, laying down and wrapping her strong arms around your thighs. Abby nods to you “you’re gonna make her feel good while I make you feel good. Sound good?” You nod dumbly and she pulls you towards her so your head is flat on the bed, no longer supported by pillows. Ellie wasted no time ridding herself of her boxers, leaving her in a sports bra as she straddles your chest, her cunt glistening above you. You swear you start to drool a little at the sight. Suddenly Abby’s tongue licks a stripe up your slit and you gasp, she teases your clit in circles with her tongue and you moan loudly at the feeling. Ellie moves up and you grab her by her thighs, gently encouraging her down on to your mouth. Abby picks up her pace growing more and more eager by the moment pulling a moan from you that vibrates through Ellie’s body. She groans and tightens her grip on the headboard, her hips grinding into your tongue. Suddenly Abby begins to tease your entrance with two of her fingers, slowly opening you up bit by bit until she hits that gummy spot within your walls. You moan and mindlessly buck into her hand, pleasure taking over your whole body. It was building to an almost overwhelming point and Abby could tell you were close. “I know you’re close baby but you’re not cumming until she does.” She nods to Ellie, and you take that as a sign to pull her down harder onto your mouth, lapping at her arousal like it was water on a hot summer day. To your delight her rhythm begins to falter, pleasure overtaking her body. Her perfect moans fill the room as she reaches her high, you continue licking until she begins to pull away from overstimulation. You’re still attempting to hold back your impending orgasm as Abby continues her relentless pace with her fingers and tongue. Ellie lays next to you and begins teasing your nipples once again and kissing down your neck, whispering encouraging phrases as you moan and writhe against Abby. “Just a little longer baby you can do it.” She whispers between kisses. Abby doesn’t let up, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust making it near impossible to hold yourself back. Her grip on your thighs was unwavering, keeping you pulled against her mouth as she roughly sucks on your clit. You let out a particularly Loud moan earning an exasperated “fuck.” From Ellie as she watches you soak the sheets. “Alright you can come now princess.” And you finally let go. Your whole body is suddenly being taken over by wave after wave of pleasure. The feeling of Abby and Ellie’s touches sending you into overdrive. Abby licks and sucks at your cunt as arousal begins to drench the bedding. You don’t even recognize the nosies you were making as your organs ripped it’s way through you, you’re pretty sure you saw stars. Abby keeps her tongue on you until you’re squirming and whining from the overstimulation. When you start to come down you collapse into Ellie’s arms and surrender to the two women allowing them to clean you up and take care of you before you drifted off into sleep.

Rahhh I finished it finally. I don’t like it but it’s done yay!! Reposts, notes and comments always appreciated my darlings <33

#ellabs x reader #ellabs #abby anderson #ellie williams #the last of us 2 #abby x you #abby anderson smut #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #abby x fem!reader #ellie x fem reader

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

For Jack “you’re the only person I’d want to live with.”

Living with Jack was interesting... to say the least. The last person he lived with before the two of you decided to take the next big step in your relationship, was Urban, so honestly you were expecting the worst. Two guys living together sounded like a cleaning nightmare, but to your surprise, Jack was very clean and organized.

Sometimes too organized.

You were far from a messy person; your parents had instilled good habits in you growing up, but you could admit that sometimes you had a tendency to leave things lying around. A jacket on the couch, your makeup on the bathroom counter after getting ready, but the way Jack would follow you around the house, cleaning up after you, made you feel like you were a burden to him.

You were in your shared walk in closet, down to your bra and panties, trying to find and outfit to wear to dinner. Piles of clothes were beginning to surround you as you vetoed each top and dress that you pulled down from their hanger. "If you're not gonna wear them, why don't you hang it back up?" Jack asked with a huff, standing behind you.

"Because I have a process. I need to be able to see what options I have left, and I can't do it if its crowded with all of the things I'm not going to wear."

"Baby, the closet is a mess now, and we have to leave in 20 minutes." Jack raked a hand through his curls with frustration, and started collecting your clothes up in his arms.

"Jackman", you threatened without even turning around, "put the sequin dress down." It was cute at first, but you were quickly becoming annoyed with his need to immediately tidy everything up. "I'm just gonna hang these ones up, okay?"

"Jackman Thomas, get out of the closet." You pointed to the door.

"This is my closet too", he scoffed.

"Not right now it isn't. I am not a child. I don't need to be picked up after. So if you can't stand to see these clothes on the ground for a little while, you can go."

"You're just so messy, babe."

"And you're a control freak." That struck a nerve with Jack, the vein in his neck bulging out. "I'm not a control freak", he bit back. He definitely was, in every sense of the word, and when he lived with calm, cool and collected Urban, it wasn't a problem, because Urban would just rather bow out than fight. With you, he was forced to confront the fact that he couldn't always get his way.

"Do you even want a roommate?" You knit your brow together as you looked at him, your arms crossed over your chest.

"No, I don't. I tried that with Urban and 2fo, and it didn't work." Jack chuckled, dropping your clothes back on the ground. You felt a lump in your throat at his confession. Maybe he was realizing moving in together was a mistake. "Okay, then I guess we have-"

"Oh no, baby. That's not what I meant." Jack stopped you, one of his large hands finding your waist. "We're not roommates. This is love and what I hope is a lifelong relationship. There is no getting out of this." He gave you a smile when he saw your face relax. "You’re the only person I’d want to live with for the rest of my life.”

His other hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. "I'm gonna marry you one day, girl." He whispered, grazing his nose against yours before kissing you again.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I can be better about cleaning up after myself." You squeezed his arm. "And I can work on being a little more flexible about everything around here."

"You can?", you teased, "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Ha ha! You're so funny", Jack retorted, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Maybe we can turn one of the extra bedrooms into your own closet so I don't have to look at this mess."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

[mzminola]

Reading oodles of blogs' Percy Weasley tags and came across the idea of Percy becoming a werewolf sometime during the canon plot, and okay, I see the drama and emotional arc potential...

But as soon as I saw "werewolf Percy" my brain immediately leapt to him getting bitten as a kid.

We know Voldemort sent werewolves after people in the first war, that Percy was around five years old when the war ended, that Arthur worked for the Ministry and was against basically everything Voldemort was about, and that Molly's brothers were in the Order of the Phoenix.

So...yeah, final year of the war, either as outright revenge or fulfilling a threat when coercion failed either against Arthur or the Prewett brothers, V sends a werewolf (probably Greyback) after the Weasley kids, and Percy's the one to get chomped.

This just. Completely changes the family dynamics.

How is Percy gonna keep an eye on the younger kids, when he needs to be separate from everyone every full moon? Does he overcompensate as The Responsible One the rest of the time, or has that role not been pushed on him as hard?

How do Arthur & Molly handle interactions between the kids? Especially rough-housing? Percy's got a magical chronic illness now, a growing collection of scars, and possibly feeling ill in the days/before after the full moon (I can't remember how canon that was). But with all the stigma around werewolves, they're not well understood; how paranoid are all the adults about Percy scratching or biting one of the other kids during normal sibling tussles?

I think it's the extra-canonical materials that said the Lupin family moved a lot to avoid anyone figuring it out, but the Weasley's aren't doing that. They've got an established house with seven kids, they're not packing up to leave, and the Diggory & Lovegoods might be a bit far for a walk, but not by broomflight. Do the Weasleys try to isolate in their little plot of land, to avoid neighbors figuring it out, or do they just become super strict about allowed interactions? Do they make up an illness?

I could see them deciding to be strict about interacting with the Diggorys but lax with the Lovegoods, because if Xenophilius starts claiming the middlest Weasley child is a werewolf, no one believes him.

Dumbledore likely showed up immediately in the aftermath (or as soon as he heard, depending on how well hidden they kept the attack) to give the same offer of education he gave the Remus Lupin.

Alternatively, what if they can't keep it secret, because the Death Eaters told everyone? It's supposed to be a way to keep everyone scared, after all.

And of course the details of how Percy in particular got bit affect things. Was he outside when he wasn't supposed to be? To retrieve a lost toy, to get something from the garden, to fulfil a dare from an older brother? Did one of the adults miss a headcount? Did little five year old Percy throw himself in between a younger sibling and the big scary monster?

I think the most positive thing for everyone involved would be for Dumbledore to convince Lupin (because you know he wouldn't intrude on his own) to befriend the Weasleys. Lupin gets a new support network after his old one catastrophically imploded, Percy gets a role model, and Molly & Arthur get a third adult in this mess.

#Werewolf Percy Weasley #fic ideas #fic I am not gonna write this is about all I got #HP tag #Percy Weasley

[maxsimagination]

𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗜 - 𝗺.𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻

warnings: none, two parts

• part 1 • part 2

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"gracias." (thank you.) i thanked the cab driver, tipped him and walked towards the apartment building. i had just moved from london to barcelona, starting a new season at barça instead of chelsea.

it was a difficult decision for me to make, especially leaving my friends behind, but i knew chelsea didn't hold the potential for me to grow as a soccer player. barcelona was known as one of the best clubs in the world, and i had always dreamed of playing there as a little girl.

all my belongings had been transferred into the apartment i had bought. at the moment it was a mess of boxes everywhere. thankfully, there was a bed, couch, table and surprisingly a tv, included with the apartment.

i still had a week until the first training session with my new club and ingrid, who i knew previously from the norwegian national team, had offered to come over and help me unpack. i was sitting on my new bed when there was a knock at the door, i hopped off the bed to unlock it for who i assumed was ingrid.

"hola!" (hello.) the norwegian woman brightly greeted me and gave me a giant hug. i was so glad to have a friend in barça and immediately hugged her back. "hola! thankyou for coming over. i need all the help i can get with this mess." (hello.)

we laughed together and got to work unpacking. it was a couple of hours, but we managed to clear almost all the boxes, the only ones left were furniture boxes that i had pre ordered and had delivered.

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over the last week, i had slowly gotten used to the bustling streets of spain, ingrid showed me around the general area. i hadn't seen any big landmarks or buildings, but i was settling in nicely. it was training day and i had nerves running through my body.

ingrid had shown me all the players already, practically quizzed me on their names, so i was well prepared for meeting everyone. speaking of, a ping on my phone and honk from outside let me know that ingrid was here to pick me up.

i grabbed my duffel bag and phone and headed downstairs. "heii! thankyou for picking me up." (hello!) the norwegian rolled off my tongue naturally, i had momentarily forgotten where i was. "heii jente!" (hey, girl!) she laughed at the language switch, before her eyes lit up. "you should speak norwegian to the others, it would confuse the hell out of them!"

she looked at me with a grin. "prank them?" "sí!" (yes!) we laughed about the idea the whole trip, eventually deciding that it could do no harm and the other players would be curious about it.

we made it to the training ground and ingrid was bouncing with excitement. she grabbed my hand and lead me into the facility. we had to stop by jonatan's office to let him know i was here and introduce myself. "hola y/n. nice to meet you." (hello, y/n.) we shook hands and talked for a bit before ingrid took me out to the field.

jonatan said he would be down there soon so we went to put my stuff down. "girls!" jonatan called out and all the players came running over. "this is y/n. she is our newest player, transferred from chelsea. make her feel welcome."

everyone looked to me and i awkwardly waved at the crowd before me. ingrid took over and told them all that i was norwegian, all the important things. i scanned over all the girls in front of me, one of which caught my eye.

she was shorter than me, tattoos painted all over her body, and bleach blonde hair that had grown out to show the dark brown roots. from what ingrid had shown me, this was mapi leon.

her eyes were trained on me, unabashedly looking my figure up and down. i grinned when i caught her eye, her cheeks tinted pink. our mini meet and greet was cut short when jonatan decided we should start training.

"on the field everyone! we've got laps to run!"

we collectively groaned but moved out to the pitch anyways. i stuck with ingrid throughout the course of training, occasionally noticing mapi joining us more often.

the whole team was sweating when we finished, i made a beeline for my water bottle i left on the sidelines. ingrid and mapi followed and all three of us went to the change rooms so we could shower. "does anyone want to get coffee with me? i need caffeine."

there were a couple of other girls near us that heard me but all were busy. ingrid and mapi agreed and we all head out. it was ingrid who drove us to their favourite cafe that wasn't too far from the club.

when we sat down, mapi suggested we ask each other questions to get to know each other. mainly me and mapi, i knew a lot about ingrid already and the same for mapi with ingrid. it was a fun idea though so i agreed and mapi went first.

"how long have you been in spain?"

her accent was thick when she spoke english.

"one week."

then it was my turn.

"how old are you?"

"28. are you dating anyone?"

mapi was quick to fire another question my way and i laughed a little at that, and ingrid's shocked expression.

"no, i am not in a relationship."

mapi looked mildly relieved at my answer. my turn again.

"favourite food?"

"sushi."

her response was immediate and my face lit up.

"i love sushi too."

we went back forth for a while, even after we had our coffee, until mapi had asked me what my favourite place in spain was. "i haven't seen much, only the barcelona club." a nervous laugh accompanied my words, i don't know why but i felt nervous admitting it. "i could take you out to see?" a small smile slipped onto my face and i nodded.

"i'd like that." i glanced at ingrid who was grinning at the scene before her. we finished up at the cafe soon after then and ingrid drove us back to the club so mapi could pick up her car. we said our goodbyes to the defender and ingrid drive me home.

on the drive back, she was quick to interrogate me. "so, mapi huh?" a wide smirk was directed towards me as i feigned shock. "i don't know what your talking about, ingrid." she laughed at my act, but was equally quick to warn me. "mapi gets what mapi wants, and it looks like you're her target."

"is that a bad thing?" ingrid whipped her head back to me with a questioning look on her face. i just shrugged with a knowing smile. "y/n!" "hey, don't blame me that she's attractive."

we laughed about it the rest of the way to my apartment before stopping outside the building and ingrid letting me out. "i'll see you tomorrow, ja?" (yes?) ingrid nodded. "see you tomorrow." she drove off as i walked into the building.

i made it to my room, threw my bag on the floor and flopped on the bed. i thought over the entire day so far and bees were buzzing in my stomach. i had only just met the team and i was already going on a date with the mapi leon.

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #mapi leon #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine

[grimmbitty]

Introduction to the Rock of Eternity~✨

This was my first time trying to make a drawing with a full background, a character, and shading and it took soOoOo long 😭 lmfao.

Anyways, this is my finished concept art for the train car that Billy gets off of once he’s magically transported to the Rock of Eternity. This version of the Rock of Eternity is a series of floating island that is in the middle of The Magic Realm.

This version of the Rock of Eternity is filled to the brim with jungle and rainforest nature and animals. That is how Tawny comes into the story. Tawny is a magical tiger who is the Wizard’s right-hand pet. They have a magical gemstone embedded in their head that grants them the power of telepathy, allowing them to communicate with others around them. They are not humanoid. They walk on four legs like a tiger and aren’t really fond of wearing human clothes.

I still have to draw the throne room for the champions, that’s where I want The Wizard and Tawny to spend most of their time. Working together as they divide up their time between recording/collecting ancient magic artifacts, resolving magic-related issues, and overall just trying to keep The Magic Realm safe. The Rock of Eternity is a protected hub of information and resources for anyone who is interested in learning about magic.

[ WRITING CONTINUES BELOW ⬇️ ✍️📝 ]

⚠️ Content warning: mentions of slavery in ancient Egypt, mentions of tyranny, clear portrayals of villainous intent, moral corruption etc.

It is a tireless job, that always has a constant flow of work to be completed. This also explains why The Wizard is looking for a champion of magic. He is looking for a pupil to train. Someone who will assist him protecting/saving the other realm. The Wizard sees The Mortal Realm as a mess that is in desperate need of assistance.

The Wizard decides to launch a project where he will expand his influence to The Mortal Realm in an attempt to solve all the problems he sees that plague the mortals of Earth. This project starts roughly about 5,000 years ago, when The Wizard believes he has found a worthy champion, Teth-Adam.

Teth-Adam proves to be a very powerful champion, who actively trains his newfound powers to help harness them to their full potential. He also becomes very involved in his studies of magic. Spending his early adulthood growing alongside The Wizard and Tawny as they eventually form a family-like connection. This joyful aspect of Adam’s life is in sharp contrast to his life in The Mortal Realm. Where he is a slave in ancient Egypt, being forced to help with the construction of the pyramids.

Eventually, Adam starts to corrupt. He returns to The Mortal Realm and begins to use his powers as a tyrant. He successfully frees the people of Egypt from their current enslavement however, instead of letting them roam free and begin to build their own lives, Adam has a different plan in mind. With his arrogance and ego afoot, he decides that he is the one true ruler of Egypt, and seizes complete control of the country.

Adam believes that he is the best possible person to rule over Egypt. He sees himself as a strong, competent leader. A pillar of strength who wants to optimize Egypt to it’s fullest potential. As his overt political power starts to corrupt him, Adam starts to micromanage the Egyptian people, turning the country into a complete and total dictatorship.

The Wizard sees this corruption that Adam is forcing over the people in Egypt and tries to talk some sense into him. Telling Adam that he did a good thing by freeing the people of Egypt however, in seizing complete control over the country he himself has become the one of tyrants he swore to destroy. Adam isn’t hearing any of it, he believes he is different from any previous leaders of Egypt because he has the country’s best interests at heart. Everything he has done in his rule has only improved the country, so he was clearly destined to be Egypt’s one true leader.

The Wizard then realizes that there is no getting through to Adam. They have a dramatic confrontation. The Wizard with a heavy heart, realizes that Adam has grown to be a very powerful advisory and is willing to fight for his rule over Egypt.

The Wizard eventually wins the battle however, doesn’t have the heart to kill Adam because they formed a very strong father/son relationship over the years as The Wizard was training Adam as his champion. As a last resort The Wizard decides to banish Adam to the furthest star in the galaxy. The Wizard reverses Adam’s influence over Egypt. He helps them to establish a proper democracy before returning to The Magic Realm to grieve over what he had to do to Adam, someone he saw as his own son.

The Wizard and Tawny mourn for many moons, causing the Wizard to put an indefinite pause on his project, leaving The Mortal Realm with no champion for the time being.

Fast forward about 5,000 years, The Wizard realizes in his old age, that he is growing weaker and weaker as the centuries pass. He ponders the idea of trying to find another Champion of Magic. Tawny tries to talk him out of it, reminding him of how poorly that went last time and saying there is no reason to want to do that again. The Wizard eventually changes Tawny’s mind once he reminds his fuzzy friend that once the Wizard is dead and gone, that Tawny will be unable to keep up with the responsibilities of the Rock of Eternity all by themselves.

The Wizard doesn’t really want to find a new champion, but he deems it necessary because he wants to make sure there is always enough people/resources to keep the balance of magic. He wants to personally train a mortal to eventually one day take over his duties, guiding them closely to make sure they are on the correct path. Hoping that now that he and Tawny are both wiser and older that they can find one pure, good soul to build into the perfect hero, and avoid repeating their old mistakes.

The Wizard and Tawny search for hundreds of years in an attempt to try and find a new Champion of Magic, but no one they bring to the Rock of Eternity seems to have a completely pure and good soul.

After years and years of tirelessly searching, they eventually stumble upon Billy Batson. Unfortunately Billy, like everyone who came before him, has imperfections and moments of human weakness that lead The Wizard and Tawny to initially discard him as a possible champion.

Then Billy questions their judgment, questioning them if there is such a thing as a “completely pure good person”, explaining that everyone has their flaws no matter how “good” they are. Suggesting that The Wizard and Tawny have been searching for so long because they’re looking for peoples flaws instead of their strengths.

This convinces The Wizard to change the conditions of his search. Deciding to comb over Billy’s mind again, but this time looking for the good within him instead of his flaws. The Wizard begins to see that Billy has a lot of moments that show him being a good kid and genuinely trying to help people, showing that Billy genuinely has a good heart.

The Wizard and Tawny mull over this decision and bicker amongst each other. They eventually decide that the Wizard has already burned thousands of years on this search so far, and they don’t know how much longer he has left to live as it is. Better to choose this kid who obviously has a good heart, and help mold him into a hero than to wait around for another thousand years, possibly having The Wizard die before he ever found a replacement.

And then, The Wizard decides to bestow the powers of Shazam to Billy Batson, making him the next Champion of Magic.

Very shortly after this decision is made, Adam returns to Earth. He has spent the last five thousand years traveling across the galaxy in an attempt to eventually make it back to Earth. He is very hurt by the Wizard’s decision to banish him to the furthest star in the galaxy and seeks to make amends.

However, when Adam finds out that The Wizard has chosen a new champion this sends him into a complete and utter rage. He sees this as The Wizard trying to replace him, both as a champion and as a son.

It’s a total slap in the face to Adam since he just spent the last 5,000 years traversing the cosmos to see The Wizard again. Adam sees it as a complete dismissal of the deep and meaningful familial connection they once shared to replace him with his new champion, Billy.

Adam knows that Billy is on the same path that he once was, being trained by The Wizard and Tawny to become the new Champion of Magic, and that they eventually plan to have him manage/protect The Rock of Eternity.

Adam resents the idea that he could ever be replaced and seeks to seize control over The Rock of Eternity. He plans to kill both The Wizard and his new champion to prove his superiority and “show them” that he was always destined to be the one true champion of magic.

His villainous behavior is not only motivated by his desire to have control, but also by his deep internal hurt of being replaced by Billy. Adam sees the terms “champion” and “son” as interchangeable. To him they mean the same thing, and Adam will stop at nothing to prove himself because deep down he wants The Wizard’s approval.

The Wizard and Tawny were the closest thing Adam ever had to a real family and after spending thousands of years trying to get back to them, he returns only to find he’s been replaced, and that is a pain he’s never felt before.

Adam doesn’t know how to cope with the feelings that erupt within him besides crushing all competition and once again using his tyrannical personality traits to try and prove his worth.

End. ⚡️

Wow that was a long one, lol. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed. I know the writing of this post was a post about Black Adam’s origins rather than The Rock of Eternity, but I hope you enjoyed regardless.

As always let me know what you guys think. I’m always open to suggestions since I’m making my own version of Shazam anyways lol. ⚡️💕

#billy batson #captain marvel #captain marvel dc #dc comics #fawcett comics #shazam #shazam 2019 #digital art #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #black adam #shazam: fury of the gods #Shazam:CoBL

[starryhoonie]

cute boyfriend | y. jeongin

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w// smut,, afab reader,, subby I.N,, pussy eating, established relationship,, “another day” vibe

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Sat on your bed reading your book, your boyfriend, Jeongin, sprawled out on your floor. This was a typical night for you two, enjoying each other's company without having to say anything.

He climbs on the bed and places his head in your lap, giving you the look that says ‘please’ that makes you put down your book. Jeongin excitedly sits up immediately pulling you closer to him. He slams his lips to yours, copying the way your lips move against his own, he slips his tongue in feeling every part of your mouth and savoring the feeling. You pull back making jeongin whine due to the loss of contact. The only thing that can be heard is the heavy breathing between the both of you.

“Baby, not to say I don’t like it but, wow I’ve never seen you like that” you comment a little chuckle escaping your lips towards the end of your sentence.

“I- just I-...” he stutters, the tips of his ears growing redder by the second

“What's the matter~” you coo

“I just wanna feel good, you make me feel so good” he whines

“Awww” you brush his hair out of his face, running your fingers through his raven locks. “Don’t worry baby, i’ll make you feel good”

You straddle his lap, throwing your arms around his neck, feeling him place his hands on your waist. Your lips mold into one another's getting dizzy on just the feeling of having his body close to yours, you move your lips down slowly finding your way to his neck, finding his sensitive spot and latching onto it swirling your tongue savoring the gasp and moans escaping his lips.

You feel his hardening member against your thigh and revel in the fact that you make him so needy. jeongin grips your waist and grinds against your core, surprised you bite down on his neck making him cry out a painful yelp, apologetically you lightly kiss the injury and move up to his ear lobe and whisper,

“I’m sorry baby you caught me off guard”

“Sorry i’m just so- mh hard”

“I know~ keep going I won’t stop you” you smirk

You continue kissing his lips savoring this moment as he grinds himself between your thighs, his moves against you make you both whine. You kiss him with such need and hunger loving the way he moves. The feeling of your bodies pressed together, only the sounds of your collective moans can be heard.

The sight is so lewd, it makes your brain go to mush by just the feeling of his pulsating organ rubbing against your cunt. “Sit on my face” jeongin moans into your sloppy kiss, taken aback you pull away, “Ah- sorry it just came out” he starts rambling “you don’t have to I’m sorry if I-” you shut him up with a kiss, the look you exchange is enough to calm his nerves.

Jeongin lays down anticipating what's to come next, you lift up your skirt and hover yourself over his face, pulling your panties to the side, the look in his eyes expresses only one thing: hunger. He pulls you down by your hips ravenously licking up and down your heat, his lips lock onto your clit, flicking his tongue against it, you throw your head back surprised at how well he is. You grip his hair, yanking his head, the moan he hums makes your cunt quiver.

“fuck how are you so good at this” you moan “i wanna ride your face forever.” Just the thought of that makes Jeongin harder by the second. His hands grip your thighs lightly scratching red marks into them slowly. Before you knew it you were brought to the edge, the combination of the moans and oral abuse to your pussy pushes you over, convulsing cumming into his mouth. He continues sucking through your climax, having to pry yourself off of him.

When you look at him he’s a mess, tussled hair, fucked out expression, drool running down his chin, god he’s so pretty. You look down seeing a wet spot through his pants, he came while eating you out, he’s so cute.

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