#but wouldn't he be one of the most thicc gods?

[dckweed]

hey!! could you please write a hopper x reader smut fic where he is a service dom and the reader is incredibly needy. Age gap if you are comfortable, i was thinking along the lines of the reader is needy at the most inconvenient times but Hopper is a giver hehe. If not, totally fine :) thank you

you got it bby!! pls im a living breathing age gap rn, my soon to be husband is 43 next month and im 23 in September! i quite fondly love to write them as well (within legal age limits ofc!), though im not too versed in what a service dom is but I think i pretty much get the gist of it..

not gonna lie im actually hecka excited for this, this is my first smut fic ive written in so so long, and it's right off the top of my head too bc bet ive been getting my horny ideas gathered all day from the deep dark depths of tumblr-whorism (please, don't act like y'all aren't little sluts for this site). this is actually so long holy shit and definitely not my greatest but better then i was actually expecting it to be.

warnings: age gap reader ( legal age) x dom!Jim Hopper, rough sex, spanking, maybe some choking in there, definite unprotected sex (pls don't go without a condom folks, unless you're actually wanting a child, this is strictly for fictional pleasure purposes only), cream pie, cheerleader kink? is that a thing? semi-public sex..maybe some size kink? maybe thicc reader bc as a curvy girl, ive noticed there's no curvy girl reader fics for him out here. squirting.

anywhore, i present you with:

'ALWAYS SO FUCKIN' NEEDY BABYGIRL..' jim hopper x female reader

Now look, your previous lovers wouldn't have called you an overly needy individual, some would have even called you lame (and it was entirely their fault for not knowing how to fucking handle you), but if there was one thing you knew for certain it was that Jim Hopper would have absolutely everything to say against their statements. God, you knew he thought you were fucking annoying half the time, you and your needy fucking cunt begging for him at the most inopportune times, but what could you say? Something about Hop just fucking brought out the whore in you. Maybe it was the authority that swelled off of him in waves, maybe it was the way that he was so much bigger than you, and anyone you'd ever been with or maybe it was the excitement of how much older than you he was, or the thrill of not getting caught. You couldnt pin it down, nor did you really want to. You loved what you had with Hopper, and honestly you think you're starting to fall in love with him too, not that you'd tell him that. But you'd like to think that he loved what you guys had too, despite how fucking needy you could be.

He wouldn't ever complain though, because really he loved it, he loved the way your begged for him, the way your pussy fit around him so fucking perfectly it was like a glove molded perfectly to fit him, to please him in anyway that he saw fit, and it never disappointed, and he always made sure his babygirl was fucked so good that it made her stupid, it was quite honestly one of his favorite pass times, he loved it, and he thought that he even loved you too, despite the age difference.

If he brought out the whore in you, you brought out the animal in him, and the animal was already thrashing against it's cage, ready to be released into the wild to claim what's his. He sat on the bleachers, he was plain clothed tonight, harder to recognize but not for you. Your eyes were drawn to him, no matter what sized crowd or what you were doing, and tonight, well, you couldn't look away from him, your eyes boring into him like the heat from a million fires, the same heat that you felt boiling in the pit of your groin .God, you thought, you really did get needy for him at the worst times.

It was the first football game of the season, and you were out on the field in the midst of your first halftime routine. Now that you were finally in your senior year, and now that you were finally eighteen, you had been made head cheerleader. You had taken the task to heart, updating some of your dances, changing your uniforms from the ill fitting sweaters to the cuter, cropped tops that hugged your torso perfectly but still left little to the imagination, hell you had even held a cheer camp over the summer (that hop had made every excuse to come visit), which included auditions. You had even gone so far as to ad the most muscular looking boys you could find as well, as bases for better stunts. You had plans this year, you wanted to win some competitions, put your names out there, and if you were being honest, you were pretty proud of your work.

It was evident in the way that you swayed your hips to the new beats of your guys' tracks, evident in the way that shit eating smirk slid across your face as you looked in the crowd over your shoulder, the one that clearly stated that you knew you were hot fucking shit. You could feel his eyes on you, following your every move, it only drove you to go harder, to make sure every step was perfect, every last beat until you finally finished in the air, one of your male bases holding you up, hands firmly gripping your foot and ankle on one leg as the other was stretched up by your head as you and the rest of the girls screamed 'GO TIGERS!' at the top of your lungs as you let your base pop you off, throwing you into the air before catching you.

"Your boyfriend is here." One of the girls, one of your friends, Susie, teases once you're all on the ground. You feel your face flush, okay, so maybe one person had caught you guys, but thankfully she wasn't dumb enough to go blabbing all over town. She snickered, rolling her eyes at you before turning you around and pushing your shoulder forward. "Go get him, I can smell the horny radiating off of you, I can handle the last of the routines."

You were going through make a noise of protest, but good heavens she was fucking right, you could practically feel your need for him dripping out of your cheer panties. You look for him in the crowd, but he's not in his spot. With a pout you put your hands on your hips, before quickly going off field and around the side of the stands, in the pale brightness of the stadium lights you find him slowly making his way towards the parking lot, his leather jacket a giveaway that it was him.

"Hop!" You call out, jogging to catch up to him, he stops, turns slightly to look at you. Your tits bouncing in all of their glory, your skirt bouncing too, showing off the shake of your thick thighs that he loved to bury himself between. You see his fist clench, and his throat move as if swallowing deeply. "I wasn't expecting to see you here..enjoy the show?" You ask, hopping onto his back.

Hop grunts at the action, his hands going immediately to your thighs to keep you from falling, holding back a groan at the way you squeezed him in response. He could have taken you right then and there, your little show had been more than enough for his cock to stiffen terribly, infact he was on his way to take care of it in his car, he thought you wouldn't notice him leave. "Sure did, babygirl." He says, continuing to walk a little bit, though this time he headed towards the school building. He had a feeling where this was going, and he couldn't risk it in the school parking lot. "Thought id come see you after how hard you worked all summer, glad I did."

You hummed, appreciative at the slight praise, leaning your chin on his shoulder. You breathed in his scent, and you couldn't help but squirm. Something about the way he smelled had always turned you on, and god, you were already turned on enough by him as it was. You wondered if he knew that, he always seemed to know, he could read your body like it was his favorite book. He squeezed your thighs, a silent warning to stop moving, the small action, the feel of the his large, rough hands on your bare skin cause a small whimper to escape your lips, right near his ear.

You felt him stiffen beneath you, his stride stuttering for the briefest second before continuing. "Are you such a fucking cock whore that you're needy for me in the middle of your halftime show? At your fucking school no less?" He asks quietly, his voice gruff. He knew you, he knew by the way you were staring at him in the bleachers, and he knew by the way you hummed at his praise, he knew that you fucking wanted him. And as he'd been learning since just a few weeks after your eighteenth birthday last Christmas, always at the most inappropriate times. Almost a whole year and he still couldn't get his fill of you, nor you him it always seemed. He wondered if he ought to do something special for you sometime..

You groan at his words, and as he swung open the side door of the school, near the locker rooms and a few classrooms, you felt yourself grow wetter. You knew, that per usual, you were about to get exactly what you wanted from your chief, and you couldn't fucking wait. Suddenly you felt a sharp sting on the bottom of your thigh, and you yiped. He had smacked it. "Answer me, babygirl, use your fucking words or ill take you right back out to that field, horny and frustrated and ill leave you like that until i decide you're worthy of the pleasure you want from me." He knew just what to say to get you going, just the right words to use, and just the right tone of voice.

You whimper at his voice, his words just barely echoing in the dark, empty halls of your school. "Yes, Jim," you groan out, trying not to grind against his back as you feel his muscles move underneath of you and his coat, giving you just the faintest hint of friction that you so desperately needed. "I'm such a needy fucking whore that I want you to fuck me dumb right here, in my school, during my show..please baby..please i need you.." you practically begged, your voice dripping with the want of your arousal.

As usual, hopper can't help but give in. He finds a classroom with the least amount of windows, facing away from the parking lots and the fields..dark, and once he gets the door open, he drops you from his back, pushing you in before closing the door.

His coat is off in an instant, dropped to the ground as he stalks towards you, trapping your short, curvy frame between him and the teachers desk with his large, muscular arms. You stared up at him, eyes wide and innocent looking, though he knew you of all people were the farthest thing from it.

He grabbed your face in one of his hands, the other sliding all the way down to your short skirted ass to grab a handful of the meaty flesh it was trying so desperately to adorn, as he pulled you in for a rough, heated kiss. You groaned, the stubble of his beard and mustache tickling your face, making you ache to feel it between your thighs, though you knew you didn't have time for that.

You reach down, your hands fumbling with the button of his jeans before you finally get it, unzipping and pushing the tight fabric down his thick, muscular thighs. You brushed your hand against his already raging hard on, your fingers hooking in the waist band of his underwear to push them down, sinking down to your knees with them. Or trying to anyway, Jim's hand goes straight to your neck, wrapping around it gently, but firmly as he pulls you right back up, damn near making you cream your self at the action.

You see him shake his head in the pale light the moon provides, and you pout. "No time, baby," He says, patting the desk behind you. "Ass up here," He says, hand still in your throat, ensuring you do as you're told. Immediately his hands move your cheer panties to the side, the thick material soaking wet with your arousal. "Oh fuck baby.." He groans, feeling how wet you were with just a brush of his fingertips. "Already dripping fucking wet for me, huh?" He says, voice low and husky, just the way you like it. He doesnt you the time to answer, you feel the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your soft, wet cunt, coating himself in you. You moan at the feel of it, bucking your hips up just ever so slightly, inviting him in to you like the greedy, cock hungry whore you were for him.

You didn't have to wait much longer because before you knew it, you felt yourself stretching around his long, thick cock, taking it all in inch, by fucking inch until you swallowed it up whole. You couldnt help but clench around him, keeping him in place for a moment, with a quick squeeze of your throat, you let him go. Without warning he he pulls almost all the way out of you, before giving a strong, sharp thrust back in. You gasp, your eyes closing and your legs spreading wider to take him. "Oh fuck, baby.." You whimper as he does once more, twice more..

You feel his hand tighten and a low guttural sound escape him, and fuck it just sounds so good that you feel yourself start to drip down his balls from how fucking turned on you were by him in that moment.

"Always so fuckin' needy, babygirl." He grunts out, feeling you drip down him, hearing his skin slap against your own. He grips your hip almost meanly, using it to hold you in place, his fingers digging into you in such a way that he knows he's leaving bruised in your perfect skin. "Always take me so fucking good while I fuck you silly, don't you?" He coos, looking down at you. He keeps a steady, unforgiving pace and he knows he must be hitting every fucking spot inside of you because you can't even form sentences for him right now, just a string of grunts and half thought words as your thighs tighten around his waist, holding him there.

"Such a needy fucking cock whore, always wanting me when you can't fucking have me.." He continues to grunt, his eyes never leaving your face. He feels you start to spasm around him, and fuck that almost sends him over the edge because even in the dark you look like a fucking goddess having the brain fucked out of you underneath of him like this. "Always wanting me in places where everyone will know..you want all of those silly boys to know that only a real man knows how to fuck you right? Hm? Is that it?"

Another few moments and you're coming unraveled beneath him, coming so hard that he feels you vibrating under him, but he's not done, not yet. "Good fucking girl, getting so drunk on my fucking cock.." He says, praising you in all the ways he knew you liked. "You look so fucking gorgeous coming undone under me like that..fuck, I want to see it one more time baby..ready?" Before you can answer, hell, before you can even start to see straight again, he starts moving inside of you again, the same pace as before. Your already overstimulated pussy practically begs him to stop, but god, it still swallows him up so well that he can't bring himself to.

"Holy fuck, Jim.." You manage to spit out, your head rolling back, but your eyes never leaving him. "Oh fuck baby you feel so fucking good, i love it when you feed my greedy pussy every fucking inch of you.." You spit out despite the hand that's back around youer throat. His hand is at the top of your throat, thumb and fingers digging into your face as he drags your head up to his, sitting you up in more of a way that gives him better access to you. He kisses you deeply, the action muffling the small scream of pleasure that comes from you as he manages to hit your sweet spot every single time now, turning you back into a dumb babbling mess almost immediately. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..' You groan out, feeling your second orgasm start to hit you like nothing you've ever felt before. "Ohmygodohmygod.." You managed to squeak out, feeling the overwhelming orgasm actually splash out of you, squirting all over the both of you.

"Holy fucking shit babygirl.." Jim grunts out, looking down between you both. That was probably the hottest thing you'd ever fucking done on him. "Oh fuck..shit..im gonna fill that needy pussy up so fucking good baby, and then im gonna take you home and we're gonna fuck until i make you do that again.." He grunts, feeling himself start to follow you over the proverbial edge. "Fucking hottest shit I've ever seen you do, such a fucking whore for me that you actually squirted.."

You groan loudly, overstimulated, over fucked, and excited by the sheer fact that he had pretty much just promised to fuck you into oblivion once he got you into his bed tonight. "Fucking hell baby, please fill me up, please jim i want your cum so fucking bad baby please let me feel it all...fucking over me..just like that baby.." You groan out, damn near coming a third time. You felt him come so hard that it hit your walls and immediately started falling out of you with him still in you, still going.

After a few more moments, he stills, panting as he leans over you, bringing your mouth to his in a sloppy, passionate kiss. God, you fucking loved him.

He starts to chuckle as he leans his head against yours. "Holy fuck, babygirl..you're so doing that again for me tonight.." He says, pulling his pants back up before helping you stand, only to have to carry you on his back again when he realized how weak your legs were.

"Fuck, Hop..that was...fucking intense.." You manage to get out, not even arguing as he places you into his truck. You really hoped Susie was smart enough to realize where you were and to cover for you with your parents if they asked, because you knew there was no way in hell you were going home to yours tonight.

#jim hopper smut #chief hopper smut #hopper #stranger things smut #stranger things #david harbour #david harbour smut

[jamayah]

Heyyy, Bookieeee

I was wondering if you could write about Gojo with a Black S/O who's a Stallion. Like she's curvy (Big ass, Big boobs) and Shes tall like almost as tall as him. Shes literally like the embodiment of Megan Thee Stallion. Also can she be really confident and sexccc.

I really don't see alot of writers writing about a tall stallion, like the dynamics are always with Gojo being super tall and y/n being short.

Anywaysss, your literally amazinggg and I love youuuu!!!

Here you go best✌️

Summary: dirty headcanons with Gojo and a tall thicc black fem reader

TW: sex (obviously) cum eating no condom

Blowjobs threesomes(with Geto) handjobs

Public sex pussy eating

Gojo loves eating you out. When you look into his eyes it mirrors a starved lion being denied his meal.

Sometimes it's too much, the way he jumps at every opportunity to eat you out. Your knees go weak when he sits you down on any surface available and spreads your legs like they were his.

You tug at his hair when he licks the inside of your folds. He slurps up your juices like that's the first drink he's received in days and his fingers....oh god his fingers. They work like magic

He always manages to find your spot immediately making you moan loudly.

Your hips grind against them as he thrust them inside of you.

He likes to switch from licking your clit to sucking it. The suction makes your clit throb and the tightening in your stomach signals your release.

Once you come in his mouth he may let you breathe for a minute before starting up again. When you whine for him to stop he says that he eats you out for himself, not you as he grips your hips to keep you still.

Gojo is in love with your body. He loves that you're taller than most women he dates. I doubt you're his height but if you are he would love not having to bend to kiss you.

I think it's obvious that he will probe and touch every part of you when in reach. He will constantly grind up against your ass while you are cooking or he’ll lay against your chest and use it as a pillow.

He has a problem with making you suck him off after you already did your face care routine for the night. He loves the dribble of cum that drips down your cheek as you struggle to swallow it all.

When you're struggling to take him all down your throat he shoves you down the rest of the way so he can feel you gag on his dick. When he pulls out and sees your ruined makeup from him roughly fucking your throat and your tears he feels his cock harden once more.

When you and Gojo first started having sex without a condom he was overjoyed. He was finally able to feel your tight walls suck him in without anything between.

He likes when you ride him so he can see your breast bounce as he fucks up into you. But doggy is his second favorite because of the way your ass bounces back on him.

Sometimes he can't help but pull you into the bathroom when you guys go out on dates, he just wants fuck you against the stall door. When he cums inside of you he takes your panties so you have to walk around with his seed dripping from your cunt.

When he comes back from a long mission be ready because after he's done with you his cock will be red and raw. He will fall asleep still inside of you.

When he can't fuck you he’ll go back to all the videos that you two made that are saved in his special collection. His favorites are when you fucked his dick with your breast.

They are just the right size so he can see his tip poking out from underneath as he shoots it on your tongue. You swirled his seed around in your mouth then stuck out your tongue to show that you swallowed.

Gojo wouldn't want to share you with anyone...except his best friend. When Gojo saw Geto eyeing you down he knew what he had to do.

You were in the middle of being double stuffed by your man and his best friend while one praises you and the other degrades you. You can feel them both hit places you haven't even dreamt of.

After that, it seems like Geto tags along any time you two are together. Geto might not be bigger than Gojo in size but hehas girth so sometimes you just give him a handjob.

When Gojo finally decides to put a ring on it you'll look so good in your wedding dress. Too bad it'll get ruined after you fuck the groom and the best man on a private jet when you three are heading to the honeymoon.

I would love it if you guys request! It makes my day and night❤️🩷

If you want!

#jjk smut #gojo saturo #black reader #fem reader #gojo headcanons #gojo x reader #jamayah writes weird

[pilvimarja]

We need to talk about your "livin' on a prayer" AU bc it's so god I swear GORKDJDIFODKDKS SO GOOD AND CHUBBY DANIEL!!! AND JOHNNY FEAR OF DANIEL LEAVING HIM 😭😭😭

Omg I'd love to because that AU was one of my personal favorites to write! I just really love, love, love fics where Johnny and Daniel are together in the 80s or 90s. I've also always loved Bon Jovi and Livin' On A Prayer is one of my favorite songs from them and it was so easy for me to picture young Daniel and Johnny in the place of Tommy and Gina from the song.

The honeymoon period of the relationship is over and the romance isn't dead, but it's harder to balance between love and everyday struggles as Johnny is kind of drifting without any real direction after he dropped out of college, day drinking and struggling to hold on to his job at the diner while Daniel works an equally shitty job as a grease monkey (which he actually likes). But they've got each other and that's a lot for love 🥰

I saw Johnny in this AU as someone who is a little immature and really insecure and has this moody sadness to him and a tendency to take Daniel for granted sometimes. But he can also be really, really sweet and I honestly think his life would be very dark without Daniel in it.

And the same is true for Daniel. Johnny drives him crazy sometimes, because unlike Daniel who grew up with a single mother and had to grow up pretty fast, Johnny has spent most of his life in luxury and never really had to take care of himself until now. But Daniel loves Johnny with all of his heart and wouldn't give his sweet himbo of a boyfriend up for anything!

And yessss chubby!Daniel superiority!!! I love him 🥰 I actually had these inspirational little pictures in my google docs when I wrote the fics in this AU and I always see Daniel as a mix of Ralph from Crossroads (the hair), Teachers (the outfits) and TKK (the cheeks and thicc 🍑 ass!). And post-high school Johnny always looks like some version of Scott McCall in my head with the mullet and the beefcake build with the sweet face and sad eyes.

Here are direct links to each individual part of this AU in case someone is interested: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

I also didn't officially include this fic in the Livin' On A Prayer verse, because it takes place years later, but I always see it as a spiritual sequel to the Tommy and Gina era AU. I like to think it's Daniel and Johnny after they made it ☺️

Anyway, thank you for your ask and letting me ramble about this AU!

#asks #lawrusso

[ihavenot16]

Hey, weird question, but do y'all think the god of the sea himself, Poseidon, would be a thicc dude? Like, I'm talkin t h i c c. Like, middle-aged dilf thicc. Like, "please choke me with those big fuckin hands" thicc. Like, double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon, hella ass thicc. But anyway, yeah. I really need an answer.

#Poseidon #greek gods #god of the sea #greek mythology #thicc #but wouldn't he be one of the most thicc gods? #please #please i just need an answer

[space-blue]

"I still believe in loyalty"

says the man who looks like he truly didn't know which way loyalty would swing lmao

*takes a little second to unclench his butt and realise people truly CAN be loyal, phew*

All jokes aside, I love Sevika for this. Gods know Silco doesn't treat her particularly well, and she already sacrificed a lot, but the underling's betrayal is such a tired trope... I had some faith they wouldn't fall for it, but they got me worried for a hot minute.

Arcane walks an incredible tight rope, always embracing cliches, and then either leaning into them or subverting them. I'm so happy to see the writers knowingly subvert all the most tedious ones.

Sevika killing him there and shit breaking lose would have had zero emotional payoff, no matter how Jinx reacted. The people at Riot game sure know how to plot some thicc angst.

#sevika #silco #that dude was straight out of cyberpunk 2077 #arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane finale #meta #plot twists #cliches #writing

[miraculousmaladys]

TFP If You Ship...

Ultra Magnus

I would also like to warn yall, I do roast the shit outta these ships and you. Some of y'all are nasty and need to be told/reminded, and some of you need to stay far the fuck away from me. Aight? Aight lets begin.

MagOp/OpMag/Magnimus/ Ultra Magnus x Optimus Prime: You pretentious bitch. You absolute fucking- I have no fucking words to describe how beige you are. You 're personality is plain oatmeal. Message me. I want to beat your ass. You prolly like them for the fact that they can relate to each other, and because of their importance to the war. But I hate you cause you also have more content. Fuck you. May your cereal turn soggy before you can eat that shit, may your drawing tablet get so hot in that one corner that you can fry bacon on that bitch. Fuck you.

MagMeg/Magatron(ew)/ Ultra Magnus x Megatron: you eat mayonnaise with a fucking spoon. Y'all saw that one scene with them on Darkmount and was just like "hm, but what if fuck?" and ran with it. You went to Ao3 expecting kinky shit, but all you got was stuff for IDW Megs and Mags and honestly baby, its gon' be okay.

Matchet/Ragus?/ Ultra Magnus x Ratchet: Yes we get it, the old man can dom now shut the fuck up. If taking your S/O to the nursing home as a date was a ship it'd be these old crotchety ass bitches. But, but, on a more serious note this ship can be so therapeutic for both mechs. These two were there way before the start of the war, they lived through it, and they knew Optimus all throughout. I imagine Ratchet would tell Magnus about Orion before his ascension to the primacy. I ain't ever been more depressed scrolling through a tag though, y'all broke bitches need whatever the fuck UltraScreen is having.

Magbee/Ultra Bumble/Ultra Magnus x Bee: I ain't ever seen two same heighted Cybertronians in a relationship, always one of'em gotta be spike suckin' height.

UltraJack/ Ultra Magnus x Wheeljack: Listen, listen, both these mechs love their solitary time and it can create so much angst, SO MUCH. Magnus feeling he must uphold his duties and Wheeljack having a mindset similar to a pirate. His spark belongs to the stars AND Magnus, but the stars will always come first. But bitch this is Ultra Magnus. We horny. We know Wheeljack is a fucking brat, and Ultra Magnus is his Dom.... baby we nasty. We nasty and there is no fucking denying that shit my GOD.

Ultrabulk/ Ultra Magnus x Bulkhead: Listen man as crazy as this might sound, I think this could work. Just like any other ship with Bulkhead you are fucking STRUGGLING though dude, you got like 5 fics you keep coming back to. You cry at night, knowing, and praying, that the gods will smile upon you and bless you with an update. You know you struggling when you only got three fics that have this ship as the focus. If y'all ban together I'm sure you can scrounge together like three pieces of fanart and a lint roller between the four of you.

UltraScream/ Ultra Magnus x Starscream: I don't see how anyone could hate this ship. Like, they literally work as really good foils to each other. You've got Magnus who is loyal as fuck, very militaristic??? And very much involved with the safety of his team. He's described as recklessly brave. Starscream on the other hand has a lot of character to work on and Magnus could help him along with that, and he can teach Magnus self preser- fucking-vation because Mr. "gets fucking chomped by a predacon for another bitchass Autobot" needs it. You're fuckass wants someone to save you, or you want to go absolutely apeshit. You are the mom friend everyone is worried about.

Ultracee/ Ultra Magnus x Arcee: Huh?? I mean like....Okaaaayy?? I mean good for you. This ship makes me feel the way that you feel when someone offers you candy you don't like, but you wouldn't mind eating it so you do. To be honest the people who ship this definitely see diamonds in places others wouldn't expect, but like you're so fucking unnessecary oh my god. Like you prolly add weird ass comments to other peoples statements, ain't nobody out here asking for an echo. Sit down.

UltraShock: ya like'em thicc don't you commanding officer Ultra Magnus? Anyway maybe y'all could team up with UltraBulk shippers and add a pile of used soda cans to the pile. Y'all are ghosts, do you even exist on this plane. My guesstimate on how many people actually ship this forreal is like 5.

Ultrawave/MagnusSound/Magnus x Soundwave: Listen if the Ultrabulk shippers are starving y'all ain't even corporeal. I show up to this ship with a fucking ghost talk box and some heat sensors, and like one boombox tryna see if GHOSTS even inhabit this bitch. Y'all aight? Are y'all good?? HELLO IN THERE (hello in there) (hello in there). Yall really go all out for the goth shit. Prolly hidin' in the shadows of my house waiting to strike.

Ultrascreen:

You, and I mean this in the most (derogatory) way possible, are a fucking

HOE

Literally looked on AO3 saw nearly NOTHING BUT kinky MF PORN. The oooonly plot y'all got is exactly how long Ultra Magnus can deny Smokescreen an overload. Why every time it comes to Magnus people make this by the books vanilla bitch the kinkiest one. YES I love subverting expectations but can I PLEASE get one fic where he sputters because his partner says a bad word. These two are the main ones who get this treatment, and baby I ain't complaining, but please. Please just- please sir I-I a-ah!

Ultradown: The UltraBulk, and UltraWave shippers come here every year, at the exact same location, at the exact same time, all for this ritual. The UltraWave shippers take out a boombox, some energon candies, and a supersized Cybertronian false spike. The UltraBulkers begin to sing the incantation to summon their fallen comrade: https://youtu.be/m9We2XsVZfc. They must do this once every year, they must battle the UltraDown shippers, though most would say they are a myth, the UltraShock and UltraWave shippers know better.

MagnusOut/KnockMagnusOut?/Ultra Knockout: Listen its not as horny as Smokescreen but the constant tension is definitely there. Knockout is just as horny as the depressed, RE-pressed ass Magnus fans and can you really blame him? Boyfriend? Dead. Magnus? kinky. Hotel? California.

/If I missed any let my gay ass know. Sorry if this ones lackluster, but some of these ships don't even really seem to have a fanbase?? Remember that these are TFP ships y'all.

Also I better see more Bulkhead content after this. Do you all have a problem with truly thicc bootyful babes or what?

#Ultra Magnus #transformers prime #TFP if you ship #Ultra Magnus x Optimus Prime #Ultra Magnus x Megatron #Ultra Magnus x Ratchet #Ultra Magnus x Bumblebee #Ultra Magnus x Wheeljack #Ultra Magnus x Bulkhead #Ultra Magnus x Starscream #Ultra Magnus x Arcee #Ultra Magnus x Shockwave #Ultra Magnus x Soundwave #Ultra Magnus x Smokescreen #Ultra Magnus x Breakdown #Ultra Magnus x Knockout #valveplug

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 17

Request: Yes or No

For anyone curious and if I did my math correctly y/ns dad had him when he was 35. This one feels short and I hate ittt but I tried making it feel longer. The chunks are just thicc

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"So, why are we going to Belgium?" Natasha asked, setting the course. You looked at her, taking a seat beside her.

"Cause.. I have family there.. She might be family, I don't now." You answered, feeling the jet move forward before it took off into the sky.

"Family? Like, blood related? Who?" Natasha asked, glancing at you. You licked your lips, staring forward.

"My aunt." Natasha's brows raised, looking over at you. You sighed, nodding.

"What if she turns me away?" You asked softly.

"Well.. You're probably her only remaining family. I wouldn't want to turn away a family member." Natasha licked her lips, looking forward at the passing clouds.

"What do I even say? Hey, I'm (Y/N) and I have superpowers?"

"Well, you can introduce yourself and ask about her brother." Natasha gave a small smile. You nodded.

"How's Clint?" Natasha asked, rested her head on her fist. Her hair was long and her natural red locks were returning. It made her hair look a little weird but she was going through a lot of things.

"Who fucking knows." You frowned, arms crossing. Clint had fucked off to god knows where, leaving you to deal with your grief alone. Natashas' brows furrowed.

"Clint has decided not to return home in what feels like weeks. Maybe even months, I haven't been paying attention." You shrugged lightly. Natasha frowned, leaning back in the seat. Definitely didn't sound like Clint but grief could make people do crazy things.

"I've been trying to keep up with the house but I'm just one guy handling everything Clint decided to build and add on." You licked your lips, shaking your head and letting out a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry." Natasha said softly, giving your arm a squeeze. "I'll talk to him if you want."

"Let him do whatever the hell he wants to do. He's a grown man." You replied, feeling bitter and resentful. Natasha silently nodded. The rest of the ride was silent until the jet reached Belgium.

"We're here." You stepped out of the jet, feeling a small breeze go by. You felt your stomach doing flips, heartbeat quickening. You took in a deep breath, glancing at Natasha. She placed a gentle hand on your back, offering a small smile.

"Are you sure you don't want me to get in touch with Clint?" She asked, head tilting. You shook your head.

"It could make things more complicated." You said, looking around. The house across the street matched with the address Tony had given you. It was more on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees. You could hear some horses behind the house. You took in a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves as you walked towards the house, crossing the road. Natasha followed, studying the area.

"Seems like gardening might run in the family." Natasha said, motioning to the flower garden.

"Yeah.." You chuckled softly. You stepped onto the porch, noticing some plotted flowers on the windowsill. You raised your hand, pressing the doorbell. You waited a few minutes about to press it again before the door opened. A scowl appeared on Florines' face. She was shorter than you had imagined. Her hair was a bit messy and tied back into a low ponytail.

"Wat wil je?" She asked, gaze flickering over to Natasha. You swallowed, fiddling with your fingers.

"Are you Florine De Meyers?" You asked, watching her narrow her eyes.

"Who's asking?"

"(Y/N).. I think I might be the son of your brother." You said quietly. Florine stared at you, lips parting. Her features softened for a second before the frown returned. She opened the door wider, letting you and Natasha inside. The inside of the house smelled like black tea, earthy and floral. It felt straight out of a country movie.

"I've got some tea and speculoos." Florine called as she entered the kitchen. You looked at the pictures she had up. Most were pictures of horses or her at events with friends. You didn't see any pictures that seemed family related. You took a seat on the floral patterned couch, gazing dropping onto the unbothered elderly sheepdog. It made no attempt to move and simply rolled onto its side to face away from you.

"That's Gerdie. Old girl used to be a good guard dog but now she's more of a house cat." Florine said, sitting down and placing a tray on the coffee table. Natasha reached forward, taking one of the biscuits. Florine reached under the table, looking through the books she had before pulling out what looked like a photo book.

"The reason I didn't slam the door in your face is because Michael had told me he was gonna have a kid named (Y/N)." Florine said, hand wiping away the dust in the book. She scooted forward, placing the book on the table.

"Michael?" You repeated, looking at her. She nodded, opening the book. She flipped to the second page, pointing to a picture of a young boy by a fireplace opening presents.

"Michael, my half brother and your father." Your brows raised, leaning in to take a better look. The photo was old but you could see his face clearly. Natasha leaned in as well, smiling gently.

"You have his smile." She pointed out.

"Michael and his father moved here from America when he was about five. He met my mother and they got married. They had me when Michael was nine. He was a good brother. He held no resentment towards me or my mom. Michael was as stubborn as a mule and he could never keep his mouth shut. He'd let you know if he didn't agree with you." Florine chuckled, shaking her head. You watched the nostalgic look pass over her eyes.

"What happened to him?" You asked softly. Florine let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in her chair. She reached down, giving Gerdie some pats on the head.

"He disappeared for some time." She answered, gaze becoming distant.

"He wrote letters occasionally. Said he was working for a government in another country.. He might've been some sort of spy, my memory's a little fuzzy on the subject. He spent a long time working but.. He came back eventually. He never talked about it but he was good ole Michael." Florine leaned forward again, flipping to another page of a more grown up Michael. You did notice some similar features between him and you.

"By then, our father had passed from cancer and my mother needed all the help she could get. Michael built this house with some friends of his and gave it to my mother. Oh, my mother was so happy. She got the farm she had always wanted and got to garden whenever she could." Florine pointed to a a couple in the photobook.

"This is your grandmother, Sylvie. You would've loved her. She made the best cakes in town. This is your grandfather, Jonathan. He was always up to no good. He loved pulled helping the kids in town with pranks." Florine spoke of them fondly. Her childhood seemed to have been good with Jonathon and Sylvie.

"You have powers, right?" Florine asked, looking at you. You nodded, reaching out to the plant on the coffee table and watching it grow taller.

"She passed on her powers to you." Florine leaned back, clearing her throat. You glanced at Natasha, noticing her eating another biscuit.

"She? Who's she?" You asked, looking back at Florine.

"Your witch of a mother." She answered bitterly. You raised your brows at the hate and disgust in her tone.

"I shouldn't speak ill of her. Even if she deserves it." Florine muttered, standing up with a heavy sigh.

"C'mon." She motioned for you to follow. You turned towards Natasha. Natasha picked up another biscuit, making eye contact with you. You raised your brows.

"What? These are delicious!" Natasha huffed. You chuckled, standing up and following her out the backdoor. You noticed the stables with the horses walking around their fenced area. Florine had a vegetable garden and a greenhouse out back as well.

"Those pretty babies are Ernie, Kuma, and Goldie." Florine said, motioning to the horses. They approached the fence when she walked over to them. You smiled softly as she petted them, cooing in Dutch.

"They won't bite. Well, Ernie might but he's just a playful old man." Florine chuckled, turning back in the original direction. You followed her down a dirt path and into a wooded area. You blinked, seeing what looked like a moss covered statue of a woman. Her eyes were closed though her head was pointed downwards, looking at anyone who walked down the path.

"She was a charming little witch, I'll give her that." Florine crossed her arms, staring up at the statue. You tilted your head, licking your lips.

"Did he make this for her?" You asked, turning to look at her. Florine shook her head, looking down at the ground.

"Gaia, or better known as Mother Nature, is your mother. She took a human form in an attempt to convince humans to cherish what she had given them. When that proved useless, she spread plagues as punishment. What Gaia truly wanted.. Was a child. Animals, humans, and all those things were creations.. Projects she could ignore if she got bored. She met your father and he fell for her." Florine told you, another breeze blowing by. You reached your hand forward, gently touching a flower that rested by the statue. It felt full of life.

"Your mother fell pregnant with you and Michael was thrilled. Gaia had started realizing that human life wasn't for her. She was slowly becoming human herself. She disappeared with Michael and returned without him or you. She explained she couldn't stay and left her human body here."

"She abandonded me for no reason?" You stared up at the statue, features hardening.

"In some sense, she didn't. She's all around us so.. Your mother never truly left you." Florine said, turning to look at you. You scoffed.

"I have a mother. Her name is Laura Barton and she's not here anymore because of Thanos." You looked at Florine, blinking away tears.

"I don't blame you for being angry. I never found out where she took you or if you were even alive. If you want to keep in touch, I don't mind. Lord knows I could use the company." Florine looked forward again. You let out a soft sigh, shoulders slumping.

"And.. And dad? What happened to him?" You asked hesitantly, almost afraid of finding out he had done the same as Gaia. Florine stayed silent for a moment.

"He.. They never told me how it happened but.. He was murdered." Florine revealed, staring at the ground with a small frown. You stared at him, brows furrowing.

"What? By- By who?"

"You might've heard of him. People around town were talking about him a two or three years back. The infamous Winter Soldier."

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[fox-sleeping-minyard]

andwew minyawd uwu

This is the most cursed thing I ever read with my own two eyes oh my god

How I feel about this character

How do I NOT feel about this character?? I love him.....so much......I would.....fuckin die for him.........he deserves so much love oh my god pleASE

Andrew is SO important to me and I can relate to him in SO many (bad, unhealthy) ways and that's why I will fight anyone who says he won't get better and he will forever stay this stoic, cold person, he deserves SO much better than that

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Just Neil I'm sorry, I'm not a multishipper and these two deserve each other so much I love them, catch me crying in the club thinking about Andrew and his bf Neil

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Andrew/getting better and learning healthy coping mechanisms and ways to express himself

Also, Andrew and Allison. They're my absolute Brotp. They would be SO gay and salty together. They drag anyone. No one is save. They have inside jokes. They give each other Looks™️ when someone says something stupid. They work on the disaster that is Neil's wardrobe together. They watch Topmodel and The Bachelor together. They do spa days. They go shopping together. All the bitch ass queer energy these two would emit. Legendary.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I know I keep repeating myself but I can't say it enough:

ANDREW 👏 GETS 👏 BETTER 👏 WITH 👏 TIME 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 Like are you really trying to tell me that someone who takes his therapy so seriously, that someone who works on his problems as much as Andrew does, won't get better, ever????? He will!!!!! Fight me about this!!!!

And: Andrew is buff as FUCK, but he doesn't have a six-pack. He's thicc and has a soft tummy but he can still bench press Neil without a problem. And when he stops playing exy when he's older his tummy gets even softer and he gets a lil chub on his hips too!!!! Because my boy loves his sweets!!!

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon

Damn I sure wish Nora would've put at least the slightest amount of research into this whole medication thing and Andrew wouldn't have spent a good amount of the trilogy on some weird-ass OBVIOUSLY wrong medication (or at least the wrong dosage) because guess what! Your medication is NOT supposed to make you MANIC it's supposed to help you get your emotions sorted on a NORMAL level 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 this drove me absolutely insane while reading the books (and still does on every re-read)

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[lovemecharlie]

Uh Oh, Charlie

This is directly after Good Time, Charlie. Italics were written by Angel and taken from her fic 32 Weeks.

“I think we should fuck consistently until you’re over him.”

“Tuh.. Sounds like a lotta fuckin, let’s get started.”

Over the month Charlie had been messing with Trevante, they barely spoke about her husband, choosing to act as if she were single. In Charlie's mind, she was. Charlie knew burying feelings was an ineffective and unhealthy way of dealing with the anger and bitterness of rejection, but she also didn't want to dwell on negative feelings knowing that her life had to go on. Trevante was more than willing to play distraction, wining and dining her at cute spots that were out of his comfort zone. It was cute and he was honest. She felt more herself than she had in a while.

As for their arrangement.. It was sex, sex, sex, and more sex back to back and for hours whenever Charlie and Trevante had free time. They'd had sex on the hotel bed, chair, in the shower, on the sink, in the women's bathroom on the main floor, in the pool, in her car, in his car, in his barber's chair at work when no one was there.. that was her favorite because he gave her a clean undercut after.. in his bed, on his kitchen counter and table, in his bathtub, on his couch. The sex was great and it was often.

However, something strange had been happening. For perhaps the fifth day in a row, Charlie woke up feeling like Hell above ground. She woke with nausea and an aggressive case of heartburn that felt like acid reflux. Her body was fatigued and she felt achey like a virus was coming on. She still felt the ghost of Trevante's strong fingers hard on her sides and on her hips. Rolling from the bed, she ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach, wiping her mouth with tissue and rinsing with mouthwash. On her return to the bed, Trevante was awake and he looked concerned.

"That's the fourth time that I've seen you vomit this week.. and that's only what I've seen. I think you should go get checked out and before you say you're fine.. you're not fine." His voice wasn't loud or accusatory like N'Jadaka's would've been in that moment. Trevante was way easier to deal with.

"It's probably a virus or maybe I got food poisoning from the Thai restaurant we went to last week."

"We ate the same thing. I don't think so," he squinted. "Plus, if you had a virus I'd be as sick as you as much as I'm around and up in you."

"I don't know what else it could be," Charlie shrugged crossing her arms stubbornly.

"I have a guess," Trevante's brow raised and they stared at each other in a long moment of silence.

"...It's probably heat exhaustion. Oh my God, it's a heat stroke." The look in Trevante's eyes said he knew the truth and Charlie needed to accept it and come to terms. She didn't want to even think of it. "Tre, it's probably the heat," she reasoned again silently begging him to agree. The hotel had A/C, it wasn't the heat. She simply felt awful. "...And I'm supposed to go to Angel's gender reveal party today and be all fancy in a gown and heels? I don't know how this is going to work."

"You don't owe anyone an explanation of what we've been doing." His hands folded behind his head, vibes of tranquility wafting from him to Charlie, keeping her calm.

"I don't wanna talk to my estranged husband at all. I don't wanna see him, I just want to support my Angel on her big day." She moved to the small closet to grab her white and gold dress laying it on the bed. "I think I'm pretty much over my anger and the whole situation, but real talk. I've been thinking about this for a while. What if my husband found out we were fuckin and came to attack us?" She stared at Tre as his calm smile widened. He didn't take it seriously. "Tre, I'm serious." She felt paranoid, but she knew Erik's mind.

"With all due respect, Charlie? Like I've told you again and again.. I'm not afraid of him. I'll be in the same barbershop he saw me in before, cutting hair. It's good. He can come through anytime, get a shape up," he joked.

"You're not taking this seriously, do not underestimate him. He's done some things."

"He's crazy, I know," Trevante nods rolling his soft eyes. "Half the niggas on my block crazy. Everybody crazy. Don't worry about me, beautiful, I've been crazy too. I can revert if need be."

"How are you so level-headed and unbothered about all this?" Charlie sighed. He sat up and climbed from the bed, still fully naked in all of his chocolate glory to wrap his arms around her in an embrace.

"Stop worrying so much. Peace is attainable if you're vigilant."

"You and that poetry," she smirked.

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"Okay, everyone!" An ever stunning Janelle Monae spoke into the microphone. Angel had asked her to host the event, and much like most people, couldn't tell her no. "It's time for the moment we've all been waiting for! Ryley and Henny planned the coolest gender reveal ever, a firework show! So if you're ready, let's travel outside of this lavish tent and see the show!"

Charlie felt as though she were being watched and she had the suspicion that it was of Erik's doing. It was definitely something he'd do, hire people to watch her. Her nausea increased. How much had they seen? There were people left and right and she looked at all of their eyes. Erik's eyes were the only ones she avoided since she could sense a conversation in those dark brown peepers that she didn't care to have.

It was a sticky situation she found herself in. She absentmindedly felt on her own stomach pudge, praying for the nausea to be a product of food poisoning as everyone watched the night sky. A baby was not ideal. She'd been good on her own needing Erik for nothing and she'd already begun to rediscover herself and her own happiness. She refused to go backwards.

"Charlie! Come sit with the fam," Homie pulled her so that she sat with the other wives who greeted her warmly with hugs. She did miss them all, each and every one. They looked beautiful in their stark white, glittering gold, and deep emerald green. Angel herself looked exquisite and was glowing. Girl had gotten thicc enough to bite.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” They watched as fire shot up into the sky, flying up at the speed of lightening until….

Charlie's jaw dropped and tears slipped down her awed face thinking of what it meant as blue and pink lights rained down.

Pink and Blue. A boy and a girl. Twins!

The house would be getting boy and girl twins. She couldn't wait to hold them and squeeze their cheeks and read to them. She wondered if they'd be tiny babies or fat like cherubs. She hoped they were fat like cherubs.. and healthy. Health was most important. Her hand went to her stomach again. She didn't take back her wish for food poisoning, but she figured that maybe having a baby wouldn't be so bad. Angel was already on the road to childbirth.. all Charlie would have to do was watch and take her cues from what Angel did. She could make it work.

After the fireworks, she caught up with her sisterwives, glad they weren't asking too many questions. She just wanted to talk about the twins and how everyone had been without her. Angel was happy to see her, giving Charlie a careful hug, her baby bump serving as a large barrier. As Charlie stood talking to Homie and Kimora, she looked over and saw Erik coming her way. That was her cue to leave.

“Hold on, Shy.” He spoke before running over to Charlie. “Ayye,” he said before grabbing a hold of her arm to stop her. She froze as she felt his touch, stopping in her tracks. “Where you headed off too? You leavin already, Charlie?”

Charlie turned around with a deep breath to look at him before speaking. “Yeah Daka, I’m a bit tired. I wanna head home and rest.”

“Home huh?” Erik said, looking her over, analyzing her body language. She did look tired, but she also looked nervous…. he could tell she was hiding something. He also noticed how she had unconsciously placed her hand on her belly. He decided he’d let her off easy this time, wanting her to come to him on her own. He wouldn’t let her keep her secret for too long however.

“Alright princess, take it easy then.” He said as he went in for hug. Being sure to take in the scent of her full hair.

“Y-yeah, I will.” Charlie said as warmth filled her body from Erik’s tight hug. Her sensitive body quickly being effected from his touch. She was sure she was covered in goosebumps.

Dammit, she thought feeling powerless all over again. No matter how far away she went physically and mentally, he still had this effect.

“Alright Daka, let me go big boy.” She said with a laugh, ready to get away from him. Her thoughts were becoming too clouded & she was afraid she’d do something she’d regret.

Finally Erik loosened his grip, giving her his signature smirk. Naturally he knew what effect he was having on her, he always did.

“I’ll let you go. For now.” He said, his eyes filling with fire & a promise. 

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"He's watching us," Charlie blurted over the phone when Trevante picked up. She was changing out of the white and gold gown in her hotel room that had become more of an apartment. "Remember what I said to you?"

Trevante wasn't afraid and no matter what Charlie said or how much money she offered him to leave and start over elsewhere in financial comfort and safety, he wasn't with it. "Have some faith, shawty. It'll be okay." She could hear the buzzing of his clippers in the background. He was so unbothered.

Charlie on the other hand was sick physically and with stress. Trevante said to take a test and common sense told her to take a test, but she didn't want to take it and see a positive because then she'd have to deal with the fallout and plan the rest of her life around a surprise factor. She put it off like she pocketed her feelings for her husband.

"Hello? Charlie.. Charlie.." She heard the clippers stop.

"Huh? Sorry, I zoned out thinking about the chaos that is my life!"

"You're the one who has to make the decisions. Don't panic until you take a test." Solid advice.

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