#fate twister

[ozziecore]

my stylus may be busted but my ability to post cringe is forever

#oz.art #ozgata #fate twister #fate twister tag #ozgata tag #oz tag #oc: oz miller #oc: ozius miller #gk oc #golden kamuy oc #golden kamuy self insert #gk s/i #oc x canon #self ship #f/o stuff #f/o community #this is like. post canon FT i think #having a stressful week. drawing these 2 to cope #i also drew oz w his monster features bc i like them :] #i also couldnt decide on which expression for ogata to do so i did both #ogata x oc #gk self insert #also sorry for the quality. my stylus is literally being held together by a rubber band #getting a new one next week so hopefully things will be less messy #anyways i went through the 5 stages of grief trying to learn ogatas facial proportions #tbh still not entirely sold on these but its like 3 am lmao #the thing on oz's forehead is his 3rd eye btw #its just sideways n closed bc he sleepy :] #also the thing to the left is his tail. holding his emotional support war criminal

[deprecious]

I like it when you're SO behind on Critical Role that new posts make no sense at all

#critical role #cr #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #cr spoiler #critical role spoiler #like fate twister? #lordo #did i get that roght? #also love those matt mercer twists #like the dragons i was like oh shit what

[teeto-peteto]

Sentinels of Light event wasnt very good you know what would have made it better and actually cringe worthy, Senna and Lucian adopt the rookie so now Gwen is your sister and she helps you pick and date any of the sentinels while this whole ass ruination is happening across runeterra but here you are, picking dandelions outside the base to give them to your fave.

#unrealistic silly but needed to write it because it was ridiculous #i mean spirit blossom event exists... #it could be fun if you could name the rookie #and have easter eggs #like naming yourself Tobias or Twister Fate and thats the only way to get with graves #silly bleeehh

[doctorwhowatchesthewatchmen]

i don’t have intelligent things to say about it, but I keep thinking about “you fancy a fine fabric” and “Ed!’ - ‘Better alive than dead!’ - ‘Well come on, you heard what he said!’ and “I was grey beard, if anything, salt and pepper beard, now I’m just no beard”

#something in the way they speak moves me like no other dialogue #it sticks in my brain like a funny little nursery rhyme about the Black Plague #it’s not a tongue twister it’s not alliteration it’s not even the out and out rhymes it’s all of it #omg cactus shut up #our flag means death #“there is no escape mate. It’s time to accept our fate’

[lovings4turn]

☆ strange twist of fate . . . (o.p)

— a simple video shoot for mclaren leads to a lot of previously unexplored feelings about your teammate (2.3k)

+ fully inspired by mclaren’s summer games video, it is my fav thing ever at the moment. nothing stirs up some tension like a game of twister, right?

+ contains very subtle suggestive references. like. one or two sexual jokes. likely not very accurate oscar but, oh well. banner and divider from cafekitsune

the blinking red light of the camera in front of you indicates you’ve started rolling, and second nature (also known as years of media training) causes you to perk up a little as oscar begins to speak. even from his mannerisms, you can tell that he’s gotten far more confident being in front of the camera with you, the two of you building up a comfortable dynamic that you could stick to pretty well.

“alright.” oscar claps his hands together, shifting his weight back onto his right foot. the movement positions him just a little closer to you, his arm brushing against yours briefly. the hairs on your arms stand up in its wake, and oscar runs through the introduction of the video the media team has asked him to deliver.

“so, we’ve got some garden games,” he explains, voice dripping with faux enthusiasm as he turns to you with a coy smile.

the look generates a similar grin from you, something that usually happens when you’re in close proximity to oscar. not wanting to overthink it, you chalk it down to simple nerves. after all, you’ve only been teammates with oscar for six months. despite growing closer to him, it’s no surprise that your body continues to opt for bashful smiles over formulating a proper response.

surely everyone forgets how to speak to their coworker sometimes?

seemingly unaware of your internal monologue, oscar proceeds with his own conversation to the camera, eyes scanning the room and surveying the three games that have been set up for the two of you to play.

“we’ve got twister,” he notes, his accent thick as it wraps around the letters of the word. you ignore the way your brain plays the sound over again, an echo only you can hear. “and some limbo later, then jenga to finish it all off.”

if you weren’t too busy staring at the large, inflatable limbo bar in the corner, you would notice oscar’s eyebrows briefly jump at the sight of the twister mat. the dial sitting next to it on the floor reminds him of just what the game entails, and he swallows thickly.

deciding you should probably make an effort to speak at some point, you fake frustration and cross your arms over your chest.

“i’m pretty sure oscar’s beaten me in every other video we’ve done this year,” you begin, but you’re cut off.

“no, you won the uh- the lie detector thingy,” oscar points out.

it’s true. though you had somehow managed to get through the lie detector challenge receiving only one shock, oscar had absolutely crushed you at the ‘yes/no’ challenge, and managed to beat you in ‘hide and seek’ by somehow procuring the most effective hiding spot in the entire paddock. you don’t even want to remember just how badly you had done answering questions from the british driving theory test. 

keeping up the act, you roll your eyes and dismiss him with a wave of your arm. “okay, like, 7-1 then.”

at the sound of oscar’s high pitched chuckle, your face immediately cracks into a grin. it’s as though oscar’s laugh is programmed to make you smile no matter the circumstances, carrying some secret code that rearranges the chemicals in your brain — totally platonically, of course. you tell yourself that he’s just one of those people with infectious laughs, destined to make others join in their delight. 

“brilliant!” the director objects, a grin plastered onto her face as the camera cuts, signalling the end of filming for this segment. “that was perfect guys, thanks. if you wanna get ready for the first game for us.”

taking a deep breath, you nod and stride over to your first activity: twister.

similar to the motions you see oscar go through before every race, you make a show of stretching out your arms and neck with exaggerated groans, even shaking out your legs and performing a few deep lunges for good measure.

“just warming myself up,” you joke. “good thing i’m pretty flexible.”

“yeah? i’ll put that to the test, then,” oscar quips, clearly not realising that what he said could be taken in an entirely different way, a way that certainly doesn’t come to your mind the moment the words leave his mouth.

distracting yourself from his accidental innuendo, you move to one corner of the mat and watch oscar spin the dial for you, the pointer whirring around before landing on left hand red. you crouch down immediately and plant your hand onto one of the red dots, tilting your head to look up at oscar. it seems he was already looking, though, a small smile across his face as he rests his hands on his hips.

“your turn, oscar. you’re starting from the other side though,” you laugh, pointing over to the opposite side of the mat to you. “get over there.”

with a mock salute, oscar strides over to the opposing side of the twister mat, eyes locked onto you as he waits for you to spin the dial and administer his fate.

the game progresses as well as you could have imagined, the constant laughter between you two causing your bodies to shake and thus making holding yourself up a lot harder than it should have been. due to the increasingly awkward positions you find yourselves in, a mclaren team member has to step in at one point to spin the dial for you both since you’ve been rendered useless.

at one point, oscar groans softly at his latest instruction which leaves his body uncomfortably contorted. lip between his teeth, he stretches over to place his hand onto the green spot just across from you, granting you with the - undeniably enjoyable - sight of oscar’s toned arm inches away from your face. your eyes trace over the veins that protrude from his arms, splintering like lightning underneath his lightly tanned skin, practically begging your gaze to follow their path. 

having your insanely attractive coworker almost hovering over you as he pants and curses was definitely doing nothing to help you keep your focus on the content you were filming, and you prayed to any and every higher being that no one would be able to notice just how flustered you were becoming. you could see the twitter threads and youtube compilations now – y/n y/l/n being flustered for two minutes straight, y/n swooning over oscar, and whatever else the eagle eyed fans could create.

whoever at mclaren had suggested the two of you play twister was going to fucking pay.

you’re thankful when oscar speaks, dragging you away from whatever train of thought you had found yourself following.

“ah, what a stitch up that is!” oscar complains, letting out a few short breaths as he attempts to shuffle his body into a position that is easier to maintain. 

in return, you scoff, craning your neck to look at him with indignation.

“are you joking? i’m practically doing the fucking splits, oscar!” you object, nodding down towards your legs which are, to your credit - spread across the length of the twister mat in a way that isn’t entirely pleasant.

“guess the flexibility isn’t working out for you then?” oscar quips dryly. over the past few months you’d become accustomed to his more sarcastic, low-key humour, so it’s no surprise when a short laugh escapes your lips despite your current predicament.

a few more rounds pass without a hitch, but you should have known that fate would not be on your side for too long

“left foot yellow,” someone calls, and oscar looks down towards the mat you’re both occupying.

realisation dawns on you both at exactly the same time: the only free yellow spot lands directly between your legs.

“we can’t be on the- on the same sticker, can we?” oscar asks, voice fragmented through his breathy laughter as he tries to manoeuvre his body into a more comfortable position.

despite the way your heart pounds, you’re laughing too, shaking your head in what could be a gesture of amusement or admonishment depending on who you asked. though you should feel a little bad, you can’t help but laugh at the sight of oscar searching for every possible movement he can make, short groans and puffs of breath escaping his lips at the exertion. in an effort to prevent your mind from wandering further at the sound, you focus instead on the budding ache growing in your arms thanks to minutes of holding your body up in an unnatural position.

it’s no use, though. there’s only one spot he can logically move to. 

“oscar, you are not putting your leg there,” you protest, looking up at him with your brows furrowed. your voice becomes almost pleading despite the mirth in your tone. “oscar. oscar, call it quits.”

a flash of contemplation dances behind his eyes as he weighs up just how determined he is to win a trivial game of twister. at his hesitation, your palms grow clammy at the thought of oscar being even closer to you than he is now, and you’re scared that you’ll start to slip off of the mat if your mind doesn’t stop.

“does it have to be that one?” he asks, looking to the team behind the camera for confirmation.

amused, they simply nod, stifling their laughs with tight lipped grins. oscar takes another moment to figure out his next move before he lets out a groan, collapsing onto the twister mat with a breathy laugh. “there, i’m done. we’re done.”

victorious, you relieve your limbs of the strain they are currently feeling and flop down onto the mat yourself, raising your arms up in celebration as you grin widely at the camera.

“that’s one for me!” you shout, looking down to oscar so you can rub your victory in his face.

still on his back, you notice his eyes have fluttered shut and his chest rises and falls quickly as he catches his breath, cheeks flushed from the exertion. if the garish colours of the twister mat were not directly beneath him, you could almost allow yourself to imagine another, less innocent activity was the explanation for his fatigue.

taking a few moments to catch your breath, the two of you sit on the mat in a comfortable silence before oscar forces himself up, offering you a hand and helping you to your feet carefully.

the universe must have taken pity on you, as the rest of the video thankfully progresses with little problem at all. limbo is no contact at all, and being shorter than oscar gives you even more of an advantage, to his chagrin. your downfall is suggesting that your final round - jenga - be ‘winner takes all’. 

lesson learned: never underestimate oscar piastri’s jenga skills. 

overall, the shoot itself lasts maybe half an hour before you’re quickly dismissed by the camera crew, free to do whatever you please for the next few hours before more media duties call your name. it makes sense for you both to walk back through the paddock together, so that’s exactly what you do.

a comfortable silence blankets you both for a minute or so, before oscar speaks. 

“so,” he starts. though there’s an easy smile on his face, you can’t help but note a subtle hint of nerves in his voice. it’s a realisation that scares you a little. 

oscar had never really been nervous to speak to you. a little awkward, when you first met, sure, but his tone had never been laced with anxiety. 

you’ve made him uncomfortable, you worry. he noticed how you were looking at him during the video, noticed you were staring. fuck, fuck, fuck. you’ve ruined it.

“so,” you return, resisting the urge to wring your hands together like a chastised school pupil. “that was uh, an interesting idea, from mclaren. making us play twister.”

oscar nods and wets his lips. he seems to be weighing up his response carefully, and you brace yourself for whatever accusations he’s about to throw your way.

“yeah,” he agrees. “fun, though. think i definitely would have won, if you didn’t make me call it quits,” he teases, knocking his shoulder against yours. the unexpected movement causes you to stumble, and you laugh indignantly before shoving him back.

“what was i supposed to do?” you counter. your fingertips begin to tingle, heart beating a little faster as his words involuntarily bring to mind the memory of his body so close to your own. 

a cheeky grin rises to oscar’s lips, and though he shrugs, his next words are anything but casual.

“i don’t think you would have minded having me in between your legs.”

shock renders your mind blank as you scramble to come up with some sort of response. how are you even supposed to respond to that? deny it? make a joke out of it? brush over it and roll your eyes at him? nothing seems to be an appropriate response.

it seems oscar is enjoying your dumbfounded state, and if you weren’t floundering so much you would kill him for how much he was enjoying your misfortune.

“what do you mean?”

stupid.

like the little shit he is, oscar only shrugs again.

“just an observation,” he hums, coming to a stop outside of his driver’s room. though you think running away from the conversation seems a little juvenile, your hand hovers over the doorknob of your own room.

before he slips through the door frame, he speaks once more, crooked grin forming the words that would send you reeling for the rest of the day. 

“i wouldn’t have minded it, either.”

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #formula one x reader #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri blurb #oscar piastri drabble

[cuddles-edits]

Canon Bisexual Characters

Happy Bisexual Day of Visibility. Here's another icon set of canonically bisexual characters.

Luz Noceda from The Owl House; featured her before, but given the show ended this year, it only seems appropriate to include her one last time.

V (Valerie) from Cyberpunk 2077; she is compatible with both a male and a female doll at Clouds, and has both male and female romance options.

Hunter from The Owl House; revealed by Dana Terrace after the show ended to be bisexual.

Johnny Silverhand from Cyberpunk 2077; during an optional conversation at the Dicky Twister, a male strip club, Johnny reminisces about getting a lap dance from a "latino hunk", and when questioned about it by V, notes that he swings both ways. Additionally, his only objection to V sleeping with River is that she's "making him fuck a cop", and when asked what he would do differently in the Blistering Love side job, he can respond that he would "do Kerry".

Meredith Stout from Cyberpunk 2077; if V sides with her during The Pickup story mission, then they can join her later in the game for a one night stand, regardless of gender.

Kerry Eurodyne from Cyberpunk 2077; although he can only be romanced by Male V, women's clothing can be found strewn around his house and an email exchange confirms he has an ex-wife. Additionally, he's explicitly bisexual in the lore of the original tabletop game.

Astolfo (Rider of Black) from Fate/Apocrypha; doesn't care if his lover's gender is male or female. Last year, I mistakenly identified him as Ambiguously Bisexual, as seen here. I'm including him in the Canon set this year to rectify that mistake.

V (Vincent) from Cyberpunk 2077; same reasons as his female counterpart.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin from Overwatch; Baptiste was revealed to be bisexual in this year's Overwatch 2 pride event.

#Bisexual Pride #Bisexual #Canon Bisexual #Celebrate Bisexuality Day #Bisexual Day of Visibility #Pride Icons #The Owl House #Luz Noceda #Hunter (TOH) #Cyberpunk 2077 #V (Cyberpunk) #Johnny Silverhand #Meredith Stout #Kerry Eurodyne #Fate #Fate Apocrypha #Astolfo #Rider of Black #Jean Baptiste Augustin #Overwatch #Overwatch 2 #Valerie (Cyberpunk) #Vincent (Cyberpunk) #My Icons

[toptierteaser]

A Fat Party Predicament

What? You thought we invited you to here because we thought you were cool? That's funny, fatty! We invited you to the party because everyone has noticed how much weight you've put on! You used to look so handsome and fit! And yeah, you're still 'cute,' but sort of in the same way a piglet or a bear cub is 'cute...'

Nah, the REAL reason we invited you to this party, fatboy, is because the guys and I want to see how you react to your recent weight gain. Those extra...what...fifty, seventy-five, one hundred pounds of additional blubber? Haha, well, we noticed your binge eating and the effects it's been having...and we wanted to test out the results!

Don't worry, you're not alone! See that fat fuck stuck in the window? Haha! See how the guys are playing beer pong by bouncing the ping pong balls off of his fat ass! Haha! Hear how he's whimpering?

Or that guy on the table everyone is taking belly-button shots out of! They're going to get plastered, seeing as his belly button has gotten SOOO much deeper! Wow! Just look at him wriggle! See how embarrassed he is?

Or the dozen chubby fatboys who we made come here just to serve at the party! Wasn't it a nice touch, making them wear their old tuxes and suits? Haha, the way they BURST out of them! See, his zipper doesn't even CLOSE anymore! Lol! And look at HIM! Those buttons are ready to BURST! And you can see HIS belly through the jacket AND the shirt! Haha! It's so funny watching their fat, flustered faces as we make them bounce around, doing our bidding! Bringing us drinks and food! They just think they're being sneaky little piggies...but we've noticed they've been sneaking food! It's only a matter of time before they bust completely!

See, it's happened to PLENTY of guys, fatass! Just a shame it had to happen to you too! Haha!

Oh, you? What do we have in store for you...well, I definitely don't want to spoil the surprise, fatty...

Why don't you enjoy yourself for the time being. Grab a drink...have some food--I know you wanna! Go see the sites! Explore...Haha, there's chubby-fuck twister downstairs! And we have some of the fatboys doing Just Dance in their undies, so we can watch their asses jiggle! Haha, oh and there's a competition later where we'll make you piggies sit on the washing machine to see how badly your tits bounce! Haha!

I can see the mystery and anticipation of your fate tonight has gotten you all riled up...not to worry...that's what binge eating was invented for...to calm your nerves and drown out those pesky thoughts of yours...now go on and stuff yourself! We'll want you nice and PLUMP for our initiation ceremony, fatboy!

Or, if you choose...you can try to waddle your fat ass off and go stuff your face in your room...but why would you? That's a lot of walking for you, blubber buns and with the way your thighs have been rubbing lately, and the distance it is from the house back to town...not to mention how many of your favorite foods we have here for you tonight...you and I both know you won't be wobbling your way back home ANY time soon!

Now, enjoy the party, fat cakes...while you can...

#gaining weight #bhm weight gain #teaser #chubby #fatass #fatty #fat belly #fat bhm #feedee encouragement #fatboy #wg story #wg text #wg encouragement #wg fiction

[heliads]

Hellooooo!!! I was wondering if I could request a modern au newt x reader? this is going to be a specific request, but where gladers are playing monopoly and it turns into an all-nighter because Minho refuses to let anyone stop and during it, reader, being sleep- deprived, confesses her feelings for newt. in the morning reader doesn't really remember, but newt does and he confronts her?

absolutely delightful idea

masterlist

You should have known from the very beginning that this was going to end badly. Look, the idea is better in theory. It always is. After all, what could possibly go wrong during game night?

The answer, as it turns out, is everything. It was Minho’s turn to decide what game would seal the friend group’s fate for the evening, which is never a good sign. Last time it was his choice, he forced everyone to undergo a dreadfully long session of Twister. You don’t think Newt’s leg has been the same since. 

Ah, well. Your prophecy is sealed. Minho has refused to so much as say the name of what game you’ll be playing tonight, opting instead to issue out wicked cackles of glee whenever one of you asks. All he’s let slip is that the lot of you should put aside a significant amount of time for what is to come. That sounds like it’s going to involve a fair amount of pain and suffering, and at this point, being sentenced to years in a medieval torture device seems like a far more efficient method of ending your days. 

You suppose you could always just skip game night and get back your treasured hours, but everyone knows that’s not an option. To show even the slightest sign of flinching under fire means that you’ll be brutally roasted in group chat and hallway alike for years, possibly even decades. 

No, you must go through with this. This doesn’t mean Minho won’t escape without at least an earful or two of complaining, though. He has his role (torturer number one) and you have yours (critic most vocal). Besides, if you’re being honest it’s kind of fun to suffer with your friends. Any decent friendship has to be borne on at least some sort of shared trauma. Otherwise, what’s the point?

Thus the afternoon ends with you rolling up to Minho’s place of residence. The chooser of the game must be the host, tradition dictates. Otherwise the messes were astronomical. Your little gatherings have cultivated their own sort of lore over the months, strengthening with time until breaking the rules is something akin to a mortal sin worthy of the strictest punishments. 

So it goes. As it turns out, that’s just the sort of fun that you happen to like the best. No matter how difficult life gets, how much work you have or how much it feels like you’ll never be able to get through what you must, you can always count on your friends to lift your spirits. You would follow them to the end of the world. Forget that old saying about jumping off a bridge if your friend took the plunge first. For them, you’d dive off the tallest tower, take the most treacherous risk. You know that they would save you every time.

That’s why you laugh about what is to become of you, but in the wholehearted sort of way that warms your spirits even as you feign complaints. In the end, you couldn’t be happier to be here. These are your friends, your newfound family. You couldn’t put them to the side if you tried.

Truth be told, there’s one amongst your numbers that you’re excited to see more than the most. Your friends have always been your favorite people on this earth, but that difference goes the extra mile when it comes to the blond boy currently walking up Minho’s driveway with a smile like the sun. 

You’re not sure when you first fell for Newt, but oh, you couldn’t shake that sort of heartsick hopelessness if you tried. No, Newt is what matters most to your skipped heartbeats and jumping pulse, end of story. He has this way of making you feel extraordinary, even on the days when you don’t want to think about a single thing connecting you to anyone else. You could come up with a thousand reasons to hate yourself only for Newt to brainstorm a million more to love yourself.

No, there has never been anyone for you like him. It’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t seem to feel the same way. Newt knows the perfect thing to say to keep you from falling apart, the perfect smile to wear. He is perfection incarnate, except for one characteristic which threatens to fracture apart his entire image in your eyes. Were it not for the fact that Newt will never see you as someone along the lines as a sister or a particularly close friend, he could be flawless.

Every one of you is mortal, though, and in some way it’s almost refreshing to know that even Newt has his lapses in character. This is only a problem to you, obviously, but even this flaw in his visage hurts like staring at the sun. You could spend your entire life revolving around him, reveling in the blindness of scorching your eyes out over his brilliance, and you don’t even think he would notice once.

It is a terrible sort of ache, to be sure, but it is one that you have known for quite some time. That’s why you’re able to put aside your cracked and fractured heart and greet him with a charming grin when he walks through the door. Pleasantries are what Newt expects from you, and you will give them to him every time. You can keep up this act if it kills you. Especially if it kills you. Dying for him might be the best sort of nothingness, a gradual slip off into the abyss. 

You’ll mess up at one point, of that you’re certain, but until then you can keep pretending that nothing is the matter. Newt will go on being exactly who he is– kind, more than you deserve, the best sort of boy that too few people will ever get to know– and you will push off the inevitable discovery for as long as you can. After all, if Newt were to know how you truly feel, he’d surely be disappointed.

That’s why you have to keep this to yourself. You simply have no other choice. It’s that or leave him behind, and that is one thing that you surely cannot do.

Newt is very grateful for tonight. Game nights are always an experience, and he has an inkling that tonight won’t be an exception. Minho has been plotting this for at least a week now, which is never a good sign. Newt has already had murmured discussions with Alby over what Minho could be planning, and although they have their ideas, they won’t know for sure until Minho whips out his chosen game board and seals their fate.

Until then, he gets to talk to his friends, eat snacks, and try to have a good time. School stress has been settling around his shoulders in a thick blanket as of late, choking up his movements and forcing him into a frustratingly slow existence. He needs to study, but he can’t get his brain to focus for longer than five minutes at a time. He tries to get better grades, but the content seems impossible to master.

That’s why he needs a night like this, a chance to think about something other than godforsaken schoolwork for a change. Newt can always count on his friends to clear his head, it’s what he’s done since what feels like the beginning of time and what he’ll do until the day he dies.

Newt was especially glad to open the door to Minho’s house and see Y/N smiling at him from across the room. Obviously, he’s happy when all of his friends are around, but for some reason he seems to enjoy Y/N’s company more than anyone else. Newt can’t quite put his finger on the reason, but he’s certain that it will come to him eventually. Everything always makes sense around her, so surely this feeling will have a name soon enough. 

Until then, he’ll suffer with this sensation like having a word on the tip of his tongue only to forget it the second he opens his mouth. It’s infuriating, but then again, so are most things in this life. Over time, Newt has learned that the way to deal with things is to just keep moving forward, and so he does, walking into the house and greeting Y/N as soon as he can. He can banish any negative thought so long as he can just see her.

Minho ends their anticipation soon enough, announcing with a dreadful flourish of his hands that they’re going to be playing Monopoly until the very end of the game. There will be no untimely conclusions for them, no sir. The group is going to play until one person is capitalist extraordinaire, and after that long-awaited moment they can all free themselves from board game exile.

They’re going to have quite a long time to ponder their fate as they play, though. Minho is clearly delighted with the thought of chaining his friends to the accursed game, likely because the dark-haired boy is ungodly good at it for some reason while the rest of them are absolutely terrible. It feels like Minho’s already racked up a multitude of properties after just a few turns. Newt would think he’s cheating were it not for the fact that Gally keeps an eagle eye on the bank, just in case.

Thomas is convinced that he should not have been sent to jail, Gally threatens that he should be there for longer, Alby groans and tells Thomas that one turn will be a sufficient punishment for his board game crimes. In between getting absolutely robbed over egregious rents on the various brightly colored squares, Newt passes his time in another, somehow better way. The loud, raucous complaints of various friends as the game progresses serves as a brilliant cover-up for the conversation Newt wants to be having instead. 

Y/N chose to sit by Newt, something he’s very happy about, again for a reason he can’t entirely describe. They use the threats of mortal violence ricocheting between friends to muffle their quiet exchanges. Newt is always filled with this ridiculous need to sound as cool and funny as possible around her, so he’s grateful Minho can’t overhear Newt’s attempt at suave conversation. He has a feeling that the other boy would find it incredibly humorous, and likely point this out at great volume.

As the night wears on, Newt’s attempted control over his own words grows less and less strict. They have been at Monopoly for hours and they’re still no closer to winning the game than when they started. Minho insisted that even losers must remain around the board game table, likely to make sure no one would try to sacrifice themselves in the hopes of escape, so they’re all still packed just as tightly around the game board.

However, the late hour and the mind numbing brain drain of trying to remember all the rules has Newt’s attention span shrinking by the second. Y/N looks like she’s about ten seconds from falling asleep, and Newt ends up playing most of her turns for her. She’s leaned up against his shoulder now, eyelids continually flickering shut as she fights the urge to pass into unconsciousness.

In the beginning, Y/N would tell Newt what she wanted to do, but he’s long since been able to guess at what she wants that she doesn’t even have to say a word. They’re of one mind, the two of them. It is impossible to tell where she ends and he begins, if there was ever such a difference in the first place.

As if reading his mind, Y/N yawns and whispers something to Newt, her words scarcely audible over Frypan declaring his hatred of another railroad square. “I’m glad you’re here, you know.”

Newt chuckles. “Why, so you have someone to suffer with you?”

“No,” Y/N says amidst a quiet laugh, “I just like spending time with you. Guess it’s ‘cause of the whole crush thing, but still. You’re fun.”

After this pronouncement has been given, Y/N tucks her head back against Newt’s shoulder, looking to all the world as if she’s just commented on the weather or something normal. By contrast, Newt feels as if he’s never been more awake in his life. He knows what Y/N said, even if she might not be aware of it herself. She said that she liked being with him because of the ‘crush thing,’ but that sounds like– that sounds like–

She likes him. She might even love him. Newt’s brain might fall to pieces over the force of such a revelation. Isn’t that how he feels, though? Like he doesn’t want to spend time with anyone other than her? The fact that he hadn’t even realized it until now is insane to him. It makes perfect sense the longer he thinks about it. Of course he loves her. How could he not? Isn’t this what love is, wanting to be with someone for the rest of your life?

The rest of the game night passes in a haze. Newt isn’t entirely sure who won, although he’s certain that whoever it was will take great pains to remind them until the next game night. Newt lost whatever advantage he had in the game the second Y/N accidentally confessed her feelings. He just couldn’t think about something as elementary as Monopoly when someone like Y/N told him that she liked him. How could anyone focus on a board game during such conditions?

Newt feels like he’s walking on eggshells when he approaches Y/N at school the next Monday. She didn’t text him over the weekend to indicate that anything unusual had happened. In all honesty, Newt’s not even sure that she was awake enough to know what she said. Newt knows, though, and that makes all the difference.

Newt stops by Y/N’s locker, wondering how he’s going to bring this up. Y/N saves him the trouble, flashing him a casual grin as she opens her combination lock.

“Hey, Newt. Sleep well this weekend? I was exhausted after Friday. I assumed I’d have to pull an all-nighter at some point, but I didn’t think it would be over Monopoly.”

Newt forces a chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. Hey, about Friday. There’s something I wanted to talk about.”

Y/N’s brow furrows. “What do you mean? I think I fell asleep once we passed into the three a.m. range, sorry about that.”

Newt shakes his head. “No, it wasn’t about that. It was, well, when you were falling asleep, you told me something.”

Judging by the way Y/N’s face falls, she might have been aware of it after all. “I thought that was just a dream,” she whispers, “Guess not.”

“Yeah,” Newt says.

Y/N winces. “Look, I’m really sorry about that. It wasn’t supposed to happen at all. Can we just pretend I was asleep and didn’t know what I was saying? Please?”

“I don’t want to pretend, though,” Newt whispers, “I want it to be real.”

Y/N seems to freeze in place. “What?”

That’s as good as any to continue, so Newt does just that. “I like you too,” he says, “really, I do. More than I thought I could.”

Y/N stares at him a second longer, then breaks into a slow smile. “If this is what comes of Minho’s game nights, I’m not entirely sure I mind them anymore.”

Newt laughs. “Is that your way of saying that you’d like to go out with me sometime?”

“It most certainly is,” Y/N assures him.

Maybe Newt is still reeling from the high of staying up so late, because he swears he can feel his heart do a loop in his chest. Either way, he couldn’t be happier. He’s got his girl, and that’s all that matters right now.

tmr tag list: @rogueanschel, @ellobruv, @retvenkos, @neewtmas, @thatfangirl42, @hiya-its-amber, @gods-fools-heroes, @hope92100, @23victoria, @w1shes43

#newt #newt imagines #newt x reader #newt oneshot #tmr #tmr imagines #tmr x reader #tmr oneshot #maze runner #maze runner imagines #maze runner x reader #maze runner oneshot #maze runner newt #maze runner newt imagines #maze runner newt x reader #maze runner newt oneshot #tmr newt #tmr newt imagines #tmr newt x reader #tmr newt oneshot #modern au #maze runner modern au #tmr modern au #newt modern au

[viviseawrites]

So I’m writing this now, apparently, like I don’t have three other projects I’m working on. Oops! 

Steddie Twister AU 

Part 1 — Before the Storm | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

When Steve Harrington is 16 years old, the course of one storm changes his life’s trajectory. He wakes up that morning without knowing, could never have known, and that’s the problem. That’s the start of it.

Because Steve Harrington is a dumb high school boy at that point. He cares about his reputation and his sports and his car and his hair and, inexplicably, Nancy Wheeler. He’s never let himself care about someone else before. 

So he breaks when he realizes Nancy is cheating on him with Jonathan Byers, the creep who took creepy stalker photos of them under the guise of “capturing the storm clouds” behind Steve’s house. 

Steve acts out. He’s an asshole. He knows that. Tommy and Carol encourage him, play into his insecurities and vulnerabilities, and before he can even think, he and Jonathan are throwing punches at each other in an alleyway. Jonathan kicks his ass. And Steve probably deserves it.

He needs to apologize. So he heads out to the Byers place, only to find Nancy and Barb there too, and they’re all arguing and shouting and no one hears the wind chimes acting up. None of them notice the TV screen fading to static. 

Jonathan claims he and Nancy are just working on a project for their science class; Nancy backs him up, but Barb accuses her of ignoring their friendship too; Will Byers slips out into the backyard. 

And Steve Harrington stands in the middle of that house and has no idea what’s about to hit them.

Barb stomps out of the house; she’s crying, and Nancy wants to run after her, but Steve steps in her way and demands to know what the fuck is happening. The tornado siren cuts through the argument like butter. Fear strikes down their spines. 

Nancy darts forward like she’s going to follow Barb, wide-eyed and terrified, and Steve has just enough sense to grab her around the middle and bodily haul her toward the Byers storm shelter. 

She screams and beats at his back, but Steve won’t let go, can’t let go, and just prays Barb finds somewhere to hunker down. Jonathan leads them, nervously watching the lights flicker in the house. 

It takes them a moment to realize Will is missing. Jonathan runs back out, slipping by Steve, and he makes a split second decision to try and catch him. Will’s smart, he says, he’ll find somewhere, you can’t go out there, this is fucking stupid. 

But he goes to bring Jonathan back anyway. The wind howls like a terrible monster. Debris flies through the air. The sky is a sickly shade of gray and green and horrifying purple, red. Unnatural. Hail pelts the ground.

Steve finds him struggling to pick up Will’s unconscious body in the backyard, because the kid got hit by a branch. Nancy saves Steve from the same fate. She’s still looking for Barb, head on a swivel, desperate, as they all flee back to safety. 

They find out later that Barb never made it. And so starts the obsession.

#vivisea writes #stranger things #twister au #steddie #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #pre-steddie #steddie twister au #sorry about any typos! #steddie fic

[littlemochabunni]

I’m Sooo Sorry for Your Loss. ~ pt.2

Toji x fem reader (black coded) ft. Toji’s wife?!?!?!

summary: With Toji’s wife back. You guys give him a whole new meaning of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. (:

Content: Bondage, oral (m receiving), wax play, teasing, gaslighting tf outta Toji, orgasm denial, fem masturbating (with a helping hand), squirting, Toji whimpering (once cause I can’t 😭)

a/n: when they go low, we go lower…. Serious apologies and appreciations to those of you that were kind and patient with me when waiting for this part 2. The love I once had for this man is gone and the thought odd writing about being in bed with him gave me the biggest ick. He’s still my bbd but fuck that man fr. P.S I do write with a black woman in mind because👋🏾 but anyone can read this 💗 and again sooooo many apologies 😭😭💗

wc: 2.5k

part one

You’re all dolled up and dressed in Toji’s favorite lingerie, as you wait for him to get home. His wife stayed hidden away in connecting bathroom in your bedroom, waiting patiently to watch the fear in his eyes.

Hearing the front door open, you finish lighting the candles in your room and put on your best performance yet as you walk towards the living room to greet him.

“Happy anniversary baby.” You say seductively, walking up to his stunned figure. He smirk as he brushes his fingers across your curves, completely mesmerizing by your appearance. “A very happy one indeed doll~” a groan vibrates his chest as you palm his hardened cock through his pants.

‘As I thought, only thinking with his dick.’ You smirked to yourself knowing you have complete control over him.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom… I have a big surprise for you that’s you’re absolutely going to love…” you take his hand, swaying your hips as you guide him to his unknown fate waiting in the bedroom. “Fuuuck~ you have no idea what you’re doin to me baby.” Ironic. Isn’t it?

His eyes widen at the set up you…. And his wife put together to torment him. Cuffs on the bed post, various sex toys, gags, and candles lit all around the room. “Mmm you letting me have my fun with you tonight baby hm?” He says while kissing down your neck and grabbing on all your goods, rolling your eyes you put on the best smile as you turn around towards him and shakes your head, “Actually I wanted to do something new… Y’know keep things… exciting~”

His eyebrows raise with curiosity and excitement as you sit him down on the edge of the bed, kissing his jaw with gentle love bites in between. “I just wanted to put on a show for you…. But with a twist.” You unbutton his shirt and bites your lip in anticipation..

It’s one hell of a neck twister alright.

“Scooch over on the bed baby, lemme show you my appreciation.” Toji obviously sits back against the headboard excited for this show you’re going to put on for him, and to crawl up between his legs and kisses him sweetly while bring his hands up towards the cuffs linked to the bed post. His eyes shoot open as he hears the lock click shut around his wrist. “W-what the hell is this y/n.” You shush him as you kiss down his neck, grinning on his cock teasingly, “Relax T… I can’t have you ruin the show before it even begins~” you chuckle at how his alarm state eventually gives in and he relaxes as you kiss him down his chest. He smirks and bites his lip smugly, watching you kiss his covered cock looking up at him with your big e/c eyes, “Let’s get these over you, yeah?” Unbuckling his pants, you slowly pull them off and toss the across the room smiling at him.

His cock swings up against his navel with a soft thump and he want nothing more than to touch you, “Fuck baby ‘m getting impatient over he—.” He groans out as you shut him up by wrapping your lips around his tip, stroking slow yet firmly.

“Can’t rush to the good part just yet T… Trust me~ it’s worth the wait.” Slowly sucking up more of his cock, your moans causes his hips to rut up down your throat and he groans out your name. “B-baby let me touch you fuuck~” you pop his throbbing cock out your mouth to kiss his pelvis while stroking him with a firm steady pace. “We should go to Vegas some day Toji… Heard there’s fun things to do down there.” His brows furrowed with confusion with your sudden request as he breathed heavily, “H-huh? T-the fuck y’talkin about y/n?” Ignoring his question you slide you tongue up against his frenulum, before taking as much of his cock you can down your throat, “Oh shhhhhit princess— fuuuck that’s a good girl~” gagging occasionally which washes away his confusing and he groans as he throws his head back against the headboard and pulls against the cuffs. His cock throbbing in your mouth makes you pull away again leaving him frustrated from the lack of touch, as he starts to protest you reaching over for the candle on the nightstand and he looks unsure of what your going to do next. “You trust me baby?” You ask as you blow out the flame and straddle his waist hovering above his aching cock. “Yes, yes baby I do~” he says with anticipation and need swelling in his chest. “You wouldn’t…” you begin as you slide your panties to the side and slowly slip his cock inside of your soaked cunt.

What can you say? Hearing him moan still turns you on…

“Lie to me… would you?” You ask as he moans out at the feeling of your tight walls gripping around his cock, and he shakes his head in response whilst tugging on the cuffs desperately needing to touch you. You drip hot wax on his chest and he hisses at the sensation and glares up at you, “Christ y/n! That shit hurt!” Slowly you bounce on his cock, he grunts at the tight feeling, and you fake pout at his disdain, “Answer me then… You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” He sighs irritatedly and tugs on his restraints again “No, I’d never lie to you babe…”

Dripping more hot wax on him, he groans out and huffs “What?! What I answered your question!”

“Yeah and you lied.” Toji’s eyes widen as he whips his head towards to the familiar voice and the color from his face drains as he see his second wife coming out of the bathroom.

“W-what the hell are you doing here!?” His voice cracks as he shouts at her. You tilt your head and pouts as you continue to ride his cock, “What’s wrong T? Who are you yelling at?” You look over at her and smirks as you look back at him with a frown, “There’s no one here but us?” Toji looks at you bewildered and confused, “Yeah Toji… Didn’t you miss me?” She approaches the bed and caresses his cheek which he shifts his head away from as panic, confusion, and oh god the pleasure from you still riding his cock. What the hell is going on?! “Y/n, baby please what’s going on?! Why is she here??” You huff irritatedly and slide off his cock, setting the candle back on the nightstand. “There’s no one here but us Toji! Since you won’t pay attention to me, I’ll have to do it myself~” You get up grab the pink vibrating dildo from the dressing and lay down in front of him.

“Aww Toji you hurt her feels…. Still the same sick bastard since you left me stranded in the states aren’t you?” She flicks his head and tsk disappointedly, he glares at her and smacks his lips, “Ah shit, look I was gonna come ba—“ You interrupted his train of thought by moaning out as you fuck yourself with the dildo on the second highest speed, “Oh you were gonna cum? Mmn that has to be some sort of— ah fuck mmn~ s-some new r-record for you, T?” You say while sitting up on your elbows looks at him with amusement in your eyes. His cock twitches as he watches you play with yourself and he huffs as he looks between you and his wife, absolutely flabbergasted by what’s happening. “Oh that’s new? You’re a minute man now Toji? Who would’ve guessed.” His wife said as she gripped his jaw and whispered in his ear.

His face hardens as she emasculates his skills, and he look at you from the corner of his eye with his cock still aching and hard against his stomach. “Baby? Baby uncuff me, let me fuck you, yeah? Make you cum all over my cock.” His wife snorts sarcastically at walks over to you to increase the dildo speed, giving a helping hand by placing her hand over yours fucking the dildo inside you sopping cunt faster. “Oh! Oh shiiiit! It’s soo fucking good Toji ah! C-can’t s-stop!” You throw your head back and arch you back whilst gripping the comforter, his wife smirks at him as his eyes are glued to the site of your creamy cunt dripping down your ass and all over the bed. Toji ruts his hips into the air while tugging vigorously at the his cock blocking restrictions, he whimpers and panting heavily in frustration. “S-shit y/n.. s-sweetheart please—shit someon— either of you— fuck just uncuff me! Ride my dick! Use me instead of the fuckin’ toy!” He’s pleas are drowned out by your loud moans as you squirt all over the bed and his leaking abandoned cock, “Ahhh fuuuck~” trembling uncontrollably from your mind blowing orgasm. Toji whines and whimpers as throws his head back against the headboard, being denied the pleasure of feeling your cum around his cock.

“Hm? What was that Toji? You want us to use you? like how you used us?” His wife pulled out the dildo from your cunt while you recovered, so you weren’t overstimulated by the high vibrations. She wipes up some of your cream off the bed with her fingers, “Wow you sure do know how to pick ‘em Toji. Found yourself someone that can give you the best of both worlds.” She walks over to the very distraught Toji and rubs your mess on his cheek, “Yet you still never learn… Do you?” He pants heavily and looks up at her with hooded eye brewing with embarrassment and anger, “Wha— why the hell did you come back!? What do you want from me??” She scoffs as he continues with the previous failed attempts of braking free, she looks down at him condescendingly as she hums as if she where thinking of what exactly she wants, other than to see he like this. “Seriously. What do you want, huh? Want me to beg? Apologize for leaving you?! When you were gonna leave me anyways!” She tugs on his hair roughly to make him look her in the eye, he groans at the sensation and his cock throbs desperately. “What makes you think you can give me what I want— what I deserved, huh? You kept me away from my life, my home— my daughter. All for what?? Because you suck at playing your cards right?? Tell me Toji. How can someone have a gambling addiction, yet you’ve never won— not even once?” You began to come down from your high and look over towards the couple, namely Toji, with a devious smile while crawling back over towards him kissing all over his cock.

Toji grunts at the sensation and sends a glare towards you, “Mmn y’done talkin’ to yourself baby?” She chuckles as she releases her grip on his hair as you drag your tongue along the frenulum, causing him to jerk his hips and stifle his whimper. “Uncuff me before I break this fuckin’ headboard.” You look up at him with a frown and still playing your part of “innocent girlfriend” you wiggle your ass while stroking his cock firmly, “Awww come on babe, don’t ruin the fun… you always do shit like this to me.. Stop being soo dramatic~”

Toji didn’t know why he felt more hurt than pissed off hearing you say that, but one thing for sure is that he knows he’s not being dramatic! R-Right?

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Can’t handle a taste of your own medicine? Like come on T, you’re getting soft in my hand, are the ghosts still talking to ya?” Toji’s eyebrow twitch as you continue to gaslight him. He knows what— who he sees, who he hears, and and, “My fucking Wife is in the room with us and you’re seriously tryna tell me I’m crazy?!?” You can’t help but snicker at his outburst as you pull away and dramatically look around the room, as if she’s not leaning against the bedpost behind you, “You’re thinking about your wife— your dead wife while I’m giving you head?? A-and she’s just what??? Watch us?? What is going on with you Toji, seriously?” You slowly but surely continue to drive this man one step further to insanity.

To add the cherry on top, his wife approaches him with a disappointing look a mother would give when scolding her child, “Can’t believe you would do such a thing to such a sweet woman Toji… Thinking about me while she’s trying to please you, what is wrong with you huh?” Toji can’t believe what he’s hearing, and he really does start to believe that he’s losing his mind… maybe it’s the guilt from taking your money, disappearing and cheating on you all those times he was out extremely late and lied about being with Shiu, and making you seem crazy for assuming the worse. “Baby— Y/N I’m sorry, so fucking sorry for everything. I-I promise I’ll change, I’ll be better, g-give you anything you want! I jus—..”

“Oh oh Toji… My poor poor Toji. What I want is for you to get the hell out. I’m not dealing with… this, especially right now.” It’s taking everything in you to not laugh at the complete dumbfounded expression that he’s making, so you opt for getting up and grabbing your phone to make a very verrry special phone call for him. “Wait— wh-what are you doing?? Y/N baby I’m sorry for real this ti—…” His wife tuts at him as she places a hand on his shoulder and sighs proudly with a satisfied smile on her face, “And sweetheart I’m soo sorry for your loss… It seems like karma has a way of coming back to bite you in the ass, huh?” Toji looks at her with a furious look in his eyes as he slowly starts to wrap his head around what’s going on, “I should have killed you back when I had the chance! You sick conniving bitch!” With the operator on the line and catch wind of Toji’s response. Everything pretty much is set in stone with a little bit of your acting skill coming in handy, “Pl-please send help! He’s been screaming and yelling about how his dead wife is here in the room with us a-and now he’s threatening t-to kill me! I have him restrained, but he’s really scaring.. I-I don’t know what to do.” You turn to see the look on his face when you shown him your own pleased smile, knowing he will be out of your lives for good with the next words that followed, “Thank you… And yes, I do think he’s having a psychotic break.”

a/n: this was literally the most painful and funniest thing I’ve written so far, because it took so much in me not to off this man with his pants down 💀

tags: @peachy-dove @maria2k @vinxs667 @etherealxmaya @honestlyyoungtyphoon @negroperson @euvwia @overhaulswhore @9irly9irl @cherrishedcherry @ilovehobi101 @tojimipapi @rlvsmegumi <3

#/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ~♡ 𝓜𝓞𝓒𝓗𝓐’𝓢 𝓢𝓤𝓒𝓗 𝓐 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚❕ #toji x you #toji smut #dilf toji #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji <3 #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji #toji x y/n #toji zenin

[ozziecore]

theyre putting chemicals in the snow,,,its turning the fricken aminals gay!!!

#oz.art #ozgata tag #ozgata #ogata tag #fate twister #fate twister tag #kinda. sorta #i was like ok ill just do a shitty sketch n post it and now its 2 am #also pls ignore how bad i am at drawing spots they r the bane of my existance #also ik the anatomy is janky but. who give a shit. #gk tag #i saw some cute fanart of gk characters as animals n i was inspired lol

[batstorm93672]

Dick: Alright! Siblings game night!

Stephanie: Wohoo!

Tim: What games?

Dick: I was thinking of something from the closet instead of video games for now

Jason: There's Monopoly

Tim: I am not playing that with you

Jason: Why not?

Tim: You landed on my square and then when I said you have to give me money, you pulled out a gun to my face and said "I'd rather face death then give any sort of money to you"

Jason: *shrugs* You were in jail, not giving money to some scum

Damian: ...I have a suggestion

Dick: Does it involve violence?

Damian: No

Dick: *genuinely surprised* Oh wow, okay go ahead

Damian: We should contort the human body in ways they can not imagine. Letting fate decide their punishment upon the ground they walk. Letting them suffer greatly and feel as their own body fails every so often, upon failure they shall be eliminated in a fashion that would make the dead weep

Jason: *barely containing laughter*

Cassandra: *thumbs up*

Duke: *goes to Stephanie* I... I don't think I'm willing to play anymore

Tim: Someone needs to translate that

Dick: *sighs* He means, Twister. He suggests that we should play Twister

#dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #cassandra cain #duke thomas #fun for the whole family #sibilings game night!

[eldritch-spouse]

You said Bregory have hunt kink.

Pls, pls, I really want Breg to go after me, wanna feel the thrill of chase, always looking back, knowing he’s somewhere behind, ready to catch me anytime, I want to feel my heart beating wildly out of fear and arousal, I want to find out on my own skin the meaning of can run but can’t hide.

I want to hide in the tinies and darkest place, watching his massive figure looking for me, then reach for me when I least expect it then merge me with floor and mercilessly pound both his lengths into my holes, snarl and bruising me, then fill me up until my insides won’t start glowing from his cum like I swallowed a lightbulb

I’m disgusting

[You're not disgusting, you're a person of exquisite taste. Fem reader. Also, pov shifts all the time, sorry.]

Distantly, Breg wonders if this is actually a good idea.

All this time, he has made countless efforts to appear innocuous next to your small human form. Dulling his teeth. Hunching. Speaking gently, moving slowly. Testing every part of his patience to be good, be soft, be perfect for his fragile mate. And yet, against all odds, or maybe just so fate can spite Breg, you appear to be most fond of the breeder when he unintentionally lets his less pretty side out.

It started simple enough, with you being very nosy about the way Breg would occasionally make trills or growls. This, he can deal with. After all, he really likes it when you whistle, which he has difficulty mimicking due to his very thin lips and differing dental structure. Then, you'd make impressed "ooh"s and "aah"s when Breg's skin flickered, for whatever reason. This was a display of aggression, of challenge, you knew it by then- Just as you also knew that it was a horrid sign when Breg's real teeth showed. And yet, there was always such a thrill in your eyes when it happened, it made you brighten, made you give him your undivided attention. You swooned when you caught him crawling a wall!

Everything he's learned about humans so far tells the breeder that you should be positively horrified beyond measure by these sights. But you appear fond of them. In fact, he never quite gets the same look of borderline heated admiration when he's doing his best to be tame. Lord, his mate is such a brain twister...

And then, to top it all off, one day, you approach Breg about what you called a uh- "Predator/prey" kink? Something like that... He was dumbfounded, stumped, you could practically hear the hamster in his skull working overtime at its little wheel while he tried to grasp how you could possibly enjoy such a thing. Nonetheless, Breg loves you dearly, and if you want him to chase you through an adjacent forested area, he will. Especially because this type of thing gets you wet, apparently.

Otherwise he wouldn't be smelling it for endless minutes now...

But it's in moments like this where the breeder has to wonder if you'll be able to handle him during times where he, unfortunately, can't really control himself, like his heat. Sure, he can smell the excitement and need that's been wafting off of your body for a while, but he's also been taking it very easy on you thus far. Breg doesn't want to ruin your fun, and he knows humans like you aren't used to surviving all that much, so it makes total sense that you'd walk around openly and constantly give away your location- Though it does make him cringe, you're painfully easy prey, what if he's not the only thing with eyes on you?

You haven't even seen him properly yet, and this isn't Breg's preferred hunting circumstances.

Sure, the diminished light is to his favor, seeing as he's entirely black for now, but the place is too level, there aren't many surfaces he can crawl on to gain vantage points, unless he wants to chance climbing a tree and sending it down with his weight. That would about make you dry up like a desert, no doubt.

Alright, you're getting sloppy, time to spook you a little.

Breg deliberately makes noise as he hops down from a large rock, letting himself hiss in preparation. In this state, you only catch a glimpse of his sharpened teeth before you start hauling ass. It's hilarious, Breg knows it's mean to make fun of you, but your sprint is so easy to keep up with. Sure, he's mildly annoyed when you're clever enough to duck under structures, but you forget how easily his kind can twist through tight spaces. Too easily.

Breg is close enough that all it would take is a careful leap forth to send you tumbling down, but instead, he merely lets his claws graze your skin every now and then. A titillating warning, a tease. You squeal, an adrenaline-drenched sound, something that both thrills and heightens his instincts. Like poking a bear with a stick. He can practically see the goosebumps take shape on your skin as you huff and urge your tiny legs to propel you faster.

It's funny that you haven't collapsed yet with so much tension in your body. Here, let Breg help you with that...

The breeder allows himself to drool openly when he finally swipes a hand far enough to curl over your ankle, giving it a light tug. That's all it takes for you to fall flat, thankfully not on your face, reflexes fast enough to shield your impact with the grassy ground. His gnarly grin widens at the sight of you disoriented beneath him, lizard brain momentarily distracted. He could end things right here and now, force you to submit, demand you present yourself to gain his mercy. But that's too soon, isn't it? The breeder merely waits for you to gather your wits and start squirming, trying to weasel out. Congrats for at least turning around.

Gosh, you're the cutest.

Limbs spread out to blanket you, Breg's head dips so he can scent at your neck. You stink of raging hormones, stress, fear, arousal- What a pleasant mix. The monster makes a low rumble of appreciation, allowing his warm tongue to lap from neck to jaw, the temperature contrast making puffs in the night air and causing a noise that wasn't quite a whimper nor a moan to escape from you. It's so hard to not just cut this little game short. You're too irresistible to draw things out, he doesn't stand a chance.

When the spreader leans to hopefully take a small nip of your bottom lip, he's pleasantly surprised to feel an affectionate nudge from your forehead against his, heart soaring- Wait. No. That was supposed to be a headbutt. Hah. Oh, that's adorable! It barely tickles. Breg does his best to muffle the bout of laughter that threatens to erupt out of him. Sure enough, he leans back, though deliberately keeps his claws stationed at the hem of your pants, so that when you inevitably start struggling to escape, they rriiiiip delightfully.

Just as he wished, your pretty white panties end up in his grasp as well, and you're left standing literally butt-naked, breaking character long enough to give him a glare. What, you thought he wouldn't take advantage of the situation? Come on... The angered look is wiped off your complexion as soon as Breg mock-lunges, triggering your next mad sprint.

You can run for a few minutes, enjoy freedom while it lasts, Breg has something to entertain himself with for now. Sacrificing some of his self-control for the sake of rabid indulgence, Breg forgets sight entirely, bringing the somewhat humid fabric to his face. Mouth parting, teeth flaring forth, deep inhales suck in the scent of a female in desperate need, his tongue darting to claim the taste as his skin ripples between black and white warningly. So wet so wet so needy- Cerulean cocks prod at a weeping slit, throbbing to attention the longer the monsters keeps your scent close.

Instincts take over.

The distance you've covered in these silent minutes is meaningless, the breeder is now racing fast enough that the trees sway with the force behind his motions. Something truly primal washes through your entire body as you feel the forest around you shift, and if you weren't already running at top speeds, you are now, legs burning with each footfall.

You poor, poor thing. It's a pointless effort, you can't even run on all fours, can you? You can't swat tree bark away and lift the dirt with your claws, you can't even hide- Because you have no time to try, no time to think, no breath to scream, only to run.

Even as Breg gutturally snarls at you in menace, occasionally coaxing trills are involuntarily uttered as the less intelligent part of his muddled brain tries to convince his pretty mate to stop fleeing. A fruitless effort, though little does it matter, for you make a critical mistake when the breeder gets close enough that you can sense his breath.

Looking back.

Wide prey eyes fixate on his curved, rattled stance, the way his toothy rictus crawls so high up his face it looks as if he's mocking you- And maybe Breg is, or perhaps he's just happy to see the adorable little thing he's going to impale in a couple of moments. Drool and precum drip off him like a broken faucet, not that the male seems to be aware of such. The sight of him in this state is mesmerizing, an apex, a perfect beast, a testament to the beauty and cruetly of artificial augmentation. A specimen.

A partially man-made predator who you will be reaping the consequences of, willingly.

That split second that somehow felt like a small eternity is what snuffs out any chance of you making it further, your moment of instinctual fear snagged by Breg's opportunistic fangs as he throws himself at you wildly. Long black arms capture your form, one curls at your neck and the other grips your cunt, he twists the two of you fast enough to land on his back, with you immobilized against him.

Breg pants hard, as do you, disoriented enough to remain still for a couple of seconds before your lower brain urges you to start squirming and groaning. The monster is not about to let you play with him any longer, jostling his grip of your throat when your arms rise, puffs of hot breath fanning your face from above in a crystal clear promise- Move too much and things will get ugly.

You're smart enough to get the message, going mostly still.

Said cooperation is instantly rewarded with a couple of chirps as Breg happily rips off your top, wanting to feel every bit of your skin. High on hormones and satisfaction from having caught his mate, the breeder nuzzles and nips at your neck and shoulders for a couple of brief moments before swiftly rolling over. Having his form dwarf you out of nowhere causes you to jerk, adrenaline still high, though you're quickly stilled again by a clawed grip on your hip and a forceful buck of two sloppy cocks against your ass. Submit.

Breg snarls lowly again, daring you to pull a stunt like that again when he's literally on top of you.

There's not much fanfare, you're both too frustrated for foreplay. Your legs are forcibly shifted apart by his, Breg uses one hand to keep your torso firmly planted on the ground while he lines both cocks up to your holes. It's a good thing the two of you have been working to fit both in for a while now, and that you prepared yourself before this scene, because concern for your ability to welcome his shafts is far from the first thing in the spreader's mind right now.

You only get one warning rumble and a couple of slippery, lubricating thrusts, before the monster rams forward and claps his hips onto yours, hilting both lengths at once. The howl of shock, pain and pleasure you let out is almost as bestial as Breg's guttural, growling moan, interspersed by rapid chuffs as he tries to get used to the clenching of your sweet holes. Having both cocks in only ever serves to melt his brain, so the male can't help whining in the back of his throat, reflexively bucking every time you tighten around him.

The breeder is incapable of thought beyond the desire to plow you like a sow, mindlessly licking tears of overstimulation and rumbling lowly. Knife-like teeth are carefully stationed at the back of your neck, raising hairs in their wake. What starts as a gentle scrape quickly becomes a jarring bite. Though, even in this state, Breg is mindful that he can't use his complete force, lest he rip a chunk off in his excitement. No no, never, he just wants to make sure his slippery little cock sock will behave.

Once a firm grip of his mate is established, one hand pins yours above your head and the other dips to greedily palm the delightful bump of his cock on your lower abdomen, a rush of dopamine coursing through the monster as his own brain rewards him for filling you out nicely. There's a loving, almost comical murr from above you before a swift pace is established.

It's not a steady climb, the slow and mindful grinds of the Breg you know are nowhere to be found. The breeder moves with purpose and strength, each pound hitting the deepest parts of you, before he slides nearly all the way out, only to breed you further on the next rush forward. Every piston leaves you winded, feeling as if the dark monster's cocks are beating the air out of your body. The differences between the two of you have never been so stark before, you can only gasp and choke on your own noises while the sense is ruthlessly fucked out of you by the other. Drool seeps past his teeth, cascading down your neck and following the curves of your tits before dripping to the dirt, where you pointlessly dig your nails in, trying in vain to anchor yourself against Breg's rhythmic punishment.

Following a frustrated grunt, your vision blurs when Breg suddenly jerks into a half kneel, clawtips clinking against each other when bold hands encompass your waist and forcibly fuck you harder onto his twin girths. Droplets of drool still fall onto your back, the breeder's tail curling in pleasure while oddly inhuman vocalizations of victory and pleasure ring out. You're being used like a glorified toy and you've never felt so helpless in your entire life. There is nothing you could do right now to rip yourself from the amorous monster's grasp. In this moment, he has total, gleeful ownership of you.

And maybe it's that stark realization that makes you cum so hard. Hard enough that you can only groan hoarsely and spasm around Breg's dicks, unaware of the utterly shameful noises you're making, the wet plap of skin on skin as you gush around the breeder, and the obscene look on your face that has him throbbing.

The prideful grin Breg sports while he generously fucks his little mate through her mind-melting orgasm is short-lived, for the more you tighten in strong aftershocks, the less he can keep up, eventually strangling a braying cry out of the male as he sinks you fully onto him, hips canted. You fail to make sounds anymore, barely wheezing at the sensation of getting both your womb and ass flooded.

Fierce legs trembling, your monster's stance falters, he has the foresight to hold you against a heaving chest before tumbling onto his side on the ground, pulsing cocks still pumping load after load into a being that was never meant to hold this much seed within itself. Breg sighs, blowing tangled strands of hair away, a gentle hand comes to soothingly rub your slowly distending abdomen while his tail curls over your legs.

It takes a while before you're able to make words.

" ... You realize you're paying for my pants, right? "

Breg just coos incoherently behind you.

#Bregory #terato #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #yandere monster

[hollers-and-holmes]

There once was a weary Holmes

Whose dear friends all wrote poems

Bewailing the fate

Of their butterless mate

While she muttered twisters most solemn

You do realize I’m going to have to anthologize these now, yes?

[judgementdaysunshine]

It's me again sweetie sorry to request a second time but can I have disaster 🌪️ with Damian priest?

Absolutely!

Twister of emotions

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You and Damian are emotional after going through a tornado

You and Damian were hanging out with Dom, Finn, and Rhea when the rain started and by the time you all said your goodbyes and the two of you headed home the rain was pounding nonstop. Suddenly the sky echoed with thunder and the next thing either of you knew was the car was flipped and turning before everything went dark the last thing you saw was damian with a terrified expression on his face as the two of you held each other's hands tightly before it was all dark and quiet, you wake up groaning in pain as you hold your head eyes wide ing as you pull it away only to see blood on your hand using a tree to help stand up as you look around seeing debris of houses and fences along with damian's turned over car looking around frantically "Damian?! Baby where are you!?" you hear groaning looking to find a little boy who couldn't have been more than fourteen at most helping him up as the two of you walk hand in hand up the road looking for his mom and damian finding a group of people helping each other who gladly took the two of you into the big farmhouse where you got stitches. You learn the boy's name was Cal and becoming real close with a woman named Katie who was on vacation with her older sister Tala, all of you head to town to see if you could help anyone else while finding loved ones stopping when you hear a familiar voice but dazed, full of worry and pain as you slowly turn eyes wide full of tears as you and damian lock eyes instantly running inti each other's arms sobbing as the two of you thank everyone else and your eyes pour more tears when you see katie reunite with her sister tala and after getting to the local hospital for proper treatment seeing cal reunite with his mom Renee, the two of you crumble when your three friends storm in hugging the two of you and staying with the two of you in the hospital and all of you sleep in the living room of your home that night as the two of you process what happened leading to both of you having therapy to recover together never leaving without a long hug, emotional kiss, and an I love you after that fateful day.

#damian priest x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #damian priest

[redfurrycat]

🐓🤠Hangster Fic-on-Tumblr Recs🤠🐓

🐓🤠Hangster Goodies to Read! 🐓🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Tumblr Authors: allbark-no-bite, film-in-my-soul, green-socks, hangster-hangout, icemavs, natashatrace, norabrice1701, ravens-words, semperhuggs, tgmsunmontue, the-sun-and-the-sky.

(Use this post to let me know about your works, it’s easier for me to keep track!)

(Reminder to come here in case Our Beloved is Down.

*True Story of why I wanted to do this specific recs list*)

TGMSUNMONTUE (AO3 – SunMonTue)

Tgmsunmontue’s Masterlist, including:

Another Time ➡️ 14 Chapters | M | BodySwap | Jake wakes up in Rooster's body ~30 hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently.

Bird on a Wire ➡️ 3 Chapters | E | Meet-cute | Jake tries to make a good impression on one of the servers at a restaurant. Except he turns out to be the head chef. Who in turn tries make a good impression. Their families try and help.

He remembers ➡️ 1 Chapter | Bradley remembers key points in his life as he faces starting at the USNA. IceMav feels.

It's all academic darlin' ➡️ 9 Chapters | E | Academic Professor AU | Bradley is a professor but living his best well-adjusted life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again.

Lonely Nights ➡️ 4 Chapters | E | Smut | Rooster really needs to get laid.                                                                                       

ICEMAVS (Ao3 – Sreshaw)

Avery’s Masterlist, including:

Planes, trains, and gay people ➡️ 3 Chapters | E | Planes, Trains, and Automobiles AU | Bradley just wanted to get home for Thanksgiving to see him mom and uncles. What he ended up with was three days with a hot stranger who happened to annoy the shit out of him.

Springsteen ➡️ 2 Chapters | M | High School | Bradley Bradshaw has to pick up and move from San Diego, California, with his not-dad Pete "Maverick" Mitchell to Corpus Christi, Texas. He's not upset about it, but he doesn't expect to fall hard for a boy he meets there.

Whiskey and Rye ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | Only One Bed | The Dagger Crew got turned into a real-deal instructor squadron after the mission. They get sent on missions and demos to teach new pilots how to do what they do. On this trip to Florida, the WSOs are staying with their pilots, but Jake and Bradley, since they are WSO-less, have to room together. And the hotel fucked up.

NORABRICE1701 (Ao3 – MidnightBlast)

Twist My Heart ➡️ 6 Chapters | Twister AU | E | The hope of anything with Jake is a fool’s hope. Bradley has understood that from the first minute Jake waltzed into the lab with his dazzlingly brilliant smile, sun-kissed skin, and grass-green eyes gleaming with dangerous red flags. Yet still Bradley let the man get under his skin, burrow in his chest, and take root in his heart. 

GREEN-SOCKS (Ao3 – Aprilfoolish)

(Do You) Share My Affection ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | Bradley and Jake end up on a date with each other through an anonymous dating app (because they are just a little bit idiots about each other). The date is the wakeup call they needed.

RAVENS-WORDS (Ao3 – Ravens_Words)

been you all along ➡️ 5 Chapters | T | Kid Fic | Somehow, in a truly horrifying twist of fate, Bradley's mortal enemy became his daughter's favorite person. Or, Five times Jake was his daughter's favorite person, and the one time he was Bradley's too. (🐈 Note: +1 on Ao3!)

THE-SUN-AND-THE-SKY

The Joke's On You ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | In which Hangman makes a joke and Rooster takes it literally.

FILM-IN-MY-SOUL (Ao3 – ReformedTsundere)

Ficlet Bingo Soulmates ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | The time between getting shot down and reuniting with Maverick, Rooster isn’t alone. First Kiss ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | The night before the rest of Bradley’s life he gets pretty drunk and a little lucky. Whump ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | Jake is hurt. But it’s alright. Bradley is there. A/B/O ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | Between waves of Jake’s heat, he and Bradley have a domestic moment. Epistolary ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | In a box, there lives two letters that the writers never want read.

NSFW Alphabet S = Stamina ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | The thing is, Jake hadn't really thought Bradley was serious when they'd made The Bet. He'd laughed when Bradley had stated his terms ( "I want to fuck you til sun up.") It had sounded like a cheesy line, like he'd never left that pre-twenties stage of sex-based hubris. And then Jake had lost. Y = Yearning ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | He’s paying the piper for the gift he’d been given: shockingly easy submission, a slack, wet mouth, a freely offered place to rest his need and have it soothed with tongue and sex.

HANGSTER-HANGOUT

The Love Chicken ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | My dad said he knew my mom was the one over a bottle of wine and the best roast chicken he ever had.” “And now you’re making it for Hangman. So he can figure out that you’re the one.” “Something like that.” Bradley cooks for Jake. It goes even better than expected. 

NATASHATRACE (Ao3 – crueltether)

first I love you/bronco conversations under the stars ➡️ 1 Chapter

daily create challenge (2/365) ➡️ 1 Chapter | something something Jake thrives in chaos but craves peace, something something Bradley thrives in peace but craves chaos

Restraint ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | Smut | “What was it you said, Jake? Something about being snug on my perch?”

ALLBARK-NO-BITE

mr. iceman, sir ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | they called him Iceman for a couple of reasons. Jake is sweating under his stare. a snippet of Jake asking Ice to marry Bradley

SEMPERHUGGS (Ao3 – Semeprhuggs)

Slider's Matchmaking Again? ➡️ 3 Chapters | Present day Christmas with the Daggers and the Flyboys.

Proposal ➡️ 1 Chapter

#This is a Draft. But I need to publish it so I can experience it on the field and make changes if need be. #I may as well make it available for everyone tho. :) #This won't be updated with new fics as long as it's a '“draft”'.... So nada before february or sth? #Hangster Fic-on-Tumblr Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈