#feel free to burst my bubble anon

[rosicheeks]

What’s ur snap username

Babe did you even read my last post?

#soOOoOoOo I’m not just going to give out my snap #once I receive the payment THEN I’ll add you #i don’t have a free snap if that’s what you’re thinking sorry to burst your bubble #but your girl is broke #and I need to pay my bills somehow #so yeahhhh #if you have any questions feel free to dm or ask me a question and i’ll answer it privately 🥰 #ask #answered #anon

[stevenssticks]

based on an ask i got about young bestfriend!james, kirk and dave with a virgin reader but i LOST THE ASK. so here you go anon wherever you are i’m so sorry i lost ur ask i hope you enjoy

let’s just pretend kirk dave and james are all besties for this okay?

……

you, kirk, james, and dave had been lifelong best friends. you watched them as they grew up, as they watched you. from when james had that awful acne that he couldn’t get to go away, and when dave got drunk for the first time and you had to drag him away with his knuckles bloody at 16. when kirk got his first girlfriend, and you had a mini celebration with him in your room when he finally broke up with her.

now, in your early adulthood, your friday’s are spent together on the couch, taking your pick of movies to watch. it’s kirk’s choice tonight, and so of course the boy picked out a new horror movie he wanted to get into. so far, it hasn’t been so amusing. kirk has even fallen asleep, head on your lap, eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar as your eyes droop despite the screams coming from your shitty TV.

james’ head that was previously on your shoulder has lowered to be mashed into the side of your boob, slender legs half-thrown over the armrest of the couch. dave’s head is on top of yours on your right, hands resting where kirk’s legs are thrown over his lap. you’re all a little tipsy still from the beer you had (too much), and when you nudge dave’s head off your shoulder to look at him with half lidded eyes, dave suddenly gets the burst of confidence to lift a hand up to your cheek, and go in for a kiss.

you make a surprised “mmmph” noise into dave’s mouth before returning the kiss happily. these feelings you’ve had for all three of them have been bubbling up for years, and you would never be able to choose just one of them. maybe you don’t have to, you think, as you feel a second pair of lips on your neck. james has removed his head from where it was resting to lick and suck at your clavicle, and then your jaw. you pull away from dave to look down at him, bringing his lips to yours as dave takes james’ place at your jaw.

now a pair of hands are massaging your thighs, a third set of lips leaving kisses where your sleep shorts have ridden up. kirk. you eye him and see him grin up at you with those crooked teeth you find so pretty. you let out a sigh as two pairs of hands fondle your tits, reaching behind.m the fabric of your shirt to rub at your nipples.

“james.. dave.. oh fuck.” kirk feels left out, taking a bite of your thigh resulting in a startled yelp of his name that seems to satisfy him. this is the farthest you have ever gotten with anyone. the rest is unknown territory that you’re enthusiastic to explore. you wouldn’t trust anyone else to take you there but the three boys pressed against you right now.

kirk slides completely off the couch, asking a little “okay?” as he grips the waistbands of your panties and shorts in his hands.

“yes,” you reply, breathless from kisses, and kirk slides your undergarments off your legs and fans his warm breath over your soaked pussy. you open up for him more as james rips off your shirt to get a mouth on one of your nipples, while dave tweaks the other with two fingers.

“thought about this for so long, fuck…” dave whispers. you throb for him, grabbing his free hand and clenching down as kirk presses a kiss to your clit. the warmth and wetness of his tongue is addictive, you decide, as he licks a stripe up your center before pressing his tongue between your folds. james and dave start a back and forth exchange of praises.

“so pretty, look at you.”

“doing so well. bet kirk loves the taste of you..”

“can’t wait to get my mouth on you myself.”

your head is spinning with it. and dave asks “you wanna help us feel good?” in which you nod so hard that you feel like a fool for it. but you don’t think about it for too long as you hear two pairs of jeans unzip, and you look down to see dave’s cock right up close, and then james takes your hand to help guide you in jerking him off.

“give it some kisses for me, baby,” dave says all sly, grin on his face. you look up at him as you do just that, eyes boring into his and he has to look away so he doesn’t cum too quick. while james guides your hand, dave brings your head down over his cock for you to lick and suck at him. your moans from kirk still eating you out sending vibrations up his spine. “look so good with your mouth full like that. oh- shit…” you swirl your tongue around him in a way you would imagine feels good as kirk pulls away from you, breathless.

he comes up to slot his legs between yours (when did he get his pants off?!), the head of his cock pushing at your folds. dave has you pull off him momentarily, and james stops holding your hand in his.

“you want this?” kirk asks, all sweet, big doe eyes staring at you with so much love it hurts.

“only ever wanted it with you three,” you respond and they all smile and blush a little at that. dave leans down to kiss you deeply.

“breathe for us,” james says, and then kirk is pushing into you slowly. the stretch makes tears run down your cheeks. dave and kirk both praising you and telling you it’s going to feel so good soon. james is rubbing your clit in slow circles as kirk starts to move. for the first time that night, kirk’s lips interlock with yours. his thrusts get faster, less coordinated, and you know he’s gonna cum. he’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of you and he would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so caught up in the moment.

“auh- fuck… i’m cumming!” and then kirk is spilling inside you (thank god for birth control). he pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak out of you, before dave is pulling you to your hands and knees on the couch.

“open,” he says, and you do so immediately. letting him push his cock into your mouth as james comes to push his into your swollen pussy. you moan as they push you back and forth, kirk bringing a hand up to rub at your clit. you’re all so close. you can feel dave twitching in your mouth, james’ grip on your hips tightening. kirk rubs your clit faster.

“i can feel you squeezing me, you gonna cum? i’m so close, know dave is too. want you to come with us.” james is breathless, his words coming out strained. “that’s it baby. there you go. you can do it..” and then you’re cumming on james’ cock, moaning around dave. dave grips your hair in his hands to push you down as far as you let him, letting out a slew of punched out moans that have you roll your eyes back in your head as james spills into you with groans of his own.

you swallow the best you can around dave, some of his cum leaking out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin. after he pulls out he wipes your lips with his thumb, feeding the rest of his cum to you which you lick up. james pulls out of you, breathless and thoroughly fucked out. as soon as james lets go of your hips your legs give out, collapsing onto the couch, breathing heavy.

“you did so good for us,” kirk whispers to you. dave takes you in his arms to carry you off to your shared bathroom, starting a bath to get you cleaned up.

—

COUGH COUGH AGAIN IM SORRY FOR WHATEVER THE HELL HAPPENED BUT HERE. hope you enjoyed nonetheless<3

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[devilmademewriteit]

completely inspired by a gif set u reblogged. Javi helping you into a bullet proof/tactical vest. you’re scared and he just says a gentle “arms up” as he secures the velcro. he’s scared as well, doesn’t wanna lose you, doesn’t want you to get hurt. but it’s like the fear, the adrenaline, has your emotions haywire and you look into his eyes as he takes hold of your hand so gently and tells you that you’re gonna be okay, and you just want to kiss him, and he wants to kiss you too, but then it’s time to go, and he tells you “later”

IDK WHAT THIS IS LMFAO Javi brings the slut outta me

you’ve inspired me anon here is a TINY FIC/DRABBLE YEEEEEEEE

pairing: javier peña x fem!afab!reader

warnings: fem!afab!reader; use of pet name ‘sweetheart’; canon-typical allusions to violence; language; ANGSTY POO

omg I can’t believe there’s no smut. GUYS I WROTE SOMETHING WITHOUT SMUT. I loooove writing my javi tho so while im busting my ass working on Salvatore part 3 feel so free to leave me lil thingies like this.

-em<3

—

“Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but—”

It was never supposed to be like this.

It was just a summer job — something safe, boring, admin and agendas and addendums. Should’ve known better, taking a government job in the world’s most dangerous city.

She should’ve known better, taking a government job in the world’s most dangerous city. Shit. My chest feels like it’s on fire, burnin’ through kerosene.

Is she gonna clock how unsteady I am?

Javi’s footsteps echo down the nearby hallway; you recognize them immediately, and their slanted, hard-right-drag-left rhythm. He comes lumbering through the door, cradling tactical gear between his big, bulging biceps. God, you’d had… thoughts about those biceps.

Even now, with the embassy under cartel-siege, it’s oh-so-hard to push away the x-rated daydreams swirling inside your stress-addled mind.

And he doesn’t look scared.

Fuck, she looks so scared.

“Here,” he says, extending the protective vest towards you. Gingerly peeling your hips off of the desk at your back, you extend your fingers to greet and grab at the rough, thick canvas. The sheer weight of it makes your heart lurch into your throat. Neither one of you lowers your hands.

The dark-green-death-sweater you’d seen him wear so many times, cursing yourself for registering, for caring about what it meant.

That it meant Peña — schmoozing, cocky, effortlessly crude Javier Peña — was going into the field.

So neither of you let go.

The stupid vest had always served as a kind of divining rod, leading you both to the real source of your constant bickering, your irritation and the look of mutual, unabashed worry you had shared as a soldier came bursting into the office, panting in tune with the sirens, carrying news of the currently unfolding attack.

Caring without meaning to.

Giving a shit without wanting to.

“I-“ you swallow, trailing off, cursing the swelling bubble forming at neck-breaking speed inside your throat, “I don’t know what to do with this.”

Of course she doesn’t. That one’s on me. ‘Thing like her should never have to wear one of these.

Shouldn’t even have to see one of these.

“S’okay,” he mutters, taking the burden of the gear into his hands, brow furrowing into a look of delicate responsibility. “Turn around.”

Under different circumstances, those words might’ve (embarrassingly enough) enticed a very different feeling from you.

Now, they were simply effective.

Acceding, you rotate, painfully slowly as every hair along your spine lifts, one after the other. Peña shuffles, adjusting both himself and the gear to stand close — too close — behind you.

“Arms up, sweetheart.”

You listen, dragging your arms up into the static air, trying to ignore the soft edge in his voice. It reminds you of something.

Something like resistance.

Stifled want.

Desire with a sock shoved down its bone-dry throat.

And it’s so level, so calm. How is he so calm?

Can she tell I’m totally freaking out?

Your shoulders sag under the weight of the vest. Jesus. It’s so much heavier than you’d imagined. Not quite as heavy as the feeling of doom settling over you, grief from the naive sense of safety you’d walked into work with.

Just this morning.

Javi busies himself with the Velcro, uncharacteristically silent. His knuckles brush the insides of your wrists, and you try to resist it — God, you really do — but all efforts to keep those prickling tears at bay are undertaken in vain.

You quiver slightly, face burning in shame.

Is she shaking?

Gentle, unusually gentle when his fingers wrap around your upper arm, spinning you around to face him once more.

“Look at me.”

You do. His shadowed eyes swim, dance, rage with experience, and you’re left envious, wishing that you’d hardened yourself to the world in the same way. How many times had this man woken up, driven to work, drunk his morning coffee and smoked his morning smoke, accepting that it could be his last?

Knowing Peña, he probably found ways not to think about it.

For sure, he didn’t think about it.

But you did.

Every time that vest came out.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, alright?”

It’s an almost whisper, a mere brush of air against your brow. His own creases in earnestness as he utters the pledge.

“How can you do this for a living?”

You don’t mean for it to come out so rough and jagged, hissing for help like a neglected kettle on the stove. Javi offers you a smile of understanding as though remembering his own first time.

Then, before either of you can stop it, he places the flat of his palm to your cheek.

And you can’t keep from noticing how easily the calloused pad of his thumb molds to your complying skin.

“You get used to it,” he returns, and every word is coated, soaked in the sad, tragic truth. “Though this part’s always hard.”

Nothing exists beyond the smell of tobacco on his breath and the total absorption in his eyes. You’re sure the latter is mirrored in your own, too.

Timid, uneasy, begging him to ease the discomfort for you. “What part is this?”

The part where I lie to you. The part where I bubble-wrap the only thing in this country worth protecting into a shitty, almost useless accessory of war.

The part where I remember—

Is it the part where we remember how easily we could lose each other?

And we don’t even have each other, for God’s sake. Lookin’ up at me as if she can trust me, and the only thing I’ve been able to trust for years is that the moment will come, that moment where it all just gets to be too much and fuck—is this it? Maybe—

This is the part where we—

Kiss her, God, I just wanna fuckin’ kiss her—

Kiss?

“Peña! Time to move!”

Murphy’s voice slices — easily — through the tentative moment of uncertainty. It erodes the softness of Javi’s features into that familiar, hardened stone.

His hand drops from your face, but the tracings linger.

If you couldn’t trust the world outside, maybe you could trust Javi inside. Maybe he’d learned to live without something to lean on, but you weren’t yet prepared to go on—

She doesn’t know how much I fuckin’ need her. Or how many times I’ve tried to say it—and in so many ways—but every time I open my goddamn mouth it just comes out… wrong. Like it’s not enough. Like it’s not true that I can finally fuckin’ breathe when she’s… just… existing around me. Like losing her wouldn’t mean goin’ on—

Faithlessly. Radically accepting the confusing, overwhelming uncertainty of the world.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll see you after.”

Your gaze tumbles down, averting the twinge of dishonesty in his own at his promise.

“Yeah—yeah, see you after.”

He backs away without turning. For a moment, you think he’s gearing up to say something. Something like he always says, like, don’t be a fuckin’ idiot, or use your head or maybe even a smile, sweetheart.

But he doesn’t. He just shakes his head, his dark hair tumbling around and exaggerating his hesitation. Although it hurts, you force yourself to watch as he walks away. How he bows his crown, brings a hand up to anxiously rub at the side of his jaw, the roundness of his shoulder responding and near-bulging under the blue cotton.

Admittedly, a kiss from Javier Peña would’ve been nice.

But to be cradled between those arms, wrapped up in him instead of the goddamn tactical gear squeezing, robbing the air from your lungs…

That would’ve been it.

When this is all over, you think to yourself.

And as Javi greets Steve, apologizing for the delay, the hand squeezing his gun feels strangely empty, haunted by the novelty of touching your burning skin.

When this is all over, he thinks to himself.

Anyways, isn’t that what faith is? Making plans for later, as if anyone’s ‘later’ is promised, a guarantee? As if either of you could count on tomorrow?

Yeah, that’s gotta be it.

Joining the gaggle of scared, hopeless government employees, desperate for reassurance, for the realization blooming inside the depths of your knowing; you pause, letting it hit you, translating it into words…

“—I have it.”

—

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[aquagirl1978]

Hellooooo! Can I request HCs for Chevalier, Yves and Licht with a really ticklish MC please? 😊

Hello there! Thank you for this request, anon - this idea was too cute, I had to write this and I think it pulled me from my writer's block.

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - SUITORS REACTIONS TO A TICKLISH MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

It could barely be considered morning when you were still cuddling with Chevalier under a cocoon of blankets.

Your back was pressed against his chest, his heavy arm draped around your torso. His breathing rhythmic and soft in your ear.

His hand drifted along your ribcage. Until he found it. Your ticklish spot.

You knew your lover well -- he was a bully who took pleasure in tormenting you.

You had done well hiding this secret; while he had touched you in this spot before in past, it had been while you were in the throes of passion and well, your body and mind were elsewhere.

If Chevalier were to discover you had a ticklish spot, you'd be a goner. He'd torture you. Forever.

Covering your mouth, you feigned a yawn. It was still early enough, he could still be sleepy enough that he couldn't discern the soft giggle hidden in your yawn.

When he made no sound, you let out a sigh of relief and considered yourself safe.

Until he touched you again. This time, his thumb stroked your skin roughly, much like how he so often tickled your tongue.

Squirming in his arms, you clamped your mouth shut. Praying.

The bed sheets ruffled, and before you knew it, you found yourself lying on your back, a pair of ice blue eyes piercing yours.

With his eyes locked on yours, he tickled you again, his smile smug as he watched your expression.

"You're enjoying this too much," you huffed in between peals of laughter. Writhing under his ministrations, your eyes never left his, watching his expression with as much interest as he was yours.

"Indeed. And so are you." He gave you a knowing smile as he lightened his touch, giving you a much needed reprieve. "Lucky for you," he added, his grin turning wicked, "I have no where to be today."

Yves' head was resting on your chest, your heart still racing, your bodies still coming down from their highs.

He was idly tracing circles on your skin with his fingertip, the sensation soothing, helping slow your breaths.

His pinky finger grazed your arm. It was an unintentional touch, gentle on your skin. But it was enough to get a reaction.

Instinctively, you pulled your arm away.

Yves lifted his eyes to meet yours, pulling his hand away. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you whispered back, "it's just, ah....I'm a bit ticklish there."

Yves gazed at you curiously, and returned his hand to where it was. He rubbed your arm, testing to see your reaction.

"Don't move," he said as he continued to tease you. Waiting...

"There..." he whispered, pleased when you began to laugh. It was light and free, much like a child's.

When you caught him smiling at you, you turned your face, your cheeks feeling flush.

Removing his hand from your arm, he tilted your chin with his thumb, wanting to see your face.

"Don't look away. I love your laughter and your smile."

"You have a petal in your hair. Lemme get it..."

Licht lifted his hand towards your ear to brush away the stray pink petal, his thumb inadvertadly grazing your neck.

"Are you...?"

"Ticklish?" You finished his sentence in between a bubbly burst of giggles. "Yes. Ever since I was a little girl, I've been ticklish there."

"Interesting," Licht commented in his soft voice, his crimson eyes fixed upon the column of your neck.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, fully exposing your neck to him. He pressed his thumb along your sensitive skin, searching for that special spot. Waiting for your laughter to tell him when he's found it.

"There..." He continued to stroke your skin lightly, the touch just enough to get you laughing.

Your sweet laugh was infectious, enough to make Licht laugh with you.

After he removed his hand from your neck, you missed it immediately. It was an odd spot to be ticklish, one that wasn't often tickled, but you liked it when he did it.

Most likely because it was Licht who was doing the tickling.

Once you both stopped giggling, you took his hands in yours.

"Are you ticklish, Licht?"

He thought for a moment. " I dunno." He gazed into your eyes, a soft smile spread on his lips. He lifted your joined hands and placed your palms on his chest. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Tagging: @starlitmanor-network

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[moonlight-starlight-lady01]

Hiii! I saw you do TMNT requests! Can you do a Donnie (any Donnie version ) With Fem reader with maybe a love potion kind of situation? Like one of them accidentally drink it by accident. Maybe a little like mating season? Idk just a trope I really like! Hope it makes sense? Please Feel free to ignore this if ya don’t like it have a great day!

OMG YES A REQUEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU ANON! I WONT EVEN IGNORE ANYONE WHO REQUEST I LOVE YOU! Here have a some of my of chocolate! 🍫🍫🍫

Please request, I love requestssss! Request

(Fem! reader)

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, penetration sex, mating season, neck biting, switch! Donnie, Switch! Fem! Reader, and that seems like everything let me know if i missed something! :)

Going inside Donnie's lab you saw him working with some chemicals. His goggles were over his eyes, oil all over him, smudges of yellow and blue were all over his face and arms.

Going up to him you didn't realize he was focusing on dropping the correct amounts of fluid into each other into the jar, which would have created a laughing gas to stop shredders mortal henchmen. You had a bad habit of scaring donnie on purpose, because it was funny to you.

The dropper in donnies hands were about to drop the last drop of yellow into the blue mixter before y/n came up behind him and screamed in his ear shaking his shoulders violently.

The dropper squirted more than 3 dropped and started to bubble turning pink.

"Really! Y/n stoppp doing that! I'm tired of you ruining my experiments for your stupid humor!" Donnie yelled to you in a fit of rage that he didn't even realized the chemical mixture swirled a sparkly pink and a darker pink settled at the bottom of the glass jar.

"Sorry Donnie! It's just to funny! You scream like a little girl!" You said as you started laughing. Donnie rolled his eyes and looked back at his failed experiment finally realizing what had happened.

"Fascinating! It seems that the yellow and blue mixture turned a pink and dark pink mixture." Donnie said looking at it with wide curious eyes as he picked it up with his giant green hand.

"Woah Donnie! I guess I didn't ruin it after all." You said crossing your arms your face settling into a smirk walking over to Donnie's side.

Once Donnie had it settled in his hand he started to mix it by swirling it in motion. Once he did that the pink mixture started to make a squealing high pitched sound.

He set it down then watched it curiously. The glass started to crack and get hot, when it suddenly burst out of now where pink clouds enveloped them in a pink dust.

The feeling of something strange started to settle in as you saw Donnie's pupils start to get bigger until it was covering the whole center eye. His now beautiful brown eyes were covered in black. you were sure that you looked the same.

Suddenly you had the urge to kiss Donnie's soft green lips. Donnie probably thought the same thing when you both started closing the gap between you to.

🔞(!!Smut warning!!)🔞

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Donnies hand traveled up your body as you rode him. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the lab, you were glad you locked the door when you came in here.

The warmth pooled into you core as you felt your high build up to your limit. You felt his hand grip your breast, testing the limit of how soft it ways. He pinched the hard bud between his green thick digits which spiked your pleasure.

The way Donnie twitched inside you felt delicious. Suddenly you felt Donnie whimper and cum inside you.

"Nhhhhhg, Y/n you feel so good!~" Donnie said flipping you over and thrusting inside you, then starting to bite you neck and moan.

"Donnie! S'to big!" You moaned as you threw your head back on the old ruff wool blanket Donnie would use if he got cold in the lab in the winter. The cold hard cement floor felt extremely hot to you.

You couldn't hold it anymore you had to release the high that felt like it was going to explode. The sudden urge to pee started to fill your senses.

"Wait! Donnie stop I feel like i'm gonna pe-!" Donnie ignored your please of stopping and kept thrusting into you with all his might as a wet clear liquid stream poured out of the seem of your core and splashed the front of Donnies plastron.

It felt so good you didn't feel like stopping for all eternity.

Thank you for reading! :)

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[factual-fantasy]

I got 26 asks for ya’ll, sorry they’re a bit late!

..Bruh. Where have you been for the last 4 months?? Scroll down on my blog for like 3 seconds. You’ll find dozens of posts talking about my FNAF AU. How I’ve spent weeks rewriting the timeline, how certain comics aren’t canon anymore, how I’m working on my Recap/Repair project WHICH MIND YOU, part 1 is the most recent post I’ve made.

Also I will give Gregory any story that I want, thank you very much.

Hey, buddy. Listen, you’re up here at a 10 right now, I’m gonna need you to come down to at least a 4, okay?

Also I hate to burst your bubble, but If you want a faithful interpretation/version of Vanessa? You don’t want my blog.

Ah, sorry. I don’t do commissions no.. Thank you though!

AU comes first, movies later lol

Awe, thank you! I did my best! :} Also I don’t have a jester Anon, feel free to take the title!

Uhg. That’s really frustrating. But I actually heard word that he finally took them down. I never checked to confirm but its a nice thought. Also thanks for letting me know!

@elegysonnet​

Thank you so much! Also I don’t think I’ve actually seen any Don Bluth movies.. or if I have I didn’t know they were made by him-

@sunnysshanty

Thank you so much! Also nooo, sorry. Those game’s events don’t happen. I built my AU mostly on games that I myself have played/ones I know a lot about. <:/

@readeren​

I haven’t actually thought about it too much. Just figured eventually they’d meet and hit it off-

@jyalynn​

<XD I’ll do my best! Thank you for the reminder,

@quillsinkwell​

Awww, you’re too kind. Thank you so much!

@mishishiwritings​

Holy cow, that far back?? Man, well, I apologize for the completely unhinged content you were subjected to- <XDDD

But also thank you so much! Hearing that I have such an old fan is really cool! And your patience and support for my project means the world! 

@aberrant-winter​

Thank you! I’m so glad you like them! :DD

aaaa thank you so much!!! Same to you! :DD

@mynameisdoofthelizardandamlesbi​

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO MAYHEMMMM

@chickenmilk120​

Does being glued to the couch for 8 hours because of being in a constant state if dizziness count as a break? :D If so, back to work I go weee!!

@cherrycreamfairy​

AAAAA that’s so cool! Having no dead kids in the story is really refreshing! (something I never thought I’d type-) Also I love their designs! Especially Foxy’s, seeing him so tall is different to me, but cool! XD 

XD You can always count on me to jump fandoms at the perfect time! Also oh man, that’s a tough one. I’m really torn between Engineer and Soldier.

On one hand you have Engineer. He has so many things I love in a character. He’s a tough Texan that has a healthy dosage of southern hospitality. He has total dad vibes. I love the way he interacts with the other characters as well. Like in Expiration date, taking off his helmet to show some respect to his team as he gave them the grim news. Also being mostly gentle about how he worded the news as well. He spent what he thought was his last 3 days on Earth, helping Medic to try and find a cure, overall just working in his last hours to try and help his team. Even when it should have been pretty hopeless.. Also the way he bursts into the room, “Guys! Hey, Fellas! Listen! Its just bread that gets tumors! :DD” Tossing his arms over Soldier and Medics shoulders and smiling with them, UHG he’s so cool.

I also love all the headcannons people have made about his character. A lot of people, me included, like to think that engineer cooks breakfast for the team sometimes. Eggs, Bacon, pancakes, you name it. I also love the thought that after a rough battle, where they lost and the whole team is cranky and aching. Engie goes out and fires up the grill and makes everyone some good food as a pick me up. Burgers and hotdogs, shish kabobs and sandwiches, just MAN. Such a fun idea and such an awesome character. 

His design is also really fun to me. Overalls and googles, with a hard hat that’s slightly crooked. And of course his wicked gunslinger that’s kept under wraps. Not sure why he covers it up, its awesome! ALSO His dialogue in the game is a real hoot, I also like his GAME PLAY. Although I’m a pretty lousy Engineer myself, I love the idea of being able to support my team the way he does. People can fall back and be fully protected by the Engineer. A sentry to keep you safe, a dispenser to replenish your ammo and health. And a kind hearted man to pat you on the shoulder and say, “You alright son? Here, take a seat for a while. You can get back out there when yer ready. I’ll keep an eye on you till then.” like OUHG, so much fun. I absolutely adore everything about his character.

On the other hand, there’s Soldier. He is so unbelievingly stupid, so mind blowingly absurd, and so incredibly big hearted and ridiculous. His antics and overall hilarity have brought me to tears multiple times and never fail to make me smile.

I don’t think I have a super gushy, character analysis-y reason why I like him so much. He’s just really funny, his character is so fun and ridiculous and he always makes me laugh. So that’s why its so hard to pick between Engie and him-

Sorry, I dumped that comic long ago.. but who knows? Maybe someday I’ll feel inspired and come back to it. My hyper fixations have been known to be quite unpredictable-

I straightened up and got 3 water bottles, I hope you’re proud of me! :}

Thank you so much!! :DDDD

@jellycreamjammedart​

BIBI IS THAT YOU?? WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES-

Oooo, that’s so interesting!

Meanwhile there’s me who has completely deleted her from my brain and refuses to acknowledge her existence- XDDD

All I’m hoping for is that they make it scary.

I want little kids to come into this movie chanting “FNAF! FNAF! FNAF! :DD” And run out screaming and crying moments later.

FNAF at its core, is a disturbing story. With gruesome themes and horrible tragedies and disgusting people. It is not meant for kids. I feel like FNAF recently has been really dumbed down and kid-ified. Which makes me kind’a sad..

I tried not to let that rub off on my AU. It may be light hearted for now, but the truth about the past and the disturbing story of William will not be buried for long..

Thank you for the reminder, I’ll do my best!

Awe, thank you! Once my Recap/Repair is done I gotta get around to drawing some of them!

#my response #fnaf security breach #team fortress 2 #I feel a bit bad for being rude to the first 2 anons #but I metaphorically got punched in the gut so much today and man my patience just wasn't there #My patience is also thinning for questions like #when are you gonna finish this? How come you've abandoned it? What's taking so loooong? #like bro I work super had every day by myself in my OWN PERSONAL FREE TIME #to make you FREE CONTENT #you have no right to rush me

[huntingingoodwill]

you’re! ruining! date! night! (j.c.)

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requested by: anon

prompt: "i've waited so long for this."

a/n: main atrocity in this is the reader using a fork to eat korean fried chicken instead of a gloved hand. i stand by the hc that jonathan is vegetarian all week except for fridays where he gets a free pass. please enjoy.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” Jon’s breath was warm against your shoulder as he sighed into it. He pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, his dark, dishevelled hair brushing against your jaw. 

Your nose scrunched at the ticklish sensation, laughter bubbling in your throat as you leaned away. His arms locked themselves around your waist, circling you in even as you tried to squirm out his grasp. 

“Maybe,” You began, adding oil to the saucepan, tilting it and watching as the liquid lazily circled around its surface, “You wouldn’t have to wait so long for date night if you didn’t insist on spending every night working late at Arkham.” 

“Don’t get smart with me.” He deadpanned, chest rumbling against your back as he grumbled. 

“Oh,” You sighed, overly saccharine in your sarcasm. “No one could ever be smarter than you, darling.” 

You felt him tense behind you, arms growing still around your waist. 

“Oh Jon, I was just teasing! I hope you aren’t gonna get into one of your moods again-” You sighed, trying to placate him when he cut you off, clapping his hand over your mouth. 

He lifted his finger to his lips, bright blue eyes alert as they darted around the room.

“He’s here.” He whispered, eyes turning toward the front door of his apartment. 

Slowly, he raised his arm, fingers feeling across the wall until he found the light switch. Click. The apartment plunged into darkness. You glanced at Jon, watching as he clenched his jaw, steeling himself as the pale, cold moonlight streaming in through the window casted him in its glow. 

He lifted his hand from your lips, pushing down on your shoulder. You followed his prompt, crouching down, shrouded by darkness in a shadowy corner of his kitchen. 

His gaze never leaving the front door, he smoothed a reassuring hand over your hair as you, tucked your legs into your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. 

He crept toward the door, feeling for his briefcase as he stepped through the living room. He took his time, opening the black, leather case open at a painstakingly slow speed. The click of its closures cut through the silence, the air thick with tension. He felt for a vial of his toxin, feeling its cool glass in his clammy hand. He reached for his mask, slipping it over his head. 

He reached out for the door knob. You watched, silencing yourself, hand held over your mouth. You could feel your laboured breath against your palm. 

His fingers barely grazed the door knob before it burst open, Batman’s silhouette illuminated in the light of the dingy hall. You rolled your eyes. This guy again. 

“Looks like I found you, Dr. Crane.” He growled, swinging at Jon. 

Jon managed to dodge the first one, but the next one caught him in the jaw, and you winced as you watched him bob backward, almost stumbling to the floor as he blinked away the pain. 

Bruce used that moment of vulnerability, shoving him against the wall with such force the window rattled in its pane. 

“You’re going away for a long, long ti-!” Bruce’s raspy voice trailed off into a squeak as you crept up behind him from the kitchen, bashing him on the head with your saucepan. 

“You’re!” Smack. “Ruining!” Bang. “Date!” Whack. “Night!” You screamed, using all your might to hit him on the head, over and over. 

He became very still, blinking, and you worried for a moment that you’d get out of this in cuffs, and he’d only sustain a couple of light bruises. 

Then, dazed, he fell to the floor. 

You huffed, wicking sweat away from your brow as his heavy body laid sprawled out on the floor. Your chest heaved from exertion, and, suddenly exhausted, you allowed the pan to slip out your hand, clattering to the floor. 

You fell into Jon’s arms as he wrapped his arms around you, smoothing down your hair. 

“I’m too tired to cook.” You grumbled into his shoulder. “I think I can’t, anyway. The pan’s dented. My poor pan.”  

“I’ll get you a new one.” Jon cooed, gently rocking back and forth as the two of you stood, wilting into each other’s arms, ignoring the unconscious body on the floor. 

You sighed, cheek pressing into the sharp bone of Jon’s shoulder as you nodded down at Bruce. 

“What do we do? Date night’s ruined. And there’s the matter of him, of course.” 

“No,” Jon said, putting his hands on your shoulders. “It’s not ruined yet. I know what to do.” 

“Hm..?” Bruce grumbled, the fog that clouded his eyes, making the world around him a blur, slowly lifting as he blinked away sleep. “Huh…what…? Where- Crane!”  He yelled, registering where he was. 

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” You smiled, your voice so bright it cut through the throbbing pain blooming all across Bruce’s head. You sauntered over from the front door, kicking it shut with your heel as two bags of takeaway hung off your hands, swinging with every step you took. 

You set down the boxes on the dining table, three places already set: you, Jon, and a last minute setting for Bruce, tied up to the dining room chair. 

His arms strained against the rope, and he struggled, only succeeding in rocking the wooden chair back and forth, its legs squeaking across the floor. 

Jon came over, two beer bottles in hand. He held one up to his mouth, pulling the cap off with his teeth, the sound of the fizzy drink sizzling from the bottle. 

“Cool, huh?” You gushed to Bruce, keeping your hands busy as you opened up the takeaway boxes. The greasy, fragrant smell of Korean fried chicken filled the air. “It’s one of his most redeemable qualities.” You cooed, laughing as Jon rolled his eyes. 

“Hush.” He mumbled, bringing the other bottle to his lips. 

“That, and I broke the bottle opener.” You whispered. 

You skewered a piece of the tender chicken with a fork, wagging it in front of Bruce. 

“Here comes the choo choo train! No?” You frowned as Bruce glared at you, gaze dripping with derision. 

“C’mon, I promise it’s good! Say ahhhhh!” You exclaimed. 

Bruce inhaled, taking a deep sigh, wishing he had chosen a different career path. 

“Ahhh.” He grumbled, opening his mouth and allowing you to feed him a piece of chicken, chewing irritatedly. 

“Good job.” You smiled. 

You turned to Jon, catching his eye as he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Don’t be jealous.” You quipped, a cheeky smile growing on your face. You stabbed another piece of chicken onto the fork, making your way over to Jon. 

You slid into his lap, feeding him a piece before throwing your arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his stubbled cheek as he hummed gratefully. 

“Ew.” You heard a voice grumble behind you, turning to see a disgusted Bruce, all but forced to watch your displays of affection. 

“You’re the one who interrupted our date night!” You laughed, Jon’s hands wrapping around your waist. 

“Get a room.” He huffed. 

“You’re in our apartment!”

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[f10werfae]

My Little Peach

Pairing: Chris Evans x Short!Reader

summary: Chris Evans bringing his short sized girlfriend! Reader to the park for their date. They are having lots of fun and Chris is in the "mood". Pantie vibrator, ass touching, pussy clenching and naughty whispers (requested by anon) (smut)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Requests are open/ Chris Evans Masterlist, full masterlist, taglist form💌

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“Baby dont’cha look all pretty” Chris cooed standing by the door frame of their bedroom, his eyes stuck on his girlfriends behind, which was dressed in the prettiest red lace to offer. “I love it bub, thank you so much” She smiled skipping over, practically naked in only the red underwear, pressing what she thought was an innocent enough, sloppy wet kiss onto her man’s lips.

“Hmm is it comfortable for your pussy?” He asked sneaking his fingers around the thin waistband to tug her closer, her breath hitching when she felt the fabric press up against her sensitive clit. “Chris! Stop being so vulgar” She gasped smacking his chest lightly, walking back over to the bed to pull on her leggings and burnt orange jumper, which was actually Chris’

“M'sorry honey, ya know I jus can’t resist you, jus so gorgeous” He chuckled keeping his bottom lip held by his teeth, holding out his hand for her to hold, and when she did oh did he feel a burst of dominance. His little peach was what she went by to him, that was even her name on his phone till this day. All sweet and juicy just for him, despite not being as tall as the other girls around her, Y/n was definitely a bubbly fierce one.

“C’mon peach, let’s get this forest trail done before it gets dark” He breathed out as they both slipped on their walking shoes, and started their journey down the street. With his hand softly rubbing over her knuckles, he couldn’t help but smile at the way she hummed at every step, nothing could ever ruin her mood. A lovely ball of fire.

“I’m so gonna take a well needed bubble bath when I get home, might even slip in a muscle soak” Y/n spoke out, turning her head towards her boyfriend, his eyes already on her and his lips may as well have been permanently etched into a smile. “Is there not a ‘we’ in that sentence my love? Can your big ‘ol man not join you?”

“I-I mean of course you can, I jus didn’t know whether you’d want to, with your game being on and stuff” Y/n stuttered out, her face starting to feel that tiny bit warmer. “Ya kiddin? Why would I miss out on some one on one time with this piece of ass?” Chris growled, letting go of her hand for a mere second to deliver a loud smack onto her ass

“Chris, behave! What if someone sees us-“

Walking onto the deserted forest trail, Chris smirked as he pressed the red button on the tiny remote hidden in his sweatpants pocket. Feeling his cock start to twitch when he felt his girl’s smaller hand clutch onto his tighter, her legs clenched tightly together almost making her look like bambi on ice.

“C-Chris what’s going on, w-why -oh fuck- why are my panties vibrating” Her free hand went to cover her crotch, her head turning to check if anyone had come onto the trail as well, which was stupid Chris thought. No one came onto this trail anymore, not with the new one being set up a few miles away.

“Oh baby maybe it’s just your imagination, here lemme check for you” Chris took his larger hand, swatting away hers and cupped her throbbing pussy in his hand. Y/n’s hands had now gripped onto Chris' biceps,

“I dunno peach, it seems to feel alright down here, why don’t you tell your man what’s wrong?” He taunted mockingly, watching Y/n’s eyes shimmer with built up tears due to the continuous vibrations abusing her cunt.

“I-it tingles Chrissy, fuck me, fuck I need to take these off” She grunted losing all sense of formality, stumbling to hide behind a massive tree and clawing to take off her leggings.

“Nuh-uh baby, we haven’t even gotten halfway through the trail yet? C’mon you can make it halfway for me can’t you?” Holding her hands away from her crotch firmly, he started tugging her poor self along the trail, watching her having to stop every few seconds as her clit brushed against the vibrations directly.

“C-Chris I really can’t, oh no, I-m gonna c-cum, oh shit oh fuck-“ Within seconds Chris had to hold her up fully, her hips grinding into the air erotically as she rode out her high as best as she could. “Baby you’re so fuckin naughty, be honest, did you soak the new panties I got ya?”

“M’s-sorry I couldn’t hold it” She whimpered looking down to see the massive wet spot on her purple leggings. Hunkering down on his legs, Chris brought his nose directly to her clothed pussy and inhaled deeply,

“Did my little peach make herself cum? Look she’s soaking wet honey. Smells amazing babe” Chris taunted probing her now very prominent pussy lips with his index finger, Y/n’s hands holding onto his shoulder for as much support as possible.

Bringing her up against a tree, Chris pulled down her leggings to her ankles, the vibrating panties moving as if it had a life of its own, before Chris pulled that down too.

“Aww babe, look at her coming out to play today, musta missed me too huh?” Placing a kiss onto her swollen clit, Chris licked a stripe up her slippery slit, remnants of her cum decorating her skin.

“Please baby, I need it so bad” Y/n moaned throwing her head back against the tree, feeling Chris practically make out with her pussy, his tongue darting in and out, all over her cunt. Before settling his lips on her clit and sucking on it crazily, a hum coming from his body imitated the vibrations of the panties he had strategically gifted her.

“Fuck you eat my pussy so good baby, need you to fuck me so bad”

“What if someone sees us Y/n, what then?”

“I don’t care, let them watch” She grunted starting to grind her pussy against Chris' face, one of her legs now thrown over his shoulder as she humped him. The gruff from his beard now itching her tingling pussy in the best way possible. “Chris i’m gonna cum all over your fucking face baby, gonna make you all wet, n’ I want you to look at me while I do it”

Y/n moaned out, holding onto the sides of Chris’ face as his big dark blue orbs made contact with her half lidded eyes, his eyes clutching closed when he felt her hole clench around his tongue, his tastebuds being coated by her sweetness.

“You’re so dirty baby, bet you’d want someone to watch me fuck your tight little pussy wouldn’t ya?” He groaned standing up right to smash his lips onto hers, his hands cupping her face tightly, as he felt her lick her own cum off his face; then her tongue ventured in to meet his. Sucking on his tongue passionately, letting her saliva slowly drip into his mouth filthily, God was he in love with her.

“Spit in my fuckin’ mouth” Chris groaned with his tongue sat out, watching as she smirked before doing as he said. Her eyes watching on as he pulled up her jumper over her head rapidly before spitting onto her tits. Her hardened nipples wet with a mix of their spit, his tongue going down to toy with her nipples.

“Come on baby, let him out to play” Y/n moaned reaching her hand down Chris’ sweatpants to fist his hardened thick cock, swiping her finger over the tip to wipe the precum all over it. Lifting her hand out to suck the liquid accumulated onto her thumb.

“You’re gonna get it baby” Chris pulled down his sweatpants to his ankles, his hands going onto Y/n’s waist before lifting her up to straddle his hips, his tip poking at her swollen cunt. Y/n reached her hand down and guided his cock into her soft wet cavern, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders as he basically hugged her to his chest.

Bouncing slowly up and down on his feet Chris watched his woman’s face turn into one of pure ecstasy, her mouth wide open with her eyes threatening to shut.

“You make me so wet Chris oh my- Yes hit that fucking spot, I love you so much” She cried out, trying to make herself bounce even faster if that was even possible.

“Fuck look at your titties peach, bouncing up and down for me, c’mon ma feed me, feed your daddy”

Chris moaned feeling his balls slap against her ass for the hundredth time that minute, waiting as she hoisted herself up that much higher to guide her left breast into his mouth. Listening as he slobbered and moaned all over it like some sort of wild animal.

“I’m gonna drain your balls baby, leave nothin, keepin it all for my sweet pussy” She smirked levelling back down for her lips to meet his cheek and lips,

“All yours baby, all yours n ‘ no one else’s ya hear me? Gonna fuck you stupid and keep you all to myself too”

“No complaints here bubby” Y/n whimpered feeling that same knot start to build up at the pit of her stomach, alongside Chris’ thrusts starting to get more irregular and deeper, meaning he was also close.

“I love you so so much Y/n, you don’t understand, fuck you were made for me n my cock” He groaned kissing up her neck and chin,

“Kiss me while you make you cum in my pussy, make me yours. All yours”

For the first time during this session, Chris and Y/n kissed each other softly, his lips gently tugging on hers with need. Her whimpers being swallowed by him and vice versa, his grip on her ass not letting off as his fingers gently probed at her tight ass just to tease her that bit more.

With his tongue tangling with hers passionately, Y/n couldn’t help but feel extremely vulnerable and emotional, this was them purely making love out in nature. Sure it was a bit weird in terms of setting, but she was with the man she loved, exploring each other’s bodies as if they haven’t already memorised them.

“I’m gonna cum inside you baby, that okay?” Chris asked detaching his lips from hers for a few seconds, before her lips captured his once again as she let out a “mhm” nodding her head frantically.

“Thank you baby” He whispered against her lips as he kissed her again and again as he emptied his balls into her, feeling her thighs relax in his hold as her pussy twitched and throbbed from its simultaneous release. Their hips slowly rocking together romantically as Y/n kissed all over his face and brushed his hair back away from his face, to see him in all his glory.

Chris on the other hand, felt himself blush looking at his precious girlfriend, his peach. Her face shimmered with sweat but that only made her that more beautiful, he even had to fight his thoughts just so he wouldn’t get hard again while still inside her warm pussy.

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“Ya happy honey?” Chris asked leaning back against the tub, watching his girl adjust the temperature to the way she wanted.

“Are you kidding? I got the shit fucked outta me and I got my bubble bath, i’m living the dream baby” Y/n leaned back onto his chest, letting his arms encircle her waist as he softly massaged her hips, a major hot fuck session was not necessarily easy.

“Now are you happy, Mr Evans?” Y/n asked turning her body halfway around to look at him, his eyes trailing over her face become pecking her softly,

“Oh you don’t even know baby, you don’t even know”

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[cremecakess]

heyyy, if ur not too busy, can i request hcs of lilia vanrouge cooking...? i lowkey wanna see them descend into chaos lol

feel free to ignore/put off writing this :)

hello anon! firstly, i am so sorry i let this ask MARINATE in the ask box for like.... a long while... but sure! i kinda wrote this in a fic, so i hope you don't mind

word count: 500ish

as usual, more under the cut :)

“Hello? Silver? Yuu? Is anyone here?” Lilia called out, to an eerily silent Diasomnia lounge. “Well, I made some soup for you guys, so feel free to drop by the kitchen to have some!”

Meanwhile, a certain silver haired student and a magicless prefect were hiding behind some couches, silently grimacing at each other.

“Silver!” Yuu whispered, “I thought you said you hid all the pots in the kitchen!”

“I did!” He whispered back, “Fath- I mean, Lilia-senpai must’ve found them!”

“Oh no.. what did we do to deserve this punishment…”

“Good thing Sebek and Malleus-sama are both out right now, or Sebek would’ve dragged us to try Lilia’s cooking by now…”

Glancing at their surroundings, Yuu decided that the coast was clear, and they could head back to Silver’s room. Oh how wrong were they…

“EVERYONE GET IN POSITION! WAKA-SAMA HAS ARRIVED BACK FROM MAGIFT PRACTICE!” Sebek yelled, bursting through the door, only to be met with radio silence.

“…” Malleus slowly walked behind him, confused at why there wasn’t a usual scurry of students lining up in formation.

Silver looked at Yuu, and with a defeated sigh, they both resigned from their hiding spots and rose to greet Malleus.

“SILVER! I EXP-“ Sebek’s voice was cut off with Lilia suddenly hanging upside down from the ceiling.

“Ah, Malleus, Silver, Sebek and Yuu! Where were you? Fu fu fu.. anyways I made some soup for you guys!” the fae cheerfully said, “Why don’t you come into the kitchen and try some?”

“LILIA-SAMA! IT IS AN HONOUR TO HAVE FOOD YOU YOURSELF MADE!” Sebek quickly responded, “WE WILL GO TO THE KITCHEN AND TRY YOUR SOUP!”

“I’m rather full as of now-“ Silver interjected, only to be met with Lilia dragging the four of them to the kitchen.

“Oh- no, no, I insist! I promise this soup is better than all of my other creations!” Lilia cheerfully responded.

Sebek was rambling about trying the legendary war general’s cooking with Malleus and Silver silently grimacing at the punishment they were about to endure. Who in their right mind would WANT to try Lilia’s abominations?

As soon as the five of them entered the kitchen, a foul odor was wafting through the room. Yuu silently wished that they never stepped foot into Diasomnia today, of all days. Even if they really enjoyed the company of Malleus and Lilia, this was pushing it.

Lilia returned to the group with a pot of… who knows what.

It was bubbling thickly with lumps of various miscellaneous ingredients, and if Yuu didn’t know better, they would’ve thought that they were in Alchemy class with Crewel, and Lilia was brewing some potion.

“Is it… burnt?” Malleus uttered with a start.

“Oh, my dear Malleus, you do wound me!” Lilia said dramatically. “This is a nutritious soup consisting of salmon, tomatoes, nuts, beans, yoghurt and celery! It has all the nutrients growing adolescents require!”

“AS EXPECTED OF LILIA-SAMA TO HAVE OUR WELLBEING IN MIND!” Sebek shouted.

“Well, then, why don’t you try so-“ Lilia said, before he was interrupted by a loud clatter of a pot.

The pot filled with ‘soup’.

“Oh thank the Seven…” Silver quietly muttered before coughing awkwardly.

“Oh no! What a shame! I did put all my effort into making that….” Lilian lamented, “Luckily, I made an extra batch, just in case!”

“Oh no…..” Yuu and Silver groaned in unison.

i'm trying out a new layout, hopefully its working...

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst fluff #diasomnia #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #twst yuu #this is amazing #☂｡⋆｡☽ SUMI'S WRITING

[jacksonlywife]

Heyy! Can I request Hsr boys (Caelus, Jing Yuan and Welt if possible) reacting to an anxious!reader whos a performance monster? Normally, theyre quieter by nature. Wearing oversized sweaters and massive blanket scarves and dislike drawing attention to themselves (think cozy accademia)

They dont usually preform , but when they do, they will preform with ×100 charm. Full 180 from their more reserved, timider side. Confident, flirty and show-stopping they become, hypnotizing people with their preformances unintentionally.

The reason they preform is essencially a friendly contest between friends to see who can outperform the other, more of a playful pride/bragging rights thing then anything. (ie. whoever has the best preformance by vote doesnt have to worry about dinner) When your peers get competative, and step up, ones gotta rise to the ocassion. Due to that, it's kind of resulted in reader and their friends getting better and better, as everyone kept encouraging eachother (cheering, whistling, throwing money at eachother when one is preforming) to get better. (Also free food so ye)

(Feel free to decline if your not comfy, but if you do decide to do my request thank you!)

👁-👁 Anon

                               Unbelievable Show

(HSR Boys Reacting to an Anxious!Reader Who's a Performance Monster)

(GN!Reader)

Tw: Panic Attack Caelus:

The wind was sharp and cold tonight. You sat on your couch all cozied up with an oversized sweater and the longest pants in existence. A mug in your hand as you watched the local news. Today was the day you were going to face off Caelus in a performance competition. Caelus was your friend you met not too long ago in the Astral Express. He was rather expressionless and you were quite timid so the beginning was rough.

Though eventually you both warmed up to each other bit by bit. It felt like forever but it happened thankfully. As you sipped tea the door burst open almost making you spit the liquid out. It was Caelus.

“You ready to get beat?” He said with a small smug smile. 

“I’ll win..” You felt nervous. You weren’t one to enjoy others' attention. It made you feel uncomfortable. Caelus knew this as well but he wanted you to get out of your bubble and show off. Also, You can't let him beat you can you?

You then noticed his attire. He had the same clothes that he usually wore. Light gray t-shirt, black pants, and a long sleeved jacket.

“You can’t wear that to the performance..” You said pointing and mumbling.

Caelus put his hands on his hips and tilted his head with a neutral expression. 

“Why can’t I?” He said confused.

“It's a performance. You have to dress to appeal. Otherwise no one will cheer.”

Caelus did the so-called superman pose and pushed his shoulders up.

“I'm already attractive. The ladies love me.” The fact he said that with an expressionless face almost made you laugh.

“Okay let's get ready.” You say as you walk to your closet. You slipped out a seductive outfit that would catch the crowd's cheers. Your anxiety rose up but you knew this is how you'd win the contest between you and Caelus.

You put the outfit on and looked at yourself in the mirror. Taking deep breaths to get ready for what was going to happen. Caelus also changed into better attire. A suit and his hair slicked back as you headed to the theater building.

The crowd was bigger than you expected. 

Eyes everywhere.

 Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to calm yourself down. That failed as it turned into hyperventilation. Heavy pants came out your mouth as you clutched your chest trying to stop it till you felt warm hands on your face.

“Calm down.” Caelus said cupping your cheeks. “You're okay. Everythings fine.” He said soothingly. For someone so emotionless all the time this was comforting.

“T-thank you.” You say slowly calming down. 

“I'm up first. Take inspiration if you need it.” Caelus teased with a small smile making you roll your eyes playfully.

He walked on stage and people squealed at the handsome young man in front of them. The performance was repetitive. He showed off amazing fighting skills and powers he had wowed the crowd over a million times. You smiled at your friend being proud of him. Though now you felt the urge to beat him in this even more. After all, it's a free lunch if you win.

Caelus winked as he got off stage hearing shrieks of fangirling.

“Where'd you learn how to wink like that?” You ask, chuckling.

“Sampo.” He said bluntly.

“Of course.” It was your turn now and an anxiety feeling crept on you again but you paced your breath steady as you saw Caelus shoot you an encouraging smile which you returned.

You stepped on stage and for some reason. 

Your whole damn aura changed.

You danced for the crowd with no sense of nervousness whatsoever sending Caelus into a dumbfounded state. 

Your flirty smiles caught many people's attention.

 Your seductive manner made people watch closely. 

Your beautiful talent at footwork made people stop drinking and watch in awe.

Movements flowed with ease.

Your nervousness was now confidence as you striked poses in the dance you were doing. You catched a glimpse of Caelus’s eyes and he was sparkling. Showing he was deep into the dance as well. 

A final movement to end it off and the crowds cheered as loud as they could. 

“Hurray!” 

“Huzzah!”

“MARRY ME.” Oh dear.

A blush crept to your face from embarrassment as you bowed and quickly came off stage flustered.

“That was amazing. I've never seen anything like it..” Caelus said, his eyes drifting away.

You gave a grateful smile as Caelus’s head shot up all of a sudden.

“Don’t tell me you put that nervous act just to get consoled by me?” He teased with a neutral face.

“N-no! I was actually nervous..I don’t know what just happened.” You said, shaking your head furiously.

“Now I wonder who got more votes..” Caelus replied which you nodded to.

Votes came in and goodness. 

CAELUS: 467     Y/N: 980

You had won by a landslide! Caelus’s face drifted off as he looked depressed but you smiled triumphantly at that. Though you could catch a hint of a smile on his face.

“Guess that means you're paying for my dinner.” You smirked as he sighed heavily.

“I gotta tell you something.” Caelus said with a stern face making you flinch.

“Y-yes?” You replied worriedly.

“I'm broke.”

Jing Yuan:

It was a beautiful sunny day, the clouds swarming the sky like an ocean wave. Today you were going against the General of the Cloud Knights. Jing Yuan. You couldn't find him as you searched and searched. Fu Xuan told you he was in a room which she pointed at. You thanked her and opened the door just to be caught in a tricky situation.

The General and his Cloud knights were at a meeting which you accidentally walked in on making you embarrassed.

“Oh. S-sorry wrong timing.” You flushed as you turned on your foot to leave.

“Wait. Today's performance today, right?” The General spoke with a smirk.

“Yes..but you can cancel if you want. You seem busy..” You mumbled shyly as the knights stared at the person who interrupted.

“Nonsense! I'm not busy. I have so much free time.” Jing Yuan stood up smiling. A young disciple named Yanqing of Jing Yuan also stood up looking ready to protest.

“General! You said you were going to teach me the new sword technique that the older soldiers are learning. So you are busy!” He said frustrated. Though it was a little hard to take seriously since all you saw was a little child complaining to his dad. 

“Yanqing. That can be another day. I've told them that I'd do this performance for a while now.” Jing Yuan sighed, crossing his arms looking down at Yanqing.

Yanqing then pouted and was clearly not happy with this revelation but then an idea struck. 

“How about you come along as one of the audience members?” You said murmuring a bit shyly to announce this idea.

Jing Yuan clapped once and smiled. 

“That'd be nice. Wouldn't it be Yanqing? You can also see your General doing a performance.” Yanqing wanted to decline but it was clear he wanted to see his General in the works.

“Yes, General.” He mumbled trying to cover the excitement on his face.

“Excellent!” Jing Yuan said, clearly pleased. “Why don’t you go get dressed, hm? The performance will be in 2 hours.” You nodded and headed out to the dressing room.

You dressed into an outfit that you knew would grab the crowd's attention.

 It was stunning. 

Though a wave of anxiety swept over you as you knew there would be loads of people watching. 

Staring.

After all, the General of the cloud knights was going to be there, and now his disciple in the crowd.Who would miss that? 

Your hands dug into a table as you tried to ease the stress building up on you. Your body felt cold. You needed warmth. 

“I can't do this.” You mumbled looking at the ground.

“And why can't you?” A familiar voice spoke.

Jing Yuan stood there crossing his arms and looking at you as if you were a student who was caught cheating on an exam, making you flinch in surprise.

“Ah..I'll freeze up. I can’t.” You say biting your bottom lip.

Jing Yuan sighed and held one of your shoulders as gently as possible.

“Yes you can.” He said looking straight into your eyes. “You have to. How will that bubble break if you don't blow it?” He smirked knowing he sounded poetic. “Well they don’t call me Shakespeare 2.0 for nothing.”

You chuckled amused at his comfortment. “O-okay. I'll try.” You say smiling softly.

“Good.” He let go of your shoulder smirking.

“I'm out first.” He waves you off as he walks out.

“Goodluck!” You shout encouragingly, getting a chuckle out of him.

Yanqing was in the crowd, clearly excited to see his Generals performance as goodness. He had the right to be so excited.

Jing Yuan showed blade work and how he handled weapons with amazing ease. Tricks and how he could attack his enemies from any certain angle. Each slash he showed to the crowd was as if a bird was spreading its wings for its first time.

“Wows” and “woah’s” echoed from the crowd making you feel proud but more competitive inside.

Jing Yuan winked as he came off stage and people clapped. Yanqing stood up in awe and clapped the loudest.

“You're up next.” He says to you as he walks off.

You take a breath and walk onto the stage. Feeling eyes on you. Though as the music began you swayed. 

With no tension in your body?

Fluid movements of the dance as you did neat tricks making you look like some sort of goddess.

 A flirty smile to the audience making them blush.

 A twirl to get their attention. 

An air kiss for people to continue watching.

A glimpse of Jing Yuan's expression was seen. Eyes widened and mouth slightly agape.

Minutes pass of this motion.

You stop and take a breath of relief as crowds begin cheering. Roses fell onto the stage and money was flung making you blush out of being flustered from such treatment. Yanqing gave a thumbs up which you returned chuckling.

You got off stage and smile to yourself and accidentally bump into someone quite tall.

It was Jing Yuan.

“Amazing job you did out there. I couldn't stop watching.” He says truthfully.

“I'm glad.” You smile, grasping your hands together.

“Let's check the votes shall we?” Jing Yuan suggested with you obliged and looked up at the screen.

JING YUAN: 890 Y/N: 974

You won! You won! You clapped for yourself in happiness as Jing Yuan let out a soft chuckle clapping for you.

“Well played.” He said smiling. “Guess that means I owe you dinner?” He says sighing.

“Hell yeah it does.”

(If I misinterpreted your request please tell me. <3)

#romance #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #jing yuan #fluff #panic attack #caelus #star rail #fanfic #cute #performance #surprise

[mmingooo]

i’m not sure if ur requests are open so feel free to ignore if they are not but i was wondering if i could request some hyunjin fluff. maybe like reader and hyunjin spending the day together.

no worries || hwang hyunjin

❥𓂃𓏧 warnings: none.

❥𓂃𓏧 genre: fluff.

❥𓂃𓏧 pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader.

❥𓂃𓏧 word count: 1,4k words.

❥𓂃𓏧 notes: hi anon! thank you so much for your request! i hope you enjoy this! <3

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finally a day off.

as of late, you and hyunjin had been extremely busy, him with his idol schedule and you with your own job and boss that thought that you were willing to work extra time and days.

so seeing each other and spending days together had been something that couldn’t even cross your mind.

but today was finally the day that you two could coordinate to have off.

you opened your eyes and immediately saw hyunjin laying on his back, with his head turned away from yours, the room was completely dark, since your boyfriend had convinced you of buying black out curtains.

you turned around and looked at your phone, it was barely 9 am, and you cursed at your brain for waking you up this early when you had nowhere to be.

hyunjin turned his head and in his sleep, wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you closer, his face rested a few inches away from yours, and your noses barely missed eachother.

now that you were this close, you took the time to admire his angel looking face.

months ago you had already memorized every detail of his beautiful face, but you decided to try analyze it once again, trying to spot any changes, maybe a new mole or pimple.

he had always been dedicated to his skin routine, and it definitely paid off, since you could feel the softness of it when you laid your fingers on his cheek.

you pushed away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eye and softly scratched his nape.

“if you’re trying to wake me up, it’s not gonna work”, hyunjin surprised you when he spoke softly.

“i think it already did”, a big smile made it’s way into your lips.

hyunjin whined and snuggled closer.

“what time is it?”, he asked.

“it’s almost 9 am”

“agh, y/n why did you wake up so early?”

“i don’t know! my body is conditioned to wake up early i think”

he opened his eyes and saw yours wide open, he placed his hand on top of them and closed them in an attempt to get you to get back asleep.

“shh, sleep now, shh”, he lulled, you softly snorted.

“i don’t think it’s gonna work, love”, you told him as he continued his hand motion over your eyes.

“shh, you just gotta try, now shh, go back to sleep”

you let him continue, not wanting to burst his bubble.

after a few seconds he stopped and asked, “are you sleeping now?”

“yeah, honey, sure”

he opened his eyes and saw you staring at him, and sighed.

“i did what i could, now you’ll be the only one awake”, he got comfortable and tried to sleep again.

“yah, don’t, you already woke up!”

“yeah! but not because i wanted to! you woke me up by touching my face”, he frowned.

“i was just admiring you!, it’s not my fault you’re so damn gorgeous”

he opened one eye and pulled his head a bit away from yours as if he wanted to examine your face better.

“you think i’m gorgeous?”

“hyunjin, we are not gonna have this conversation again”, you roll your eyes at him playfully, he gives you an offended look.

“what conversation?”

“the one where i say you’re beautiful, or gorgeous, or cute, and you act like you either didn’t hear me or pretend like you don’t know what i’m talking about and ask me to say it again, instead of directly asking me to compliment you again”

“wha- i don’t do that!”, he exclaimed frustrated.

“you just did!”

“agh, whatever, let’s just go back to sleep”

“if i say you’re gorgeous again, will you get up and come with me to have breakfast at this coffee shop i found?”

“which one?”, he asks but doesn’t open his eyes.

“i don’t remember it’s name, but i found the instagram yesterday and it looked cute, it had like cottage vibes”

he opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow, “will you pay?”

you roll your eyes, “sure”

“okay, now tell me i’m pretty”, he smiles.

you sigh, “you’re really pretty, baby, now, will you go with me or not?”

“of course, you just had to ask”, he opens his eyes again and before you could protest, he kisses your lips, and gets up, heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

with an enamoured grin, you follow him.

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you had been sitting at the cafe for about two hours since you arrives at around 10 am, everything was delicious, the coffee was just on point and the food was sweet and tasty.

you’re conversation had jumped from topic to topic, and you hadn’t shut up since you sat at your table, the lady at the front desk had been eyeing you for a while, and you assumed it was because your really never stopped talking.

“what do you wanna do after we finish?”, hyunjin asks, pushing aside his coffee cup and grabbing your hand in his.

“mhmm, that’s a good question, what do you want to do?”

“there’s an art museum not far from here…”, he suggested.

“are you sure you haven’t gone yet?”

he avoids your gaze and scratches the back of his neck.

“no?”

“hyunnie…”, you’ve caught him, and you find extremely amusing the fact that he’s trying to deny he’s already probably spent hours there.

“okay, maybe i went, but i didn’t see everything!”

“hyun…”

“okay, fine, i might’ve gone there and stayed for like 7 hours, but that’s not important!”

“7?!”

“yeah, i got carried away a bit”

“a bit? that’s not a bit babe”, you laugh.

“well the art is really good so you can’t blame me”

“i bet it was, if you managed to lose track of time and stayed seven hours”

“so… you wanna go?”

“sure, let me pay and we’ll go”, you call for the waiter and move to get your wallet, but hyunjin grabs your hand firmly.

“don’t worry, i’ll get it this time, you’ll pay next”

“that’s what you said last time”

“did i?”, he gives you a fake puzzled look while he pays the bill.

“have a good day”, the waiter smiles and walks away, you two get up, get your stuff and walk out of the cafe.

the day was sunny, but it wasn’t hot and there was a nice breeze.

walked hand in hand slowly, like you had you had no worries, and that’s exactly how you felt.

once you arrived at the museum, you saw hyunjin nod at the guard respectfully.

“back again, huh?”, the guard asks.

“yeah, i’m bringing my love to appreciate this beautiful art”

“hope you have a great time”

“thank you”, you say. “seems like you two became friends on your stay”, you point out.

“yeah, i spent like 2 hours admiring the paints with him, he actually knows a lot, he taught me what techniques some of the artists used and told me the stories behind them, i also showed him my art”

“really?”

“yeah, he said he hoped to see my paintings up here someday”

you smiled wildly at him and kisses his cheek.

“let’s go see what all the fuss is about”

you spent all afternoon there, admiring and debating which paint had a better technique, and even though you weren’t much of an effort, you enjoyed listening to hyunjin speak so passionately about the paints.

he pointed out little details you failed to see and told you how much he wanted to reach that skill level he saw in many artists.

when you noticed it began getting dark and you decided to head out, you waved goodbye to the guard who was still there and headed back to your apartment.

once you arrived, you took your shoes off and took a shower, you then prepared dinner and decided to take the plates up to the roof of your apartment complex.

as you were staring into the night sky and contemplated the stars, you felt hyunjin’s gaze on you.

“can i help you?”, you ask and turn your head to face him, when you did, you saw him staring lovingly at you.

“no, i just really love you”

you felt your heart skip a beat.

“i really love you too”, he leaned in and kissed you.

and at this time, you wanted to stay here, in his protecting arms and a nice breeze, with the sounds of the busy city under you.

#✰ — stray kids ! #✰ — hyunjin ! #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids x reader #stray kids x gn reader #stray kids x you #hyunjin x you #hyunjin fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines

[alfi-always-writes]

Maybe you could do #55 with ler!Leo and lee!Donnie? It feels like something Leo would say.

That's What Brothers Are For

Summary: Donnie's a little stuck with this project, but thankfully, Leo is always willing to help out.

Author's note: Thank you for the prompt anon! You know I'm the biggest sucker for lee!Donnie, this was so much fun to create! I hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: This fic contains tickling, proceed with that knowledge however you see fit!

Word count: 1,149

55. "Whoa! I didn’t expect that much of a reaction."

"I mean, I still don't think it matters at the end of the day," Leo said, swinging his legs over the edge of the counter he sat on.

Donnie hummed to show that he was listening, at least a bit. He had been working on the web-shooting oozesquito catcher for longer than he wanted to admit. Working with Big Mama's webs had proven to be trickier than he expected, but the device was coming along. It had previous issues with the occasional misfire, but Donnie's most recent adjustment should have fixed that. In fact, now it was exactly how he envisioned it.

"Unbelievable. It's like you're not even listening to me," Leo said suddenly, as Donnie observed his invention with bated breath.

"I think I... I think I got it! It was about time—"

Thwip. A web shot unprompted from the device and hit Donnie's left hand, securing his wrist to the table. He slammed his free hand on the table with a frustrated groan.

Leo snickered behind his fist, sliding off of the counter to aid his brother. "Relax, maybe you should take a break? You'll get it to work."

"Not if it traps us instead of the oozesquitoes," Donnie deadpanned, tugging his webbed hand uselessly. Even though he didn't stomp his feet and huff whenever his tech didn't work properly these days, Leo could see the frustration and disappointment climbing.

Leo jostled the device, which shot another web that whizzed past Donnie's head before splatting against the wall.

"Leon! Don't touch anything, just—leave it alone!" Donnie said. He dropped his head down onto the cold table, breathing through the desire to set his entire lab on fire.

Leo laughed, clutching his sides and wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, much to Donnie's dismay. "Okay, okahay, let me help you..."

Donnie waited for Leo's "help" that never came. He picked his head up inquisitively, seeing a mischievous smirk on Leo's face. Donnie pulled again at his webbed hand, backing away in his spinny chair anxiously. "L-Leo?"

"I mean, come on, Don! It's just too easy," Leo said, gesturing to Donnie's current position. "Besides, you're so frustrated with your invention, I think you could use a little break."

"Don't you dare, Nardo," Donnie said, giggles bubbling up as he tried to inch his spinny chair farther away from his twin looming over him.

Leo sucked in a long breath through his teeth and held his hands up defensively. "Sorry DonTon, my hands are tied, I mean... you see why I have to, right?" He dragged his fingers over the sides of Donnie's shell, not sounding quite as apologetic as he claimed to be.

Donnie's giggles burst forward and he tried to twist away from the offending hands, but his trapped hand offered little leeway. "N-Noho yohohou dohon't, Leohoho!"

Leo smirked at his brother's predicament, bringing his hands up to poke at Donnie's neck. The giggles died down a bit, but the genius still flinched at every prod. "You're just sooo ticklish, DonTon, it's really your own fault."

"Thahahat doesn't—AHhahaha!"

Leo cut him off with a few well-placed squeezes to the thighs, and it took everything Donnie had in him not to scream. His knees hit the underside of the table before he slid out of his chair and onto the ground in a futile attempt to escape Leo's attack. However, his left hand still stayed secured to the table.

"Oh perfect! Thanks DonTon, this makes things much easier," Leo said, wiggling his fingers into Donnie's exposed underarm. And good Galileo, did that tickle so much.

"N-Nahahardo!" His brain short-circuited from the overwhelming tickly sensations. All he could do was laugh and frantically flail his free arm, which did manage to land a few hits to Leo's face.

"Do you feel less stressed, brother?" Leo asked innocently while he dodged Donnie's flying arm.

"Pff—yehehehes, fihihine!"

Leo stopped his attack, laughing alongside his giggly twin. "Okay, ohohokay, I'm done! I just couldn't stand to see you so grumpy."

Donnie breathed through the residual giggles as the gears in his brain started turning properly again. He punched Leo's shoulder with a halfhearted glare. "N-Noho, not grumpy, just working. When your insufferable brother interrupts your important project, you'll understand."

"I'll let you know if he does, but he's still stuck to a table right now," Leo said, punctuating his sentence by flipping Donnie's goggles over his eyes.

Donnie flipped the goggles back up with a huff. "If you don't mind, I was in the middle of something."

"Lemme help you."

"Nardo," Donnie said in a warning tone when Leo reached for his trapped wrist.

"Relax, I'm not gonna tickle you, I'm just gonna un-stick you—"

"Stop! You... You're going to anyways!"

"Oh, so you mean to tell me your arms are ticklish too?"

Donnie groaned, rubbing his temple with his free hand. "It doesn't matter, just—"

"Dude, is there anywhere that you aren't ticklish?"

"Never mind!" Donnie scowled as Leo burst into uncontrollable laughter yet again. He waited for his twin to calm down before he tried to continue. "Look, you don't have to—"

"Allow me, hermano," Leo said suddenly, grabbing Donnie's forearm and trying to worm his fingers between where the webs met Donnie's skin.

The reaction was instant: Donnie's head dropped back and his free hand flew to his mouth, holding back an avalanche of frantic giggles. His feet drummed against the floor in an effort to release some of the ticklish energy that was building up.

"Whoa!" Leo said, pulling the web off of Donnie's arm slowly, "I didn’t expect that much of a reaction!"

Donnie wanted to say something snarky in return, but he couldn't trust himself not to succumb to the giggles if he opened his mouth at all. Leo's fingers traced all over his forearm (seemingly aimlessly at times) only briefly interrupted when he moved to pull webs from Donnie's hand.

"Hang on, stop moving," Leo said, freeing Donnie's hand with one last quick tickle to his palm, earning a gasp from his twin.

Donnie wasted no time rubbing away the tingling sensation on his arm. He glared at his brother, but the small smile pulling at his mouth betrayed him. He punched Leo's shoulder again with his newly-freed hand. "This is why you're not allowed in my lab," he said flatly.

Leo flipped the goggles once more as he got up to leave. "You're the one who lets me in every time."

Donnie fixed his goggles and rubbed his wrist, easing the queasy feeling from the web touching his skin. "I would have gotten it myself."

"Sure you would've," Leo called back on his way out of the lab.

Donnie rolled his eyes and got back to the task at hand. Though he would never say it out loud, Leo's idea of taking a break was a good idea. Probably Leo's first good idea ever.

#my writing #sfw tickle fic #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle fic #ticklish!donnie #i loved writing this #i'm so sick right now but i hope you all enjoy this #sorry in advance for any possible errors #sick alfi triumphs over editor alfi unfortunately

[your-divine-ribs]

White Wedding

Words: 2k (was supposed to be a blurb whoops!)

Van eats you out under your wedding dress right after the ceremony // Inspired by 🤍 anon’s horny thoughts… xxx

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"Good afternoon Mrs McCann."

You didn't register for a second, didn't realise Van was actually talking to you, but as you lifted your head at the sound of his voice and saw him beaming at you, the realisation hit you.

That was your name now. You'd done it. You'd actually got married... to the love of your life.

"Mrs McCann," you whispered to yourself, an excited giggle bubbling up from the back of your throat and bursting free. You were giddy with it, drunk on the heady feeling of the love that you felt for the man who was standing before you, the one who you'd just vowed to spend the rest of your life with... for better or for worse... and if it got any better than this then you were in heaven for sure.

"Feels funny you calling me that," you laughed. "Doesn't feel like you're talking to me at all."

"Well you'd better get used to it love, 'cause this is it now... for the rest of our lives."

He reached out his hand to yours but didn't take it, he simply slipped it to rest under yours, your matching wedding bands on display, the polished gold glimmering in the sunlight which streamed in through the chapel windows.

The smile stretched wide on your face, you couldn't help it. Your cheeks were starting to ache with the way that you'd been grinning like a Cheshire Cat all day. "I'm such a lucky girl," you said, reaching up a hand to brush Van's hair out of his face, letting your fingers trail tenderly down his jawline.

"Reckon I'm the lucky one," he replied, leaning in close to you, your lips connecting in a soft kiss that rapidly became heated as your hands moved down to his bum, squeezing firmly as you pulled his body closer to yours.

"Mmm... keep that up and I'm gonna have to whisk you away somewhere and have my wicked way with ya!"

You both chuckled as you broke away, a little breathlessly. You were alone in the small country chapel, all your family and friends having moved on to the reception in a nearby hotel whilst you awaited the arrival of the photographer. The grounds here were stunning and you knew they'd make a gorgeous back-drop for your wedding photos.

"I'm sure you can wait," you tutted at him, hands resting on his hips.

He shook his head, still smiling. "That's just the thing, I really don't know if I can..."

You were sure he was only joking but as you looked at him that afternoon, all kitted out smart and handsome in his suit, eyes simmering with love and affection and just a hint of lust, you started to entertain the idea. It was just the two of you after all. No one would know a thing about it.

But you couldn't... you were in a church for gods sake... You pushed the inappropriate thoughts away, busying yourself with straightening his tie. "I'm afraid you're gonna have to Van... first it's the photos and then the car's coming to take us straight back to the hotel. We're not gonna have time for one of your quickies today!"

"Where there's a will there's a way," he smirked, a hand smoothing down over your hips to grab a fistful of the silky layers and netting of your wedding dress. "Don't tell me you're not tempted. I can see it in your eyes love, I know you're thinking about it. I know that look all too well."

He gradually began to lift your dress upwards, grinning mischievously.

"Oh my god! We're in church remember?" You giggled, not making a move to stop him, your breath hitching as his cool touch connected with your thigh, his fingers moving upwards to alight on the soft lace of the frilly garter you wore.

"What's all this?" He exclaimed, eyes widening in delight as he pulled your dress up higher, exposing your white lace-topped stockings. He tugged on the garter, letting it snap back gently against your skin. "Fuckin' 'ell, just look at you! Now I know I'm definitely the lucky one!"

"It's tradition," you grinned, laughing at his awestruck expression. "You know... something old, something new..." you indicated your grandmother's antique tiara and your dress in turn. "Something borrowed..." you slid a finger along the row of tiny freshwater pearls that you wore around your neck that your best friend had lent you. "And something blue..." you said finally, Van's eyes falling back to the garter and the delicate blue ribbon that was threaded through it.

"My beautiful wife," he grinned proudly. "You really do think of everything huh?"

Then all of a sudden he released your dress, firmly grabbing hold of your hand and pulling, urging you to follow him. "C'mon babe, come with me... I've had an idea."

"What are you doing now? Where are we going?" You asked, letting him tow you down the narrow aisle you'd just traversed nervously an hour previously, your satin-covered stilettos clacking loudly on the stone flooring.

"Reckon we've got about fifteen minutes before the photographer arrives," he called behind him as he pulled you into the far corner of the church and urged you to sit down on a small wooden pew pushed up against the wall. "Just enough time for a little appetiser..."

If his words didn't tell you what he had in mind then the mischievous smirk on his lips and his next actions certainly did. You watched on, excited and stunned as he quickly sank to his knees before you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he looked up at you to gauge your reaction. He placed his hands on your thighs, easing them apart. "What d'ya say huh, Mrs McCann? We got time for a little bit of fun?"

"We can't do it in here! Are you bloody crazy?" You uttered in disbelief, imagining the wedding photographer arriving early and catching you in a compromising position, pristine wedding dress hitched up around your hips whilst Van had you bent awkwardly over a wooden pew whilst he pounded into you from behind. It didn't matter that the deliciously naughty thought lit a fire between your legs, there was no way you could risk it.

"I don't mean like proper shagging!" Van laughed, gripping the hem of your dress, bunching it up in his fingers and raising it, fixing you with a smouldering look. "Just wanna make my gorgeous new wife feel good don't I? You know I can't resist ya."

As he spoke he leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to the inside of your knee, eyes still on yours, your heart starting to race as his filthy intentions became clear all at once. "Can't believe you wanna do this now... in here of all places!"

"C'mon love," he pleaded, pausing to drag his soft lips up your inner thigh, catching the garter in his teeth to tug on it gently. "Now's the perfect time. I know what you'll be like after a few glasses of champagne at the reception, you'll be falling asleep before I've even got your wedding dress off. At least this way I can make sure the smile you wear for the photographer's genuine!"

"Of course it'll be genuine, silly!" You giggled, easing your legs further apart as he started planting warm, lingering kisses all over the skin of your upper thighs, his nose nudging temptingly against your lace covered core. "I just don't wanna get caught that's all. What would people say?"

"Not a problem... no one'll even know what I'm up to," he chuckled, and then to your surprise he pulled the voluminous layers of netting and silk up and over his head, nestling himself neatly into the small space between your spread legs.

"Ahhh shit..." you breathed, sucking in a gasp as you felt his fingers curl firmly around your thighs, his lips grazing over your covered clit. You couldn't quite believe what you were doing... and where you were doing it, but you shouldn't have been surprised. Van's fun-loving, reckless and incorrigible naughty streak was one of your favourite things about him, that and his ability to reduce you to a moaning, whimpering mess with his skilled fingers and tongue within minutes.

You could feel him under there now, his breath hot on your core, his tongue teasing you over the sheer lace of your panties, making you shiver.

"Van..." you sighed, an appreciation and a plea all rolled into one, your hands curling tightly around the edge of the wooden pew. You could just see his legs and his well-shined shoes sticking out from underneath the layers of your dress and the comical sight made you snigger to yourself, but your laugh was soon cut short when you felt him snare the lace of your panties in his teeth as he began to tug them down your thighs.

You were bare under the dress within seconds, fretting fleetingly that he'd torn the delicate lace in his haste, but you couldn't dwell on your inconsequential worries for long. Not when the heavenly feel of his tongue was a euphoric distraction, laving purposefully over your folds, seeking out your clit.

"You taste so good babe... so fuckin' sweet for me," you heard him murmur from under the layers of your dress, your cheeks flushing rosy red in response. There was something so deliciously naughty and arousing about not being able to see him but feeling his tongue fervently exploring you, every tender kiss and warm, wet lick intensified as you felt your toes curling, your eyes fluttering shut.

He grabbed harshly at the flesh of your thighs, fingers digging furrows into your tender skin, the roughness of his hungry touch a thrilling contrast to the soft blissful drag of his tongue. If he'd not been under your dress right now you'd have your hands buried in the roots of his hair, pulling and twisting his locks between your fingers. You had to settle instead for gripping the edge of the pew tightly, your fingernails digging into the wood as Van honed in on your sweet spot, tongue drawing slippery circles over your bud. He did it over and over, spurred on by the way the muscles in your thighs clenched up tight, the soft moans and sighs you tried so hard to hold back spilling forth anyway.

"Fuck... 'm gonna come," you squeaked out, your legs starting to shake. "Please don't stop... there... right there..."

You bit down hard on your lower lip to stifle your sounds, feeling Van press his face even further into your slickness, eager to lick up every last drop of your sweetness. Lightening bolts of pleasure coursed through you, zipping up your spine and radiating out along your limbs, your core on fire. You'd have screamed out loud if you weren't currently in a chapel, even the muffled whimpers you were making were amplified acoustically as they bounced off the stone walls.

"Shit... shit... shit..." you cursed as the waves of your climax peaked and then started to recede, your legs still trembling as Van released his grip to tenderly stroke your skin.

"Oh my god... that was unreal... now I know why I married you!" You giggled in between panting, your head tilting back to rest against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

There was a moment of fumbling under your dress, some incoherent muttering as Van manoeuvred himself out from beneath the silky layers, his hair all disheveled and his eyes bright, his red lips glistening with your arousal as he licked at them proudly.

"So it turns out my wife's a dirty little minx... who'd have thought it huh?" He smirked, giddily getting to his feet and brushing down his suit, adjusting his tie which was askew. "And there was me thinking you were all innocent in that pretty white dress."

"It's all you... you're the bad influence," you chided playfully, rising up on still shaky legs, reaching out to rest your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

The wedding photos taken that afternoon turned out perfectly, some would even go so far as to say they were magical. The photographer was overjoyed, enthusing about the pretty flush staining your cheeks and the sparkle in Van's eye, saying it added that extra little 'je ne sais quoi' that he always strived for when he photographed couples in love. Of course, you and Van knew perfectly well what the secret to that was... 🤍

#white wedding #catb imagines #van mccann #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic #smut

[yawnzzznnn]

Skipper, listen to me, you are growing fine and humble enough to admit when you are wrong . That's one thing I can honestly say about you not everyone can do that

At this point ignore them you dont let anyone I mean ANYONE try to bully you in telling you how you should feel or run YOUR PAGE. it's yours for a reason okay? I'm proud of you regardless

And to however the hell this anon is I think your just as immature for going back and forth with someone you don't even know matter fact someone that's a minor actually when all she did was state her opinion. IF U DONT LIKE IT U MAY PASS IT, that's all.

It amazes me how some of yall on this app don't do nothing but read and it's like yall still can't read If your that bothered go somewhere else leave her alone please and thank you. Go enjoy your day stop harassing people u don't know

Ok I get it I don't have to respond but I just know they acting like they run the world after typing out that shit and I gotta burst they bubble but that was the last response I'm not hince the "XOXO Yawn 💋" imma delete whatever they say cuz I'm honestly tired and they can't even use words properly! I'm not arrogant or defensive I'm petty 💅

But no srsly imma ignore them now cuz like I gotta help my friend he was in a school shooting a bit ago I ain't got time for this I need to be Able to respond to him when I can. I just wish they weren't anonymous so I can block them I don't understand why they don't block me and I don't think I was being rude in the first message it's just how I am 😭

Also I legit thought you forgot that nickname i thought i was off free

#yawning hours #yawnzzznnn's mother #yawnz after dark

[call-sign-shark]

♢ "SHARK" || Top Gun Maverick: OC ♢

Since we have reached 200 followers here, I thought it would be interesting to introduce you to my TGM OC, Shark. The first reason is that she already appears in several one shot, either mentioned or as a tertiary character, for she is readers' best friend. Defacto, she'll continue to do cameos, also in Angel In. The second reason is that it just makes me happy to tell you more about her, even though I know most people are here for actual top gun characters and not for an original character! :) Nevermind, I hope the few people who'll read that introduction will love it. Shark hugs them tight and gives them a friendly bite 💚

♢ Playlist 💚 (put your headphones and enjoy the CHAOS)

♢ Full Biography (PDF)

♢ Shortened Biography:

Seven "Shark" Kriegel is a former navy SEAL sniper who had struggled to change her career path after getting brutally attacked and wounded in Iraq. Only her best friend, you, knows that she is Cmdr Mike "Viper" Metcalf's illegitimate daughter.

From joy to rage-filled, Shark is a soldier of a different kind. Known in the naval base as a fierce and vicious pilot, everyone knows who she is because of her everlasting fangs-filled smile and her common psychotic bursts of laughter. Despite her wild soul and her sometimes suicidal maneuvers, Shark is a reliable and skilled ally working in the Dagger Squad on top of being one hell of a loyal friend. She would help you hide a corpse, believe me.

A lot of crazy in a bit of pretty - Shark's nature tends to be unpredictable and impulsive. Moreover, she tends to laugh with a slight psychotic undertone in her chuckle each time she feels overwhelmed by strong emotions, whether positive or negative. She relies on sarcasm and dark humor to cope with bad situations. These, added to her hyperactive, bubbly demeanor and her love for pigtails lead her friends to call her "Harley", even though she hates it. (which makes me laugh because an adorable anon requested me a Bob or Rooster x reader with Harley as a callsign aha)

♢ Physical particularities

All of her teeth are fang-shaped, except her central incisors

Her platinum blonde hair is not natural, she bleaches it.

She as many scars from Iraq: one thick one crossing her mouth, another one on her left ribs, and three cut on each side of her neck.

She has visible dimples because of her former cheeks piercings

She's small and hates that.

Other info

Usually, she is really close to the readers, who had taken her under their wing.

She's supposed to be Mav's love interest

Her hair is either stylized in pigtail Harley-Quinn style or with Dutch braids. At home she lets them down.

Feel free to ask something to her, she'll be happy to answer

Feel also free to ask for a request of Shark x Mav or Shark x Reader💚

#top gun oc #top gun maverick imagine #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #top gun x oc #glen powell #hangman #jake seresin #rooster #bradley bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #the dagger squad #call sign shark

[moraygrotto]

ok i would usually append this to the post i made publishing this ask from a while ago, but the tumblr app is being very unkind to me so i'm gonna try making a new one =_=

anyway mini fic!!! based on anon's stellar idea above

~💜~

Deuce slumped back in the leather booth, letting out a long "Hnnnnnnf~" of a sigh. He was bigger than Epel, and hence should have been better off, but it was visible how much he had eaten. His belly was pudged further out beneath his T-shirt than it was when the pair arrived at the diner, and Epel could hear each of his shallow breaths. Charming as he never failed to be, Deuce also got sleepy when he ate well.

Epel leaned his elbows on the table, looking upon the remains of their shared feast. Crumpled, oil-stained paper sat atop skeletal french fry trays. A depleted puddle of ketchup was congealing atop his plate, which was otherwise empty save for crumbs. A clean-scraped soup bowl sat at the summit of a stack of dishes, and clear cups stood majestically all around: four were drained of soda, and two were emptied of all the milkshake they had once contained.

Epel, into whom about half the spread had vanished, felt ready to burst in the best possible way. "We cleaned that lunch right up, huh, Deuce?"

Deuce blinked slowly. "Totally," he said. "We were both hungry, I guess."

Epel swirled a straw around in the melting ice of his soda glass. "Helps to have someone you don't mind eatin' around, too. Like, really eatin'; you know?"

When Epel looked back up, Deuce was blushing. "I know," he replied, and as he gave a little chuckle, his mouth popped open, and a euphonic little burp burst out of him. "Oh my god," he said, immediately looking around. At this time of day, they were alone in the diner, and their waitress was in the kitchen. Deuce's stomach gurgled in the aftermath.

Finally, his eyes fell upon Epel. "I am so sorry," he said faintly, not an ounce of his prior sleepiness about him.

A flicker of competitiveness rose up within Epel, the dire need to teach him a lesson for thinking of him that way, like someone who wasn't gross as anyone else. He just as quickly quashed the feeling. Deuce looked so sheepish; Epel couldn't be mad.

Instead, he swallowed, straightened up, and gave his chest a thump.

Like a monster smashing free from a cage, a loud and rough belch thundered up out of Epel. As it echoed off the chrome-lined ceiling, he rubbed his chest, sighed, and smiled at Deuce. "Still sorry?"

Deuce's eyes were wide, and he sat stock-still. "Have I... never heard you burp before, Epel?"

"Mmgrp—Guess not," Epel said through the low gurgling of an afterburp.

"I don't know what to say," said Deuce.

"You don't have to say anything. I know I'm pretty good. Here—" He took a dry slurp at the dregs of his soda, feeling the air from the straw mingle with the cool drops of liquid down his throat. With one press to his full tummy, another burp spilled out of him, this one brassy, long, and powerful. Afterwards, his mouth tasted like his meal— part of that burp had come from deep inside him.

Grinning, Epel let out a contented breath. "Maybe if I keep goin', I'll have room for dessert~"

Deuce's eyes were darting around, but he was still blushing hotly. "Epel, we are technically in public..."

Epel took another slurp. "Yeah? So?"

"I mean..."

"Gurp—Why's the public so important, anyway? It feels good, and it ain't hurtin' anybody. I'm gonna keep burping all I want until somebody tells me to stop." He raised a playful eyebrow. "Are you tellin' me to stop, Deuce?"

"No!" Deuce blurted at once. "Honestly, I think that'd be a crime," he said more quietly. "Your burps are amazing."

Little conquest complete, Epel relaxed, leaned over, jabbed his straw into the melted ice of Deuce's soda glass, and slurped it dry in one suck. The liquid added pressure to his already packed belly, which drew his attention to a bubble of air he could feel gathering deep within him.

He squeezed his stomach muscles, shifted in his chair, and drew the burp up in one strident expulsion of air. He let his eyes fall shut as it burst out of him, rumbling through all his belly, chest, and throat like a massage.

As his stomach settled, he felt light, freed from a tight pressure he had barely noticed was bloating him up. He gave his belly a slap of contentment, then ran a hand through his bangs as he looked up at Deuce. "'Scuse me," he said.

Deuce had conceded to rub at his own tummy with one hand. "Can— Can I ask how you burp like that?" he stuttered.

Epel raised his eyebrows. "Same way you do, I reckon."

"I mean, so huge—"

"Heh, thank you." Epel wiped his mouth with a napkin, which somehow managed to jar another burp from him. "I know you mean that 'cause I'm so little, but I'll take it as a compliment."

Deuce took his fork, and squished a sesame seed from Epel's plate between the cleft of two tines, "Would you take offense if I said your burps were cute?" he said softly.

"No, but only 'cause it's you sayin' it." Epel gave his belly a probing squish. Despite having eaten so much, the pies du jour in their glass case were looking delicious. While Deuce still looked like he wanted to curl up somewhere and digest for a while, Epel wasn't sure he could abandon the desire for something sweet now that it had crossed his mind.

"Say, Deuce," he said, and picked at a corner of his paper placemat. "You don't have any room needs clearin' out in your belly, do you?"

#moray writes