#he will always be there this took so long to write im high imagine if u looked at just this tag

[blitzyn]

prospect

toji fushiguro x m!reader

request: none

a/n -> sighs and explodes i need this man injected in my blood right NOW. nobody will be able to convince me that this man doesn’t have a breeding kink. sometimes i forget im writing for real people on a real platform and it jump scares me when people comment on my work. but in a good way ofc i love seeing people’s thoughts on my stuff. ANYWAYS. REQS.

wc -> 4.7k words of filth LMAO

cw -> anal fingering, anal sex, spit as lube, throat fucking, using “pussy” and “cunt” as a synonym, mild impact play, breeding kink, mirror sex, finger hooking, bondage, begging, brief gun play, when i say “little” i mean that in a condescending sorta way and not bc the reader is described to be petite and tiny, not beta read obv

"You're a tricky one, I'll give you that," is the first thing the man before you said. It'd been quite a while since the first time the two of you met in a dingy bar hidden in the sketchier parts of town. He hadn't been trying to kill you then - he was but a fellow patron eager to ruin his liver. Originally, he had a strange gut feeling about you. Like a pretty thing like you wasn't all it seemed, but he shrugged it off after a well-placed look from you offering to buy a couple more rounds.

So when he's given another job, the first thing he does is laugh. He didn't really mean it at first, but really, the irony was hilarious. The guy he nearly got to fuck was his current target: [Name] [L.Name], a rising Jujutsu Sorcerer. He obviously wasn't as strong as the esteemed Gojo Satoru or Geto Suguru, but he was advancing a little faster than many would've liked.

"Thanks. I tried," you replied, seeming much too relaxed for a man about to be assassinated. You were currently stuck on the floor with your arms tied behind your back and your legs bound together by plain, old, ordinary rope. You were a little embarrassed, truthfully, to have been caught by such a mundane trap like this.

You struggled against your restraints a bit, sighing in defeat when you only served to remind yourself just how stuck you were. "These are pretty secure," you started, giving the man before you a laidback smirk. "You experienced?"

Toji gave you a quizzical look for a moment before breaking out in an amused grin, resting his handgun against his shoulder. He definitely wasn't expecting his target to start flirting with him instead of pleading for his life like he was used to. But he'll entertain you for a while. "You could say that."

You huffed through your nose, your eyes lazily flitting around the room. You were making your way back inside the abandoned building you chose to hide in when you suddenly found yourself tied up. It took you a moment to realize you couldn't move when he appeared in front of you, but even less to recognize him as the man you almost got to sleep with. "I would've loved to have you tie me up back then, but this wasn't really what I was thinking about."

"Your phone's a real cockblock, huh?" He chuckled lightly, in an almost mocking manner from what you managed to detect in his voice. "Can't even begin to imagine how long you've had to go without gettin' laid."

You rolled your eyes like he wasn't only there to kill you and get his money. "Don't get me started. There's always something new I have to kill every fuckin' second. My boss thinks it's great training to go out whenever I can."

Right. Technically, you weren't a fully-fledged Sorcerer. You had more of a vigilante-esque vibe to you. You hadn't attended either Jujutsu High School in Tokyo or Kyoto as well, only taught by your family and experiences. Not that that really mattered anyway. You fought, you got strong, and now someone put a hit on you.

You sighed, shifting your body to a more comfortable position before tilting your head back against the wall. “This is the part where I beg for my life, right?” You questioned rhetorically, with an almost bored expression on your face before your eyes lit up with an idea. “I’m not too good at that, but I am good at begging for something else.”

Toji raised an eyebrow in intrigue, unable to fight off the grin at the obvious implication. He didn’t stop you from shamelessly checking him out, but he cut your ogle session short regardless.

“Yeah? Care to elaborate?” He made his way closer, crouching in front of you to get a better view of your face. He knew what you were asking for. He just wanted to know if you’d follow through with it.

Maybe it was the adrenaline making you bold, knowing that he could easily kill you with the pull of a trigger—or maybe it was just because he was really fucking hot. With a quick, obvious glance to his crotch (you could see the imprint of his dick through his sweatpants), you spoke clearly. “I want you to fuck me.”

He liked how forward you were, how unafraid you were to say what you wanted. He swiped his tongue over his lips and nearly laughed at how your eyes darted downwards to watch it. “You call that beggin’?” He taunted, raising his arm to press the tip of his gun against your chin to tilt your head up. “Do it right.”

A shudder ran through your body at his demand, leaving a trail of heat that settled right into your groin. You felt hyper aware of everything—of the cool metal on your skin, of the faint gunpowder scent emanating from the barrel, of your heartbeat thrumming so hard you briefly wondered if he could hear it.

“Oh, please, Mr. Fushiguro,” you whined, staring up at him through your lashes pleadingly. You tried to squeeze your thighs together as you squirmed, attempting to provide your hardening dick friction. “Please fuck me. I’ve been thinking about this whole time. I need it so much.”

“Well, aren’t you a confident little thing,” he remarked with a thoughtful hum, carefully inspecting your reactions. “But what makes you think I won’t just kill you and get my money?”

“Because you haven’t yet,” you replied with a smug undertone in your voice, like you figured him all out. Although, when he dragged his gun up towards your lips, a brief wave of fear washed down your body, settling deep in your chest.

“Really? That’s all you’re going off of?” He tilted his head, watching you through the dark curtain of hair that fell over his piercing eyes. “That’s cute.” He held his finger over the trigger, teasingly flexing it before relaxing just as fast. He found it funny how your confident facade slipped away the moment you remembered that you weren’t talking to a casual friend—that the Sorcerer Killer himself was staring you down the barrel of his gun. But, apparently, that’s what got you all hot and bothered.

“I didn’t think you’d be this desperate.” His scarred lips curled upwards in a predatory grin as he nudged the tip of his gun against your mouth, prying it open. You fought the urge to squirm when he pushed it further, jaw straining, but you tried your best to comply. “You seemed all mysterious ‘n’ unassuming back at the bar. What happened to that? Got me feelin’ like I got the wrong person with the way you’re actin’.”

You tried to shake your head while a garbled noise left your throat, but he kept you firmly in place as he pushed it as far as he could go. Even as you squinted, it was hard not to practically eyefuck him where you sat. Your watery irises trailed over the length of his arm, tracing the bulging veins that patterned over his forearm, dipping back underneath his skin before reappearing in his thick bicep. His shirt did little to hide his chest, squeezing in just the right places to render any woman jealous.

You couldn’t stop your gaze from wandering down, down towards his legs, zeroing in on the dick print he so obviously flaunted like a trophy. Your mouth watered, suddenly finding it hard to swallow. You slid your tongue over the rough metal, imagining that it was his cock stretching your eager throat wide open; imagining the salty taste of his precum, of the scent of his musk, of—

“My eyes’re up here, pretty boy,” he interrupted, pressing the gun up against your palate to snap you out of your stupor and avert your gaze. “If you’re gonna deny bein’ a slut, at least act like it.”

He pulled it out of your drooling mouth, wiping the string of saliva off on your cheek before setting it on the floor with a dull thud. Your face was messy, chest heaving up and down as you panted, expectantly waiting for him to continue like a lost puppy.

“You’re so damn easy,” he commented teasingly, reaching down to palm his cock through his pants. It throbbed under his touch, leaking precum and straining against the fabric. “If I’da known all it took for you to get all nice ‘n’ compliant f’me was a dick down your throat, I’d have my money by now.” There was a hint of honesty to his voice that you couldn’t even find in yourself to protest.

“Please…” you breathlessly whined, trying to writhe out of your binds, but it was tied too tightly around your body to free yourself. “I want it. Stop messing with me.”

“I know.” He reached down to shift you onto your knees, steadying you with a firm hand on the back of your neck. You watched him slide his free hand under his pants to pull his thick cock out, eyes fixated on the leaking tip. He wrapped it around the shaft and leisurely jerked himself off, the wet sounds of his precum sliding along the shaft mixing in with your labored breaths and his quiet groans.

Finally, after what felt like decades, he shuffled forward just enough to press himself against your lips, finding little need to nudge his way inside when you so eagerly parted them for him. You let out a pleased noise at the taste of his precum, beginning to squint and fight the urge to gag when he refused to stop until your nose was buried in his pubes. He held you there for a moment, enjoying the sight of your throat bulging to accommodate his cock.

“You’re takin’ me in so easily,” he purred, sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of your tongue tracing over a prominent vein, making him twitch in your mouth. “Is this what you do? Use your body to live a little longer? 'Cause I gotta say, whatever you're doin' is really payin' off."

You visibly preened at his praise, feeling your dick strain against the fabric of your pants. He let you move at your own pace, watching you hollow your cheeks and slide and bob your head up and down. He was thick and long and made your jaw ache in the best way, utterly infatuated with his scent, with his taste, with the way he let you go at your own pace—but you knew better. You knew that he could easily take that control away from you and fuck your face.

You kind of wished he did, honestly.

With a bit of effort, you pulled away from his cock, breathing heavily. Your voice was shaky but it was firm, determined to get what you wanted. “Fuck my throat,” you demanded, staring up at him through your lashes. He gave you an intrigued smile, clearly pleased with your eagerness to be used like a toy.

“You sure? ‘Cause I’m not stoppin’ til I cum,” he warned. He hardly gave you enough time to reply before he held the base of his cock, gently tapping the tip against your slick lips to get you to open up wide again, obviously unconcerned with your response. “But if you really insist, then who am I to say no to a pretty thing like you?”

He adjusted his stance, towering over you with both his hands atop your head. He allowed you to take a deep breath before pulling you to him just as he shoved his cock back down your throat. You were still unused to him, nearly choking at the sudden movement, feeling tears pool along your lashes. You could’ve sworn his musk was an actual aphrodisiac. It was all you could smell, filling up your nostrils to render your mind a pathetically fuzzy mess.

“Thaaaat’s it,” he drawled out, staring you down with enough heat in his eyes to practically glue you to the floor. You weren’t even sure if you’d get up and leave if he gave you the chance to. Probably not, frankly. Not with the way his strong hands so easily kept you in place, nor with how he strained your jaw—infatuated with every inch and vein and his salty precum. “Take it all, baby.”

He chuckled to himself, not bothering to hide the condescension in his voice. “But I didn’t need to tell you that, huh? Is this muscle memory takin’ over?” Despite his words, his brows were furrowed, focused on thrusting his hips, stoking the rising fire in his abdomen. His rhythmic groans were music to your ears, mixing in with your wet gags and the faint sound of his balls slapping your chin.

“Fuck,” he panted, taking one hand off to wipe your hair off of your forehead and get a look at your watery, unfocused eyes. It sent a heat down his spine that made his cock jolt at the sight of your blissed out face. “You’re so damn tight… gonna make me cum.”

“Is that what you want?” He grunted, digging his fingertips into your skin. “Y’think it’s what you deserve?” For a moment, you were worried he was going to stop. But he didn’t really, instead he kept you still, holding you at a distance to make sure you didn’t accidentally pass out. “I wanna hear you beg for it.”

You blinked your tears away and looked up at him, squinting, confused when he hadn’t let you go yet. It took you a second to piece together what he wanted of you, and felt the burn of embarrassment trickle down your spine and settle into your chest when you did. He wanted you to beg with his cock in your mouth. You were quiet, unsure how to respond without choking and coughing into next week.

“C’mon,” he persisted, his scarred lips lifting in a grin. “I know a little slut like you can do it.”

With a deep breath, you attempted to get your words out through muffled sounds that very vaguely sounded like sentences. It was humiliating—letting him use you to entertain himself like this, but it was an exhilarating feeling that made your cock twitch and throb, aching to be touched.

“Sorry, what was that?” He questioned mockingly, expression laced with faux concern. “Do you mind repeating that?”

You paused, staring up at him pleadingly, but when that didn’t seem to work, you tried again. Drool seeped out the corners of your lips, trailing down your chin. It was hard to breathe and form coherent thoughts. Your cock throbbed and ached to be touched, finding your pants to be uncomfortably suffocating.

“Was that so hard?” He questioned rhetorically as he tugged your face close again, savoring the feeling of your throat squeezing around his dick before beginning to fuck it. He groaned when he felt you run your tongue over the veins, the vibrations of your voice sending heat through his body that he eagerly chased.

He swore under his breath, panting, focused on the tightening coil in his abdomen. “Shit—I’m about to—fuck—cum.”

You moaned when you felt him still, pressing your face into his pelvis to make sure every drop of his cum went down your throat. It was difficult to swallow, letting your eyes flutter shut until he was finished. Your vision was a bit blurry when he finally decided to pull away, leaving you gasping and panting.

“I want—I need you to fuck me,” you slurred, desire flashing brightly in your eyes. Your voice was raw and hoarse and raspy, but there was no hiding your desperation. “Please. I need it so bad it fucking hurts. Please, Fushiguro.”

“I just got done cumming down your throat and you’re already askin’ for more?” He chuckled condescendingly, reaching out to swipe the pad of his thumb along your chin to gather the mix of saliva cum. He brought it to your lips, watching you wrap them around his finger and suck the fluids off his skin. “You needy whore. You’re lucky I’m not in any rush right now.”

With a swift hand, he untied the rope holding your legs together to lead you to a different spot, confident that you wouldn’t make a break for it. Not that you could nor wanted to, anyways.

The mirror before you was dusty and cracked, but it still served its purpose well. He kicked your legs apart and brought you back down to your knees, lowering himself behind you with a firm grip on the back of your neck. You nearly came on the spot when he squeezed your aching cock, hips jerking needily, but he let go in the blink of an eye to unzip your pants and bring them down far enough to expose your ass. He brought two fingers to your lips and dipped them inside your mouth with his other hand, coating them with your saliva rather haphazardly.

He swiftly brought them back down, running them over your balls and perineum teasingly, grinning at your sharp intake of breath. He slid the pads of them over your hole, just barely pushing them through to feel the resistance give way before pulling them back out.

“I swear to god, I’ll—“ you tried to threaten, only to be cut off by a whorish moan that Toji managed to tear from your lips when he shoved his fingers inside you. They pressed against your prostate, firm and unrelenting, rubbing it just the slightest bit to keep you reeling. The sudden stretch fucking burned as you clamped down on him like a vice, wincing and groaning.

“You’ll what?” He urged, eyes fixated on your face, watching every single muscle twitch, noticing the way your cock spurt a fresh stream of precum down the throbbing shaft. “C’mon, don’t get all shy on me now. What were you saying?”

He thrust his fingers in and out slowly, emphasizing the wet squelching sounds of your asshole. You could feel his breaths brushing against your heated skin, sending shivers up and down your spine that ended in your fingertips. Your knees ached and your arms were growing numb from being tied back for so long but you figured you could ignore it for a little while longer if it meant you’d get what you wanted. His dick, namely.

“I’ll—agh, fuck—I’ll…” you trailed off, hardly able to form a coherent sentence with the way he massaged your prostate so perfectly. “Just… just shut up,” you muttered finally, breathless and unfocused as you stared at the spot you connected from the reflection in the old mirror. A subtle feeling of embarrassment settled in your heaving chest when you heard the raspy sound of his chuckle.

“Is that it?” He taunted, locking eyes with you. His free hand slid upwards, teasing your nipples through your shirt to watch you squirm. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight. I’m startin’ to question whether or not you’re really some hotshot Sorcerer.”

It was hard to refute him when you looked the way you did—all messy and disheveled and desperate, hard for the man supposed to kill you. You were completely unlike yourself hardly half an hour ago, but you barely gave a shit. How could you when the hottest man you’ve ever seen was behind you, fingerfucking your eager hole? Chances like these don’t come often to you, that’s for sure.

You shivered and moaned, leaning back against his chest. Your hips practically moved on their own accord, thighs flexing to keep yourself upright as you tried to fuck yourself on his thick digits. Toji could see the way your eyes unfocused and glossed over with understimulated tears, frustrated and horribly pent-up.

He gave your prostate a quick jab, firm enough to intensify the heated coil in your belly, but too fast to savor. He wasn’t planning on giving in to you so easily as he avoided your sensitive spot, instead moving his fingers in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“God—stop doing that,” you pleaded. You felt like an open book, unable to stop yourself from furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance or conceal the painstakingly obvious glint of hunger in your pupil-blown irises.

“Quit whinin’ and maybe I’ll consider it,” he murmured gruffly, enraptured by the way you writhed and squirmed and looked just downright pathetic. You both knew he wouldn’t, not when all the others he’s fucked couldn’t hold a candle to your pliant little body. You knew why he was there in the first place, but still, you remained there on your knees even when he untied them.

You nearly let out a sob when he curled his fingers again, offering you the barest of touches to your prostate that sent liquid fire coursing through your veins.

“Fuck, please,” you begged, yet again. You didn’t know much of this you could take or how long it’d be until he caved. God, was it so much to ask for a man to fuck you stupid?!

“I want your cock inside me so bad, fucking me fast ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep,” you slurred, hardly able to maintain even the barest shred of dignity. You looked into his deep, green eyes through the mirror’s reflection, hoping he’d relent.

“Yeah? Y’want me in this slutty pussy?” He purred, sliding his slick fingers out of your twitching hole to give it a sharp slap. You jolted just as a spurt of precum slid down your hard cock, leaking onto your clothed, heaving abdomen. He chuckled breathlessly as he leisurely rubbed your puffy rim with the pad of a finger. “You should’ve just said so.”

He wiped his fingers off on the back of your shirt, offering you an oblivious shrug when you glared at him through the mirror. Your knees ached when he had you lean forward a little, placing your more of your weight on the poor joints as he reached down to quickly jerk himself off before tapping the tip of his dick on your asshole one, two, three quick times.

It felt like he was splitting you apart when he finally decided to push through after spitting on your hole, groaning at the way you squeezed around him tighter than a damn virgin. It hurt like a bitch. Of course it did—you made him rush and he was using less than ideal lube, but, God, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t feel so fucking good.

You watched him lean back a little and hold you by the ropes binding your arms together, rolling his hips experimentally, only to grind his cockhead into your prostate so deliciously you saw stars. A searing heat enveloped your body, blinding you with white that took you far too long to come down from. Opening your eyes (you didn’t even realize you closed them), you instantly spotted your twitching cock drooling cum onto the floor. Fuck. He didn’t even start and you came.

“That was so damn fast.” He couldn’t be bothered to stop the hint of a laugh from leaving his throat. With his free hand, he reached down and gave your throbbing dick a squeeze, stroking it with a tight grip to milk out the rest of your cum.

You shuddered and trembled, biting your lip to stifle your moans. He let go to stuff two of his slick fingers in your mouth, careless with how deep he forced them in. Not that you really minded as you swirled your tongue around his skin, readily cleaning it off. You locked eyes, keeping your expression firm in a weak attempt to regain even a sliver of composure when he suddenly moved, giving you a quick, harsh thrust that nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.

He shifted his fingers, curling them as they pulled on your cheek, tugging at the flesh until he forces your mouth wide open. You couldn’t stop your tongue from lolling out, jaw slack as you drooled and whined and cried every time he rammed his thick cock into your eager fuckhole. He was relentless—pounding into you fast and hard and deep, just like you begged for so prettily.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, digging his fingertips into the flesh of your hip hard enough to leave bruises, arms flexing to yank you back as soon as he pulled out. “Your pussy’s so damn tight,” he panted, brows furrowed in focus, relishing in the sound of his hips slapping your ass and your whorish moans. “M’gonna make sure your messy little cunt remembers my cock by the time I’m finished with you.”

“Uh-huh, mhm,” you nodded, hands itching to grab onto his biceps, his back, something to ground yourself while he churned your insides to mush. It was nigh impossible to think or breathe or speak, but it felt so fucking good.

“Awh, look at yourself,” he cooed, his voice slightly jumpy as he let go of your mouth to roughly pat your cheek, forcing you out of your stupor to make you stare at your reflection. “Are you out of it already? Should I stop?” He questioned, his raspy voice laced with faux concern.

“No! N-No,” you stammered, finding it difficult to comprehend what he was saying until moments later, alerted by the word “stop”. “Don’t stop! Ohh, oh god, please don’t stop!”

You’re so, so sensitive and so full, and you can feel him losing his rhythm. His cock is heavy in your stomach and you swear through your addled brain it’s weighing you down as a trail of precum connects your heated bodies together, frothing between your thighs and his balls.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grunted, gritting his teeth. He could feel the burning coil in his abdomen intensify with each passing second, and suddenly he’s speeding up, pistoning into you with loud and sloppy thrusts. His green eyes are locked on your swollen and puffy hole sucking him in with a vice grip, watching his cock slide in and out, in and out, over and over again until you’re cumming hard, shaking and convulsing.

“That’s it,” he growls, the sound low and deep. It went straight into your stomach, sparks lighting up under your skin as your hips jerk, unsure whether you want to endure the building overstimulation or move away. “M’gonna cum so deep inside your pretty little pussy I’ll knock you up,” he murmured in your ear, dragging a canine down your neck to clamp his teeth down on the flesh. “Y’want that? To be my breeding bitch?”

You sobbed, unable to answer, but he didn’t need one. Not when your body spoke for you.

He fucked the air out of your lungs one, two, three more times, feeling his balls tighten until he finally came, spilling his cum so deep inside you, you were sure it’d stay there for weeks. You moaned, savoring the warmth that spread through your body with each spurt of his cum that coated your velvety insides, trying to catch your breath before you had to move.

Toji sighed in satisfaction, pulling out after a few moments. He watched your fucked-out hole clench around nothing as it leaked with his seed, spreading one of your asscheeks to get a better view before giving it a final pat.

You didn’t realize he cut the ropes holding your arms behind your back until you nearly fell face-first onto the floor, catching yourself with your numb hands.

“Ow… fuck,” you cursed at the sharp stinging sensation that ran up your arms, shaking them uselessly in an attempt to restore the blood flow faster.

“You were better than I thought you’d be,” he hummed, getting up to fix his clothes. He grabbed his handgun from off the ground, holding it against his shoulder as he stared you down. “But you have three days. Make ‘em count.”

You weren’t oblivious to know that he was giving you a three-day recovery period before he began hunting you again. Even then, you couldn’t stop the shiver of excitement from running through your spine at the prospect of seeing him again.

You grinned, breathless and shaky but confident nonetheless. It was unlikely he’d fuck you once he found you, but a man could dream. "I will."

cross-posted on ao3

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[rookiesbookies]

So im so upset, i accidentally deleted an ask.

Here’s the sex doll price fic I got asked for, and i outlined out they work my beloved anon, im sorry😭

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So I saw your question and I outlined how it works more in this post (if you havent seen it) and Im getting ready to write the Konig piece, however I want to make it really special so im going to hype it up a bit more and here’s a Price one because I felt like writing him!

Price’s story of getting bought goes much like all the other’s. His lady is lonely one night, flips through some infomercials because there’s nothing good on and she figured they’d be entertaining she guessed? It was a better idea than Steinfeld reruns for the fifteenth time, and nothing streaming was updated or good. It was a rare mood.

It came on for the dolls and she fell in love with the way he moved, smiled, his eyes. It was like the tv knew how much she loved the soft eyes of an older man.

She slid off her couch and onto the floor before she punched in the number on the phone to call, saying she wanted Price.

It took time before he was there. She felt different, he has been marketed as a companion robot on the tv. One that could walk, talk, cook, clean. It would be nice having someone to take care of the house while she was at work.

When the mystery box was on her doorstep with the gibberish, she assumed what it was based on the size.

It took a long time of struggling to get it through the door. She tore into it almost immediately. She didnt even get him out of the box before she planted a soft kiss to his lips, just as the commercial said. His eyes fluttered open and she was met with the same soft eyes she first saw.

He was swift. Reconnecting his lips to her and moving out of his box without much effort. She slid back to make room for his large form, when she hit the wall he crawled over her.

“I was told you were a companion,” she said softly eyes, trained on his lips then flicking up to his eyes.

“Companions do lots of different things. There are plenty of different types of companions, love.” His rough hands came up to her face, thumb grazing over her lower lip. “It just so happens to be my directive to be a certain kind of companion.”

Her body felt like it was on air the whole time, like her nerves were cushioned by personal clouds as he worked.

He was swift, putting her on her hands and knees before working off her pants and underwear. His mouth connected with her lower lips and began work. He was delicate but hungry.

Once he got her what he deemed wet enough he used his knee to move her thighs apart, pulling his pants down.

“Breath, love.” He whispered sweetly into her ear after spitting into his hand, rubbing it over his cock, “remember to breath.”

He let it rest in her for a long time. She fell onto her forearms, debating letting her mouth hang open so drool could fall.

He was rhythmic and juicy. Everything she imagined. She was so high up she almost didn’t register she was about to cum until it happened. He didn’t seem to orgasm, surprisingly, but he didn’t seem to care, maybe he did - well she had no clue. He picked her up and wondered her home until he found the bathroom, drawing her bath before washing her gently and putting her to better not long after drying her.

Worth every penny.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, check out my AU list for more like this. Don’t forget to leave me a comment (i always try to respond) or a request in my inbox (i also try to respond to these when I can), a reblog, or even just a like to let me know what yall want to see!

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[yeppeun-riaa]

Celebrating dating anniversary Ran x female reader?

IM SORRY U HAD TO WAIT SO LONG I FEEL GUILTY😭 😭but overall i really liked writing this, thank u for the ask♡♡

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★Ran would not hesitate to go above and beyond for your 3 year anniversary, it's his longest relationship yet and he wants to make every moment memorable

★Be expecting a ton of gifts, he spoils you enough on the daily so one can only imagine the extra princess treatment you'll get for an anniversary

★Now, ran haitani is not one to get shy, let alone flustered but he can't help it when he looks at the engagement rings he bought. 'I'll propose soon, I swear' Rindou need three hands to count the number of times he's heard his older brother say that..

★He's 100% you'll say yes but, he just needs to muster up the courage, but he knows he can't keep you waiting too long.

★He'd take you to a really popular Cafe that's perfect for aesthetic pics for breakfast

★For lunch you guys are going too a fancy ass restaurant before heading home to pack your bags because he booked you guys a first class flight to Singapore🥰

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NSFW explicit sexual content ahead!!

"Ugh!" You groan while cracking your neck, "shit won't fit into my suitcase.", Ran observes you from his spot on the bed. He packed his things already yet never even offered to help with yours, "maybe try not putting so much shit into you suitcase, why do you even have all that?", "you bought me 'all that' ran." You roll your eyes and continue trying to close it, scoffing when he finally decided to help you.

"Move aside princess, let you big strong boyfriend help with that" he smirks, "took you long enough.." you deadpan while he zips up the suitcase with ease. It'd be a loe straight from hell if you said that his strength didn't turn you on, that it didn't make you squeeze your thighs together imagining how he could just manhandle you and do as he pleases because he had the strength to do so.

"Thinkin' about me huh?", his voice interrupted your thoughts, "h—huh, no, I wasn't.." jeez.... when did he get so close to you? And you don't remember him placing his hand on your thigh, dangerously close to where you wanted him most. "Don't play dumb now princess, you know better.." he leaned closer to you, catching your gaze with his peircing lilac eyes, ".....yeah, yeah I was thinking about you, and all the things I want you to do to me." You state boldly while keeping eye contact with him and boy did that make his sick stand tall, and he wasted no time throwing you on the bed and sliding your pants off, all while your lips moved together in a sloppy kiss.

His hands ran up and down your slit before he began thrusting his long fingers into you, "take this shit off" he said against your lips, you knew he was referring to your(his) hoddie so swiftly slid it off and locked your lips with his once again, feeling the way he smirked when he realized you never wore a bra.

"Ra,—rann, I'm so close!" You whine grinding down on his fingers while he trailed wet kiss along your neck, "cani c-cum ran? Please I need to cum!" Your body shivers as he takes a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue along the bud and massage your next with his hands that wast deep inside you, repeatedly brushing you g-stop, "go ahead, cum for me~" your body convulsed as your high washed over you, barley having time to recover as he thrusted his hard on into you, kissing your cervix while your eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head, you swear you caught a glimpse of your brain.

"Shit! Yes, oh my God ran~", you babble as he pulled out and slammed back into you over and over again, pushing you into a mating press so he could bully his cock even deeper I to you, "you're such a slut", he growled into your ear as his pace sped up, lewd sounds of skin on skin and your loud porn-star like moaning filled the room. "alway so dumb for my cock~", you could even form a response, his dick reached spots so deep in you it had you seeing stars, "look at you, you're a mess princess~" ran on the other hand was lost in bliss, he always loved the way your cunt yous sucked him in so greedily, he loved it, he loved you.

"Fuck, ran I'm close!" Your back arched off the bed and you look up at him with tears eyes, "cum on my cock, whore, make a mess", he spat harshly at you while looking down at your face contourted on pleasure, you shook and saw white as you orgasmed, loving the feeling of his thick ropes of cum filling you up so deliciously.

He pulled you in for a messy kiss as he fell limp on top of you, taking a few minutes to calm down before he gave your whole body kisses, "so beautiful.." he said placing his last kiss on your ear. You smiled at him and looked to the digital clock on your nightstand, fuck, it was almost time for you flight.

✩彡

★Thankfully, you guys made it just in time for your flight.

★He proposed to you on the fourth day of the vacation, you said yes, ofc😌

★You had to slap him when he started mentioning wanting a baby, like we JUST got engaged, calm down..

★Tells everyone you're his wife even though you're still his fiance

#ran haitani #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyo rev ran #ran smut #haitani ran #tokyo rev x reader #haitani ran x you #ran x you #tokyorev

[mattphobiia]

SMOKE SESSION.

we sat outside hiding behind the back of matt's car that was parked in the garage as we took turns passing over the joint while we updated each other on our lives. we were originally hanging out with matt and chris when they started bickering on about some crap we didn't understand and was stressing us both out.

"so, what's going on with you?" i ask, still holding the joint before taking a long drag, inhaling sharply as i watch the left over smoke escape my mouth.

"ill be honest, not much has been happening . just regular stuff with the channel, but everything is slow right now." he sighs, taking the joint off me before rolling his eyes, taking a deep puff.

"fair enough, but i mean isn't it so cool that we are just down here smoking weed? imagine if one of your brothers catches us! that would be funny."

"its not like its illegal, besides we are both twenty so we can do what we want."

"well, technically it is illegal." i add in before snatching it away from him as he gives me a death stare in response.

"did i ask you to be smart? you know what i meant, its not the end of the world." he huffs, leaning his head against the car. "you have to admit though, smoking weed here feels so surreal."

"couldn't agree more." i reply, laughing as i pass nick the joint again which was almost running out, but he declines.

"just have the rest, im already high enough." he laughs, and i nod before bringing it back to my lips. "honestly, life feels great when im high with you. you're an asshole sometimes, but so am i and thats what makes us best friends."

"well that was rude, but yes, i agree. we need to do this more often, but maybe with the others though because they might get mad if they discovered we smoked without them."

"i dont think matt will get that mad since he only smokes to calm his nerves, but chris would act like a big baby and have one of his little tantrums." nick laughs.

"nothings new with him then, what a surprise." i roll my eyes, both of us laughing to ourselves like maniacs. i always had the best times with nick, sober or intoxicated. he always made life seem less stressful and scary, like all my worries just disappeared for a while when i was around him. sometimes i questioned if he was secretly magic because my negativity goes away so fast i didnt know whether to believe if he was just cursing me or something, or a blessing. i think im just crazy.

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a/n: something a lil different😛 also im just adding that this is not romantic whatsoever and only platonic (unless you identify as male and want to interpret it that way then go ahead but other than that no), i was also getting high myself when i suddenly got this idea so i wrote down a summary of what i was thinking and i dont actually write about nick much so i wanted to base it off him buttttt.... HOORAY! thank u all sm for all the support again i just appreciate u all so much like fr can i kiss u (jokes) i might write another lil series involving my boy matthew but nothing has came to mind yet so keep a look out;3

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick x reader #matt x reader #chris x reader #sturniolo x reader

[watatsumiis]

neuvillette with patches of scales. discuss.

HELLO YES. YES. IM SORRY I LET THIS SIT FOR A WHILE IVE BEEN GATHERING MY THOUGHTS ON IT !!

heads up, i havent caught up with the 4.1 story quests or anything just yet, so apologies if anything is inaccurate/against canon <3

im a big advocate for "give more genshin characters blatantly inhuman features" honestly, and obviously neuvillette is no exception

i imagine that, like with the adepti and youkai (in my version of teyvat anyways), most creatures with the power to take on a human form have the ability to pick what physical attributes will be masked and what will be visible/tangible, however the drawback is that the more 'human' they look, the more 'human' they will be (something about divine powers being stored in that which is divine/inhuman, idk)

Neuvillette likes to appear at least human-passing on a surface level, so he keeps his 'inhuman' features to a minimum. His antennae/horns/handles/what-have-you allow him to pick up insanely subtle vibrations in the air that give him a bit of a better insight into how those around him are feeling. It gives him an empath sort of vibe, though he doesn't always know exactly what to do with the information he's given.

I feel like he definitely does have scaly patches, though they're much more prominent underneath his clothing. They tend to cluster around his soft, vulnerable parts as an extra layer of defense just in case something bad were to happen to him (he's aware that his place as the Iudex and his loyalty to the letter of the law causes a lot of people to hate him).

The ones on his back are a deep blue, almost black if it's dark enough, and his front ones are a very very very light blue with an iridescent sheen (like how sharks have light patches on their bellies so they blend in to prey from above). his 'stomach' scales tend to be larger, softer and rounder than his back ones.

I think there's a smattering of scales on the front of his neck that you can just see above his high collar if he cranes his neck enough - there's also scales on his wrists, chest, lower stomach, armpits, inner elbows and knees.

in addition to this, i imagine him having big, platelike scales all down his spine that almost overlap each other. im thinking potentially a snake's vertebral scales, but im also rather fond of how crocodile scales look. Sometimes these can cause a bit of grief for him, as they're fairly tough, thick scales and if he has a long day of sitting up straight while appearing in court, the added pressure can cause his back to ache quite badly.

If he were to take on a more 'monsterlike' form (like if he were threatened and immediately needed more access to his powers without fully transforming), this patch would sort of expand out into a big line of spines and fins (a little like what is pictured below, but bluer and bigger)

Accompanying the scales in his humanoid form, i imagine he has some vitiligo-like patches of lighter skin that are almost imperceptible unless you're really close thanks to his pale complexion. They tend to group towards his shoulders, back, stomach and legs. HOWEVER he also has bunches of them that are so small theyre almost like inverted freckles! (these are on his cheeks, arms, hands, across his collarbone, etc)

some of them may light up (like his horn thingies do!) when he's having trouble managing his emotions (usually anger, but they may also glow when he's really really happy! i like to think that intelligent water-dwelling creatures such as him have nonverbal ways of communicating underwater). On top of that, they also glow under blacklights!

Anyways, this got a fair bit longer than intended and is a little all over the place - thank you to anybody who took the time to read this, and thanks Arden for sending in the ask, it was a delight to infodump about! :D

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or copy - pasted into bot or AI technology.

#asks #general barks #neuvillette #neuvillette headcanons #headcanons #discussion #genshin headcanons #genshin discussion

[dreamwasnotaken]

no because imagine you’re good friends with sapnap and you two smoke for the first time together and it leads to... yeah. I CAN’T GET IT OUTTA MY HEAD SO ENJOY. im high asf writing this bye. 

warnings: nsfw, smut, slight power play, marijuana, smoking,,, minors dni!!!

***

you would be hanging out at the dream team house like you usually would, except this time you and nick were alone. the other boys were out running errands, and you and nick were just sitting in the living room, watching a show. 

you and nick had always had a thing for each other. whether is was the subtle flirting or the tension between you two, it was very obvious. especially to all of the boys.

“i have an idea.” nick would blurt out. it had been silent between the two of you, but the quietness was comforting. 

“yeah? what’s up?” you ask, turning your head towards him. 

“have you ever smoked before?” he’d grin at you. 

“uh- like, once or twice.” you would admit sheepishly. 

“do you want to?” he questioned innocently. “you can totally say no and i’d understand.” 

“no, let’s do it,” you said, even though you were a bit hesitant. the other times you had smoked, it ended in your heart beating through your chest and a panic attack. but you felt safe being with nick, and thought that if something bad happened, at least he would be there for you. 

“alright, let me grab my stuff. stay put.” he smiled down at you as he stood up, walking upstairs to his room. 

not long later, nick returns with a backpack in hand. he sits down next to you, his leg touching yours, and unzips it. 

“wow, i had no idea you smoked this much.” you said with wide eyes as nick pulled out a black grinder, a lighter, and a bowl. he could sense how nervous you were becoming. 

“i really don’t,” he chuckled as he sprinkled weed into the bowl. “i just do it occasionally, usually when i’m stressed.” he explained.

“oh.” you gulped as you watched him light the bowl, his thumb resting on a hole on the side and his mouth sucking in from the end. the smell of marijuana invaded your nose, making you cringe a little. 

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” nick sensed your feeling of uncomfortableness. “but if you do, i’m right here. everything’s gonna be okay.” he reassured, handing the bowl and lighter towards you. 

“no, i want to.” you gave him a light smile as you took it from him. 

“i’ll teach you, okay? put the end up to your mouth, and cover the hole at the end with your thumb.” he instructed, pointing at each hole. you obliged as he brings the lighter up to the actual bowl part. 

“i’ll light it for you, and when i do, suck in. then you’ll release your thumb from the hole, and inhale even more.” 

all you did was nod slightly at him. he flicked the lighter on, lighting the bud. you did as he told, and removed your finger after inhaling. you sucked in the horrid tasting smoke, inhaling it as much as you could before coughing. 

“hey, not bad.” nick giggled at you sarcastically as you continued to cough your lungs out. 

you glared at him, and snatched the lighter from his hands. you lit the bud yourself this time, doing the same exact motion as last time. this time though, you found yourself not coughing. 

after the two of you took probably too many hits, you could both definitely feel it. 

your entire body suddenly felt engulfed in a warm, tingly sensation. you felt as if you were almost floating. it felt like the other times you had smoked, minus the panic attack. every time you found yourself beginning to panic, you looked at nick and it made you feel better. 

“oh my god y/n...” nick would groan, leaning back on the couch. his legs were spread open as he laid sprawled out on the couch next to you. your legs still touching. 

“what’s wrong?” you questioned innocently. 

“oh nothing, i’m just-” he paused as if he forgot how to speak. “i’m really high right now.” 

“yeah, me too.” you giggled. 

“what do you feel?” he questioned genuinely, sitting up and facing you. his face was so close to yours. your eyes flickered down at his lips, then back up to his eyes. your face flushed with embarrassment as you took your bottom lip between your teeth. you hoped he hadn’t noticed that. 

“i feel...” you trail off. “i feel so fucking good nick.” you smile slyly. 

“yeah?” he teased, bringing his face closer to yours. he was only inches away from you. “i bet you feel good.” he said in a low tone. 

without hesitation, nick leaned all the way in and his lips met yours. his lips felt warm against yours, the taste of marijuana still lingering on his tongue. you both moved together in unison, your sense of pleasure being heightened to the max. you continued kissing, the pace slowly beginning to speed up. 

nick slowly wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed lightly, sending a small moan to escape your lips. 

your body ached with pleasure. you couldn’t think straight, you felt drunk off of nick’s lips on top of yours. all you wanted was him.

“come here.” nick groaned into your lips. he lightly grabbed you by your hips and swiftly pulled you on top of him. you were now straddling him, and adrenaline was pumping through your veins. ecstasy ran through your entire body as you began slowly grinding on him. 

his eyes met yours as he wrapped his hands around your hips, rocking them back and forth. 

“fuck,” he whispered as he took his right hand off of your hip, and wrapped it around your neck again. this time he squeezed harder, and brought your lips down to his. his mouth crashed onto yours once again, this time the kiss being much more sloppy and quick moving. 

you were still grinding your hips against him as you two made out, and you began to feel yourself pool with wetness. 

“i could get used to this,” nick smirked at you as he pulled away. you returned the smile, and hopped off of him, standing up.

nick gave you a confused look as you lightly tugged him by his wrist, nudging for him to stand up. 

“come on,” you then intertwine your fingers with his, leading him up the stairs. 

your body felt as if it was on fire. your mind was hazy, but you still knew exactly what you wanted. you lazily threw yourself onto nick’s bed, your legs dangling off the side. 

“you are stunning, y/n,” nick breathed down at you before lowering himself on top of you. “can i?” he questioned, putting his hand toward your lower region. you nodded frantically and he took no time slipping your leggings down. 

“nick, oh my-” your breath hitched as he inserted two fingers inside of you. he began pumping in and out at a slow pace. it was excruciating. “please nick, p-please faster.” you whimpered, your back arching off of the bed. 

“forgot to mention that weed has that effect.” he chuckled deeply as he obliged to your plea. he began pumping in and out of you with much more force, hitting spots you thought were unimaginable. 

dopamine surged through you from nick’s hands and the weed combined. you had never felt like this while being with anyone else, your body almost shaking in pleasure.

“i need you inside of me.” you begged as nick pushed his lips against yours again, taking his fingers out of you. he quickly slipped his gray sweatpants and underwear off, careful to not break the kiss between you two. 

“anytime sweetheart, just ask.” nick pulled away from your mouth and whispered into your ear. without warning, nick inserted himself inside of you. 

he was huge. pain ripped through your entire lower region, but was quick to be replaced with immense pleasure. he thrusted in and out of you with such force, his moans rippling through your ears. it only turned you on much more, digging your nails into his back as he pounded into you. 

“you’re.. so tight.” nick growled as he finally came undone. you felt his body shake in excitement, and your orgasm was quick to follow. nick lazily thrusted into you a few more times, the action causing an almost too overwhelming sense of pleasure to flow through your body. 

nick flopped down under the covers, and then pulled you into his arms. the two of you stayed laying like that until you both heard the front door open. 

you both froze in shock. without saying anything, you both bolted out of the bed, frantically searching for your clothes. 

“i can’t find my shirt!” you squealed quietly. “or my pants!” 

“here,” nick was quick to slip an oversized shirt on you. the shirt smelled entirely like him. “that looks better on you anyways.” he winked. 

your face flushed with embarrassment as he pulled a sweatshirt over his head. he rested a snapback on his head backwards, and you finally found your leggings, slipping them on hastily. 

“hurry.” nick said in a hushed tone, opening his door quietly. you both did not want to get caught by your friends.

making your way down the stairs behind nick, you’re greeted with chuckles and smirking faces from clay, george, and karl. 

“wow y/n, what happened to you? did your hair go through a storm?” clay snickered at you. you only shot him a glare, not realizing you looked like you had just been fucked. 

“yeah, that storm’s name is sapnap.” karl giggled uncontrollably. 

“very funny.” nick rolled his eyes, walking away into the living room. 

“anything to say for yourself, y/n?” george holds an invisible microphone to your mouth. 

“no comments at this time.” you smiled sheepishly, quickly following nick into the living room as he called for you.

#sapnap #sapnap fanfic #sapnap smut #sapnap imagine #sapnap fanfiction #dreamsmp #imgoingferal #i want him so bad #crying

[girasollake]

a glimpse | s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

type: angst

requested: yup

summary: you did everything to make him yours but his thoughts are still full of her. you ask him a simple question and the answer leaves you shattered.

warnings: mention of sexual interactions-nothing too bad, alcohol consumption, surprisingly no swear words, bad writing

a/n: sorry for being inactive guys, uni just started and im already exhausted. ill post some stuff sometimes when ill have time and motivation to write smth (and when my writers block is not floating around my brain), sorry that this one is short<3

word count: bit over 1k

You bought him flowers, but the only shade he saw in the bouquet was the color of her eyes. The sweater you wore to meet his parents made him remember the afternoon when he was with her baking a carrot cake for his mom’s birthday. The way you made your notes and explained difficult topics to him brought him back to sitting next to her in school and exchanging shy glances and smiles. When you were touching him, he would imagine it was her. He felt guilty, he really did, but she was his first love and losing her was not something he could move on from so quickly.

The worst thing was that you saw it all. His eyes would speak for himself and although you couldn’t see what memories were coming back to him, you knew who was the main character in them.

‚Is everything okay?’ You’d ask softly each time.

‚Of course.’ He would just shake off the feeling and smile at you like nothing had happened.

It wasn’t easy, being his second choice and always overthinking. It was making you miserable and tired. You wished so bad to be his first, but it was too late, it was her. So you tried everything to make him fall in love with you more, because sometimes it didn’t even feel like he loved you at all. You tried to take him on dates you knew she didn’t take him on, you held his hand in public and squeezed it tightly, you visited him at work and made him all kinds of cakes and cookies he loved, and for a while it was working. He spent more time with you in the present moment instead of daydreaming and reliving his memories. He stopped imagining her in your place and the memories started fading away. Of course it didn’t last long enough, it ended when he saw a glimpse of her at a party you both went to.

‚I’ll be right back.’ He mumbled and without even looking at you he disappeared in the crowd.

Tears started welling up in your eyes and you quickly wiped them away with your hand. All of this for what? He would never love you in the same way he loved her.

You walked into the kitchen and scooped a bottle of some cheap alcohol. With the whole bottle in your hands you exited the noisy and loud environment of the house. You took a seat on the porch, rough wood was scratching the exposed skin under your dress and the coldness of it made you shiver. You opened the bottle and took a few sips, the alcohol was burning your throat and the gloomy weather somehow made it kick in ten times harder. Minutes passed and you were losing yourself in the drink until you finally felt it. The numbness. You didn’t want to get drunk, you just wanted your thoughts and feelings to finally be quiet.

The door behind you creaked, ‚There you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!’.

‚We?’ You turned your head to look into Steve’s eyes. ‚Meaning you and Nancy?’

‚Yeah. Is something wrong?’

You chuckled, ‚Everything is wrong, Steve.’

His face was painted with confusion, he closed the door and carefully took a seat next to you.

‚Are you drunk?’

‚No.’ He pursed his lips and nodded at your answer.

For a while you were sitting in silence and it was you who decided to break it, ‚Where is she then?’

‚Nancy? Inside with our friends from high school.’

‚Right.’ You gave a long nod and then brought your knees up to rest your chin on them.

‚Aren’t you cold?’ He asked, he could offer you his jacket instead but it was somehow gone.

‚No, the alcohol is keeping me warm.’ You shrugged and took another small sip.

‚I feel like there is something you’re not telling me.’

You placed your cheek on your knees to look at him and sighed, ‚I don’t want to lose you.’

‚Hey, hey, why are you saying this? You’re not gonna lose me.’ He put a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and carressed your cheek with his thimb.

You sat up and covered both of his hands with yours, ‚I already did. We both know you’re not mine and you never were.’

‚What are you talking about?’

‚Do you still love her?’

‚No. I don’t.’ He replied, but you saw how his eyes avoided yours when he gave that answer.

‚Steve, I don’t want to be the only one in this relationship, you have to be in it as well and it seems like you can’t, because she’s always on your mind.’

‚You’re delusional. I am in this relationship just as much as you are.’

‚Yeah?’ You raised an eyebrow. ‚Then when was the last time you bought me flowers?’

Silence.

‚Or the last time you took me on a date?’

Silence.

‚Or the last time you made me feel good?’

Silence.

You felt the stinging in your eyes and your nose becoming swollen, ‚I bought you flowers last Saturday. I took you out on a date three days ago to see a movie. I gave you head twice this week. So Steve, if you want to repeat that you are in this as much as me, please do.’ A soft, tired laugh escaped your lips.

He looked down at his shoes, eyes still avoiding yours.

‚Me or her, Steve?’

‚What?’ He finally met your gaze.

‚Just choose.’ You swallowed a big lump in your throat when you saw him look away. ‚Steve. Choose.’

He opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment, ‚Her.’

Every last drop of hope inside of you that wished he would choose you had evaporated into nothing. A sob tried to escape your mouth but you managed to stay calm. You stood up and walked away, he didn’t even try to catch up to you or talk to you again. There was a new feeling in your chest that had replaced the numbness. You couldn’t name it, it just felt like something inside you broke into thousand pieces, got run over and lit on fire. It died.

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[foxes-that-run]

I’m a big believer that William Bowery is HS. When I listen to Champagne problems it sounds almost like an apology or an acknowledgement of the sadness directed towards CH for not accepting his proposal (which she’s given us Easter eggs to- the words NO written in diamonds in look what you made me do with a ring case). As much of a dick CH seemed and how she allegedly went back to HS I kind love thinking that now as an adult she could look back and not have regret for saying no but show understanding for how that must have felt

or im delulu

Hi Anon,

Wow I never knew about the No and jewelry box in LAWYMMD! The locket seems to point to CH too. It tracks, he was 32, they dated for a year and she was good for his career. But I don't think she cares enough for him for Champagne Problems to be about him. She doesn't hold back in I did something bad or high infidelity about him and he had gone on Twitter calling himself a beard.

I really like this analysis of Champagne Problems

I associate Joe with Champagne Problems, I believe he proposed and that he was rejected. I find he fits the best because of the dorm (HS and CH didn't go to university) and splashing out on the bottle (CH and HS have always been multi-multi-millionaires while dating her so I imagine Dom Perignon is not the best they would choose). Booking the night train to wallow could also be Joe.

Something else I find interesting in Champagne Problems is the scales at 4mins in, right at the end. Harry has a tendency to add a flourish to the end of his songs, like the coco’s and Camille voice note in Cherry, vocalisations at the end of FTDT and Super Pretty and Fine Line crescendo, whistling at the end of canyon moon. It’s not something I associate with Taylor or Jack.

I remember when I first heard this song, I was floored, I wondered if it was the end of her and Joe. In hindsight I think it was because of the subject matter and how William Bowery unfolded, but it took a long slow death to get there. However, I think WB wrote the melody on Piano and Taylor the Lyrics.

I am endlessly fascinated how it went from dropping easter eggs on WBs identity to declaring it Joe. Then giving him a production credit rather than a writing one and that being the end of it. Also how it came to be that that was the end of them other than a handful of sporadic sightings.

Then she also said "I wouldn't marry me either" in Your loosing me, I wonder if she later asked to marry him after being turned down?

#haylor #evermore

[silverjurors]

OK TUMBLR WONT LET ME EDIT MY DRAFTS SO IM ANSWERING TWO ASKS FROM @reterols (thank you for your kind words I have read them and I also stalk your blog on a regular basis because sometimes being a Zanus shipper feels like you and me screaming about these two into an echo chamber)

A zanus headcanon(s) that make u giggle bc it's just stupid/irrelevant but it's definitely canon.

This one will be glorified story beats for a Very Specific Moment of backstory that I have thought of for actual months but cannot figure out a way to include in my story outline aside from minor references. Idk how fluffy/cute/stupid it is because they're always a little bit Deranged whenever i write those two, but im doing my best. It also gives me a prime chance to ramble about how the position of Silver Death actually works in my rewrite!!

Also this is really long so I'm putting it under a cut because I feel bad

Janus was 22 when Zane took the position of High Priest to the Church of the Divine, and a few months afterward, he asked them to join the Jury

However, Janus wasn't exactly content with just joining the Jury under any position, because, well, that would be some pretty obvious nepotism, even in O'Khasis

So, to prevent this from being an issue, they decided they were going to become the Silver Death

Many had tried to become the Silver Death since the death of the last one 17 years ago, and all of them had failed

This is because in order to become the Silver Death, you must hold a cursed object known as the Donmai that once belonged to Xavier himself

The Donmai is very dangerous, and if not handled by someone with utter devotion to something, it can cause insanity or even kill the attempted wielder. If the person trying to attain it's blessing is insincere, or not completely devoted and dedicated to whatever they are holding in their mind, they will go insane and/or die

Janus wasn't worried, they knew what was driving them forward in life, and the only thing that was giving them purpose

Zane was not so sure. He did believe that they cared for him and would defend and protect him with their life (they'd proven it several times over at that point) but he also knew that the Donmai had a super high bar to pass, and even the slightest waver in your resolve would lead to insanity

But they insisted, and if Zane figured that if couldn't trust Janus, who could he really trust at that point?

They prepared for the ceremony, and the people took to the streets to either watch the selection of a new Silver Death (hasn't happened for over 30 years) or watch another idiot die in a desperate bid for power (entertaining!)

The Donmai was brought out in it's elaborate protective case, everyone else wearing thick gloves and protective gear to let them handle it

Some people were praying to Irene or Eamonn or even Xavier for this to not go as horrifically wrong as all the previous ceremonies, the tension in the air was thick and nobody seemed to believe they could do it

Janus did feel scared at that point, they had never feared death before, but they didn't want to die like this, in a ceremony. They had always imagined their own death on the battlefield, or some form of combat

The time had almost arrived, and it was in front of them, just within arms reach. It didn't look particularly dangerous, but they knew better.

A tradition that took place just before the attempt to attain the Donmai's favor was for the High Priest to whisper an inaudible short prayer to whoever was attempting to complete the ceremony, they mutually agreed it would be a prayer to Xavier beforehand

But, when Zane leaned in to whisper the prayer, the words failed him. He couldn't think properly, so, instead, he said

“Don't let it take you from me, I still need you.”

And he pulled away, leaving their heart racing in their chest. All thoughts of fear or doubt vanished from their mind, all thoughts of anything but the man in front of them vanished. That was why they existed - they were for him, and they were going to prove it

So they took hold of the Donmai with obsessive focus, and their flesh burned at the contact with the cursed metal, but Janus hardly noticed compared to their own emotions and their heart racing

Holding the Donmai was unlike any experience they had ever had, it was like their whole body ached and burned and froze all at once, their good eye blurred with involuntary tears. The cursed object seemed to be demanding something of them, a reason it should let them live

And those words echoed in their mind - that Zane needed them. That was all the reason they needed for anything, that their life may as well be his, and they didn't get to die until he saw fit. That they were his, so, really, any pain didn't seem all that bad compared to the joy it gave them to have that privilege.

Suddenly, the pain stopped. And it was done. And they were alive, sane, and successful.

The people of O'Khasis cheered their name, the crowd in near hysterics at the blessing, thanking Irene, thanking the Divine, thanking Xavier

And Janus the Silver Death looked at Zane, and not even the mask he wore could disguise his joy

The end. Ta da. I should probably turn this into a one-shot but I have no motivation soooo

#minecraft diaries #zanus #zane ro'meave #janus the silver death #janus mcd #zane mcd #mcd rewrite #jury of nine #mcd #o'khasis #minecraft diaries rewrite #omg cant believe janus nolastnamegiven invented being non binary and obsessively in love #i love rambling but im terrible at writing #please send me more asks i live to scream into the endless abyss that is the internet #ok im gonna stop now

[ruikeremi]

"Ignored Blessing" (1/?)

since im bored ill put lore here :3 oh and the numbers are not errors i put it there on purpose, the story will be confusing but trust the process, i don't wanna reveal the true plot yet soooo i might double post

Harem x Reader

Warnings: Derealization

you always thought of yourself as an average person you don't know a lot of people you have a few friends and you have a job at a cafe shop you loved working there since the smell of coffee always relaxes you. You barely remember the events in your high school since it had been a long time since the last time you talked to any of your friends

You dont even remember if you even went to high school you barely remember your past too its like you just woke up and exist its strange all you remembered was a few friends from your childhood but you dont remember any person in your past that isnt related to them

You felt like you know nothing else in the past and only the present memories you have now

you woke up, what day was it? it was strange you were just dozing off and then you were back where you were, you shrug it off as just your imagination there was no way that was possible you thought it was just a dream you stood up from your bed getting ready for the day as you did you look down at your hands and squinting your eyes

am i real?

you start to look around you, you lived alone since you moved out of your parents house...parents? you don't remember their faces or names where was your home town? you don't remember...what was your favorite fruit? color? how old where you? you look down at your clothes, you wear the same clothes everyday but strangely enough you don't smell, did you even sleep last night? it feels like your repeating what you do everyday you just now noticed that, how come?

Nothing feels...real everything looked the same you wake up get ready for the day go to work and go home over and over again you were like programed to repeat the same things everyday when was the last time you didn't just go to work? you never remember having any fun it was like...you were a NPC

you look at your hands again your vision slowly getting blurry as you drag your legs to your room, you plop down your bed and close your eyes, you sigh your eyes slowly closing again as you slowly fall asleep you realized-

01010011 01110100 01101111 01110000 00100000 01110001 01110101 01100101 01110011 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 01101001 01101110 01100111

looking at his paper, his room messy with papers around his room it was a messy scene as he sat on the floor staring at the blank paper thats writing on its own, he stared at the paper with shock the letter was writing on its own he shakily took the chair that he had threw earlier that was still in tact he stared at the paper

he blinked the character he wrote that he had already forgotten about was questioning its own existence it was a bizarre his gaze went from fear to interest. He slowly lift the paper stops writing on its own he blinked raising a brow, strange.

he put it back down and then its starts to write on its own again he instead starts to read what its doing, it was questioning its own life, he thought that he had threw away this one, it wasn't getting as popular as the other things he made so it was useless to keep it around any longer.

he picked up the paper once more and it stopped writing again. He carefully put it on his pocket and starts to clean up his room, after all he had more important things to write than focus on the one he threw away it was irrelevant now.

AAAAAAA i hope you guys liked it im not that good with writing and plots, this ones short so ill make the other part longer, i type slower at my computer soooo have a nice day/night

And for those whos waiting for the diamond reader x sagau it will come around soon please have patience with me T^T i get really random idea in my head so i cant really focus on one thing-

Edit: Reading this in my phone is actually very small, i have to make the part 2 longer

#yandere x reader #Dark romance #yandere themes #self aware reader

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

I am obsessed with the idea of Kyojuro falling for someone completely different than him, kinda like in uninterested but in my mind they actually have arguments (nothing major obv) and at first he doesn't have any interest in pushing it to be friends. Then suddenly everything he believes in (that love is supposed to be easy, always sweet, never complicated, recognizable) is shattered as he understands that love can in fact be complicated, difficult, not perfect, and that's okay. Idk if you like the idea but I just wanted to share!

a/n: honestly opposites-attracting, but only after turmoil is such a good trope but so overlooked imo- since i dont consider it enemies-lovers (theyre clearly distinctly different asldkfjasdf). also why is it hard to write like a passive-slightly aggressive rengoku? (it shouldn't be considering when he first met tanjiro his mind was literally 'execute child' LMFAO)

also, slight warning bc sanemi and you get into a fist fight lol (very confrontational y/n)

additionally: im not very happy with the outcome of this, and on top of that it's pretty short but hNNG i couldn't just keep this in my draft so im releasing it into the wild and ruNNING away

-x-x-x-

kyojuru is a certified optimist with the skills to back up his optimism

so when you entered his life with a polar opposite attitude, he tried thinking nothing of it

but your constant need to tell him that his optimism is suffocating or stiffling or even 'unrealistic' really grinded on his gears and even he has a limit

kyojuro is a good man, but he isnt a saint

at first it started with small little jabs to try and appease you when you would start talking about whatever came out of your mouth

"you should focus on training and not speaking so much"

"your pessimism is truly deep-seated, isn't it?"

"y/n, please less talking more action"

then somehow, it escalated

you both would bicker constantly- like a rat testing it's luck against a predator owl

it got to the point the hashira ranks and even kagaya knew of your distaste for each other and even teased you both about it

you both would argue over such simple, stupid things

so imagine his inner shock when he saw you caught in a screaming match against shinazugawa one day

arguing with sanemi was already a deadend road, hes about as hardheaded as a bull and will butt heads until he's knocked on his ass or unconscious

kyojuro wondered for the briefest of moments if you both looked like you did now, up in sanemi's face yelling at him while he yelled back trying to fight for the high ground

however, arguments with sanemi never lasted long- but that didn't mean the situation was resolved. they never lasted long because he almost always start a fistfight

and he will fight you no matter who you are- feminist sanemi says 'equal rights, equal fights'. his fists are rated E-for literally everyone

the moment you swung first- taking the one thing away from him that he had (the ability to strike first) it all just snowballed

you both were scrapping around in the dirt and grass and for some reason kyojuro didn't like it

there was a small scene of familiar faces around, all sighing and shaking their heads at the fight like it was just an ordinary day

but kyojuro strangely felt compelled to act- so he did

he quickly intervened, breaking up the fight between you and sanemi. he yanked you behind him, gripping your wrist and keeping you at his back so you didn't run or try to go after the wind hashira again

while kyojuro was confident he could hold you back, he was less certain he could do that and keep sanemi at bay as well, so he quickly took off. draggin you behind him by the wrist

when you both got far enough away, kyojuro made you sit down in front of him as he inspected your face

typical fistfight injuries scattered your skin and you refused to look at him, a scowl on your face the whole time he was inspecting you

"why do you care?" you had asked him and for some reason, it irked him but also hurt him

was he not supposed to care?

sure you got on his nerves and he wouldn't say he was exactly friends with you, but-

"i do not wish to see you injured, is that so wrong?"

"you didn't care before"

"that is not true!"

he yelled at you, just like he always did when you antagonized him- but this time it was different

he wasn't arguing because you pushed him, he was arguing because you were wrong and he did care

he did and hes finally realizing it

he didn't want you to be hurt and he didn't want you to fight with others- deep down he didn't even want you fighting with him

he wanted to form a better relationship with you- a bond with you like he has with others

kyojuro wanted to try and fix this messed up way you two communicated and he knew it would suck and you'd probably fight him the entire process

then he laughed, loud and long to himself at the though of it

you fighting him on not wanting to fight anymore?

that's just like you-

and he cared about all of you, like it or not

#rengoku #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #rengoku scenarios #rengoku headcanons #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku

[astridspeckles]

Random thoughts and ramblings about the amazing film Nimona! Warning this is a huge tangent and does talk about spoilers for the movie and a bit of spoilers about the graphic novel (that I haven't read since my copy hasn't arrived yet) also I've tried to write this post like 3 times but it keeps breaking so oof.

Kudos to the creator ND Stevenson who I swear is a massive source of creativinies that I would absorb like a sponge if I had the energy to because everything they're apart of is something I feel like I'd adore if if I took the plunge. Also he identifies as enby transmasc (which, I am too, and I didn't realize how huge of a blow it was to realize that people like me exist). I really ought to look into She-ra and their other works at some point. Anyway, anyway, anyway - this is about Nimona!

I love that this obviously queer movie decided to be release during the later stage of June aka "Pride Month" because I feel like it gives people the chance to watch it with fresh eyes during July, which is Disabled Pride Month (I'm Australian so it isn't really a thing here as far as im aware sadly) which Ballister is such a fantastic and amazing character who is gay and disabled.

He is never portrayed as weak or lesser for his disability, I imagine for people that it'll actually be easy to forget that he is disabled as an amputee with how capable he's written. I feel like it might just go over peoples heads at some point because you never get to see stuff written so well unless if its poking you with it every few episodes or its extremely obvious at a glance. But with Ballister it 'just is who he is' and it moves on to focus on its plot like it has from the beginning.

And its never used as a plot set back or change the storybeat or anything of that sort of matter. Which is amazing. However it isn't just ignored either! He has a moment of weakness when he sees Ambroius again. He hesitates, he withdraws from reach out to him while looking at his arm (Oh, Nemesis!). It is still fresh and new and he's trying to handle it (you're doing great sweetie).

I'm not physically disabled (I do have a weak knee however) but a mentally disabled and experience fatigue constantly and I'm sure I'd have chronic pains if I didn't have a high pain tolerance. So while this sort of character isn't someone I can directly relate to it is someone I can connect with (Although I don't believe you need to be the same as something in order to connect/relate to it).

However I am at home a lot and I don't get exposed much to other people and that includes a lot of people with other cultures, beliefs, body types and disabilities. So being able to see people different than me on the screen is always awesome, and being able to connect with them is too. Which the Queen, Nimona and Ballister is fantastic for everyone and hopefully the Director will give the other sort of audience of this movie a time to think back and work through things.

But I haven't seen many disabled people in media, because I don't really have the energy to engage with much content for long. So I have a limited selection of characters who seem like fantastic representation - because while yes Toph from Avatar the Last Airbender is fantastic she has literal superpowers compared to the every day person so I love and praise how she's handled because everything she does is fantastic-

Seeing Ballister's strong and dedicated personality which still has that life to it made me instantly feel for him along side Hiccup from How to Train your Dragon (And before you ask - no, AstridSpeckles is not due to HTTYD, its inspired from Zelda actually!) And I just love how it was all written and displayed. In HTTYD it was to connect Toothless and Hiccup together in a beautiful narrative. Here they used his arm to make a beautiful narrative too - he uses it, constantly.

He fixes his arm with just one hand which is insane because its also his non dominant hand which wow thats amazing. And he doesn't shy away from using his arm for anything, he still touches people with it, still wields things with as much confidence as ever to do so. He reaches out to Nimona with it too in that scene. Also Ambroius reaches out to hold his hand in that scene too! So tenderly and without hesitation! Which if it was another case with other characters I reckon I'd be a little upset but you see how much they love eachother and how gentle and tactile and soft they are so it is just so beautiful to see here...

Also I don't really know where else to put this but since im on a tangent about Ballister ima just say it here. He is such a fantastic knight! He knew the moment his sword was handed to him that it was off. He knew it didnt feel right, the weight was wrong? Or it just felt off? He knows his sword. He knows his morals. He knows what he has to do to make things right. He never betrayed himself ever!

Also the eye sparkles change. At the start their diamonds, but Ballister's turns into squares as he gets more exposed to different views where Ambroius turns into a triangle as his views are being pulled (the director whispering in his hear, his own heart, and his love for Ballister).

Also he too is a fantastic knight! His life falling apart? Never lashes out. Never hurts those around him (Okay, cutting off an arm isn't a love language.) So yes that is a case where he did hurt someone but that is addressed in its own ways.

But he never hurts or lashes out at the people he's protecting. He could easily just take it out on them, stop caring, fall into a pit of despair at his own problems. But you actively see him dealing with this own issues and then instantly being a knight the next scene and he doesn't falter or fall.

He is also so strong and I love that he had these moments, would of liked some more though but he isn't a main character like Nimona and Ballister so I understand why he didn't.

Also back to Ballister for a moment because the moment he heard Nimona's not really handling the things she's carrying, that she was able to tell him about her most vulnerable, scary and intrusive thoughts after knowing him for so little, that his thoughts in an instant was to get her the hell out of there and go with her.

He would try to work things out with Ambroius I believe, but he saw the hurt of Nimona who he hasn't known that long over the love of his life and said this is my priority. That would be so hard for anyone to do, for example a parent knowing their child is queer and the other parent not accepting them - there are cases where the parents stay together because its too hard for them not too, and lose the kid or kick the kid out.

The fact Ballister in a heartbeat acted accordingly to keep this new precious person in his life to abandon (like they did to him) without hesitation is absolutely insane and I love it so much. Also that it wasn't a move out of malice or defiance. It could of easily of been written differently that they need to protect her and they have to leave right now. But no. He took action (he always takes actions!) and while he lingered on Ambroius, it wasnt hesitation. It wasn't to hurt Ambroius either. He put Nimona being at risk first.

So I've actually been aware of Nimona for a few years now. I've heard about its ups and downs and its eventually cancel to its amazing revival! But I was watching it as a passive observer, never interacting with it because I know I hyper-fixate, I didn't want too get invested and attached and because off the rollercoaster of it not coming to the big screen while being in the fandom at that time (im sorry you are all so much stronger than I am haha!)

However, it is alive and amazing! And I'm finally here in the fandom - I've finally watched it - I've finally decided to order the graphic novel like I planned to back during its first movie announcement so I can quote "Enjoy the movie and then read the book since the books are always better", so I can love both as much as I can, yknow?

From what I've discovered reading online here and there so far (and its likely that this is wrong so take this with a grain of salt since I haven't gotten my graphic novel yet) that apparently that the movie is leaps and bounds improved compared to the graphic novel (Note: Not better, improved.)

Improved origin stories, improved personalities, improved characterizations. So much of the voice actors provide life and inspiration to these characters bringing them to a level that the graphic novels didn't have the resource to do.

I also love how people also aren't going crazy (negatively) about the change of races to the characters - im so used to seeing discourse about this sort of thing but its so accepted here that it is so refreshing to see.

The graphic novel has a larger and looser timeline and I believe a darker story and not as much as a happy ending compared to the movie. I can't wait to read the graphic novel though it looks very interesting!

But the ending of the movie implies such a happier ending for everyone, since apparently I've seen that in the graphic novel Nimona visits Ballister while being shapeshifted as a nurse while he is in hospital and he caught on too late after she says goodbye and he never sees her again and is constantly reminded of her when she sees people with her hair colour and that is so bittersweet!

The fact we get her coming to him at the end with him going HOLY SHIT is because it is saying here that it doesn't end with that note. They are together still. And I really hope something more comes out after this because I need to see a bit more to know what is happening there.

I had written a lot more here but my post keeps breaking and doing ctrl+z is making me lose entire paragraphs and gifs I put in as text breakers so I'm gonna leave this here or maybe do another post when I end up reading the graphic novel, who knows. But yes. I love Nimona :D

#nimona #nimona netflix #nimona film #spoilers #nimona spoilers #ballister blackheart #nimona movie #ambrosius goldenloin #welcome to my ted talk #astridspeckles #tangent #rambling #queer #gay #lgbtq #lgbtq community #disability #pride month #disabled pride month #Im just going to slap this here because I didn't want to put it in the post and I don't use tags often in the tumblr TM way #I first discovered the webcomic of Nimona because I was writing Harry Potter fanfiction and I accidentally thought- #-That it was Serverus looking after a red haired Harry Potter #Yes I dont know what younger me thought they were obsessed with writing fanfiction okay?

[andvys]

here we go hehe

It’s dark out and you can barely see past the trees in his backyard. If it wasn’t for his presence, you would feel scared of what might be lurking in the forest behind his house. But under the weight of his eyes and the closeness of his body, you feel anything but scared. 

thank goodness you're not barb babe

He is staring. Eating you with his eyes. His lips are pulled into a smirk, his eyes are filled with smugness and mischief. He bites his bottom lip as he eyes you – taking in the sight of the pink bikini top covering your chest, he can see your nipples through the flimsy top. Water is dripping from your hair, your bottom lip is quivering a little, you’re cold and he feels the urge to warm you up. 

imagine someone finding you that attractive 😫

The water splashes around you as you swirl it around with your hand, trying to focus on anything but him. He can see how flustered you are, how you try to avoid looking at him for too long. He saw the way your eyes widened when he took his shirt off before he jumped into the water before you – how you pressed your thighs together when you were still just sitting at the edge of the pool. 

she's so real tbh

You’re a shy little thing, just like you were when you were still in high school. When he was King Steve and you were the awkward and shy bookworm – you’ve always been a sight for sore eyes though. Steve had always watched you, he had always admired you and how pretty you looked with your short skirts and dresses. He could’ve gone after you back then but, he didn’t want to do what he did with other girls, you were special – and you still are. 

YESS I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC IM EATING IT RIGHT UP!!

“Do you need me to warm you up, honey?”

why are you even asking? 👁🫦👁

“Are you gonna let me–”

“Yes!”

HAHAHAHA SHE'S SO ME

Neither of you care about the slight taste of chlorine on your lips -- the taste of vanilla ice cream that you had earlier is stronger.

omg vanilla ice cream 🥹

You continue to tug at his wet hair, whining and whitering as he fucks you with his long fingers. 

ugh the long fingers 😫

“You’re taking my fingers like a good girl.”  

GOOD GIRL MAKES A COMEBACK

“You’re so easy to please, sweet thing,” Steve rasps, “it’s just my fingers and you’re whining like a needy little slut.” 

o-oh 😳

“Can I suck your cock now, daddy?” 

GUYE6R6RYY66YUILRLLLRLLLL AGATWVIWBDKSBD GIRL

I MISSED YOUR SMUT!! IT WAS JUST PERFECT 🫶🫶

thank goodness you're not barb babe HELP LMFAO

imagine someone finding you that attractive 😫 I KNOW RIGHT??? especially steve 😭

THANK YOU FOR YOUR REACTIONS YOU KNOW THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME LAUGH 😭

I guess I gotta write more smut hehe 😌 I'm so happy you liked it!!!! 💕

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3

[fandom-imagination-ss]

imagine requested

Author note: First off! love that this is an old-school Show you’re requesting. I had no idea it had so many seasons/movies!  That being Said. your character i couldn't find any youtube videos of him. So I had to ring it. (I could Only find the first episode for free.) So that being Said. I had to Guess ALOT! Because I have No idea how fairies are hanging out with mermaids in the ocean lol I saw the evil three fairies. had some sort of magic around them to breathe. so im guessing that’s how the other did it too? if not. Sorry. ENJOY! this is Short, and Im sorry it took so long but I had incredibly hard time writing this one. Sorry

*****

it's never good when Blossom, Flora, and Stella round you up. unexpectedly one morning to go on an "adventure" the last time they did that. you almost got suffocated by Fire. which. Is completely ironic since you a fire fairy and you have been able to control fire since you were four. but somehow your bestie Blossom screwed up and you swallowed a fireball. it was the first time you ever did that. and it gave you wicked heartburn for a week.

you were just glad that they were Plotting an adventure doing something fun. Vs what they have been trying to do for weeks. and that is to set you up with a guy.

you weren't against the idea of having a boyfriend. you loved seeing how all your friends were secretly madly in love. But you- you just Never met anyone in college that made your head turn twice. Or made your heart beat fast. The guys were great. but you prefer to focus on your studies and helping your friends and learning to be a guardian. Boys.. boys were just a great distraction that you didn't think about much.  Stella thought your standers were far too high because you read too many human books about Love. and that your ideal Match was Mr. Tinley from Northanger Abbey a Jane Austen charater. who was Best friend turned lover. which made the girls worried since you were friends with all thier boyfriends. but Flora mentioned how you thought Jace Lightwood was attractive. then she did research and realized.. another fictional charater and the girls realized your head was far to burried in the books of fiction and Romance to Notice or Care about Living breathing boys.

Which then Lead Flora to gather intell on your favorite fictional Crushes and compared them to real life people. a few were put on until Stella infromed her they were taken. out of 15. only one made stayed on the list after the girls did per interview trying to figure out if they were good enough for you.. Nereus . s a triton. He is the son of Neptune, the King of the Seas on Andros and of Ligea, Queen of mermaids. Which Only got him taken off the list due to pracitality but Flora said they should just try. and that lead to them. taken you to the ocean and using a magical Spell to Breath freely underwater.

Traveling to the mermaids kingdom was fun. You wanted to be a marine biologists your life you been obsessed with Whales. Which your mom always teases you about due to the fact you were terrified of things bigger then you. You were uneasy near horses. You loved elphants. But jn person they terrified you so you loving whales was funny.

That being said you never seen a large fish , the biggest fish you seen was a pike. You kept being side tracked on the journey by stopping every few feet to check out the sea life. Your friends kept having to swim back and drag you along. Flora was gleeful seeing your reaction to the underwater life. The happier you were the better you would be to Nereus.

It was all going to her masterful plan. Once arriving to the kingdom, your excitement was melting away. The formalities of visiting the kingdom was boring. You wanted to see a whale. And you can't see a whale in a kingdom.

Nereus wanted to do anything but greet the guests coming in. He had official business to do and greeting princesses were the last thing he wanted to do. Seeing the fairies swimming in he noticed you instantly. You were looking everywhere but at the castle or him. Nereus eyes lit up when your glance looked over at him. He felt as if you just pouched im in the gut, he never knew someone’s Y/E/C could sparkle so brightly as yours did. Flora introduced you to Nereus as you were polite and noticed the Handsome Mermaid Prince as you pulled on Stella’s arm after the greetings as you said you and Stella were going to find a whale. Nereus was left speechless as you Dragged Stella into the big open blue and waited. you weren’t sure if you would see a Whale. but you figured they are in the open blue vs the Castle. 

you swam a bit as Stella spoke, “Prince Nereus is handsome.” 

you nodded your head weakly, “Yea- he is. Oh, I wished I could of done research before we got here to see if Whales were even here this time of year.”

“I’m sure Nereus could have answered that.. if you didn’t drag me away!” 

you looked at Stella as you realized. He- or any of the mermaids you passed. You could have answered that question you’ve been pondering all day. “well, I got too excited about seeing a Whale, but I didn’t. I didn’t think.. should we go back?” 

Stella was about to suggest it till Flora and Nereus came swimming over as Flora asked how the Whale watching was going. 

“Are they even here during this time of year?” you asked Nereus whose entire body shot with electricity hearing your voice.  he never heard a more divine voice than yours. you looked at him curiously waiting for a response as Flora nudged him hard with her elbow as he spoke, ‘Yes.  yes, they are. I can take you to a spot?”  you smiled brightly nodding your head and saying sure as he swam over to you as he escorted you away. Stella and the girls stayed behind giving you one on one time. 

“you think she will like him?” 

“I dont know- she’s pretty dense- and I had no idea she had such a love for Whales.. could be 50 /50″ 

the girls sighed heavily at that.. only time will tell 

@rachelcarroll1819 I tried sorry

#imagine requested #wink club #wink club imagine #fandom imagine #imagine

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

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