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sanakimohara · 3 months

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hi, is it okay if i request something? 💖

thinking hard about roommate! seungmin..

imagine you havent been able to get off in over a month or so and youre so sexually frustrated that you end up impulsively buying a fuck machine online.. your roommate ends up going out to meet with friends so you find it the perfect time to try your newly bought toy out, and as you use it the pent up stress and frustration just spills out and youre so fucking horny you end up orgasming and squirting for what seems like hours, until you finally hear the door click open and you try to reach for the remote to turn it off, only to realize it fell on the floor, and youre lying on top of your bed with legs too weak to even attempt to sit back up. the machine is still fucking in and out of your dripping cunt and when seungmin shouts that hes back but never hears back an answer, he gets worried and walks into your room only to find you desperately begging him to help, to turn off the machine for you, but he cant help the fact that hes slowly getting hard as he watches you get fucked by a pathetic little dildo..

“SURREAL SATISFACTION” K. S. Pt.1

….now this is a mouthwatering request 🖤 lets get to it shall we?…breaking this down into 2 parts btw.

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"Ugh!" You groaned loudly, pulling your hand from between your spread legs and sitting up with a dejected expression on your face as the desire to touch the edge of yourself disintegrated without warning.

Frustration, stress, and despair coiled in the pit of your stomach -erasing the prickle of pleasure you'd been trying to increase for the past week and a half.

There was no luck for you though. It seemed like something went wrong or interrupted every time you touched yourself. The first few times hadn't bothered you much, but now….going nearly two weeks without masturbating was altering your psyche for the worst.

Everyday tasks were becoming annoying to complete, and sleeping through the night turned into restless tossing and turning, but the cherry on top for you was the consistent ache your cunt wouldn't let go of. Being horny 24/7 wasn't news for you, and you'd found that watching porn while your roommate was gone helped quell some of your urges.

However, this wasn't always an excellent solution for two main reasons:

Seungmin could return to your shared apartment anytime -already comfortable with just waltzing into your room whenever he pleased if the door wasn't locked. You knew he'd never judge you for watching erotica since sex was the causal topic for the both of you…but somewhere deep in your soul, the thought of Seungmin seeing you so desperately in need of sex -to the point you'd turned to porn for salvation- made you blush shamefully.

You couldn't even get off to porn anymore. It was nice to watch; it was better for edging yourself, but it was still not enough to finish the job. Yet, despite how numb you were becoming to sexual media, you continued to consume it.

Now, you were stuck in a frivolous circle, edging, giving up on that, and resorting to your laptop's browser history….again.

"Fuck my life…" you mutter angrily, laying flat on your stomach as you slip your laptop from underneath your pillows and open it right up to visit whatever porn website you can find.

You'd already greedily indulged in most forums, raking through each website category to find your favorites and watching a handful of videos before becoming bored or dozing off.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you passed page after page of porn content, feet kicking back and forth gently, and your bottom lips catching between your trashy as you scanned more forums.

One finally caught your eye. "Specifically for Women" was the headline, and you immediately clicked on it with a shadow of hope on your face as it loaded on the screen.

You browsed the site for nearly an hour, thoroughly enjoying the content provided, but still unable to get off to it. You began to consider exiting the forum, seeing how late it was, and deciding that getting some sleep would benefit you. That was your plan before Seungmin stalked into your room without warning. "You have any plans for tomorrow, sweetheart?" He asks you nonchalantly, heading straight for your nightstand to retrieve the charger you'd borrowed from him earlier.

You snapped the laptop shut as he neared the side of the bed, unplugging the cord with one swift hand as he raised a brow at you, waiting to hear an answer to his question. You smile nervously, nodding to whatever he says, "You are busy? I'm just double-checking because I'll be out with some friends all day, but I have a package coming in. I was gonna ask you to sign for it while I’m gone.”

You cut into his explanation, studying his features as he looked you up and down, "Sure, I can sign for it while you're gone, Min. It's no problem…" you offer your help with a tight-lipped smile, subconsciously hugging your laptop closed to your chest. Seungmin laughs softly as he takes notice of your anxious action. "I thought you said you'd be busy-"he pries, and you gulp before rushing out a haphazard excuse.

"W-well, I won't be gone all day, Min. Sorry if you misunderstood what I meant.."

He stared down at you, scanning your obviously flustered state with a smile tugging at his lips. "What were you up to just now, Y/n?" He asks the question casually, holding your gaze for what seems like an eternity until you mumble, "…nothing." Seungmin can feel the guilt oozing off your skin; it's swimming in your eyes, and he wonders why you'd lie to him about something bothering you.

He thought by now -after two years of being roommates- that you'd established a typical exchange of trust. Neither of you acknowledged the steady tension growing up til now, and he preferred it that way, but within moments like this, he wished you'd open up to him like a proper significant other would.

But you weren't his partner, and he decided not to press the issue if you weren't comfortable addressing it.

"Hm…okay. Well, I'll be up pretty late tonight. If you need anything, just shout for me…"!Seungmin circles around your bed again, flashing you one last smile before he leaves your room, and when the distinct 'click' of the door closing hits your ears, you open your laptop up again.

"That was way too close," you mutter to yourself, exhaling heavily to slow the rapid beating of your heart, but the image of Seungmin looming over you -unknowingly feeding your lust-driven psychosis- had your core throbbing all over again.

You couldn't take this much longer, enduring the sight of Seungmin without jumping on him for a bid at sexual relief, and if you thought about how that's playing out for more than ten seconds, you were back to square one of the problem.

So, you tried to fix it with a hasty decision. Buying a sex toy, not just an essential aid for arousal, but a contraption you were confident could get the job done…at least once.

Thankfully, the site you'd been browsing through for the past hour and a half had an expansive selection of products. Finding and purchasing the needed item took you only a short time.

< Your order is complete. Express shipping arrives in 24 hours or less! >

You stared at the message, confused as to why it said you paid for express shipping when you clearly clicked on "standard', but since the mistake was made and over with, you shut your laptop with a tired sigh.

In the living room, Seungmin sauntered over to the plush black cushioned couch, a bottle of alcohol in one hand, his phone occupying the other. He wasn't lying when he told you he'd be up late. The reason why was similar to your own for dodging his question.

Sex.

More specifically, how to get it from you, and with all the intelligence in the world, Seungmin thought his friends could help him achieve this.

He was proved wrong. They all had suggestions he'd previously employed that all ended with little to no results being attained.

"Have you walked around shirtless like Chan Hyung," Jisung piped up at the end of their three-way call, to which Felix laughed and added to the question, "Try shirtless with grey sweats. That'll be more accurate."

Seungmin groaned at their idiocy, grumbling as he sank onto the couch, "I've tried both, but she just avoids me the entire day when I do. And I know it's not because she doesn't like me back. She'll walk around barely clothed the next day, asking me to help with everything, and I know it's her way of getting back at me…"

It was, but you'd never say it aloud for him to hear, and he'd grown too headstrong to admit the effect it had on him.

Felix spoke up, amused by his friend's troubles but still wanting to provide a helping hand. "This might sound weird…maybe even a little off-putting…but let her catch you…ya know..?"

Seungmin sat up straighter, face scrunching as he tried to decipher what he meant, "No, I don't know, Lix…" He heard a nervous chuckle from the blonde, a sharp inhale, and an explanation he'd never imagined Felix, of all people, to give.

"Let her catch you masturbating."

"Felix?!" Jisung shouted in disbelief, voicing the same shock Seungmin couldn't seem to put into words as he mulled over the suggestion. Felix huffed, disregarding Jisung's dramatics to address Seungmin directly. "Listen, it worked for me before. Maybe it'll work for you. Sounds like she feels the same way you do. She just probably needs…a sign from you."

Felix had a point…sort of. Seungmin knew it but wasn't sure jerking off to get your attention was the right way to go.

That was until he heard your muffled moans vibrate through the wall.

He froze, unconsciously licking his lips as he listened to your whimpers of pleasure, not hearing a word Jisung or Felix said for the next minute.

Is she….touching herself right now?

Seungmin hung his head, gripping his phone so hard he thought it would break, and his joggers started to pull tight as his cock hardened. "Seungmin…hey Min, you still there?" Jisung's voice sounded miles away, drowned out by the salacious moans that you failed to stifle in the mess of your covers, but he heard every slutty sound you made.

"I. I gotta go, guys. I'll call you later.." he ended the call without a second thought, barely registering his friend's farewells, closing his eyes as he honed in on your voice. He could hear the thick covers on your bed shifting with your every move, and it wasn't hard for him to imagine how dainty you must've looked, tossing and turning with a hand tucked between your thighs.

Seungmin felt his throat go dry as the image of your legs spread open for him, what your creamy folds would look like when he sank two fingers into you, and how long he could make you cum like that -clenching around his fingers as they fucked you at a practiced rhythm.

His head reeled back against the wall, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he henpecked them and laid one of his hands over the bulge in his pants. You were talking yourself through it now, trying to edge your body closer to a release but unintentionally encouraging Seungmin to touch himself as he listened.

"…fuck, please…just like that…" you whined into the still air of your room, twisting your head against the pillows as your own fingers deviled farther into your walls. You were right at your end, closer to achieving your goal by using the image of Seungmin staring you down as fuel, but the oncoming threat of dissatisfaction crept in quicker than you could pump your fingers. You couldn't reach deep enough and explore the entire expanse of your warm walls as thoroughly as you assumed Seungmin could, which drained your imagination entirely.

You drew your hand away from your cunt with a defeated groan, whining curses as your slick-coated fingers started to dry, and tears pricked the corner of your eyes. This was unfair. The universe had to be playing a sick joke on you to make you crave a man so much that the simple act of pleasuring yourself to the thought of him felt useless.

The devastation had your head spinning, lacking logic, and doused in a pathetic sense of loneliness. "Seungmin.." you mumbled hopelessly, ready to cry as you snuggled into one of the pillows at the head of your bed. Saying his name eased your distraught state, made you remember who he was to you, and brought you back down into the depths of reality. He was your roommate who occasionally flirted with you.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Crushing on him was bad enough; craving his touch was worse, but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it. With a heavy heart and mind, you dozed off into sleep, hugging your pillow tight to substitute Seungmin 's embrace, and tried to forget your shameful night.

Seungmin's eyes shot open when he could no longer hear your sweet cries, his hand just beginning to fist his fully erect shaft, and precum oozed from his aching tip in a steady stream.

Why'd you stop? How could you leave him on the edge like this? Were you trying to agitate him, or was this another ploy to get back at him for something?

He was too frustrated to formulate answers to those questions, hyper-focused on the coil in his torso begging to snap, and unable to resist the urge to finish himself off. He pumped his fist slowly, replaying the last five minutes of your soft moans as a guide, and his own groans began to surface then.

Seungmin didn't bother to shut himself up, considering Felix's earlier suggestion, but put his own twist on it.

You didn't need to catch him.

No, he'd let you hear him as shamelessly as you had. And even at the brink of sleep, you listened, biting your lip as his husky voice trembled through the wall, and the sound of his cock sliding through his wet palm brought a heady blush to your cheeks. He moaned your name with confidence, smirking to himself as his hips bucked involuntarily at the thought of you, "Y/n…Y/n…mmm, fuck.. you're so good baby…so, so good."

The heat rose in your cunt like a raging wildfire as he let your name ring through the apartment.

Did he not care that you were on the other side of the room? Was he that certain you were asleep? Why don't you want him to stop? Why are you listening so intently?…

You gulped, subconsciously wrapping your legs around your pillow to rut against it, following the cadence of Seungmin's moans. His words began to slur together, dissolving into rough grunts as he reached his high, and with a final curse falling from his lips, he came.

You bit into your pillow to mask the excited mewl you let out, hearing him unravel. Visualizing the amount of cum that drenched his hand felt sinful; having to bite the tip of your index finger to keep from rushing out of your room to lick his hand and cock clean felt even worse, but you managed to stay sane…to stay put as he shuffled around in the other room to fix himself up.

Seungmin heard your timid squeals, though, grinning like a madman as he cleaned himself up and took a sip of his alcohol. His plan had gone smoothly, if not perfectly, and if your reaction meant anything…..he was sure it wouldn't be long before you came crawling to him for more.

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Like I said, I’m breaking this down into to two parts. 🖤 We’ll get to the best half soon. ;)

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I support the Seungmin Sir/Master kink agenda and this edit is a contributing factor in my argument. 🖤 credits to creator btw 🖤

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boytoyhalo · 5 months

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actually i have thoughts about qfit coming out and the fucking courage that had to have taken him as someone who spent the past 10 years of his life on 2b2t

Idk how much people who have never played on 2b2t actually know about the culture and environment there but because it has no rules, theres a shit ton of casual (and not so casual) bigotry of all sorts. Im 100% sure fit has to cut a TON of shit out of his videos, because the first and only time I ever logged onto it it was less than 10 seconds before i saw a wall of bedrock swastikas and slurs being thrown around in the chat. and anti-gay slurs in particular are a big part of the common terminology there, at least according to the wiki and a few of my friends who used to frequent it. Actually, the reason I never watched fit before the QSMP despite being aware of and interested in his content is because I made a point to stay away from anything 2b2t related for my own mental health - the hate speech there is so notorious that I had been warned to do so, and that was reaffirmed the one time I tried to play on it

Basically, that server is a fucking nightmare to be gay on just in terms of the real life community - in-universe, i imagine that would be reflected tenfold. So for Fit to have spent so long surrounded by that kind of attitude towards gay people, presumably closeted and possibly not even aware of his own queerness... it makes sense that he's been as hesitant as he has been to verbalize his feelings for pac. He can do it just fine when it's played as a joke with Phil or Forever or whoever else, but to find yourself entering into a real queer relationship after spending so long surrounded by violent (and most likely deadly) anti-queerness is fucking SCARY. Even without factoring in the general trust issues that spending that long on an anarchy server gave him, there's no way he didn't internalize at least some of that attitude.

So the fact that after these 7 (8??? is it 8 now i cant be bothered to count) months on Quesadilla island, surrounded by queer people in queer relationships being treated completely normally and supported he feels safe enough to (kind of) come out as gay to his son.... idk I'm just feeling super soft over it rn. Obviously it's Ramon, it's his son, who's been talking about getting him a new husband, so he knows he's safe. But knowing that logically and FEELING that are two different things and it's huge for a man who's spent a third of his life on arguably the least queer friendly space in the entire minecraft community to be able to speak it out loud like that..... im so proud of my bald gay cubito guys

#qsmp #qsmp fitmc #q fitmc #q fit #fitpac

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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thinking about eddie being a grower not a shower and being self conscious about it until you show him how much you love it

warnings: sexual content 18+, piv sex, handjobs, size kink (but not in that way yk)

it’s not that you’d intentionally noticed it before. it was just that. well—

there wasn’t necessarily anything to look at when you did. eddie’s cheap, starchy jeans didn’t give anything away, fabric so thick that it concealed pretty much everything below. and you didn’t care about size, never had, but it was the first time you’d ever truly struggled to picture what you’d be working with once you got there.

he’s nervous, you can tell — you’d been making out and grinding on his thigh for fifteen minutes and you couldn’t even feel a hard press against your leg. you’d heard around town that he was eager, giving, clearly experienced in some kinda way. so what was the issue?

“do i not turn you on or what?” you gasp, lips still brushing his as you rut against his leg a little harder, whining when said starchy jeans catch on your clit and drag, the soft burn making your insides ache with want.

eddie goes bug eyed, grappling for your waist and squeezing tight, “no, no. s’not that, sweetheart. you’re fucking beautiful.”

you huff, still rocking slowly but not enough to chase your high properly, just enough to keep you on edge, “what is it then, why aren’t you hard?”

“you make me nervous,” he says, honestly. his eyebrows marry with worry, a shaky sigh escaping his lips, “just — worried m’gonna disappoint you. it’s not much to look at once i get there.”

you pout, running your hand up from where it grips at his shoulder to rest gently on the side of his neck, “don’t say that. i’ll make you feel good, if you’ll let me?”

eddie nods, though he’s clearly still so nervous, chewing on the inside of his lip as you dismount from him, settling in between his spread legs and pawing at his clothes.

he helps you undress him from the waist down, lifting his hips so you can slide his jeans and underwear off in one swift motion, leaving them pooled at his ankles.

and. well.

he’s still completely soft, laying over the soft hang of his balls. maybe three inches at most, foreskin rippling at the head. there’s girth there though, so you’re absolutely working with something.

you’re slow with it, dragging the pads of your fingers up the inside of eddie’s shaking thigh until he’s hissing, and you catch his cock kicking up in interest when you do.

he’s gripping at the sheets, no doubt a nervous habit, trying to keep himself grounded as you finally wrap your hand around him, giving him a short tug. he gasps at that, eyes widening further as he watches you jerk him off in a steady rhythm.

it’s weird. feeling a dick grow hard in your hand, fattening up until he’s fully erect and somehow double the size he was when he was flaccid.

it’s like magic. sexy magic that’s kinda got you hot and bothered.

“oh, shit,” eddie’s hands grip the sheets tightly, hips canting up a little into your hand as you work him with a tight fist, “your hand feels really good.”

you make a little delighted noise as you pull his foreskin down and the pretty pink head pops out, shiny with precum already and looking needy, “s’pretty. i like your cock.”

he moans, head thumping back against your cushioned headboard as you continue pumping him up and down, unable to tear your eyes away from it — seriously, where had his dick been all your life?

“can i — do you wanna have sex?” you ask, glancing up at eddie momentarily to gauge how he’s feeling.

his cheeks are flushed pink, tendons in his neck flexing as he watches you with hazy eyes. he nods, a quick motion, and you’re so glad he says yes — you need him in you. like, yesterday.

you keep your hand steady on the base of his cock as you manoeuvre yourself back to almost where you were originally. straddling his hips, panties pushed to the side so you can slide down on him with minimal effort and no resistance.

his grip goes back to your hips as you sink down, a quiet little whimper bubbling out of his mouth as your cunt grips him, “oh fuck, you’re so tight.”

and like, yeah. he’s stretching you nicely, not enough to hurt but enough that you can feel him. and he’s curved nicely into your frontal wall, rubbing against the soft tissue, making your insides coil.

you place both hands on his tummy, using it for leverage as you begin bouncing up and down. you can’t do it too fast, otherwise he’ll slip out, but it’s a nice steady motion that has you both panting and gasping.

“y-you had nothing to worry about,” you stutter, moaning quietly when the head of his cock catches nicely inside of you, at the same time your clit rubs against his dark thatch of pubes, “your cock is so good.”

eddie moans, punching his hips up from below and choking a high pitched sound out of you as he does, eliciting an even louder noise from your gushing cunt at the same time, “y’r gonna make me cum, shit.”

“yeah? gonna cum in me? fill me up?” you ask, tummy blooming with a low heat, a telltale sign you’re close too. it just feels so good.

“you can’t say that, fuck,” eddie groans, gripping at your hip even tighter, blunt nails digging into your soft skin until you’re gasping, “need you to cum first, sweetheart.”

“almost there anyway,” you admit, rutting down against him as he fucks you from below — you’re unsure of when he even took over, too drunk on it to care either.

he smooths his thumb down your pubic bone, over your mound to dip under your hood, catching your clit once, twice with his calloused fingertip and you’re cumming with a wet cry, digging your nails into the soft skin of his tummy as you grind down on him, the deep heat inside of you bursting and settling just as quickly.

“you’re so — fuckfuck,” eddie stutters over his words, punching his hips up into you and pushing you down on him all at once and he’s spilling inside of you. in your own haze you can feel his cock pulsing, filling you with his release.

it’s quiet after that, and he slips out soon after.

your obsession with his dick never does go away.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #grower supremacyyyyyy #my fave kinda p*nis #my fanfic #mine #drabble

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happeehippie · 3 months

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instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his girlfriend evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

part one. part two. part three.

breezyevie

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breezyevie: shout out to the sweet lady who sent us these cookies to start the new season! we are so excited to have j with us this year! #uno

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user: let’s go UNO

joeyb_9: put some respect on him

> breezyevie: they’re about to find out.

user: chosen 1

user: uno finna go crazy!

> breezyevie: i see no lies.

lahjay10_: let’s work

> breezyevie: work work work work work work

user: why is no one talking about the cookies?

> breezyevie: they were so good.

user: get ready to be destroyed this season.

joeyb_9

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joey_9: “If you die without any scars then you never did anything worth fighting for.”

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user: marry me

> breezyevie: @joeyb_9 me first. 🥺

user: tiger king

breezyevie: it’s joe time baby!

user: ain’t that the truth

user: this your year joey b!

lahjay10_: no pain no gain

> breezyevie: wise words yoda

breezyevie

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breezyevie: in honor of the new season starting this sundey! it’s who dey forever.

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user: this our queen!

user: drop the link

> breezyevie: on my story!

user: long hair joe need to make a comeback pending your approval

> breezyevie: i approve!

user: ev over everyone!

user: time for joe to get injured

> breezyevie: time for you to be a decent human being.

joeyb_9: you’re the best

> breezyevie: my heart. 🤍

breezyevie

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breezyevie: Let’s do this shit. #whodey

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user: i feel like your personality is too dominant for clean boy joe

> breezyevie: i feel like you don’t know us

user: i am so excited for game day content! i love you!

> breezyevie: it’s coming!!

user: sis donate the jacket!

> breezyevie: but.. i love it.

user: sorry sis he’s cheating on you

> breezyevie: in your dreams?

> millyg: can’t you be more original? it’s always the cheating trope.

user: that’s her MAN!

> breezyevie: FOR LIFE

user: delete this, lmao.

> breezyevie: awe, this bothers you huh?

user: can you fight?

> breezyevie: i’m prepared. 💪🏼

user: i’m confused.. are you his gf? your page looks like a fan page.

> breezyevie: people can’t fan girl their own boyfriends? yikes, this is embarrassing for me.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Andddddddddd I’m back

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lahjay10_: back like you never left

> breezyevie: cant wait to watch y’all run it back

user: in joe we trust

> breezyevie: always and forever.

user: you’re girlfriend is so average, you could do better.

> breezyevie: ouch. my fragile ego. 💔

user: ur the mvp

user: i love how ev is always in joes comments replying to everyone. she’s my favorite person ever.

> breezyevie: stop it, you’re my favorite person ever!

user: overrated af

> breezyevie: i think you mean hot af. because dayum. 🥵

user: THE JOE SHOW

breezyevie: the goat reporting for duty?

> joeyb_9: dork 🤣

bengals: He’s back!

BONUS:

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breezyevie: i love you.. and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

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user: omg! i just seen joes post!

user: i’m so happy i could cry!

millyg: my best friend.. you deserve this love.

user: not joe posting you for this after not posting you for like 4 years

joeyb_9: life with you is my favorite.

> breezyevie: please never change.

user: get that ring!

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: vibes are pretty.

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user: joe please i can’t handle this i have exams to study for

user: there is no fucking way he just dropped this bomb

user: the most basic caption ever

> user: yall cant ever just be satisfied. obviously its not a problem for them, let them enjoy this.

user: respectfully, this ruined my day.

user: I AM SO EXCITED

user: ev finally becoming that NFL wifey!

breezyevie: i will be smiling and giggling uncontrollably for the foreseeable future. i love you jb. 4ever.

#bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram #joe burrow x reader #nfl #nfl imagine

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bbyquokka · 5 months

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its me again BUT I CANT HELP IT the new challenge video of minsung... its a different thing BUT. jisung coming home with this outfit.. of course he is tired, he directly heads to living room to catch a breath, before even he can say something you sit on your knees in front of him, he gets what you want and smirks .. you slowly unbelt his pants,,,,,as u give him a head he calling u 'you're so pretty' 'my little slut' as he caress your hair 😖😖😖 you take slow as he guides you. okay enough.

so pretty !!

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he's so tired. he's spent all day at the studio filming for the lalalala practice video. the theme of the video was racer. he's spent all day dealing with stylists and make-up artists making sure he looks good before entering the dance studio and filming the video with the back-up dancers.

after he filmed the youtube content, it was then advised that him and minho filmed a challenge video for youtube shorts and instagram reels. by that point, he just wanted to go home and luckily for him, it only took one take to do before he was finally able to go home for the day.

he doesn't mind it, of course. it's fresh new content for stays. it's just comeback season is always tiring for him (and everyone else) the schedule forever being packed. interviews here, flying to japan there. stage after stage after stage performances – it's never ending.

due to how busy he has been, his needs have been neglected. you know this more than anyone considering how short tempered he is slowly becoming. you wish you could help him but you know he is also tired from working and most likely just wants to sleep.

but that's far from the case. jisung is tired but he is horny: blue balls horny! he misses you. he misses your touch, your scent, your taste. he misses the way you look at him, pleading for him and moaning for him. he wants you so bad, it hurts!

he walks into the apartment he shares with you, mumbling a small “hello” before flopping onto the couch. today has been extra tiring and extra hard on him. he didn't even bother getting changed from the racer clothes he was put in. everything he did and everywhere he went he imagined you being with him. he imagined fucking you from behind in front of the studio mirrors. imaging your moans echoing and bouncing off the walls. he's had to try hard not to get hard and it's been so painful for him.

you notice him shifting in his seat. he readjusts himself, giving his semi hard-on a squeeze. he groans, kicking his head back a little and lips parting. you watch him massage and squeeze himself, watch as his cock grows and gets hard in his pants.

“fuck.. i shouldn't be doing this. i need to shower and eat but it feels so good.” you hear him mumble to himself. you watch him unzip his pants, pulling them down to his ankles and squeezing and palming himself through his underwear. you see his cock grow hard and throb. something stirs inside of you and before you know it; you're down on your knees in front of a hazy and horny looking jisung.

“oh. hey doll, didn't see you th–” he swallows thickly as he watches you reach up and pull his underwear down. “... h-hey babe. you don't have to do that. im fin–fuck!”

his cock has sprung free from its restraints. you look up at him with doe eyes as you rub his shaft slowly. he bites his bottom lip gently before grabbing the base of his penis and tapping it against your lips.

“open.” you part your lips slowly as you maintain your gaze on him. you lean down and gently suck on his tip, giving it long and slow licks.

“that’s it. fuck that feels good, darling. you're so good for me, mhm.” you give him a simple hum as you stroke his shaft from the base. “think you can take a little more of me, darling?”

your eyes flutter close as you lower your head further down. the corner of your lips stretch a little and burn. saliva gathers in your mouth as you feel stuffed. you slowly bob your head up and down, body shivering as you listen to jisung pant and whimper.

“that's it. such a pretty little slut. gosh, you feel so good around my cock.” you continue to suck and stroke him, free hand reaching up and cupping his balls. his hands caress your hair slowly and gently, giving it the occasional tug.

“hollow out your cheeks darling. that’s it.. make sure your tongue is flat and breath darling.” you do as instructed, listening to jisung giving you hints and tips on how he likes it. he praises you, forever telling you how well behaved you're being and how good he feels.

“my little slut looks so pretty with my cock between their lips.”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 | @reboggingfun ; @fairylouist ; @poody1608 ; @maximumkillshot ; @bintific ; @fun-fanfics ; @septicrebel

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men dressing as women is making a mockery of the transfeminine experience. We need to protect the divine feminine from any measure of mockery. We should gather weapons and storm our nearest Drag Story Hour and teach those degenerates a lesson.

hell of a thing to say when the harshest things being said regarding finnster were;

I can't believe people think a man dressing as a woman is 5th dimension gender levels

it would be nice if people were half as enthusiastic about giving even a modicum of support to trans women, especially when they claim they're all about playing with gender as a performance, which we've been doing this whole time ...

it's frustrating that the only real spaces for this are so highly specific to this one normative expression largely based in fetish that not everyone is into, it would be nice if there was more room for other types of expression

saying that he "represents cisgender fear of trans people" or that him crossdressing is "more of an affront" to gender than trans people is ... bizzare.

his fans kind of suck ...?

his fans kind of suck

huh. it's almost like it's been primarily about the fans this whole time. like, when his fans say stupid transphobic shit about him being The Most Gender, more hated by cis people, and "an honorary trans man" for ... passing as a girl ? of course trans women aren't going to just take it. The most uncontroversial, inoffensive and normative, cishet perception of gender being sung its praises by the same people that scoff at you for actually existing outside of societal norms,

and when you point all that out you're somehow silencing GNC people ... and now we're here at the 30k note post explicitly comparing trans women to fascists upholding bioessentialist principles like the "Divine Feminine", going to shoot "degenerate" drag queens ? maybe it's just me but I don't think that's a reasonable comparison

I’m not one of his fans, I don’t pay a lot of attention to what his fans do. If they suck then that sucks, but isn’t what my complaints were about. The opposite, frankly. I WISH that was the most vile shit I saw. And really it’s not even entirely about HIM, he’s just a prime example of shit that happens outside of him that has bothered me, and bothers a fuckload of other people who have shared anecdotes in the post. He’s just a public example of the shit that sucks to see.

I HAVE seen stuff related to the “I cant believe his fans think he’s on some 5-dimensional gender shit” followed up immediately by the assertion that he’s doing *nothing* by playing with gender cause he’s not doing it in a trans way, AND the insistence that all he IS doing is playing into the fetishes of conservative transphobes, which is always delightful to hear.

In gay male spaces, I have heard from gay men, trans women, and other trans people that wearing women’s clothes in the bedroom is fetishizing transness so anyone who wears a skirt to get fucked is a transmisogynist. Which then spiraled into “anyone who dresses like a woman without doing it in a trans way MUST mean it as a fetish and is therefore a transmisogynist.” Which again, is what I’m complaining about. That either your expression is a perversion of trans experience OR you’re trans, and if you deny being trans then it MUST be the first, as if dressing like a woman is wholly a sacred rite and never done comically.

Does drag often have issues of transphobia, among queens and kings alike? Absolutely. Is drag on its face transphobic? Absolutely not. Yet drag is a caricature of femininity or masculinity, often played for humor, also often played for sex appeal. So why is drag, the flaunting of, sometimes mocking of, femininity or masculinity fine, but other expressions of cross-dressing then inherently transphobic?

People will say, “oh I don’t think finn is transphobic because he xyz but his FANS—“ why is he responsible for them? I don’t know much about his dynamic with them because I don’t watch any of his content, so I can’t speak to him enabling bad behavior but if he is doing his thing and his fans are being shitty, I’m not sure how that’s his fault and encourages vitriol at HIM?

I also don’t think it’s wise to again invent a lovely binary of “he’s the most progressive representation ever and he’s singlehandedly moving us forward with his expression” or “big fucking deal nothing he is doing is cool he’s just stealing from ACTUAL trans people.” I keep seeing “oh who cares my friends are doing xyz” okay, my turn to say “who fucking cares?” Do you think everyone on the internet knows someone who uses xenogenders and it/its and hunts transphobes for sport? Ellen Degeneres sucks so bad but her coming out was revolutionary for the time. The first butch I ever met was my elementary school gym teacher, and her impression on me didn’t stand out until I was in my 20s. It is actually possible to be just eye opening enough to change people’s lives without being like The Best Rep Ever. I don’t understand what it serves to pretend like NOTHING is happening and no conversations are taking place because of what he’s doing, simply because it isn’t groundbreaking to YOU. I also don’t think it’s groundbreaking to ME. I’m bigender for christ sake. But god if I saw someone like him as a kid would it have normalized something for me or let me get comfortable experimenting with things? Maybe.

It reminds me a LOT of how a number of trans men came to realize they were men after engaging in MLM content. They of course were also accused of fetishizing, and then even after coming out AS TRANS, a number still are accused of going through all the effort to prey on gay men. There is discourse allllll the time on this hellsite about how gay trans men are just fujoshis. So, you know, bullshit transphobia framed as protecting “real” gay men.

It is bizarre to hold him to this metric that because his fans think he’s changing the game (which for some people I am sure he is causing awakenings) that he’s somehow deserving of backlash for not being cool enough. It’s cruel to accuse him of riding the coattails of REAL trans people, as it is cruel to do this within our communities. It’s annoying as fuck to see take after take scrutinizing him for behavior that exists within our communities that should also not get flak, and it would be soooooooooo fucking cool if we stopped reinventing binaries every two damn seconds.

The gross behavior is also NOT just from trans women by the way. I’ve seen a whole swath of gross takes about this.

And everything really fucked up that I’ve seen is like a twisted version of what cis transphobes say to US, so IM not gonna stand for hearing it out of the mouths of other trans people.

*I* don’t think it’s reasonable of trans people to swap bioessentialism for gender essentialism and insist it is rid of transphobic roots, because it isn’t.

You don’t have to like him, you don’t have to be a fan, you don’t have to think anything he’s doing is revolutionary—it would just be sick if other trans folks didn’t treat his identity or the identity of others like him like like some abomination for not “doing gender right like me and my friends.”

#ask #anophelei #long post

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starfac3 · 7 months

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hii so in a post you wanted someone to talk abt their mlp headcannons, i’m getting into mlp rn so id absolutely love 2 hear them! (also just a question from a new tumblr user, can you see my asks on my page?) feel free to message them or whatever tumblr response mechanism there is! ^ω^

-not forcing, Moss ^^

AH HI MOSS !! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :] 💖

first off , yes i can see your ask button !!! and welcome to tumblr :)

i tried to respond to this 4 times and i lost all my text and almost cried so im gonna make this much shorter than it was supposed to be (8 paragraphs) 😞 PROBABLY A RELIEF FOR MOST OF U THO LOL i have too many headcanons but here are some of my headcanons and /or “perfect world” scenarios for mlp g4 :)

i cant put all of my hcs here but im gonna put the ones i tell most ppl !!! ALSO NOT ALL OF THESE ARE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE!!! (if anybody wants more, ask me something specific .. >:3 nyeheh)

💜 - the mane six minus twilight have all been friends their whole lives, but not as a friend group until twilight came along!!

🩵 - branching off of the last one, rarity has made outfits for ALL of the ponies before !! but pinkie pie has been by far her most loyal customer because yk she throws parties like triweekly !! rarity mostly specializes in dressmaking but can also make other types of stuff . :) pinkie pie and fluttershy both seperately have taken some sewing classes from rarity cuz they alwayss loved her stuff :)

💛 - fluttershy runs/works a petshop/veterinarian clinic

💖 - at some point , pinkie pie moves out of sugarcube corner and runs her own nightclub !! (but like its not a naughty club, this is ponyville we are talking about here !! just lots of candy and soda and DANCING AND GAMES :3) and pinkie pie would be the funnest momma evr >w<

💙 - rainbow dash becomes a coach for the wonderbolts / some sort of coach :)

🧡 - applejack would grow up and continue to just run her family business and have a family of her own !! applejack would be a very caring mother but also she wouldnt take shit from anypony!! if anybody bullied her kid she’d have to try so hard not to kick anypony that bothers her and her kids

🩵 - rarity never expands her business or gets big, but she’s happy with it! her store is independent and a gem that many talk about all around the nation. :) she would be a fun mom but she would spoil the kid a lot lolz

💜 - twilight works at a school as a science/math/magic teacher, book author or a librarian! she would be a pretty average mom IN THE NICEST WAY POSSIBLE just saying she’s just your average girl!! but she has lots of knowledge to share :3 !!

🩷 - either:

-mane six all are alicornized. you cant just give the order keepers of the nation some fancy crystals and tell them to go on with their day while one friend who happened to be a rich unicorn who went to a unicorn school and got hit with a rainbow beam turns into a goddess and you have to watch her outlive you, you make them all goddesses or none of them. especially if the gifted unicorn never asked to be alicornized.

- twilight and cadenza rule together. cadence was done so dirty :( she was given goddess powers just to be sent to a Far Off Land and the Twilight was favored to just RULE A WHOLE NATION ALONE. insanity. also they have been friends / chosen sisters for the longest time. this scenario would not only give cadence a better storyline, but also spit in the faces of “theres already 5 alicorns” ❗️

there was nothing about vamp rarity because i havent expanded on her yet <//3 and also you guys have yet to see my whole cross-race breeding chart.. >:P

but thats all for now TwT sorry it still got long , i hope you or somepony enjoyed !! if anypony draw/write something off of these PLEASE tag me just cuz i NEED content with these !!!!!!! :33 plzplzplzplz and tag me in any pony art/writing/ etc :3 anybody feel free to ask for more !!! bye bye <33

#text post #headcanon #mlp #my little pony #mlp headcanons #my hcs #long post #brony #ask #pony #yeah

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friendandloverofsuwa · 1 year

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-English isnt my first language but I hope you all like it. Advance sorry for the grammar error. This is my first Simon Riley X Reader

Gonna delete this later

Simon cant believe he is now in church looking at the beautiful bride he'd ever seen. Her hair reminds him of the night sky, Models are nothing to her beauty, Her wedding dress compliments the curves of her body and She radiates more than anything in this place.

Her parents looked contented and her bestfriends were looking at him as if begging him to stand up. He just looked at her and her fake smile realizing he isn't in their wedding but her wedding with the Bastard who cheated on her many times.

She had no choice but to marry him as her family made promises to the groom's dead parents.

Simon still can remember every mission they went and every night they shared in that roof. She was the love of his life, She was everything to him and too much for his disappointment when she told Task 141 about her arranged marriage and too much to Simon's disappointment that she can never go against the old agreement.

Meanwhile Y/n felt happiness as she saw him amongst the crowd. At least she can pretend it was him, She pretends to be happy even if she knows that Philip is having an affair with her sister.

She was daydreaming at the time she first met Simon, of how shocked the giant is when a 5'4 woman talks and always bothers him on that roof. Of how she would cook for him if he doesn't want anything from the Canteen.

How he would make sure she is healthy and not stressed 'because she looked like shit and a potion making witch' she would never feel alone as she has the Ghost with her.

Everyone knows their fondness of one another. Maybe more than fondness the love they have for one another. Everyone knows that it was the rule 'You cant love your workmate' is keeping them apart with one another.

Y/n sighed as she knows there is no turning back now. She had no choice but to marry Philip, her 'Lovely' groom. Oh how she wished it was Simon.

The priest then said "Whoever wished for these two not to be union by the holy matrimony. Speak now or Hold your peace forever."

Johnny looked at his Lt saying "Lt. Are you alright?" Simon at this time made up his mind and no one is going to stop him, not even his comrades. He lost many things and many people, Y/n is not going to be one of them. Not when he knew he truly loves her, He looked at his comrade before accepting a nod from Laswell.

Y/n closed her eyes accepting her fate with Philip. She shouldn't be expecting Simon to tell everyone that he reciprocates her feelings. But when she heard her friend gasped loudly she opened her eyes to see him, standing at the aisle.

Simon took a deep breath saying "Fuck this shit, I'm not a guy who would do the things that kind of a man would do." He said pointing at Philip.

"I wont do date nights, I dont do surprises, I dont know how to cook, I wont do movie nights and I cant even flirt properly with you."

Y/n smiled as he continued his confession. While her Father smiled proudly, as he knows from her stories he is the one for her.

"I'm not the average guy you know, Y/n. And I know I'm a coward for not confessing sooner and even ruining this wedding. I know you won't reciprocate my feelings but I will not hold my peace as I watched him snatch away the most wonderful thing that happened to me." He sighed before holding out his hand "Dont say yes to him, Instead run away with me. Run away with me and I will love you my whole life." Y/n looked around and she saw her father standing up saying "Y/n, you're free to choose."

Y/n wipes her tears away before running to her sister giving her the flowers "You should be the one to marry him." Before running in front of Simon.

She took his hand saying "I hope you still have that offer."

He smiled before running away from everyone and the church.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #x reader #simon riley #ghost riley #Spotify

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bonesandthebees · 8 months

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GODDD I JUST REWATCHED THE YNB MUSIC VIDEO ITS SO NOSTALGIC WTFFFF

I still remember logging on in the morning and going onto yt and seeing the premier rahhhhh, also duuude i remember the first time i saw the clip on tommys stream BRO it was stuck in my head for daysss

God i cant believe ive been in this fandom for 3 years (as of this month actually! Lmaoo), that's actually insane

I remember thinking it'd just be a phase too LMAOO i shouldve known better... the marvel movies were my prev fixation and that lasted literally over 10 years so o7

I dont mind it tho, i gen adore this fandom soso much (even with all of its many problems lol) and even tho im soooo slow at writing lmao i really really love my aus and am happy to work on them for years<3

remember how I said in that other ask I just answered that I avoided listening to wilbur's music for a long time after I got into his content bc I didn't think I'd like it? yeah that includes when ynb came out. I'd already been subscribed to wilbur's channel for nearly a year at that point but I ignored literally everything he did that wasn't 100 player videos LMAO

I wish I'd watched that premiere but noooo I just thought all youtuber music sucked so I didn't even bother

despite the fact that I subscribed to wilbur in early 2020 I don't really count myself as joining the fandom until jan 2021 bc that's when I actually started paying attention to stuff and getting involved in the community so I haven't hit 3 years yet, but it's coming up quick. god that's insane.

I can't imagine having a hyperfixation for over 10 years. all my prev hyperfixations only lasted about a year at most?? maybe a year and a half?? so I'm really confused how I've lasted in mcyt this long but I think I figured it out, and it's that my proper 'hyperfixation' actually died out after the first year or so, but I just stayed interested in the content in an intense but not obsessive hyperfixated kind of way. idk I'm not worrying about it too much. I'm having fun and there's always a constant stream of content coming out so I'm gonna ride this interest train as long as I can

I love this fandom too :) and more specifically, if I didn't have the lovely community I have with you guys as my readers my interest in writing fic for mcyt probably would've died out completely, but I'm really glad I'm still having fun here and that we have such a cozy little corner of the internet <3

#ask #icyfox17

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shadethechangingman · 4 months

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ok i return. the weeklies

there was demons in my blood. doctor took a bunch and now i feel normal again but i cant stop smoking weed which is gonna make it happen again : (

BATMAN SCOOBY DOO TEAM UP IS AN ONGOING YEAHHH WE WON

starfire "i can deal with stressful situations caus nightwing is usually flirting iwth me during them" get her out of here!!!!!!!

i feel like the blue beetle cast thats being buiilt would be fun with like most any other author but i cant stand trujillo

this was last week but i hate that the flash artist is so obviously tracing 3d models and pics of Chris Evans but like always puts wallys teeth like all the way below his lips. like it all looks like total ass anyway but that particular thing is bothering me like thats your MAIN character

more notable than anything IN bop to me was kelly thompson shitting her diaper over someone posting a frowny face next to the new diana art like this is the third incident in the last month we gotta start embarrassing authors who respond to the lightest untagged critique as if theyre being shot

as for the in-comic content on top of the ugly art style itself like the art depictions zealot cutting ppl clean in half while her dialogue is about "you will heal" or telling harley not to kill people looked silly. but also megearnas dialogue i admit im not a big fan of the quirky eldergod thing just personally

tbh i think as a designer dan mora is VERY weak but he kinda killed it with those santa and krampus designs

after i finish my current project im gonna go back and edit the lightrion multiverse pic to replace the bottom panel with solios & fornax from Copra and also add the teen titans go! orion doll maybe caus its been bothering me

waiting on the next chris chaos issue to upload (its VERY bad) so im reading Hitman and watching alfred j kwak and stuff. i was supposed to start watching the boys but ive been puttin it off

#justixw league comix

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I started seeing a lot of childhood friends alerudy + valeria content lately and I cant stop thinking about it SO consider this little au: Alejandro went after Valeria and soon after that Valeria gives Rodolfo a call which literally made him sweat ice because that means she has Ale?? So he arrives ready to go apeshit but what he sees is a very familiar kid with arms wrapped tight around Valeria's neck. Basically a good old de-aged au where Valeria and Rudy are forced by situation to take care of little Ale who lost most of his memories but is still able to recognize both of his friends older versions and they have A Lot of emotions about it (and Alejo is the sweetest most energetic little menace)

Sorry for the ridiculously late reply anon. I got this ask two days before an important exam and I was hit by a nasty cold right afterwards, so I got neither the time nor the strength to answer this until now. I don't have a lot of ideas about this right now, but as always, I'll see what I can do. Putting the answer under the cut just in case.

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'This is a bad idea, Sergeant Major.'

Rodolfo climbs into the driver's seat of the truck and levels René with a look that would've made a less experienced soldier cower. 'Thank you, Major,' he says, placing his hands on the wheel, 'but I know Valeria. I'll be fine.'

Rodolfo is unaccustomed to the seriousness on René's face. 'And if you aren't?' René asks. His foreign accent is more pronounced, as it always does when he is thinking hard.

'Standard protocol applies. You take charge of Los Vaqueros and make decisions based on the information you have.'

A nod. 'Long live Los Vaqueros. We need you, Sergeant.' René closes the truck's door. 'Both you and the Colonel.'

Rodolfo merely nods in response and steps on the gas, not bothering to look back to see René's expression. Alejandro disappeared two days ago. Despite knowing he's the toughest guy on the whole planet - so tough that, sometimes, even though they grew up together and watched each other mature and grow old, Rodolfo finds himself wondering if Alejandro is some kind of immortal in hiding - Alejandro's absence has been weighing down Los Vaqueros ever since, with worry, with fear, with prolonged shifts searching every single inch of Las Almas for signs of their colonel. But there had been no trace at all; no footprints, no torn fabric hanging on a branch, not even a single crumb of the crackers provided in their rations.

Which is why he has to go after the only path he is provided with: Valeria.

He had expected the call, of course. Not many people in the world can take down Alejandro and Valeria is the closest and the most competitive of them all, so he was already geared up with a full squad behind him when he picked up the phone. What he didn't expect was Valeria sounding utterly tired and defeated on the other side.

'Just bring yourself,' she said. 'No one else. It's easier for you to see for yourself.'

'Is Alejandro alive?' Rodolfo had asked. It was the most important piece of information. If he wasn't...

'He is.' In the background, something crashed. 'Alive and well. Too well.'

The last sentence came as a disgruntled grumble, giving Rodolfo pause. He had never heard Valeria use that tone since she decided to be a drug lord. It was enough to convince him to go alone. And hey, if everything turns out to be a trap, he didn't get promoted to a Sergeant Major and become Alejandro's second-in-command for nothing; he can take care of himself. He also trusts René to handle everything if it really comes to it.

His instincts tell him it won't come to that.

The coordinates Valeria sent him lead him to a house on the outskirts of Las Almas. Not one in a village, but a lone building in the middle of the desert. He sees no power lines, but when he steps out of the truck, he can hear the muffled hum of a generator. A large water tank is also attached to the house, allowing it to exist off the grid. He scans the area for hostiles but finds none, which is strange. Nonetheless, he dares not relax and doesn't lower his rifle as he approaches the front door of the house. It opens on its own, and he nearly shoots Valeria.

'Took you long enough,' says Valeria, unfazed and exasperated. 'Put that away. Don't want you to scare your lover boy.'

Rodolfo scowls at the nickname. Not seeing any weapons on Valeria, he lowers his gun to his side. 'Where's Alejandro?' he asks.

Valeria stands to the side to let Rodolfo in. The sound of rapid footsteps hammering the floor originates from what seems to be the stairs, and the next thing he knows, a boy is dashing towards him and nearly tackles him from how hard he impacts Rodolfo's legs. Valeria smoothly takes the gun off him, and his hands fly to the boy's shoulders to steady him, which turns out to be unnecessary as the boy looks up still clinging to him with a wide grin.

Alejandro, except it can't be, because Rodolfo hasn't seen this face in more than 30 years.

'Rudy! You're here!' Despite Rodolfo's tactical vest being not very comfortable, young Alejandro buries his face in his stomach once more. 'I missed you. Valeria said you're going to show up so I've been waiting for you! She didn't say you're a grown-up like her!'

Rodolfo looks up and meets Valeria's eyes. Her expression, if true, says she is as baffled by the situation as he is. And if Alejandro's reaction indicates anything, it is that he does not remember a single thing about her betrayal.

Valeria clears her throat. 'I found him like this,' she says. 'Took him here. No idea who did this. I figure I should call you.'

'What for?' asks Rodolfo. The commander of Los Vaqueros should be a prime opportunity for her to expand, to give them a curb stomp. 'Why help us?'

'I'm not helping you.' Now that Alejandro has become a koala on Rudy, Valeria saunters to the armchair next to the sofa and sits down like a queen upon her throne. 'I've asked all the questions I can. You can ask them again. This is the Alejandro we know from our childhood. There's someone - or a group of people - out there, capable of de-aging adults.' She leans forward, her elbows resting on her thighs. 'It threatens my business too.'

Alejandro finally unwinds his arms from Rodolfo's waist and leads him to the sofa by hand. Even as a child, Alejandro is a pushy bastard, and he finds himself squeezed between one side of the sofa and Alejandro, who can't seem to stop swinging his legs. 'You know I can't stop going after the cartel simply because of this.'

'I'm not asking you to stop. You take care of Alejandro and I'll find whoever's responsible. Then we'll change him back.'

'And remove a tactical advantage?'

'Would you rather your husband stay as a child for the rest of your life?'

Rodolfo looks at Alejandro, who already looks bored by the adults' conversation, and then back at Valeria who, for the first time in years, doesn't look like she is going to backstab him within the next five minutes. Alejandro looks adorable - he always does - but Valeria is right; without Colonel Alejandro Vargas, Los Vaqueros will not be the same.

'Alright, we'll ease up on our raids, but don't expect me to sit around and wait for good news,' he says. 'I want in.'

Valeria grins, all teeth and wolfish and so much like Alejandro and Rodolfo himself at the same time that he can't help but remember why it is the case.

'Good.'

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Again, brain's a bit fried atm so this is all I can come up with right now. Hope you enjoyed this.

#aledolfo #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #valeria garza #oc: rené valasco #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2

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frankenkyle19 · 9 months

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Hi! I love when you ship ppl with Evan Peters characters so I was hoping you would do me :)

I am 5'6, white, but tan :) and skinny with brown hair that goes past my shoulders (straight/wavey) and brown doe eyes

I am an extrovert but love being alone to bench watch youtube or mindlessly scroll through Tumbler lol

I am Texan but have to accent, I love music so much (It can change how my day goes and I just love it more than anything)

I LOVE playing vball and I love doing art (I have been working on realism <3 Which I plan on posting on my page soon)

My fav color is purple and pink <3

I love horror, but hate jump scares lol

I have misaphonia (basically hate little sounds you can search it up if you want <3) and it can make me agitated and I have to like leave the room if I cant stand it

I hate reading chapter books, only comics and graphics

I dont like anime or anything cartoon really

Stevie Nicks is my fucking Idol lol

Most people say I am funny and fun to be around which is sweet lol

um yeah! I hope this was enough!!!! :)

I ship you with… KITKAT

So first off would love your hair and your eyes. Would love to play with your hair and would maybe even learn to style and braid it because he does the same for his daughters hair <3

Also loves music, because Uhm who doesn’t?? But he’d love your taste in music specifically because he finds so many little things that remind him of you in it gkrjgjejg. Will just sit with you after work and listen to music, not really talking just enjoying the silence only interrupted by the soft trills of music.

would love to play vball with you and would love to include the kids in it as well. And your art? He would adore it and ask you to draw him. He’d sit super still for you but would end up cracking a smile. Would spoil you rotten and buy you so much art supplies that you don’t even know what to do with all of it

once you explained your misaphonia to him he would be extra careful around you and always make sure you’re comfortable but definitely wouldn’t coddle you over it because no one likes to be coddled over something they can’t control. If you would begin to panic he’d ask what he can do to help and if you need to be left alone he will do just that. Will not bother you until you come to him. King of giving space

He’d love to hang around you and just relax in your presence. You don’t even have to really talk sometimes. He’s perfectly content with just being near you.

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(sorry if i seem like im coming out of the gate; no one ik watches the show <\\3)

i wish they gave more screentime/went deeper with henry. imo he's the boy i want to know most about. (FUCK SETH FR MANIPULATING HIM ! and it's basically clearly stated that he's been manipulating him fr a while; ie lying abt cat sitting. and him trying to make *drowning* henry as a way of "showing love".)

henry is just really interesting in terms of backstory -- did it ever explain what happened to his father? also his nail polish remained surprisingly clean fr being on an island XD

henry was SUCH an interesting character and theres literally so much depth to go to there but i guess the writers were just not up for it quite yet :// especially towards the beginning during the attempted drowning i was like i cant wait to see more about this fuckin guy!!!!

one thing that bothers me about henrys backstory is how it like. basically doesnt exist outside of things related to seth. like we got the little story about his dad BUT we dont even know what henry specifically did to "deserve" being sent on the retreat by his parents. unless i missed something somehow bc all the other guys stories have a pretty clear what-pushed-their-parents-over-the-edge moment (ivan and kirin get expelled, raf gets arrested, bo and scotty destroy that house, josh's parents just really hate him i guess) so like... did he somehow just get roped into it bc their parents wanted to send seth and were like... u know what henry might as well go too? more henry content in s3 plz and thank u

#the wilds #the wilds spoilers #henry tanaka #asks #also thank u for sending me a message it actually made me quite jazzed #like do continue if u want! i only have one friend who watches so id love to hear anyone elses opinions on things in fact

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opalimagines · 2 years

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Request: Ok so I'm kinda new to tumbrl and cant wrap my head around the request page or smth like that so idk if you'll see this (?) but would it be alright with you if you could write a smut with the prompt 60? Preferably The Shade and fem reader 😩

Requested by @fa1ryl1ci0us

Reader: Neutral

Warning: Smut (MINORS DNI)

60. sitting in their lap (I wasn't sure which prompt list you meant so I went with the one that made most sense)

Whenever Richard went away for longer than a few days, he would return to find you with an even more insatiable need for him. You were eager on any given day, but these instances were always different.

As a result, he wasn't at all surprised when you pushed him down onto the couch the moment he arrived at your home. Two weeks away meant that you weren't going to bother making it to the bedroom, which he didn't mind one bit. You straddled his lap, gazing down at him with that burning hunger.

Leaning in, you cupped his face and pressed a bruising kiss to his lips. Richard's hands grabbed at your hips as he deepened it and made you let out a soft moan. He craved you as much as you did him when you were apart and you knew it.

"I missed you," you said breathlessly as you began to undo his tie along with the buttons on his shirt.

"I had no idea." He chuckled, letting his fingertips graze the skin just beneath the hem of your shirt. "I missed you too, my darling. I always do."

As soon as you got Richard's shirt open enough to expose his neck and chest, you ducked down to kiss his skin. Thankfully he had never minded you leaving marks, so you could suck and bite to your heart's content. In an attempt to get some friction, you rocked your hips against his lap. Those sensations had his familiar shadows beginning to form and surround you as his hands roamed further under your shirt, and he eventually slipped it off of you.

Both of you were ready, so you wasted as little time as possible before finally opening his trousers and sinking down on him. As always, you couldn't help the quiet gasp that escaped your lips now that you were completely full. But Richard wouldn't blame you, because the lovely feeling of you wrapped around him made him let out a low groan as well.

You planted your hands on his shoulders before beginning to roll your hips with even more enthusiasm. Too impatient to take it slow, you were quickly riding him hard, moaning softly as he hit you in all the right places. Richard gripped at your hips and he watched you from below with darkened eyes. The sight of you losing yourself in pleasure was always something to behold.

With a whimper of his name, you moved in to kiss him once again, moaning into his mouth as your release built up deep in your belly. Richard kissed the corner of your mouth, then trailed his lips across your jaw and neck, leaving your skin burning even hotter. Not only from his kisses, but also the tendrils of shadow that caressed you.

One of the shadows dipped lower and began to touch you more intimately, and your fingertips dug into his shoulders. His shadows had always seemed to work independently of himself during sex and you had no problem at all with that. In fact, you had grown quite sensitive to their touch over the years.

And that touch, as well as his kisses and his cock filling you up so nicely, helped send you over the edge. After weeks of longing and working yourself up, you needed this. Your hips stuttered as you came, but Richard used his hold on you to help you keep up your pace. The feeling of him spilling inside of you made you choke out one last cry of his name.

Trembling and trying to catch your breath, you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested against him. You made no move to get off of him and he didn't really want you to. He ran his hand up and down your back, leaving a kiss on the side of your head. Richard was at peace in the moment, and even though he missed you when he was away and couldn't take you with him to share in the adventure, he enjoyed these sweet reunions.

You pulled back slightly and gave him a smile tinged with both exhaustion and satisfaction. "How was that for a warm welcome?"

"Wonderful," he said, reaching up to stroke your cheek. "It happens to be my favorite kind."

"Mine too." You leaned your face into his touch and tenderly kissed his wrist. "Anything exciting happen on your trip?"

"Oh, yes..."

As Richard recalled the past two weeks, you stayed right there in his lap and he wouldn't have had it any other way, at least until you were ready to continue things in the bedroom.

#richard swift imagine #richard swift x reader #dc comics imagine #dc imagine #dc x reader #stargirl x reader #stargirl imagine #my fics**#minors dni #smut

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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changes hurt | part 8.

Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.

Warnings for the Series: strong language, angst, fluff, assault, a/b/o dynamics, sexual content (not sure if there will be smut or just talks, leaning more to just talks but since I don’t know, let’s just say 18+ readers only)

Pairing: Steve x black!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You had fallen asleep on Steve’s chest. He carefully moved you off of him and got up to get food, knowing you just wanted to stay in. It was a toss up between ordering takeout or cooking. Traditional values won out— it might not have been sex, but claiming was intimate and that called for some homecooked food as part of the tender aftercare.

The clatter of pots and pans was so loud that for a moment Steve was worried it would reach your floor and wake you up. While it didn’t wake you up, it did garner the attention of Bucky and Sam who were coming back from hanging out with each other. Steve heard them come in but was too focused to say a word. The other two men watched him with amused half smiles as they leaned against the counter.

“Steve making more than a grilled cheese and not burning down the kitchen? What has the world come to?” Bucky joked.

“I know this scene. No shirt, back muscles in full concentration, not bothered to tell us to shut up… Who’s the woman that put it down so good you got up to cook?” Sam piggybacked off of Bucky without missing a beat.

Both men laughed at their own comments while Steve rolled his eyes and took the rice off of the stove to drain it. The laughing stopped right away. They were staring at the two hickeys on his neck, already staring to darken. As if they didn’t want to know, Bucky and Sam took very shallow sniffs of the air. Your scent was there. And not just there on top of Steve’s scent, but mixed in with it— so subtle you wouldn’t know it was there until you sniffed for it. The telltale sign of a bond. Steve watched the water drain from the pot.

“Do you think it matters the rice is fresh? The recipe said it doesn’t fry as well,” Steve said as he started spreading the rice out to try and dry it.

“You know you could have done that in the rice cooker.”

“There’s a rice cooker?”

“(Y/N/N) keeps it on the top shelf, fourth cabinet. We also already have leftover rice.”

Steve gave Sam a questioning look and opened the fridge door. Sam’s eyes scanned the fridge until they found their target. He pointed to the large round grey-brown container. Steve held it up.

“This is butter.”

“Open it,” Sam said with a knowing look on his face.

Steve, even though he thought it was dumb, opened the container anyway. He blinked twice as if the rice would suddenly turn into butter. Looking back at the container, it was clearly labeled that it once held butter at some point. He took out the rice and placed it in the stir-fry pan before dumping the fresh rice into the butter container.

“We didn’t sleep together if that’s what you two are waiting for,” he said as he started the stove once again and poured some soy sauce over the rice.

That made Bucky and Sam surprised once again. Bonding before sex wasn’t the most common practice in modern times.

“So you’re really (Y/N)’s Alpha now?” Bucky asked.

The smile that took up the bottom half of Steve’s face was answer enough for them. He finished divvying out the rice, leaving the rest for his two friends. Grabbing water bottles and juice, Steve tucked the drinks under his arm and grabbed the bowls to head back to his room.

“If you two excuse me, I’ve got to go take care of my Omega.”

Bucky and Sam watched the man walk off with a pep in his step. Steve chuckled as he entered his room. You had turned onto your stomach— he could see your eyes were still closed— one hand blindly reaching around trying to find him. All your fingers were met with were empty sheets. You scrunched up the sheets before lifting your head, eyes still closed with a frown on your face. The clinking of bowls on the nightstand and the smell of stir-fry made you slowly open one eye. Both opened when you saw the food and Steve standing next to it.

“You cooked for me, Alpha?” you asked with a stretch and a groan.

Steve moved back on the bed and settled himself over you, using his arms to prop himself up. He pecked your lips once before going in for a deeper kiss. He could hear you call him by his presentation all day long. It was easy with Steve. Calling him by the presentation was like saying your own name, simple and rolling off the tongue with no problem. Getting off you, Steve let you sit up and handed you the fried rice.

He glanced up from his own bowl every now and then to look at you eating. Reaching out, Steve traced his thumb over your lower jaw. You looked up at him, batting eyelashes that made Steve want to pin you to the bed.

“I want to take you out tonight.”

“Steve, we don’t have to do anything special.”

“No, no I want to. In my day, that’s how we did it. Alphas always took an Omega on a date before we tried to claim them… we did it a little backwards but I still want to.”

“Okay. What do you want to do? We kind of ate already.”

You chuckled and Steve’s face tinged with red. He was doing everything in the wrong order. Even though it was just you, he was suddenly nervous— it was like meeting you for the first time all over again. He willed away the stray nerves and thought about how to take you out properly. Food was out of the question, so were arcades and laser tag— the Avengers got banned from most of them in the city on account of being too competitive. Movies were something the team did every night, not special enough.

“Meet me downstairs in ten minutes.”

“What are we doing? Steve?”

He wouldn’t answer. He simply got up and went to put on real clothes. You watched him for a moment. Steve was aware as he felt your eyes boring holes into his back. With a smirk, he flexed his muscles as he dug through the cabinets for a shirt. You pushed the comforter off of you and rushed to your room to change.

When you met Steve downstairs, he was leaning against his motorcycle with an extra helmet in his hand. He put it on, making sure it was secure. The motorcycle roared to life and was off without a hitch the minute Steve felt your arms wrapped around him. The drive was fast and quiet until you found yourself at the pier. Not many people were around. You took Steve’s hand in yours and the two of you began to walk around. As you turned down a path, you spotted a small sand volleyball pit— an abandoned ball right under the net.

“Want to play?”

You didn’t really give Steve a chance to say yes or no as you pulled him towards the net. Ever the gentleman, he let you serve first. Your laughs rang out as you and Steve dove for the ball, messed up serves, and tried to take out the other with way too aggressive spikes. He ducked quickly, incredulity all over his face, as he stared at the burnt ball behind him.

“I can’t believe you set it on fire!”

Your nose scrunched up in laughter. Steve ducked under the net and you started to run. You were no match for the supersoldier when he really tried. Effortlessly, Steve caught up to you and scooped you into his arms. You were spun around before being set down on the ground. Time stopped momentarily as the two of you looked at each other. You were both hyperaware of everything.

You could feel every tingle from where Steve’s fingers tapped against your waist. He could feel the weight of your hands locked around the back of his neck and the warmth of your breath as you breathed out to calm yourself. You were wondering if he could hear your heart pounding— he most definitely could. It wasn’t clear who bridged the gap first. But once you were on each other, it was a clash of lips and teeth. The only thing keeping you from tearing each other’s clothes off was the fact you were out in public. Steve gripped you tighter as you tried to pull his body closer despite the fact that you were flush against each other. When you pulled away to breathe, the air was silent but charged. Laughter broke the quiet along with a quick peck.

“Do you want to take this home?”

You couldn’t get to the motorcycle fast enough. The residential floor was surprisingly empty, not that you or Steve were complaining. Now, there was no one to ignore as you made your way to your floor with hushed giggles and heavy petting. He tried to open his room door as he had your body pressed against it, finally relenting in his touches to actually get it open.

Outer layers were shed quickly. You had seen Steve shirtless plenty of times, had even seen his boxers the few times he strolled into the kitchen without wearing any pants. But he had never seen you in underwear. Well, not lacy underwear— only the black sports bras and briefs when you had to shed your suit to get an injury fixed. He took his time and let his eyes roam your entire body. You got tired of him trying to savor the moment and practically launched yourself at him to bring his lips to yours.

The kiss became slower as you two got closer to the bed. Everything became slower. As Alphas, you and Steve had similar styles when it came to sex. With most people, it was fast and for relief. That wasn’t what either of you wanted, not in that moment. There would be plenty of times for that later. It was intimate, both of you determined to memorize every part of each other. You came down from your highs and stayed connected for a few minutes— Steve resting on top of you felt like a weighted blanket. He kissed the spot between your eyebrows before pulling out and rolling off of you. His hand brushed your fingers as you started to get up.

“You took care of me earlier, let me take care of you.”

He let you go get a towel from his bathroom. He went from a small side smile to a smirk as he watched you walk away with a little limp in your gait. The water for the tub started to run. Steve made himself useful and went to change the seats while you prepared the bath. After cleaning yourself up, you wiped down Steve and discarded the washcloth somewhere in the room. The water was filled a little too high, splashing over the sides when both of you settled in the tub.

“I want you to move in with me,” Steve said as he got out.

He grabbed the largest, fluffiest towel he owned— stolen from your linen closet— and wrapped you in it. Your faced was smothered in it as he dried you off. Steve laughed when your head popped up from under the fabric with your face scrunched up.

“What’s that face for?”

“I have the duplex suite.”

“Yeah, why is that?”

“Tony likes me better, Capsicle.”

Steve groaned at the name, barely tolerating when Tony called him that. You stuck your tongue out before your lips curled up into a devilish smile. You wrapped the towel tightly around you, tucking the ends in so it would stay up.

“I think we should have Fury change your name to Capsicle. Let’s go ask him.”

Before Steve could process, you were out the door. He had to grab a towel, giving you a headstart. He heard your feet scramble down the stairs. The team heard the laughter before they saw you. Everyone’s heads turned to see your towel get pulled back by Steve and you returned to his arms. The sight was sweet to them, especially you looking truly happy for the first time since they had learned about the dynamic change.

“We could have our own little apartment since we can’t just leave the tower if we take the duplex,” you whispered.

“Doll. As long as you’re in my bed I don’t really care which room we’re in.”

Before you two could kiss again and put on a show for the team, the elevator dinged. No one would dare come up to the residential suites so late except for two people— Nick and Sharon. And those were the exact two people that entered. The tick of Sharon’s jaw wasn’t missed as she spotted you and Steve behind the couches in just your towels but she didn’t say anything.

“Sorry to interrupt the relaxation,” Nick said as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“No you’re not,” Tony said which earned him an elbow to the rib by Nat.

“Anyway, you all have a mission. It’s going to take all night to get there. You guys leave now. Hill is loading the quinjet with coordinates, meet her in five at the helipad. And if (Y/L/N) and Captain Rogers want to find some clothes, that would be be appreciated.”

He turned and exited without another word. Sharon dropped the files on the table and waited on the couch while the team left to go change.

(Part 9)...

#alpha!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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