#ima put a warning just in case

[peaktora]

𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍˚◞♡ ⃗ dad!satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ instead of sleeping, satoru and your daughter argue over what to name her stuffed dragon.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊1.9k words. established relationship (#married). the toddler dialogue is purposefully not structured correctly since it’s words from a toddler. fem!reader. intended lowercase. warning: you will wish you had a kid with gojo after reading this.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚.┊this was gonna be a basic thought post, but i got more and more interested in the concept and was like “y’know what? fuck it, ima just make this into a full fic.” so here we are with a more full look at dad!gojo <3.

satoru mumbles, "but i think he likes being called spike,” and it's obvious that he's sulking. you don't even have to look up from your book to confirm it.

“well, you don't know him like i do!” your daughter replies, tucking herself into your side.

you flip through the picture book's pages fast, just getting brief glances of its colorful illustrations. unicorns, dragons, knights, and princesses decorated the pages. after turning the last page, you sigh and put the book down on the nightstand. despite the fact that the book was designed for toddlers, it actually looked interesting. you just know you would love to read it to your toddler. you can imagine yourself reading it to her, seeing the excitement on her face as she explores the world of fantasy—her absolute favorite genre.

but unfortunately, that image in your head will have to wait for another day, because her attention? is completely taken by the debate between her and her father.

how the argument started is beyond you. just ten minutes ago, you and satoru were snuggled up on your daughter’s bed, trying to read her to sleep. and now? satoru and her are in a heated debate over what to name her stuffed dragon. it's tough not to be amazed at how something so easy can become so complicated with him.

"i bought him, drove him around in my car, and wrapped him up in a cute little box for you. i think we know each other pretty well.” satoru smiles and reaches across the bed for the dragon.

“nuh-uh! he not even like you!” your toddler, with her tiny hands and puffed cheeks, clutches her stuffed dragon tightly against her chest. the plushie, its vibrant green scales and friendly eyes, seemed to come alive in her hold.

he retreats back to his seat on the edge of your daughter's bed, his lips curled into a frown as he asks, "how come?"

her mouth opens, then closes again. you look away for a moment to give satoru a look of disapproval, and by the time you return your attention to her, her brows are already starting to furrow. she mumbles under her breath, "because," running her small fingers around the plush dragon’s ear. she looks to be at a loss for words, as if she hasn't come up with an answer to satoru's question.

but that's okay, since you—happily, do.

"because you’re taking his time away from storytime. and satoru, in case you didn't know? when it's time to go to bed, we have storytime.”

your daughter looks up, her face beaming as she screams, "yup! and mommy picks the super-duper bestest stories ever!"

satoru gasps, his eyes never leaving yours as he rises from his bed and holds his chest. "baby, who's side are you on?"

you roll your eyes, "i'm just sa—"

"oh, sweetheart," he mumbles as he rushes around the corner of the bed, his movements quick to reach your side. without wasting a second, he rests a palm on your forehead, checking your temperature with a clear look of false concern. concerned people don’t have to hold back the urge to smile. actually, they don't have a smile at all—but for some reason, satoru does, and he's terrible at hiding it. "are you sick? having some hallucinations? is that why you've decided to side with enemy?”

your daughter giggles, and it only feeds satoru's act.

he turns his head towards the source of the giggles. a playful pout forms on his lips as he teasingly asks, "or did this little munchkin of ours use her princess magic to change your mind? she has a way of doing that to me sometimes, y’know."

his free hand reaches towards your toddler, fingers wiggling in anticipation. as his fingers make contact with your little one's soft, ticklish skin, even more giggles slip past her lips.

she tries to squirm away from his touch, but that's when he adds another hand to the tickle fest, and all chance of escape is gone. at that point, she visibly gives up, curling into herself to try to halt her dad’s tickling.

“i-i don’t have powers, daddy!” you daughter manages to stifle out through her laughs. you smile at the sound—it’s one you'll never get tired of hearing.

"you can't be a princess without powers! every princess has powers!"

“i-i'm n-not a princess though!“

satoru's fingers pause in their spot, his eyes widening in disbelief. "not a princess? how on earth can that even be?"

you’re sure if she needed him to, he could easily write an entire book about how she’s a princess.

he scoops her up from her place next to you, careful not to let her dangling legs hit you in the process. she lands on his hip, her eyes fixated on him as he lovingly whispers, "you're daddy's little princess!" he pauses, then adds, "and mommy is the queen, so that makes me—"

“the king?”

“you’re just so smart, huh? see, a perfect quality of a princess.”

“but princesses have dragons! big ones with so many pretty colors and names! they go—“ she cuts herself off and raises her tiny arms high. with a wide smile on her face, she takes a deep breath and lets out a loud roar.

satoru nods and smiles warmly at her, "oh, i see...well, y’know what? not all princesses have dragons.”

she tilts her head, and you awe at the sight. “they don’t?”

"nope," he says, taking her tiny hand in his, wrapping it securely around his finger. he lightly massages the back of her hand, and it’s soothing—scratch that, reassuring. you can tell from the way your daughter leans her head on his shoulder, tucking herself in the crook of his neck. "you don't need a dragon to be a princess. you're my princess ‘cause you're kind, smart, and full of love. i'd say that's all you need to be one."

"really?" she asks, waiting for his nod before continuing. "okay…but i still want a dragon."

"i get it, munchkin," he hums as he takes the dragon plushie from the bed. "we still haven't figured out a name for this guy, hm?"

“nuh-uh!”

“he looks like his power is being super cuddly. he's so cuddly that he puts you right to sleep…how ‘bout…fluffy?"

“ew.”

“fluffy sounds cute, no?”

"but dragons aren't cute. daddy, they breathe fire."

"wel—" satoru begins, but your daughter interrupts.

“his name should be fireball!”

“satoru, she does have a point,” you assert.

she really did. it was a dragon, not something adorable, but something that’s usually thought of as a villain—or a protector. athough deep down, a part of you just wanted this little debate to finally wrap up so you could finally catch some much-needed sleep.

“i thought i took away all of her princess magic?” satoru frowns, "stop siding with the enemy!"

you can't help but snort at his comment. mostly because, for whatever reason, he’s taking this dispute very seriously. so seriously that he doesn't seem to notice you're trying to do anything to finally get to bedtime. "baby i was just sa—"

"who says this dragon had to breathe fire anyways?" he interrupts.

when your toddler goes to respond, it hits you. "what about fluffy fireball?" you mention. it's a perfect combination of the two. well, okay, maybe not a “perfect” combination, but it's good enough to finish this debate.

if you weren't so tired, you’d stop and ogle the way they ask "huh?" in sync.

you shrug, "well, why not? he is pretty fluffy and spits out fire. there can’t be a better name than that."

your daughter holds out the dragon, looks at it for a while, then brings it up to her ear.

she gives the impression that he’s nodding his head before hushedly saying, "got it." she then turns back to face you and yells confidently, "fluffy fireball agrees!”

"well, i don't agree," satoru huffs. "the name is way too long an—"

“satoru.”

“but—“

"satoru," you say more firmly, and his shoulders sink as he mumbles "okay" beneath his breath.

your daughter lets out a yawn, and your eyes are immediately drawn to her. you signal for satoru to come over to the bed, and he does, bending down to your level.

“is my girl sleepy?”

"um," she pauses and looks at her dragon. "just a little bit."

"i can tell," you say, gently rubbing her back. you sneak a quick glance at your husband, and he looks the other way because he knows it's way past her bedtime. you sit up next to her ear and murmur, "i think fluffy fireball is ready to go to sleepy-time."

she gives the dinosaur a look before asking him, "y’wanna sleep with me?” then, she shakes the dinosaur's head up and down before exclaiming, "okay!"

you watch as she leaps out of satoru’s arms, and plops down on the bed. the room fills with giggles and the creaking of the bed as she scampers towards the middle. once she's next to you, she settles in and gets comfortable.

you can't help but smile as you see her tiny hands reaching out, playfully fluffing the pillows around her. then finally, with a satisfied sigh, she snuggles under the covers, cocooning herself in warmth.

she sets her dragon on her left side, making sure her loyal companion is there to do his job and look after her (the princess). it’s cute really. however, if that dragon becomes even a little bit too comfortable with the job, you know satoru will undoubtedly compete for the position. he'd say, "it can't just show up one day and take my job," or something along those lines. knowing him, he might even contemplate throwing it away—who knows.

you’re jolted out of your trance when your daughter asserts to her dinosaur, "you can sleep on daddies side, he snores."

satoru gasps, “i do not—“

“yes you do!”

“when have i eve—“

"guys," you sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion in your voice. you cast a glance at both of them, making sure you have their undivided attention before pressing on. "c'mon, let's all take a breather and save the debate about your dad's snoring for tomorrow, okay?"

"but mommy, tell him he snores!" she whines. "he goes—" she cuts herself off to mimic satoru's snoring, and his face is priceless.

"now that’s just rude. how can you speak to me so coldly?” satoru scurries underneath the covers on the side of the dragon. and just like that, your daughter and her dragon are nestled between the two of you.

“this’ll be settled in a family meeting tomorrow. you two have already had one debate today. so right now? lets all go to bed.” you declare, then nestle deeper beneath the covers, closing your eyes.

as the voices of saddened "okays" and "alrights" blend together, a collective sigh fills the room. the sound of a click follows, and even with your eyes closed, the absence of light is unmistakable. it makes you feel even more exhausted than before.

you feel satoru’s arm slide around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. meanwhile, your daughter stirs slightly, searching for a more comfortable position in the cozy space between the two of you. you can feel her movements, her small body nestled snugly against yours.

you snuggle impossibly closer to your pillow, and take a deep breath.

silence, that’s what follows—and it’s nothing but peaceful. that is, until satoru bursts out laughing. "i don't snore," he blurts out into the darkness, his voice filled with mischief. "i just provide a little background music for the night."

it's at this point that you decide to be extremely biased at the family meeting tomorrow. he’s not winning a damn thing.

#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ˋก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ #i think this is the cutest scenario i’ve came up with #and the best part is that it’s 100% cannon (bc i said so) #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo angst #gojo x you #gojo headcanons #gojo scenarios #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen headcanons

[sleep-paralysis-buddy]

Want

Jim Hopper x Reader

Warnings: smut, age gap, size kink slightly, praise, foul language, Jim being fucking oblivious.

Hoppers old.

Or getting there at least.

And he knows it.

   But somehow you're still here in his bed, your youthful cheek squished against his chest, your arm thrown around his middle that he knows isn't as toned as it used to be. 'A Dad bod,' you'd called it. Said it was hot. He'd just rolled his eyes, giving your ass a playful swat.

   You'd met when you began secretary work at the police station. It was a long, pining heavy minute before he ever approached you romantically. You'd flirted with him, or tried, but he couldn't possibly fathom someone as young and vibrant as you wanting him. He'd tried to avoid you, despite working so closely together. That all changed one night when he had to stay late to do paperwork, and you'd volunteered to stay behind to help. He'd tried insisting you go home, telling you he'd take care of it, saying you should get some rest. But you'd stayed, helpfully pointing out that it'd go twice as fast with 2 people.

   So there he was, 1am with the prettiest girl to give him any attention in a long time, your thigh bumping his under the table. He crosses his legs. Partially to put space between the two of you, partially to hide the growing tent at the front of his pants.

The view you'd given him wasn't helping. The white button down you wore was slightly undone at top, unbuttoned in you're frustration, allowing him a view of your breasts swelling past the top of your bra everytime you bent to retrieve your dropped pen.

   You're barely through half the stack of reports and files when you suddenly stand and lean across him, your hair in his face, your chest brushing his arm.

   'Sorry Cheif, just looking for the notes that go with this case,' you explained, flipping through the stack. He let out an involuntary groan, the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses, his cock straining painfully against his pants. If you heard, you never let on, finding the folder you were looking for and sitting back down. Looking back now, the memory makes him chuckle, wondering how he'd been so oblivious to your advances.

   'I'm gonna..ima run to my office quick,' he said, standing and turning quickly, 'left some notes somewhere in my desk. Might be a minute.'

   'O-oh! Take your time!' You told him, but you looked-and it had to be his mind playing tricks on him-disappointed? He shook his head as he hurried off to his office, quickly shutting the door behind him, fumbling with his belt, desperate for some relief from the pressure. He fell back into his chair, giving his throbbing cock a couple long pumps.

   'Fuuuck,' he breathed, precum leaking out of the angry red tip and onto his fingers. He used it to glide his hand over himself with ease, moaning as he imagined it was your spit, your pretty lips wrapped around him, bobbing your head up and down, those big innocent eyes staring into his. Your name tumbles from his mouth, sweet on his tongue.

   Just as he felt his release rising in him, there was a knock on the door.

His door.

That he forgot to lock.

    There was no time to stuff himself back into his pants before you're opening the door and peaking your head in, so he just spun his chair to face front, hiding his lap under his desk.

   'Hop? Everything good? You find those papers?' You asked, knitting your eyebrows together, making him want to kiss the bump that formed between them.

   'Oh, yea, no, sorry,' he said a little too quickly, 'I uh, I think Flow might have had them last, but she keeps her desk locked at night. No big deal.' He shrugged, wishing you'd take his explanation and leave. He was still exposed under his desk, twitching, his release still sitting on the brink.

   Instead of leaving, you stride into the room, shutting the door behind you, 'maybe they're still in here. Here, lemme che-,' you'd walked around the edge of his desk and he'd nearly jumped to stop you.

   'No! That's REALLY ok, it doesn't matt-,' he didn't speak quickly enough, watching in horror as you shut the drawer open next him, finally exposing his dirty secret to yourself. He braced himself, ready for you to scream, ready for you to call him a dirty old man, a pig, ready for the profanities to spill like venom from the mouth he'd wished so many times to kiss.

   But it never came. You just stood there, your mouth open in a small O shape, your clear and intelligent eyes wide.

   'I'm so sorry,' he breathed, and moved to pull his pants back up, his face cherry red, 'God, I'm sorry, please-' you stopped him in his tracks, resting your small, soft hand on one of his large calloused ones. You bit your lip and looked up through your lashes at him, and he swears he's never wanted anyone or anything like he did in that moment.

   'I thought- thought you-,' you spoke softly, fumbling over your words, and then you whispered 'I thought you didn't want me.'

   He pulled you forward by your waist at this, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing out shakily, 'you have no idea how long I've wanted...' He trailed off, brushing his hands lightly over both sides of your face, like you're delicate and precious, like he could break you if he touched you too hard.

He wanted to break you.

   'Can- can I?' He looked at your lips as he asked his half question. He didn't need to finish. You knew what he meant because you wanted the same thing. You nodded slowly and bit your lip again. He threw  his head back and whispered a curse under his breath, and sighed, 'let me do that for you.'

   He kissed you softly at first, his pointer finger and thumb tilting your head by your chin. And then he got hungrier, greedier. He kissed you like you were fresh air and he was a man drowning, his fingers digging so hard into your sides that you could imagine his fingerprints bruising onto your skin, his teeth nipping the soft flesh. He kissed down your jaw and neck, his stubble scratching and tickling your skin in just the right way, and you moaned, digging your nails into his back. He pulled you down onto his thigh, one leg on each side of his, the pressure and friction on your clit making you dizzy.

   'So damn beautiful,' he said it against your skin, like it pained him, and it did. In his mind, this was a fluke. There was no way you'd want him more than once. Sex with an older man, that's all it was. Just a taboo to you.

   So when you ran your hands down his chest and sang his praises, he thought he was going to melt right then and there.

   He put his hands on your hips and began guiding you on his thigh, relishing the way your eyes flit back into your head. 'Yeah sweet girl? Feel good? Come on, ride my thigh, get yourself nice and wet for me. That's a good girl' he growled the last part, ripping open your shirt, the snap buttons coming open with a loud CLACK. He bent his head and softly kissed your chest, sucking and leaving hickeys anywhere that wasn't covered by your bra.

   As if reading his mind, you reached around and undid the clasp, letting both your shirt and your bra fall off your shoulders. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at you. The moonlight from the window behind him illuminating your skin, your head thrown back and your eyes shut tight as you ground yourself onto him. The need to be close to you was settled in his very bones, every fiber of his being wanted you like an addict wants a drug.

   He had so much he wanted to do. He wanted to sit you on the desk and bury his face between the pillowy thighs he so often found himself daydreaming about. Wanted to see you bruising your knees for him, your eyes glassy while he hits the back of your throat. But all that could wait. He needed you too badly to take his time, to worship your body like the alter it was to him.

   'Want me pumpkin? Hm? Need me to stretch you out good? Make you feel full?' He purred, brushing the hair from your face. You could hardly answer, your mind already so scrambled for him, babbling your pleas and cries.

   He lifted you by your thighs, his hands finding home on your ass under your skirt as he held you above him, ready to lower you down onto him. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched you in wonder, his head falling forwards and into the crook your neck as you lowered yourself onto him, your tightness wrapping around him, ripping a loud, full moan from his throat. He helped you bounce, keeping you upright as you fucked yourself onto him, kissing him hard and deliberately.

   'Jus' like that honey. Fuck, you're so good. Wanted you for so long. Drive me absolutely insane,' you felt him say against your lips. He hugged you tight to him, one hand cradling the back of your head, and bucked his hips up into yours, holding you and cooing sweet praises as he used you, just like he always wanted to. The amount of times he'd imagined this exact scenario at night, when the only one to keep him company was his hand, was uncountable.

   He could feel his orgasam rising again already, and he would have been disappointed in himself if he couldn't feel you reaching your own breaking point.

   'Gonna cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum for your Police Cheif like a good little whore?' Oh, he was loving this. 'Where do you want it baby? Where do you want me to cum? All over that pretty face? On those perfect tits of yours?'

   You're were panting, your face pressed to his shoulder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

   'Jim- I,' you stumbled over your words, moaning as he hit your sweet spot over and over again, 'pill. Have the pill.'

   His head spun, 'yea? Want me to fill you up with my cum? I wanna see it leaking all over those perfect fucking thighs of yours, oh FU-' he almost loses himself to his own words, hips slamming messily against your ass.

   'Cum for me princess. That's it, be a good girl, scream it for me.'

   And you did, your release white hot. You pulled down the collar of his shirt, biting his shoulder, leaving teeth marks he was still admiring in the mirror the next day.

   He followed you closely, shooting thick, hot ropes inside of you, moaning and cursing, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you shook against him.

   'Did so good f'me honey. Made me cum so hard. God,'  he buried his face in your neck and breathed in, high off the scent of you and him mixed together.

  

Now, as you stir against him, whining softly in your sleep when he kisses your forehead because he just can't help himself, he smiles softly.

   He might be old, but damn do you love him. And if a few gray hairs don't bother you, then he can keep coping with it.

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #hopper #hopper stranger things #hopper x reader #hopper smut #jim hopper x reader smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x y/n #jim hopper x fem!reader #jim hopper x afab!reader #jim hopper smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things smut #strangers things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[flowering-thought]

kindly elaborate on jealous, possessive sex with makoto...... i genuinely need to know how that man will make it known to you that you’re his....... i want to know how riled up he gets and what’re the consequences of that.... let’s just say that what if his darling has a close guy friend, theyre genuinely just friends but sometimes the green eyed monster (jealousy) makes itself known ... and then what..... how will he go on about it... i know it’s also mentioned that makoto is definitely a jealous and possessive type......... my head is rotting thinking abt this........ pleath elaborate more on this igenuinely have no thoughts, head empty bc of this..... my brain is gone.... if i was a man, im not thinking with my brain, but with my dick..... it’s that serious - 🍙

Oh dear, how about let's do some Jealousy Sex headcanons hm? That way maybe we can satisfy you <3

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, oral sex, semi-public, manipulation, non-con????(idk if it's really noncon but ima just put this here just in case)

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Makoto Kawahara

Jealous Sex Headcannons

• Makoto is mostly fine with you having friends. If he has to he'll blackmail them if they say anything out of line or try to put negative ideas in your head.

• But your precious guy friend? A man that he doesn't trust in the slightest? Any man that isn't his family? A man that he knows gets to hear you laugh and make you laugh and has most definitely had feelings for you at something in the past? A man?

• He hates it. Every time you are about to go out to meet him to buy something or need advice he gets really jealous and tries to stop you.

• There are two ways he'll try to stop you and that's by either guilting you into trying to stay home with him so that the two of you could go shopping later. He tries his best to convince you and sometimes you end up staying. It's a 50/50 chance of success for him.

• And sometimes he just gets so jealous he can't help but hold your wrist before you leave and begin to kiss you, making out with you and leaving kisses down your neck. Occasionally it works and makes you stay home but those rare times it doesn't there's always a fresh hickie on your neck in plain sight that you won't be able to catch till you meet up with your friend.

• But let's say one day he just can't take it. He gets so upset and jealous sometimes that he doesn't listen to you and drops to his knees in the hallway of the front door. He has a look on his face that you hardly see and he grasps your thighs before taking off whatever bottoms you're wearing.

• He then forces your back against the wall before he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, your legs hanging off around his back as he starts his assault on your folds and thighs, leaving marks and small bites along your thighs.

• He'll start sucking your clit, being a little rough as he looks up at you with a slight jealous glare, and he watches your face to see when you're about to cum. When he gets you close he stops, stands up, and sets your legs down before he zips his pants open and lets his cock free.

• He then lifts you back up, putting your arms around his neck before making your legs clasp onto his hips, he uses one of his free hands to hold onto you and thrusts his hips a bit to tease his cock against your entrance. He hasn't said a thing as he unlocks your phone with his other free hand and texts the man out of your sight, saying that something came up but that they could hang out at Makotos place.

• Once he did that and the message was sent, he deleted it and tossed your phone into your purse where it was. He knew the door was unlocked since he grabbed you before you could leave.

• He knew it would be foolish but as long as he kept you moaning and blissed out you wouldn't notice in the slightest.

• And then after a couple of minutes of teasing in one single thrust he hit right at your cervix, letting you adjust for another minute before keeping a hand on your ass and another on your hip, keeping his pace as he fucked you in the entrance hallway.

• He held you up and made sure your back faced the door as he let out grunts into your ear and kept you moaning when he kept the pace up. Occasionally he'd get real close and grind against your clit when he was fully inside you-

• He could feel it when you came on his cock, your juices running down his legs as he kept up his pace, hoping to overstimulate you before he heard the door peak open and saw a head peek through the door, about to call out before he saw you clinging onto Makoto for dear life-

• Your soft moans and breaths in-between thrusts were loud enough and when Makoto saw the look of horror on his face he smirked and kept going, reaching his own climax at the mere sight of his face. He was glad you didn't notice and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck to leave a kiss and glare at the man in the doorway.

• He knew your friend would never tell you for there's no way to bring it up and he quickly took a step back from the door before leaving. Makoto had the biggest smirk on his face as he walked over and put you against the door to close it fully before he came, finally reaching that high as he locked the door behind you and gave you the softest smile.

"How about we go cuddle hm? I knit a super soft blanket out of that huge yarn that would be perfect to cuddle in hm?" He mentioned, smiling as he kissed your cheek and started to walk to the couch, keeping himself in as he allowed you to slowly recover from the passionate sex.

#.makoto_kawahara_♡ #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #chubby reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male #yandere smut #yandere lemon #semi public sex

[britany1997]

Hey it’s me!! 😁 just wanted to say keep up the amazing work and if you don’t mind, ima throw in a request! If you don’t feel like doing it, feel free to delete it! We do share a favorite, that’s for sure, paul! However do you write for Paul x reader x marko? If so here’s what I have (totally can just write for one too. Doesn’t have to be both! Like your rules said, have open artistic freeedom!) :) >

Paul x rocker fem! reader x marko? Maybe like a woman who loves rock but definitely dressed to impress? Like a blinged out jacket and leather skirt? Huge! Huge hair! (Kinda self projecting aha-) but would love to have like a blasting bike ride? Have blaring music riding down a Santa Carla high way on the back with one of their bikes just being terrors on the road? Being ahem ✨bike candy✨ or ✨backseat princess✨

And a spicy idea— maybe RIDING *wink wink* one of them while they ride their bike? Or sit on the bike. However? Just sounds like some shit they’d do. But really it’s open to you. I’m just projecting some ideas I’ve had for a while!

Love the visual of them all standing at a gas station like ✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍 🏍️all filling up their bikes and just jingling subtly with all the jewelry and chains.

So sorry this got long. LOL! But again keep up the great work and I’ll always support you boo! 💗💗

Passenger Princess

Hey bestie🫶 thanks so much for the encouragement, you’re so sweet🥹 this was so fun to write! Hope you love it💕

Paul x Fem reader x Marko

Reblog or comment to support my writing:)

Warnings: Smut minors DNI, fingering, nipple play, riding (fucking on the bike while it’s on) biting, cum eating, p n v sex, think that’s it

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You squealed, bouncing on the back of Marko’s bike as he sailed over yet another bump in the road. You brought your hands closer together, tightening your grip around his waist. Vampires weren’t exactly the most cautious drivers, and you weren’t wearing a helmet.

Your boys had tried, but you’d refused. You spent way too much on hairspray to have your masterpiece ruined by helmet hair.

Marko had rolled his eyes at your protesting, but Paul had understood.

“It’s hard work keeping up with a mane like this,” he’d pleaded your case while fixing his own glorious hairstyle into place.

You almost regretted it when Marko hit a huge pothole, but nothing beat the feeling of the salty sea wind blowing through your locks while you zoomed through Santa Carla at night.

Marko turned towards you a bit when he felt your grip tighten around him. “Gonna stop to fuel up soon bella ragazza,” he promised.

You nodded back and leaned your head against his back as he sped.

The hum of the motor died down as Marko pulled to a stop at a pump. It wasn’t long before Paul rode up to the other side.

“Hey slowpoke, was wondering if you’d make it here before morning,” Marko teased.

“Ha ha.” Paul replied, “had to drive behind ya so I’d catch her if she flew off the bike Evel Knievel.”

He dismounted and strode over to your side as Marko began to fill up his tank. You moved to slide off but Paul picked you up before you could.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as he spun around with you in his arms.

“Princess like you shouldn’t have her feet touchin’ the ground baby, we’re gonna carry you everywhere,” he promised as he rubbed his nose against yours.

You blushed at Paul’s sweet talk, “yeah you’re a real prince Paulie, you gonna put me down now?”

Marko shoved the fuel dispenser back into place before stealing you from Paul. “Serious baby,” he smiled as he held you, “let us take care of our pretty little rockstar yeah?”

Your face flushed a deeper red while Paul pouted at his suddenly empty arms. “Not cool bud,” he mumbled.

“Go fill up your bike Paulie,” Marko teased as he placed you back on his motorcycle.

His hands fell to your knees as he pulled them apart and moved to stand between your legs. You let out a tiny gasp at his sudden closeness.

Marko leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he began to toy with the hem of your jet black skirt. He licked your ear, forcing a whimper from your full lips.

“Love you in a skirt dolcezza,” he placed his hands on your thighs, pushing up the skirt so it bunched around your hips.

“Marko,” you warned, “people will see…”

Marko quirked a brow as he took one of his hands from your hips and reached under your skirt. A gasp fell from your lips.

“See what baby?” he asked as you fought to keep a moan from spilling out, “see me standin’ in front of you? Can’t see anything else from this angle,” he pulled your soaked panties to the side and pushed a finger into you. You took in a sharp breath.

Paul waved frantically, causing your head to turn as Marko crooked his finger inside you. “I dunno guys, I’m seeing a lot more than standing from over here,” he mocked.

“Jealous,” Marko sing-songed.

Paul crossed his arms, his lip jutting out as he leaned back against the pump.

You reached out for him, your other hand wrapped around Marko’s shoulder. “Need you too Paulie,” you breathed between whimpers and moans as Marko pushed another finger into you, swiping his thumb across your swollen clit.

If Paul had a tail it’d be wagging. His smile stretched from ear to ear. He came up behind you, pulling off your deep purple leather jacket and sliding his hands under your top. “Thought you’d never ask honey,” he whispered in your ear.

“Hey Paulie,” Marko smirked as he continued to toy with you.

“Hey Marko,” Paul replied as he leaned forward.

Marko’s lips met his, both boys pressing their bodies against yours as they shared a sensual kiss.

The sight, combined with Marko stroking your clit, and Paul circling your nipples threw you over the edge. Your head fell back onto Paul’s shoulder as you coated Marko’s hands with your release.

Marko smiled into Paul’s lips as he felt your legs shake. He pulled away from Paul before withdrawing his fingers from you with a pop. You whimpered.

He sucked his middle finger clean, “mmm so sweet baby,” he said, kissing your forehead, “wanna taste Paulie?” he held out his hand to Paul.

“You know I do,” Paul replied as he leaned forward and sucked the rest of you off of Marko’s pointer finger.

“Taste so good honey,” Paul whispered in your ear, “that’s why I call ya sugar,” he winked.

Your head turned towards him with a lazy smile, “you’re pretty sweet yourself Paulie,” you pecked his lips, “you too,” you pecked Marko’s.

“But I’m gonna spend the rest of our joyride with sticky thighs, so not fair,” you pouted.

Marko’s angelic face turned devilish as a smirk spread across his lips, “can’t have that now can we bella?”

He kneeled in front of you as Paul held your waist from behind. Your hands found their place in Marko’s curly hair, pulling lightly as he licked your thighs clean.

When he finished he smoothed your skirt back into place and put his head on your lap, “can’t get enough of you pretty girl.”

You couldn’t stop the blush that rose to your cheeks, they knew exactly what to say to make your heart race.

Paul cleared his throat from behind, “speaking of not gettin’ enough, I think maybe I deserve to have ya on my bike the rest of the night.”

You giggled, “ok Paulie, whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want? How bout I take you for a ride then?”

You shot him a confused look, “Isn’t that what you just said?”

He smirked, “no babe, I’m takin you on my bike, but I’d also like to take you on my bike, ya know?”

Your lips parted in shock.

“Betcha wish you had that helmet now, huh babe?” Marko teased.

You hesitated, but the proposition made your thighs clench. “What if we crash?”

Paul’s face turned serious, “sugar I wanna make you feel good, I would never let anything happen to you,” he promised, “if you’re not comfortable, say the word and I’ll just drive you around, it’s whatever you want baby.”

You bit your lip, “no…I want to,” you told him, your voice heavy with desire, “I trust you.”

He smiled and kissed you softly, “I’ll take real good care of you babe I promise.”

He slithered around to your front, wrapping his hands around your thighs and squeezing lightly. He moved down and slid his hands up your skirt, rolling down your panties and stuffing them in Marko’s back pocket.

“Paul,” you breathed in shock.

“Just woulda gotten in the way sugar,” Paul winked as he squeezed Marko’s ass.

You smiled as your wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He slipped his hands under your thighs and carried you to his bike, placing you down towards the front of the seat.

You turned slightly to reach out and unbuckle paul’s belt, much to his surprise. You winked, “it’d just get in the way.”

He smiled and kissed you as he took over for you, turning you back to face the handlebars before freeing himself from his jeans and mounting the bike behind you. He flicked the kickstand up, but before he could start the engine, you gasped.

His brow furrowed and he leaned around to your side, “what’s wrong baby?”

“My jacket…” you pouted.

“Got it!” Marko called from his bike, holding it up for you to see, “don’t worry dolcezza, I know a thing or two about keeping a jacket safe,” he teased.

You smiled, “let’s ride.”

Paul smirked, “don’t gotta tell me twice.”

He reved the engine, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your body. You squeaked.

Paul laughed softly, “don’t get too excited, not even inside you yet honey.”

You couldn’t see him behind you, but you knew he was smirking. You rolled your eyes.

You gripped the handlebars, your hands sandwiched in between Paul’s so he could steer. He kissed your cheek before taking off down the road, Marko not far behind.

Paul pressed into you slowly as he maneuvered the bike.

You moaned as you felt the familiar stretch of him. You pushed back onto his throbbing cock.

He was half way in when he popped a wheelie, knocking a gasp from your lips and causing you to slide down on his dick until he was balls deep inside you.

“Paul!” you screamed, half in shock and half in pleasure.

He kissed your cheek in apology, “sorry sugar, couldn’t wait, you feel too good,” he moaned, “god you’re so warm, and wet, and tight. Fuck. Love this pretty little pussy more than anything. Love you more than anything.” His praise sent shivers through you.

He bit down on your shoulder as he began to move in and out of you slowly, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, careful not to give you too much all at once.

Moans, gasps, and whimpers fell from your lips as Paul fucked you gently.

After awhile, he pulled a hand from the steering wheel and pushed you towards the fuel tank, pressing you clit up against it. He twisted the throttle, causing the bike to speed up and the tank to vibrate harder.

“Fuck Paul,” you moaned loudly as you felt the vibrations rip through you.

“Mmm feel good baby?” he whispered as he rolled his hips into you roughly, stroking the spongey spot deep inside you. You both moaned in unison as his movements caused you to clench down around him.

“Close sugar?” he asked, his voice strained and thick with arousal.

“Yeah,” you breathed in reply, “you?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “cum with my baby, coat my dick for me,” he said as he roughly hit your g spot once more.

That sent you tumbling over the edge and you fell apart on his cock. He moaned your name as he came inside you, filling you up.

As he came down from his high, Paul pulled over to let you catch your breath. As soon as his kickstand went down, you collapsed forward on the motorcycle, exhausted. Your cum and his leaking out of you onto the seat.

He chuckled and gathered you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest. “You with me baby?” he asked as he pushed sweaty strands of hair from your face.

“Yeah,” you sighed wistfully, “let’s do that again sometime.”

Paul laughed, “whenever you want babe, just say the word.”

Marko pulled to a stop next to the two of you. “How’s she doin?” he asked.

“She’s great,” you replied, “maybe ready to head home.”

Marko’s lips pulled up into a smile, “sounds good, but first…”

He stole you from Paul and set you down on his bike seat, legs facing him.

“First what?” you asked confused.

“Gotta take care of those sticky thighs again bella,” Marko winked as he kneeled down in front of you.

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Italian words:

Bella Ragazza- beautiful girl

Bella- beautiful

Dolcezza- sweetness

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[strniohoeee]

Racketeer

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates that Chris packs heat when they go out, but what happens one night when he may need it?🗣️

Warnings⚠️: Chris has that pewpew on him. This is pure self indulgence for my friend and I. I was thinking about the podcast where Chris said if he didn’t have Nick or Matt he’d def be drinking and smoking and doing bad shit. So I made Chris a “hoodrat”. I’m from NY, so we always say hoodrat. If you’re offended uhhh my bad?? Idk this is normal slang for me

Song for the imagine: Sweetheart- Pop Smoke feat. Fivio Foreign

You see my face, you better move

Bullets flyin’ through the room

They want static, I’m in the mood

To say Chris was always ready for whatever would be an understatement. Chris was always packing heat, and to be honest I hated it.

He always told me it was for protection in case anyone got funny around him or me, but I never liked the idea of my man potentially hurting someone.

I adored him for wanting to protect me, but also that put a target on my back. Especially since everyone in Boston knew Chris and I. And they especially knew the crew Chris ran with.

I always brought this up to him, and he would go back to saying that, that was the reason he carried at all costs. When I met Chris we were in high school, and he was always hanging with the wrong crowd, but he never had enemies. I fell in love with him for who he was when he wasn’t around his hooligan friends, but when we left high school, and I realized this was his lifestyle I just came to terms with it

“Chris I don’t think you should have that on you” I told him as we were getting ready to go out to a club

“Nah. Just in case someone wanna breathe loud near my woman. Ima boom his face off” he said

“Sweet of you to want to protect me, but can’t you just fist fight” I told him

“Baby, the life I live they don’t play fair. I gotta carry” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Man I really wish you’d stop hanging around those asshole” I said back

“Come onnn don’t speak like that” he said kissing me

“I’m serious Christopher. You should really have gone to school, or do something with your creativity so you wouldn’t be having to have a strap on you wherever we go” I said scolding him

“Listen mama, I promise I’m going to get us out of this lifestyle” he said hugging me from behind

“Okay Christopher” I said rolling my eyes at him

Chris and I had gone to a small club downtown that his friends were raving about. We hadn’t been to a club in a while, and we really wanted to go out and have some fun

We got to the club and got a table, and ordered some drinks. We were all chilling and laughing here and there. Chris and I had danced to a few songs

I was at the bar closing the tab, and handing over Chris’ card to the bartender, when a guy came over and tried to speak to me

“How are you tonight?” He asked

“I’m fine” I said not even looking at him

“What’s wrong pretty lady?” He asked trying to touch me

“Back off! I have a man” I said rudely and backed away

“Chill lil mama. It was never that serious” he said walking off

I had paid the bill, and walked over to Chris

“What was that about?” He asked looking at me with concern

“Some fucking weirdo tryna talk to me, but I told him I had a man, and he ran off” I told Chris

As we were getting ready to leave the same man walked by me

“There’s that pretty lady again” he said smiling at me

“Yo fuck outta here!” Chris said to the guy putting his hand up to keep us separated

He just looked at Chris and walked off not thinking much of it

We were all outside chatting while Chris friends waited for their rides, and that same man came around again

“I think it’s fate the way we keep bumping into each other” he said trying to grab my right arm, but I moved slightly

“Yo! Beat it you fucking weirdo” Chris said a little more upset

“Who the fuck are you?” The guy said

Chris pulled me a little towards him so I would be out of the way of the man’s view

Chris lifted his shirt, flashing the pistol sitting in the waistband of his jeans

“I’m her boyfriend, so like I said, get the fuck outta here” Chris said ready to pop the guy

“Yo man! I ain’t even mean anything I swear” the guy said getting scared

“Yeah. Keep it pushing before I pistol whip you” he said watching the guy walk away, and pulling me in closer

“The fuck that guy thought he was” Chris said looking over his shoulder watching the guy walk down the street

“Come on baby. Don’t worry about him” I said pulling Chris to look at me

“This is why I carry my gun because any mother fucker will try me” he said rolling his eyes

“I’m grateful baby. That you were here to protect me” I said giving him a kiss

“Always baby. I’ll fuck anybody up for you. I love you” he said kissing me back

After his friends got in their rides, we both headed back home. I guess I didn’t mind Chris carrying now since he did protect me.

The End

This was pure self indulgence, so I hope yall enjoyed this as much as I did making this little short story 😋🤞🏽

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #Spotify

[hugintheraven]

Let's poll RPF

Not the morality debate, that's been done to death and is honestly uninteresting to me. But what is Real-Person Fic/Real-Person Shipping? Or, more specifically, what qualifies as a real person?

Because obviously Tony Stark is fictional, while your friend Antony is a real person. But past that point, everything gets blurry. Like professional wrestlers, who are playing a created character along a prewritten storyline, but are doing so unscripted and often under their real name and as a reflection of their real fake fighting capabilities. Plenty of bands and Twitch Streamers have played out fake drama for the media attention, which is basically the same thing except less openly fake.

Stephen Colbert of the Colbert Report was clearly playing a parody of a far-right news personality, but did so with his real name and background. And when he moved to the Late Show, he's still putting on a fake personality there, just like every other famous person when the cameras are on them(you can't act like you do in front of your family on the red carpet, or vice versa). But when that's the case, how is that different from the barista who smiles while mentally stabbing every person in line?

And then there's stuff like George Washington. We have an IRL historical figure, a mythological figure that resembles a demigod more than a human, and the version from various fictional media(Hamilton et al). If someone writes fics based on each of those versions, which are RPF? And, once you answer that, do you think the same answers apply to Mulan?

So, the point of this post. Here's a list of options, from most fictional to most real. At which point do you consider it to be RPF. Note: I DO NOT CARE whether you approve of shipping it or not, the question is just at what entry in the poll would you think it needs a tag/warning/whatever. Please vote for the first you think is RPF, we can assume that means everything past that point is also RPF(because that's the only way to poll this on this site).

Please reblog, I'll be tagging this with RPF related stuff, but I want everyone's opinions of this. And feel free to go in-depth in the tags/RBs on your nuances, "At what point does someone become fictional" is a rather hefty question for a Tumblr poll.

#Polls #Poll #tumblr polls #RPF #real person fiction #real person shipping #philosophy

[worldsfromhoney]

I’ve been so much on the fence about this that i think i consulted three servers i’m in and had a very reasonable breakdown during an intense convo with one of my best friends.

BEHOLD this is the result of my externalised inner struggle

🥁🥁🥁🥁 *drumroll* 🥁🥁🥁🥁

WiP intro: Imposter Syndrome

A What Shouldn’t Have Been Written short story.

Ok ima face it: idk what to do here so i’ll just wing it and i hope it’s enough 😵‍💫

Status

Will finish the first draft by 10/06

Posting date: 10/09

WiP tags

#wip: imposter syndrome

#wip: wshbw

#oc: del bonnaire

#oc: jo bonnaire

#oc: conn

#oc: mrs. bonnaire

What it on

A horror short story where society has found a way to let people change their skin—literally. And Del Bonnaire has had his eye on a particular one for years. With a dying mother and a grieving dad, what can stop him?

Genres/Themes

horror/thriller

suspense

sci-fi

family

morality and ethics

NOTE: there’s a hella more tags and warnings but they’re available on Inkitt and Wattpad so please look before you read!

Characters

Those who matter anyway ✌️But! They all show up! They all matter!

Del Bonnaire

A daddy’s boy is what Del puts in every social profile he has. And that’s exactly what he is. Recently graduated from university and turned 22 years old. He’s delayed his coming-of-age ‘changing’ for 7 years and has batted away the legal notices. An inch taller than his rugby player of a father, with a lean form (genetics, darling, he’ll say), and rare green-hued eyes—he’s a catch for the skin centre. But there’s a reason he’s delayed and the time has finally come.

Jo Bonnaire

Del’s father and [redacted]. Despite being a sports boy throughout his entire life, barring from going professional, he doesn’t like being put to the spotlight. A devoted husband who attends to his wife’s every want and need, even to the point of predicting it. Very sticky though, as his rugby lads would comment. Recently turned 40 as he got Del early in life. Comes from old money and works as a behind-the-scenes philanthropist. He seems normal enough… right?

Mrs. Bonnaire

Del’s mother and [redacted], and Jo’s wife and [redacted]. She’s a pretty isolated person and neighbours gossip it’s because she got sickly after her first husband’s death. An utter miracle that someone like Jo had taken her in, they’ll also say. No one’s seen much of her family than her father who was seen rowing with Jo one night and never came back. Past schoolmates say she was very different in the past—a political activist against the ‘skin change movement’. Where’s that woman now?

Conn

Del’s childhood best friend. He and his aunt are the Bonnaire’s closest neighbours. Rather than him keeping Del, it’s more of the way around with how others see him always being comforted and apologising after a fight. Like a puppy whining after a particularly slick kitten, the other kids say. Handsome enough in his own right—brunette, grey eyes, dimple—but overshadowed by Del’s dark, tall, and handsome vibe. He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind much of what Del does anymore.

Dr. Katz

The doctor assigned to Mrs. Bonnaire’s case. One of the most renowned doctors in the hospital and the only one willing to take on the case. Not because of its queerness or impossibility but because of the two Bonnaires who stand guard day and night. You’re just imagining it, the charmed nurses reassure her, but she isn’t buying it. In the end, she’s right not to.

Snippet

NOTE: the snippet here is from the first draft which is crap so you will be reading crap 🥰

I think I give him an answer but it gets lost as a muffled mumble in his shirt. I’m not ready to let go. There’s a beating heart and a chest that rises and falls properly with no help so near that I don’t want to let go.

…and that’s all for now!

#writeblr #wip intro #wip: imposter syndrome #oc: del bonnaire #oc: jo bonnaire #oc: mrs. bonnaire #oc: conn #horror #scifi #short story

[larz-barz]

Sacrifice

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Warning(s)/info: Near-death experience, blood, gore, violence, Yuto and Amika are @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira’s ocs, no au, story for the art ima post later

Tagging: @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @kimetsu-chan

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Milo is asleep in Yuto’s arms and the 2 of them flinch awake at the sound of something outside the Wolf estate.

Milo gets up and motions for Yuto to stay back just in case.

She tenses up when she sees a demon outside and she immediately runs out to kill it.

Yuto tries to stop her, but she’s too quick.

By the time he gets outside he sees Milo’s smaller form fall to the ground in a pool of her own blood.

“A-angel!!” He cries out with tears rolling down his cheeks.

Milo shakily stands and her eyes fill with panic when she sees the demon about to attack Yuto.

“Y-Yuyu watch out!!” She cries out and runs to protect him.

Yuto watches in horror as his angel runs to get in between himself and the demon.

As she slices the demon’s head off she gets struck in the head by the demon and she falls back into Yuto’s arms.

The demon is now disintegrating and Yuto carefully lays Milo down then he puts pressure on the wound in her side as he cries.

“A-are you okay Yuyu…?” Milo asks as she slowly loses consciousness.

“H-hey, don’t speak, angel.. S-save y-your strength.” He says shakily as he picks her up and rushes her inside.

He calls Amika over and her eyes widen at the sight of Milo’s condition.

She quickly runs to get medical supplies as Yuto continues putting pressure on Milo’s wound.

Milo loses consciousness and tears continue to flood Yuto’s eyes.

“P-p-please be okay, my precious little angel…” He whispers as he and Amika start treating Milo’s wounds.

He hugs her hand when they finish treating her. “I-I’m so sorry I c-couldn’t protect you, my little angel…” He whispers tearfully, he hates seeing Milo like this, it breaks his heart.

As the weeks go by, Yuto hardly leaves the living room, refusing to leave Milo’s side.

One day, as he’s drifting off to sleep next to the couch, he hears a small, weak voice and it immediately wakes him up.

“Y-Yuyu..?” Milo calls out weakly.

“A-angel!” He smiles with tears in his eyes as he gently hugs her. “A-are you o-okay, my angel?”

*She weakly nods as she hugs him back. “M-mhm… I’m so glad you’re okay, Yuyu…” He squeezes her gently as more tears pool up in his eyes.

“It’s all thanks you, my little angel… Y-you saved my life… Th-thank you so much…” He says and kisses her forehead.

He smiles when he feels her sleepily nuzzle into his embrace.

He relaxes and lays down with her in his arms, relaxing more as he feels her heartbeat against his chest

“Sleep well, my sweet little angel…” He says softly as he watches Milo drift off to sleep in his arms.

He presses a kiss to her temple before drifting off to sleep, knowing his little angel is finally okay.

~the end~

Ahhhhh I love them smmm🥰💕💕

#random posts from larz #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #teehee #meow #milo suzuki #larz writes #yuto mendoza #oc x oc #miyuto

[tastybluesprite]

Bedtime

Have some future Leo and little Casey fluff to clense your pallet after the angst fest that was the movie. Also Casey is seven here, and because Casey obviously knew Donatello and Raph, ima say this probably takes place around when they were still alive in the future.

Warning: A little bit of angst but otherwise pretty fluffy, tickling so if that makes you uncomfortable don’t read :)

Summery: Little Casey won’t go to bed. Leo has to resort to certain methods to get him to go to sleep.

There was a change in Leo ever since he met Casey Jones. Jr. He never had experience with children before now. April told him it was a big responsibility to be responsible for a child, but Leo assured her he could handle it. After all he promised Cassandra he’d take care of him. He wasn’t a teen anymore after all. He could do it.

Right?

Leo was trying to put him to sleep. It was a long day of training him (to the extent of what a little kid could manage anyway). Leo figured he must be tired. He was dead wrong.

“Casey come back here!!!” Leo exclaimed in exasperation. The seven year old was running around the room and bouncing around everywhere.

“I wanna do mowe twaining!!!” The child demanded. Leo couldn’t say he wasn’t proud of his determination.

“I know Case… I promise we can train more tomorrow.” Leo told him.

“At least teach me one mowe move!!! Teach me the death dwagon!!!” Casey karate chopped the air playfully.

Leo chuckled and scooped the little one up. “Not today Case.”

“Put me down!!! Put me down!!!!” Casey protested. Leo grinned “Ok.” And plopped him onto the bed. Casey accidentally tangled himself in the blanket while squirming around. “Aaahhhh help! I cant get out! Help!!!”

Leo pulled him out and grinned at the smiling boy. “You need to calm down mister.” Leo scolded playfully, poking his belly.

“Ahaha! Noho!” Casey tried to fend against his protectors hand. “Oh no…” Leo said suddenly. Casey paused and tilted his head, wearing a confused expressions “What?”

“You’ve awoken the monster…”

“What monstew?” Little Casey asked.

“The… TICKLE MONSTER!!!” Leo cried out with a pretend growl, and he began wiggling his fingers into the little boys stomach. “Nohohoho! Nohot the tihihickle mohohnstew!!!” Casey cried through a burst of giggles, trying to fight the larger hands.

“Yesss!! The tickle monster is starving and hasn’t gotten to tickle anything all day!” Leo then dug his finger into his ribs, making Casey squeal and exploded into more bubbly and uncontrollable laughter. Leo couldn’t help but laugh himself. He couldn’t help it. Casey’s laughter was just so contagious!

“Nohoho mohohoweee!!! Pweehehease!!!” Casey squealed out. Leo sensed he was getting tired and slowed to a stop.

Casey curled in on himself and let out the last remaining giggles in his system. Leo smiled fondly at the little boy as he pulled the blanket over him. He remembered times when he and his brothers would get into tickle fights. Now they were busy with saving the world, so they haven’t been able to bond like that in forever.

His heart ached that Casey had to be born into such a terrible time. But if he could make his childhood as happy and normal as he possibly could, despite the conditions, he would be willing to do anything.

#sprite🥤 #fanfiction #tickling #tickle fic #rottmnt #rottmnt tickling #rottmnt tickles #rottmnt tickle fic #casey junior #casey jr #casey jones #future leo #rottmnt future leonardo #future leonardo #tmnt leonardo #rise leonardo #rise leo #rise of the tmnt leo #rise of the tmnt movie #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fandom #tmnt fandom #tmnt tickling #fluff #light angst #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt angst

[i-love-oldermen]

I hate you? Pt.2

Y/n x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Language, Mention of death, possible murder,

As we walk into the police station I notice people I went to highschool with some even middle school. I’m to busy looking around seeing nothing has changed. Reid is watching I can see him from the corner of my eye. Hotch is leading us to the sheriff, who also happened to be my ex boyfriend. His name is-

Hotch: Officer Wes nice to meet you

Wes: Hotch correct

They shake hands and Hotch introduces him to the team, shaking everyone’s hands.

Hotch: And then ssa y/n

Wes looks at me and i meet his gaze. He gives me a look that makes my skin crawl. I’m disgusted but however I want to keep my life away from my job so I act like I didn’t date him. I go to shake his hand.

Wes: Oh y/n really *he pulls me into a hug*

I wiggle around to get out of his grasp. I’m clearly not comfortable. He lets go of me and that’s when I see the look on my teams faces. They know something is going on they just don’t know what. They also know that I hate when people touch me and pull me into a hug, of course excluding Garcia.

Hotch: I’m supposing you have a room for us to work

Wes: Yes, y/n can lead you to the room

Everyone looks at me, even Reid is giving me a look i just don’t understand it though. I usher them to follow me to one of the back rooms that has a large table and whiteboards. Everyone starts working and organizing all the paperwork when Wes walks back into the room.

Wes: Hey y/n can I talk to you for a min

Y/n: Well I’m kinda worki-

Wes: Hurry up let’s go

He gives me a look. He will say something if I don’t go. I give Hotch a look for his okay to go and he gives me a head nod, I start walking out when someone pulls my wrist. It’s Reid.

Reid: Why do you need her

Wes: It doesn’t concern you

I look at Reid, I’m irritated now. Why would he care. Wes was right it had nothing to do with Reid so why is he acting like this now. I pull my hand from his wrist.

Y/n: Don’t worry about it

I give Reid a little rub on the shoulder and then I follow Wes to his office when he locks the door.

Wes: So y/n

Y/n: What do you want Wes

Wes: Come on baby don’t act like you don’t want me

He puts his hand on my cheek. I swear to go ima beat the shit out of him.

Y/n: Get your fucking hands off of me Wes

Wes: Why is it because of the pipe cleaner with eyes, the smart Dr. Reid

Y/n: Shut up Wes

I pull his hands away and start walking towards the door. I quickly unlock it and open the door.

Wes: You’re team doesn’t know about the accident huh y/n

I turn back toward him.

Y/n: You need to shut the hell up

I close the door almost slamming it. I walk back towards him and shove him into his desk.

Wes: What’s wrong y/n does your team not know about you killing your sister

Y/n: I didnt fucking do anything

Wes: That’s why they found your fingerprints on the gun huh

He has a stupid smirk on his face. He knows what he’s doing talking about my sister. I didn’t kill my sister and I don’t know how the my fingerprints ended up on the gun.

Y/n: Im not a fucking killer

Wes: That’s not what your file here says, what if your team stumbled upon it

-Teams pov-

Hotch: Do any of you know why y/n is being wierd around Wes

Emily: She told me and jj she use to live here

Hotch: On here file she said she always lived in Virginia

Rossi: You don’t think she’s connected to this case do you

Hotch: I don’t know

Morgan: We’ll let’s not assume she is for now we just have to watch her

Jj: Someone should go check on her she’s been gone a while now

Emily: Yeah that Wes guy gives me the creeps

Hotch: Reid why don’t you go

Reid: Why me

Hotch: Go Reid

-Rieds Pov-

I get up and starts walking to Wes’ office. After what y/n did to me on the plane I couldn’t concentrate. Anyways I’m close to Wes’ office and that’s when I see y/n she opens the door and then slams it. What are they doing in there. She seems pissed off. I get to the door and decide to listen in on the conversation. Wait y/n’s fingerprints we’re on what!

-Y/n pov-

Y/n: Fuck you Wes I don’t need to explain myself to you

I start walking to the door and pull it open. That’s when I see Reid right by the door. How much did he hear? What is he going to say? Fuck.

A/N: Okay so I made this chapter a little short because I plan on making the next chapter long and field with plot twists. If you have any suggestions leave a comment. Thank you :)

#spencer x reader #spencer reid #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #david rossi #derek morgan #penelope garcia #enemies to lovers

[bitchyglitterfox]

Day 2: Traditions - Moon Boys x Mexican!Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, self indulgent

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You were in the kitchen, it was currently 11 am and you were making tamales. It was a tradition with your family, tamale season begins every winter this year was no different especially since you had a very eager helper.

“Love, could you show me one more time how you do it?” Steven asks from his seat on the island.

“Of course mi vida,” you smile after you finish off the tamale you were wrapping, “you grab some masa,” you demonstrate as he watches intently, “and you smear it evenly on the husk, and then you grab your meat, in your case the vegan meat. You put it on the masa and then fold over one side, and finally the other. And done, you’ve made your first tamale,”

‘Just give me the body hermano, I can make them faster than you’ Jake says from the head space, causing Steven to roll his eyes and huff.

‘You didn’t want to wake up early and go with her to get the ingredients’ Marc replies.

You raise your eyebrow from your side of the counter, make the pina tamales, “what? Who said something?”

“Just Jake being a wanker, he said I should let him front since he can make them faster,” Steven says finishing his second vegan tamale, following your directions.

“He didn’t want to wake up early to help me get the ingredients, so he doesn’t get to make them, you do because you came this morning,” you say smiling, “the only reason Marc didn’t front this morning is because he promised to help me pack them up and take some to Layla later,”

‘Told ya,’ Marc smirks.

“Come on let's take a break, I wanna make some burritos with our fillings. Grab me the tortillas,” you say, going to the stove to turn it on.

“Oh mi corazon you look so beautiful when you make those tamales,” Jake says, kissing your neck while he passes you the tortillas, “I just had to taste your recipe when you said you were gonna eat some of the meat,”

Smirking, you put the tortilla on the open flame, “Is that right?”

‘I always love watching her head them like that’ Steven says from the head space this time.

‘She always makes the most mundane things look beautiful’ Marc gushes.

You dip a clean fork into the meat and bring it up to Jake’s lips, you watch as he chews, his face lighting up as he swallows.

“So?” You ask nervously as you wait for his response

“It’s incredible! So delicious and the spice is perfect!” He responds by going in to make himself a burrito.

“Jake, go to try the meat but this is my burrito! The wetter the better,” you hear Marc say as you turn towards Steven’s filling making him a burrito. You smile to yourself as you enjoy your boyfriends enjoying your food and your family traditions

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A/n: ok so ima try something different with my authors notes, put them at the bottom instead. But this was very self indulgent and since they are cannon Jewish, I made it a winter thing instead of Christmas, I hope you all like it

#bitchyglitterfox writes #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel studios #moon knight x fem!reader #moonknight x reader #moon boys x reader #Livmas #12 days of ficmas #ficmas22 #ficmas #marc spector x fem!reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader

[janeths]

Worst month

This is more of a self ship… oneshot..? Uhhh. I’ve been having a crappy months, so this more of a vent post.

Even though it’s still a self insert, ima still use Y/N. Just that Y/N uses she/her pronouns, is chubby so… yerrrah Also it will say that Y/N is close to Mario and Luigi, but doesn’t specify if they are family or friends. So ye

Warning: Low self esteem, mentions of suicide, depression, scars, self hatred, IF YOU GET UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THOSE, PLS DONT READ IT.

Bowser may also be OOC 🫠🙃🥲

Also cringe 😬 so uhhhh yeahhh 👾

Summary: It’s just one of the most shitty weeks, Y/N has hasn’t been herself lately, she feels god awful but doesn’t want to worry Bowser. Even more he doesn’t completely understand human emotions. She tries hard to get rid of them but nothing succeeds.

Kinda proof read 🤷‍♀️

It’s awful, so awful, I keep trying to put on this stupid fake smile, just for them not to worry about me. I wasn’t even paying attention to what one of the Koopa soldier had asked me. Bowser nudged my arm . “Y/N? You okay? He asked you something and you didn’t answer.” “Oh sorry about that what was the question again?” “My lady, I asked you if you wished for us to build a garden just for you. Outside of the kingdom of course.” I was confused for a moment. “Bowser, why did you say anything?” I look at him. “Well, I wanted you to be the one in charge. I know you’ll choose a good spot.” He smiles, as the Koopa says, “Where do you think we should put it my lady?” “I uh..” Out of all the times… why now? He’s asking me a question… Y/N just answer it… but think about it… Did the Koopas thought of it or did Bowser? “Well… I say close to here, maybe down in the south… To where the grass ends. Yeah somewhere around there.”

Gosh I felt like shit right now, I can’t do anything but just smile, maybe if I excused myself… “Bowser honey, I’m a bit tired… I’m going take my leave. If you both excuse me…” I give them both a nod and leave. I think Bowser is going to stay up for a while… the least I could do is shower, right? Maybe it’ll clear my head.

I did in fact not took a shower, and laid there. I couldn’t even get my own clothing off. I just laid there, trying so hard to fall asleep. Maybe I should stay in bed tomorrow…

The next morning I woke up feeling a warm hand on my torso. I think I’m going to leave for a bit, maybe that’ll clear my mind…

I slowly crept away from the bed, gave Bowser a small kiss, slowly walked towards the balcony, and jumped off on a tree. “Ow! I shouldn’t have done that…” I felt scrapes around my legs and back, bleeding. “Well… I guess I don’t have to harm myself anymore.” I awkwardly laugh and puff up my dress, and headed towards outside the grassless lands.

As I finally saw the other side, the river and pond, birds chirping, I see a tree close to the pond. “I’ll sit there…” I walked towards the tree, sat down, and started to cry. “What is wrong with me? I can’t believe I just left the kingdom just like that… I feel so pathetic. I didn’t even tell Bowser… It’s fine to want alone time but… this isn’t right…”

Instead of just a day, it became 3 days, then 5, then a week. It was awful, I just couldn’t stand it anymore, I just really wanted to kill my self but… then I wouldn’t see Bowser again… Every morning, I would wake up extremely early just to run away. It’s not that I hated here, I dearly love him, I love our kingdom… but… why even choose me?

I tried hiding away from him, I didn’t want him to worry, I told him I’m feeling under the weather and wanted to be alone. Though he didn’t like it the idea of me wandering off by myself, but I did reassure him that I’ll be close, in case something went wrong.

Another week came again, and I couldn’t even get up the bed. Bowsers been quite busy these past days so I guess it gives me more alone time. “You haven’t been yourself lately, are you alright dear?” My body perked up, scaring me. “Uh- yeah… I’ve just been feeling under the weather that’s all. I’m gonna get more sleep. You.. go on with your day…” “Y/N, it’s nighttime…” He opens the curtains, showing me it’s night, he inhales and coughs. “Y/N…” He hesitates. “…When was the last time you took a shower?” He whispers trying not to trigger me. “I don’t know, weeks? ” I say, stare at him then rolled over to the other side, not wanting to see him. “It’s fine…” I just immediately wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want him to know I’m suffering this badly, I didn’t want to show him that I’m weak, a worthless human. “No- don’t ‘it’s fine’ me. Y/N!” He completely takes my covers revealing the dirty, ripped dress, covered in dry blood I’ve been wearing weeks ago. “You’re dress! Y/N! Why haven’t you told me- I- How come I didn’t know-” “Cause I hid it.” I guess he never saw something like this before, cause he couldn’t speak, he just kept saying my name over and over. He sighs, went and closed the door, came back, sat down on the bed, pulling me close to him, and holding me tight into a hug. I just felt like doll, so numb, I couldn’t move anything, I just felt so weak. “Y/N why haven’t you told me? You know that I would never judge you… You know I would listen to you even if took you hours, days, weeks, months. Or I couldn’t understand human emotions. I know you have a struggle with communication, especially when it comes to your deep feelings.” I was a bit shocked about that statement. “How did you-” “Y/N I wasn’t born yesterday, I know how part of it feels.” He says as he stroked my hair. “I…” “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me now, whenever you feel like you are ready.” I feel my eyes tearing up. “I-I want to say it but it’s just so difficult for me. I’ve been holding it in for so long, I just don’t know what to do with it…” He kisses my forehead. “Let’s start something small then. Have you been having headaches?”

“Yes. Horrible headaches. I just couldn’t stop crying…Each time I would cry, my head would hurt more and more. ” I wipe my tears away.

“Hmm..” He touches my chest gently, and his other hand grabs mine. “What about your heart? Does it hurt? Does it go together with your headaches?”

I nod, frown, feeling in shame, that I have to be treated like a child just to say something. “It feels so heavy. I feel like I have ton of stairs. No matter how much I run, up and up, I still can’t find my place. I still still can’t find an exit. And I end up falling again. It’s just a cycle..” I think he found my spot to let everything out. “You know how you always asked me when we were gonna go to the other world and I always say ‘I really don’t want to right now, maybe next time.’ It’s because…” I bite my lip. “Take your time.” He rubs my back. “I.. don’t like much my family. Yes, I know their family by blood but… sometimes it just doesn’t feel that way. They always…” I start to cry quietly, he notices it and wipes it away. “They are so mean… They never tried to interfere with my life… They said some things… horrible things, that it will always be stuck to me. I was a really good child, but not good enough to be held by. I would always calm myself down when there was no one. I was always alone. By the time I grew up, they would say that I was just saying that, that they were there for me. I have no memory of them trying to comfort me, it was always being yelled or scolded at. They would say mean things, saying that I would never get a boyfriend due to my own mental health. That they’ll leave me the second they know. Even when they found out about our relationship, they said that you would leave me, you were just toying with my own feelings, just for you to get pleasure. They were trying to gaslight me…They even thought it was a good idea that they took my medications because it would make me feel better. And.. I’ve been suffering without them.”

I took a minute to breathe.

“I know you love me. Very much, you show it to me every single day. You never once yelled at me, or went abusive. You truly care about me…. Which I can see that in my eyes…” He pulls me tight to a hug, resting his chin on top of my head. “Even my own shitty friends. I thought I could trust them. I gave them so much love, I was always there for them when they needed it the most. If they had a problem I would always solved it. They had a thing to do and they only trusted me, I would do it. When they invited me, I wouldn’t even hesitate and would be on my way..But when… I felt down, I felt depressed, no one was there. No one. When I would invite them to hang out, they couldn’t cause they were either too busy or somewhere else. Yes I get it, everyone has something to do, but they wouldn’t even answer me till 3 months… saying ‘oh sorry, couldn’t make it.’ Why the fuck would you send it in 3 months just say oh sorry? At least they could have said “oh I’m really sorry, I forgot to message you. I was away for a while. But when do you want to?’ No nothing none of that.I suffered so much with my own terrible nightmares, I felt so alone. Sometimes I feel like they invite me cause they feel extremely bad about me.” I grip his arm, feeling more tears coming. “You’re doing good, Y/N. You’re doing great. Just breathe…” He caressed my back.

I stopped talking for a moment, trying to bring my breathing to normal.

“Mario and Luigi are the only people that didn’t shame me, didn’t judge me, they were always there for me. They knew how much I was alone, and would always invited me over. It felt genuine comfort. That is until my family didn’t like the idea of me hangout with them…” I sigh. “I just have so much pain and anger in me, sometimes I wish I could destroy myself. I hate my father and my mother, I hate everyone. Nobody cares about me, nobody ever wanted to stay with me. I hated everyone so much. I wanted to do things on my own, I didn’t want to depend on anybody, but it was such a pain…” I was crying so much that I started to hyperventilate.

“Y/N! Calm down.” He hugs me tight, trying to soothe all around my body. “ I’m here alright? I’m right here. Those people are in your world, they can’t hurt you here. You’re safe..Oh my Love, I hate seeing you like this… Please let it all out, don’t stop alright? I want you to let every emotion out of you.” I felt like such a baby letting all my cries out, hearing my own hiccups, trying to talk to him. “B-Bow!-” “Shhh Y/N, let it all out. Yell, scream, hit the pillow, anything. I want you to get rid off it.”

Couple minutes passed, I just felt so weak from crying so much. My body felt so numb, my head, chest, and stomach hurts. “I’m so scared. Every time I see a shooting star, I always wish that when I wake up, I wake up here next to you. I’m scared that when I wake up, I won’t find you here next to me, that it was all a dream, you weren’t real…god I feel so weak… I’m so sorry…” He kisses my cheek and hugs me tight. “Why are you sorry? Y/N, I’m proud of you. I’m proud that you took the time to tell me. I’m so proud of you for living, that you are here with me. I’m so proud that you made it this far. You are a strong woman, you know. I’m proud that you are living here.” He starts to tear up. Those words mean so much to me. So much. “I’ll do anything to make you happy, I’ll help you. We’ll do this together, alright? If you need the help from your world, I’ll go with you, money is no problem. I’m not leaving your side, not now nor ever. I love so much… My love.. my dear…My Y/N…” He caress my face, and kisses me passionately. “You did such an amazing job, love. Tomorrow we’ll start our plans. I’ll ask Mario and Luigi to help us, I’m sure they’ll be just as happy as me that you’re gonna get the help. And we’ll be there to support you. For now, you need a bath, and I don’t want you getting sick.”

I sigh, nodded at him, and stood up. “You go take a shower while I put the onsen.” He says.

Once I finished taking a shower, I went ahead and walked towards him, standing behind him. He was playing around with the water, making circles. You’ve done this before… “Hon, come here.” He turns around smiling, extending his hand towards me. I gently hold onto his hand, while grabbing my own towel, feeling self-conscious. “What is it?” He looks down at my legs, then looks up at me. “You know I don’t and won’t ever judge you. I love your body, no one’s here but me. It’s alright. If someone were here I would rip their head out.” That made me chuckle, and felt reassured, knowing he would do that. “Right…” “Or, I could look away, you get in, then I look back at you.” I nodded, he looked the other way, took off my towel, and sat next to him, feeling the water warm. “Can I look now?” “Hmm… no.” I lightly chuckle, and turns around looking around my body, seeing scratches all over me. “Y/N?! Where did you get all those scars all around you?! There all over-” “Ah!” He pulls my arms and one leg up. “Bowser!” “What happened?!” “I fell! That’s all!” He places my body down, gently. “Y/N, that’s so many marks, but…” He says in a worried tone, then looks at my stomach. “I uh… I fell from a tree…” I awkwardly laugh. He sighs, and pulls me into a big hug, making me splash the water. “From the balcony?! Y/N you could have a broken bone! You know you’re delicate.” “I-how did-?!” “I saw strips part of your dress. Y/N…” “I uh well.. I’m here now. Let’s just focus-” “Y/N…” I look at him, he looks at me with a worried face, caressing my stomach, tracing around one stretch mark, then onto tiny bits of scars. “You know I love your stomach. It breaks my heart… that you’re hurting your body…” I look down at my hands, then at my thighs. “I just don’t like it… nor my thighs. I feel so ugly. I just wished I looked like the other pretty girls. They don’t have to suffer with a body so pretty. They can wear pretty clothing, pretty hairstyles. I’m nothing like them. I want to be like them.”

“My dear, you’re marvelous and stunning. Oh if you could see through my eyes, you would find yourself ravishing. Your stomach is perfect, I love grabbing and squishing it, kissing you there. I love laying there, if makes me feel at ease. And every time you stroke my face and hair, I just… it’s brings me so much joy that I found someone. Same thing with your thighs. I just want to squish them, cause they’re thick, and more thick means I can put my head on top of them.” He again hugs me very tight, his hand, reaching out and grabbing my thigh gently. “Whenever you wear the clothing I made especially for you, I’m always in lovestruck. You looks so pretty, makes me happy that you love wearing them.” I sigh and smile, at the wonderful moment.

Couple of minutes have passed and I felt myself getting tired. Then he spoke,

“What do you think about us going to your world? To do what people do. Me and you on a date. Taking me to your favorite places.” My world?! “I would love that, but what about- you know..?” I gesture his huge body. “I can ask Kamek to turn me into a human.” He chuckles. “Well, that could work. But wouldn’t the transformation hurt?” “Nothing hurts for me darling. To me, it’ll feel like a pinch.”

An hour later passed and I was just there, sitting on his lap, resting my head onto his chest, feeling the warm steamy water around me. “ I think we should get out. I’m feeling really tired.” “Same here.” We both get out of the onsen, dried ourself up, and I felt myself walking fast towards the bed, and jumping onto it, bringing the covers. “You aren’t going to get dressed?” He asked. “No, I’m too tired, I don’t feel like it.” He smirks and chuckles, then jumps onto the bed making me jump. “Ah! Hey!” He snuggles close to me, feeling his chest onto mine. “What do you think I’ll look like as a human?” He grins. “Hmm… quite difficult… You being human… you’ll have your red hairs, thick eyebrows.I think you’ll have a red beard and mustache.” “A beard? What makes you say that?”

“Well… I do have an image that you look like a motorcyclist. It’s quite hot.” I kiss his snot, and he sighs happily. “I love you Y/N... Don’t ever change yourself. Don’t let others throw you around, or I’ll fight them.” I chuckle lightly feeling more tired. “I feel safe around you… I feel peace… I feel loved…”

“I’m glad.” He smiles and kisses me.

why date real men when you can date fictional characters (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Uhhh yeah that’s really it lmao,

#bowser x y/n #bowser x reader #depressedreader #bowserxdepressedreader #ilikebowser

[zacharyleartist69]

Ima be honest, I’m in a Swanky x Funky mood so might as well share some head canons cause why not (Also some parent headcanons with Diddy);

Before they started dating, they did not like each other like at all. They be arguing and be shit talking every time they have to work with together.

Funky is the one that fell for Swanky first but Swanky fell HARD for Funky, which is out of character for him in his opinion.

When they first started dating, Funky was very patient with Swanky since it was all so new to him, this is his first relationship after all.

Swanky isn’t really a big PDA person but would most likely hold Funky’s hand or kiss him on the cheek.

Funky, HOWEVER, is very affectionate and sometimes surprises Swanky with random affection just to see him flustered, even in public.

The two also learned so much about each other like how Swanky is a fashion designer back at his home. When Funky learned about Swanky being a fashion designer, he offers him to model some of his work in case he needs a good look of his work up close and second opinions.

Swanky did eventually became a entrepreneur since he learned the island needed some assistance with businesses and money management from Funky, which Cranky is thankful for.

When I tell you their wedding was popping, their wedding is fucking POPPING. It’s just like how Donkey Kong Jr and Fay celebrated their wedding but in Funky and Swanky’s way. The theme was masquerade and everyone in the island loved it (it was Swanky’s idea).

Funky ended up moving in with Swanky after their honeymoon on the Fruit Island and started a new chapter of their life living together.

Swanky LOVES being in Funky’s arms when they sleep together. He feels safe and protected even though he is close to Funky’s snoring all the time.

In the morning, Funky be looking like he slept well while Swanky looks like he got hit by a truck. Swanky doesn’t complain about it though because he likes Funky’s hair so much.

Funky loves the way Swanky makes their coffee, he loves his cooking in general even though he can cook himself.

Swanky loves to see Funky in action when he has a day off. For example, whenever Funky is out surfing, he has those small binoculars just to watch him from where he is sitting while he drinks his cocktail.

Funky and Swanky watches drama shows together at night when they can’t sleep. Funky’s reactions to cliff hangers or twist makes Swanky laugh sometimes because of how dramatic they are.

Funky sometimes paint Swanky’s nails to see which one he wanna wear for a day then let Swanky puts it on him so that they can match.

Swanky was the one that suggested to adopt a child ever since he learned that Funky would love to be a dad one day.

Funky and Swanky adopted Diddy when he was 10 years old and practically spoiled him so much to the point they just show him off a lot to DK and Cranky.

How Diddy describe Funky and Swanky when he talks about them: Funky is the cool dad that lets him do what he wants, but warns him every time he goes out. Swanky, on the other hand, is a protective and a bit of a strict dad towards him. However, Funky and Swanky will throw hands if anyone tries anything to their kid, Diddy is their baby.

Funky would most likely give Diddy a plane and Swanky will go “WHY A PLANE????”. Funky responds is just “Cause why not lmao”.

Diddy’s sweater was actually made by Swanky himself, he helped designed it and Swanky just made it for him.

Then here’s like small comic of Funky and Swanky:

I love them 😞

#funky kong #swanky kong #funky kong x swanky kong #diddy kong #donkey kong country #nintendo #original content

[kylakittyart]

I made this hello hi

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[mdmakki]

that boy is mine.

line up: matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsurou, tendou satori

warnings: jealousy, swearing, that’s it i think? implied alcohol consumption (in issei’s). mentions of eating (kuroo’s & tendou’s)

remember: set in timeskip, ageless and blank blogs dni or ur blocked.

note: it’s embarrassing how long it’s been since i posted and how long this has been in my drafts. but another jealous hc post cause ima sucker for them. but enjoy lol :p.

mdmakki 2022. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated. do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

╰┈➤matsukawa issei

the club was somewhere you and your friends likes to call your second home. nearly every second weekend the three of you would be seen there. sometimes all staying together, other times it’d just be you and issei while makki wandered off to find his fill for the night. tonight it was the opposite. kind of. you and makki where sitting at a table while your boyfriend said he was going to for a smoke. usually he’d only be gone for 10 minutes max, but it’d definitely been longer and you started to get worried—even though your 6’3 lover could most definitely defend himself. “im going to look for issei, you coming?” leaning into makki’s ear so he could hear, your pink haired friend shook his head and said he’s gonna go look for someone.

not so stumbling, but definitely not walking straight you made your way to the smoking area to investigate the case of your missing boyfriend. even though the place was packed it wasn’t hard to spot issei, his frame towering over most the people there. and when you spotted issei, you also seen a girl who you’ve never seen before, deep in conversation with him and a hand on his arm where yours usually rests. some may say it’s the alcohol, others will just say it’s the rage surging through you over seeing someone that close to your man. in just a few strides you were by issei’s side, arm around his waist and the best fake smile you could muster sitting pretty on your face.

“hi ‘sei i was getting worried, couldn’t find you in there. ah, who’s this?” once your gaze met hers the smile dropped, as did hers that she previously put on. “oh sorry baby, this is uh, what was your name again?” seeming genuinely confused or he was just a good actor issei looked expectantly at the girl. “it’s lilly, i told you like five minutes ago.” seeing the disappointment slowly spread across her face you ducked your head into issei’s side to stifle the small laugh that bubbled up. “ah yeah lilly, well this is y/n, my-” “partner, his partner.” you cut him off with a smile without looking away from, who you learned was lilly. “yeah, so i guess we better go back inside, makki’s probably lonely in there” without letting either of them say goodbyes you dragged issei back through the door.

“i need to put you on a leash i swear.” even over the loud music issei could still hear you and laughed while heartedly at your comment. “hey it’s not my fault, i guess i’m just too tall, dark and handsome.”

╰┈➤tendou satori.

you’d think with his long limbs tendou would be quick with everything he does. and usually he is, so that’s why your so confused as to why he’s been gone to pick up your takeout for nearly 15 minutes. you’d sent him a few texts asking if he’s okay and if there was a problem with the food. but no reply. deciding you’d try call him and if he didn’t pick up you would go see what’s up. and once you heard the sound of his enthusiastic voicemail you hung up and swung the car door open making your way to the small shop. but before you got in you saw the familiar sight of a bald shaved red head being thrown back with laughter.

sighing with utter relief you approached—who you hoped was satori, but who else could it be—him to see what was the hold up. once close enough you saw he was laughing along with a girl you never seen before in all the time you’ve spent in paris. “satori? there you are. i was getting worried.” turning his head quickly satori was quick to involve you in this humorous looking conversation. “y/n! sorry about that, i got caught up talking to mia here.” glancing at the girl to his left you gave a tight lipped smile, to which she gave the exact same back. insinuating you’re both thinking the same thing right now. bitch. “oh well that’s nice but our foods getting cold baby.” maybe it was just your eyes but you swore you saw her eyebrow twitch at the use of the pet name. “oh yeah our food! sorry mia but i’ve got to go, it was nice meeting you!” tendou said his farewells as you led him to the car.

once in the car tendou sat staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face. “what?” you quipped while double checking the food. “oh nothing, just,” he sniffed the air, nearly like a dog that smelt treats. “just a strong smell of jealousy in the air.” seeing your face fall into utter had satori barking out a laugh that brought tears to his eyes. “your stuck with me babe no need to worry”.

╰┈➤kuroo tetsurou

many times over the course of your relationship with kuroo, you’ve been told by countless men and women alike that he’s just oh so handsome. and of course, you agree everytime. because even though he’s smug about it, you can’t deny how perfect all his features are. and because he’s just so handsome, it’s not new to see a woman probably twice his age hanging out of his arm. it happens all the time. so much that you got used to it, but seeing the gorgeous men and women that would line up just to talk to your lover created an ugly pit in your stomach.

and of course the pit returns when you come visit him at work with food for you and him to eat on his break, a ritual you have. the older woman sitting on his desk, any closer to him and she would fall into his lap. on any other day you’d knock on his office door, but all you could see was red so knocking was not an option. “tetsu.” quick and sharp, you called your fiancé from your place at the door. kuroo quickly looked over the woman’s shoulder to see you standing, and you swore you could see a flash of relief on his face. “y/n!, i was waiting for you all morning, i missed you real bad today.” as he spoke with a kind of urgency, the cause of your irritation slowly turned to look at you, brow raised at lip curled. “oh? who’s this tetsurou?” you walked slowly into the room, approaching the desk where the two sat and stopping infront of a picture frame. a frame that held a picture of you and kuroo the day he proposed. “his fiancé, i swear i remember meeting you at the event last week, i couldn’t forget a face like yours” her eyes flicked from the frame, to your ring, your eyes then landed on kuroo, who was desperately trying to hold back a smile.

“oh yes of course,” she laughed, “of course i remember, he was just so happy when he told all of us.” beats of silence followed her response. the wide smile on her face falling. “well, that’s nice but this food smells too good to be sitting here, so if you’ll excuse us id like to have lunch with my fiancé.” she didn’t even answer you or bid farewell, the woman had just fled the room in haste. “baby, you don’t know how grateful i am, you saved me from listening to her for another hour.” kuroo sighed a breath of relief while taking your hands into his. “that’s what i’m her for my love, anytime you need me to fight off your countless admirers, just give me a call.”

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[outerbankspovrecs]

Office hours(Rafe Cameron)

Summery- Y/N and Rafe decide to fuck in his home office.

Warning: smut <3 oral sex(femaleXmale) receiving. Cockwarming.

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Rafe was currently in a business call with one of his dads clients when his girlfriend walks in with just- well nothing. He coughed and gave her a lustful glare that sent shivers straight down her bare spine.

“Hey uh- mason can I put you on hold? I need to use the restroom” and before he can respond… Rafe puts him on hold and looks at his girl who has such a innocent face on. What drives him crazy is how she can look to innocent in public but when their in bed she’s a slut for him, all her innocents are locked away in the bedroom and she turns full sub- sometimes she becomes dominant and Rafe loves every second of his girls power over him.

“Hi” he responded in a dark tone.

“Mm I was thinking… I should maybe keep you company.”

“Naked?” He smiles.

“Yes” she smirks.

“Come here” he says.

She walks to him and sits on his lap. “How bout you sit on my dick and stay there until I’m done with my call? Maybe then I’ll fuck you like whore you are after.”?

She nods immediately and stands up and lets him take his pants off. His dick is standing tall and she licked her lips at the sight. “Come on baby” he laughs, catching her eyes. She nods and sits back on his lap.

She slowly lowers herself onto him and moaning at the feeling of him stretching her out. Countless of times they’ve had sex and he still makes her feel the same way she did when they first had sex. “Fuck” she cries out.

“Baby ima need you to be real quiet while I’m in this call. Don’t you dare think about moving” his hands grips her ass cheek and slaps it making her body jerk , causing both to moan. “Okay” she smiles.

Rafe picks up the phone and begins to talk to the client.

“Yeah I’m back. Sorry about that.”

“Nah it’s cool. Okay so with..”

She couldn’t stay still anymore longer. Her boyfriend was talking to the man and she just couldn’t. Too turned on my his business voice.

Y/N begins to suck on rafes sweet spot, wanting a reaction out of him, she’s planning on getting some rough sex from him tonight and if getting him in this state helps then so be it.

“Rafe you make me so wet. Fuck” she whispers into his ear. She starts slowly grinding on him making him groan so little.

His free arm immediately hugs her body so prevent her to stop but the way she moving on him, just how he taught her is driving him.

“You make me feel so good with how big you are. Oh my god daddy.”

Her dirty talked drove him to the End. She can basically feel him getting harder then normal inside of her. His eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Hey man I really need to go. My father came home asking for me. I’ll get Back to you” He hangs up and drops the phone. Making y/n smile.

“Y/N you are insane. Keep doing that” both his hands land on her hips while hers on his cheats. She begins to roles her hips roughly onto him. Feeling extremely needy for her boyfriend, her hands where lost in his hair while her head was rested in his neck. Vise Versa. The sound being heard was heavy breathing mixed with skin slapping.

“Marry me Y/N” Rafe whispers into her ear.

“What?” She says slowing down her paste and looking at him. “Baby I want to be with you forever” she smiles and kisses him.

“Rafe I’m all yours.”

“Thanks because now I feel the need to take control. On your knees now.” In seconds she was on her knees with a smirk on her face. Rafe grabbed his dick and tapped it on her tongue twice before sliding all the way in with no warning. She gags and he lets her pull away. After that she licks all the way up his shaft causing him to moan loudly. She suck’s on his tip before she hears him. “Stop teasing baby” he bucks his hips up making her take him all in.

She take as much of him as she can while pumping what couldn’t fit. He was a moaning mess for her and she moaned at his voice casing vibration to hit in like crazy.

“Holy fuck. So fucking pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”

She relaxed her jaw knowing for a fact that he was gonna fuck her mouth. Hell they been together for over 3 years she can already tell when that point arrives.

He thrust up into her mouth at a fast pace causing tears to prickle down her cheeks. Few seconds later he was cumming down her throat. “Fuck. That was amazing” he laughs and looks down at her. She was smiling but he can tell more emotions in it.

“What’s up baby?” Then he remembered, he didn’t give her time to cum.

“Baby come over here I’m sorry. Lay down on the desk and open your legs wide for me.”

She stands up and obeys him. He looks at her naked state and smiles. “Beautiful.” He dives right in. Licking a stripe up her wet pussy. “Oh my god. Yes!” She moans out as her boyfriend sucked on her bud. “Fuck im close.”

“I know baby. Cum on my tongue” and just like that she was soaking his tongue. He licked her clean and looked up at her. “You taste so Fucking good.” He pulls her into a kiss and she moans.

“You really wanna marry me Rafe?” She asked with her hands cupping his face.

“I’ve wanted to marry you since the first time I laid eyes on you”

She blushes and kisses him again. “Let’s get cleaned up and head to bed, I know your tired”. They get up and walk to there bedroom. The cause of living with both living together alone ‘walk around in barely anything’.

#drew starkey #rafe cameron x smut #outer banks #obx #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron x reader