#ooof sir

[spoopy-sloth]

Someone put Roar's "I Can't Handle Change" for a Lio playlist, and I"m over here like ;n; interesting choice, op

#not me crying in the club no sir #my text #suddenly i'm in college again and depressed ooof #old depression songs be like

[witchwhaat]

just saw eeaao in cinema

#it was my second watch actually and ooof #OOOOO GUYS #absolutely devastated in the best and most positive way #i love this movie so much it's a spiritual experience for my fucked up brain and i really mean it #it's absurd it's meaningful it's chaos it makes so much sense it's funny it's heartbreaking #also bc it's the second screenings they play a short message from daniels before the movie and behind the scenes after credits and 🥺🥺🥺 #it was so heartwarming waaaaah #idk it just....... nothing matters but that's good you know?? #tried so hard to hold my tears for half of the movie lol #also shoutout to that guy in the back that cried laughing and couldn't stop you're the best sir #agnes talking

[lciesdepravity]

Sold Out Series

Sana Arc Chapter 1-1: Everything has a price

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction"

"Karma is a bitch"

"Everything has a price..."

Such statements proved true ever since the beginning of time, and continues to remain true to this day.

We learn it every single moment of our miserable lives - hell, it's even taught to us in school.

And yet here she was.

Sana should've listened to her Science teacher more.

Shame.

When she was first offered the job, she thought it was just another fashion line ambassador deal.

Heck, she was even excited for it. The other members started to get requested to be ambassadors of other luxury brands too, so she figured it was only a matter of time before she got picked as well.

Never in her life could she have expected this.

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It started after the press event.

"Ooof~ Yatta! Mmm~ Finally finished!" The young idol plopped unceremoniously in the backseat, melting into the plush cushions as she takes off her sleek black heels and massages her feet.

"Ugh, that took longer than it should. Can we go home now Oppa?"

"Mian, Sana-shi. The brand CEO is requesting your presence at their hotel's grand ballroom for the after-party, so your night's not over just yet. You know how uppity the higher-ups get about company relations and shit."

That prompted an annoyed scoff and a groan from the idol, but work is work. The manager at least had the decency to look at Sana with pity before driving off.

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Last sched for the day. Sana Fighting! After one final check of her appearance and fixing her hair a bit, Sana steeled herself and put on her most practiced idol smile. She confidently strutted down the hallway and was ushered in.

The after-party was everything you'd expect from a luxury brand and more. The clinking of champagne glasses, the miniaturized posh slop they call food, the fake smiles and empty compliments as everyone 'socialized' with each other. More like leech off each other.

Boring.

The idol rolled her eyes (mentally of course - she was anything but professional after all), and smiled as everyone greeted her. Here we go.

Sana's whole night consisted of greeting sheep - *ahem* PR people, accepting their business cards, a few empty promises here and there, take a picture. Rinse and repeat. Maybe a snack and a drink in between. Basically, she was on autopilot for majority of the event, until a depressed looking woman approached her and bowed.

"Ms. Minatozaki, our CEO requests your presence at the suite. He personally wants to thank and welcome you as our new ambassador."

Not really given a choice, the idol was ushered up to an elevator that led to the suite.

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*Ding*

The sleek metal doors of the elevator slid closed as Sana bade the secretary goodbye. She looked around in awe, marveling at the sheer opulence of the suite. Marbled floors, chandeliers, pristine furniture and antique vases. Expensive. Ugh, I better not break anything. Even with our money, I don't think I can cover for anything in here!

She continued down the hallway until she reached the living room, where she sees an old man in his bathrobe looking out the glass door of the balcony, wine in his hand.

"*Ehem* E-excuse me sir. Y-you wanted to see me?"

"Ah! Sana. Welcome. Please sit. Would you like a drink?"

The old man offered her a glass as she sat down. Sana offered a smile, but politely shook her head.

"I'm sorry sir. I still have schedules for tomorrow, so I can't really drink much tonight. Thank you though."

"I see... Welp, more for me then."

The CEO took a sip as he sat beside the young woman. He stared at her for a bit, his eyes focusing on her necklace.

"Y'know, that necklace of ours really does fit you... Exquisite. I'm happy we got you as an ambassador for our brand. I look forward to working with you more in the future."

"M-me too sir. Thank you for the opportunity." He extends his hand and she shakes it.

Mistake.

His index finger rubs against her palms creepily as he scoots closer to her. She had to fight the urge not to withdraw her hand in disgust, she had to be professional after all. Lucky for her, the CEO let go of her hand. Euck, Gross... What's with this old man?

She tries to scoot away discreetly, but the old man just kept coming near. The young idol keeps shuffling until she felt the end of the couch. Shit... She was trapped.

Sana shivered in disgust as the old man placed his hands on her knees, slowly inching up her thighs as he goes in for a kiss.

*Slap*

The faint stinging in her hand persisted as the slap resonated all around the room. Her heart was pounding - her breaths heavy. Hastily, the young idol got up and gathered her things, leaving the old man to his misery.

*Click*

To her horror, the door was locked.

The old man let out a dry laugh as he moved to refill his empty glass.

"You didn't think our deal with your company was that simple did you?"

With a sip and a condescending smile he looked at the frozen idol.

"That diamond necklace around your neck, that costs hundreds of millions of dollars my dear. We're one of the richest brands in all the world, what makes you think I couldn't just buy you just like that?"

Sana's eyes widened. She felt so sick, her stomach was turning. "T-they didn't-"

"'Fraid so my dear. Your company sold you out to me for a whole damn week."

His grin spread across his face as he watches the young idol blanch at his words in shock.

"T-that's... N-no! I'm not just some whore for you to play around with. I didn't consent to this! Let me out this instant or I'll sue!"

Frantically, she reached for her phone, opening the camera app and taking a video. Ha! This is my evidence. Take that you old geezer.

Her heart dropped as the CEO's smile got even wider.

"Fiesty. Heh~ Go ahead and film... you do that. Meanwhile, I'll be using every single one of my connections to destroy you and your little group. One word from me, and all your sponsorships, all your brand deals - even that of your members... Poof~" To accentuate his point, he held out this phone, hovering his finger over the call button.

She froze. 

I-if it's only me, then I can take it. But the members... We worked so hard to get this far... Damnit! Why is this happening to me?

Minutes pass, and all Sana wants to do is cry. Her fists were clenched tight, lips bitten in frustration as her mind raced, thinking of what she should do.

She was interrupted when the old man spoke once again.

"If you're done thinking it over, get your dumb ass over here so I can use you. I'm not getting any younger here. Or should I just call my secretary and cancel everything now?"

She looked at him scathingly with fiery eyes as she walked over to him, her clenched fists shaking in anger. The old man didn't bat an eye. Instead he leaned back,  staring at her with those condescending eyes.

"Well? Take that fucking dress off." Sana bit her lips as she hesitated, but the old man just looked at her impatiently. Slowly she stripped, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the ground. She gave it a light kick as her hands moved to cover her intimate parts, but the sight of her creamy skin was more than enough.

Excited, the CEO got up and cupped her cheeks, tilting it to face him as he looked at her eyes. Rebellious... Defiant... Just the way I like it.

"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you, kpop bitch."

He pushed her on the couch and started his assault. Her eyes shut tight as his tongue snaked along her milky porcelain neck - up, down, over the collarbone and even up to her ears.

*Sniff* "Mmm~ you smell so good Sana. Hmmm~ your scent is driving me crazy." The old man gave her a long wanton sniff that sent chills up her spine.

Fuck... This is so disgusting.... Endure Sana. For the girls... For the fans... For yourself. You have to endure.

Seeing the idol's eyes shut tight, the old man got more brazen. He took both of Sana's wrists and pinned them above her head, exposing Sana's clean shaven armpits. He gave her pits a series of needy sniffs, his breath tickling her a bit.

*Sniff* *sniff* "Ahhhh... You smell so... mmm~ divine." Her sweaty scent was enough to drive the old man into a frenzy. Like a mad dog, he licked the sweat off her pits wantonly, relishing in feeling her shudder against his tongue.

Meanwhile, his free hand groped her ample breasts, kneading them like dough. When he sensed the clip in front, he hurriedly removed her bra and threw it away, revealing her jiggly soft supple mounds...

He gulped. "They're mesmerizing..." Without preamble, the old man dove in and while looking at Sana's face, feasted on her breasts like a newborn baby. He squished them together and teasingly gave her pink dusky nipples a lick, enjoying the way the buds roll off his tongue.

He watched as Sana's expression change with every lick... with every suckle... with every squeeze. He watched as her brows scrunch together, her lips bitten red as she resisted his ministrations. He didn't stop until each bud was fully erect and shiny, thoroughly coated with his spit.

"*Slurp* *pop* Mmm~ yummy... Now, sit up and let me sit behind you."

Not really giving her a chance to resist, he pulled her up and smoothly slid behind her, cradling her between his legs. Much to his dismay, the young woman's eyes were still closed, her face not betraying any emotion. Annoying.

Eager to break her stoic facade, the old man reached between her legs, slipping his hand inside her lacy black panties. Dry... Mmm~ not for long.

With a practiced ease, his hand nimbly removed the young star's panties, unhooking it from one of her legs where one of her heels came off.

"Shaved huh? Shame, I like it hairy."

*Smack!*

Out of nowhere, his hand came down, delivering a light slap to Sana's clit. The Japanese idol bit her lip, a small gasp escaping her as she fought hard to stifle her moans. She didn't want to give in to him, not now, not ever.

*Smack!*

Another slap. Dead center against her core. The old CEO's dominant side took control as he taunted, "Mmm, you like this, don't you, slut? You like this old man slapping your wet pulsing cunt?"

*Smack!*

His hand came down again, this time with more force, causing the young woman's pussy to squelch audibly. His old wrinkly fingers traced the sensitive skin, exploring every inch with a mix of roughness and precision.

All the while, the old fuck buried his nose deep in the poor idol's neck and sniffed her once again, licking and sucking on her pulse point as he humps her plump ass.

*Sniff* "Mmm~ fuck, I can't get enough of your scent. Uhh~ you're worth every fucking penny I paid." His lips brushed against Sana's ear as he whispered naughty things.

*Smack!*

"Ahn~ mmmppph-" A small moan escaped her lips, which she promptly covered with one of her hands. Her face was a flushed mess, and she was panting like a bitch in heat.

W-What is happening? Mmm~ How is he so good at this... No! Sana, fight it! You're not getting horny because of this old pervert. Fight it!

"Yes, hold those moans for me my dear," He whispered into the idol's ear, his warm breath sending tingles down her body. "I like the challenge. I will break that infamous composure of yours, Sana." With a gentle bite to the girl's earlobe, his words pushed her further to the edge.

Each whisper was accompanied by another firm slap to the Japanese pussy, causing her moans to grow louder. Her hips were bucking slightly, and her body was writhing beneath the old man's magic touch. With each passing moment, her pussy gets wetter and sloppier.

Seeing his effect on the poor girl, he smirked. Not long now... just a bit more and she's mine...

With his free hand, he reached up and cupped Sana's perky breasts, her fingers teasingly circling the hardened peaks of her taut, erect nipples.

"Mmm, look at these gorgeous nipples, baby... So pink and so tender for me." He whispered huskily. He pinches each nipple and pulls.

"Fuck, S-stop it," She whimpered, her hips now bucking wildly, thrusting against his hand. Her body trembled with anticipation, craving release.

"That's it. Give in to the pleasure my dear. Let go for me."

As the old man continued to slap her cunt, the wet, lewd sounds filled the air, mixing with Sana's increasingly uninhibited cries.

She couldn't help but respond, her voice trembling with need. "Oh, fuck, D-don't stop... Harder please..."

The old man smirked, his slapping growing more intense, each stroke driving Sana closer to the edge. "You want it harder, huh? You're such a dirty fucking slut. Beg for it. Beg for my hand to pound your wet cunt."

F-fuck! I can't hold it anymore... Uhhh!

Sana's breath hitched as she finally gave in, her voice pleading, begging him. "Please, sir! Pound me! Pound my slutty cunt! I need it so fucking bad!"

*Smack!*

With a victorious grin, the old man slapped her pussy once more. "Who do you belong to? Huh? Tell me who's bitch you are!"

*Smack!*

With her back arching, she screamed, "Yours! I-I'm daddy's little kpop bitch begging to cum. Please make me cum daddy! Daddy! Uhhhh~"

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

The old man's hand moved with reckless abandon, the wet slapping sounds echoing across the entire room. Sana's moans filled the air as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure building within her. She couldn't hold back any longer, her voice reaching a crescendo of pleasure. "Yes, fuck! Gonna cum! Cumming for you, Daddy! Oh, fuck!"

Upon, hearing her say that, the old man unceremoniously plunged his middle and ring fingers deep into her sweltering cunt. "Yes fucking cum, you slut. Point those toes of yours while cumming. Cum for me, drench my hand while I finger fuck your uptight cunt into submission."

His fingers skillfully hit her g-spot repeatedly, his palms still slapping her clit with each pass.

S-shit! This old man's too good! He's gonna make me cum. This old man's gonna make me cum! Fuck cummingcummingcummingAaaaahhh~!

With a primal scream, Sana's back arched, her legs spreading even wider, her legs quivered uncontrollably, her toes curling and pointing as the immense pleasure surged through every inch of her body.

With a loud squelching sound, her pussy released a torrent of pleasure, drenching the floor below. Sana's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing with sheer ecstasy as he fingered her into oblivion.

Spurt after spurt. Stream after stream she squirted. It took awhile for her orgasm to finally die down. Even then, she was still twitching as the old pervert continued to tease and flick her cunt occasionally.

Not giving her the time to rest, the horny old man took Sana and inverted her on the couch - her legs resting on the backrest whilst her head dangles off the edge.

He hurriedly tossed his robe aside, freeing his throbbing cock and presenting it to a still recovering Sana.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

His voice was stern, commanding. He took his cock and slapped it against Sana's face and tongue several times, smearing her face with precum and spit.

That is, until he decided the foreplay was enough. In one fell swoop, he fed her throat his cock, not stopping until he bottomed out.

"Glurk! Mmmmpphh~!"

Sana gagged, but the old man just kept pushing. She slapped his thighs, asking for mercy but there's none to be found. Her eyes bulged, tears spilling from the sides as she took his cock fully.

"That's right bitch. Fucking take it! Ahhrgh!"

Not giving her time to adjust, he intensified his thrusts, grabbing her feet and using them as handles. He planted his feet on each side of her head, essentially squatting on her face for every thrust. The sounds of his balls hitting her nose echoed across the room.

The old fuck growled, his voice deep and guttural as he praised Sana's cock-sucking abilities.

"That's it *pound* fuck! fucking take it! *pound* put that kpop mouth of yours to good use! *pound*" he said, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he spoke.

Holy fuck, he's fucking my face so hard. She thought, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She loved the feeling of him taking control, of him using her for his pleasure. It made her feel so dirty and so desired all at once.

With each powerful thrust, a line of thick drool stretched from his cock to her mouth, his huge balls slapping her nose repeatedly. Sana's saliva mixed with the precum dripping from him, creating a slippery mess as he relentlessly skull fucked her.

"Mhmm, gawk, glurgh,"

Sana's moans grew louder and more desperate, her arousal and submission evident in every sound that escaped her lips. The forceful thrusts of his cock made her drool uncontrollably, strands of spit dripping down her chin, soaking her face, and coating her hair.

"Mmmm, glurk, gulck.. Daddy, pleashh... guck-ahh... harder... *slurp*"

The old fucker's eyes burned with raw desire as he took in the sight of Sana's saliva-slicked face, her eyes glazed with lust. He wanted to push her limits, to see just how far she would go to please him. With a growl, he reached behind and tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back even further, causing her mouth to stretch wider.

"You want it rough, bitch? You want me to fuck your face until you're a drooling mess?"

Sana's body trembled with anticipation, her voice filled with need. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, her voice laced with desire. "I want it rough. Make me your obedient cum dump."

Who was he to deny her request? Not when she was looking at him with those hazy lust filled eyes. Nay, impossible to deny.

His thrusts became even more forceful, his cock slamming into her mouth, jackhammering her head into the couch so hard her head bounced off the couch with each thrust.

Her eyes watered from the overwhelming sensations, her mascara running in dark rivulets down her cheeks, her lipstick long gone. Her once pristine face and hair smeared with her frothy saliva - and yet she asked for more.

"*Gulck* *gluck* Ohh... *glock* Y-yes, Daddy... *gawk* Fuck me... *gawk* harder!

In no time at all, the old geezer neared his climax, his thrusts grew quicker and more desperate. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the need to release his pent-up desire growing stronger with each passing second. With one final deep thrust, he erupted, his cum shooting down Sana's throat.

"Ahh... fuck... cumming! fill that slutty mouth... Take it all bitch!"

Sana's muffled cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of his cum splattering against her throat. Her tongue worked tirelessly, collecting every drop she could as she eagerly swallowed his load.

Oh fuck, he's cumming! God it's too much she thought, feeling the hot jets of his seed shooting down her throat. The taste was intense, a mixture of saltiness and musk that coated her senses. "Gleugh," she gagged, feeling the sheer volume of his cum filling her mouth.

For a whole minute, his hot seed flowed continuously, filling her mouth and dripping up her inverted face. The thick ropes of cum covered her eyes, blocking her vision, while the rest streamed down her face, leaving trails of sticky warmth in its wake. Her hair became a canvas for the pearly liquid, as it clung to the strands, marking her with its unmistakable essence. 

Coughing and gagging as the sheer volume overwhelmed her, Sana fought to swallow as much as she could. The old fuck came with such force that his cum still overflowed from her mouth, droplets cascading down her chin and onto her chest. She was a mess, a cum-drenched masterpiece, and yet, a smile played on her lips, a testament to her insatiable desire for pleasure.

As he finally finished, he pulled out of her mouth, and Sana gasped for air, her body still trembling with pleasure. She licked her lips, savoring the remnants of his cum, relishing in the mixture of their combined flavors. Her tongue swirled around, collecting every last trace of his cum.

But the old man wasn't done yet. With a firm grip on her hair, the old man guided her mouth towards his throbbing cock. He tilted her head back, exposing her open, willing mouth. A wicked glint danced in his eyes as he unleashed a torrent of warm piss, aiming it directly into her waiting mouth. The Japanese idol's lips parted, allowing the golden stream to enter, and she swallowed obediently, taking in his salty offering. The taste mingled with the remnants of his cum, creating a perverse cocktail that both excited and humiliated her.

Sana's eyes widened in shock and arousal as she gulped down his piss, feeling the degrading warmth slide down her throat. She obediently swallowed every drop, her body trembling with a mixture of humiliation and twisted pleasure. As the last drops of his piss trickled into her mouth, Sana swallowed it all, her body consumed by a mix of pleasure and humiliation.

She looked up at him, her face still glistening with his cum and her mouth tainted with his piss. A wicked smile played on her lips as she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy. I'm your filthy little cum dump."

The old fuck's eyes burn with a primal hunger as he watches Sana, still catching her breath from the mind-numbing skull fucking, her lips glistening with his essence. With a commanding presence, he grabs her by the waist and flips her over, positioning her on the couch in a prone position. 

"Not done yet bitch. I took a pill so we'll be here all night long. Now, ass up." *Spank!*

Next Chapter: 1-2 Sana Arc; Free Use (TBC)

#sana smut #twice smut

[mari-the-bimbo]

Ok.. but CEO! Nanami reacting to one of the co-workers belittling the Secretary! Reader, because your favoritism is obvious.

I think it's different from the CEO! Gojo who would react in a petty and childish way. CEO! Nanami would definitely take the person to HR.

CEO Nanami: don’t mess with his secretary

A/N: OOOF just imagining the way CEO Nanami would deal with this is making me hot. He’s so daddy 🫡

CEO Nanami is a very straight to point, mature man. He’s having none of it.

It’d all start when the sharp eyed CEO notices your puffy eyes when you come in to his vast office to drop off a file. Even with your head down, he notices the redness of your pretty doe eyes.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You hum, trying not to give away the sadness in your voice. ‘Gotta stay professional’ you tell yourself. But Nanami was a very emotionally intelligent man who already had enough cues to realise you were upset.

“Come to me, love” he says. And his deep velvety voice already comforts you and melts you enough to give in to your boss.

You walk up to him until you’re standing in front of his seated figure. He stands up to be closer to you, easily towering over you in seconds.

He stares at you before his hand holds your much smaller one, and his other large hand cups your cheek.

“Care to explain why your pretty face is sad?” He coos and you turn away blushing, your mind wondering whether your colleagues were right.

“A-are you only nice to me because I look pretty?” You ask nervously, hoping it’s all a lie and your colleagues were just being mean.

“What?”

You take a deep breath before elaborating. “Some guys from Department 19 was saying how I’m more like your slut than your secretary because I’m nothing but looks”

You’re met with silence for a few seconds before Nanami spoke.

“Give me their full names”

You finally look up at your tall boss and noticed the stern, unimpressed look on his face. “Their names will be sent to HR right now” he said in a monotone manner, and you was surprised by Nanami’s straight to the point decision making.

“Sir it’s fine I-“

“Listen to me y/n” he says and his large hand grabs your shoulders. “You’re more than looks, you’re smart, helpful, empathetic and so much more. “You’re everything” he adds, making you smile.

“Thank you sir” you barely whisper as you let him wipe your tears away.

“Don’t listen to men who are simply angry they can’t have you and I can” he says. You’re flustered by his words but you reject them.

But you shake your head at the last bit, confusing the blonde CEO. “I don’t think so sir, I think they said it because everyone thinks you favour me and-“

“Yes I do, so what?” He says, taking you by surprise.

Your eyes widen as you look up at him. “Sir?”

“Yes, I have open favouritism towards you. I’m the CEO, I do as I please” he says casually.

He takes a step closer to you until your breasts are pressed against him. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears as he speaks “but that’s no reason for them to belittle my favourite girl”

You smile gratefully at your charming CEO, leaning your face into his large palms, batting your eyelashes at him, making the man chuckle amusedly. But then he uses his palm to lift your face.

And while your nose was almost touching his, he speaks, “I still need those names darling”

You nod, as he sits back in his chair. You sit on the arm of his chair as you watch him casually filing the complaint to HR as if it’s nothing to him.

“Remember to immediately come to me if this ever happens again, okay y/n?” He says sternly as you hug his broad shoulders affectionately.

“Yes sir”

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Death’s Head

G/N Fast Food Worker Reader x M! Bugkeeper Yan OC

Part 1~

His Info: 🦋✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: G/N Reader, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NSFW, Yandere, stalking, ML!masturbation, edging, non-con voyeurism, mentions of cheating, scent kink

“$26.70 is your total…” You meet his amber eyes, “You come here a lot, you like the food that much?”

“N-Not really… But it’s… C-convenient,” He says in a voice so quiet you’re surprised it came out of such a tall guy.

Your brow dips suspiciously. “Huh. Whatever, have a nice morning…” As you’re handing over the brown paper sack your hands touch briefly. He drops the bag and spills his fries all over the counter.

“Fuck, sec!” You rush to grab a new fry for the poor guy. The shit’s so overpriced nowadays anyway.

“I-It’s n-no big d-deal!”

“No, it’s not, which is why i’m getting you new ones! Don’t worry, sir,”

Your back is turned, which he is more than thankful for as he can’t stop a shuddery response to your title for him. “Ahhah, i-if you insist…”

“Of course I do. Now here, take these and go have a good day,” you flash him a sweet smile, melting his poor, weak heart.

He stares into your eyes for just a second too long, and a coworker clears their throat at you both. If you were to admit it, you were more than a little zoned out and didn’t actually notice. But it’s back to the ol’ grind nonetheless!

You pretend to roll up your sleeves as you ring up your next patron. “Enjoy your day!”

Enix lets himself into your partner’s house. It’s barely a brisk walk away. Youre both out right now. Your puppy runs up happily to Enix, recognizing him and his scent from previous visits.

You are so perfect for him.

Sure he lives around forty minutes away, and he’d drive a thousand miles if it meant seeing you for even just a second. But this isn’t about that, it’s about how welcome you’ve made him feel! Keeping every little thing in your life so conveniently close together.

You shop right next door, you work down the street, you stay inside most of the time, it’s perfect.

You reek.

Just like every other weekday. You reek.

Your shitty job makes you stink like fryer grease and low quality burgers. You can never get to the shower fast enough.

You fly through your thought-to-be-empty house. It doesn’t smell much better than you though. Your partner’s cigarettes, and burnt dab rig, stale up the air, but it’s what you’re accustomed to. You loved them, and the smell is part of that package.

Enix watches you through a crack in the door, dangerously close, but frustratingly far. His hand palms himself through his dark jeans. Fuck, if you knew he was pleasuring himself to you right behind you, would you ever accept him? The worry gets him even more worked up.

What if you hate him?

Hand now thrusts into pants, he strokes himself and squeezes his shaft a little too hard, and almost makes an audible noise.

And now he’s realized that he’s just gotten so into it, he forgot to breathe!

*Cough*

“Hmm? Cam? Is that you??” You spin to say, as if you could see perfectly through the sheer curtain, and almost closed door.

You aren’t even sure you heard anything… But you have this… Gut feeling that you can’t explain.

By the time you get out, he’s cursing to himself as he sits fully hidden in the pantry.

Meaning: He can’t see you.

You’re probably putting on a show just for him, trying on your cute clothes, and he isn’t even there for it!

His cock twitches.

It’s already dark, but Enix closes his eyes and breathes in…

He can at least picture you, oh~ the way you tilt this way and that, turning to get all the right angles…

“nuh uh, not this one” he hears you from the other room.

He rubs his thumb over his slit, then slowly spreads pre over his fat tip in a nice wide circle. He sighs out, gods, you’re so hot, and he can’t even see you! Just the idea of you has him edging.

*Thump!* “Ooof!!” You trip and fall while trying to step into a pair of pants, “Fuck!”

At first he was worried and ready to help, until he heard the inflection of your voice. Instead he’s moved to his glands, squeezing and teasing himself. He wasn’t gonna… It feels so wrong… But he pulls out a pair of your dirty panties he stole last time he was here, and brings them to his nose.

“Oh my gods…” He almost comes right then. He has to pull away and focus hard on not finishing.

“Cam?” you call.

Shit!!! Was he too loud?

“hm,” he hears the shrug in your voice, “Whatever,” You sound pouty… His heart hurts for you. Your little cuck boy is out cheating.

He knows he is, he put a tracker on him, he doesn’t have to physically follow them, to know what going directly from clubs, to random peoples houses nightly means. What an imbecile. Squandering such a precious thing as you.

Footsteps, coming closer, his breath hitches, and his heart flips.

He’ll get to see you again!

You throw the remote onto the couch after flicking the switch and putting on a mindless youtube video, throwing your phone down to join it.

You appear through the crack in the door frame, hovering over the plate of sweets he made specially for you.

You take one and peel the wrapper slowly, agonizingly and to him, seductively. Enix swallows. You bring the treat up to your pretty lips and as soon as it touches them, a wet patch forms on his pant front as he stands hunched, and shuddering. He’s biting his own hand as to not make any noise, but gods he’s never came so hard!

Part of him is touching you! An intimate part of him, touching an intimate part of you… He’s mixing with your saliva now, melting over your warm tongue… Being welcomed into your body! Oh goodness. He’s not sure he can, but he might come again! His dick never softened, and he feels the pressure building inside once more.

fuck…

You’re so perfect for him.

“Mmmm!” You sound orgasmic… You love the taste of him… You really do! “No way they made these themself.”

A bit of crème sticks to the side of your cheek, and when he watches your tongue poke out and lick it off, the way your eyes roll back.

“NNNNNNGGGGG” He comes again. thankfully though you don’t hear him over the tv. He breathes out in relief.

#my oc #yandere #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere x reader #yandere x you #my fic #tw yandere #dead dove do not eat #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere genius #oc enix #genius x reader #gn reader #yandere smutt

[newtonsheffield]

Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sharma in take a deep breath and jump (then fall) by newtonsheffield (Moomin_94)

Anthony sighed as he sat on the curb outside his shop, just like always, his coffee in hand stretching his back out. He heard the engine before he saw it and lifted his head as the small van pulled to the curb. A woman got out from behind the wheel her curly hair bouncing as the skirt of her dress twirled around her a little and Anthony’s stomach dropped. Just the tiniest bit as her eyes fell on him.

Her brow furrowed as she stepped forward, her voice smooth, “Are you alright, sir?”

He looked behind him, half expecting to see someone behind him but there was no one there. He stood, smoothing back his hair and lifting his sunglasses, “Yeah, are you? No offence but girls like you are usually pretty fucking lost at a tattoo parlour.”

The woman who’d gotten out behind her laughed, leaning against the side of the van but the woman in front of him raised her eyebrow, her eyes travelling down to the hand he’d wiped against his leather pants and held out to her, “I’m not lost. We just leased the shop front next door.” She pointed at it, “We’re florists.”

She took his hand and he felt the swoop in his stomach again as their skin met, her smooth skin looking a little odd next to his, covered in ink. “I’m Anthony.”

“Kate.” She said, stepping back towards the shop front, “Don’t worry, I’ll stay out of your way. And I don’t think I need to worry about you getting lost my way. You don’t strike me as the sort of guy who buys a lot of flowers.”

He stared at her, as she walked away, watching the sway of her hips and the swish of her hair as the scent of her perfume hung in the air around him. She was exactly the sort of girl he usually stayed away from when he saw them in pubs. Girls who knew what they wanted, and weren’t willing to settle for anything less. But all he wanted, every time he saw her in the next month, was to throw her off her game. So when he saw it open one morning, his head still pounding a little, wearing yesterday’s outfit he went in, winking at her as he ordered flowers for the woman whose bed he’d just left. He watched with a little satisfaction as she disgustedly pushed his phone back towards him with her pen when he couldn’t remember the woman’s name and had to show her the contact, delicately cleaning the pen with a sanitising re she carried on.

“Do you think Miss BigTits will be very offended if I leave off her last name on the envelope?”

He could tell it offended her, that he didn’t care what the flowers were and he couldn’t remember the woman’s name that he’d spent the night with and part of him enjoyed the way it rankled her, the snide little remarks she tossed at him, so he kept going back. Every time a different woman. He Kept needling at her. Until it was all he thought about. Until he woke up thinking about her and went to bed thinking about her and all he wanted was to reach forward and tug her against his chest and let his teeth bite at her neck as their hips rocked together.

But fuck him, she’s the last person he wants to see sitting in the corner of the pub that night, a little tipsy already as she calls him over to her.

“Why are men so fucking awful?”

“I’m sorry?”

“The guy I went out with.” Kate sighed, gesturing for the bartender to pour Anthony a pint and two shots. “You need to catch up to me. The guy I’ve been talking to, or like one of them, we went out and he asked me if I’d be open to having a threesome.”

Anthony’s stomach lurched, “well, I guess maybe he-”

“With my sister.”

“Ooof.” Anthony said, downing his drink, “yeah That’s fucking bad.”

“I just- I want to meet someone, I want to fall in love! My parents are so in love and I want that and I don’t think I should feel bad for trying to get it.”

Anthony nodded, her wide eyes catching his until he had to look away from her, his chest tight. “You shouldn’t.”

“But I like sex too! Men are just such… fucking arseholes about it!”

And he knew he shouldn’t have said it, but he couldn’t help himself, with her leg brushing his and her fucking perfume hanging in the air and her hair brushing his chest. “Well, I’m not what you’re looking for but we can fuck if you like. Promise I won’t be an arsehole about it.”

And when he walks into her shop the next morning, with the marks from her fingernails burned into his back and the taste of her still on his tongue he knows what a mistake he’s made when she snaps at him the second he walked in

“No! You are not permitted to buy flowers here today!”

Because he still can’t stop thinking about her.

For @jeanvanjer

#take a deep breath and jump (then fall) #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #kathony fic #bridgerton fic #bridgerton season 2 #the viscount who loved me #florist tattooist au #moodboards

[gojos-espresso]

Prompt#1

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”

“Yes.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

Prompt taken from this post

TW: Blood, Vomit

"Why do all the police department heads have to be such assholes all the time?" She whispered to Aki. "Dunno. they probably just hate that we do the job better than them." He replied as he lit up his cigarette. She huffed as the officer explwined the basic instructions on how to handle the devil.

15 minutes had passed and the officer since the long list started. "I hope you kids are able to handle the devil inside. Devil hunting isn't all that easy. Get that fantasy out of your head. Its a serious job."

She clicked her tongue and unwrapped a lollipop and mumbled to herself, "As if it's our first time interacting with one." they walk into the building. "What did you say?" The policeman asked, "It's not our first time interacting with a devil, sir, " you replied sarcastically. He was fuming by this time. "I don't think you guys are even cut for this job, especially you-you prick! You should just leave the devils to us!" He huffed and kept on walking.

You were fuming now, gritting your teeth you walked toward him but stopped because Aki grabbed your hand and nodded a no. You tried to protest but he gripped your arm harder. "We'll deal with him after the devil is dead, and no punching him in the face." You tried to protest but it was of no use.

20 minutes passed and the wolf devil lay in carcasses. You both were covered in blood, effectively ruining your uniforms. The police force arrived with the snarky officer in the lead. "Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?" You whispered. "Yes" he replied nonchalantly. "What if break his nose just a little l?" You whispered again. He doesn't reply and starts approaching the police. You sigh and follow. "Good job you two!" The snarky officer beamed. "It was a hard task but you made it seem ea- ooof" Aki had kneed him in the nuts.

"The police force's hypocrisy never fails to amuse me. On one end we are worthless and when we do end up doing the job we are national treasures. Officers like you are the reason we exist." Aki said as he lit his nth cigarette. He then moved to the whimpering officer "Think again before you underestimate us next time. Your family won't recognize your face." And walked off. Perplexed you follow him out. You asked no questions as you drove back to the office. "A broken nose will show evidence that we assaulted him. So next time kick them in the nuts and no one would believe them."

Your eyes went wide and you beamed at him"Yes sir"

Masterlist

#anime #csm fanfiction #aki crack #aki x reader #aki fluff #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #aki angst #csm crack #power #denji #makima #himeno #kobeni #captain kishibe #quanxi #tatsuki fujimoto #denji fluff #power fluff #denji crack #power crack

[fordtato]

YES. So I'm not the only one that has MANY things to say about Return to the Bunker. I was super hyped up for this this before, but then for the whole 32 minutes of watching I was like "...are you even serious? c'mon!"

This thing felt less like a Gravity Falls episode and more like a big Ford Hate Party. Wtf?! He had a few interactions with Mabel in the series, but literally ALL of them were positive, since she never talked about her issues directly to Ford (not trying to blame her, I love Mabel with all my heart). And here Ford's straight up a huge ass to her. Not wearing a sweater in the summer (HE LITERALLY DOES?!), telling her in the face he doesn't trust her, acting like spending any time with her is wasteful and a scar on his honor (?). Dudes, did we really watch the same Gravity Falls with the same characters? Ford can (and is) be dramatic and too serious sometimes, but he's also silly, fun and adventurous! And it's SHOWN in the series! And he loves the twins more than anything!

But let's get to the thing I have the biggest problem with. The way Ford's trust issues were treated. Guy's been through hell and back. Every person in his whole life that was his close friend, ended up stabbing him in the back (from his perspective). He literally spend 30 years all by himself, FORCED to trust only himself, because trusting someone else might have ended up in him being dead. Now he's barely back home, everything is new and complicated and dangerous, there's the rift, there's Bill being a huge thread, there's his relationship with Stanley, there's his house turned into a mockery of the only thing he was ever proud of, AND this guy still stays relatively calm and collected. Now you're also expecting him to suddenly forget about 30+ years of trauma he experienced and trust people he barely knows (Soos, Wendy) with his worst fear?! And you're punishing him for being jumpy, terrified and paranoid, when he has all the reasons to act such way?! And what's with the scene when he gets on his knees and in teary tone admits that just a sad, lonely boy, but now thanks to Mabel and her friends he might change? Like, sir? Are you the Ford Pines we know? Pre-weirdmageddon afraid-to-his-death prideful and emotionally withdrawn Ford Pines? And then he "learns" absolutely nothing AND ERASES THEIR MEMORIES WITH A MEMORY GUN?? WHAT THE FUCK? I barely forced myself to watch until the very end, because I wanted to scream. You think that Ford, WHO IS A VICTIM and was against the memory gun for most of his life unless absolutely crucial, who had to erase his brother's whole personality and the only reason he remained relatively sane after that was because said brother's memories were brought back, would EVER erase memories of his own twelve year old niece and her friends, RIGHT AFTER BEING ALL OPEN HEARTED and admitting he was wrong?! I can't. I'm sorry. I got all emotional.

Mabel's not really Mabel. Ford's definitely not Ford. Stan was... well, weird, but I could maybe go with that? The B plot was better anyway. The only one that remained more or less close to their canon characterisation was Soos. Even McGucket didn't really click.

ALSO. Ford's relationship with Fiddleford in this one. Wtf. Ford, who mourned what happened between him and his former best friend for years, who had a fucking "I'm sorry Fiddleford" as one of his thoughts on mind reading machine, and who, after seeing him for the first time during Weirdmageddon was all regretful and sad, in this episode is, again, an ass to him?! And their meeting, for the first time in 30 years, is not really a big deal? Ooof.

I'm angry. I didn't like it at all and I thought I'm the only one, because all of the comments are so happy and enthusiastic. I'm glad I'm not alone. It's really not good. Well, it had good moments. I laughed REALLY hard during that dating show with the shapeshifter and a few jokes had me chuckling, and, as you said, the art is really great and you can see all the time and passion that went into it. But the plot itself... I guess it's supposed to be canon complaint. It makes it even worse. The writers really hate Ford, don't they? Eh.

Sorry for the dump. I don't know what's gotten into me. I was so excited for it, a beginner's mistake, I guess.

It felt, personally, like the writers greatly misunderstood (or did not interpret from series as I did) which qualities of Ford, Mabel, McGucket and Soos made these characters loveable and made the show work.

The script of this fan project, at times, seemed specifically antagonistic to the source material, to these characters, and to the motivations these characters held.

I am not trying to shit on something people loved, but I did not enjoy the writing at all.

[fuckmymunson]

🔮 Prof remus + size

Also congratulations <333

OOOF, this request had me-, going feral... Tysm Aarshi! I love u <3.

18+, Professor!Remus x Student!Reader, established relationship. DNI if uncomfortable.

🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖

The black vinyl rotated unbothered on his old record player, the catchy tune of a 70s song flooding your ears. Swinging your feet in the air, you smiled when the door opened and Professor Remus walked into his office.

“Hey.” You waved at him, enjoying the surprised grin on his face.

“What are you doing here, bunny?” He walked closer, placing his textbooks next to you and towering in front of you.

The sight of his height never ceased to amaze you.

This man was huge.

Not only was he one of the tallest people you had ever met before, everything about him was… big. You weren’t exactly that short, but next to him? Everything looked a couple of sizes smaller. His hands dwarfed your hips, and the way he cooed at you only made you melt in your spot.

“You didn't answer my question, bunny.” Remus noticed how your behavior changed every time he was this close to you. As if he drowned your common sense and all you could think of was him.

Which was true, if we are being truly honest.

“You know why.” The way he made you squirm just by a simple touch was amazing. His long fingers drummed your thighs and slid your uniform skirt slowly, while his free hand worked a locking and silencing spell to the door.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus gasped, pleased. In between your legs, he found the absence of underwear and a satisfying slick that covered your inner thighs. “All this for me?” You nodded, biting your pretty lips. “Usually, you know it is against your rules to touch yourself without permission… But since you behaved so well this week, perhaps I can let you go this time.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Making him proud was your absolute goal, and good girls got rewarded.

His large hands opened your legs slowly, savouring the moment. Sliding one finger across your folds, Remus hummed in delight at the prominent wetness that pooled in your aching cunt.

“Want me to use my fingers too?” He asked, your well-being being his priority.

You shook your head, looking at him with lovely, doe eyes. “No, Sir. I want you, your cock, please.”

“So polite.” Professor Remus cooed at you, how could he deny such a wonderful request? “I’ll give you what you want, bunny, you’re such a good girl.”

Soon, he was gradually sliding his long, veiny cock inside you, gently, knowing it could be too much for you if he forced it. He kept going, inch by inch, until you could swear he was hitting your stomach. Remus groaned in raw pleasure when he reached the tilt, pressing his thumb in the clear bulge in your lower abdomen.

“Look at that, you know what that is, princess?” His thrusts were slow, and careful, enjoying every grip of your tight little pussy, lost in the feeling of your warm greedy walls clenching around his hard cock.

“Hmm.” You barely managed to get out, the dizziness of pleasure and being full of him overwhelming your head. “Y—Your cock, Sir.”

Remus was unable to look away from the arousing scene, how your body struggled to fit him whole, how your thighs quivered on top of his desk, how your pretty face was all flustered and a light string of drool ran down your open mouth.

“So pretty when you’re full of my cock, bunny.” He spoke softly, speeding up his movements, abusing your poor tight pussy. The bulge became more prominent, making him moan in delight. “So pretty to see your Professor’s big cock stretching you and using you.”

“Yes, y—yes, Sir.” You mumbled, moaning loudly.

Good girls had huge rewards.

#omenhel's 500 flowers! #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader smut #professor!remus smut #professor!remus x student!reader #professor!remus x reader #remus lupin x you #marauder smut #remus by omel! #omenhel's love letters #omel's asks<3 #lovely moots!<3

[theclaravoyant]

I've been hearing the theory that Gerrard is going to captain the precinct for a while because something happens to Bobby?? Do you think you could write something about that? *prayer/please hands emoji*

AN ~ all aboard the Everybody Hates Gerrard Train!! whoo WHOO XD I am loving writing solidarity of these guys against that bench. I do have something angstier in the pipeline (ooof the buckbobby feels) but in the meantime I wanted to have a little fun with it.

tw for gerrard being ... Like ThatTM I may have dialed it up a bit for funsies. and because if Gerrard gets the Captaincy when Hen and Chim are sitting right there it might be dynamically interesting and whatever but imma still punch him tho

equality

“What are you wearing?”

Buck grins, turning away from the oven with a smear of cheese on his nose, and gestures down at his newest favourite apron. Printed across the front it reads: In my defence, I was left unsupervised.

“Hen got it for me.”

Gerrard is distinctly not amused.

Buck's smile falters. Yeah, they warned him about this.

From the table behind, Chimney attempts an assist - “Buck's in charge of the kitchen when Cap's not here. It's kinda their thing.”

“Well.” Gerrard turns back to Chimney and gives him a bitter smile. “Then it's a good thing 'Cap' is here. So I'll decide whose thing is what. Wilson! Get in here!”

“Shocker,” Hen mutters, but she moves nonetheless.

“What was that, Firefighter?”

“I said, yes sir.”

At least Buck, who's been doing his best not to look like a kicked puppy, gets a snort out of that. Chim bites back a grin.

“Good,” Gerrard spits, glaring. “'Cause it'd be a shame to have to write you up.”

“Really?” Hen challenges. “'Cause it would be a joy to report you.”

Buck and Chim's expression turn from quiet glee to panic. Abort, Abort. Hen resists the urge to bite her tongue. She's put her foot in it, and Gerrard relishes the stumble.

“For what, hm?” he presses, closing slowly in on her. “For making one of my subordinates do something she doesn't want to do? Boo hoo.”

Hen takes a deep breath. She has to choose her next words quietly - She can't afford to make a wrong move, and set off the trap. But then a new voice interrupts from the top of the stairwell. Eddie.

“For putting the only woman on the team in the kitchen. Again,” he points out. His voice is clipped. Confident. Impatient. “When somebody else has clearly volunteered to do that task.”

Hen groans silently. She's pretty sure there's nothing Gerrard would love more than to fire them all in one fell swoop. And probably nothing Eddie would love more than to punch the guy and set that chain reaction going. But- it seems to work. Sort of. Gerrard stops closing in on her and throws his hands out as if this has all been an innocent mistake.

“Ohhh, so that's the problem! Why didn't you say so? Wilson. What's something Buckley hates doing then.”

“Uh... Laundry I guess?”

Buck flashes her a look - come on, man – but he gets it. She has to take the out.

“You heard the woman,” Gerrard orders. “Laundry. Stat.”

“Okay, um,” he waffles out some handover instructions - “It's on 350 degrees at the moment, if you wait about forty five minutes then dial it up for the last ten-”

Gerrard clears his throat. “Step to it, Buckley! I think the gym rags need doing. And you'd better not have that thing on when you get back.”

Hen mouths, sorry.

“Don't even worry about it. Happy to serve.” Buck forces a smile at their Captain, hands Hen the tea towel he's got draped over his shoulder, and jogs off down the stairs.

“Problem solved, then,” Gerrard resolves on their behalf. “Equality.”

He fixes Eddie with a shit eating grin. Lets his hands linger outstretched as if he's going for a big, weird bear hug. Eddie grimaces as the man goes for a half-embrace-half-shoulder punch instead.

“You've got balls, mi amigo,” he says. “I like it.”

#*captain holt voice* don't say amigo #firefam #tv: 911 #911 fic #911 spec #911 spoilers #sort of

[deancaspinefest]

Whisper My Name

Author: PetraAmia | Artist: Solstheim Posting on Friday March 24

Castiel Novak was an alpha with a few secrets up his sleeve, and had distanced himself from his family in New York City. Of course this was the family line, and they stuck to it, Castiel was better off in the West than he was in the City, and they weren't wrong. When Castiel first roamed he made a name for himself in the trick pony shows of the time and finally settled down in a small town called Angel, Wyoming. Here, he gave into some of his Alpha instincts by taking care of the townsfolk as sheriff, but that wasn't to say that he was not a dutiful son. Twice his family back home had sent him an Omega to keep the families honor and both times, the Omega in question had not survived the sometimes harsh climate his new home provided. When a letter came from his eldest brother Michael to alert him to yet a third Omega coming to meet him from New York, he expected nothing but more of the same. He was totally unprepared for the Omega who came with his favorite brother Gabriel, and the new pup he was to take into his life. However, the events of the town have kept them apart, his duties to the town came before his new mate, his true mate, and their relationship suffers. Can they recover, and be what they were always meant to be, or will they continue to dance around each other until they wither? 

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

"My, my Clarence. The temper on you, what's got your britches in a twist?" The voice of one of his dearest friends, Lady Masters, came from the open doorway where she stood. His eyes narrowed at her heeled boots and wondered just how she had snuck up in here on him. His anger, he supposed, had made him a bit blind. She was waiting for an answer so he rumbled out his reply. "My family is meddling.... again." Castiel glared at the paper in front of him and tossed it across his desk so she could read it. The woman was noisier than anyone in town would give her credit for, but she knew how and when to keep secrets. As her eyes roamed the page Castiel leaned back in his sturdy wooden chair and tried to count backwards from fifty. Meg chuffed and waved the letter, "because that worked out so well last time. Amelia wilted in the sun out here, and April? She wanted to kill you. What kind of Omega are they sending this time?” Eyes darting back to the paper she suddenly had an afterthought, “does she know about your... preferences?" Of course there was that question, the one that made him wince. "Probably not, my family likes to shame me for those, remember?" Castiel looked longingly at the bottle of whiskey but decided against it, he was on the job. "Sheriff! There was another- ooof," the young boy Alfie, who helped out around town doing odd jobs, tripped into the office, " sorry sir, there was another letter. Was a bit sticky, so it got stuck to Lady Bradburry's package." Castiel grumbled but took the letter as Alfie straightened himself out. It was from his brother Gabriel, he read it at a glance and his ire settled a hair. "Dearest Brother, Do not be alarmed at Michael's letter. Many things have happened back home since you've gone, and you will be happy to note our Dear brother is no longer squatting on a stick. Though that is not a story for a letter, it is best told in person. I will be accompanying your new Omega, worry not. With Ruthie at my side we will wrangle the stage coaches all the way to the middle of nowhere, where you reside. It is about time I have visited the plains that you call home. We will be following the postal route and should reach our mid way point a few weeks after this letter finds you. There is a Man there named Balthazar, a friend, we will be visiting for a day or two on the journey. I would request you at least send some sort of letter there so that your new Omega can learn something of you? As I said I will have more news to share when we reach your neck of the woods, so this letter will be a touch short. Stop frowning Cassie, it is not as bad as all that. I actually approve of this one. See you soon… well you know. Your favorite brother, Gabriel"

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Friday March 24]

#Destiel Fic #Destiel Art #Destiel Fanworks #DeanCas Fic #DeanCas Art #DeanCas Fanworks #Pinefest Previews #2023 Dean/Cas Pinefest #Author: PetraAmia #Artist: Solstheim #Omegaverse #Wild West AU #Miscommunication

[cruelandlovingsadist2]

Ooof your blog is so sexy Sir. I’ve been fantasizing for a while about being someone’s anal slave 🙈 I just want to have a toy in my needy ass at all times, keeping me gaped and ready for you

So many of you anal sluts out there nowadays, huh? Being a ready for use anal slut at all times is the markings of a toy I'd keep around. Don't think that doesn't mean your other holes won't be stuffed up at the same time, though.

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

I'm watching ep1 of The Brothers Sun

I love how the dude is baking cakes and watching Great British Bake off 😂 (killers have hobbies too)

Love how the Triad people are wearing sequins

Oh noooo the old guy is dead!

Oh no he isn't he's just in a coma

Ohhhh and he's the main dude's dad

Oooooooooooo his mom's the key to power?! Fuck yeah! Michelle Yeoh is amazing

Fast and furious energy with that fast car( is it the the main guy's brother?)

What a mood that he's actually an Uber driver😂

I hope those girls gave him a good tip since they got sick in his car

I have the same alarm tone😂😂

MICHELLE! (I wonder if the footage on the TV is of Michelle's panda that she adopted)

Wait

Is she a nurse? 😂

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww she's so proud of her baby🥺

My mom also makes me text her when I get to school 😂

Love how she's just like 'go get smart'🥺

Bruce is painfully relatable with his awkward thumbs up flirting

Bruce: *pulls crumbled up dollars from his pocket and pushes it towards the lady* How much education would this buy me?

Lady: 'there's 7 dollars here.'

Poor Bruce, he spent his tuition money on improv classes 😂

'Dude, I am not a criminal!' nah but your family is😂

The way he's trying to justify selling drugs is so funny yet relatable in how college is so freaking expensive

Love that the main guy is happily getting some pastries 😂

Oh no he's just led the bad guy's to his Mama's house 🥺

Is no one even home?😂 He looks like he's been preparing himself the whole flight over😂 Awkward

Awww, he's seeing all the pictures of his mom having fun with his brother 🥺

Oop now he's fighting

DUDE HAVE YOU NO RESPECT THAT'S HIS MAMA'S HOUSE?!

Me: *makes notes* get ✍️ electric ✍️ fly✍️swatter - Oooooooooooo ✍️and a pineapple ✍️

The way that he's pausing to smoke and give the guy a cigarette 😂

Ooof, that was yucky🫣👀( the dude literally pulled his hard through the knife)

I'd make a joke about how pepper spray is not really that effective when your house is broken into and there's a lot of violence that have taken place, but it's Michelle yo so she makes it an insanely deadly weapon

Michelle: 'Bruce' wrong son, don't worry Bruce is fine selling some drugs

Love that her first words to her eldest kid is 'who's this?'

He brought pastries, he's a good son😂

She insulted his beard 😂 and is making him clean up

Dude used the good knife to fight? Disrespectful 😂

Love how they're just cooking while a dead dude is there😂

'not soft, sensitive'😂

Michelle: 'he thinks his father is a gambler and you're an Antarctica working with penguins'

Brother: 'fuck'

DUDE YOUR MAMA MADE YOU FOOD YOU SHOULD EAT IT

Wait, I feel like the club is the same one Bruce is at😂

Bruce, you should've logged into the guy's network just for giggles 😂

Bruce is such a mood

Bruce, in a room of sketchy people who are probably killers: "Hello sir nice to meet you, I'm Bruce."

Oh May is totally a killer

And I kinda love her

Oooooo it is the same club!!!

Bruce: "WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME DRUGS?! I'M NOT A COP!" Relatable

Ooooooooo Bruce is trying to sell his brother snow/pearl/nose candy/disco biscuit 😂

Oof, Charles got tasered

Poor Bruce is so confused 😂

Love that their grandmother carries a taser 😂

"I could prove it by killing all of you. Or you could just check my ID."😂

May is fangirling😂

Love that she's like: 'sometimes family's are fucked up'

Bruce: 'wait, dad's rich? And I'm driving for Lyft?!' what a mood

Poor Bruce is so scared 😂

Charles: "Bruce, do me a favor, don't tell Mom." :)

Bruce: 'WhAt?' :(

Boom shockaloca

Bruce: "We can't come in here looking like this! Mom's gonna freak!"

Charles, barely able to stand and covered in blood: "I found Bruce, he's safe"

Meanwhile, their mom is in the kitchen in an apron, shower cap and getting ready to cut up a body: "Charles go get changed. We gotta get rid of the body. Bruce, go to bed. You got a test tomorrow." She's got her priorities straight, that's for sure

The way the brothers looked at each other as their mom starts drilling into the bad guy😂

This show is a comedy truly

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[hyperfreaksating]

Talking about the Buggy to Crocodile simp pipeline : Would Crocodile be Reds type? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying he actually has any chances when Buggy is around or that Buggy need to worry about his wife being unfaithful, not even a little, more in a:

Getting silly after sex and shooting the shit with each other „Okay, Okay, „Fuck, marry,kill“ Sir Crocodile, Boa Hancock, Mihawk“ „Okay…. Marry Boa, obviously“ „Obviously.“ „…. Ooof… hard decision. There’s no way in hell I would come close to being able to kill either of them…. So I guess I’ll just go by who’d be the better lay…Kill Mihawk, fuck Crocodile I suppose.“ „…. Really? Huh.“ „Is that so surprising?“ „Nah, nah, he’s super hot, just didn’t think you’d go for him.“ „Listen. Mihawk is really handsome and all but Crocodile is just… god…“ „…“ „…. Aw. Too much? I’m sorry babe you’re still the hottest thing around. It’s just for the game. If we’d have played „Fuck marry cherish“ you’d be all options for me.“ „Haha, no it’s fine Bugs-„ Red smiles at her husband. „I’d totally fuck Crocodile too.“

Haaanw that's a cute prompt, thanks anon!

But to be honest I don't think Crocs would be Reddie's type. Neither Mihawk, tho. They are tooooo much serious! They take themselves too seriously! She really would find them annoying. I think she could have some "hate fuck pulsions" to them and could be somehow attracted by Mihawk sarcastic bitch jokes buuuut that would be all.

She fell for Buggy mostly because

She was bored as hell and he brought so many laughter into her life

He's an overcute pathetic whiny ass and she fell for this vulnerability.

sooo the big dark-sasuke-I'm-too-badass-to-show-feelings energy isn't really for her.

I thiiiink she would rather have a soft spot for men like Franky (would respect too much Frobin to ever admit that - just I can easily imagine Robin and Red spending time on the Sunny's desk and looking at Franky and Red saying "damn sis, you have good tastes in men") or even Bonclay.

... Which may or may not piss off Buggy who could feel kind off insulted to not find himself in the "super badass casually sexy men" case.

She would also have a thing for Ace I think. He's way too young for her but nothing real, just a "damn if I had met you in my 20's, I would have fell for you young wolf" feeling you know?

However when it comes to women she can go Sanji mode real quick.

(so in your scenario, she would have say Fuck Boa without hesitation) (it may or may be in a situation like this that Buggy realised his wife goes both ways, tho.)

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[fictional-mind21]

BAAOA -Part 1 (The Meet)

Characters: Y/N, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and Vision

Synopsis: Meeting the Earth’s Mightiest Hero’s

Warnings: The bold letters are the readers thoughts. Otherwise, none?

Word Count: 933 (Thought this would be longer)

a/n: Also, Gifs aren’t mine.

You sneak behind the door

“Y/n, here’s no point in trying to hide I know it's you“ Tony said

Not coming out of your hiding place nor responding you sneak deeper into the poorly lit hallway suddenly bumping into someone

Your eyes widen turning around quickly to try and cancel out the noise but its already too late

“ooof“

You hear the figure say 

“shhh“ you whispered as quietly as you could holding your index finger to your mouth

“Y/N you don’t actually believe you can scare me, right?“ Tony says his voice getting closer

“So i’m guessing your Y/n??“

You put your hand up to their mouth

“mmm!“

Holding his arms out in surrender “MMK“

“nice try, Y/N“ you heard a stern voice from behind you say

“Uggghhh so close“ you say annoyed, glaring at the person in front of you

You turn around and smile genuinely happy just annoyed that you couldn't surprise him

“TONY!!!!“ you hug him

“Hey kiddo“ he says spinning you around

“You have a kid?!?”

Both of you turn around forgetting there’s somebody else in the room.

You glare at him while Tony introduces you guys

“Y/n, this is Sam Wilson“ he says

“Wilson, this is y/n”

“Your kid??!!” Sam says utterly bemused

“My niece“ Tony clarifies

“ouch“ you scoffed trying not to laugh

“you didn't let me finish“ he says pretending to be annoyed

“Sorry continue great sir“ You bow mockingly

He turns serious facing Sam “She’s like a daughter to me and we all know what a flirt you are but hurt her and you're in trouble with me.”

“Got it“ Sam says

“He's joking” you say as Tony walks away but turns back when he realizes you aren’t behind him

“I can kick your ass myself” you say walking toward Tony but turning back to look at Sam

“Got it“ Sam says surrendering with his hands up

The Next Day

“So you ready to meet the team?“ Tony asks you outside the door of the conference room

“Ye-Yeah“ you say, your breath shaking

Tony looks at you concerned

“You know, we can do this another time.You don’t have to meet earth's mightiest heroes when you know Iron Man.“

You smile

What if they hate me? What if they laugh at me?

“Look, for what it's worth you’re one of my favorite people“ he says as if reading your mind

“That’s because you have to, we’re family“ you laugh the tension in your chest easing a bit

“What’s that got to do with anything?“ he says raising an eyebrow

“Ok i’ll give you that one“ a small smile appearing on your face

“You ready?“

You take a deep breath in

“yeah, let’s do this“

“Plus, even you should know that even if we weren’t family I have very high standards“ he says looking back at you and opening the conference room door

You laugh, finally feeling the clenching hand on your chest let go. Still nervous but not anxious you walk into the conference room and turn to face the team as you hear Tony say

“Guys I called this meeting because there’s someone I want you to meet“

All the conversation stop and all eyes turn to Tony but he looks at you

Breathe

“Hi” you say making all eyes turn to you

“Y/n!!“ you hear a familiar voice say

“Sam“ you say glaring at him jokingly

“Is that your name?“ a girl says smiling, helping you feel at ease

“Yeah, my name is y/n. I’m Tony’s niece. My mother was his sister.“

“You had a sister?“ You hear another girl say with her arms crossed, making her look intimidating

“Yes geez, I don’t have to tell you guys everything. Just wanted to introduce her because she’ll be staying with us“

“Well, I’m Wanda“ says the girl who’s smile put you at ease

“Steve Rogers“ you hear a guy with dirty blonde hair say

“Name’s Natasha Romanoff“

“Vision“

“and your friend Sam, of course“

You laugh

“How do you guys know each other?“ you hear Steve and Nat say

“Sorry don’t take it personally, if you couldn’t tell from before Nat likes knowing everything but Steve’s just curious“ Wanda says

“Its okay, We actually met yesterday“ you say

“Yeah I was walking in the hallway yesterday all peaceful when I was suddenly attacked“ Sam says

You roll your eyes unable to contain the chuckle that escapes

“Oh so its like that”

“Just being honest“ he says holing his hands up and shrugging his shoulders, feigning innocence

“I was trying to surprise Tony when this annoying voice alerted Tony of my presence“

“Well this competition ought to be fun“ Tony says rolling his eyes

Steve chuckles shaking his head and Nat smirks

“Before I forget kiddo there one other person who you haven’t met“

You look at him waiting for him to continue

“Sergeant James Barnes, he’s on assignment right now so you won’t get to meet him till later“ Tony says

“Or ever, considering how much he likes to spends his alone“ Sam says

“Where is she gonna sleep, Tony?“ Vision says

Tony let you slept at a hotel last night knowing how useless it would be to argue with you

“There’s a spare room on the first floor“

“but if you want top floor i’ll trade with you“ Wanda says

“Is it really the first floor if the floor is still above other floors?“ Vision asks lost in thought

They both look at you questioningly

“It's okay i’ll take the first floor“

Here goes nothing

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[sanjoongie]

Topaz! Congrats on your 1-yer Tumblr anniversary! I was waiting for you to open a taglist because I wanted to be added SO badly. In any case, the prompt I'm giving you for this taglist opening is "You want me to shut up? Kiss me then." This could be any ateez member you think it fits best with !!

Congrats again!!

~Topaz: ooof well i'm glad i opened the taglist then! don't ask what this is, i just went with it lmao >&lt;

Boo!

✧Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) ✧Genre: smut, crack?, thriller ✧Au: ghost hunter ✧Word Count: 1,284 ✧Warnings: fingering (f receiving), breast play, public sex, penetrative sex with a barrier ✧Rated: 18+ MDNI

"You want me to shut up? Kiss me then."

Wooyoung really hates that that is what left his mouth when you told him to stop babbling behind you. You turned around with a face that said you were disappointed in him.

"Why did you ask me to do this with you if you were going to be this scared?" You demanded.

Yup, Wooyoung was going to die. Clearly you hated him now and he had lost all chances of ever having you fall madly in love with him.

Wooyoung laughed, scratched the back of his head and stared at the barren wall beside him. "What are you talking about? I'm having fun."

You rolled your eyes at him. The two of you were ghost hunting. Wooyoung had gotten sick and spent a week binge watching some ghost hunter series and now he was addicted. He begged you to come with him to an abandoned mall. Wooyoung showed you all of the accounts that proved it was haunted and you had mocked him.

"Then let's go and prove me wrong!" He challenged you.

And that's how you ended up where you were. Wooyoung clung to your side, cheek smooshed against your shoulder, cursing and yelling at every movement of a shadow. You kicked a random pebble and Wooyoung almost lifted you up and ran out of there. Well, he did in fact wrap himself more firmly around you, which involved palming your boob and making you moan.

The two of you froze. Wooyoung didn’t even let go of your boob, he was like a deer caught in the headlights. And you couldn't believe that you had made that noise. It just so happened that your breasts were sensitive today and you had not been expecting to get any action like that, so you had worn a very soft, very free bralette. And then Wooyoung experimentally squeezed again and you whimpered before snapping to it.

You slapped his hand and backed out of his grasp. “What. The. Fuck. Was. That. Jung. Woo. Young?!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Wooyoung began to yell in his shrill voice, clearly panicking. 

“The first time or the second time, sir?!” You sent him a look of pure disbelief.

“Okay, maybe the second time was to see if--”

You pushed Wooyoung, palm flat against his chest, cutting him off and making him ‘oof’ as his back hit the wall of a shoe store. “Why did I agree to this? Was this your plan all along? Get me scared in some spooky location so that I would be all over you?”

Wooyoung smiled painfully and you rolled your eyes. “Of course it was. I swear to God, our friendship is over as of now.” You turned on your heel and began to walk back the way you came.

“Wait!” Wooyoung wailed, following you closely.

“I knew I should have listened to Yeosang, but noooooo,” You berated yourself, “I have to be nice. I have to do a solid for Wooyoung.” You blew a raspberry at your own naivete. 

Then a random cardboard standee in front of a beauty store fell down and scared the shit out of the two of you. Wooyoung took the moment to dash to your side once again. “Please don’t leave me here alone” He begged.

“You probably have San in here making all the scary stuff happen!” You insisted, “Come out, Choi. I’ll beat your ass along with Wooyoung’s!”

You marched over to the standee, despite Wooyoung desperately pulling at your hand. “Please, don’t piss off the ghosts anymore, please--!” He cursed when a pane of glass fell from the second floor… right in front of the both of you. 

You were silent, unsure exactly what to do next. The instances of these circumstances were certainly suspicious but you didn’t believe in ghosts… right?

“Wooyoung,” You said, pulling Wooyoung closer to you with his hand still in yours.

“Mmm?” He said quietly, letting you tug him to your body.

“You and I are going to tone down our yelling,” You suggested, “And then we are going to leave. Peacefully.”

“I think that sounds about right,” Wooyoung agreed.

You took a few steps around the shattered glass, careful of the pieces, and turned around, eyes scanning everywhere for even a hint of someone--or something--about. Then some eerie music began to play and it sounded like it was coming from the speakers of the mall itself. That was the last straw on the camel's back. You and Wooyoung sprinted to the entrance of the mall, hightailing it out of there. 

The result of the run and the adrenaline had you two all over each other regardless of your original horror. In broad daylight, Wooyoung had your shirt and bralette pushed up over your chest so that he could suck and slobber all over your tits. You made all the pretty moans for him and Wooyoung felt like his corduroys were a torture that his dick would never escape. Once he spit on his fingers and started rubbing you under your leggings, he was a goner. Your fucked out expression while he pulled at your nipple with his teeth was exactly what he wanted.

Wooyoung promptly pulled his fingers from inside of you and took a step back. Your bewildered expression was certainly cute but he did his best to keep a smug expression off his face. You frowned at him and clearly he had failed in that regard. “What are you doing now?”

Wooyoung attempted to look contrite. “Can I fuck you?”

You’re about to make a mean comment like Wooyoung can suffer for all you care, but once careful look at his pelvis lets you know that Wooyoung is positively vibrating for the chance to fuck you. “I don’t suppose you have a condom?”

Wooyoung pulled a foil package from his pocket. “I don’t leave the house without one.”

“Did you think you were going to fuck a ghost and thought ‘I better not make the antichrist?’?” You demanded.

Wooyoung eagerly wiggled down his corduroys, ripped the package with his teeth and rolled the condom confidently down his length. “I watched that season of American Horror Story with you, remember?”

You rolled your eyes but let Wooyoung turn you around with hands on your hips. You braced yourself against the stucco wall of the mall. Wooyoung aids you in pulling one of your legs out of your leggings, so that he can push your underwear to the side. You cocked your free leg to give him access and then with a grunt, Wooyoung is inside of you. He helped you hold your leg aloft, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your thigh as he rolls his hips against your ass.

“Oh fuck, that’s exactly what I needed to take the edge off,” Wooyoung moaned.

You’d love to be able to back talk but are trying very hard to keep it in on how much Wooyoung’s dick is affecting you. You pressed your lips inward, squeezing your eyes shut, but you let out a tiny whimper. If Wooyoung had been any less pussy drunk, he might have teased you, but he was in a similar position. He almost wished he had told you he didn’t have a condom. If you felt this good around him now, imagine how good you’d be for him if he fucked you raw?

Wooyoung was going to have to thank San, Yeosang and Mingi later for helping him get here. But for now, he was going to enjoy fucking you to an orgasm and never letting you live it down that you fucked outside an abandoned mall in broad daylight after being scared by ‘ghosts’.

Taglist game is closed! Just clearing out all the ones that made it through the deadline~ enjoyyyyyy

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