#so anytime i want to communicate i can only squeak the toy

[candiid-caniine]

objectively funny kinks. put them in my inbox

#send asks #t4t kink #no kinkshaming #funny is not a moral judgment #my objectively funny kink is beig gagged #with a squeaky toy #so anytime i want to communicate i can only squeak the toy #i want more clown kinks u guys #only barks

[bucksfucks]

hi el! what is dadsbestfriend!bucky is your boss at your new job? he openly praises, and you try to hide how much you like it, but he loves to make you squirm?

⟶ boss • dadsbestfriend!bucky

word count || ~ 1,000 words

warnings || heavy praise kink, breeding kink, heavy & undefined age gap [reader is mid-20’s, bucky is late 30’s], talk of imposter syndrome [brief], sweet & fluffy bucky, bucky reassures reader, slight mocking & degradation, pet-name [gumdrop], unprotected sex, leather kink [brief], fingering, denied orgasm, ass-slapping/grabbing, bucky finishes in reader, cum-play — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || so i miss dadsbestfriend!bucky a lot

“Hey Bucky, I have the photocopy’s you made. Oh and I think Margaret said that your 3pm got moved to 4pm, but it’s just up the street at Bluefin.” You finally exhaled after plopping the sheets on Bucky’s desk.

He looked at you, chuckling as he pushes away from his desk and stood up.

“Hey, gumdrop?” He asked, a fluttery feeling in your chest as you hummed with eager eyes.

“How many times have I had to remind you that you’re not my secretary?” You dropped your head, you felt a little embarrassed, but you just loved being able to work with Bucky—even if it was for him.

“You’re my head of communications, yeah? That means I want you to focus on your job. You didn’t get all those degrees to run back and forth from the photocopier.”

His words made you feel...important. Effectively kicking your imposter syndrome out the door and filling you with confidence.

He lifted your chin with a gloved metal finger, “and you’re doin’ a fantastic job.”

You signed, smiling, “thanks Buck, I needed to hear that.”

He hummed in return, wrapping his arms around you before you were melting into his touch. Bucky smelled like clean linen, a hint of leather, and oak.

It made things feel alright.

“Anytime, gumdrop.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before you’re growing apart no standing on your own.

The rest of the day seemed to go by both rather slowly but all too fast and the sun had began setting over the skyscrapers that was New York City.

“C’mere, gumdrop.” Bucky whispered, pulling you into his office as you squeaked and let out a laugh before you were pressed against his office door.

Fucking your boss was one thing, but fucking your boss who also happened to be your dad’s best friend? Well, that was part of the thrill.

“Ever since you came in my office this mornin’, I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ of takin’ you against these big windows,” he purrs in your ear before you feel a leather gloved crawl up your thigh and grip your ass.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He then asks, “I think you deserve too, you know that, gumdrop?”

That damn nickname sends another shiver rolling throughout your body.

“Really?” Your breath hiccups, stuttering and catching in your throat.

“Really, gumdrop. You’ve been workin’ so hard for me. ‘M really proud of you.” Your praise kink activates, a mewl falling from your lips.

“Now can you continue bein’ a good girl and go stand in front of the windows?” He asks and you nod your head, slowly moving your legs until you were stood looking over the city.

“Love when you wear dresses to work,” he hums, biting his lip as he flips it up and over your waist.

“Feel what you’ve done to me?” His hands are on your hips as he pulls your ass against his crotch—cock hard.

You let a moan slip, feeling your panties being moved to the side before a cool leather finger is sliding through your folds.

“Hmm, so this is what praise does to you, gumdrop.” He chuckles deeply as he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to toy with it.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, bet I could just,” his fingers are now inside of you, “slip right in.”

There was nothing to grip onto, just clean, smooth glass under your palms as Bucky slowly fucked you with gloves fingers.

“Mmm, not yet,” he removes his fingers, a whine passing through your chest at the orgasm denial.

“Oh hush, you’re ‘bout to get my cock, gumdrop,” he smacks your ass lightly, a shock running through you before you’re being stretched by him.

He fits so nicely, snug and tight as you squeeze him and keep him warm.

Bucky grunts, wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady as his hips gyrate against yours.

“That’s a good girl, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well. And right here, in my office,” he nips at your earlobe as his voice rumbles.

“Such a good, but filthy girl,” he snaps harshly with his hips and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep standing before your knees go out from pleasure.

“Bucky,” you moan, gripping onto his biceps as you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, gumdrop, I know. You can cum, you don’t have to hold back for me.” He whispers gently, finding your clit again which throws you over the edge.

You’re waiting for Bucky to finish inside of you, filling you up and suddenly you’re craving it.

“C’mon Buck,” you’re breathless, “fill me up.”

It’s all it takes before he’s stuttering and grunting as he spills inside of you.

He’s panting, catching his breath before slowly slipping out of you and making sure to snap your panties back into place.

“There we go, wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste,” he smirks, already feeling your panties dampen with his leaking cum.

It’s a good day at the office when you get to fuck your boss.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes oneshots #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfic

[thetaledeliveryservice]

Ohh here's a new one pocket master + neko master = kitten master, pocket master with cat ears and a tail!! Ozymandias would die of cuteness overload I also imagine kitten master for some reason can't talk and only makes kitten noises which does make communication difficult but Ozy thinks it's makes master even cuter

Ozymandias

Master, it is amusing and concerning how you keep doing this to yourself. First, you shrank, then you got the cat ears and tail, and now you have a combination of the two. How did you even manage this?

Once again, you'll find yourself being carried everywhere and pampered. The best food that Chaldea can provide will be yours and his, and prepare to feel like a spoiled housecat as you lounge around with him. He’ll even hand feed you if you want (let him do it, humor him).

Is it possible for a servant to melt from how cute something or someone is? Chaldea just about found out when you tried speaking to Ozy, only for squeaks and mews to come out instead of words. No one had ever seen the pharaoh look so mesmerized by something before.

He may also have gotten some cat toys as a joke. Though Fou pretty much immediately stole them as soon as he got his paws on them, so you can’t really confirm if he did get some for you.

He offers to keep pampering you after you return to your regular self, wanting you to know that he adores you no matter what form you take. Though is seems Mash and a few others may be banding together to make sure Chaldea’s Master doesn’t transform in any shape or form again anytime soon.

#Fate Series #Fate Grand Order #FGO #Fate Grand Order x Reader #Fate Grand Order Headcanons #Ozymandias x Reader

[isaspsp]

Dream Log:

The dream was as usual, long af, but there is one person I want to remember.

So. In the dream, I am living with an absurd amount of people at this farm house complex. I am a child, I'd say about 11?

At night, it's hot, so I go open a window. For some reason I'm incredibly sad, so I just sat there crying on the window. This man passes by the window and approaches me. Of course, I immediately close the window on his face and run inside.

A few days later, I'm at the window again. It's morning this time. I meet the man again. We say hi. He asks if I'm feeling better. I am. He smiles and walks away.

Now comes in dream logic. The house we live in is this farm complex, so there is like, at least 2 big houses where we live communally in. One time I open one of the side room doors and I'm taken to this uhhh souvenir shop? There are clown dolls of all shapes, sizes and quality everywhere (none of them are creepy). They are all so so lovely. The shop is mostly soft yellow and bright orange, and it's just so happy! Suddenly this clown show starts happening all over the store. It's a dream, so the clown looks like the ragdolls and streches infinitely at will. I'm spooked at first, but come to love the show. I speak to the clown for a bit after that, I find out that the shop is gonna be there for me whenever I need it.

Turns out the clown is the man I met at the window. I many times come over to see the performance and then to just talk to him as he removes the clown make up and becomes his normal self. We become really good friends. Like best friends. He's my best friend in that whole house. I've known him for many months T this point.

One day I open the door to find the walls bare of any of the usual dolls. Not even the shelves are there. I start a small panic, but then I notice a door at the opposite wall from where I came from. The man opens the door and steps in. He is not wearing his makeup at all, and is purely his normal self. He is wearing his big long coat, and warm smile. But he has gloves on... and holding in said gloves... a suitcase.

He tells to me, still with a warm smile, but his voice is a mix of happiness and sadness: he's retiring. He's going to move back to his home country, back to move with his family (which I know to be only a son). I most immediately start sobing on the spot. I'm not ready to lose my best friend. I can't. I can't. I can't. I know he has to leave. He opens the door and I can hear the airport sounds coming through. He only has fifteen more minutes before he has to go. I jump at him and cry cry cry, and hug him so so thight.

I know he's never coming back. He doesn't seem to be incredibly old, but if he's retiring, that must mean he won't be traveling again, and I won't ever leave the farm (or at least not anytime soon), so I'll never see him again. Never see my best friend. Never. I sob and hug him. I'll have to let go, and I will. I wouldn't let him lose his flight and not reunite with his son... but I really don't want to let go. But alas. I do. He crouches down to meet my eyes. He is not crying but I see his eyes are glassy, and seem about to tip over in tears. He extends his hand into the coat and takes two small toys from it.

One of them is one of the bajillion rag dolls that previously filled the room. It's not one if the fancy ones, but it's the one I loved most. I hug it tight to my chest. The other toy is one I haven't seen before. It's a squeak toy. It's a mouse but square. It holds a small brass horn on it's small rubbery square rat hands. I press on the rat's body and the horn makes a stupidly loud sound for its size. It makes me smile. My friend then rises and he hugs again. He then leaves and I've lost my best friend in the whole world.

The room doesn't have any traces of him anymore. The walls aren't cream yellow. They are the cracked red dirt stained white walls just like every other in this farm. I leave the room, to never enter it again.

There are many other children in this farm. Today they are playing with bubbles. There is a huge container with water and soap in the middle if the yard, as well as many makeshift bubble makers and small pots we could get the bubble solution with. I come over and grab one of each for myself.

It's a dream, so some of the children manage to make huge bubbles, or an absurd amount of bubbles in one blow. I for one have trouble getting started. But once I do, I start making strings of bubbles. My bubble maker is a small strainer, so it's easy to make the bubbles pile up in a straight line. I'm by far one of the children who can hold their breath for the longest, so the line gets to about 5 meters long before it breaks off... I think I wanted a long enough line to reach out to my friend from here to wherever he was. The line of bubbles floated off into the wind and I hopped it would reach him home either way. Not that he'd know it was me, but I hoped either way.

The dream continues after that, but that is all I can and want to remember.

#dream #dream log #dream journal #clown #i cried all throughout writing this.

[sdra2headcanons]

Could we get some sfw and some nsfw headcanons for Sora x Yoruko?

I’m really sorry these took so long, but of course!

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SFW hcs:

-The way they got together is embarrassing in Yoruko’s opinion, but Sora loves to tell the story. Basically they were hanging out like always and Setsuka made an “On another date I see!” comment and Sora was like “Yeah, why?” Turns out Sora thought they’d been dating for months while Yoruko thought they were best friends that kissed sometimes. They ended up decided to officially date though, so it’s a win for them and a lose for Setsuka who can’t make jokes about them acting like a couple anymore

-They’re amazing at communication for the most part, minus Yoruko being mega tsundere half the time

-Most of their dates take place at local restaurants, and Sora loves teasing Yoruko about how overdressed she is when all she’s doing is going to a hole-in-the-wall pizza place

-Speaking of which: Sora always teases her, and Yoruko can’t even bring herself to hate it

-Yoruko spends a lot of time at work, so sometimes Sora comes to help when she’s bored. It gets work done faster and Yoruko usually gets to leave early because of how much they got done

-Yoruko’s a super calm sleeper, rarely moving from her side of the bed. Sora on the other hand moves a lot, but only so she can find Yoruko and cuddle with her. Once she’s holding onto something (whether it be Yoruko or a pillow she thought was Yoruko) she’ll calm down and stay still for the night. It’s cute, but it sucks if Yoruko needs to use the bathroom or get water in the middle of the night

-Their favorite holiday is definitely Christmas, they just love cuddling and watching bad Christmas movies while drinking hog chocolate. And honestly, who doesn’t?

-Sora’s not as impulsive as most of their friends, but it doesn’t take much to get her to get her to join their dumb plans, so Yoruko’s usually in charge of making sure no one dies whenever they all do something together

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NSFW hcs:

-Sora tops and Yoruko bottoms, I refuse to believe otherwise

-Sora’s probably quiet most of the time, which threw Yoruko off their first couple times. But she eventually got used to it and realized it’s just how Sora is

-Yoruko on the other hand makes all kinds of noises, but she’s not the type to moan or yell. She more so squeaks and whimpers

-Yoruko has tons of suggestive outfits and lingerie’s, so anytime she wants to set the mood she’ll wear one under her outfit and wait until Sora notices. Once she finally notices Yoruko’ll be like “well I was kinda hoping-“ but Sora’s already agreeing before she finishes whatever she was saying

-They’ll roleplay occasionally, but they usually stay on the more vanilla side of things

-Wait unless you don’t consider using toys as vanilla, then there’s that. They have tons of toys, but their collection is mostly made up of vibrators. For some reason Yoruko’s extremely sensitive when it comes to vibrators, so Sora always uses them during foreplay

-Tons of foreplay! Yoruko hates it, but how could Sora skip over it when she gets to hear that cute voice the whole time?

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These’re lowkey really bad but I haven’t been able to think of better ideas for them so! I hope you enjoy these, sorry they took so long! 💖

-Mod Kanade

#sdra2 #sora #yoruko kabuya #sora x yoruko #super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 headcanons

[smoljoelito]

piece by piece || joel pimentel

word count: 2,411

request/requested by: anon || possible request: the reader's not very good at communicating and having troubles to open up, with Chris or Joel A/N: I took this story to a whole nother level since I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while. Let me know if you want me to write something different.

description: You’ve been keeping a huge secret from Joel from far too long.

warnings: fluff, language, but also TRIGGER WARNING FOR ANYONE THAT HAS BEEN ABUSED WHETHER ITS SEXUAL, EMOTIONAL, VERBAL, OR PHYSICAL ABUSE BE CAREFUL.

masterlist

tags: @quierick @mepuserojito @ericks-mala-actitud@woowoodaaboo @ella-se-vuelve-loca @joelsaww @honeyzhong @sarswilltakeyouout @pimentelssmile @hardtoadore @whippedforcnco @notsoteenagegirl@richukisbb @besosdecnco  

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Piece by piece, day by day, stone by stone. 

This is all Joel has been repeating in his head since he started a relationship with you. You’ve always been incredibly private, harboring hidden things from your past behind walls you’ve built, which Joel doesn’t mind. It isn’t his business, and he knows it, he just wishes you’d actually tell him and trust him enough to let him in fully. 

While being a closed book, you’re also incredibly bold and brave to Joel. As soon as you started your relationship, you let him know exactly what kind of person you were and what he was getting himself into. You told him it was hard for you to let people in, yet you also said for some reason, telling things to Joel was much easier than anyone you’ve ever met before him and you would tell him things as you went along. You told him your trust has to be earned, yet you also said he’s earning it as we speak. And you also told him he has to be patient with you, yet you said he was the most gentle man you’ve ever met, and you already know it won’t be an issue. 

Before you said all these things though, Joel already knew them. It was as if he could sense exactly what you needed at any moment, whether it be a specific reaction or touching/ not touching, he knows. It comes as easily as performing for him. 

You kept true to your word, letting him in and allowing him to chip at your walls, piece by piece, day by day, stone by stone. As much as you tell him about your past, there are plot holes as if it were a movie. He knows you’re keeping something big from him, something that would thread all the stories together and make a tapestry, so he could see all your memories and have them make sense. 

The only thing right now that makes sense is how much he adores you. You’ve been together merely six months and he literally cannot imagine his life without you, and if he tries, his heart physically hurts in his chest. Little does he know, you feel the same exact way.

Keeping everything from him physically hurts you. Every time you curve the answer to one of his questions, it’s like your heart gets a kink in it, but every time you decide today is going to be the day you tell him everything, your gut gets a kink in it, to the point where you’ve actually thrown up before he’s come over. He knows you’re very broken, and he’s made it his duty to try and fix you, but you won’t let him. Fixing one person, putting all your time and energy into them, leaves you being the broken one in the end, and you love him too much to allow him to give himself up for you in that way.

As soon as you realized you loved him, you decided you needed to fix yourself for him before there were two broken members in the relationship, not just one. It wasn’t fair to him to have to carry your baggage when you were willing and able. So, you went to therapy, and you haven’t told him yet since you don’t want him to get offended that you’re talking to a therapist and not him. Within the first two weeks of visits, after a lot of vomiting and migraines before the visits, your therapist knew more about you than anyone in your entire life did.

And then, you were able to build yourself back up. Your past made you feel unworthy and undeserving of any form of love and happiness the world had to offer, which came in the form of Joel. This boy makes electricity run through your veins, fireworks dance across your eyelids when you kiss, and your heart leaps whenever he beams at you as if you are the only one in the room. Your first thought when you wake up is of him along with your last when you go to sleep. Whenever something good happens, he’s the first one you call. You see the sun in his smile, hear melodies in his laughter, and see galaxies behind his eyes. Every good thing in the world you correlate to Joel, even small things like finding a penny on the ground since it’s your lucky day, but the real luck you’ve had comes in the form of your boyfriend.

And to make sure he knew that you weren’t leading him on, you were the first one to say I love you. You never admit anything to him willingly, but you wanted him to know he had made so much progress with you, and he really is and was changing you for the better. Your walls are falling, piece by piece, day by day, stone by stone. It shocked him to his core, physically making him tear up. He never thought you'd say the words, much less, be the first to say them. You’ll never know how much it meant to him. He felt fire run through his veins, felt his heart start beating so fast, he thought for a second it might burst out of his rib cage. It made him feel so overjoyed, yet so emotional at the same time that he couldn’t form any words, so he just kissed you and hopefully conveyed all of the fire, the butterflies, and emotions into it before he actually said the words out loud. Little does he know, you got the message.

After three more months of work, your therapist recommended you tell Joel exactly what your past was like, which was a week ago. Now, you’re sitting in his bed, cuddled up under the covers and finishing up the last few minutes of Toy Story 3 in preparation for Toy Story 4, but with everything circulating your mind, you’re hardly focused on the movie.

At this moment, it feels right to tell him, and you’re oddly calm about it. Everything in your body feels settled and at peace with the idea. Now, you’re not afraid he will leave you for it or that he will judge you immensely and shame you, now, you’re both ready for your shit show.

“Joel?” You squeak out, causing him to glance down at you. 

“Yeah?” 

“I have to tell you something.” You can feel everything in Joel’s body physically still as his breath hitches in his throat, causing your heart to break. Before you can hear or feel anything else, you sit up in the bed, leaning up against the headboard. After a moment, he follows you in suit.

As soon as you lifted your head off his chest, his heart started to pound wildly against his ribcage. He knew what you were going to tell him, and he has been ready for it. His support, kindness, and love are ready, you just have to say the words. Piece by piece, day by day, stone by stone, your final wall is falling.

“So... um... to start off I’ve been going to therapy for three months to try to sort all my feelings out. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I didn’t want you to get offended that I was talking to someone else and not you. It’s not that I didn’t trust you, I needed to sort out my own insecurities that I was bringing into our relationship that didn’t have any business being there. I was afraid once I told you what I’m about to tell you that you’d leave me or shame me for it, but that was my own insecurity talking. Also, I felt undeserving of your love or happiness, but that’s also not true. I’m not your mess to fix, I’m my own mess to fix, and it wouldn’t have been right or healthy for you to take that all on yourself, so I got professional help. I’m sorry for not telling you.” Part of the weight that was on your chest is removed as you meet his eyes, which hold only gentleness, trust, and patience from you, the three things you originally asked for from him, but also love, an unexpected pleasure. To your surprise, he takes your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. I’m absolutely, totally in love with you. I’m not leaving you anytime soon, or ever. Thank you for being so concerned with me. It really means a lot that you went and sought out professional help so you could keep this relationship healthy. You’re so brave it amazes me sometimes.” Instantly, your face is completely red making Joel giggle, which in turn causes your heart to skip a few beats in your chest. A smile breaks out on your face even in the seriousness of the moment thanks to your cheeky boyfriend as you lean over and smack his leg jokingly.

“Let me tell you!” You beg, causing him to laugh yet again, but then he calms down, still smiling, but nodding at you to go on.

“Okay so, you know how I grew up in an orphanage and in different foster homes? Well... um... some of them weren’t so... nice. Before I found my home when I was fifteen, I went to three different foster homes before that. The first foster home I went too was awful. They only fostered kids for the extra money, not for any other reason, like love or wanting to help. The man there used to starve us when we didn’t behave and tie us to a post in the basement, sometimes for hours or a day, but one time, he left me there for four days, starved and dehydrated with fresh bruises from when he uh... hit me. When I finally came back to school and the teacher saw me, she called CPS right away and all of the kids were sent to their original orphanages, like me, or to other foster homes. 

“The second home I went to just wanted the money too, but they didn’t abuse any of us. In reality, they really didn’t care about any of us, but they weren’t evil and wanted to hurt us. It was just a place to live that wasn’t the orphanage, but soon I got sent to my third foster home. 

“The parents at the third foster home were wonderful, but their own children were not. They had 4 boys, all ranging from ages ten to sixteen. I was fourteen at the time and they would all try and mess with me. When I walked home from school or was at school with them, they’d trip me, slap me, push me, or just verbally abuse me. At night when I was asleep, they’d sneak into my room and try to... touch me. They never were successful, I’d always fight them off, but most of the time, I’d sit up the whole night and wait for my door to crack open since I was absolutely terrified. When I did sleep, it was from exhaustion. I never told my foster parents about it either, since they thought their boys were perfect angels. Later on, though, someone finally wanted to adopt me so I got taken from the shitty house.

“The two homes made me not trust any men in my life. Pretty much besides you and my dad, I thought every man was out to get me. When I first moved into my house, I wouldn’t even look at my dad when I talked to him. It took him almost a year of working with me for me to trust him. My mom earned my trust instantly, we just connected, but I never told either of them about my past foster homes. You’re the first to know. I’m sorry I never told you, I... I just couldn’t.” The tears that you held in the whole speech come pouring out as soon as you finish, leaving you clasping a hand over your mouth as you choke on a sob. Before you can even move to Joel, he’s grabbing your waist and pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you so tight you wonder whether it’s hit grip or your sobs keeping your chest from expanding to let air in. Your arms are wrapped around him just as tightly though, holding onto him for dear life as you let out every last emotion you’ve bottled up for years. He’s your rock, you everything, and there’s still a slight fear that if you loosen your grip just a tad, you’ll lose him. 

Once your sobs quiet down, you can hear another set of sobs coming from Joel causing you to pull your face from his chest. There, you find his sparkly eyes a bit extra sparkly as the excess tears catch the light before they cascade down his face. A hiccup escapes you causing a small smile to break out on his face. Your hands gently clasp his cheeks before you run your thumbs under his eyes to collect the wetness there.

“Why a-are you c-crying?” You stutter out, thanks to the sobbing from before.

“Because people hurt my baby and that hurts me.” His answer makes your chest crack open as a few fresh tears roll down your cheeks. This time, his hands come up, gently holding your face, before running his thumbs underneath your eyes, then falling back down to hold your waist. You can’t help but crack a small grin as you playfully punch him in the shoulder.

“I’m supposed to be the one crying doofus!” You call out causing him to burst out laughing as a few fresh tears roll down his cheeks. Your fingers are there again to quickly catch them before they can make it too far. A sniffle leaves you causing his grip on you to tighten.

“Amor, it means more to me than I can say that you told me all that about your past. I will always be here to support you through anything you need. I swear on my life that I won’t treat you like those men did. The rest of my life I’m going to spend loving and taking care of you so much that you’ll never, ever feel like you were mistreated again. I’m going to marry you one day, nena, you just wait and see.”  

#cnco #cnco imagines #joel pimentel #joel imagines #joel imagine #joel pimentel imagines #joel pimentel imagine #my imagines #my one shots #joel one shot #joel one shots #cnco one shots

[xiv-endora]

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! (All the reblogging things pls and ty) | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - A very long time. I feel like these two would be good at talking about their issues, if they ever had any. Communication is key!

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - ...I’unno man cause, I’m thinking the first time they saw one another smile and found themselves staring too long into each others gaze; it was then they fell without ever really knowing.

How was their first kiss? - It’s either something really passionate and slow, the whole ‘stare into your eyes’ and then move in for the kill deal orrrr.. it just happens out of instinct. Endora goes to thank Cassian for something, without thinking, she gives him a kiss out of appreciation. It’s in that moment the two are locked in a ‘oh no’ moment.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Either one of them maybe? Cassian more than Endora? She wouldn’t have an issue with doing it though and chances are, she would, if placed in that situation. Wouldn’t be romantic from her end though. More of a, ‘hey I got you this ring..can you wear it like, 24.7 for me? kthnxbai.’

Who is the best man/men? - @the-wanted-man Roman no doubt.

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - ..Roman again (that’s rough).

Who did the most planning? - Neither one of them. Most likely they shot a few ideas back and forth, both ended up agreeing they want something private between themselves. No theme, no invitations, nothing. Just each other.

Who stressed the most? - Endora maybe, because she’d be a bit paranoid that part of her past will come out from the shadows and ruin everything, literally.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. THEY HAVE THEIR OWN KIND OF WEDDING.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Their fathers, family from both sides that haven’t been in their lives for x amount of years. 

Sex:

Who is on top? - They switch it up, all depends on the mood and what they’re feeling.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Endora. Poor Cassian, bless his soul.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now The two know how to express their feelings for one another in small and large gestures, let alone sexually. So it’s pretty damn healthy.

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Think this depends on where the two are cause, if they’re at home? ..It can be for as long as they’d like or who tires out first, essentially. Let’s just say a decent amount of time for the both to feel extremely satisfied. 

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Much as Endora would want Cassian to get off much as herself, she might be the one experiencing one or two orgasms more than him. He’s a giver and is pretty passionate about things.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. 

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - They wouldn’t really plan out how many they’d have in the long run, it just, ..happens! Two?

How many children will they adopt? - Pets can be considered as children, right? Cause if so then Endora would be thrilled to adopt a murder or two of some of her feathered friends. Little kids though, there’s no telling how many they would take in. Another one of those situations where it just happens and in the end, they couldn’t be happier.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Cassian. #bestdad

Who is the stricter parent? - Neither are strict really. They’re on the same wave length and agree that their kids should be allowed to make their own mistakes, let alone experience life themselves without rules holding them back from knowing what being a child is really like.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Again, neither. They’re going to watch their kid be a dumbass and then ask if they’re okay or not.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Maybe Cassian? Endora would remember if she wasn’t so tired the night before, would even do it the night before. But there’ll be those mornings where she’ll nudge Cassian awake, urging him to make the lunch before their kid leaves for school. She’s too in love with sleep to do it herself.

Who is the more loved parent? - ...!? THAT IS TOUGH. Uh, both would have their own situations the kids would go to. Cassian for the boys to talk about.. guy stuff, girls with their mother about.. lady things. I’d like to think that their family would be open enough to talk about either parent, no matter what. 

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?- Endora. She has no issue in speaking up on any topic and not afraid to make a scene if ever the time called for it. Cassian would go to, but might not be as mouthy as she would- only when it came to defend their children. 

Who cried the most at graduation? - Neither one. Between all the hugs and praise, no tears would seen.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Let the kids sit and rethink about what they did in order to get where they are. Then? Either mom or dad would show up with the ‘learn your lesson?’ look and when they get home, the other parent might give some punishment. They break up the whole ‘being the bad guy’ thing, so neither parent is hated more than the other.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Depends on their schedules. Whoever is off at work most that day wouldn’t to worry about it. Most likely it’d be Endora though but she won’t do the dishes. NOPE.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - ...Endora.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Cassian!

How often do they bake desserts? - She loves to bake, so, if she has the time to do it then there will always be baked goods in the house. Could be every other night, twice a week. All depends really!

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Cassian. Endora would most likely..not give him anything dinner related, more of a cliche “dessert”.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - She would, but it wouldn’t be frequent. More of a.. ‘hey let’s get out and enjoy ourselves’ kind of deal.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - ..Endora and most likely, a fire has broken out two or twelve times. But who is counting, yeah?

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - They both are organized people, so there’s no set person to do this.

Who is really against chores? - Neither one.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Pretty sure Cassian would help out but Endora doesn’t own any pets that needed to be cleaned up after. They’re mostly out in the wild, but again, this would be a team effort.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Bless Cassian’s soul if he ever tried it cause boy, Endora would give him a earful about that. But neither one of them would do this-- hopefully.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Endora only a little bit because there are some things she doesn’t want others to see, so, ..she’d be trying to pick up pretty quickly and be sure everything is safe.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Cassian, but Endora says it was hers and plucks it out from his fingers.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Endora? Cassian might take longer ones after a long day of work, cause he’s always covered by something or another, but she’s most usually taking her time especially if it’s a bath. If they’re in it together? ..No telling how long they’ll be.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Not Endora, he would.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Anything that she celebrates or feels strongly about, Endora will easily decorate for. Especially if they had kids, to show tradition or something. But if it’s just them? Anytime they wanted to decorate would be wonderful. For new memories shared together from their past, or start anew.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Be open, trustworthy and always themselves. No need to lie, nor wear a mask. They both want to feel this way for their entire relationship because quite frankly, it’s the best. Also, to never go to bed mad at one another. Endora won’t let him sleep if they argued and haven’t made up or at least spoke about what’s wrong.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - He doesn’t sleep long or well, so that’ll be Endora.

Who plays the most pranks? - Cassian.

@cassian-kane

#answers #stories #Pretty Pretty Princess #Friends is the 'f' word

[kellanved-ammanas]

Just in Time Chapter Three of Five: Life Support

“So, you know then?”

Scout looked up at Sniper as the entered the room. It was the next day and Medic still wasn’t sure if Spy was going to pull through or pass away in his sleep. Scout sat in the chair by his bed as if that could somehow help, he’d had a good night’s rest last night solely due to a sleeping pill Medic had given him. “Know what?”

Sniper’s eyes lowered to Spy and then lifted back up to look at Scout again. “About him.”

“You mean that’s he’s my dad?”

“Yes.”

“Then yeah, I know. I accidentally overheard you guys talking about it a couple months ago and uh… I didn’t want to believe it.” He’d done everything in his power to pretend he hadn’t heard that conversation, even as he’d connected the dots that all pointed to the truth, trying to brush them off as coincidences. “But then he saved me and confirmed it before… passing out. And uh… now’s he’s gonna… he might…” Scout put his hand over his mouth, suddenly fighting the need to tear up. He couldn’t say it, wouldn’t, voicing it would make that possibility feel more real.

Sniper walked over and awkwardly put a hand on Scout’s shoulder. “He’ll be all right.” Even if he was saying it only to be comforting – he didn’t know Spy would be okay – it still eased the tight knot in Scout’s chest, enough that he could breathe a little easier and relax back into his chair again.

They stayed like that for a little while, the silence filled with the soft beeps of the life support machines. It was a calming sound, it meant there was still hope. The longer Spy held on the better his chances of pulling through completely were.

Eventually Sniper gave him a firmer pat on the shoulder. “I gotta go mate, got work to do, but I’ll be back later.”

“’Kay, thanks.” All of their squad mates were in and out every so often to visit Spy. It made Scout feel not so alone in his vigil. He needed to be there if Spy… didn’t recover.

 -

It took three whole days of touch and go before Medic declared Spy’s condition stable enough that he was going to live.

“Well of course, he’s gonna live, I wasn’t worried at all,” Scout scoffed to hide a tired sigh of relief at the news.

Medic frowned. “I suppose you were just sitting by his bedside the whole time the past three days for no reason then?”

“Uh… yeah, totally.” It’s not like he had anything better to do while he recovered from his own injuries. And Spy was his dad, Scout was super resilient so, so was Spy, right? So it was obvious he was going to pull through. “But uh… when he’s gonna like wake up and stuff?”

Medic shrugged. “Soon probably. I could give him a shot to wake him up now if you like.” That undoubtedly wouldn’t be healthy or good in anyway.

“Uh… no thanks. I’ll wait.” Scout needed more time to figure out what he’d say when Spy woke up anyway. He hadn’t been thinking about it much the past three days due to other thoughts crowding his mind. But Spy was going to recover, thank goodness, so talking was going to happen. Scout had to thank him for saving his life, obviously but what was their talk about their relation to each other going to be like? What could Scout even say about finding out one of his teammates was also his long-lost dad? What should he say? He’d figure it out… somehow and fast.

 -

The butterfly knife clicked and clacked as Scout messed with it, trying to imitate some of the fancy tricks he’d seen Spy perform with it. It wasn’t going well in large part due to the fact the he had to use his non-dominate hand. So far he’d cut himself with it at least five times, all shallow flesh wounds but they stung like a bitch. No one was around to see though and Spy was still unconscious on the bed, so he kept trying.

It was smaller than any of the melee weapons Scout had used in the past, making it feel even more unfamiliar in his hand. He’d have to leave soon, before any of the others came to visit again – which they all did every so often – or Medic came in to do his doctor stuff. Them coming in and seeing him here made Scout feel awkward, Spy was going to live so there was no more need for Scout to be so vigilant.

Spy was his father yes, but had abandoned him and his Mom before Scout was even old enough to remember him. And he hadn’t said anything when they’d joined up under the same mercenary company. And they’d had more than a few hostile encounters with each other. So they weren’t close. But Spy had almost died saving him, had probably gone in thinking he would but had anyway, so… where did they stand with each other now?

And now that they both knew and openly acknowledged their relationship would Spy start treating Scout like his son? Did Scout want him to? Or would Spy leave like he had the first time because he didn’t want to be a dad? That had to be why he left, right? And why he hadn’t told Scout when they’d started working together. Oh gosh, did Scout just reunite with his dad for reals just for him to leave again?

All his childhood daydreams about meeting his dad one day and connecting with him and having a good time suddenly seemed more childish than they had before. But hey, his day dreams about his dad being alive and a secret agent turned out to be sort of true, that was nice, sort of.

“It’s not a toy.”

Scout jumped, even letting out a small squeak of surprise. The knife cut his hand again before falling to the floor with a clatter. He looked up to see that Spy’s eyes had opened and were trained on him.

Scout forced a grin as he bent over to pick up the knife off the floor, discreetly wiping his blood off its blade. There wasn’t much he could do about the latest cut on his hand though, it was deeper than the rest and a small trickle of blood oozed out of it, his hand wraps would easily cover them though. “You’re awake,” he said as he placed the knife back on the bedside table.

Spy’s eyes shifted around the room before settling on Scout again. “Yes, I did not expect that.” His voice was softer and weaker than it normally was. It was strange to hear. “Nor would I have expected to find you here when I woke up.”

“Well uh… you did save my life and stuff.” Scout had rehearsed what he was going to say in the mirror but even if he could remember what it was now it no longer seemed adequate. “Thanks for that I… appreciate it. How’d you show up when you did though? I know my initial call for help didn’t make to the base.”

“I bugged your headset and it got through to me.”

“Oh uh… what?” Scout shot up. “That’s… I’d be mad if you hadn’t saved my life because of it.” He settled back down.

“I was far away so I almost didn’t make it. If it were otherwise I would’ve taken out your attackers without putting myself in danger.” And probably not revealing himself either.

“So like did you bug my headset to uh… watch out for me or whatever?” Did Spy still remember that Scout knew about his secret?

Spy hesitated, studying Scout in a way that made him feel almost uncomfortable. “I suppose you could say that. I bugged all other lines of communication too though.”

Scout opened his mouth to call him an asshole but stopped himself. Being extremely grateful towards someone for saving his life wasn’t a feeling he was used to, knowing the person who’d done it was also his long-lost father added another layer of complexity to it that he had no idea how to handle. “So uh… Dad,” oh wow, it felt weird to call him that to his face after how long they’d worked together, “why didn’t you tell me when we both joined up here?”

Spy almost seemed to flinch a little, it was probably just Scout’s imagination though. “I uh… didn’t think you’d take it well.”

He was probably correct but Scout still had a right to know, right? After what had happened though, Scout couldn’t feel mad about it and getting angry might drive Spy towards leaving even more. “But that means I’m half French, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think Pauling likes French guys?”

Spy groaned. “Are you kidding me? That is what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Uh yeah? What else would I be thinking about?” Other than everything having do with Spy being his dad and not wanting to think about it any of it, let alone discuss it right now. Even if Spy did want to leave he couldn’t do so yet because of his injuries so Scout had time to figure stuff out so he was going to procrastinate on it.

“I don’t know, something important.”

“This is important.” It was and it doubled as a good distraction, so yes, this was what Scout was going to think about right now. “Do you think if you taught me to speak French she’d want to go out with me?”

“I don’t know. What makes you think I’d bother to teach you French anyway?”

“You’re my dad, so you gotta teach me stuff, right? It’s not like you were there to do it when I was a kid.” When Scout had needed him. But did Scout really want him acting as his father now after all this time? … Maybe, better late than never, right? Assuming that phrase could even apply to family bonds. It probably couldn’t, if Spy wanted to act as his dad, he wouldn’t have left or he would’ve at least started doing so when they’d ended up in the same mercenary squad.

Scout hid all his doubt and fear with a grin and nonchalant attitude, he was taking after his father on the deceptive side of things. “And you’re injured so it’s not like you’ll be going on a mission anytime soon so you might as well do something useful with your time, like teaching your son useful life skills such as how to speak French so I can have a better chance with the lady of my dreams.”

Spy rolled his eyes. He seemed… tense though, was that pain, nervousness, or both? Was he planning on bailing as soon as he was able to? “Maybe later.” Despite his obvious attempt to hide it, his tone made it clear he was exhausted.

“All right, I’ll let you rest then.” Scout stood and headed for the door. “We can do more father son bonding stuff later,” he said with a grin before heading through the door and closing it behind him before Spy could reply.

He let out a heavy breath as he leaned against the wall by the door. That hadn’t gone how he’d hoped it would. He hadn’t been planning on saying much about their relationship beyond just confirming it again, it had just sort of happened. Spy hadn’t disowned him though, right? Not openly to his face at least and he had almost died to save him so that meant he at least cared enough to not want Scout dead. That didn’t mean he’d stay though, did it? Not that Scout would care if he left again, why would he? He’d lived his whole life without his dad, he could continue to do so but… he didn’t want to. … He might have to though.

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#Team Fortress 2 #TF2 #Scout #Spy #Medic #Sniper #SpyDad #Injuries #Scout has Daddy Issues #Scout/Spy #Just in Time

[beautifulprompto]

Haircut (Carl Grimes X Reader)

this is something i wrote two years ago, but after this msf, i think we should share the carl grimes love, and since this is probably my fav carl grimes fic ive written, and its fluff, i thought id share it here !! its also set around season 5 !! i posted this to my dA here 

During the time you survived with Rick's group since you were taken in from Woodbury you noticed that absolutely no-one has had a hair cut for a long time. Rick furiously needed a shave, Maggie's hair was starting to cover her eyes, and Daryl's eyes could barely be seen anymore. What annoyed you the most was Carl's hair. Since you were both around the same age, you had grown close to him and taken care of his baby sister Judith with him. But his hair had started to grow out to brush lightly against his shoulders, and you could tell it was bothering him slightly. On hot days, he would sometimes sigh and push back strands of hair that stuck to his forehead. When it was cold and the wind was strong, it would blow into his face and he would fumble about, trying not to trip over. Everytime you brought up his hair in a conversation, he would subconsciously pull his hat further over his head, stating that it was 'fine' and 'he wears his hat every second so it wouldn't matter if her got it cut'. It still managed to bother you though. You wouldn't deny that his long hair made him look attractive, it still needed at least a trim.

It had been 2 days since you settled into Alexandria. Since the group was still a little unsure about this community, Rick had told everyone to share one house together, but now that he's slightly relaxed, he let everyone back to the house they were given with. Rick and Carl were given separate houses, and Carl instantly offered to share his house with you. You accepted, noticing the way Rick was muttering to Carol and how they both had slight smirks on their faces and were chuckling. "What do you bet?" Rick lowered his voice when talking to Carol. "I bet Carl is gonna be pre-occupied with other girls soon." Daryl muttered. Carol gasped and lightly hit his shoulder. Rick and Daryl laughed slightly; the first laugh in a while. Rolling your eyes, you walked into your new home with Carl, smiling. It was like a mansion. It had all the first class life that you lived only a few years ago: a front room, a kitchen, a bathroom (with running water) and two bedrooms. After talking about sleeping arrangements, and admiring the house from top to bottom, Carl said that he wanted to shower (to which you blushed at). You nodded, stating that you'll take care of Judith. Judith was seated in the front room, with some toys the community generously offered (once you made sure they were safe), and she was happily stacking some colorful building blocks. Feeding her some apple sauce (which again, was made sure it was deemed safe) and teaching her some basic colors with the blocks, you suddenly heard the sound of running water upstairs, and a glass door sliding open and shut. You blushed madly, trying to think of Walkers, Terminus, Eugene's mindless droning, anything to get your mind off of upstairs. Smiling, you tried to play with Judith so you could try to forget. A few minutes later you heard a knock at the door, and you opened it to reveal Rick, who had shaved off his beard. "You look like a baby!" You teased, and he smiled. "I barely recognize myself anymore." He said. "I barely recognize you too." You said with a small grin. He chuckled slightly. "Where's Carl?" Once again, you felt heat rise to your cheeks. "Um-he's in the shower." Rick nodded, but then smirked slightly. "Are you blushing right now?" You blushed more. "Noooo..." Rick laughed slightly, placing his hand lightly on your shoulder. "You know, you probably shouldn't walk into his room unannounced after he's had that shower." You pouted. "Rick!!" He laughed again. "Anyway, I was just stopping by to pick up Judith. She's doing okay?" You smiled, glad he changed the subject. "Yeah, she's in here. I already fed her, I reckon she just needs a walk." Rick smiled. "Thank you for taking care of her." "Anytime." He said goodbye, and walked out of the house, Judith in his arms. When you shut the door you realized the water had stopped. Blushing slightly over Rick's comment, you sat down in the front room, staring out the window. After a few minutes, you heard bare feet padding downstairs, and braced yourself mentally. "Hey. How long was I in there?" Carl asked you, shuffling in. He had put on some new clothes, and was drying his hair with a towel. Your breath caught in your throat; he looked cute. "I'd say at least half an hour." You said with a sheepish smile. He chuckled, sitting down next to you. "I'm not surprised. I feel amazing." He said, slinging the towel around his shoulders. He smiled at you, making you blush slightly. A glint of something silver caught your eyes, and you quickly glanced away from his face to see what it was. By the kitchen sink was a pair of scissors. "Aha!" You said triumphantly, striding over and snatching the pair of scissors up into your hands. "No excuses, we're cutting your hair now, mister." You said with a smirk. Carl ruffled his hair. "But my hair's fiiiine." "No its not. Grow it any longer and it could become a hazard." You grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it towards you. "Now sit. Otherwise I'll tell Rick how much more of a baby you've been than Judith." Carl huffed, and sulked over to the chair. "Calm down, stroppy, I'm not shaving off your hair. Luckily I was caught how to cut people's hair by my mother, she was a hairdresser." Carl nodded slightly. Gingerly, you ran your fingers through his hair. They were soft and light, as you imagined it. Lightly threading your fingers through his hair so as to make sure it was smooth enough to cut, you lightly grabbed onto some of his hair and cut it off so it reached slightly more above his shoulders. He flinched slightly. "Don't worry, it's just a trim. If you keep still it will be over before you know it." You said, silently cutting his hair. When finished, you dusted any hairs onto the towel he had wrapped around his shoulders and found a mirror. "What do you think?" You asked. Carl smiled at himself slightly. "Thank you." He said. You nodded, a sheepish grin on your face. He threaded his fingers through his hair and sighed. "It doesn't feel the same." "Well, it shouldn't but you'll get used to-" "Not the new haircut. It doesn't feel the same when I thread my fingers through my hair. It's nicer when...you do it." Your eyes widened slightly. A small blush crawled up to your cheeks. "Um...okay?" You squeaked. Carl chuckled, walking up to you and lightly grabbing your hands in his. He brought your hands up to his hair, and you couldn't help but ruffle it slightly. He smiled. "You hair is nice." You blurted out quietly. Tightly pressing your lips together, you stared at him, expecting him to question what you said, but he laughed and leaned into your touch. "Carl, your dad wants you-" Daryl walked unexpectedly into the house, and you quickly jumped back from him, staring at Daryl with wide eyes. He smirked. "Oh, sorry, I'm interrupting something. I'll tell Rick to give you some privacy." Daryl said, walking out and closing the door behind him. Both of you blushed. "That was..um..." You drifted off as Carl walked up to you again, grabbing your hands. His face was close to yours, and you suddenly felt as if you were in a dream. Smiling at him shyly, your hands went back to his hair, pulling him slightly closer. "I think I can have some time alone with you." Carl breathed, sending slight shiver down your spine. "Really now?" You said, glancing down at his lips and back up to his eyes. "Yeah, I do." He whispered, lightly placing his lips on yours. Isn't it strange what growing out your hair can do to your life?

#im so upset about twd so a lil throwback to when everything was good #carl grimes #twd #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x you #reader x carl grimes #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes imagines #twd x reader

[lovehotelreservation]

All Talk

Summary: Why must it always be that whenever you decide to tease Ghiaccio, you end up in steaming hot water?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/La Squadra di Esecuzione

HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME TO THE FIRST WEEK(END) OF THE LAST SUMMER OF FAFFERY! To those new to this blog, Faffery is a season-long fic spam full of one-shots based on requests and various themes on a weekly basis. ; u ; And alas, this shall be my last confirmed one.

But not too get too emotional on what I hope will be a festive next few weeks, I am eager to get things started with lewds featuring some hopefully confirmed Part 5 antagonists~! I hope you enjoy!

**Warning: the following one-shot contains themes of dub-con, humiliation, and derogatory language!

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An attack on one is an attack on all.

A common philosophy shared amongst those who dwelled in a city's crime-ridden underbelly, a warning to those who may feel inclined to ever stand up for themselves, whether knowing or ignorant to being face to face with these residents.

But there were some who were fully aware of who they were dealing with and just simply unfazed by it all.

Much like you towards the men of La Squadra di Esecuzione.

Admittedly, you did have some sway since in the grand hierarchy of Passione, you were roughly within the same range of status like Doppio. Though you still haven't been made privy to the Boss's identity, you communicated regularly with his underboss, which may as well have been the same thing.

Whereas this brought you respect--whether genuinely so or out of fear--whenever you had to check up on Passioine's members, this only earned the snide apprehension from La Squadra, who also happened to be the group you had to monitor and deliver key information to the most.

The black sheep of the organization, so to speak. They were a lively, rowdy bunch, one that was a pain to keep up with, but was an amusing joy to spectate as though they were a comedy routine.

Those of Passione--hell, to just be a gangster period--must be tough and resilient to survive in any circumstance. Rather than cower in fear or cry over the abrasive nature they put up against you, instead you just took it as a challenge, enjoying just how far you could prod this particular beehive. Though your Stand, Glass and Patron, was better suited for infiltrating and snooping around places and people of interest, you could still hold out against your own--at least, just enough to be able to make your escape.

But today's visit to La Squadra's hideout in Florence would be the day when the beehive simply had enough.

It was chaotic as always, especially with all members still gathered in the living room as you came by to inform them of their newest task from the Boss. Considering that their mission involved infiltration, Illuso took it upon himself to give Man in the Mirror a training exercise by dragging Pesci into the huge mirror that took up an entire wall--a decoration he insisted to be installed, of course--making sure that Beach Boy and a furious Prosciutto were kept outside. Ghiaccio was giving Melone a noisy earful, ranting about the latter's audacity to use the term "baby batter" in an off-hand remark about finding the perfect breeding specimen. Formaggio was dragging his knees across the tiled floor, his hands clasped together in a plead as he begged for you to stay--"It's a desert here, amore! Please be the mirage that becomes an oasis to quench my thirst!"

Then there was Risotto, who was seated in the middle of it all in his own personal seat, looking over the documents that you presented to him.

So loud, so noisy. You couldn't wait to get away from it all.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you boys later~!" You chimed while casually pushing Formaggio's kissy face away from your thighs. As you passed by where Ghiaccio was sitting, still rambling on better terms to refer to semen with, a grin formed on your lips. Unable to resist, you reached over and pat his head as you said "boys" for emphasis

Catching onto this, he snarled and slapped your hand away while he glared up at you. "Tch, whatever. Have fun returning to your honorary duties as the Boss's jerkoff toy."

Unfazed, you laughed amusedly in response. "As cold as always, Ghiaccio~" It was then that a response came to mind, one that made the grin on your face stretch from ear to ear with unrestrained glee.

"The shrinkage must be constant for you, huh?"

You weren't exactly sure how anyone could have picked up on what you said amidst all the madness taking place in the living room, but you immediately realized how the atmosphere tensed and quieted. If it wasn't so jarring, you would've been amused to see Illuso--dragging out Pesci by the head--poke out from the mirror, his expression tight.

Which was shared by the way how Ghiaccio seized hold of your wrist before you could draw your hand back.

"What. Was. That?"

Before you knew it, you were shoved down to your knees with Ghiaccio standing right in front of you. It was clear that--without question--you made one crucial mistake, one that even Glass and Patron's effective means to slip by undetected would be rendered useless now that you had the attention and power of all members of La Squadra trained on you.

After all, it would prove to be difficult as you were suddenly embraced from behind from Formaggio, who was glad that he was already on his knees. He held you tight, having absolutely no intention to let you go, especially when you had the rest of La Squadra, save for a disoriented Pesci crawling on the ground before the mirror, crowd around you, each with their own expression of absolute disdain.

"Amore, amore, I know that Ghiaccio can be a punk-ass brat but he, along with all of us at La Squadra," Formaggio purred against your ear with smirk, which only grew as the others--even Risotto--reached for the belts to unbuckle them. "...have a nice thing we like to refer to as size."

You shuddered, letting out a squeak of surprise when you felt the heated, wet flat of his tongue trail along the shell of your ear.

Though, nothing could honestly prepare you for the sight of five cocks are various lengths, girths, trims, and cuts being presented right before your very eyes.

Humility often goes a long way, but you really messed up when teasing about size.

Not that you could admit to it, as you snorted in response, trying your best to not seem fazed, "What? Am I supposed to be impressed by a bunch flaccid dicks?"

That earned you a sudden hair grab from Prosciutto, the icininess in his stare matching his blue irises. "Should we take that as a complaint?"

"Aww amore, if you want all nice and hard..." Formaggio teased deviously while he reached for your jaw, squeezing your face to get your mouth to part open. "...then get to work!"

There was no way wiggling out of this. Even if you were to slip out of Formaggio's hold, you were still surrounded by the annoying but formidable members of La Squadra. Your Stand would have no chance against fighting against the likes of Metallica, or eluding White Album. And even if you were to try and bite at their cocks, you could easily see yourself subjected to some weird breeding experiment with Melone's Baby Face.

You scolded yourself. It would seem that you were going to be swallowing more than pride at this moment.

Your tongue flittered out past your lips as you prepared yourself to lick along the head of Prosciutto's cock--apprehensive mainly because this was La Squadra rather than a lack of experience, which you had--but that was not to be since Ghiaccio slapped away the hand of his comrade, freeing your hair, only for him to grab a fistful and drag your head over towards his dick.

"I'll show you shrinkage!" He snarled, his shoulders remaining tense with anger even if you reluctantly complied and began to kiss and suck his cock. "Your mouth got you into this mess and it'll be your only way out!"

"Now, now, Ghiaccio, there are plenty of other places that our lovely informant can offer," Melone mused with a hum, all while he began to salivate at the thought. "Like a pretty cunt to fill with cum and bree--"

He stopped to groan, feeling the warmth of your mouth suddenly envelop the head of his dick. Glancing down, he saw that you were glaring at him, even if you were flustered. In return, he only grinned darkly--you would be the ideal host for him.

"Formaggio." At last, Risotto spoke up while his eyes remained trained on your mouth. "The arms."

"Ohh, where are my manners? Sharing is caring after all~" He purred, loosening his hold on you so your arms were freed, only for your wrists to be seized by a grinning Illuso and an ever frigid Prosciutto, your hands guided to their cocks. The latter glanced to the side, his voice cool as he commanded, "Pesci, get over here."

"I-I will!" Pesci squeaked timidly, having remained on the ground while observing what was going on from afar. "Just...give me a few minutes!"

"I'm giving you one...!" Prosciutto huffed, right as your thumb pressed against the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum around before beginning to stroke and pump his length.

By now, you were beyond the awkward start to your extended stay with the men of La Squadra. As much as you wished to be well on your way back to Venice to meet with Doppio, you thought to see your current predicament as a means to seize control, in that your pleasure literally rested in your hands.

Though, La Squadra and its insistent defiance wouldn't allow for you to claim victory anytime soon.

You were overwhelmed. Not a moment to think. Not a moment to dawdle. There wasn't a point when your mouth wasn't utterly stuffed with cock, or when your hands were put to use. It didn't help that while you were made to service them, Formaggio gleefully took it upon himself to strip you down, baring even more territory for La Squadra to take, claim, and grope.

They always were victorious when it came to turf wars.

Above you, the men taunted and teased, even as they groaned and craved more of the slick heat of your tongue, or the softness of your palms. If your mouth and hands were preoccupied, either they shoved one another out the way to possess you--save for their leader, obviously--or decided to nudge and rub their cocks against your now fully exposed chest, smirks forming when it was made apparent that your nipples were stiff.

"Where's that pride you carry yourself with?" The gravely tone of Risotto's voice struck deeply within you, causing a moan to be let out--though you wanted to think it was moreso because Formaggio had gone from rubbing you between your thighs after tearing off your panties to prodding your ass with his fingertips. Though, the sound you emitted was muffled, since La Squadra's leader was grasping your head with both of his big, calloused hands, keeping your head still while he fucked your mouth with the thick girth of his cock.

Your eyes narrowed at him, which resulted in Ghiaccio purposefully rubbing the slick tip of his cock over your cheek. "Oi! Speak up!"

The thought of "Look what's in my mouth, asshole!" crossed your mind, but you--unfortunately--were given the chance to answer as Risotto withdrew his cock from your mouth.

A chance to finally breathe, even if your hands were still made to stroke and jerk off Melone and Illuso.

But what could you say? Answering jokingly and get punished. Answer falsely and get ridiculed. Answer defiantly and get ravaged.

Though, with your head spinning from what you've just gone through, what could you even say about how you felt? La Squadra were the outcasts that you've unfortunately been made to play babysitter for and now you were being dragged over to patch up their pride over a joking insult to their dick size.

Could you ever live it down with yourself to say you found pleasure from this--?

A whimper was suddenly released from your lips, your body arching in surprise when you felt something hard and hot glide right beneath and against your slippery core. Glancing down, you watched as Formaggio's cock slid back and forth, the obscene sound of your wetness made prominent. A rush of heat swept over you, initially because of his actions but moreso to see the smug and/or amused expressions form on the faces of the La Squadra men.

Formaggio leaned forward, his chin resting on your shoulder as he chuckled lecherously. "To answer the question for our speechless beauty of here, Risotto: there ain't a single shred of pride left."

"Then..." Risotto's crimson gaze seized hold of yours. "It's better that we fill the void then."

You shivered.

Upon the same floor where you stood proudly while delivering intel for their next task--all the while playfully threatening them on how if they screw up, they'd all be moving in with Ariel--was where you were left sprawled and across Risotto while he laid beneath you, his hands guiding your hips, hoisting you up before spearing your ass with his cock. Whereas you were wondering how you were going to fit his girth into your mouth left you crying out as you were stretched to accommodate his size.

It made you glad that Formaggio was so insistent on teasing and feeling you up, the bit of preparation that was spared to you.

For someone who carried himself with such silent intimidation, you were honestly astonished to hear him hiss out of pleasure, curses drawn from his lips while he savored your tightness. From the way he held your hips, it seemed clear that he would continue to take control of things. Though, rather than give you time to completely adjust, he droned out loud.

"Who's first?"

Ghiaccio took one defiant step forward, his eyes directly into yours as he growled. "Me...! Goddamn I've been waiting to put you in your place for so long!"

"Heh, weird fuckin' way of confessing your little crush, Ghiaccio." Formaggio smirked arrogantly from across him, all before he rolled his eyes and scowled. "But step aside. I haven't gotten any real action yet, so I'm goin' up first!"

"None of you fuckers are going until Pesci gets his ass over here!" Prosciutto rumbled vehemently, his head snapping over to where Pesci was still seated.

Having been rubbing himself through his pants at the display before him, he responded meekly with a shaky breath. "B-Big bro, it's fine...! I can...I can wait."

"Don't think you're gettin' outta this!"

You heard the devious chuckle of Melone as he observed, "The condition of your body--a good fit for Baby Face, but to be quite honest, you're an even better fit for me--"

"Mm, then I suppose I'll go first." Illuso grinned toothily while sliding right up to you, parting your legs with one hand while the other cupped your cheek. Seeing you tense, he let out a small, amused laugh before he leaned down to peck your lips. "Oh amore, don't you know I've always been fond of you~? Now, relax. I'll be gentle~"

While not as ungodly massive as Risotto, having to take in Illuso's cock--along with that of the aforementioned leader--left you groaning, your back arching as you were overwhelmed by how completely full you felt.

Illuso's teeth clenched as he groaned from entering your warmth, his head tilting back slightly while his smile remained plastered on his face. Slowly, he rocked his hips into and against yours, a contrast to the brutal pace that Risotto was quick to work himself up to."So divine...! Amore, you're something I'd be willing to sit through mass for~"

"God--- Goddamn you, Illuso!" Ghiaccio barked, envy in his eyes. The same could be said for the others present, annoyed that they were beaten to the punch.

Not that it mattered, for everyone would be having their way with you.

Engulfed. Seized. Posessed.

Being on your knees with your mouth open for their use was nothing compared to this.

Risotto acting as your foundation--even while he drilled his cock up into your ass with some otherwordly stamina--your legs remained parted for whomever wanted to claim you for himself. And even if you were preoccupied with two, your mouth and hands were made to be used to bide time until his inevitable turn, going so far as to rub his dick against your chest. Like that of a hydra, when one climaxed, there was always another eager to ravage whatever he could of you, regardless of whether they were able to make you climax or not.

Though relentlessly teasing, you were surprised by how tender Illuso was, with kisses to your neck while thrusting into you steadily before eventually finishing off on your stomach. By contrast, Ghiaccio took after his leader well, pounding into your core, mauling your chest with pinches and gropes, viciously biting at your neck and chest--though, he was pretty flustered when he heard Formaggio's jeer of "Ya' gonna confess your love now?" Even when he came deeply inside your core with a fierce growl, he was reluctant to leave, grunting that he still wasn't done with putting you in your place and wanted to go another round.

Which would have to wait since Prosciutto shoved him off of you, all the while dragging Pesci over and curtly ordering his partner to pay close attention.

Admittedly, anyone could seem gentle by comparison to Ghiaccio and Risotto, but Prosciutto was pumping into you with gusto. You always saw him as frigid and aloof, however, hearing him grunt and curse while his face was flushed red and contorted with pleasure was a side that you couldn't help but appreciate. His hand roamed across your chest, squeezing and groping--less rough and abrasive, more firm yet still pleasurable. Though, not to be too tender, he still made it a point to look down towards you as he hissed "And that makes three...!" as he emptied himself inside of you.

By contrast, Pesci tried. He thrusted into you clumsily, his hands moving over your body, unsure of where to grab or hold onto, even with Prosciutto by his side, instructing him on what to do.

"Aren't...aren't we supposed to hold hands?"

"Absolutely not!"

Eventually, he just grabbed onto your thighs for purchase, pushing his cock in and out of you with no true sense of rhythm or composure. He ended up slipping out of you right as he came, whimpering as his release just inches below your stomach.

Prosciutto patted his head, at first with a sigh before he remarked, "You did alright, Pesci. You did alright."

Amidst the out-of-place touching moment between the two, Melone beat Formaggio to claim you next. His face was twisted with feverish glee, matched by the way he burrowed his cock inside of you, licking his lips over and over in tune to his eager thrusts. The warmth of his tongue snaked along your torso, avoiding where others have smeared their cum, wanting to savor the unique taste of your skin and sweat. Cradling your hips, he thumbed over the skin in admiration, enjoying how they felt in his hands while imagining how glorious they would look while bearing a child. "Di molto...! You're perfect! Perfect!" He exclaimed while kissing and sucking the valley between your breasts.

Similarly to Ghiaccio, he refused to leave you once he eventually came while shivering delightedly that he got to pour his seed inside of you.

Though, with Formaggio yanking him away with the grumble of "God, sometimes your fucks really piss me off," such would not be the case.

Positioning himself between your legs, his mood changed as he winked flirtatiously. "But not you amore~ This is a wet dream come true!"

Yet more relief in contrast to the viciousness of Risotto. His thrusts were fluid, the shift of his hips adhering the experience he had to hone perfection. Warm lips wrapped around your nipples, him groaning as he joyfully buried his face into your chest, shaking his head from side to side against your skin. The callousness of his thumb on your clit offered a delightful sensation, especially as it was in perfect sync to his rhythm with you moaning and squeezing around his cock in response.

By now, your mouth was free, nothing to muffle or silence the noises of pleasure you released.

It was then that you felt Risotto nip at the base of your neck, catching your attention as his quickened his thrusts, becoming more unforgiving as you could feel his cock finally begin to throb within your ass. Your cries became a lot more apparent and clear, especially with both him and Formaggio fucking you. For how long you've endured the brunt of their brutish lust, allowed to cum whenever they felt like it, you milked the two for all they were worth as you came, feeling the heat of Risotto's release within while Formaggio's spilled onto you.

Your breath haggard and heaving, you fell back against the leader's chest, but as exhausted and drained as you were...

It felt good.

"The Boss's precious lapdog is now our little bitch in heat. How fitting," he snarled viciously against your ear. "Tch, to think that we've been getting ordered around by a shameless cock-hungry slut all this time."

His subordinates all laughed--some chuckling, others cackling. A bit of amusement before they readied themselves to have their way with you again.

There was no way they could let you go back to the Boss’s lap after this.

It seemed you were now part of that all.

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