#sorry i was too lazy to cut down the video

[mrgintsu]

Jere took Joost as his date to a Kuumaa album release party

#käärijä #jere pöyhönen #joost klein #kuumaa #video #sorry i was too lazy to cut down the video

[barzysunflower]

reconciliation — mat barzal

some barzy smut for you all :) wanted to wait posting this but those videos of him playing guitar just came out so we are all in desperate need for this rn!! as a reminder: video one two

word count: 2.9k

warning: SMUT (18+) & undisclosed fight (sorry I was too lazy to come up with a better backstory so just know it was fairly bad fight and this starts a couple hours afterwards)

You laid awake, desperately trying to fall asleep, but your fight with your boyfriend played in your head over and over again. It was so stupid and you hated that you were still mad, especially since he was leaving for a few days the next day. But you were too stubborn to be the bigger person and turn around and apologize.

Mat felt the same, though, the sleepless ness getting to him and turning around to face your back. He wrapped an arm around you and gently kissed your cheek. "Hey," he whispered, pulling himself closer to you until you were perfectly nestled to him. "We said we'd never go to sleep angry. I'm sorry. I love you."

You nodded, but didn't turn to face him. Your hand lifted to cradle his cheek and with an 'I love you, too' you both were finally able to fall asleep.

***

You spent the next few days alone, Mat being gone on a roadie. While you hadn't exactly talked about your fight, you mutually decided to just drop it since neither of you wanted to stay angry at each other. You face timed every day like normal, although there wasn't any spicy time that you would usually share. You saved that for after he hung up.

You could hear the music blasting from your apartment before you even stepped inside. Mat was back, since the early afternoon actually, but you were stuck at work. Yelling for him when you stepped foot inside the apartment wouldn't work, so after getting rid of you jacket and shoes you went to look for him. And what a sight when you did. He was dancing and singing along to the music, while attempting to chop an onion.

"Whatcha doin?" He jumped at your voice, dropping the knife and almost cutting himself.

"Don't scare me like that!" The shock on his face claimed after a second and he went to turn down the music and wash his hands before he pulled you in for a hug. "Missed you."

"Missed you." After a long kiss, you looked around to figure out what he was doing. "You're making dinner? For me?"

"Hey! I cook for you."

"Mhm."

"What? I do! You're just better than me that’s why I don’t do it so much." You patted his chest with a chuckle and kissed him again, shutting him up.

You helped him prepare the meal for a bit, before you went to go take a shower. Since seeing him today, especially in the kitchen, you had felt incredibly horny and devised a plan on how your night would go. But shower first.

After lotioning up and making you smell irresistible, you slipped into some sexy matching lingerie. You pulled on of his boxers overtop to be comfortable, but also show off your ass, and one of his white tshits that would show him exactly what was going on underneath.

You set the table when you came back and not long after you sat down for dinner. Throughout eating, you brushed your hair seductively and made some inappropriate noises, to get him riled up. And he did, but he could see exactly through what you were doing, so he didn't make a move. While he did want to flip this table to get to you, he just sat there staring at you, looking at wherever you wanted him to.

"This actually was pretty good," you said, taking a sip of you water. "I just hope desert is better."

His eyes darkened while you smirked at him. You were both staring at each other, fueling the heat in each of your bodies until you got enough.

"I must be getting my period or something, because I have been so horny these past few days," his body twitched, wanting to reach out to you. "Too bad you weren't there."

You got up to take both of your plates to the sink. "But don't worry, our pink friend helped me out a lot."

"What?!" You smiled at him from where you leaned against the kitchen island, showing off your legs. "And I didn't get a video or a call? Baby, come on." He was frustrated and tried to stand, but with a show of hand you got him to sit down again. You stalked over to him until you stood directly in front of him, looking down.

"I guess I was still mad at you," you said and slowly let you hands trace his cheek. Then you sat down on his lap where he immediately gripped your hips. Then you leaned down to whisper in his ear, "and I thought you should earn to see them."

"So... So, you did take a video?," he asked, his voice stammering.

"Maybe." You lips traced his jaw. "Maybe there's more than one." You let your hip roll, meeting his hard erection. "What are you going to do to earn the right to see them?"

He groaned as his head fell back. "Fuck, baby, anything. I'll do anything."

With that, you finally let him kiss you.

"Well? Show me what you got." And he did. You gave the control over to him and without hesitation he had you up and pressed down on the dining table. With a hard pull, your boxers and panties were off and he was staring down at you like a wild animal.

"God, you're so hot." His hands massaged your thighs before pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts contained in your black lace bra. He bent to to trace the outline of your tits with his lips. Swiftly, he ripped both cups down, exposing them all the way.

"Yes, suck them, Mat. Please ... please suck them," you begged, the sound so desperate that he complained immediately with a moan. He cupped your breast in his hand, squeezing it hard as he sucked your nipple between his lips. You moaned together and your hand got ahold of his head, pushing him into you. He played with both of your tits, sucking, nipping, licking, and squeezing, until you both got impatient and he got back down on his knees with a smirk. "Ready?"

His mouth descended onto your slick pussy, to which your pelvis shot up to meet his face. "Oh fuck." Hands still on your thighs, he took long, languid strokes with his tongue. You squirmed beneath him as he lapped away at you, never fully pushing all the way in against your clit, just staying around the outside, prepping you for what he had planned.

With two fingers, he spread you wide, exposing your clit, and then lowered his tongue to just above it.

And he hovered, letting you feel his heavy breath and the scruff of his jaw against your inner thigh.

"Mathew," you moaned. "Please."

With his hand that wasn't spreading her, he moved it back up your body, and just as he pinched your left nipple between your fingers, he press his tongue against your clit.

"Oh my . .. fuck." Your eyes squeezed shut, arching into him. He did it again. And again. And again. "More," you begged. "I need more."

In response, Mat pressed his tongue against your slit and lightly flicked at it, creating a vibration against the nub that caused you to grip his head and dig your fingers digging into his scalp. "Fuck, Maty. Oh my God . . . keep going."

His eyes lifted, to keep them on you to watch your reactions as he continued to pleasure you at a relentless pace. Your body grew tighter and tighter and your breath picked up as you got closer and closer to the edge.

His tongue attacked your clit more aggressively, pushing against it, sucking it. Your moans grew louder and your body tensed. Then your orgasm crashed over you, sending you into full body tremors. "Fuck... fuck." Mat sucked and licked you up until the tremors subsided and you laid there, limp, on the table.

Mat got back on his feet and bent over you to kiss you gently. His lips pressed small wet kisses along your neck and collarbone, until you had recovered enough to gain function over your limbs again. Your first act was to pull his shit off his chest, then you clung to him, wrapping both your legs and arms around him.

With his strong arms, Mat picked you up and set you in his lap when he plumped into your living room couch. "I love eating your sweet little pussy, feeling it clench around my tongue," he whispered into your ear as he pulled your hair. "But I love feeling it clench around my cock even more."

You moaned as your head fell into the crook of his neck. You were ready and desperate for him again and he knew immediately by the way you were rocking your hips, searching for his cock.

"You love that, too, eh? Feeling my dick pulsing deep inside you." You nodded quickly, hoping it would get him to do something faster. And he did, pulling his dick out of his sweatpants, pumping it a couple times in front of your eyes. Then he pulled on your hair, making you sit up straight while he leaned back. "Ride me. But don't let me inside you. I want to see just how slick that pussy is."

Your hungry eyes connected, but both of your heads soon fell back with moans as you slowly moved your wet cunt over his cock. "Oh my God, Maty, this feels... incredible."

"You feel incredible," he says in response as you fell forward, bringing your breast into him mouth. He focused on your nipple, swirling around it with his tongue, flicking and then nibbling just enough that you sucked in a sharp breath of air. With his hand, he did the same thing to your other breast as you continued to rock on him.

"I can come just like this," you say, your hands falling to his chest and your pelvis lifting just slightly to get a better angle. "Fuck, I'm already close."

"Then come. Use me, fuck me like this." His moans spurred you on, driving you closer to the edge. 

Your lips pressed together, as your eyes squeezed shut and your pace picked up. Your thrusts became more erratic until you reached your orgasm. "Fuck!" Your body shook and spasmed as you rode out your orgasm until there was nothing left to take. The you collapsed on top of him.

"That was so hot," he whispered, his voice raspy. "Now be a good girl and lie down." You obeyed, falling into to cushions exhausted. "Turn."

When you did, he gave your ass a hard slap, the echo of your skin filling the air. Then he moved a pillow under your pelvis and gave your ass another slap, before he moved his thumb over your arousal, swirling it around your entrance, and positioning his cock where he wants it.

With gritting teeth, he pushed his hips forward and with a hard thrust he pushed in his cock in your pussy until he bottomed out. You both moaned loudly and his grip got tighter on your hips as he tried to restrain himself. "More," you moaned as you started moving your hips.

"Babe, don't move. Please... fuck." You moved your pelvis anyway, and he matched the thrusts because he was as desperate as you. "I won't last."

"Do it, Mat. Fuck me as hard as you can." With a groan, the grip on your hips tightened again as he started pumping into you relentlessly. He had no control, all he was doing was fucking you chasing his release. Your pussy gripped his cock so tightly, spurring on both of your thrusts. He was pushing into you so hard, that the sound of your skin slapping was so loud, you thought the neighbors would be able to hear it.

"I'm right there. Fuck, I'm there," he groaned and moaned until he exploded inside you. Thick, warm ropes of his cum coated your insides. "Fuuuuck."

Out of nowhere, you started shaking as you reached your third orgasm. Your vision went black and your breath hitched while milking the last drops of his cum. Your body felt like jello as you came down from your high. Mat collapsed next to you, but you barely registered it. You were to exhausted to move or speak, so you laid there catching your breath.

Eventually, Mat's arm snuck around you and turned you to pull you into his chest. "Good enough to get that video?"

"Mhm," was all you answered and he smiled victorious, but little did he know he wasn't going to see it for a couple more weeks...

***

You had expected the call. After finally sending him the video of yourself playing with your pink vibrator, you had expected him to call you. For your own pleasure in the situation, like you hadn't had enough fun messing with him, you had sent the video at a time you knew he would see the notification but wouldn't be able to open it for another few hours. You reveled in the fact that he would be on the edge, dying to open that video, but couldn't because he was with his team in mandatory meetings.

You had expected the call. Which is why you were already ready and waiting in bed. What you didn't expect though, was to see Mat's fist wrapped around his cock moving up and down, instead of his face.

The camera flipped to show his face after a moment, revealing a very turned on Mat. "You little slut. You enjoyed that, didn't you? Torturing me even more by dangling that video in front of me?"

You smiled as you sank back into your pillows. "Yes."

"Turned you on, eh? Messing with me like that." He moved his phone so that you could see him from his thighs up and, god, nothing beat that view. "See what you do to me? Fuck, baby, that video was so hot. Screaming my name like that when I wasn't even there. All mine. You're mine." You were on edge and your hand itched to slide between your legs. "Did you have fun without me?"

"Wasn't that video proof enough?," you teased him again, but you knew it wasn't as good as it was without him.

"Tell me the truth or I'm hanging up."

You rubbed your hand over your panties and gave in. "Nothing feels right when you're not here." You need him and hear his voice to get off. "God, Maty, I'm so on edge right now. I need you." You positioned the camera so he, too, could see your body.

"Alright, I'll be nice. Strip. Take those fucking panties off and let me see your wet cunt." You did as instructed, even taking your bra off. "Now glide your fingers up and down your body and around your breasts without touching your nipples. Just like that, baby. Slower, I want you to feel how soft your skin is."

As your hand slid across your skin, you regretted teasing him for so long because you had a feeling he was going to do the same to you. "Slide your fingers closer to your pussy, tease yourself the way I'd tease you. Get close to your slit but don't touch yourself."

Your hand lowered and, when you got close enough, your pelvis lifted. "Don't fucking touch that cunt. It's mine."

"Don't make me wait," you groaned, throwing your head back in agony.

"Now who's talking."

"You liked it, I know it." You smirked, then dared to move your hand closer to your center.

"Shush. Spread your legs more and slowly spread those lips for me." You did, moaning at the sensation. "Fuck, look at you. I wish I was there, eating that wet pussy. Sucking on your clit, driving my dick so hard inside you that you can practically taste my cum in the back of your throat."

"Maty, I need more. Please," you begged as you breathing increased. You were so wet already and so close to your orgasm when you hadn't even really touched yourself yet. When you looked to your phone, you saw Mat started pumping his cock again.

"My dick is so hard, baby. Shit. Yes, go, finger yourself. I need to see you touch yourself."

Finally, you got two fingers to slowly circle your clit. "Oh, fuck," you yelled as head fell back again and your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

"That's it, baby, keep up the pace. I need you to match my strokes. Pinch your nipple too. I want you to mark yourself."

Your hips lifted as your fingers sped up, chasing your release. And it was getting close. You looked to your phone, where Mat was still grunting while he worked himself. You saw a big bead of precum spill out of the tip of his cock, then he moaned loudly. "I'm there. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too." You had no idea if he heard you, but your orgasm started crashing over you and you lost track of all of your senses for a moment. Your spams started slowly and then descended into full body shudders that left you screaming his name.

While you caught your breath, you turned to take your phone back into your hand. You saw Mat with a small smile looking at you, hand still around his cock, but his sticky cum spilled on his skin.

"You are an evil little woman," he said, which made you laugh. "But, god, what I wouldn't do for you."

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #nhl smut #nhl fic #nhl Imagine #smut #hockey fic #hockey smut #mat barzal x reader

[luveline]

hi love i just wanna start by saying ur writing is pure gold and it makes me so happy!!! could i request a steve one where he comes over at night but you're asleep and accidentally wakes you up and feels really bad and then turns into fluff/cuddles

thank you! soft boyfriend steve and sleepy cuddles might be my fave thing in the whole world now after this, fem reader wc:1k

"Hey," Steve says, breathless and rained on standing at your doorstep. 

You blink at him through tired eyes. "Hi." 

"Can I come in?" he asks, amused.

"Of course you can, I'm sorry." You shake yourself, trying to diminish some of the fatigue still clouding your brain. 

Steve steps into your house and out of the rain with a grateful smile, pulling down the hood of his jacket. He takes your face into his cold hand briefly to press a soft kiss into the apple of your cheek, chin ducked towards his chest to get a good look at you. 

"You were sleeping?" he asks, tapping under your chin with his knuckle before pulling back. 

He starts to strip out of his wet outerwear and toes off his shoes at the same time, kicking them haphazardly against the wall. 

You struggle to respond, sleep addled brain distracted by his affection. "Uh, for a bit. I was so tired after work, I was waiting for you and…" 

Steve throws his jacket over the coat rack and bumps your hip with his. "Robin needed a ride home." He's still wearing his Family Video uniform, the plain polo with his bulky name tag and the vest that makes you laugh. His hand is slightly warmer as he catches your fingertips and encourages you back to your room. 

You intertwine your fingers with his and let yourself be pulled along, eyes dry and throat scratchy from your nap being cut short. Steve less than kindly shoves you back into your messy bed as he searches your room for something soft to wear. 

"Why don't you own sweatpants?" he asks, digging through the bottom of your closet for where his clothes sometimes end up. "Ah ha!" 

You watch with half-lidded eyes, curled up like a sad snail as he strips out of his tight jeans. Tired though greedy, you can't help but gaze at his thighs, his naked chest as he changes. 

"My eyes are up here," he calls. 

You snap your gaze to his face and grin sheepishly. "Steve, you can't strip tease me. I'm tired." 

"I wasn't teasing." Finally dressed he climbs over your legs to his self-proclaimed side of the bed, legs stretched out in front of him. You turn on your side to face him. "Just stripping. Not my fault you can't keep your eyes to yourself." 

You huff at him and close your eyes, best pleased when you feel his head dipping towards you, the heat of his nearness putting you at ease. 

"Sorry for waking you up," he murmurs, hand protective over the hill of your shoulder. He smooths his palm down your arm and rubs the skin until his hand has worked under your short sleeve. 

"There are worse things to wake up to," you murmur back, trying to suppress a smile. 

"Yeah?" Steve asks. 

His lips are warm as he presses a slightly open kiss to your skin, the tip of his nose brushing you so lightly it tickles. Goosebumps emerge and he quickly wipes them away with a rougher press of his hand. 

"You need a key." 

Steve slides down onto his back though he uses his elbow to hover over you, the mattress crushed under the point of his arm. "I so do," he agrees excitedly, "d'you ever see Risky Business?" 

"Not so you can turn my home into a brothel! So you don't have to knock." 

"That's a good idea, so I won't have to wake you up," he says, sounding achingly apologetic. Then, in the small silence, "Though I'd hate to enable your laziness." 

"Is that how it is?" you ask. 

"Yeah," he says, working his arm carefully under the breadth of your shoulders, hand coming up around the top of your chest as he pulls your body into his. "That's exactly how it is, baby." 

His other arm comes over your waist. You cover his hand with yours over the bump of your tummy, too tired to be mortified that he's squeezing the softness there. He makes a sound of contentment into your neck and you make the same, happy for about five seconds before you change your mind. 

You turn in the circle of his arms, legs a tangle as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

"Oh," he says, laughing, "somebody missed me." 

"So much," you agree, working your face into the juncture of his neck, his hair brushing your cheek. 

"I missed you too," he says, light and quiet and happy. 

"You smell really nice. And you give the best hugs," you tell him, eyes closed tight, one hand drifting away from his neck and towards the broadness of his back, the ridge of his shoulder blade. You feel for his shapes and planes.

"Normally I'd agree with you, I would," he begins in a familiar tone, about to say something adorable but hiding it behind sarcasm and theatrics. "You're usually right, god bless, but I actually give the second best hugs. You're still taking gold in that sport, baby." 

You melt at his teasing and how his voice grows warmed towards the end, 'baby' a sticky endearment that fills your entire torso with butterflies. 

"Seoul 1988," you comment. 

Steve chuckles and his arms pull you closer, his leg weaving between yours. "That would be sweet. Telling all the nerds down at FV that my girlfriend's an Olympic level athlete. 'Hey, that's awesome, what sport does she do?'" he acts out, his lips touching the crown of your head with each word. "Oh, you know, she cuddles." 

You wrinkle your nose at him. "Awful." 

"You're right. Cuddling doesn't sound very impressive, but saying, like, 'she's really warm and soft, and her hands are never cold, she smells like a flower and you never want to leave' doesn't sound cool either." 

You press your lips to his neck in a terrible excuse for a kiss, ridiculously affectionate but also unbearably tired. "We'll have to have our own Olympics so you can win a few medals too. Best boyfriend, nicest boyfriend, prettiest boyfriend, boyfriend with the nicest hair, the nicest eyes, the biggest-" 

"Alright, that's enough." 

"-heart," you finish, peeking up at him. "Why, what'd you think I was gonna say?" 

Steve glares at you but it quickly dissolves as you begin peppering slow, clumsy kisses up the column of his throat, over his jaw and then, to the corner of his mouth. He turns his face to align your lips properly, giving you a chaste but firm kiss. He pulls back, thinks better, gives you a second and a third, all quick and sweet. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader

[giyuu-is-lonely7]

Spice: Taehoon Seong x F!reader

A/N: I got lazy near the end and I apologise if he's OOC. Haven't edited yet.

Warnings: none, maybe implied sexual content near the end

“You’re so shit and handing spicy food” You laughed as you watched Taehoon down a glass of milk. His glare did nothing, if anything you cracked up even more. A pale milk moustache was evident on his equally pale skin. This boy really thought he could scare you with a glare after you watched him fail at eating the spicy ramen.

His arm came up to his mouth to wipe the milk mou off his face. You were seated at his families' dining table, a bowl of instant ramen in front of you with a pair of chopsticks sticking out from it. Taehoon had invited you over to watch a movie as it was a shit day with even shittier weather, you’d just finished editing his video when he called you over. This was not what you expected though, to be laughing at the guy who would kill someone for even looking at him funny.

“Shut Up.” 

You just couldn’t, if he couldn’t handle the spice why’d he even bother putting it in his ramen. He made his way back to the table with a glass of milk for himself, none for you, you noted. Taehoon was obviously getting ticked off now, so you did your best to calm down. It was quite the show, his once pale face becoming red suddenly out of nowhere. With a finale chuckle, you let a sigh of air pass through your mouth.

“Sorry, sorry.” The tears on the corner of your eyes begged to be released, but you quickly wiped them away so Taehoon wouldn’t know about them. His brows twitched with slight anger, he didn’t like to be laughed at.

“So is this the real reason why you don’t like spicy food? Cause you can’t handle it.” I wasn’t supposed to come out like that, but it was too late to turn back now. 

He was pissed, the eyebrow that twitched and the jaw that clenched were clear signs of it, though you feigned oblivious and continued to speak. “I always found it odd when you take me out to dinner and never order any spicy food. Theres nothing wrong with not having spicy, but if spicy was the only option you’d lower it down.” 

A hand slammed into the wooden table which made the ramen cup bounce in the air a little. This didn’t phase you in the slightest. Instead, you wanted to tease your boyfriend even more. 

“Awwe, did I make my boyfriend who can’t handle spice very well upset, oh whatever shall I do. How could I ever atone for my sins, I know I’ll buy you some ic-” 

Your sentence was cut off when a callused palm slapped over your mouth to restrain you from speaking. Dark brown eyes met your own as his pale skin had a pinkish hue blooming underneath it.

Holy shit!

You had just made your boyfriend blush. The same guy who didn’t even blush when he asked you out was now blushing up a storm over a small little tease.

“Don’t smile.” His voice was less like his normal tone, this one was flustered even. The corners of your mouth rose up even faster at his voice. Slowly your hands reached upwards to remove his from your mouth though it did little as his grip on your face was strong. 

Once again you tried to pull his hand off your face yet it was hopeless. A cocky smirk made its way up to Taehoon’s face, the blush on his face was long gone. The hand that was not latched onto your face was placed on the chair you were sitting on, his hand just mere centimetres away from your shoulder. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear.

“Beg”

This fucker, so you figured out his secret, and now he’s going to make you embarrass yourself because of it. As it, you had dignity to uphold. No way were you going to lick is hand, you had no doubt your boyfriend was clean, but he was still a boy, so that option was an easy pass.

The next option was to act as cute as possible. Make some cute looking eyes or throw some cute little poses, Hah! As if your cold-hearted boyfriend would bend to your will at that, plus being cute was not you at all.

Option three it was, with little to no force at all, you twisted your body around in the chair. Your back no longer had the support from before but you were completely free from his arm now. But you were now falling backwards. 

With a thud you landed on your back, only to be met with a slam from the front as well. A cough escaped your mouth as you opened your eyes. Only to be meat with light brown hair and a hand to the side of your head. Taehoon had landed right on top of you, his face was squished between your boobs. Well what a sight. He had lot his balance when you fell off the chair resulting in him falling, though how’d it end up like this? 

Taehoon shifted his head to look up at you, his brown bangs covered his eyes slightly, your eyebrow quirked up. 

“Comfy down there?” 

He scoffed before shuffling up a bit, you took this chance to take a hit at him.

“Who would have thought you’d have gotten so defensive over nothing, its cute.” A smile made its way up to your face before being replaced by a shit eating grin. “I feel bad though, do I still have to by my boyfriend thats bad at spice ice–” Once more was your sentence cut off, but this time differently.

His warm lips met yours as he stole the words from your mouth. Your eyes closed on instinct as his hand that was once holding your mouth hostage was now caressing your face, mainly cheek but who cares for the details. Having done this with him before, your mouth opened wide as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. Arms reached up to play with his brown hair, the locks were soft to the touch. One of his best features. 

Parting your mouth once more, your eyes opened and Taehoons tongue slipped out of your mouth as a trail of saliva followed his tongue out. With warmed cheeks you let go of your boyfriends hair and stare at him in the eyes as he did the same.

“Finally shut up.” He spoke as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh shut up jackass.” A reply came from your lips.

“I’m home” A cheerful voice spoke from the front door 

Eyes locked with each others, you communicated telepathically.

‘FUCK!’

#ptj universe #how to fight #viral hit #taehoonseong #Taehoon #Seong #Taehoon x reader #Hansoo seong #ramen #webtoon #manhwa #viral hit x reader #flustered taehoon

[xcherryerim]

Any JHutch character playing with readers tits pls

New Memories

Futturman x afab reader | childhood friends to…

tw: Lots of boob play | Playing with tits | Massaging cock with tits | sucking on boobs | fingering reader | giving Futturman head | Reader licking their own come | Slightly awkward friends fucking each other | humor | Hachi machi mentioned | porn with no plot. WC: 2K

Notes: Revised this once. don’t come at me. I feel extreme lazy rn.

credits to: @/cafekitsune for the divider

Laughter and the scent of nostalgia filled the air as Josh pleaded with wide, eager eyes, "Come on, it will be like old times! We haven't had a sleepover since we were ten – remember the endless hours we spent playing video games, watching our favorite shows, and talking about nonsense…Let's do it again tonight!"

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a bit skeptical. "Well, Josh, we haven't had a sleepover since we were ten, like you said." Your voice trails off, contemplating whether this was such a good idea after all.

Ignoring your doubts, Josh grabs your hand firmly, leading you towards his bedroom. "That's exactly why it'll be so much fun! Trust me, my bed is huge, we'll barely even touch each other." A wide smile spreads across his face, revealing his dimples.

With a slight sigh, you allow yourself to be led by Josh, feeling a hint of uncertainty creeping in. Hesitation is written all over your face as you trail behind him. Upon hearing your skepticism, Josh turns towards you, meeting your gaze once again.

"I promise it'll be just like those childhood days," Josh assures you with a grin, trying to convince you as he gently tugs at your hand. "We can catch up and relive some old memories, and who knows? Maybe make some new ones too."

As you follow him into his room, you can't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and nerves. The walls are adorned with posters from your favorite TV shows and movies, taking you back to simpler times. As you look around the room, you can't help but notice how much has changed since you were last here.

Josh heads over to his bed and starts making it more comfortable for the two of you, pulling out an extra blanket and a pillow. He then turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I always thought sharing a bed with you could be interesting... in the most platonic way, of course!" he jokes, winking at you.

You chuckle nervously, finding it hard to believe that you're about to share a sleeping arrangement with your friend. But there's something endearing about the fact that nothing seems to have changed… for now.

.

.

.

After spending hours immersed in laughter and adventure, the two of you found yourselves drifting off to sleep, still lying on the large bed, facing opposite directions.

Suddenly, your eyes flutter open, catching sight of Josh's movements and the soft, husky sounds coming from his lips. Intrigued, you realize that he has his arms wrapped around your chest, groping and fondling you with reckless abandon, seemingly unaware of his actions due to his slumber.

"Josh?" Your whisper cuts through the silence, trying to rouse him from his unconscious state.

Slowly, his eyelids flutter open, revealing the grogginess etched in his expression. "What...what are you doing?" you inquire, confused by the situation.

His eyes darted down to his hands, only to register the reality of his actions. "Oh, sorry about that." He mutters sheepishly, as if it were an innocent mistake.

"I was just dreaming...about stuff. It doesn't matter." With a small laugh, he tries to pull away, but the force of his dreams still lingers in his touch.

Your body instinctively responds to his touch, arching slightly without your conscious control. You can't deny the unexpected thrill coursing through your veins as his fingers continue to caress and tease your sensitive skin.

Noticing your reaction, Josh appears to gain confidence, leaning closer to your ear and asking, "Can I keep doing this?" His breath tickles your skin, and the warmth of his body presses against your back, his erection making its presence known through his sweatpants.

Caught between surprise and pleasure, you reply, "Well, you're already doing it." The tension and curiosity in the air are palpable, and it seems as though the lines between dreams and reality are beginning to blur.

For a moment, Josh remains silent, considering your response. Finally, he nods slowly, his grip on your breasts tightening slightly as he begins to match the rhythm of your breathing.

“I guess you're right," Josh acknowledges, his hips swaying in gentle, almost needy thrusts against your backside. A faint smile plays on his lips as he adds, "I guess we are making new memories, aren't we?" His words carry a mix of humor and honesty, laced with the raw energy of their current situation.

As Josh continues to caress and knead your breasts, his eyes remain fixed on your profile, studying every subtle movement and reaction. He watches as you bite your lip, trying to maintain a sense of composure amidst the sensations washing over you. His own body trembles, the friction of his pants against your ass a constant reminder of his arousal.

The room is filled with the sounds of uneven breathing, the occasional gasp escaping from your parted lips, and the rustling of clothing.

Breathing heavily, Josh carefully shifts your body beneath him, aligning himself above you. His lips trace delicate paths along your exposed neck, sending shivers down your spine with each tender kiss and gentle nibble. Once his mouth reaches the curve of your shoulder, he pauses, seemingly entranced by the sight before him.

Without warning, he raises your shirt, revealing your breasts to his gaze. An audible gulp betrays his sudden appetite for the sight before him, and with a renewed vigor, he cradles one of your breasts in his mouth. His tongue darts out to trace around your nipple, while his hand continues to explore the other breast, alternating between gentle slaps and firm pulls.

Groaning loudly, Josh wraps his leg around your thigh, grinding his semi-wet bulge against you in earnest. He pauses briefly, his eyes locking with yours before you attempt to reach for his throbbing member. However, Josh stops you mid-reach, gripping your wrist firmly.

"No, no... I don't need that," he stammers, panting heavily. "I mean, I could literally come just by sucking on your tits. There's really no need for..." Before he can finish his sentence, you slip your fingers into his waistband, tugging playfully before releasing it.

A mischievous glint enters your eyes as you propose, "I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

Josh hesitates, looking around as if seeking guidance, but eventually surrenders to your suggestion. With a gentle push, you encourage him to sit up, spreading his legs apart and creating space between you.

"What are you...?" Josh questions, trailing off as you position your breasts around his shaft.

As you commence your rhythmic dance, Josh's body convulses uncontrollably, his groans growing louder and more desperate. Each sway of your breasts sends ripples of pleasure through his core, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

You can hear the desperation in his voice as he repeats, "Oh my God," over and over again, his body bucking beneath yours.

Feeling the urgency in his responses, you decide to increase the pace, increasing the pressure with each movement. Josh's grip on your wrists tightens, his nails digging into your skin as his breathing becomes ragged. The room is filled with the sounds of his moans and the soft slapping noises created by your motions.

"Hachi ma—"

You cut him off abruptly, narrowing your eyes. "If you say that fucking word, I swear I'll punch you." Your stern tone leaves no room for argument.

Visibly shocked by your threat, Josh quickly backtracks, apologizing profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, don't stop. Can I just...keep going? Okay?" His eyes plead for forgiveness and permission to resume your intimacy.

Relenting, you nod your approval, resuming your titillating dance above him. This time, however, you arch your back ever so slightly, your lips reaching down to gently kiss and lick his tip.

A wave of pleasure washes over him as you expertly tease his most sensitive area. The combination of your movements and oral focus proves to be too much for Josh, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

Seemingly unable to resist any longer, Josh reaches a hand between your legs, his fingertips brushing against your slick entrance. He slides two digits inside you, finding your wetness and warmth a welcome surprise. Gently, he begins to stroke you in rhythm with your tit motions, matching your pace and intensity.

"Getting handsy without permission, huh?" You tease, a sly grin forming on your face.

Josh retorts defensively, "You tell me; you're the one sucking on my cock when I never asked you to."

Rolling your eyes, you counter, "I could stop if I wanted to."

“Doesn't look like you want to, though.”

Challenged, Josh smirks deviously, slowly and cautiously repositioning your head towards his engorged member. The tip grazes your lips, gently urging you to conform to his desires.

Despite your words, you can't help but comply, the connection between you feeling almost irresistible.

You continue to bob your head around his tip, your breasts maintaining their dance above him. At the same time, his fingers plunge in and out of you, eliciting involuntary noises of pleasure from your throat.

The room pulses with the sounds of your synchronized movements, the sweat glistening on both of your bodies. The sheets beneath you grow damp with the evidence of your passion, entwining you further into this intimate act.

Each thrust of his fingers, each brush of your breasts brings you both closer to the edge, the line between friendship and something more becoming increasingly blurred. The energy in the room is electric, a testament to the depth of emotion and desire consuming you both.

"Fuck, fuck!" Josh cries out, his voice shaking with the impending release. "Baby, I'm gonna cum!" He warns you, his words echoing through the room.

Surprised by his endearment, you pause for a brief moment. "Baby?" You question, your brows furrowed.

Embarrassed but eager to continue, Josh apologizes. "It slipped out, sorry, just...keep going." His embarrassment is tempered by his urgent need for satisfaction.

With a small nod, you resume your ministrations, your breasts continuing to sway above him while your head oscillates around his engorged member.

His fingers persist in their steady rhythm inside you, mirroring your movements above. The room vibrates with the intensity of your combined efforts, the air thick with the scent of arousal and unspoken emotions.

At this point, it seems inevitable that you're both hurtling toward a climax, drawn together by the pull of desire and the uncharted territory you've ventured into.

As embarrassment and uncertainty bubble beneath the surface, the bond between you only strengthens, driving you both closer to the brink of ecstasy. In this moment, there's no turning back – the force of your connection propels you forward, each sensation heightened by the others.

Your heart races in syncopation with your movements, and you can feel Josh's body tense. His fingers dig into your thighs, his hips thrusting harder against the motions of your breasts. The room pulses with the echoes of your moans and pleasurable gasps, each sound fueling your ascent to the peak.

As the final moments approach, your movements synchronize, culminating in simultaneous climaxes. Josh's grip on your body tightens, his groans mixing with your sighs as you both find relief in each other's arms. When the waves subside, he guides your head towards his fingers, still coated with your essence.

"Clean me up," he whispers, half-joking and half-serious. Obediently, you obey, licking his digits clean, savoring the taste of yourself mingled with Josh's masculine flavor.

With a content sigh, he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your body and cradling you against his chest. "Baby?!" he mimics your earlier protest, his grin wide and impish.

Defensive, you retort, "Hey! I was surprised."

Laughing heartily, Josh counters, "Yeah, but I'm not gonna say 'Oh bro, I'm gonna cum!' or 'Oh comrade, it appears I'm gonna bust a nut soon!'" His laughter fills the room, the tension dissipating with his humor.

"You are so annoying," you respond playfully, rolling your eyes as you snuggle into his embrace. Despite your irritation, you can't deny the warmth of his arms surrounding you, the comfort of his presence grounding you after such an intense encounter.

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Caught

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a fantasy she never told Stephen about, but that changes when she is caught with her hands inside her pants.

Word Count: 3,6k

Warnings: SMUT: Strong masturbation kink, female and male masturbation, mentions of pornography, oral sex with male receiving, deep throat, cum fetich.

A/N: By now everyone must have realized that I like this kink because I've written it at least three times already, but I'm not going to apologize for that. Anyway, enjoy your reading!

Your fingers slid in and out of your pussy at a lazy pace while your eyes were glued to your cell phone screen.

It should have just been a boring Monday afternoon, but you arrived home early from work, took a shower and with a mischievous smile decided to venture onto Pornhub looking for the same type of video that always made you cum very quickly. Too fast sometimes.

You spent a good few minutes watching and working yourself up to make the sensation last longer, but when you finally allowed yourself to lower your hand between your legs you were completely wet. It was the effect those videos had on you.

You were always looking for men who had the same body type as Stephen and recording frames that always cut their faces. They were always sitting or standing jerking off in front of the camera. They were usually short videos, two or three minutes that had the power to bring multiple orgasms out of you and the reason was simple: in your mind it was always Stephen.

You always had the fantasy of seeing Stephen masturbating, but of course you never had the courage to say that to him. The closest you came to fulfilling this fantasy was one day when you got home from work and was going into the bathroom when heard him jerking off inside.

You still remembered the feeling between your legs. How you were paralyzed, your ear glued to the door to hear all the noises he made. It was one of the most erotic moments of your life, but it ended there, you never managed to tell him what you heard, much less tell him that you wanted to see him doing it.

So you threw yourself into the Pornhub videos, looking for something in each of them that would convince your brain that it was Stephen doing that and mainly that it was you he was thinking about when he came.

You let a loud moan escape your lips as you surrendered to the pleasure building and building inside you, the knot in your stomach threatening to break. You were so close and so lost in your own fantasy that your eyes closed, no longer needing the stimulation of the video to get there because before your closed eyes was Stephen in all his glory smirking at you and cumming, ropes of cum spurting from his cock head and splashing all over his stomach.

That was always the final trigger that took you to paradise and you were almost there, almost there when you were surprised by a baritone voice.

"So this is what you do when you're home alone."

You don't know what you did faster, whether it was turning off the cell phone screen or taking your hands out of your panties. Your face got so hot it felt like it was on fire and you hid it in your hands wishing a hole would open up and you could hide inside and never be found again.

You heard a low chuckle and the sound of boots and then felt the bed dipping next to you. Stephen held your hands, moving them away from your face and making you look at him.

"You should be working." You whispered mortified.

He smirked, "So should you, but it looks like you found another more interesting activity to do this afternoon, didn't you?"

You felt a new wave of heat invading your cheeks and warming down your neck.

"And now I'm feeling terribly guilty because it feels like I interrupted what was going to be a very intense orgasm." He teased trying to contain a giggle.

"I... missed you and I was bored. I'm sorry." You finally managed to say.

Stephen cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb. "You look even more beautiful with your cheeks red like that, you know that? There's no need to apologize, sweetheart. I do that too. More than I'd like to admit."

Yeah, you knew that. That was precisely the whole point, wasn’t it?

You nodded, feeling your body relax a little and your clit pulsing demanding the orgasm you promised and didn't deliver.

Stephen leaned forward to kiss you. His lips were slightly salty, he was sweaty, but you didn't mind at all. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you let out a little moan, parting your lips so he could slide his tongue into your mouth, capturing your tongue and sucking it in a passionate kiss.

You let yourself melt into his kiss, feeling his hand slide down your arm slowly only realizing what he was really doing when he took your cell phone from your hand and broke the kiss giggling.

"Stephen, no..."

"Let's see what got you so worked up." He announced pressing the side button on your cell phone and you sighed in relief watching him frown when he saw the screen locked.

"Finger." He demanded.

You crossed your arms decidedly.

Stephen smirked, amused by the whole situation. "I can force you to cooperate or you can be good and I'll help you get that orgasm you've been so beautifully seeking."

He winked at you and you let out an irritated huff  "It's not fair!"

He chuckled "You know what's not fair? Me working my ass off and you touching yourself in my bed."

"Our bed" You corrected.

He smiled openly, extending his hand, palm facing up. "Finger."

You sighed, stretching out your finger. He held it and quickly unlocked your cell phone. You closed your eyes completely mortified when you heard the moans and wet noises coming from the device. You couldn't stand to look at Stephen, no matter what expressions were on his face.

Stephen let out a low whistle "You are dirty."

You allowed yourself to open one eye to peek at what he was doing. He was scrolling through your online history. "I think we have a masturbation kink here, sweetheart. When were you going to tell me about it?"

You sighed, reaching out your hand "If you're done, I want my phone back."

He smirked handing it back to you.

"I'll understand if you're mad at me." You said, turning off your phone screen and sitting crisscrossed on the bed. "But I swear I don't do that all the time. I'm not addicted to porn or anything like that." You explained yourself, looking at your hands.

Stephen held your hand. "Look at me. Not for a moment did I think you were. And I don't mind if you watch porn every now and then. It's normal, sweetheart, we all do it from time to time."

You looked at him curiously. "You do?"

He smirked. "Sometimes. Would you like to know what I usually see?"

You felt your cheeks getting hot again, but you nodded.

"Blowjobs. Most of the time the ones that end in deep throat. You know I love it because I already told you that."

You nodded biting the inside of your cheek. "The videos... you just watch them or... you imagine yourself participating."

Stephen smirked, probably realizing you were jealous. "I imagine it's you doing those things to me."

You felt your stomach getting pleasantly weird at that revelation.

"May I ask what you were thinking just now when you were watching that video?" He asked.

You found yourself playing with his fingers between your hands, squeezing them and rolling them between your fingers.

"It's always you." You muttered. "I always imagine it's you doing that... for me."

Stephen shifted in bed as if his pants had suddenly become uncomfortable. "Is that what you want? See me jerk off?"

You nodded shyly.

He reached down between your legs and pulled your shorts and panties to the side, dipping his finger in your folds and sighing heavily. "You're so fucking wet..."

You moved your hips subtly against his finger, which made him groan and pull you to his lips, capturing your lips in a devastating kiss. He sank two fingers inside you and began to slowly finger you, eliciting a moan from your lips.

"Stephen...need you." You confessed on his lips.

He smirked pulling away, with a quick movement of his fingers he closed and locked the bedroom door. He stood up next to the bed and began to undress. First the boots, then the top of his robes. He unbuckled his belt and ran his thumbs over the waistband of his pants, slowly lowering them and kicking them into a pile on the floor.

Your eyes were fixed on the outline of his cock inside his white boxer briefs. He was so big. Stephen didn't miss anything to the actors in those videos you watched. In fact, he was bigger than most of them.

He finally pulled down his underwear and kicked them into the pile. His cock was fully erect, curved deliciously towards his abdomen. That was, you thought, the most erotic vision you could conjure in your mind and yet nothing you had imagined resembled reality. Your mouth was open in a big O.

"Want to see me pumping my cock for you? You'll have to say, sweetheart."

You swallowed thickly watching him hold his cock by the base pointing it at you provocatively. He ran a finger along the slit collecting a drop of precum.

"You are so beautiful." That was all you could think of saying.

He smirked proudly, "Yeah? Is that why you want to see me jerk off? Come on, take those clothes off, let me see you too."

You obeyed, taking off your blouse and unclasping your bra. You knelt on the bed to pull down your shorts and panties and sat back kicking them to the floor.

"Beautiful." He praised. He went to the bedside table and opened one of the drawers, taking out a bottle of lube and pouring some of the liquid into one of his hands and taking it to his cock, spreading it all over his length and making a delicious wet noise in the process. That noise, you loved that noise.

You bit your bottom lip feeling how your clit was swollen, pulsing and demanding for attention.

"Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart. I'll sit here..." He said, sitting down in one of the two armchairs next to the fireplace. "And you're going to keep your eyes fixed on me. Okay? Isn't that what you wanted?"

You nodded watching him circle his fingers around the tip and finally start to stroke his cock up and down with more force. He let out a moan and closed his eyes for a second letting himself be carried away by the moment, but then he opened them staring at you and as if that wasn't enough he smiled the most beautiful and charming smile.

You still couldn't believe that this was really happening. Maybe you had falling asleep after cumming and were actually dreaming. It was the only possible explanation, but it was still not consistent. None of your dreams were so vivid and real.

You watched as he slowly slid his hand up and down, with the other hand he massaged his balls and without giving much thought to it, your hand slid between your legs, but as soon as you noticed what you were doing, you took it out of there feeling the heat rising to your face again.

"It's okay, you can touch yourself while you watch. Pick up where you left off, sweetheart."

You chewed on your lip feeling a little insecure, but you did as he said and slid your fingers between your folds feeling the pleasure run through your body like an electric current. You let out a low moan and Stephen nodded encouraging you to continue. You stuck two fingers inside and started fucking yourself on them at a steady pace, your eyes glued to Stephen.

You could say that you had seen a fair amount of cocks in your life, both in real life and on videos, but none were as beautiful as Stephen's. In fact, you never really thought the male member was beautiful until you held Stephen's in your hands and it wasn't just because it was his. Stephen's cock was big, much bigger than the average size, it was thick too and had a perfect curvature that pointed towards his abdomen, the head was fat and pink and there were veins around the entire length that were as beautiful and attractive as the veins in his arms and hands.

Stephen moaned, increasing his pace, his eyes on you all the time, to the way your fingers were going in and out your pussy, which at that point was dripping wet, making an squelching noise.

"Fuck sweetheart, you drive me crazy, you know that? Just imagining all the times you touched yourself thinking about this..." His voice was cut off by another loud moan.

He held his cock by the base proudly. "See how it's pulsing. I want to be inside you so badly." He let out another moan.

You loved the sounds Stephen made when he was making love, his baritone voice seemed made exactly for those sounds. That added to the sounds his hand made while pumping his cock was so devilishly arousing that you could feel yourself being pushed quickly over the edge.

Stephen could clearly see that happening. The rise and fall of your chest quickening with your hard breathing.

 "You're loving this, aren't you, my love?"

You nodded vehemently and totally unable to contain your moans, you moaned louder increasing the rhythm of your fingers searching for your sweet release.

"Slow down, sweetheart. You don't want to cum before me, do you?" There was a certain pride in his voice that was extremely arousing. He was loving it, as much or even more than you, yet you wondered how he managed to keep his voice steady when he was clearly as close as you were.

You moaned softly feeling your body practically there and this time you didn't have enough strength to stop.

"I don't want to stop now, Steph. I want to cum."

Stephen smirked "Yeah? Then cum for me, love. Show me how much you're enjoying watching me jerk off."

He kept his pace fast and intense and you let yourself be carried away by the feeling that grew inside your stomach. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you wanted more than just your fingers to satisfy you, but you knew they would be enough when you had that sight in front of you as stimulation.

You bit your bottom lip to hold back a loud moan at which Stephen tsked.

"Don't hold back, you can be loud. I love hearing you, sweetheart."

You moaned outrageously loud, giving in to your orgasm and your entire body began to shake, you closed your eyes, your mouth went agape.

"That's right. Beautiful. You did it so perfectly for me." Stephen praised.

When you opened your eyes your cheeks were hot and you could feel all the courage draining away, but Stephen wasn't ready to let go of the moment you shared, not yet.

He smiled devilishly at you holding his cock by the base. It was red and pulsing, the veins dilated by the flow of blood showing just how close he was to his own release.

"Come here, I want you to come closer."

You forced your legs to obey you, which was not an easy task, and stood up, walking slowly to the armchair. He reached out a hand to you and you took it.

"Get on your knees for me." He instructed.

You did as he asked and were ready to take him in your hands when he gently pulled them away.

"You're just going to watch, sweetheart. I'm going to do all the work exactly how you always wanted to see."

You nibbled on your bottom lip nodding and watched as he resumed stroking his cock up and down slowly and then increased the pace again. One hand firmly on the base, the other pumping quickly.

"Tell me, is this how you always imagined it?"

You nodded unable to say anything. He moaned surrendering to the pleasure.

"You're so fucking dirty... and I love you for that, you know? I've never had a woman make me so crazy about her."

You let out a low involuntary moan in response which made him smirk.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

You allowed yourself to look away from his cock to look into his eyes quickly.

“I want you to cum for me.”

He started to move his hips involuntarily against his fist and you knew he was close.

"Do you want to take it in your mouth?" He asked breathlessly.

You knew that was what he wanted, but you shook your head.

"No? I know. You want to see it happening, don't you?"

You bit your lip hard and nodded. You loved when Stephen talked to you like that. His baritone voice whispered to you in that sexy way of when he was close to his climax.

Stephen managed to chuckle between his moans that were quickly escalating to groans and grunts.

"So don't take your eyes off me... I'm so fucking close."

You smiled victoriously, determined to push him to get there.

"Come for me, Stephen. I want to see you cum... all over your stomach." You gave him your best baby girl look.

And so he did. Stephen let out an almost animalistic groan and began to cum. Ropes of his thick and white cum spurted from his cock head onto his abdomen, splashing down his stomach and making a delicious mess just like you always imagined.

The sight made your mouth water. It was no secret to you that you had a certain fascination with cum, unlike many women, you weren't disgusted by it, you loved the smell and especially the taste of it on your tongue and that's why you grabbed his cock and sucked the tip to collect the last drops of cum that dripped from his slit.

Stephen moaned in surprise, but leaned both arms on the armchair and lolled his head back, surrendering to the delicious afterglow with a heavy sigh.

The taste of his cum on your tongue made you want more of it, so you dedicated yourself to cleaning up the whole mess with your tongue. Licking his abdomen and stomach and sucking up the small puddles of cum, scooping some with your fingers and sucking on them, enjoying it as if you were tasting the best of desserts.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart... this is so fucking hot!"

You chuckled, finishing your work and placing a kiss on the tip of his cock and allowing yourself to look at him.

"Your cum taste so good." You confessed.

He chuckled moaning as you stroked him lightly. You didn't expect him to get hard so quickly again, but you could feel him growing in your hand.

He held your face firmly between both of his hands and leaned in to kiss you quickly. "Look what you do to me! Why don't you be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth now, uh?"

You nodded obediently opening your mouth for him. He grabbed his cock, gave it a couple of jerks and stuck it in your mouth, pressing it against the wall of your cheek, teasing you.

"This warm little mouth is so delicious, love, but I want your throat. Tell me I can fuck your throat."

He took his cock out of your mouth to let you respond.

"Yes. You know I like it too."

He smirked "Yeah? You're such a dirty little girl. Like to see me jerk off, Like to get your throat fucked. What did I do to deserve you?"

You bit your bottom lip. "You are the great Doctor Strange. Any woman in the world would want to have her throat fucked by your cock, Stephen."

"Yeah?" He caressed your face, holding his cock by the base and you opened your mouth obediently without him even having to ask. He shoved his cock down your throat groaning loud.

"But there's only one woman I want and that's you, sweetheart. Only you."

You felt your heart swelling with those words, but you focused on relaxing your throat and letting him fuck it at his pace, fast and hard as he always did.

He didn't last long, he never lasted long when he fucked your throat, it was his weak point. He held your head in place and continued thrusting up until he was out of breath and emptied himself down your throat.

"Oh shit... so. fucking. good." He finished punctuating his words with three last thrusts and then let go of your head and allowed you to take him out of your mouth.

He caressed your cheek gently and smiled the sweetest, most beautiful smile in the world. "And to think I only went back to the Sanctum to get a relic that Wong asked for."

You giggled getting up and sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his lips and kissed you softly.

"Promise me you'll tell me whenever there's anything you want to do in bed or in any other circumstances. You know you can talk to me. About anything."

You nodded "I promise."

He pinched your cheek teasingly and then sighed. "I need to go now. Wong is probably wondering why I'm taking so long. He'll end up coming after me. You know what he's like."

You nodded, holding his face in your hands. "I love you."

You kissed him again.

"I love you too, Sweetheart. More than anything."

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Wildflower: 05

The Secret Garden

John Wick x Reader

Category: Short Series

Warning: Physical attack, actual violence and allusion to violence and brutality and concussion

Note: John is relatively younger in this fic( late thirties to early forties)

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Wildflower 04

With all the commotion in her life– discovering her mother’s letter, moving to New York after a harrowing confrontation with her father that would fester life-long resentments (or at least a decade-long?) discovering that her mother was no more, getting used to the city and its pace— (Y/N) had come to appreciate the quieter aspects of life more than ever– the lazy days, the quiet mornings at a park, or a morning bicycle ride. 

But perhaps, she should have known…It was not her quiet little town, it was New York City. She had barely paid attention to the quiet rustling of approaching footsteps. She was dumb enough to not even register the barrel of the gun until the cold metal was pressing against the back of her neck.

“Don’t you fucking move bitch! Han–me your wallet.” The voice was heavy and slightly slurred. 

She froze— all the self-defence videos she spent watching after arriving in New York evaporated and she stilled as the reality of the situation bucketed down on her like painful, jagged ice. She whimpered when he pressed the metal roughly against her skull, the coldness dug into her and she knew that it would become a scar at the back of her mind if she made it out alive.

“Didn’t you hear me bitch!” he hissed, shoving the gun harder against her skull, it bumped harshly, making her hiss.

“Okay, okay–” As she tried to get up, she was shoved down, falling on her stomach. 

Her knees were bruised, but with the adrenaline urge, she could hardly register the pain against the fear and her heartbeat thundering against her chest– she could even feel it in her head. She whimpered when she felt his footsteps nearing before a rough hand grabbed her hair.

“Don’t play smart with me— I’ll empty this fucking gun in your dense head.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please just—don’t hurt me!” She felt tears gathering in the corner of her eyes– one blink and her cheeks were dampening.

Her hands shook as she pulled out her wallet and handed it to him, not even considering playing smart.

She turned to look at the man but he tugged her hair harshly, keeping her still.

“And the ring too!”

Her eyes widened at the demand.

“N–No, No, I can't give you that–please!” 

She screamed when he yanked her hair, her scalp burned as fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she shivered when he snatched her hand that had the ring. Roughly taking it off her finger. Her mother’s ring, her mother’s last gift to her.

 No! No, she couldn't let it go!

“No! Give me back my ring— it—” She turned around as soon as he let go of her hair. But her protests were cut short with the back of the gun striking the side of her head. 

—--

It hurt. That was what she registered first before her waking mind began to register the quietness. There was a beep, but it felt like it was somewhere far– consistent though, and the longer she heard it, the closer it came, speeding up, slowing? No, speeding, no, nothing changed.

She felt her eyelids moving as her mind became more coherent. Opening her eyes was a task— but she managed— it was just one blink first, nothing decipherable. But as she blinked again, she saw something move. A black mass– no, a looming form raising up— it seemed all black. In silence, it stood up and walked out of her sight. She wanted to move her head but it was too heavy to move. Every attempt to move it was rewarded with a deep, encompassing ache originating from the side of her head and spreading all over her skull. It made her whimper.

Was it the sound of shutting the door she heard?

She was not sure anymore, instead, she sank back, relaxing on the fluffy surface– a pillow– right, it was soft and good, and she could go back to sleep.

—--

It felt like she had slept only for a minute more when she woke up again. Much more coherent this time. Registering the beeping monitor and the IV. A bit over the top for concussion. Right, she was hit on the head after she tried to save her mother’s ring from the robber.

Could not even see that rat’s face.

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. That was so unlike her– calling somone names. But at the same time, it was, for the first time in months that she felt any other intense emotion than grief or resentment. There was a numbness that had gripped her, paralysed her, closed her heart to feeling anything– life went by just as it was, and she felt on autopilot.

But the moment her mother’s ring was snatched, it was like a bucket of ice was thrown at her, breaking her out of the numbness, the void.

She had a purpose— she wanted to go on, and she was willing to go on and live because her mother would have wanted the same. Her mother who loved her, adored her so much and left so many unanswered questions behind. Questions she probably would never get answers to.

But now, the ring was gone and she was looking up to a white hospital ceiling, the room smelt fresh but with a hint of that same old ‘medical’ smell and assessing the private room she was in— it was going to burn a hole in her pocket.

“How are you feeling now?” 

Oh, there was a nurse in there too, adjusting her IV. Her vision was a bit floaty. She blinked and cleared her parched throat.

“I’m… I’m feeling–weird?”

She smiled at (Y/N)’s slow, blinking eyes.

“Concussion, honey. You’re lucky the kind man found you and brought you here. Oh, yes, your things are kept by the bed, check them out and report if something’s missing, hm?” With that, she pressed the button to bend up the upper half of the bed, making her able to sit up slightly.

“Th–thank you… the man’s around? I can thank him.” (Y/N)’s voice was scratchy and her speech came with a bit of effort, but at least the pain was reduced to a dull throbbing. 

“I’m afraid he’s gone. He was there in your room an hour ago. Went away after alerting us that you’re waking up.”

(Y/N) frowned. So, she was not dreaming. She sighed and leaned back, the pillow was big and soft. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, trying to focus on the table by her bed.

She blinked as the gleaming object caught her eyes. The sunlight fell just at the right angle as if presenting it to her, ushering her to pick it up.

Her mother’s ring!

It was her mother’s ring placed on the table. Her movements felt a bit disoriented and slow but she managed to reach out to it and pick it up.

“Oh, mother…Thank you— Thank you to whoever returned this.” She whispered, kissing the ring as tears escaped her eyes.

“Everything good?” The concerned nurse asked.

(Y/N) looked up and nodded her head. If she spoke, she would cry. Assessing her quickly one last time, the nurse left after informing her that the doctor would come to check on her after lunch. 

Well, that would be added to the fat bill, won’t it?

But for now, she realised she was starving, and some overpriced food was all she could have for now, so, she would settle with that. The doctor came after lunch, and she asked about the billing process and insurance.

Only to find that all her bills were paid— she would be discharged the next day– a bit of a stretch– but her vision was still floaty and moving too fast was a task. 

The kind stranger also paid the bills? Food and medicines covered? 

What was he, an angel?

Or was she dreaming? 

When she tried to get to the name, there was surprisingly nothing. Nothing in the sense that the doctor refused to disclose.

Strange.

So, things had magically turned out to be…good?

It was unbelievable but she had her mother’s ring on her finger, the bills were paid and… and she had a private room. With a TV.

All that was left was to inform her superiors regarding her situation. And maybe her family?

She contemplated the latter. She had not spoken to him for more than five minutes on the phone. The texts were–one-worded and with the stubbornness rooted in their family, she knew that it would take time for either of them to thaw.

She sighed and reached for the TV remote. Maybe she would think through things with a clearer head. She adjusted her vision, trying to focus on the TV screen that seemed to annoyingly blur. She shouldn’t be watching TV, but she was stubborn and certified stupid so…

Flicking through the channels mindlessly, she stopped right at an address. A park near her home—wait, it was the same park she was at when she was robbed! It was the park she would go to often to watch the sunrise.

She squinted her eyes, trying to focus on the headlines. There was a dull throbbing in her head intensified, but she could barely pay attention to that. Was she reading right? The face was the same, the one who robbed her.

He was…hospitalised?

For broken ribs, teeth and well some other broken bones.

Apparently, he had mugged many before, but the police could never catch him— or maybe they never bothered. 

 Why would they, it wasn’t a murder yet.

She rolled her eyes at the thought.

But now, he was at a hospital, and once discharged, he would be shoved behind bars. It was only a brief headline before the news ultimately turned to politics. She switched the electronic off and leaned down, trying to relax, and not think too much.

But all she could think of was the chain of events. It now felt surreal almost. She thought she was almost dead, but there she was, safe, comfortable— the most comfortable she could be with a concussion and in a hospital, and the robber had targeted the wrong person this time.

And who was that kind man who brought her to the hospital? Completed formalities, paid the bills in advance, made sure she wouldn’t have to touch a penny from her pocket and just chose to remain anonymous— to a stubborn level? She did not understand.

New York seemed to be too much to handle. 

She felt like she did not belong there. Not like she wanted to find a home in the city, no, but it was like the city itself was giving her a cold, indifferent stare. The towering buildings were not intimidating, but the sense that she was in a completely new and somehow dangerous territory was bothering her. It was disturbing even. 

She felt like an outsider. Not exactly like a ‘small-town-girl’ outsider. It felt like worlds apart. 

Just as she felt in the Continental.

 Everything about the hotel seemed good, posh, just not normal. No matter how much it tried to imitate the ‘normal’, she did not feel a sense of comfort or even a sense of normalcy. There was something off about the hotel. The city did not feel as ‘off’, but the thought would be constantly there at the back of her mind.

(Y/N) rubbed her fingers on her forehead, touching the bandages in the process. Maybe she was thinking too much. Maybe her ‘fresh’ start in New York had begun on the wrong foot. 

Maybe—

Her phone rang.

Oh right, she had texted her senior regarding her accident. Picking up the device, she pressed the button to answer the call.

Here it goes— questions and answers, and more questions.

She sighed mentally while schooling her voice to sound as pleasant as she could at the moment.

—------

The next morning, it was Alex who called her. Even through the phone, she could feel his concern. She had not shown up in the bus they would usually take to commute back home, and of course, Alex noticed. 

“I will be there.”

“No, Alex, there’s no need, I’m okay. I will be discharged this afternoon. You can’t make it then anyway.”

“Why, which hospital is it? I'm coming.”

“Alex, you have a job to do.”

“I will manage (Y/N), just tell me the name and address.”

“Ale–”

“(Y/N), what are friends for if they cannot even be by your side when you need it?”

She sighed and shook her head before giving him the name and address of the hospital.

 There was a short silence.

“Oh.”

She frowned at the unexpected response.

“Alex? You good? It's okay if you can’t—”

“I’ll be there.” He asserted.

“O–okay. Sure, I will be waiting.”

****

Here comes another chapter. I'm sorry if the description of her concussion was incorrect, I'm no expert. Please feel free to correct me.

#john wick imagine #yandere john wick #yandere john wick x reader #john wick x reader #dark john wick

[heelovver]

Princess treatment

Authors note: omg I’ve been getting into riize so imma start writing for them too. I’m literally married to Eunseok and Wonbin. They are so fine it makes me giggle kick my feet and bite my finger. 😫

DomWonbin X subreader oneshot

It was a weekend and like all weekends Wonbin was gaming with the guys. You never minded as long as he only play 2-3 hours then spend time with you. You woke up alone in the morning to Wonbin screaming at Sungchan. “Omg I said he was left. Sungchan look at the map. I got UAV for a reason.” You got up used the bathroom and went to make breakfast. “Babe are you making breakfast?” Wonbin yelled from the room. “Yea, just eggs want some?” You replied cracking two eggs. “Yes please.” He replied then went back to gaming. You finished cooking and brought him his plate and ate yours in the living room. After finishing you washed both of your guys dishes. You grabbed an orange and thought Wonbin would want one too. You took one to him and placed it in the desk. He looked up at you with puppy eyes saying nothing. “What? You want me to peel it?” You asked him. Wonbin nodded and smiled at you. You peeled it and even fed him as his hands were busy on the keyboard. “More please” he looked at you with that stare. You rolled your eyes but did as he said.

It was already night and he still hasn’t gone off. You’ve been waiting patiently just wanting to cuddle him. “Babe. Babe. Wonnie. Wonbin!” He didn’t hear you or chose to ignore you. You threw a pillow at the back of his head making his headphones fall off. “Ow babe what the hell was that for!” He turned around scratching the back of his head. “I was calling you and you chose to ignore me. So I threw a pillow.” He looked at you flabbergasted. “You could’ve tapped me on the shoulders?” You rolled your eyes. “I was too lazy to get up but anyways when are you getting off?” He turned back around. “With that attitude I don’t think I’d ever will. My woman abusing me when I’m just trying to relax.” He fakes wiping his tears. This honestly pissed you off. You weren’t asking for anything big. You treated him like a princess, queen even, the whole day. You just wanted time with your boyfriend and now he’s making jokes. You threw another pillow this time harder. “Asshole” you said before getting under the covers. Wonbin turned around seeing you mad knowing he fucked up. He decided it was time to hop off. “Alright guys I have to go it’s late.” He said to the guys. “Hyung at least finish this round we’re going to lose if you leave!” Anton pleaded. “Sorry no can do you’ll understand when you grow out of your “I’m a virgin and have no girlfriend” faze.” Wonbin joked before leaving the game and cutting Anton off. “Hyu-.”

Wonbin got on the bed and noticed you were facing away from him. “Babe, baby wanna cuddle?” He asked nudging his face into your neck. You nudged him with your elbow. “No I feel kinda hot.” You ignored him and payed more attention on the random video playing on your phone. “Y/n I know I played longer than expected so I’m sorry.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You scoffed. “Sorry my ass.” Wonbin stuck his tongue to the inside of his cheek and rolling his eyes from your attitude. “You wanna be a brat so be it. Your not fuckin hot. I can clearly see your hard nipples from the cold air.” He pinned you down on the bed getting in between your legs. His cold hand slips under your shirt going up lifting one side of your shirt to your breast. You shiver and look up at him. “Look at you all hot and bothered when you didn’t even want me touching you in the first place.” He smirked at you making you cover your face with your arm. “Cute” he leans down and blows cold air on your nipple making you whimper. “So sensitive princess.” Wonbin licks your nipple waiting for your reaction. Then sucks on it while his right hand plays with your right breast. “I fukin love your boobs.” He says making you arch your back and letting out quit moans. “Won-nie” you moan rubbing your thighs together. “If you told me earlier that all you wanted was my attention I would’ve got off a lot sooner. Maybe I wouldn’t tease you as much.” He leaves wet kisses up your neck to your jaw. He leans into your ears and whispers, “Now let me hear you beg for my touch.” You cover his mouth. “As if, you should be the one begging after ignoring me the whole day.” Wonbin scoff’s grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms. “You’re real brave today princess. I did make a mistake but you’re so unforgiving. Did I get mad when you hung out with Yunjin all last weekend at the mall, no. I was pissed but I didn’t say anything. Was I ever unforgiving when Jungwon clearly flirted with you and you laughed it off. Was I ever unforgiving when you threw that pillow at me, no. So I don’t understand why you’re giving me this attitude.” He leans down and whispers again. “So beg.”

“Plea Please touch me.” Wonbin smirks happily. “Where do you want me to touch you princess.” He tilts his head. “Everywhere I want you to touch me and use me however you want.” You said turning red from embarrassment. “Good girl.” Wonbin kisses you and slides off your short shorts. The kiss was needy and sloppy. He throws your shorts somewhere in the room then sits up to take off his shirt. “Since I was being a little mean earlier I’ll give you everything you asked for and more.” He pulls your shirt and his sweats. Going back for a kiss. Your tongue’s fighting for dominance ultimately Wonbin wins and stops the kiss with a bite to your lips. He kisses down your jawline to your neck. He finds your sweet spot and leaves a hicky. Then he goes over your fading hickys. Unable to control yourself you moan out loud wrapping your hand on his hair pulling. You rub your thighs even closer now and Wonbin notices. “Aren’t you needy princess?” He continues to kiss down to your breast then your stomach then finally your inner thighs. “Remind me princess who do you belong to.” He marks hickys in your inner thighs. “You Wonbin, only you.” You whimper at each of his kisses and bites. “That’s right. You’re mine princess.” He starts leave pecks on your cunt. Then finally licks your pussy slowly. This causes you to pull hard on his hair making Wonbin groan satisfied. He enters two fingers into your pussy. He thrust them in slowly making you whimper. He pulls them out and sucks on his fingers. “So sweet.” He smirks staring up at your defeated face.

Wonbin sits up and pulls off his boxers. He toys with his cock near your pussy. He rubs his tip to your cunt loving how you react to his teasing. “It’s so fun to tease you.” He barely enters you then pulls out. Giggling he finally gives in to your cry’s and enters you fully. He groans thrusting slowing back in and out of you. “Faster please.” You asked looking up at him with teary eyes. “Fuck, if only you can see yourself.” He starts to fasten his pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your moaning fills the room. You can feel him hitting just the right places every time he thrusts. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulders going even deeper. Feeling so full you start to clench. “Princess stop you’re gonna make me cum.” He groans and starts to thrust faster. “Fuck baby I think I’m gonna cum.” He closes his eyes and places his freehand on the side of your face. Wonbin leans down and kisses you intensely. You feel your stomach start to knot and you cum. Seconds later Wonbin fills you up with his cum. He thrusts his cum into you. “Fuck that was amazing.” He pulls out and flips you onto him. “You’re such a pillow princess making me do all the work.” He grins at you and you hit his side slightly. “Shut up jerk.” He kisses your shoulder with a giggle and you guys fall asleep.

#riize x reader #wonbin smut #wonbin x reader #riize wonbin

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Yayy here we go

Can you please write a goldenheart one-shot where Ballister breaks something which belongs to Ambrosius (the way he broke it damaged Bal's health too, like a cut or something) and is afraid that Ambrosius will get mad at him only to be surprised that all Ambrosius cares about is his safety?? It doesn't have to be angsty in particular, I'm all for it if you do make it angsty lol

Ayo!!!

Alright we're trying to work on drabbles again. Here you go, I hope you like it! (Movieverse)

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Ballister leaned back against the headboard of the dorm bed, playing video games while his boyfriend studied for the upcoming Institute exam. Ballister, by this point, felt confident. He had been studying. Ambrosius, on the other hand, had not. So, he was taking the evening to relax and play video games on Ambrosius’s computer. It was way nicer than anything he could afford, he just used the one the Institute issued him for classwork.

Ambrosius yawned and rubbed his eyes. “I'm gonna take a coffee break. Want anything?”

Ballister hummed. “I'll just take hot chocolate, the exam is tomorrow, I'll need to get to sleep early.” He failed to hide the smirk at the look his boyfriend gave him, knowing he would be up all night making up for his prior laziness.

Ambrosius left the room, and Ballister reached for his water bottle off the bedside table. While drinking, he accidentally aspirated some of the water and choked, reacting too late to dropping the water bottle onto the laptop. The heavy bottle split the keyboard and water spilled into the mechanism, causing it to smoke and short-circuit.

In his frantic attempt to fix it, Ballister winced as the broken metal sliced his fingertips and lightly burned his hand. “No no no no, shit!”

Ambrosius ran into the room and Ballister wanted to sink into the floor with shame. He could feel tears welling into his eyes. Since he was small, he knew the value of things. Breaking toys at the orphanage was punished harshly, as there was hardly any money to go around to buy new ones. When he was even littler, his mom was never cruel to him, but her frustration when he ruined or broke things in the apartment where they already had so little was apparent. He saw what happened to people on the streets when they stole food. Loaves of bread were worth more than starving people, and an expensive laptop was worth far more than Ballister.

“Ambrosius, I broke it, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I choked on my water and dropped it, I– I'm so sorry–!” He broke down and his vision blurred. “I'll replace it somehow, I promise!”

He felt the laptop removed from his lap and soft hands examine his own. “Never mind that!” Ambrosius said, his voice urgent but soft. “Look at your poor hand, are you okay?”

Ballister sniffled. “What?”

“Bal, you’re all cut up! And the sparks got your fingers. Gloreth knows what those tech companies put in here, you got your tetanus shots, right?”

Ballister nodded softly. “I'm so, so, so sorry. I'll replace it. Or– or I'll fix it! I'll build you a new one!”

Ambrosius waved him off, as if it was nothing. “Don't even worry about that right now! Do you think they need stitches? Maybe I should take you to the med hall.”

“No, no, they're fine, I'll rinse them off and put on some bandages. Ambrosius, won't you listen to me? Didn't you see I broke your laptop?” He hiccupped. Ambrosius met his eyes, his own filled with worry. “Bal, honey, I don't care about that. It was an accident. Besides, this was just my gaming laptop, all my Institute documents are backed up, no harm was done except you being hurt.”

“No harm– your laptop is broken! That thing is worth thousands of dollars!”

“I hate to flex my wealth, Bal, but to my family, that laptop isn't expensive. And even if it was, I don't need it. What I need is for my boyfriend who I love more than anything in the world to be safe and happy.” He kissed Ballister on the nose.

Ballister was too stunned to respond, really. He couldn't imagine the privilege of just disregarding an object so expensive, but he got the impression that Ambrosius wouldn't care about the value either way. How could a few cut up fingers, on him, be worth more? He wasn't the Queen, he wasn't worth fussing over.

Ambrosius, as though he read his mind, nuzzled against his temple and stroked his hair. “You're something money could never buy. I liked my laptop, but I love you.”

Ballister eventually ended up making him a new laptop anyway, despite his insistence it wasn't necessary, but every time he looked at the little scars on his middle and ring fingers, he remembered the first day he'd ever felt truly valued.

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #ballister boldheart #nimona 2023 #nimona fanfic #fic request

[victoria1676]

Brain rot/Imagine: Imposter SAGAU BROKEN GOD/CREATOR! READER!

So I know people are not Minecraft fans or never watch Minecraft YouTubers unless some used to watch but not anymore and is it bad like this certain artist who made a Dream SMP au mostly onto Tommy except this is veryyyyyy angsty.

Like heres the videos that I will be talking about for a new(?) Au for sagau

So basically this au called "Ebrunean Tommy Au" which is like a before Dream broke out of prison and what if after he broke out of prison and found Tommy to the point he kept killing Tommy all over again and reviving him many times to kill Tommy.

Because of this Tommy slowly became like a shell of who he was and now has white hair, can't feel pain, can't talk or even make any movements but he can walk and sit down only the way he does them look very robotic. Plus he never speaks and follows Tubbo around.

If you can more info on this au please check out Blublu_by the creator of this au.

Warnings of this post: ANGST, Mention of torture, mention of being killed, and mentions of reader trauma along with them being broken. Also, not every chara is mentioned here since I am lazy to write them all sorry DX

Now imagine this au in the imposter Sagau o reader who finally has now become the shell of your former self after you got revived for the last time from getting executed. You can not talk, laugh or cry but only has a face of blankness that shows how tired you are and look very dead.

Venti tries so hard to redeem himself by playing music to the reader, yet it did not even make the reader budge who just looked at him, making the bard feel like he was judged but also it was a painful reminder that he and the other acolytes did this to you. All he wanted was to hear your laughter and see your smile but alas. It was futile not when Venti sometimes saw a ghost or a presence that is in front of his god yelling and crying at him with the words.

"HOW COULD YOU!"

Or

"DO YOU EXPECT ME TO LIKE YOU OR LOVE YOU!"

He can't hear those words from your mouth but he can feel that those are the words that you wanted to say to him but you can't when you are already broken. Diona was already crying that you can't even drink her finest drinks without someone pushing it gently for you. She was so sad that you could never enjoy her drinks normally with a smile like before thanks to the people who hurt you.

It hurts Venti to the point he wished to turn back time or redo his ways so that he and his nation won't suffer looking at what was once their beloved god but is now a shell of them. He envy his friend Dvalin who was the one who did not attack your with Bennett's friends (Razor and Fischl) and all he could do is watch them drag or be with you with close contact while he and the ones who attack you will never able to touch you when it all bring you to pain.

You screamed and screamed as Venti tried to calm you down as he was about to carry you it made your screaming worsen to the point it sounded like you were getting killed by him again. He felt the Traveler punch him as he could hear Jean getting Barbara while you continued screaming until you calm down slowly once you were in Traveler's arms.

It was then everyone realized whoever laid their hands on you by killing or hurting you. You would suddenly scream as it shows that this is a reminder to those who forsake you will forever hear the screams of their God when they tried to kill them.

So all Venti can do is sing his songs hoping you can enjoy them as he continues to get himself drunk from his sins.

There are times Diluc would wish he cut off his hands for getting them stained by your blood as he watched you just leaning against Rosaria who allowed it while Kaeya tried to make you smile by cracking some jokes but you could see his hands trembling like he wanted to touch you but cannot when he attacked you with his vision if Rosaria did not intercept him.

Both sworn brothers wished they realize things sooner than both of them could have been happy and acting alright with you but it was too late.

Jean tried to give you Dandelion flowers but you turned away and quickly go the Traveler who made you food much to the Acting Grand Master's sadness. Albedo can only seethe in anger when he saw Subject two or rather Rubedo guiding you by holding your hand while the alchemist watches 'his brother' hold your hands.

Chongyun. Xiangling, Hu-tao, and Xingqiu toke you around Liyue as you carried Qiqi in your arms. Yelan guided you to Yanfei and Madame ping but you also held the fluffy coat Yelan stole from a certain harbinger.

Whenever you enter Liyue Zhongli could not help by try to get you gifts like Ningguang but unfortunately, you would not accept those gifts as the Geovisaps smaller or bigger ones would crush them or rip them apart. Xiao had to carry you away from them (Zhongli, Ningguang and others who hurt you in Liyue). Ganyu could not show her face to you when she was the one who shot your leg as Shenhe held your hand like you guys are a family or lovers.

Childe was lucky that Foul Legacy realized who you are or else he could have been one of the people you would be screaming when made contact with you. Normally Childe would be over the moon that he can hold you and hug you but it hurts him to see his God not smiling or talking as he did his best to spoil them or be patient with them.

Kazuha would sometimes play music with his Leaf whistle as you lean on his back while Beidou talks to Traveler if there is any progress of you coming back to your senses. Both Captain of the Alcor and the Inazuma Wanderer were sad when they saw the downcast Traveler telling them that there is no progress toward you going back to normal.

Raiden Shogun-Ei watch her familiar and friend Yae Miko who was letting you read her books or sleep on Kitsune's lap which made Ei look down at the ground in shame along with avoiding looking at your neck that had an angry red line where she was the one who cut off your head.

Ayato comforted his sister Ayaka who could not help but cry as Thoma was the only one you allow to hold you and feed you. When you visited the estate the Kamisato family tried to make you feel welcome but you ignored them for Thoma who quickly prepare food and went to your side to guide you. Sara was tempted to shoot Itto who was legit carrying you like a rag doll but she would not let go of the arrow without hurting you again as the Tengu saw Kuki Shinobu scolded Itto very hard while you looked at the scene in confusion.

Heizou did not mind the stares of the people of Watasumi island since he is used to them although there are times he could not hold back his smirk as he watch Gorou's ears and tail go down when you turned him away and ignored a sad Kokomi who had a gift for you.

Dainsleif shook his head before muttering "fools" at the dejected and sad acolytes who had made you broken. They went from being excited about killing an imposter only to realize the mistake once their blood finally became gold after it kept flashing from red to finally gold. The former ex-captain of Kheanriah cannot help but scowl at the sheer 180 change of what these people had done to you.

If they weren't so blind then Dainsleif could have heard your voice or seen your smile again but now it was gone thanks to those acolytes of yours. All he can do is do his duty as a guard to watch and be by your side whenever Traveler tends to lost sight of you due to you wandering to different places.

Abyss twin made sure to tell all Abyss mages to keep an eye on you as well as they are ordered to hurt anyone who has hurt you. They did not wish for you broken to be broken even more when you have not yet reached the 'The truth of this world' with their twin. How dare these people of the gods to hurt you! At least they know have more reason to not only Destroy Celestia but also destroy everyone in Teyvat who had hurt you.

You may have been broken, damaged and already been killed multiply times to the point you can't remember, think, speak or make any movements other then to walk, sit or follow.

Maybe one day you'll be back to normal.

#genshin impact self aware #genshin self aware #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin self aware au #self aware au #sagau impostor au #sagau brainrot #sagau imagine #imposter au #genshin angst #sagau angst #genshin impact x reader angst #kokomi #kujou sara #yae miko #Kaeya angst #Diluc #Dainsleif #Xiao #Zhongli #Venti #Heizou #Childe #Kazuha #Ganyu #ningguang

[dnvrsmedia]

how about smut with dom nat and virgin fem reader where they were dating for a while and r wants to have sex and notices nat is kinda sexually frustrated but she’s scared to disappoint nat because nat has a lot of experience but nat reassures and praises her saying stuff like “the tastiest pussy i’ve ever had”, “ you’re so wet and tight” and basically just makes r feel really good about herself with oral and strap use please ;)

Last First Time

Natasha Romanoff x reader smut (18+)

not proof read ofc (too lazy for that soz)

I need Nat so bad omfg buuut this was so fun to write! Tysm nonnie <3

SMUT UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI

Your hands begin to tremble as her soft pillowy lips migrate from your neck. Nat knows that you’re less experienced in this area and reassured you that she didn’t mind. Normally, your make out sessions end abruptly with Natasha pulling away. The both of you panting and itching for more. Up until this moment, you were too shy to admit that you finally wanted her to have you. You need her to take all of you.

You feel Nat pull away in respect for you, yet the last thing you want her to do is respect you right now. Her face is flushed and her chest is rising and falling with each sexually frustrated huff. You notice that her thighs are pressing together and almost let out a moan.

You throw your pride aside and pounce on her. She lets out the cutest squeak of surprise before she starts groping every inch of your body. Her strong, calloused hands feel like heaven against your flush body. You arch your back into her as your need for her grows. You buck your hips into her’s,seeking something more. Natasha let’s out an animalistic groan. Her hands grab your ass and flips you over onto your back. She pins your arms above your head and releases your lips from her own. You let out a whine and chase after her with a pout. This causes her to smirk and bite her lip.

“Such a fucking minx, princess.” She groans as she rolls her hips on your thigh once more. You can feel the delicious heat radiating from between her legs. This causes you to let out a very loud whine unintentionally. Your eyes go wide and your face heats up. You have never felt this horny in your life. Natasha’s smirk widens as she takes both of your hands in one; using her free hand to caress your bottom lip with her thumb. To her surprise, your mouth opens up as you start lapping your wet tongue around her digit.What? You’ve seen those videos before. You’re not a saint, you’re just a virgin.

Natasha’s mouth falls open as her breathing becomes heavy. Her eyes seemingly become dark and her hand twitches. Sadly, Nat snaps out of it and removes herself from you in a panic.

“Fuck, Y/N I-i’m so sorry. I took that way too far-“ You roll your eyes and try yo figure out the best way to let her know you want this.

“Nat-“

“I really didn’t mean to lose control like tha-“

“Natasha!” You start getting more frustrated. You can feel how sticky she has made your underwear. You can feel your cunt pulsating, begging for her and only her. If only she would shut up.

“I understand if you want to-“

“Can you just fuck me already!” You yell in frustration. Nat’s mouth is left wide open. You would laugh if your weren’t so sexually frustrated though.

“I’m sorry, what?“ Her eyes still wide, wondering if she heard you right.

You stand up to meet her at the edge of your shared bed. You take her hands into yours and kiss her knuckles.

“Baby, you have no idea how ready I am for you. I have thought this over so many times and I know that you’re the right person. It also helps that you’re so fucking hot,” She rolls her eyes.

“You think i’m kidding?” You take one of her hands and trail them down your abdomen. You slip her fingers under your underwear and make her feel how wet you are. You both let out a breathy moan at the feeling of her fingers on your heat.

Nat’s eyes grow dark once more. She throws you back onto the bed and gets to work. She marks every inch of your neck, torso, thighs, and legs. In swift motions she’s ripping off your clothes, making sure you’re okay with what she’s doing every step of the way. Your hands begin to tremble as she grows closer to where you need her. She notices this and moves to be face to face with you.

“Honey, look at me.” She says calmly. At this point you can’t even make eye contact with her. She coaxes you by using her secret weapon, tickling. She tickles you until you’re laughing with your eyes on her.

“There’s my pretty girl.” She chuckles as you grow shy once more.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want it, you know that, detka.” She says on a serious yet sweet tone. You nod your head with a smile.

“Then what’s going on in that mind of yours? Hmm?” She caresses your cheek and kisses your forehead lightly.

You slightly sigh, “What if i’m not good enough?” you mumble but to your luck, your girlfriend is a trained spy with amazing hearing.

“Hey, none of that, baby. You’ll be amazing because you’re my girl. I am so obsessed with you. Plus it helps that you’re so fucking hot.” She laughs repeating what was said to her earlier on. You playfully slap her with a giggle.

“Now, can I get back to what we were doing before?” She moves her mouth to your ear, “Because I would really like to taste you.” Before biting your lobe. You let out a whine as you nod your head frantically.

“Tsk tsk angel. You’ll lean soon enough, but I need you to use your words for me.” You whimper louder as your hips try to join hers. Her thighs of steel press down on you so you don’t move an inch.

“Mhm, yes please.” Nat releases your hands and trails down to lay in front of your core once more.

“And you’re well mannered? What a good girl.” She groans as she uses her pointer and middle finger to spread open your sloppy cunt. She takes her fingers to her mouth and releases with a pop.

“Fuck, honey. You taste better then I ever could’ve imagined.” Your words get caught in a loud moan as Natasha dives right in.

You have never felt this good in your life. Sure you’ve imagined this moment while Nat was gone on missions in the dark hours of the night, yet nothing you’ve ever done could top the way she’s devouring you right now. Your legs shake with every lick, slurp, and prod of her tongue on your clit. All you can do is lay back and let her hear what she does to you. You thought that nothing could possibly top her mouth. That is until she snakes a finger into your tight and needy cunt. Nat groans at the visual of you. Breasts pointing up as your back arches off the bed. Your hands clutching the bed for support as your mouth draws slack. Your cunt just sucking her finger in.

“Such a good girl for me , Y/n. God you have such the perfect pussy and it’s all for me.” Nat groans again as she fits a second finger into you. Your face screws up as she reaches that spongy spot inside you. You hips are bucking wild as your mind can’t decide if you want to go closer for further from her fingers.

“This cunt was made for me. Feel how my fingers fit so perfect, bunny?” Her mouth attaches back onto your clit and you start to see stars. Nat grabs your jaw and forces you to look her in the eyes.

“That’s it darling, fucking come for me.” This sends you over as you cum all over her fingers and palm. Natasha coaxes you down from your high with gentle praises and words of encouragement. You giggle as you finally come back to her. Nat kisses you nice and slow to show her appreciation.

“See, you’ve got the tastiest pussy i’ve ever had.”

#dnvrsmedia #mcu #mcu natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel fic #mcu fic #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader smut #natasha filth #natasha romanoff x reader filth #wlw #wlw fic #original fanfiction #marvel smut #mcu smut

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗀𝗒𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂��𝗇. (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗐𝗉, 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 (𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾), 𝗉𝗏 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾. }

   You were frustrated as you woke up, not finding your boyfriend by your side like normal

   You groan rolling your eyes, trudging up to the bathroom ready to start the day

——

   You cleaned down the apartment then got started on breakfast for yourself and your boyfriend. Going into his game room to hand him breakfast.

   "Who the fuck threw that banana peel man!? Douma I'm gonna kick your as— hey darling." You placed the food down and sat on his bed

   "Gyu baby when are you going get off that game and play with me?? Been on it for-ev-er." You exaggerated. He glanced at you before focusing back on the game

   "Sorry darl— fuck man I lost how pathetic. Thanks for the food I'll be done in a bit." You hopped up with a scoff, closing the door as you headed to the living room

   You cut on the TV losing your self in the box of pixelated images.

——

   Forcing yourself out of the daze the TV put on you, you realized it was four hours from when you left your boyfriend in his gaming room

    Stomping to the room, you were gonna put your foot down this time. "C'mon man, Douma why you always gotta mess with me?! Akaza help me man, Kushibou stop running in circles, get Douma off of me!!"

   You set to speak up before he yelled to his friends. "Kokushibou man why are you playing if you don't know how?! What the fuck are you doing man? Great now I'm falling, Douma when I see you it's on sight bruh."

   "Hey baby whatcha doing?" He huffed dramatically slouching into his chair as you plopped down on his lap. "Not doing anything just playin Gang Beast™️"

   You hummed treading your fingers through his hair, green tips feeling the split ends, as he sighed. "Bouta go back to Mario Kart™️." You pouted as he set it up.

   "I wanted to spend some time with you Gyu." He looked at you reluctantly before soothingly rubbing your hip with one hand. "Sorry darling the guys wanted to be on the game today."

   Putting your face in the crook of his neck that was a little ashy, but you didn't mind when you smugly retorted. "You do anything for them niggas, tch what else you be doing?"

   He leaned back to get a good look at you making sure you were lookin in his face before he spoke. "Man (y/n) don't try me like that." You scoffed. "I don't know you and Douma seem kinda too friendly to me."

   Putting down the controller he nudged your shoulder a little too hard. "Man, 'm not gay man." You shrugged. "I mean if it feels natural and that's what you into then~" He sucked his teeth.

   "Cmon man." You slid off of his lap. "Guess you really wanna play with them." You plopped down, lying on his bed your arms behind your head and a shit eating grin on your face

   Not paying mind to the noise as your eyes were shut before feeling heat on your neck and above your face. You opened your eyes processing the situation.

   Gyutaro's hand wrapped around your throat, his lazy lidded eyes watching yours ever so often trailing down to your plump two tone lips that held a shine

   "This whatchu wanted hmm~ some attention??" He cooed. You shakily nodded as his lips brushed over yours making you reach for him causing him to smirk

   "Yeah darling? Then let's play a game; how bout I fuck you, but ...if you lose the video game I'll stop completely hmm~? 'S a good deal?" You hum getting lost in his voice

   "Good." Setting the controller in your hands he maneuvered your body the way he wanted, you currently sat in between Gyutaro's legs as he lifted your tank top above your head, throwing it across the room

   Letting out a soft sigh as the crisp air hit your nipples making them stiff. "You look so pretty, so so soo pretty darlin." He whispered into your neck

   You leaned your head back into his shoulder hearing him tsk. "Ohhhh no pretty girl, you gotta play the game." You noticed that he moved the gaming chair from in front of the TV

   He shimmied you out of your panties. "Focus now darling the game's starting." You adjusted your placement making sure your could see the screen

   As the countdown appeared it was smooth sailing, Gyutaro only caressed the inside of your thighs, softly breathing against your neck

   Until you rode over a turtle shell knocking you to fourth place. "Cmon now, if you get to second place this round— I'll touch you more." Gyutaro rasped

   "It ain't fair cause you ke—" He nipped your ear laughing as you jumped in shock. Safe to say you got 3rd place. "Aww too bad darling but I'll give you a lil something anyway."

   You sighed as his hand went to your folds gently spreading your heat up to your clit, stimulating your nerves even more than the light touches he contributed earlier

   "Get in my favorite position, pretty thing." You got on your knees and elbows, the controller resting in your hand as you nearly dropped it, almost forgetting from his touches

   "That's it, pretty." His large hands grabbed the globes of your ass spreading them apart, he licked from your clit to your hole sloppily eating, then a quick run of his tongue over your asshole before biting a piece of your asscheek

   Moaning you wiggled your bottom causing your ass cheeks to ripple. "Damn that's my girl. The next round is bout to start so pay attention." You whined in compliance

   Trying to keep your focus on the screen was a hard enough task already and with Gyutaro feeling up on your most sensitive parts made it even difficult

   "Fuck~ Gyu baby." The countdown began loudly, knocking you out of your trance. You shiver as the pad of his finger circles your tender clit

   Your character received a prize box that allowed you to speed up placing you in first. "Good girl." He purred dick entering your hole thrusting his hips to meet yours

   You gasped dropping the controller. "Shit pretty girl pick up the controller win this round for me." You hurry to pick up the controller prompting your back to a deeper arch

   A position that Gyutaro took for granted, repeatedly slamming his hips into you, reaching that spot inside that made you dizzy and blurry eyed.

   "Fuucck Gyu~ I ca— fuuhh I can't." You set the controller down making Gyutaro snatch the device pressing buttons as his pace never faded

   "'M sorry baby just feel so good, 's so good." You mewled as your boyfriend growled behind you. "Fuck yea baby~ that pretty pussy's holding me tight Ugghh yea."

   Your pussy clenched more on his dick as you felt him throbbing inside you. Turning your head to get a look at your man he bit his lip, his eyes on the game rolling back every time you squeezed

   Hand trailing down, you desperately rub your clit as you steadily threw your ass back against him. You hear a thump behind you as two gigantic hands are placed on either side of your hips

   Pressing your arched waist into the bed as he pounded into you. "Fuck fuck fuck Fuucck Gyu~" You choked pinned to his rough thrusts, holding onto the bed so you don't fall over

   "Damn pretty girl the way you're gripping me is unbearable 'm bout to cum." He leaned over your shoulder sloppily kissing you, his tongue swirling yours, drool escaping your mouth that he didn't hesitant to lick up

   Your legs shook as you felt the pressure build up in your abdomen, Gyutaro landed a firm smack to your ass he bit into your shoulder, causing your coil to snap

   "Ooh fuck you're cumming ain't you. feel you finna break my dick f-fuck!" He whimpered your slickness going down your legs, a ring of cream formed around his shaft

   Gyutaro's thrust became erratic, him working to get his nut as your legs wobbled, ready to give out. Your cream dripped down his balls as he stills inside of you

   Feeling full as Gyu's thick cum filled you up, making you cried in overstimulation while Gyu roughly breathed into your ear.

"Gyuuu~ slow down 's too much." He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms against your waist burying his head in your back

   "I can't pretty just wait." He unraveled himself little by little pulling out, bit by bit an overflowing amount of cum leaving your hole as it spasmed around nothing

   You whine hearing him groan. "Shit darling you look soo good." Falling down onto the mattress your knuckles cramped from holding on too tight, you barely gained the energy to look up but you did

   Giggling softly as you comment. "Congrats on first place baby." He gave a hearty laugh, leaning to kiss your slightly sweaty forehead as he fixed your posture laying next to you

   "Thanks darling~"

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black yn #black writers #x black reader #black reader #black fem reader #demon slayer smut #gyuutarou #gyutaro x black!reader

[tickly-trashcan]

Cheat Codes {Kai, Jay, Cole and Zane}

A/N: IM LAUGHING THEY LOOK SO DUMB IN THE PIC anyways i wrote half of this on the plane and that is my excuse for how bad this one is fjksfjdnjkfsd i started writing this then ditched it to draw this art but then i came back to it and finished it LOL sorry it's really not the best quality and i did not proofread uhhh. bon apetit! (ps I've been really lazy with the pics lately i promise i will try and put more effort in later i just dont have the energy to actually make them rn lol)

Summary: Kai, Jay, and Cole are playing video games before dinner, but Kai is celebrating his victory a little too early.

Word Count: 1.1k (under the cut)

“Gah! Nonono, I’m on my last life! Urgh, Kai, leave me alone!! Go after Cole!”

“Don’t throw me under the bus!”

Kai laughed as Jay and Cole panicked on either side of him while the three of them played video games. They were playing a versus battle, and Kai was currently beating them with ease. Jay screeched when Kai threw an item at him, which he managed to dodge as he shoved Kai with his shoulder.

“There’s no way you’re playing fair! I swear Cole knocked you off the map a while ago!”

Kai shrugged. “I picked up an extra life.”

“They have those?!” Cole exclaimed, making Kai snort.

Zane walked by the game room, peeking in. He had been working on dinner, but left Lloyd to stir the pot while he grabbed a few things. He stopped for a moment to examine the current state of the game. “What’s all the commotion?”

“Kai’s cheating!!” Jay and Cole shouted in unison.

“Am not! I’m just better at this game than you guys are!”

Zane raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room and looking at the screen. “He still has all his lives, but both of you are down to one. Seems like a predicament.”

“Wow, thanks for that info, Zane! It’s not like I’m already – NO! Cole, back me up!”

Zane hummed, stepping out into the hall to glance into the kitchen. Lloyd was still standing on the stool, stirring the pot. He pulled the spoon out of the pot and gave it a little taste, quickly pulling it away as he fanned his tongue. Zane chuckled.

Before going back to the kitchen, he wanted to even the score a little bit. Kai was already gloating about how he was going to win when Zane crept up and knelt behind him. 

Kai continued to gloat as Zane slowly reached his hands out, being rather sneaky before finally squeezing Kai’s hips.

Kai shrieked, falling back into Zane’s lap in surprise as he immediately broke into giggles. The game was suddenly put on hold as Jay and Cole turned their heads slightly to witness the scene.

“Zahahahahane!! What the heheheheck? Leave me alohohohone!” Kai laughed, squirming as he used one hand to swat at Zane, still trying to play the game as he held his controller in his other hand.

“I’m helping even out the score. If you’re cheating, it’s hardly fair if you win,” Zane said simply, giving Cole and Jay a quick wink. They were quick to take the hint, resuming the game.

“It’s nohohohot fair if you’re tihihickling mehehehe! Gah—! I wahahahas winning!”

Zane rolled his eyes, chuckling slightly as Kai squealed. Zane moved his hands upwards, digging under Kai’s arms as he hollered, dropping his controller in an attempt to protect himself.

“Guhuhuhuys!! Hehehehelp me, plehehehease!”

Cole’s eyes darted to Kai for a moment before going back to the screen. Jay didn’t even bother sparing Kai a glance, all his focus being put on the game. Kai squirmed as Zane continued to tickle him, not giving him a break as Jay and Cole knocked Kai’s character around in the game.

After a few moments, the game was won. Cole had let Jay finish his character off after they both knocked out Kai, and the final results were displayed. Kai was dead last, and only after Jay and Cole started cheering did Zane cease his tickles.

“That was so mean, Zane! I was totally gonna beat them!”

Zane only shrugged, patting Kai’s back before getting up. “Maybe you’ll win the next one. You guys probably have time for another round anyway, dinner won’t be ready for a little bit.”

Zane left and Kai grumbled in annoyance, picking up his controller to start a new game. Jay exchanged a quick glance with Cole, who smirked.

“What did we bet on this game, Cole?” Jay asked, surprising Kai.

“What…? We didn’t bet anything! And I’m not doing chores for a week!!” Kai quickly protested, not even waiting for Cole’s response.

“We didn’t bet chores, Kai. Don’t you remember?” Cole snickered, setting his controller down. Kai raised an eyebrow.

“Was it babysitting duty with Lloyd? I did that yesterday!”

Jay put a hand on Kai’s shoulder, a wide grin on his face when Kai looked at him. “It wasn’t that either. The bet was that whoever loses gets tickled!”

��Tickled until dinner,” Cole added, making Jay snort.

Kai didn’t even wait for Cole’s addition, he was already trying to run. Cole grabbed his ankle and Jay grabbed him around the waist. “No way!! I didn’t agree to this!”

“Well, maybe you didn’t. But we just did! And you lost, so…” Jay taunted.

Kai tried to wriggle away, but Jay managed to pin him down in his lap while Cole held his ankles. Kai laughed nervously, trying to plead with Jay and Cole.

“Guys, wait! Zane was just tickling me, this isn’t fair! It’s not my fault I’m better at that game!!”

Cole put Kai’s feet into an armlock as Kai tried to kick him off, shrieking when Jay dig into his ribs. “Nohohohoho!! You guys, plehehehehease!!”

Kai threw his head back with a cackle when Cole started to scribble all over his soles. Kai tried to kick his feet around, flopping in Jay’s lap as the two of them laughed with Kai.

Jay pinched at Kai’s hips, making him squeal and arch his back. He squirmed frantically on Jay’s lap, nearly falling off several times. Jay would pinch his left or right hip more if Kai was leaning the opposite way, making him jump right back into Jay’s lap.

“You guhuhuhuys suck!! I didn’t eheheheven do anything!” Kai whined, gasping when Cole began to squeeze his knees a bit as well. “Not theheHEHEHERE!!”

“Not here?” Cole chuckled, tugging Kai’s ankles a bit to scribble under Kai’s knees. He screeched and whined, tugging on his legs as Cole laughed. “He’s really ticklish here, Jay!”

“I’m— I cahahahan’t!! I’m gohohonna die!”

Jay chuckled. “Pfft, you’re fine. Stop being dramatic.”

Jay clawed at his tummy while Cole went back to tickling his feet. Kai wailed, trying to push Jay away and kick Cole off. He squealed and cackled, pleading uselessly.

“Dinner!” Zane called, but he could hardly be heard over Kai’s screeching laughter. Jay and Cole didn’t stop, even as Kai tried to point out that it was time for dinner.

“ZAHAHahane! Hehehelp meee!!” Kai yelled. Zane did eventually walk in, chuckling at the sight as Kai got tickled to bits.

“Guys, dinner. You can tickle him more later,” Zane said. Cole and Jay finally stopped, giving Kai a chance to collect himself as he curled up, still giggling.

“You guhuys are not tickling mehehe later!!”

Cole helped Kai up, poking him once to make him jump.

They sat down for dinner, Jay and Cole talking about how they had wiped the floor with Kai in the video game earlier. Kai was silent, grumbling as Lloyd laughed at Jay and Cole’s descriptions. Next time they played that game, Kai would likely be more humble.

#kai #jay #cole #zane #tickle fic #ninjago #lego ninjago

[dead-lesbians]

TELL US ZOMBIES

OKAY OKAY SORRY THIS IS GONNA BE RAMBELY.

Gordon doesn’t work at black mesa, instead he’s a single dad raising Joshua, he had plans of going to work at Black Mesa , and even interviewed, but things fell through when something happened to his partner (too lazy to think of what happened to them, it’s not to relevant anyway)

Prior to the outbreak, Gordon is friends with Dr Coomer, who had originally been the one to help him get the interview at black mesa. Coomer baby sits Joshua in his free time, and Joshua sees him as a grandpa.

He’s kinda aware of bubby, never met the guy but dr Coomer brings him up occasionally when they talk. Also he knows Forzen, but like has only seen them a few times and has never talked to them before. (Forzen in this au is Dr Coomers son, he was in the military but got discharged due to an injury and now just stays at home playing video games and watching YouTube. Due to being discharged he isolated himself a lot and doesn’t talk much to anyone. Though he does enjoy helping Coomer babysit Joshua, he’s good with kids)

The virus initially started because of a black messa scientist being exposed to some alien shit, going home and then waking up as a zombie lol.

The zombie virus also has different effects on different people. Some are immune, for some people the zombie shit happens rapidly within an hour at the shortest, but for others it can be a very slow transition. The virus symptoms start with just mild agitation, slight differences in personality, your body temperature either rising significantly or dropping significantly and your eyes looking red. This is the only point where curing or stopping the transition into a zombie is possible (usually by cutting off where a bite is), ppl who manage to get bitten but don’t turn however maintain these symptoms along with dissociation. after that administering a cure or cutting off the site of infection can result in a multitude of ways, either just slows down the infection, kills the person, or puts them into a coma. (If the person turns but has been administered a cure, or is already a zombie and is administered a cure, it stops them from spreading the virus)

Slowly , infected individuals aggression gets worse, their senses are heightened, their eyes also grow more bloodshot and they need more food to feel satisfied. Eventually, and the final stage before you’ve been full turned into a zombie, is violent outbursts of aggression. The infected will be out of control and not remember what happened, however these episodes only last a few minutes. And the. Finally you completely turn. After that the infecteda body slowly starts decaying (speed of decay depends on all the usual factors for what speed up or slows down human decay) until it can’t function anymore and finally the body will die.

Anyway, if I where to ever make a story or comic or whatever for this, it would start with Gordon trying to stop a few zombies trying to get through a door, Joshua hiding underneath his bed at his dad request.

Dr Coomer and Forzen come and save them, and tell them they have a safe place and think they know how to make a cure and stop the spread of the zombie outbreak.

Gordon and Joshua are taken to this safe place (not decided where this is yet) and meet Tommy, Benrey, Bubby and Darnold (and Sunkist, obviously)

Darnold explains that he knows theoretically how to make a cure, but would need to be in his lab to actually be able to do anything. So science team and co set out to get back into black mesa during an apocalypse!’

I have like so much more to this but, that’s a the basic gist of the au.

Benrey probably has been bitten and is slowly turning but doesn’t tell anyone. Gordon gets bitten and has to have his arm cut off.

Dr Coomer gets bitten and there is a massive hoard of zombies coming and is like ‘please go, don’t wait for me’ and bubby, is having NONE of it. And is like ‘we go down together, fighting’ and sends the rest off fighting the horde. It’s sad and gay.

#hlvrai #long post #hlvrai au #zombie mention #zombies #ask

[forestshadow-wolf]

Alex keller idea, maybe alex/farah implied(situationally(?)) Or alex/gaz/farah implied (situationally(?)) If you want. They're there but nothing really happens between them, this is all just me hurting alex (...sorry :[)

ANYWAYS! You know alex's missing leg? *throws alex (pre amputation), farah, and gaz into a jar along with a vaguely Saw-horror-esq situation au* *shakes the jar*

Cw: uh... gore(?), I'm stealing alex's leg, amputation via (literal) crushing injury, i threw canon out the window and watched it fall to it's death

I almost feel bad for this, I accidentally wrote this instead of doing actual work, I'm beginning to put things under the cut bc it makes it easier for me to find things on my blog 😁👍, use of cubic measurements when it should probably be metric, also I keep saying "weight" just know that I mean just a giant metal square that weighs like 1k lbs or something idk

well... things were not looking good. he can't wait to get drunk enough to make regrettable decisions if when they get out of this.

Gaz had offered to help Farah and Alex investigate a big crime lord in the area. normally this wouldn't be a them problem, they'd leave this kind of work to the local police, but not this time. Interpol says that after they started getting the videos they had to start calling in higher and higher level authorities.

after meeting with Interpol they learn that they'd been getting public videos for a while, at least a few weeks before they were contacted.

they got right to work as soon as they could.

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they'd already been through a number of crazy traps, only surviving by the skin of their teeth, but this one was somehow both the worst and they best that they'd been put through so far.

the giant weight above each them begins sliding down the walls above them, making a horrifyingly bad screeching-scraping sounds. it'll only get faster and faster the further it falls as the walls open up, until it's in complete freefall. they start running for the marked safe zone as fast as they can.

they had been working on a lead for this guy for almost a week. had traced him back to an old warehouse district by the waterfront. well, they thought they had. it turns out that they were just being led on, to be trapped in his sadistic game. they had split up to cover more ground when they'd gotten trapped.

Gaz makes it out first, he watches on the screen as Farah makes it out of her own falling death trap, and breathes out a sigh of relief. the screen enlarges onto Alex's feed with anticipation. the world watches as they see alex's foot get caught on an imperfection in the floor. they see him go down, just before the safe zone, they watch as the weight falls faster and faster. they watch as Alex frantically scrambles back, fear in his eyes.

there's a silent sigh of relief as alex makes it to the safe zone, and not a moment too soon as the weight SLAMS down into place.

and then an indescribable guttural sound of absolute shock and agony RIPS through the still air, tearing the silence to shreds. it's horrifying, just the sound of terror and agony personified. the feed on the monitor goes black with a spray of blood.

Gaz's stomach drops... as does his body when the floor literally disappears from under his feet. his body slams onto the concrete ground. he looks up and 20 feet away alex is laying prone on the ground; panicking; and Farah, 20 feet away on his opposite side. 60 feet away there's an open door at the end of the seemingly empty room.

"ALEX!" they scream at the same time, and scramble to get to the man.

his leg is a mangled, bloody mess up to the knee. his foot is... no more... presumably nothing more than a bloody, pulpy liquid underneath the weight. the rest of his leg is bleeding profusely and just looks... wrong. it was twisted and bent at odd angles, and looked nauseatingly... deflated, if that's the right word.

~~~ time skip because im lazy ~~~

x-rays show that aside from the obvious foot... lacking situation, that his tibia and fibula are completely and utterly unsavable. closest to his knee the bones are spiderwebbing with fractures, and furthest from it might be closer described as liquified. his kneecap is dislocated (not that it really has a place anymore), and the cartilage; due to the pressure; shot from his flesh; he's need replacement surgery for that. even his femur has signs of stress fractures from the impact. the kneecap would be reset after they did surgery to remove what was left of the tibia and fibula.

setting up and getting the surgeries took months, the recovery; even longer, physical therapy; nearly 2 years, and another year until he could join combat once again, and even that was at a reduced rate for at least 4 years.

#el rambles #alex cod #alex keller #alex's missing limb #farah cod #farah karim #gaz cod #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #if you're delulu enough look close enough >>> #farlex(?) #alexfarah #farahalex #alexgaz #gazalex #farahgaz #gazfarah #gazalezfarah #farahgazalex

[mrsmiagreer]

Alright. Little big rant because i’ve nowhere else to turn :)

Edit: Omgggg this is lengthy asf😭 sorry for those who are actually reading…i don’t think I realized I would be talking n writing for this long and i literally won’t br offended if nobody reads this all the way down. Mb😭

so… some of you may know, I am very easily hyper fixated on things. Right now my top two hyper fixations are redacted ASMR (as you know), and the Sturniolo triplets (as you also recently know.)

I was watching the cut the camera podcast on YouTube and I went all the way back to their very first episodes of it because I want to watch from the beginning and catch up. I was watching episode three where they brought on their first guest speaker, Baylen Levine, and it was pretty inspiring to me because they talked about doing a lot of the stuff that I aspired to do as a kid.

For example, they talked about how they have always known that they wanted to be influencers from when they were small, and they’ve recorded a large portion of their lives, and they’ve made sure to document just being themselves, and they realized (from vine or jake and logan paul or people in that genre) that they could make a fortune of it. They talked about how they would post on YouTube or post on TikTok and after they started getting lots of likes and views they committed themselves to it and that’s how they are where they are today.

I have always wanted to be an influencer. As a kid, I have made multiple YouTube channels and Musical.ly and Tiktok accounts with videos of me just talking or singing, or dancing, and in 2020 during quarantine I was literally posting TikToks every single day, hoping that I would blow up like Charli or Addison. Those days I was obsessed with the New Jersey boys (Kairi Cosentino, Mattia Polibio, Alejandro, Rosario, etc.) who are also famous on TikTok, and I wanted to be famous too, so I can meet them and even come close to being in their league. 

I wanted to be famous… Well, I didn’t want some of the stuff that came along with being actually famous, but I did want to be impactful enough to be considered famous so like Internet famous, not actor famous or singer famous (even though lots of people told me that I should be a singer because I can sing). I think I just have anxiety around the fact that I’ll always be watched and judged, and I’d have to watch what I say or filter what I do from the Internet and separate my life from my business. especially as a teenager, being famous seemed really difficult. and I was also really lazy so I didn’t wanna have to do the work of uploading every day, recording every day, editing, coming up with my own ideas every week, etc..

 watching their podcast videos also confirmed my fear of not blowing up as easy because I was alone. I have a little sister but she’s six years younger than me, and so the content and the way I wanted to portray myself wouldn’t have been as suitable because of our circumstances as a family and our age gap. The triplets were talking about how they’ve never had to really feel alone while coming up in this social media business because they’ve always had each other, so not only are they brothers, but they’re also best friends and business partners. Baylen was talking about how he started his channel with his friends because they were doing funny stupid stuff normally in their everyday lives and one day they just decided to film it and it blew up. especially in the social media industry, it seems to be “the more the better” because it gives people the option to pick a favorite of the group or want to know more about somebody in particular or just explore the different personalities and how they complement each other and all that stuff (The NJ boys, The Sturniolos, Team 10, the Hype House, etc). I never had anybody to record these videos with me consistently or anything like that, and I think I figured that I would just get boring and that I’m probably not really enough on my own. 

watching their podcasts and watching their YouTube videos always makes me feel like I want to return to content making, but I always wave it off. For starters, I kind of feel too old to start. Not that I’m old or anything but I wanted to start when I was like 11 and really had a chance at like 15 so now I feel like I would be starting in the game too late which is deterring me. I think I also only want to start up my content creating dreams because I really want to meet and be friends with these people that I’ve looked up to and the only way I can do that is by also being famous which sucks because it’s a very low chance that I’ll ever be their friend as some normal person who is technically considered a fan. in the episode with Baylen, they were talking about how now that they’ve met Baylen and they’ve met the cuff boys, They’re only waiting on a few other people to meet before it’s a full circle moment, and they’re content with the progress they’ve made in their career, and the people I want to meet if I were to ever have this platform are the triplets, the New Jersey boys, Berleezy, Coryxkenshin, and probably even Erik because redacted ASMR has literally changed my life so much. it’s opened my mind to how many possibilities there really are when making your own stories because of how many different rules and lands and governments and races there are within Dahlia, and how complex a character themselves could be because they are in fact people before any of their abilities, and it’s given me ideas and inspired me to be a better writer or to be more creative because Erik is literally one of the most creative people I have ever seen in action and i adore his work. 

I am one of those people that do have a lot of opinions to say. I have a lot of random thoughts and a lot of ideas that I want to bring to life. When I watch the boys’ car videos, I find myself wanting to add to their conversation, or say something that I feel applies to their situation that could help or that would make them laugh or that I just relate to in general. it makes me almost kind of sad that I would have to put in the work and the grind that could possibly take years, just to become Internet famous, just to join a conversation of theirs, with no guarantee that we’ll even become friends or stay in contact like I’d hope we would.

Also, I’m trying to decide what I want to do in life as a career and YouTube sounds very fun and def brings in a lot of cash but I just don’t know if I can. I just don’t feel like I’m in the right position to do that.

right now I’m thinking about doing something towards psychology, social work, child development, or child therapy, because being in high school made me realize that there are tons of kids that need help badly and there’s not enough child therapists around (or nobody takes school counselors seriously) and so I want to help change that, and I can’t do YouTube and go to school for being a child therapist because that’s

An overload of work and

Two different pathways that I don’t really want to mix.

I feel like there’s a lot of familial pressure around going to college too, especially because I would technically be a first generation student. I feel like my goal with child therapy is very honorable and something that the world definitely needs but I feel like I would genuinely enjoy my life more if I could make money from Vlogging and having fun and going through my life with a camera. and I know that life‘s not all about fun, but it would just make a lot of my internal dreams come to fruition. Like on episode two of cut the camera (I believe) Chris was talking about how being famous allowed him to start the clothing line that he’s always wanted to start, and I’ve always always always wanted to start a clothing line as a kid too. I even have a hoodie with my name on it in my closet right now because I started a clothing line journey and wasn’t consistent. not only would a youtube career allow me to express myself through clothing or conversation, but it would also expand my understanding of technology, business, social interactions, travel, and you never know who you’ll meet or what you’ll end up doing if you don’t start.

people in my life keep telling me that college is the best thing that they’ve ever experienced and that there’s no experience like college, and I completely trust them and understand that it is probably a great experience because it’s basically big high school, but with more legal freedom. I also have no doubt in my mind that I’ll make a lot of connections and meet a lot of great people and learn a lot of things from college because you meet people from everywhere in college, however, being in college would definitely get in the way of me doing YouTube I feel.

and it’s not even that I really even want to do YouTube anymore (Or at least as much as i used to want to), I just want to be big enough to be able to meet these people without looking like some random fan girl… am I delusional? Is this too much? Could I just like their content like a normal human being? 

#mia makes a statement #rant post