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mayiwritesomething · 2 months

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Love is An Unfamiliar Name (Pt. 1)

You’re a sucessful and methodic award winner music composer and producer, that after working on a few movies got invited to coordinate the sound department on a TV series, by your busy and controlled schedule, it will be just another project on your portifolio… but life sometimes has a funny way to surprise you.

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A/N: guys just be nice to me since this is my first fic haha, that i decided to write just for fun. I apologize if there is any mistakes since english is not my first language. In this first chapter i tried to give a little bit of our main caracter background (she may seem a little stupid at first, but she’s got a big heart and is just scared of showing too much affection). And since this is a real person celebrity fic i tried just to write a fun story. Hope you like it :)

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Dinner

"Goodbye, boss! Could you please brief me on how the meeting will unfold?" Jennifer says with a smile.

"Stop calling me that! Jesus!" you respond with a less than welcoming expression, that might scare those unaware of your kind nature.

Jennifer continues to laugh, saying, "Oh, come on! I'm just getting into the spirit. I've already gathered the entire team for the project and sent you the email with the details. I heard this guy Craig is as methodical as you."

She takes another sip of a drink, the contents of which are unclear due to the image quality, but you assume it's some kind of energy-boosting juice. "I also discovered he's a fan of your work, so you're all set! The brainstorming session you organized for the plot is fantastic", she adds, concluding with a laugh, "Bye, good luck, bossy!".

“Bye Jenny!”

Jennifer, has been your assistant of nearly a decade and a friend for much longer, understood your aversion to titles. Despite this, for the next ten months at least, you were going to assume the role of a boss. Coordinating an entire sound team was no easy feat; having experience on both sides, you were well aware of the challenges ahead. However, in this case, you were not just a regular composer working on a typical project. You were a fan adapting one of your favorite games for the big screen, something that filled you with anxiety.

As Jenny had predicted, the meeting was a success. Time seemed to fly by as you delved into your passion for music and its transformative impact on a serie. This phase of your career gave you the freedom to choose your collaborators, and Craig was someone you wanted work with for some time. Over the course of a three-hour Zoom call, you found that you connected well, not only with Craig but also with the rest of the team. Together, you had a productive briefing, establishing the desired atmosphere that would align with both the essence of the game and the script you held in your hands.

As life began to regain its rhythm post-lockdown, you still felt a hint of anxiety about going out and mingling with more than four people. However, this evening called for celebration with your friends, primarily because Jenny wouldn't let you be, insisting that you only pretended to enjoy being by yourself. She believed you needed "some drinks, good food, laughter, tears, and maybe getting laid."

Following your last breakup, you had made a promise to yourself to not date anyone for a year, a vow you upheld not just for one year but for the following one as well. Suddenly, all the men and women you encountered seemed uninteresting, but you still had some fun in one night standings, which by the way made some of the people you met quite angry, as you would just leave without saying anything.

As soon as you arrived at the bistro booked by Jenny for you and the girls, Maria said out loud, “Here comes THE GOAT!!”

'”Shhhhh, Maria! This is a private place,' you whispered, glancing over your shoulder, although people were imerged in their own worlds and conversations, allowing you and your friends to enjoy a pleasant girl night.

“Come on, girl, you're the award winner here, not to mention THE SOUND COORDINATOR! Aren't you thrilled?” Jenny attempted to lighten the mood.

“Of all the episodes, by the way” Amy chimed in.

“Yes, girls, of course, I'm happy”, you replied with a smile. “I am a bit nervous and overwhelmed. It's going to be a year-long project, surrounded by a considerable number of people, that might include some famous individuals whose crazy egos I definitely don't enjoy working with.'

“But hey, you’re not a jane doe honey” Jenny added.

You went on to explain the challenges of dealing with ego driven actors. 'I don't even know what the Game of Thrones guy is like in real life, we only spoke via Zoom. He's an actor; he could portray niceness on screen and be difficult in real life. We all know that's a possibility.'

Jenny and Maria appeared surprised or apprehensive you couldn’t understand the reason, so you kept going, 'He's an actor; he can pretend to be nice and be a dick off-screen; we all know this can happen.'

“Girl… just…” Amy interjected, her expression showing concern.

'What?!” You interrupted her “ Amy, I'm not lying... I'll have to talk to him a lot,' you retorted, visibly frustrated by the thought.

"Stop!”, she continued.

“Why?” Judging by the expression on the girls' faces, you knew you had messed something up. Were the HBO executives present? Where anyone that shouldn’t be there listening to you? Damn it.

Resignation.

This time, Jenny spoke in a hushed tone, “By the 'Game of Thrones' guy, you mean the one sitting right behind you?” She attempted to maintain calm so you would’t crack. She said something else, but you were so flustered that you couldn't make out her words or anyone else's. Should you turn around to face the person behind you? Should you chuckle and say you were joking? Should you just...

“Well, I assure you I'm not a dick, even if someone who doesn't know me may think so,” a male voice behind you interjected. Damn the Game of Thrones guy.

You turned to face him, and he continued, “Hi, pleased to meet you in person, award winner sound coordinator. Well… I'm the Game of Thrones guy, or Pedro, whichever you prefer.” His words made you reflect on how snob you must have sounded. He had heard everything. You felt awful.

“Oh, well, pleased to meet you in person too, Pedro! I didn’t…” You struggled to form a coherent sentence in your head. Damn, he smelled good. “My name is... um… I am…” Nothing seemed to make sense in your mind anymore. Why say your name when you had spoken to him before?

“Never mind,” he said, smiling. “I know your name and who you are. We met before. By the way, I'm a huge fan of your work.” He knew how to be cirurgical yet polite, which made you chuckle, even though you just wanted to vanish.

Pedro was undeniably good-looking, not exactly your cup of tea, but you couldn't deny his charm. The way he responded to your stupid remarks made him seem more intriguing. You felt a bit woozy. What had you gotten yourself into?

“Pedro, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m sorry,” you apologized, attempting to clarify. “I'm terrible with names.” You were being honest. Now he appeared more serious, and your voice began to tremble. “I mean... I'm only making things worse, aren't I?”

“A little bit,” he chuckled softly, sounding genuine. Glancing over his shoulder, you noticed a beautiful brunette lady at the other end of the table. You waved, receiving a forced smile in return. Back to Pedro. Stop behaving like a teenager. Pull yourself together. Jenny said something, but you didn't catch it. Keep. It. Together.

"I guess I'm the one who came off as a jerk... I know I sounded pretentious, and I apologize," you began, finding your voice. "I've had some really bad experiences with certain actors and their egos, so I was worried you might be like them… so i…" All those therapy sessions seemed to be paying off; he was listening to you, paying attention not only to your words but also to your uncomfortable gestures. You pushed past the discomfort and continued, "I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Your voice dropped to almost a whisper in the last sentence.

"So you might want to think twice before mentioning someone’s name in a private restaurant in Los Angeles, don't you think?" He spoke with a hint of irony, almost provocatively. You took the bait.

"Not tha-" You were about to respond when Jenny interjected, "Hey! I believe Pedro here has a date to attend to, right buddy?" He nodded smiling, and Maria chimed in, "And you, girl, promised us a night out and turned it into a work-related gathering." Those girls were true diplomats.

"I don’t want to take up any more of your time, Pedro," you said, maintaining a serious expression as you locked eyes with his dark gaze, your usual impenetrable poker face firmly in place.

"Never mind," he replied. "By the way-"

"Hey babe, do you want to call your friends to join us?" the attractive lady accompanying him interjected, her tone dripping with irony.

"It won't be necessary," Maria retorted, clearly annoyed. She was hungry, and anyone who knew her understood how irritable she could get when hunger struck. You KNEW she was on the verge of losing her cool.

"I'm sorry for this disruption; we didn't mean to interrupt your date, guys."

"Sorry... you do seem to like that word, don't you?" The pretty brunette girl knew how to be ironical.

"Yeah, thanks for the heads up," you responded, laughing almost manically and subtly holding Maria back, knowing she was on the brink of saying something that could have gotten all four of you kicked out of the restaurant. Jenny steered you to another table far away from them, while Amy engaged the waiter in conversation. Your hands felt as cold as ice.

"See you soon, sound coordinator... oops, AWARD-winning sound coordinator," he said with a chuckle as he returned to his table. "Hopefully, we can prove to each other that we're nice people."

"I'm looking forward to it... Game of Thrones guy." You waved and smiled more than necessary as you both returned to your respective dinner conversations.

You replayed this encounter in your mind all the way home. How could he not be angry with you? There were still a few months until filming begins, and yet you felt an unfamiliar sense of anxiety creeping in. Opening your door, you continued to mull over his ironic parting words: "Hopefully, we can prove to each other that we're nice people," you repeated with a grin.

"Well, I suppose we'll have to wait and see.” You said.

Wait. And. See.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedrohub #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader

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dailydragon08 · 1 year

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Random cute Luke x Reader headcanons that live in my head rent-free pt 5 (when you’re crying edition cuz I’m going through it and need some major comfort)

- He feels so honored that you feel comfortable enough with him to seek out his comfort and wants so badly to be there for you, but watching you cry breaks his heart.

- If you seek him out, he’ll drop everything he’s doing—including teaching his padawans (“let’s all take a break, go play!”)—to comfort you.

- If he walks in on you crying or you’re trying to hide it (which never works very well, since he’s always so in tune with you via the Force and feeling your pain makes him all 🥺), he’ll be so gentle and soothing when he asks if you’d like space or some comfort.

- Bonus: if you’re trying to hold it in and suddenly can’t anymore and just break down in front of him, his face just falls like 🥺 nooo, sweetheart and he feels like his heart physically hurts and just plummets into his stomach.

- Does everything he can to learn your love languages and what kind of comfort helps you best, and will go out of his way to provide that for you.

- Need words of affirmation? He’s on it, murmuring gentle praise in your ear, telling you how beautiful/good looking you are and how much he loves you, and will even list out all his favorite things about you.

- Acts of service fan? He’ll clean your entire house/apartment for you, take you for a ride in his ship to get out of the house, run you a nice hot bath, cook your favorite dinner—whatever you need all without even being asked.

- Gifts make you melt? He’s buying you all the snacks/desserts, all the flowers, all the candles, all the bath bombs/salts, etc and will even have stuff imported. It doesn’t matter what time of day or night it is, if its nearby he’ll run out and get it for you, even if it’s 3am.

- Quality time? He’s glued to your side until you send him away. He cancels all his plans unless its physically impossible, such as a mission (which breaks his heart leaving you like this to the point that how HE’S upset too), but he’ll com you constantly while he’s away. If he can get someone to go in his stead (usually Wedge or Biggs), he will and isn’t satisfied that he did his job as your partner properly until you’re happy and smiling again.

- Physical touch? He’s a pro at this. He’s so physically affectionate and will hold you forever if you let him. He’ll pull you into his lap, murmuring a soft “shhhhh,” and rub your back, massage you, play with your hair, and kiss everywhere he can reach.

- Always wipes your tears away with his thumbs while he cradles your face.

- The first time you cried in front of him, like really cried (talking full on sob fest), it almost made him cry too, since seeing you in pain is his worst nightmare. He immediately opened his arms for you and held you so tightly you could barely breathe.

- Murmurs “I’m here, I’ve got you, it’ll be okay. We’ll get through this together. I’m not going anywhere.”

- If you’re force sensitive and called out to him through the Force, he literally RAN to you. Like full on sprinted. He’ll also send you comfort and so, so much love through your mental link.

- Will say, “just breathe” as he takes his own slow, deep breaths so you can match him as a way to help you regulate.

- If he can sense you’re starting to come out of it a bit, will do stupid, goofy stuff to make you smile, followed by “there’s the smile.”

- Sometimes R2 will even try to help comfort you and will go get Luke if he feels it’s necessary. A little arm will shoot out of one of his sockets, grab onto Luke’s shirt and drag him if he has too (although that’s hardly ever necessary) like “your bb needs you.”

- Luke tells you “I love you, I love you so much” over and over.

- Whenever you say, “I need you,” he replies with “you have me. Always.”

Feel free to add to this list with cute comforting headcanons, cuz I could really, really use it right now :(

#luke skywalker #star wars #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker headcanon #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker fluff #star wars headcanons #star wars comfort #luke skywalker comfort

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1-800-dk · 2 years

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seventeen's love languages!

ft; 95z + 96z so ? hyung line

requested? yes! combining 2 in 1

also be referred to as how they show love! bc

also I need to know the statistics on why all of my reqs are 95z and wonwoo

seungcheols love language is...

quality time! it's so intimate and cheol strikes me as someone who would rather spend quality time with his partner! uninterrupted conversations between the two of you is something he values the most; especially being busy as seventeens leader and always having people around him, he would want uninterrupted quality time with his partner!! even when he's most busy he still would find a way to spend time with you!

jeonghans love language is...

receiving gifts! jeonghan is the type of person to always treasure any gift given to him, especially when it's from his partner. he's a giver too, though he may prefer receiving rather than giving! his favorites are always the homemade gifts, he would display them for everyone to see, specifically mementos of your relationship

joshuas love language is...

words of affirmation! yall !!!!! referencing back to my other posts; specifically the arguments w svt post he values and I mean VALUES affirmation, whether it be words of encouragement, empathizing or listening actively to you, its so important to him. again he's such a gentlemen, you can really tell he has so much love in his heart for his members and carats. so being in a relationship with him??? holy jesus this man will be affirmative everyday. this is something I could go in about but shhhhh it would be so long

update as of September 1st 2022 I found a fancall video from May and he himself actually said his love language was words of affirmation I'll cry

juns love language is...

acts of service! he already does so much of this for the members, whether it be cooking for them or buying food for them! he does it and I have no doubt he would do the same for his partner. I feel jun is one of those who heavily lean on the "actions speak louder than words" saying. he is 100% willing to do anything to make people happy, so if you're having a bad day and he notices which he would. expect him to run a bath and cook/buy some dinner for you!

hoshis love language is...

physical touch! oh my god he's stage 1000 clingy. this tiger boy strives on physical touch, please let him hold your hand in someway he might actually dissipate if he isn't touching you in someway. he absolutely loves to be clingy but not to the point where is overwhelming he just really loves the intimacy of skin to skin contact. :,]

wonwoos love language is...

quality time! referring back to my previous wonwoo crush hc; I believe him to be very private with his love life. he's probably not the biggest fan of pda so anytime he can get alone with his partner he thoroughly enjoys those moments, especially if you two are able to game, if you're someone who enjoys gaming! please game with him omg:,] stuff like that is what really matters to him, spending time with you doing things you both enjoy? ugh he's a sucker for it

woozis love language is...

giving gifts and words of affirmation he's good with his words first of all, if you don't think he's about to write a love song for you then you're absolutely wrong. 9 times out of 10 when he's giving a gift to you its always a song he's made for you which is so fricking cute imo. he's also very affirming with his words and never fails to make his partner feel like the most special person on the planet :,] I swear I'll cry

#scoups scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #hoshi scenarios #joshua scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #woozi scenarios #jun scenarios #jun fluff #wonwoo fluff #woozi fluff #joshua fluff #scoups fluff #seungcheol fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #kpop

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timidxtempted · 4 months

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I wrote him a letter.

It started off with "Dear Daddy..."

What followed began as a letter in which I wanted to express how happy he makes me, and how wonderful he is.

Simple, right?

Yeah, no.

In the course of our relationship, when I have told him how good he is to me, his response is, "I try". That response - while completely accurate - always made me think that he might not be sure that he was succeeding.

It occurred to me that I have the ability - thanks to a bunch of things that I have historically tracked in my daily life - to provide data to back up my claims that he's a fucking incredible partner and daddy.

I could show him, quantifiably, the positive effect he has had on me and my life.

For instance:

I sleep an average of two hours more a night, and my sleep quality has vastly improved.

My water intake was improved, and I am consistently hydrated.

My anxiety has decreased overall, and I have not had a panic attack in months.

Those are only three things in a long list of ways in which he has helped improve my life. Like any data though, I realized that reviewed on it's own, it isn't nearly as impactful as looking at the full picture.

While important, the numbers weren't telling this man, who is so fucking important to me, what was in my heart.

The data couldn't tell him that the reason that I sleep better is because him telling me to shut down my screens and close my eyes compels me to do so in a way that my thinking it to myself never could. I want to sleep better because I know it calms him, and gives him some peace. I will always strive to do both for him.

Data is not nuanced enough to tell him that the reason I make sure to stay hydrated is because he reminds me to, and because he praises me for doing so... and that I would do anything to hear words of praise from him, for any reason.

All the facts in the world wouldn't be able to communicate to him how his voice in my head calms me, centers me, grounds me - in ways my own voice has never been able to. Numbers would have no way to tell him that when I close my eyes, and inhale deeply, it's his "shhhhh I've got you" that I hear whispered in my mind; and I know that he does.

He is consistent in ways that I never imagined possible. He shows up for me every single day. He shows up for me when I don't even know I need him to. He checks in, even on his busiest days, even when he has communicated that he might not be as available - he is still there. I know how often goes out of his way to do it.

He has created a safe space in which I am free and comfortable being silly, vulnerable, emotional, scared and euphoric. I am safe to feel big feels, cry big cries, and laugh big laughs with him.

He encourages - no...he insists and expects - that I use my voice to communicate with him what I am feeling, good or bad or chaotic. And he praises me for doing so. He helps me work through all of those feelings, and helps to guide me through to the other side them. Arming me with confidence, knowing that I am supported.

Within my letter, I shared with him examples of how he has done all of these things, and more. All the little things that he does, every single day, to make me feel prioritized, cared for. To make me shhhh....because I know without any doubt, that he's got me.

As I write this, I am feeling just as much emotion as I did writing the letter to him... While I am happy to have been able to give him proof that he does not merely "try" to be good to me - the emotion transcends the facts.

Feeling him is a constant in my life that no data could interpret.

My letter to him may have started with "Dear Daddy...", but there is so, so much more that led to "Dear Daddy...", and I wanted him to know - for a fact, if you will - just how grateful I am for every moment of it we have shared thus far.

Dear Daddy...

Thank you.

I'll finish here with a PS...

You'll note that none of that up there includes all the sexyfuntimes stuff. Nor was it the focus of my letter to him.

If that's all you're here for, you're either reading the letter wrong, or reading the wrong letter.

#i wrote a thing #daddy things #magic things #thank you daddy #you are amazing #and i can prove it #all the kisses

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onestormeynight · 6 months

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The First Fight

Ricardo was spending the weekend with Penelope. They had managed to get Rosalie down with a fair amount of ease and were spending some quality time together while they could.

"Hey, Pen?" He asked.

"Shhhhh, hold on, I'm doing some of my best work here."

"No, we need to talk about something, it's been eating at me."

With a heavy sigh and uncomfortable loins, Penelope pulled herself away from him and cleared her horomone riddled head. He didn't look pleased. She bit her lip and twisted her hand around her wrist.

"Okay, Ricky. What's up?"

"When are you moving home?"

Penelope rubbed her forehead. Not this again. He had brought it up several times over the last few months and she'd done her best to skirt the question. Maybe being direct with him would have been better but she had hoped he'd just take the hint. She had hoped he knew her well enough to know she was home. She had hope he would just drop it already.

"Ricky--"

"You cannot possibly think you can stay out here forever, Pen." Ricardo's voice was starting to pick up emotion, intensity. He was positively simmering. "You barely have electricity. You don't have a real bathroom. For God's sake, Pen, Rosie doesn't even have her own room!"

"Yeah, well, I didn't exactly come with a lot of money when I was fleeing the Harpers, Ricky! I had to start somewhere! Do you know what I'm making off my flowers? I've been saving everything I can. I'm so close to being able to afford a proper house here, you just have to have patience with me. We're going to have a wonderful home!"

"You think I'm going to move out to the middle of nowhere? I never agreed to live out here in the boonies!"

Penny just stared at him in astonishment. Maybe he wasn't the only one who was assuming things they shouldn't have.

"You...you don't want to live here with us?"

"I do want to live with you, both of you. In civilization. Not in the middle of absolute nowhere. My parents have been robbed of their grandchild, Pen! Did you even think of that? You were so busy trying to rob your own parents of their grandchild, you didn't stop to think you did the same thing to mine! My parents have always loved you, Pen, how could you continue to cut them out?"

"Well, I mean, they didn't love me when they found out I was pregnant."

"Who was happy with the situation!?"

How did this happen? Penelope thought. We were having such a good day, how did we start fighting?

Ricardo was huffing in his anger, staring at her.

"You owe it to them, to me, Pen. You have to move back."

"I......"

"What?"

"........I think you should leave, Ricky."

Ending Credits: "u turn me on (but u give me depression)" - LØLØ

((The Soundtrack))

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if-pluto-could-dream · 2 years

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RULERSHIPS 👑(tropical astrology)

Every planet eventually passes through every sign. Think of the planets as travellers going on a journey, and the signs are different destinations. Some planets absolutely love some destinations (signs) and absolutely despise others. These are called rulerships.

When a planet is in the sign that it naturally rules over, we say the planet is at home. (Remember the traveller metaphor).

When a planet is in a sign that it loves, we say the planet is being exalted.

When a planet is in a sign that it doesn’t like very much, we say the planet is in detriment. A detrimental sign is usually the opposite, or the sister sign, of the Home sign.

When a planet is in a sign that it hates, we say the planet is in fall. This is the sister sign of the exaltation.

*If a planet is in a sign that it is Neutral to, we say the planet is in Peregrine.

THE SUN ☉

The sun is the most observable heavenly body like… ever. It is a luminary.

It changes signs once every 30 or so days, so that's why we have Aries Season, Taurus Season etc following each other in the span of a month.

The sign of the Sun is representative of the person’s ego and how they establish themselves in this world.

It is at home in Leo, in detriment in Aquarius, in fall in Libra, and exalted by Aries

THE MOON ☾

The Moon represents the emotional body and the unconscious mind. It is also a luminary. It changes signs as it changes phases, every 2 days or so, and finishes a cycle in a month or so.

The sign of the Moon is how people act when they are alone and how they process emotional energy and information

It is at home in Cancer, in detriment in Capricorn, in fall in Scorpio, and exalted by Taurus

MERCURY ☿

Mercury is the planet that rules over communication and how we intake and project the information in our minds. Mercury is a very fast-moving planet, like its greek counterpart Hermes.

The sign of Mercury is how people communicate and the aspects of information that they focus on when they are learning new things.

(e.g, a Virgo mercury might focus on details and express them better, while a Sagittarius mercury might focus on the bigger picture)

It is at home in Gemini, in detriment in Sagittarius, in fall in Pisces and exalted by Virgo

VENUS ♀

Venus is the planet that rules over beauty, love and interpersonal relationships. This planet controls how we get along with our loved ones and what we need to give and receive in relationships to feel cared for and nurtured. It changes signs every month or so. It really depends.

The sign of Venus shows how the individual loves and the kind of love they need to get to FEEL loved. Also depends on other planets though

It is at home in Libra and Taurus, exalted by Pisces, in detriment in Aries and Scorpio, and in fall in Virgo

MARS ♂

Mars is the planet of action and drive (and sex shhhhh). Mars rules over our anger and our passion and also the pp ik ik strange but ITS TRUE! And venus is the coochie oop. Anyway yeah yeah, Mars is how we respond to very emotionally charged situations, when also combined with the energy of the moon sign

The sign of Mars represents the temperament of the individual and how they process their anger and direct their energy and passion.

It is at home in Aries and Scorpio, in detriment in Libra and Taurus, in fall in Cancer, and exalted by Capricorn

JUPITER ♃

Jupiter is the Planet of Optimism, wisdom and joy. This planet changes every year, so it affects a larger number of people and is not very specific to an individual. Its placement in something called a “house” is how we can determine the effect of the planet on a person.

Wherever Jupiter falls is where you get blessings, and the sign its in shows you at your most altruistic self! When you embody the qualities of this sign, you get more good karma.

It is at home in Sagittarius and Pisces, in detriment in Gemini and Virgo, in fall in Capricorn, and exalted by Cancer

SATURN ♄

Where Jupiter is a Karmically positive planet, Saturn is the opposite. It changes signs every two to three years or so and affects a large generation of people as well. Wherever Saturn falls in your chart is where you receive and are punished for Bad Karma, and the sign it's in is how it will affect you on a personal level.

It is at home in Capricorn, in detriment in Cancer, in fall in Aries, and exalted by Libra

URANUS ♅

Uranus is the planet that rules over initiative, oddity, standing out of the norm and being unique. Wherever this planet falls in your chart is where you change the name of the game, and where people might think you’re a little bit strange. Your habits here might be erratic and strange and the sign affects its expression as well. Now Uranus literally changes every 6 years so it's kind of hard to say how the sign expresses (for me. I’m not well versed enough to say)

It is at home in Aquarius, in detriment in Leo, in fall in Taurus, and exalted by Scorpio

NEPTUNE ♆

Neptune is the planet of Dreams and Delusion. Everything that Neptune touches immediately becomes wishy-washy and has rose coloured glasses placed over it. Wherever this planet falls, you cannot access this area of life to its maximum capacity. Like a forcefield of sorts.

It is at home in Pisces, in detriment in Virgo, in fall in Capricorn/Aquarius, and exalted by Cancer/Leo

PLUTO ♇

Pluto is the planet of Transformation, Sex and Death. This planet makes everything it touches suuuper intense. It can cause fear in other people or inspiration, depending on how the planets are aspected. Aspects are kinda complex and are gonna be for another day, I fear. Anyway, wherever this planet falls, you cannot ever find true comfort in this place. You will have exalted power here, but none will ever revere you for it. Personal power is a huge theme of Pluto, and finding your own is what the planet tries to teach us all.

It is at home in Scorpio, in detriment in Taurus, in fall in Libra/Virgo, and exalted by Aries/Pisces.

Polite note: the detriments and falls of the last 3 outer planets are often up for debate. if anyone knows the final answer, please inform me!!

bye <3

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they-are-freakin-legos · 2 years

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The types of headphones the ninja would wear

Jay: He would use small wired earbuds. I imagine him putting them in his pocket (if they had any #givetheninjapockets) and they come out like 5 minutes later, totally tangled up. He will try to unwrap them himself, but he usually turns back to Nya to help him fix it and pull it apart again, cause she's a girlboss.

Cole: I originally thought Cole would wear normal black headphones, because he does in the fucking movie, but someone told me he uses vintage things, so fuck it, 80s headphones.

Nya: She will BLAST THE SHIT out of her ears 24/7, so she needs big headphones. She'll be doing work on a car or something, cause she's a girlboss, and Jay or someone will ask her what she's listening to, and she'll hand them her headphones and it's fucking slipknot or something.

PIXAL: She would have these over-the-ear earbuds. I imagine her using them like an ear piece, and I think they just look fun and funky.

Zane: just some good quality headphones coming through. Honestly, he can probably play music from his own body, cause lol he's a robot, but I think these suit him. The only problem would be that these don't fit over his fucking hair but shhhhh

Kai: this bitch uses THE gamer headphones. He's a filthy gamer, he sits on the sofa playing video games all day with food crumbs and empty monster cans around him, like a fucking pig lol. he wears these bitches all the fucking time. Or, he uses the cat headphones, ironically.

Lloyd: he uses airpods. 100%. Every single goddamn time, someone will be trying to talk to him while he has an earbud in, and he'll just pull it out and be like ".... what???" It's infuriating. Or, he uses cat headphones, unironically.

#cole ninjago #jay ninjago #kai ninjago #lego ninjago #lloyd ninjago #ninjago #ninjago pixal #nya ninjago #zane ninjago

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rhaaclaws · 2 years

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HI rhaast ^_^ throws these numbers at you 9, 25, 30, AND 56 :]

9. Fave fight?

KC AND METALLICA MY BEST FRIENDDDDDD listen its gross but thats one of the things I love about it. like the bullshittery and the thought process from each fighter AND MY FRIEND KCCC WOOOOO its so good I rewatch it so fucking often [and then cry at ep28 to humble myself] Another one of my fav fights is Bites The Dusts and Made In Heaven because these two terrify me sooo much like THE HORRORS. BTD with how I was constantly worried shaking and crying over who was gonna die [and listen. you didn't hear it from me but when I thought rohan was gonna die I was CRYINGGGGG like tears down my face it was kind of gross] and MIH is just auauhghghghgh the HORRRORSSSSSSSS like what the fuck.... it did everything it had to do RIGHT but it hurt so fucking much and that damn ending. makes me want to explode anyways teehe "you daughter is your weakness" Dies

25. Stand ability you think wasn’t used well enough in the series?

Sorry for focusing so much on diu and va I'm just silly BUT. Love Deluxe, Purpy haze and Spice girl. first off ik this is more of just the character instead of stand but shhhhh Yukako could've bodied fucking everyone in that damn cast she'd get kira in one hit as she should! PURPY HAZEEE this is obvious but Please pelsepolease I need to see him again I'm so devastated WITH THAT COOL ASS THEME TOO..... BRUH... anwyays Spice Girl my best friend he could've also done it all but noooo. Whatevers.

30. Rank your order: Jojo main villains

ok im exceptionally bad at ranking things BUT I have two lists, villains I Like and how much they scare me. In terms of who I like

Diavolo [toxic slutch privileges]

Dio [sorry hes just such a bad bitch]

Kars [she's my best friend, not really a villain but deserves to be on here]

Pucci [Many thoughts but I trust my friends like Quintus to do him justice, pucci is funny though but please go to therapy instead of projecting]

The bitch who shall not be named

I JUSTS RELAIZESXD IO FORGOT KIRA. I PROMISE ITS NOT ON PURPOSE I WAS JUST LIKE HMMM WHO AM I MISSING FROM HERE BUT PKFSDFKJHGSDFLKGJSFGJKHSFG IM SORRY I DONT SEE HIM AS A CHARCATER HES LIKE. AN ENTITY BUT NOT IN A FUNNY KARS WAY HE ONLY SCARES ME I DONT CARE ABT HIS CHARACTER anyways these r the ones that scare me [With Kira]

Kira [i think hes the best jojo villain in terms of playing his role and bringing that awful unsettling feeling that shit is WRONG]

I'm gonna be honest everyone else is under here in near the same level because I'm only really scared by kira. pucci isn't scary for me bc i was raised around Catholics, whats he gonna do? preach to me? kars is my friend and everyone else id have no way of meeting bc I'm in Mexico yall stay safe though 🙏

56. Any headcanons?

LITERALLY SOOOOOO MANYYYYYYY im only gonna mention some that im obsessed with rn bc its so much dude I have a google docs just for the main p5 cast and its like. 4 pages long

anywaysssss

Akira and Yukako are siblings its true to me it happened and its real like they're SOOO SIBLINGS. they are going to the powerlines and throwing bricks at it and causing electrical damages I could talk about them for hours

I RLLY LIKE THE ONE where the reason Jolyne can turn her midriff into a Mobius strip for the strings is that Jotaro was so traumatized from seeing Kakyoin having a hole in his stomach he passed that trauma onto her and it was a form of protection so she'd never have to go through that again. there's this one post from a couple years ago that says this beautifully but i don't think i can find it

anyways. funny one next: Tiziano almost exclusively uses toxic paints because "theyre the best quality" best friend that's mercury you're snorting

Fugo cut those holes as a way to 'stay clean' from self harm and as a reminder that he's not touched. victim to victim communication

ALSO i rlly like that idea that stands will manifest if the user is experiencing strong emotions [ex Giorno gets super excited and starts growing flowers around]

another stand based one is that when you get your stand they change something physical abt you [like Yukako's hair got wayyy long and thicker bc of Love Deluxe, Diavolo's eyes turned into that shattered green bc of King Crimson, shit like that]

Abbacchio had one hell of a gender adventure. the 'well I'm fascinated by femininity but I'm not a girl' to 'well i like being called a girl but by strangers by presumption' to 'Wait.'

I was talking abt this to Raph earlier but Reimi likes to scare ppl in the alley like that scene in Beetlejuice with the fucked up faces

She tried it on Yukako and she was like. Holy shit can you do that again?

This is bc Yukako is a horror fan through and through. her gay awakening and first movie crush was the girl from the ring SOBS

Also I see Yukako as a lesbian because her arc literally reminds me so much of comphet and the fucking lengths I've gone to be like 'wellll i Have to like men'

This is stolen from a rlly good fic but Akira was struck by lightning as a kid

Fugo is a fucking HATER. this is just canon but whatevs

I think its be fun for Mista to experiment with the Genderisms through drag

Trish and her punk album can be something so personal

Ok tahts rlly long but im always willing to give hcs on fucking. Anything bc my brain is so fat and juicy with intelligence 24/7 its so hard ANYWAYS THIS WAS FUN

#long post #fav #ask game #rhaa talks

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bennusimurgh · 10 months

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Flour of choice

The author walks in a circle listening to the advertising before he can continue a phone dialogue with a friend.

A little child's voice said: - The saga continues through a 1999 episode, a serial drama, 'The Worm Assassins'. They have invaded our planet, decimating forests, polluting the oceans with refuse, and disrupting our management systems, leading to unchecked waste discharge. They possess the capability to infect humans, bending them to their will. In episode 1900, a new breed emerges, their origins still unknown. These newcomers reproduce via spores, akin to fungi.

The man's voice continues the sentence.

- The greatest minds have yet to reach a consensus - are they a menace or a salvation? Yet, we continue to coexist and communicate with them...

Humanity stands on the precipice of an environmental, emotional, and physical catastrophe... A short pause and a third voice add the advertising information

-Don't miss the new episodes of this gripping series from 8PO Corporation, exclusively on Subconscious TV. Premium users can enjoy the content without any dirtiness commercial interruptions...

Advertising is finished and they can continue a dialogue

- Blast it, they're even inserting advertisements into the dialogue now. I understand the need for graphics, I can even tolerate beer cans in a Viking series. The name 'Barbarian' is acceptable, but why in the conversation?

- Oh come on, it was just a voice-over. Remember when they showed an advertisement for men's sanitary pads? I mean, I understand hygiene and all, but it's a movie about the Stone Age, for heaven's sake!

- It's not my fault. I wrote a script about Neanderthals, they're the ones who adapted it.

- I know, I'm not blaming you. Just thinking out loud about where the world is heading...

- I understand that, but I still felt the need to explain.

- In this series, I try to insert good brands so they don't have to pay these profiteers.

- You're treading on thin ice, you know. They're the ones paying you.

- Yes, but 669 credits for a soul? Have they put a price on that now?

- There you go again, of course, attention costs money. And some souls might be worth much more...

- Agreed, the quality of a soul is far more valuable than its wrapper. But still, how much do you think they sold us for?

- Everyone sold themselves for what they wanted. I'm heading to the Shshs, if anything the signal will rfffvvy- shshsh start to blacKed up...

- No problem. Come over in the evening if you have time.

- I need to check the clnrshry BEEEP. Krxhvvyvv was empty tomorrow. Tlk to you later shhhhh

- Okay…

The creator of the idea paces around his home office, reading lines off his tablet... He's already worn a certain symbol into the floor, though he doesn't realize it yet. He still needs to come up with twenty-four episodes and think about the ending at the same time.

"There has to be some meaning, there has to be some meaning," he mutters to himself.

"Here I am, talking to myself again... well, at least I'll stick to the point. The stakeholders don't seem to be pressuring me, just expressing a little dissatisfaction," he acknowledges aloud. "Only one of them contributed 44 billion, what's there to complain about? The others sponsor as they can. One of them, oddly enough, brought a sack of potatoes in addition to the money, and another one brought rice. I wonder what that's about..."

He approaches a large table littered with papers. It all looks quite chaotic, but there's a certain order to it.

"After all, people like my series, so I have to keep going..."

"Why all the intrigue? Doesn't anyone want to know how it all ends, what it's all for?" he breaks off suddenly.

He sits down on his once luxurious sofa, looks at the fountain that was meant to be a disco, glances at the billiard room...

"Yes... it was all supposed to end differently," the author continues to think aloud.

"I had originally planned the idea for only thirty-three episodes, and they told me to keep writing because I was doing well. But what should I write about?"

A phone call interrupted his train of thought. He picked up a call from an unknown number, and they greeted him with, "Hello, here's some unnecessary information about some unnecessary information for you..."

---- "Thank goodness for reflexes," he thought, instantly realizing it was a robocall and hanging up.

"So, they've extended it by another 24 episodes and I still need to come up with an ending. It's so hard to keep pushing back what was supposed to happen in the 34th episode... Well, I'll go ask someone who might know how it all ends," he said, taking a sip of a strange liquid, and then went to lie down in the sarcophagus.

"Yes, it's definitely easier to think here," the author mused. "It's not the same as in a hammock, but it has its own charm. The ending will be just right."

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emimartinalopez · 2 years

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fireworks || 7.4

emi and betsy have a private celebration of their own

@betsy-adams

Betsy was feeling amazing. Her blood was probably more alcohol and weed than anything else and that was exactly how she liked it. She'd been eying Emi all night. The outfit she was wearing was leaving little to the imagination and all she wanted to do was press her face between her beautifully ample breasts. She'd seen a lot of vaginas, dicks and breasts in all the time she's been fucking people, but there was something about a woman with more than you can hold that made her wet as shit. The switch sipped her drink as she sashayed, a little drunkenly, toward the other. "Hey sexy, you havin' fun?" She asked, leaning her body against the wall.

Emi had definitely indulged once she hit the party, a sort of personal win for avoiding getting a punishment - yet. The shots Betsy had put together were anything but light, combined with more than a few hits off of some high quality shit being passed around and she was almost as lit as the fireworks going off. She'd worn something daring for her, a low cut red top to show off her cleavage paired with denim shorts and a tight white vest - not that she was expecting any sort of attention. So when Betsy stumbled over to her, she had a smile for the switch, though she furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "You mean me? Yeah, I'm having fun. Quite the celebration of our fine country."

Betsy looked around. "Pretty sure you're the only sexy person I'm looking at right now" She slurred. "Fine country, ha" Betsy snorted. "If you say so. For me...just another opportunity to get some people together, drink into oblivion and being festive as fuck while we're at it" The dark haired woman looked the other up and down.

Her brows drew together again. Betsy had seemed so cool so far - was she just leading her up to fuck her over like everyone else did? "Yeah, that's sarcasm, I hate it here," Emi muttered. "Guess so. I mean, who doesn't love a good themed Jell-o shot? By the way, A+ job on the ones you made. Fucking amazing."

"Shhhhh" Betsy pressed her pointer finger to Emi's lips. "But drugs and alcohol make is so much better, so there's that!" She smiled, pressing her back against the wall again. "Dude...do you know how much vodka is in them? Way too much." She snorted again while taking a sip of her drink. "You know you've been having a fuckin blast when you're drink just tastes like fruit juice! Whoo!"

Emi couldn't help but smile and laugh at the finger to her lips. "Yeah you're right about that. Freedom to party," she agreed, taking another long drink of her punch. "No such thing as way too much. You kidding me, this shit has tasted like juice since I started. Which is dangerous. No one needs to see me blackout drunk," she said, shaking her head and regretting it when her mind spun a little. "Fuck..."

"Fuck yeah, right!?" She laughed, jugging the rest of her drink. "And now I want to see that" The brunette pointed toward her. "Oh shit, you okay?" Her body stepping toward the other in case she fell. "Ya need to sit down? Lay down? A glass a water?"

She crinkled her nose and leaned back against the wall, taking in a slow, deep breath. "You definitely don't want to see that, blackout drunk Emi does super bad shit," she huffed. "No laying down. Laying down is bad. Just... need a second." Without thinking, she reached out, steadying herself with one hand on Betsy's shoulder.

Betsy snorted. "What kinda bad shit? Fun bad shit?" She cocked her head to the side, interested. The switch chuckled, nodding her head. "It definitely can be, yes. Just wanna make sure you're not gonna face plant on my floor. People might think I beat that pretty face." Her head turning toward the feeling of a hand on her shoulder.

"There may have been some ill executed strip teases on top of tables, and no one wants to see that," she said, crinkling her nose again to try and stop the spins. Emi huffed a laugh. "Nah. They wouldn't think that even about my face. Got nothing to worry about," she assured Betsy, leaning to the side a bit to rest her cheek against the switch's shoulder.

Betsy turned to face the black haired girl. "Um...who told you that? That's so fuckin not true." Betsy didn't hate the feeling of the other's cheek on her shoulder. "Can I ask you a question? You can tell me to fuck off for sure" her hands gestured in front of her chest as she spoke.

She snorted. "I think the troves of people running out of the room was evidence enough." And hadn't that been sobering. Emi closed her eyes for a moment, finally feeling like her head was calming down. "Yeah sure, what's up, B?"

"Well then those people are a bunch of fuckin idiots then. Fuck em. Only don't, cuz they don't deserve it." Betsy said with edge. "Do you think people don't find you attractive. Cuz, honestly, you're giving off that vibe." Her hands went out in front of her fast. "No judgement, nothin like that at all."

Her eyes narrowed again, but she didn't straighten up, too comfortable where she was leaning against Betsy. "I think people like to fuck around with the fat chick because she's grateful for whatever she can get," Emi said after a long pause. "I'm like a novelty or some shit."

"Oh fuck that." Betsy pushed herself off the wall, forgetting for a moment that Emi was leaning on her. "fuck, shit, sorry!" Her hand reaching to make sure the other didn't fall on her face before turning back to their original conversation. "I'm sorry, but legit, people should be grateful they get to fuck you. Like, what do you even fuckin mean novelty? That's such bullshit, Emi."

Emi stumbled a little when Betsy pushed away from her, but managed to get her feet under her without taking a tumble. She shrugged, instinctively crossing her arms across her stomach. "It was a running joke, to try and see who could fuck the fat chick, you know? Most of them couldn't hide how much they liked it but laughed about it in my face after. But - ancient fuckin history or whatever," Emi said, scuffing her boots along the ground.

Betsy bit her lip. "Ancient history or not. I wanna fuckin kill those asshats" She shook her head, her hands pressed against the wall on either side of the sub's shoulders. "You're hot as hell, Emi" Her head nodding, inches away from the other's mouth.

Her breath caught, belatedly realizing just how close Betsy was. "You're not fucking with me, are you?" The heat she meant to have behind those words was lost, her voice breathless and almost pleading. Even though she hadn't really had satisfying sex before - the prospect of being touched was sadly one she couldn't deny excited her.

Betsy's eyes darkened, searching the other's before she heatedly pressed her lips to the other's, pulling back only for a moment. "Definitely not fuckin with you, sexy." Her leg pushed between Emi's thighs. "I promise, on my life and my siblings. You're hot as fuck." She whispered before her mouth pushed against the other's once more.

The kiss made her whimper in the back of her throat, hands moving to Betsy's slim waist almost without thinking. Her legs spread, hips pushing forward to press against her thigh. "You haven't seen me naked yet, how do you know?" she mumbled into her mouth, though she couldn't keep herself from kissing back, tugging Betsy up against her firmly.

The brunette's leg pressed firmly against the other, pressing her body against Emi, hands grabbing her thick hips, their lips moving firmly against one another's. "Fuck, please let me see you naked." Betsy moaned against the girl's lips before sucking her lip into her mouth.

"You want to?" she asked, still trying to wrap her head around this whole situation, much like her arms wrapped around Betsy's slim frame, feeling her smaller chest press tight to Emi's ample one. "We could - your room?" Though how she would manage to stop kissing her for long enough to move, she wasn't sure.

Betsy sucked the other's lip harder before letting it go. "Yes. I fuckin do." She pulled Emi by the hand toward her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Betsy to turn around, find the black haired girl's lips again as she pushed her closer to the bed. "Take off your clothes" She whispered against Emi's lips.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she followed Betsy to her room, stumbling a bit as she was pushed towards the bed. The simple order had her shivering in ways she didn't even want to think about. She kicked off her boots and wiggled out of her shorts, then slid her vest off followed by her shirt, leaving her in lacy navy blue panties and a white bra. "I - you too," she managed to say, trying to shake off her nerves by reaching for Betsy's shirt.

Betsy watched, body vibrating with how much she wanted Emi. "Stop." she said, leaning in. "Let me." Her hands quickly closing the gap between them as her nails ran lightly up her thighs before pulling off Emi's lacy underwear. After they fell to the floor, her hands ran over the other's stomach, sucking her breath in through her teeth as she unhooked her bra. Fuck. She felt a pulse deep inside of her. Betsy allowed the sub to pull her shirt off, already braless as was her norm.

The scrape of her nails on her thighs was enough to have her shuddering again, her panties already damp by the time Betsy tugged them over her thighs and off. Emi flushed, standing naked in front of the switch, trying to keep from hiding herself by reaching for Betsy's shorts to get them off. "Fuck," she whispered, fumbling with the button and zipper slightly, nerves and booze killing her ability to work simple clasps.

Besty couldn't help but chuckled lightly as she watched Emi struggle with the zipper. "Fuck, you're....fuck" she groaned, watching as her jean shorts fell to the floor. Again, no underwear to cover her clean shaven pussy. Betsy walked toward Emi, forcing her to walk backward until she hit the footboard of her bead. "Lay down." She whispered, gently spreading the other's legs, all the while her eyes not leaving the other's.

She was glad she'd at least shaved herself, just a small, neat tuft of black above her clit, especially as she laid back on Betsy's bed. Emi swallowed hard, her ample thighs spreading under the gentle touch. "I'm what?" she asked shakily, licking her lips as she looked over Betsy's slim body hungrily.

"You're sexy as fuck" She moaned, her eyes running down the raven haired girl's breasts, stomach until they reached her slick core, her fingers running gently up her folds before climbing onto the bed, straddling the girl before her head dipped to suck on one of Emi's perky nipples.

She wished she could slow her breathing, but Betsy's eyes all over her made that impossible. Emi felt her gasp catch at the touch to her slick folds, hands going automatically to Betsy's hips when the other woman climbed on top of her. "Oh shit," she breathed out, chest arching up into the wet warmth on her sensitive nipple.

The way Emi's body reacted to her mouth made her want to keep going. Worshipping the other. Her kisses moved from her breast, between them until she sucked the other in her mouth. Her tongue making perfect circles around her erect nipple. She gave her breast a little more love before her lips roamed again. This time her mouth moved slowly south, taking her time as she licked, nipped and kissed down her stomach to her hips, her hips to her thighs, pushing her legs farther apart as she positioned herself between the girl's legs.

Sure, some of her past partners had made half assed attempts are foreplay - but nothing like this. Betsy left her panting already with just the attention to her nipples. Emi sucked in what she could of her stomach without thinking, propping herself up on her elbows as Betsy pushed her legs apart. "You - you want to do that?" she asked before she could stop herself, already squirming in anticipation of feeling someone go down on her.

Betsy nipped and sucked on Emi's inner thighs, teasing her. "Fuck yes I do." she growled right before her tongue pushed between soaking folds. Betsy pulled back with a moan. "Fuck...you're so sweet." Her tongue penetrating the sub's core again, pressing firmly on her swollen bud before sucking it slowly into her mouth.

Her hips lifted just from the attention to her thighs. Emi had to fight against the instinct to press them shut, the wet heat against her dripping core like nothing she could have imagined. "Oh - oh, f-fuck," she whimpered, jaw dropping open on an almost silent moan. "Oh my god, B!"

The way Emi was crying out had her core pulsing with need. Emi was possibly one of the hottest people she'd ever fucked. A bad ass bitch with a body she hoped she would get to worship again. It was fucking insane people couldn't see that. Betsy pulled her mouth away, arm wiping Emi's sweet juices away. "How many times do you think you can come tonight?" She cocked her head to the side as two slender digits easily pushing inside the girl's slick core, thumb pressing firmly against her clit again.

Her eyes widened. How many? Betsy wanted to fuck that long? “I - shit,” she hissed, body gripping around her fingers. “I’ve gotten up to three by myself but - no one’s ever like, bothered to try be-before,” Emi panted out, her hips rocking down into Betsy’s touch without thinking.

"Hmm...three." She smiled wickedly. "Let's see if we can get you a new record." Betsy's fingers curling inside Emi's dripping hole as her thumb drew circles around her clit. "I wanna see you cum for me, sexy." She growled, her hand working the raven haired girl's core rhythmically. "Cum for me, Emi"

The way Betsy smiled at her made her shudder. She clutched onto the sheets under her, the curl of her fingers rubbing in all the right spots to send heat zinging through her. Emi still didn't know, didn't believe that she was actually sexy to anyone, but her body was helpless to resist the pleasure. Her hips arched up again, a cry falling from her parted lips as her orgasm crested - her first that hadn't come from her own touch.

Feeling Emi clenched against her fingers sent heat straight down to her core, a gravely moan falling from her lips. "There ya go." She continued to thrust her fingers inside of her, determined to let Emi feel the entirety of her orgasm. "You're so fuckin sexy when you cum" She whispered, slowly pulling her fingers from the sub's core and sucking them into her mouth, licking them clean.

Emi shivered in the wake of her orgasm, biting her lip as she tried to catch her breath. "I... am?" she asked, honestly wondering, her eyes fixed on where Betsy was licking her fingers clean. Sitting up, she reached for Betsy, drawing the switch into a kiss to taste herself on her lips. "Fuck, you taste even better now," she said with a smirk.

Betsy embraced the kiss, her tongue pushing roughly into the other's mouth as she climbed onto the bed again to straddle the girl. "I'm gonna keep fucking you until you believe how fucking sexy you are." She growled, tweaking perky nipples between her fingers. The switch rocked her hips against Emi's as she worked her ample breasts, taking them into her petite hands while her body reacted to the friction. Her mouth met the raven haired girl's nipples again, drawing slow circles around one while her free hand circled and pinched the other.

She chuckled breathlessly, running her hands up Betsy's sides. "That doesn't give me much motivation to admit it," she pointed out. Her back arched again into the touch of her hands working her nipples. They felt even more sensitive now after her peak, so she couldn't help but moan and squirm under the attention. "Jesus f-fuck... you look so hot," she breathed, tilting her head down to watch Betsy suck on her nipples, heat pooling between her thighs again. Emi managed to shift, easing her thigh between Betsy's to rub against her core.

“You see right through me” Betsy teased her teeth grazing over Emi’s sensitive nipple. The compliment causing her juices to drip from her core. The pressure and friction against her clit caused the switch to jerk and moan through parted lips. She ground down hard on Emi’s leg, slicking her strong thigh. “Fuck…you’re gonna make me cum like this” Betsy said through gritted teeth.

A loud whimper pushed past her lips at the teeth on her swollen nipple. Emi reached down to wrap her hands around slim hips, barely able to focus enough to encourage Betsy to keep rubbing off against her thigh. "Want you to cum all over me, B," she breathed, ducking her head to catch her mouth in another torrid kiss.

"Yeah? Ya do?" dark eyes staring into the other's a fire erupting behind them. Betsy continued to work herself on Emi's leg, moans erupting into the other's mouth. "Oh fuck" Betsy exclaimed, her movements becoming harder, more erratic. Her hands cupping her breats, pulling at her own nipples. "Fuck. Suck on my tits" Betsy demanded, feeling her orgasm creeping up fast.

Emi sat up a bit more, one arm wrapped firmly around Betsy's waist to help her hump her thigh. She didn't need the order, and she definitely did not lean in faster when she heard it to suck on one of Betsy's firm tits. Moaning, she licked and sucked at the firm bud, her fingers tugging and pinching at the other.

Betsy was on the edge, grinding hard and fast. Just as soon as Emi's warm lips enveloped her erect nipples her body began to shutter. "Shit!...Shit!...SHIT!" Betsy's head fell back, her moans loud as they echoed inside her bedroom.

She didn't let up, licking and sucking at her chest, messily kissing over to the other nipple to catch it in her mouth. Betsy felt so hot against her, sleek and slim and drenching her bare thigh in the hottest way possible - was this how sex was supposed to feel?

Betsy's body jerked harshly riding out her orgasm. "Oh my god...fuck...babe." She breathed out, slowing the movements of her hips. "Fuckkk" Betsy moaned again as she looked down at Emi. "I'm gonna fuck you with my strap on." Betsy's eyes still dark and wanting as she shakily pushed her body off her bed and opened her magic drawer. "What kind of dick do you like? I've got long, thick, g-spot, real feel?"

Emi's breath caught, her head spinning. She wanted to fuck her? She bit her lip and spread her legs almost instinctively, already anticipating how it might feel. "Um... thick. Usually that does it for me when I'm by myself," she admitted, licking her lips. "How do you want me?" she asked, trying to sound more seductive than she probably did.

Betsy gave a devilish smirk as she pulled out her thick pink dildo and harness. She pulled the harness on, securing the black straps before securing the dildo. "You're so cute. Thinking I'm going to fuck you in one position" Her voice gravely as she positioned herself between the girl's legs. Her arms pulling Emi only slightly to the edge of the bed before gripping around her legs. Betsy stood up straight, pushing the pink cock slowly inside the sub.

She made a face at the way she was called cute - she wasn't cute - but the sight of Betsy with that thick toy hanging between her slim thighs was too hot to be mad for long. Emi squeaked in surprise, the sound melting into a moan when the dildo pushed inside of her. "Oh shit," she breathed shakily, licking her lips as pleasure burst through her.

Betsy had to chuckle at the face Emi made before it melted into a moan. "Yeah? You feel good, hmm?" She asked as she found a steady rhythm, her thumb finding the sub's clit as she pushed the pink cock inside her.

“I think - fuck,” she moaned, biting her lip as Betsy teased her clit as well. “I think that’s thicker than any dick I’ve been fucked with before,” Emi admitted, looking up at Betsy. She looked so sexy, confident fucking her like this, and Emi wanted to just let the switch wreck her.

"Yeah? You like your pussy stretched, sexy?" Betsy asked, cocking her head to the side. It pissed Betsy off that people thought Emi wasn't hot as fuck. The way her breasts bounced as she fucked her, speed picking up. The sound of her moans with each hard thrust. There was no way Emi was going to be a one and done. Betsy continued to thrust harder into the girl's dripping hole, her thumb pressing firmly against her clit, rubbing in time with each thrust.

“Yes - oh shit!” Emi tried to muffle her sounds but she couldn’t help the high, short moans she let out with every thrust inside of her. They only got louder as Betsy pushed harder, her head tipping back onto the mattress. Emi’s hips lifted, meeting each rock of Betsy’s hips to take the toy in deeper. “Harder - please, harder,” she breathed, knowing she was close but aching for that little bit of pain to drive her over the edge.

Betsy's mouth curled into a devilish grin. "You're wish is my command, sexy" The switch's hips thrust harder and faster, the friction against her own clit causing moans to escape her parted lips. The cries coming from the raven haired girl only fueled the desire to absolutely wreck her. "Do you like it rough, babe? Like pain?" She managed to say between her own moans.

She arched up hard, whining in pleasure as Betsy gave her what she craved. "Yes - fuck, yes, just like that," she gasped out, gripping the sheets firmly. Pleasure shot through her like she'd never known before, not even from her own hands. "Fuck, B, don't stop, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Emi screamed out as her orgasm hit, her whole body shaking with the force of it.

God, Emi was fuckin hot. The way she shook, the way you mouth fell wide open when she came, the arch of her back forcing the dick deeper inside of her. "Cum for me, babe!" Betsy's fingers now occupying her nipples, pulling and pinching them as Emi cried out in pleasure, her own orgasm hitting subsequently with the sub's. "Fuck, oh shit. Fuck fuck fuck!" Betsy's cries as loud as the other's, reverberating off the walls. Her hips jerked with every thrust, slowing her rhythm, head falling to her chest. "Babe...fuck. You're so fuckin hot. Especially when you cum for me."

Emi watched Betsy shudder and scream through her own peak. Even though she'd cum twice already, there was a lingering hunger inside of her that ached for more. the thick stretch of the toy still buried in her dripping hole was perfect, and she reached up to run her fingers through Betsy's hair, still trying to catch her breath. "So are you... fuck, B, why haven't we fucked before? I'm not going to be able to look at you again without wanting you to sit on my face," she huffed through a laugh.

Betsy pushed her head toward the soft touch of Emi's fingers in her hair. Emi didn't know how much she loved that kind of touch, not that she was going to admit that now. "I don't know, babe. But we sure ain't stopin now." The switch chuckled as she pulled slowly out of the other's dripping hole. "Mmm, I wanna fuck you from behind then I'm gonna sit on your face." Betsy said darkly. "How do you feel about squirting?" She cocked her head to the side as she crawled up on the bed for a moment, her full lips firmly pressed to Emi's.

"fuck no, and this totally isn't the last time we're doing this either," she insisted, though the words came out on a sigh when Betsy pulled out of her. Emi moaned softly, her arms wrapping around Betsy when she came up to join her on the bed, shuddering against her. "Yes please. to all of that. fuck me like that as long as you want, I love that position." Mostly because it allowed her to hide most of her body she was self-conscious about - no one had ever complained about her having a thick ass. "I've never - done that before. You think you can make me?" she asked, nipping Betsy's lip, hands roaming over her smooth skin.

Betsy moaned feeling teeth nipping at her lip. "God, I wanna fuck you in every way possible. The way you fucking scream for me. Fuck, you're so damn hot." The brunette's hand caressing the other's skin. "Yeah? Well, I've never not gotten someone to squirt before, and I'm also fuckin queen of soaking the sheets myself so we're definitely gonna try it." Her eyes capturing the other's. "I wanna do so fuckin much with you. I'm down for anything but I gotta know what you're not down for so I don't fuckin ruin this" Her hand roaming down Emi's stomach and back up again, her hand squeezing her ample breasts gently. "I can't wait to bury my face between these amazing things."

Emi wanted that too, for Betsy to ruin her in every way she could think of, but there was a part of her that wouldn't let her completely believe it. so instead she just grinned, licking her lips. "I'm down for that, good thing you have a spare room to sleep in," she laughed. Emi bit her lip, sucking in her belly without thinking again when Betsy's hands roamed over her, though she relaxed as those hands landed on her tits. "You can. Just don't like - shit or piss on me, or make me bleed out. Anything else is fair game and I'll tell you if I don't like something," she assured Betsy, reaching down to wrap her hand around the dildo she still wore, jerking it like it was an actual cock to make the toy rub against Betsy. "You gonna use this thing again on me, B?"

"Don't do that." Betsy warned her eyes wondering to the other's as she watched Emi suck in her stomach. Betsy fuckin loved how curvy Emi was and yet people had fucking picked her apart so much it pissed her off, wishing she could punch these idiots in their junk. "Gross, no. I'm not down for the shitting and pissing. I do enjoy knives but mostly I like it when others use them on me, so we're cool there." Betsy nodded, her attention turning to Emi's hand on her silicone dick. "God, if only I had a real one." The brunette moaned, her hips bucking up into Emi's hand. "Hell yeah I am. I wanna fuck you again. I wanna fuck that pussy until you can't fuckin walk, babe." Her fingers roaming toward the other's still dripping core. "But...I also wanna fuck this...if you're down." her fingers descending slowly to her ass, pushing her fingers between her cheeks, but not enough to penetrate if it wasn't something Emi got off on.

She looked away for a moment when Betsy told her to stop - not that sucking in her stomach did much. Emi was glad to change the topic though, to fun, sexy things they could do together. She chuckled at that. "If you had a real one I don't think you'd let me off of it much," she teased back. A moan caught in her throat, heat spiking up low in her belly, feeling almost completely drunk again on how much Betsy seemed to want to tear her apart. The answer to her question was obvious as even the slightest touch to her ass had Emi whimpering, a flush lifting in her cheeks. 'Yes. Absolutely yes. Maybe with something a little smaller but you can fuck all of my holes, even after I'm whimpering and begging you to stop," Emi promised, lifting her hips into the touch.

"Fuck, you're right. I'd want my cock ta be the only one you suck and fuck. Unless I get to watch" She teased with a smirk as she pressed two fingers between Emi's cheeks, pressing softly on her little button. "Of course, babe." Betsy kissed the girl's stomach before the other had the chance to suck in, giving the other a smile as she stood and changed out her dildos and grabbed her lube. "Ohhhh...just remember you said that." Her voice gravely. "Turn over, ass up."

Emi chuckled at that, the sound melting into a sweet whimper when Betsy teased her hole harder. "So demanding," she crooned. She swallowed hard at the kiss to her stomach but turned over, propping on her elbows and arching her back to stick her ass up in the air. "I'll remember. Just... seriously, don't stop unless I say red or whatever," Emi insisted. Overstimulation was something she knew she liked on her own - and she wondered how it would feel with someone else.

Betsy growled. "You don't even know, babe." Betsy moaned softly at the sight of Emi's ass in the air, everything splayed out for her. "Emi...fuck" She breathed out, biting her lip as her core quivered with want. Her fingers between Emi's thighs, running slender digits through her still wet folds. "God damn, girl." Betsy hummed as she positioned herself between the raven haired girl's legs, her fake cock pressing easily inside the girl.

She shuddered at Betsy's touch, pushing back into the tease of her fingers on her core. "S'your fault, now fuck me," she groaned. The press of the toy into her had Emi gasping, heat rushing through her once more. It was still astounding her that sex could feel like this - that it could be this good.

Betsy moved slowly but rhythmically inside the dark haired girl, her slick fingers pressing firmly against her pretty pink button. One finger pushed slowly inside the girl's tight button, stretching her slowly as she continued to push the small cock inside her dripping pussy.

Another gasp pushed from her lips when Betsy started playing with her tight hole again, body clutching around the toy in her pussy. Emi whimpered, clutching the sheets tight and arching up into the feeling of something in both her holes. "C'mon, B, I won't break," she breathed out.

Betsy smiled a dark chuckle falling from her lips. She smacked her ass, her speed picking up inside the raven haired girl. "You like that, babe?" She asked, her finger pushing deeper inside the girl as she continued to work her soaking pussy with her cock. The switched pushed a second finger inside the girl, stretching her even more, the girl's walls clenching around them. "Fuck..." Betsy slapped Emi's ass cheeks harder, loving the crimson color her ass was becoming. Her mouth gaping as her speed picked up again, thrusting deep inside the sub with her cock as her fingers started to work her asshole harder.

The slaps on her ass came as a surprise - but a pleasant one. She let out a high keen, her back arching sharply as if to push higher up into the stinging pain. "Fuck yes," she gasped out. Her head was spinning deliciously, pain and pleasure mixing wildly in her blood. "Shit - oh my god-" Her voice rose on a scream, another orgasm chasing through her body, thighs trembling from the intensity of it all.

"Fuck Emi" Betsy growled as a surprise orgasm erupted from the girl. That only fueled her on, her fingers thrusting inside her tight pink hole, slowly stretching around them. She continued until Emi breath started to normalize. After a little while of teasing inside her, Betsy pulled out a whisper of a moan falling from her lips. The brunette pulled her fingers from the girl, replacing them with the tip of the pink cock. She rubbed the tip over her stretch button before slowly pressing the tip inside her.

Having both of her holes used by someone else was certainly more intense than she anticipated, but Emi already knew she wouldn't be able to get enough of it. She squirmed under the touch, another whimper pulsing from her when Betsy pulled out of her. "Oh fuck yes, B," she breathed, her core visibly dripping as Betsy pushed the toy into her ass.

Watching the dildo disappear inside Emi make the switch suck her teeth, hissing as she smacked her ass again. Betsy kept a slow, easy pace so Emi could get used to it before she ripped her apart. Her fingers rapping around the sub’s leg to play with Emi’s dripping core.

She jumped and clenched around the toy instinctively at the smack, the pressure and sting wringing another moan from the sub. While she appreciated the slow pace at first, soon she was squirming, especially with how Betsy was playing with her sopping folds at the same time. "Come on... fuck me," she breathed, definitely NOT whining even if it sounded like it.

The moans fueled her on, slapping Emi’s reddened ass cheeks two more times before grabbing them, listening to Emi’s sexy ass words. Betsy held Emi’s hips firmly as her own thrust deep inside the girl, a perfect slap of their skin together with every hard thrust to Emi’s ass. “You like my cock deep in your ass, babe?

She'd opened her mouth to demand again but then the sound punched out of her in a groan when Betsy thrust into her like she'd begged for. "Fuck... fuck yes, so good," Emi moaned. If she'd been aware enough, she probably would have cringed from how she sounded like a porn princess, but she couldn't care with how good Betsy was fucking her. "God, your cock feels so good in my ass!"

“Fuck, baby. God, you’re so hot. Oh my god.” Betsy’s voice hoarse and dripping with need. Listening to Emi’s moans and cries could have made her faint, the feeling it gave her. This woman was so intoxicating, such a brat and so fuckin hot. Betsy knew she wasn’t gonna let this girl’s ass go any time soon. “Yeah? You like that? Tell me again how much you love my cock filling your ass” Breathless, back glistening with sweat, her fingers deep inside Emi’s hot pussy, both holes being fucked at the same time. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat, just the way she liked it.

The praise washed over her, unfamiliar and intoxicating. God, if this was what sex was supposed to feel like, Emi didn't think she could go long without it after this. Her back arched deeply, hole leaking profusely around Betsy's fingers. Every part of her felt covered with sweat, the air heavy, and the world outside of Betsy's bed ceased to exist. "Fucking love it, B, fuck, so good!" she keened, panting heavily and thrusting back into the double penetration she couldn't get enough of.

Betsy growled at Emi's words, her body hot, vibrating with pleasure and need. She slapped the girl's ass again while pulling out of her slowly, teasing her hole. Then she thrust hard into her hard, pulling slowly out again, their bodies slamming into one another. Betsy continued to tease her, leaving her gaping and wanting before pummeling her ass. "Tell me when you're close, babe" She managed with ragged breath.

Emi trembled when Betsy eased out of her hole, fighting not to whine at the sensation. A gasp punched out of her though when she slammed back in, tits bouncing wildly with each hard thrust of the other woman’s hips. She was nearly beyond words, clinging hard to the sheets. She’d never felt this before, the aching, vicious need for release, pressure heavy low in her stomach. “I- fuck, B, I’m close, fuck,” she cried, shifting to rub hard at her own clit, chasing the intense orgasm she could feel building.

Betsy could tell Emi was close, her dripping pussy clenching around her fingers. She felt the other’s hand reach down and start running herself. “Oh fuck babe. Cum for me” she growled, her hips now vigorously fucking her tight ass. “I want everyone to know how much you love my cock!”

A scream ripped from her throat as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. Emi shuddered all over, drenching Betsy's hands and the sheets under them with how hard she came. Her fingers didn't stop though, rubbing firmly at her clit to draw out the pleasure for so long that it felt like she raced right through another orgasm, screams of ecstasy filling the room over the sounds of their bodies moving together.

"Oh fuck, babe. Keep going. Don't stop. I need you to fuckin cum for me one more time, baby. You're so fuckin hot. God, I need ta hear you scream for me, babe!" Betsy cried, sweat dripping down her face. Emi was intoxicating. Everything about her was so fuckin intoxicating. She wanted more, needed more. The brunette continued plowing the girl into the mattress, her screams of pleasure only fueling the intense fire in her belly.

Her thighs shook, threatening to give out, but she couldn't stop. Not with how Betsy was fucking her, demanding more of her screams. "Fuck - f- oh my god, B, FUCK!" Emi screamed out again, practically sobbing through another orgasm, her legs finally giving out to make her land on her stomach on the wet sheets.

"Jesus fucking christ!" Betsy growled as Emi came once more. As Emi's body succumbed to her last orgasm, falling to the bed, Betsy did the same, laying on top of the girl for a moment before peeling herself from her and falling onto her bed. "Fuck, babe. You're so fuckin hot" She whispered through ragged breaths. "I'll never get fuckin tired of makin you cum."

Emi fought to catch her breath, hardly noticing Betsy on top of her. Her eyes blinked open slowly, a smile touching her lips as she took in the sight of the wrecked switch beside her. "Give me a - second, tiger," she whispered back. "I think my legs don't work anymore," she admitted with a giggle.

Betsy chuckled, her arm resting on her forehead as she looked toward the raven haired woman. "That means I did my job, babe" She couldn't lie, hearing Emi speak like that sent shivers down her spine. Betsy smiled, biting at her lower lip. "You're literally, so fuckin hot." The girl said sincerely.

She grunted softly, propping herself up onto her elbows and looking over at Betsy, gloriously sweaty and glowing beside her. "So are you. We're doing that again, right? Eventually?" Emi asked, praying she didn't sound as desperate as she felt. Sex like this wasn't something she could only have once.

Betsy scoffed, a shy smile on her face. Shy? How was she being shy right now? Why was she being shy right now? "You best believe we fuckin are. I'm addicted." Her body turning toward the sub, propping herself up on her own elbow. "I wish you could see what I see, ya know. Like, jesus." her eyes wondered the entirety of Emi's body before catching her eyes again.

Emi ducked her head with a soft laugh. She looked down at the sheets, her insecurities quiet but not completely gone in the moment. "Does it matter if I do, if you're the one seeing it?" she asked after a few quiet beats, looking up to meet Betsy's gaze.

Betsy shook her head a little with a small smile. “Of course it’s Fuckin matters, babe. You gotta show people how much you fuckin shine”

She shrugged, though the curve of her lips didn't fade. "I'm not meant for the spotlight," Emi said, folding her arms and laying her head down, face still turned to Betsy. "Attention makes me sus," she continued, eyes crinkling over her grin.

Betsy leaned in and bit Emi’s arm softly. “I think you are.” She eyes still locked on the the girl. “Because you’ve never had good attention. That shits gonna change.”

The bite made her laugh in surprise. In the aftermath of their intense workout, booze and weed though, the sound was starting to weigh with sleep. "Yeah? You singlehandedly gonna change that, B?"

Betsy could see the fatigue in Emi’s eyes. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep but she’d never not let the other fall asleep. “Fuck yeah. If that’s what it takes. I can do anything, babe.”

Emi smiled tiredly at her. "I believe that. That you can do anything," she agreed quietly. "Mm. Do you have a clean bed we can crash in? This one is a little... wrecked." Color touched her cheeks at the realization that it was mostly her fault the bed was such a mess.

Betsy snorted. “I do indeed, babe” she pushed her spent body off the bed and held out her hand. “Come on, babe, I got a nice, clean bed waiting for us.” The brunette lead the other, both completely naked, into her the other bedroom before letting go. “The rule is, when you’re sleeping with me, like actually sleeping but also fucking. Anyway, when you’re sleeping here you don’t get to wear clothes to bed. Fuck that.” Betsy explained as she crawled into bed.

She groaned in protest but got up, following Betsy into the other room. The perk of being anything but a submissive. Emi sighed, falling into the bed beside Betsy. “Already giving me rules, I see how it is,” she teased tiredly, hugging onto a pillow as she stretched out on her stomach.

Betsy shook her head with a little laugh. “I’ve always been good at that” she joked, crawling into bed next to Emi. Betsy was utterly exhausted now, her body heavy but a smile on her face. This girl was something else. “Goodnight babe”

#fireworks #betsyadams

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logan's incredible reflexes

#my gifs #sanders sides #logan sanders #ts logan #ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers #sdlks i was lowkey so impressed w/ this like #he blocks so calmly...... that's v. cool of you mr logan #also hello ur local gif maker is back #the quality of some these are not so good but shhhhh #i'm v. out of practice w/ this if you can't tell skdlsds

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Bitch in Heat Stuck Under Debris Gets WRECKED

a miki mouse whorehouse collab, the m.list you can find here

cw: sexual harrassment, abo themes, dubcon kinda

as the poor quality picture can’t really show you, I got stuckage and I chose Bakugo with the finishing touch of making it ABO <3 It’s also two days late but shhhhh we don’t talk about it uwu also 2.7 words of pain enjoy

katsuki bakugou is becoming a thorn in your side.

you’ve both been metaphorically and somewhat literally glued to each others sides since highschool. it’s not necessarily a bad thing, to be quite frank katsuki is something of a deterrent in a world of second genders and pheromones— something you capitalized on in high school.

being an omega hero isn’t something entirely world shattering, but it’s a position that comes with lots of stereotypes— stereotypes you fought tooth and nail to fight against in your younger years. being one of four omegas in your class was...irritating, to say the least. lots of preconceived notions that you needed to be helped with trivial things, and while your classmates intentions came from a good place it was maddening. save for katsuki, back when he had no restraint with his anger and aggression, he didn’t coddle you like your classmates did. Labeled a brute for his actions towards his omega classmates in trivial interaction or sparring, you thrived on the normality— katsuki was an ass to everyone. Your omega was placated, finally encountering an alpha who wasn’t belittling her with preconceived daintiness.

it was easy to hang near katsuki, ignoring the atrocity that was his vocabulary. eventually like the rest of the peanut gallery that was the bakusquad, you just existed alongside katsuki— which meant that you grew on him. katsuki swears up and down that you’re all a nuisance but you’ve seen him go up to bat for all you at some point, you knew you’d all made some sort of ragtag pack with one another. this was rather amazing to you at the time, not to sell yourself short but you’d never really imagined belonging to a close knit group of friends— especially realizing that they understood when it was appropriate to step in for you. katsuki in particular had a knack for being at the right place at the right time.

During your second year you fumbled.

interning with miruko had its perks, a top 5 hero with raw strength, cunning, and the drive to just keep going— and an omega. landing and internship with her had been a dream, even more-so when you learned she’d been watching you since your first year because of the festival. bright eyed and eager, nothing could have dampened your spirits— neither katsuki and his usual moody behavior or the standoffish alpha from shiketsu. yes, you all had landed an internship with miruko and part of you was...worried? katsuki had never looked down on heroes based on their second genders but you couldn’t speak for the shiketsu alpha, both alphas interning under an established omega hero put your inner omega on edge— you didn’t quite know why though. but you chose to squash the feeling and enjoy your internship with who was essentially your idol and continue on.

then you started getting sexually harassed.

his name was omori kisai and he was the worst. hailing from shiketsu, known for their dignified schooling, he was far from it. salacious comments dropped when no one was listening, less that appropriate touching when passing by and just general ick that had your skin crawling and omega snarling. it was easy to brush it off as banter the first time, section off the awkward contact as an accident. The second time you made it clear the comments were not liked and the touches far from appropriate, after the third time you’d snap an insult or have to hold a trembling fish from making contact. but it was coming to a head and your suppressors could only do so much to hide your souring scent. looking back you should have said something, but your pride had told you that it was a necessary step to overcome and push through— that he wouldn’t be the last. it weighed you down, day by day, a heavy cloud that wouldn’t let up. one particular bad timed comment brought tears to eyes and shame to your entire being.

thankfully, as time would come to show, katsuki tended to nose into your dilemmas.

the day prior to the abrupt end of your harassment you’d been tripped up by a villian and had fallen a sizeable distance into a pitiful excuse of pond. of course, omori had taken this as an open invitation to mock you and then offer you his shitty hero costume cloak— not without hinting at you returning the favor ‘somehow’. yeah right. you had stomped off, unaware of katsuki’s presence nearby. come next day, omori avoided you like the plague and katsuki not so subtly stuck to your side like an unwilling chowchow— all growly and temperamental. but his constant presence rubbed his scent off on you. despite his less than chummy attitude, you weren’t mad; katsuki smelled like cinnamon spice and whiskey with hints of burnt caramel— absolutely overpowering yet decadent all the same.

you tried not to think about just how much you enjoyed his smell. your omega was purring about it.

the omori incident was the beginning of katsuki’s subtle hovering. though you pried the truth of his involvement in omori leaving you alone after offhandedly bringing it up to mina and jirou one day, katsuki helped you out of situations as invasively as possible time and time again. by the end of third year it was no secret to you of your classmates teasing of your relationship with katsuki; an amiable and prideful omega and the irritable powerhouse of an alpha. you brushed it off because...well you didn’t know why, but katsuki’s seeming indifference to the teasing had you quelling every jittery happiness your inner omega expressed at the thought of katsuki being your alpha.

now, three years out of highschool and beginning to climb the ranks, katsuki was becoming testy— and for the life of you the reason couldn’t be more opaque. you both work at the same agency, and due to the nature of your quirks you spend all your time together due to their compatibility. compatibility was a bitter word for you, katsuki and yours supposed compatibility had been talked about for some time now but the sobering reality is that perhaps you two were simply good friends— and now sharing your omegas endearment for the explosive alpha had reared its ugly head.

your heat was a week away and already you felt the familiar fatigue begin to lap at you alongside general moodiness. all that coupled with the annoying need to be around katsuki was maddening and sprinkling his own extra grouchy attitude on top and you were ready to snap. in hindsight, that should have been your cue to take an extra week off— instead you chose to once again to champion pride instead of your intellect.

you could have stayed home this morning, you should have.

patrol had been slow, not particularly unusual but favored nonetheless. face raised to the slowly dipping sun you couldn’t help but sigh, the warmth of the late afternoon sun was heaven sent-- you could sleep standing up with much issue. it remided you katsuki, strangely enough though most things did recently.

the sound of screaming and rushing feet shook you from your drowsy stupor. Set on alert, you spied the source of the sudden discordance and found several villains causing a commotion. quickly calling for backup for you before finding yourself facing a hulking mass of green charging you head on. tranquility gone, it was time to fight.

the ache in your body could not be more apparent but your humiliation ran more rampant in your system than any ache or pain could, your fatigue more than present as your body hummed with warmth. leave it to you to get stuck face down and ass up amongst the trashed ruins of what was an office building, weighed down between a broken desk and a collapsed bookshelf. the villain you had engaged with, some self-named idiot calling himself cruel croc, packed a punch and your bruised body and rendered office floor were a testament to that. of course, you’d done quite the bit of damage to him yourself before the entire floor collapsed underneath you both— rendering the meathead unconscious under a rather hefty pile of concrete and debris whereas you were pinned and to utterly weak to do much.

the thrum of your heat was beginning its path of vengeance through your body, feeling too pliant to get yourself out of what was otherwise easy to fix problem. you were feeling it, bad. the heat of your clothed cunt was beginning to become too apparent, unconsciously squeezing your thighs to provide relief to no avail. no, this could not be happening right now of all times. but as much as your inner monologue fought to try and will away your heat, the warmth was becoming too much and sudden breeze of wind had you trembling and whining. the feel of slick beginning to wet your hero costumes spandex set your hazing thoughts into sudden panic, if cruel croc woke up or if another villain came across you would they be above...the thought alone could’ve made you puke. flashbacks to second year had you bucking wildly for freedom, you wouldn’t let anyone have the opportunity for—

“ OI! Shitty ‘mega were are you? Are you—“

you stilled, biting hard to keep your mouth shut. your omega was whimpering, desperate for the alpha, HER alpha to relieve her from her heat. on a normal day she could melt into his scent, but right now? she could drown in it and die happy. with his scent getting stronger the closer katsuki clambered toward you, the more the head haze grew-- the slicker your thighs became. the whimper you let loose was pitiful, the need for some sort of stimulation to your cunt becoming near painful the longer you remained so close yet so far from katsuki. the pathetic little “alpha” you whined as you heard him quickly approach from behind would’ve been utterly embarrassing to you in any other situation.

but if you could have turned to see katsuki, you would’ve been met with the look of an unmistakably feral alpha-- pupils dilated to hell, fingernails blackened, and canines elongated and sharpened. but what you lacked in sight, you could hear and smell.

katsuki was the definition of an alpha as is, but the way he was pushing his scent out was like a big red sign that screamed ‘DANGER’. To you, it had you feeling utterly submissive-- if you weren’t already face down and ass up you certainly would’ve moved into position. practically salivating at the thought of what katsuki could do--

the heated palm on the globe of your ass is thought pausing, the sudden heated touch coaxing a sugary sweet moan from deep in your throat-- the small touch quickly turning to rough palming at your moaning. tt feels so good, but you want more. need more.

“Please, need more Alpha” it's breathy and whiny, something you're far from day to day but it feels too natural escaping you. mewling at the ghost of a touch over your clothed cunt, your blubbering when it presses harder-- escalating you to tears of frustration when it ceases. practically feeling katsuki’s harsh breathing near your cunt you begin to wiggle and wail with all manner of unrestrained vigor; chanting alpha and katsuki like a prayer and begging for relief like a sinner for forgiveness. it’s working, you know it is, if katsuki’s breathing is anything to go by but he refuses any further touching. you want katsuki everyday, but right now you need him.

“Only want you Katsuki, please it’s only been you,” you hiccup your words through a shrill plea, but the tearing of your soaked spandex sends an excited chill down your spine. your legs tremble with excitement when katsuki grips the tops of your thighs and spreads them-- revealing your drooling cunt. it’s both too much and not enough all at once and you wiggle once more, yelping from a smack to your left ass cheek. it’s not particularly painful, not even as katsuki rubs over it right after the hit, but it quells your wiggling nonetheless. you open your mouth to urge him on but he beats you to it.

“No one else, you got that ‘mega? No one gets to see you like this, no gets to touch you like this-- your mine,” he punctuates his declaration with two of his deliciously thick fingers in your cunt and you squeal, “ you got that? I’m your alpha, always have been always will be.” nodding despite yourself, you struggle for words with his fingers pumping in and out alongside the ghost of pressure on your clit “Yes! Yes, I’m yours Katsuki!” you babble your words already teetering on the precipice of your first orgasm. it takes a pickup in pace and a rough rub along your clit and your wailing, slick streaming down your thighs as your first orgasm crashes into you.

despite the pleasant haze in your head, you faintly hear zippers being undone and the shuffling of clothes. licking your lips, you perk your ass up as much as the heavy bookcase allows, purring in excitement like a spoiled cat. The rough grab of your hips leaves you gasping, feeling the length of katsukis dick along your thigh-- long and heavy. you're salivating as he lines himself up with your weeping cunt, ramming his entire length in you with little regard. stars shoot across your vision and your ears deafen, crying out at being so full. it feels wonderful being stuffed this full and you babble it to katsuki. if you could see him, you would see just how prideful and smug he looked-- only he can take care of you like this, none of the other shitty alphas can take care of you this well.

katsuki sets a rough pace, drawing himself out slowly like he’s aiming for you to feel every vein of his dick before slamming back into you. your poor cunt clenches sporadically, drawing groans and growls from your alpha and all you can do is choke on broken moans because the way he feels churning your insides is downright sinful. you felt a band begin to tighten in your belly, your broken moans evolving into babbling-- how good katsuki was making you feel and how he was the only one who made you feel this good. it spurred him onward, fucking into you with more vigor alongside groans of your names and his own praise for you. “Good fuckin ‘mega”, “Takin’ me so well”, and “My perfect little mate” were some of the praise you could catch and had you preening. All of it combined you felt the band tighten and you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing out. feeling the base of Katsuki’s length begin to swell, you could only salivate at the thought of being knotted.

“Want your knot Katsuki! Alpha I need it”

at your blubbering demand, katsuki faltered in pace for only a moment before a deep mix of a groan and growl ripped from his throat. grabbing and bending your leg upwards he fucked deeper and faster into your battered cunt, the new angle sending you hurtling into your orgasm. eyes rolled back and tongue, you felt utterly boneless-- momentarily brain dead before screaming out at Katsuki knotting you, his own groan of pleasure mixing with yours as he filled you impossibly full with his seed.

trembling underneath him, you were only a fraction aware of movement above you before the weight of the bookcase vanished from you. weakly you glance back up at your alpha. your surprised to see just how feral he looks, no doubt you’ve pushed him into his rut. whimpering as he moves down upon you, he nibbles and kisses along your jaw and neck before biting down on you scent gland. a flash a white hot pain curtailed by just as intense pleasure wracks your wrecked body but the dopy look of happiness pulls a low purr from katsuki.

you wanna say something, anything, but your too exhausted and as katsuki knot subsides you let another weak whimper as he removes himself-- feeling his seed spill from your battered cunt. he pulls a quiet moan from you as he gathers some of it a pushes back in-- and a glance at his smug face lets you know that he’s decidedly not done with you yet.

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Melissa Monroe, new Office Manager at Far Horizons Medical Associates, was back in the office after one day away. She’d taken the time off to settle herself, to get her thoughts straight, to wrap her head around - god! - just how fucking exciting it all was, now that he was...omigosh...becoming smaller.

And she was bigger every day...

She had summoned him - summoned him! - to her office, on this cold, rainy October morning. She’d told her girls to call him to her and he had come, without complaint. Her boss...or, haha, her ‘boss’...at her beck and call. Nnngh it made her squirmy. He had the title, but they..oh god...they both knew who was in charge where it counted. It made her feel every ounce a woman, dominating a man like this. It was early Friday and it was time for their weekly coffee date. Coffee, haha! She’d be feeding him more milk than ever, she thought with a laugh to herself - haha haha, it’s so funny! - and making sure he took off his jacket so she could see his thin, weak shoulders.

God!!!

It had been pointless, she thought to herself, as she sat up on her knees next to him on her office couch. She’d been calm when she asked him to sit. She’d been professional when she’d given him the tablet, pre-loaded with the new application photos and videos of a bevy of girls ripe for her team. She’d been dutiful, as she helped him out of his jacket, fed him his warm milk, and straightened his hair, set pillows behind him. But now, as she slowly rose up next to where he sat, she knew her “mental health day” had been a joke. She knew, no matter how conservatively she’d forced herself to dress this morning - in this vest, blouse, these pants - it was all for naught. In fact, the day away - instead of calming her - had made her jittery, like she was jonesing for a hit. She needed to see him, be in the same room as him, breathe air that had him in it. And, when she finally had him sat down next to her, as she felt herself slowly towering over him more and more, she knew she really had no control over these new urges she’d been having. Get a grip Missy, haha! she scolded herself, He’s still your boss!!

She straightened his funny little shirt collar for him. He’s just so small!!

”M-m-Melissa..?” Dr. J finally peeped. He’d been feeling it himself, secretly, this urge to see her. What was wrong with him?? It had gone way beyond just surreptitiously wanting to ogle her huge tits, her powerful legs. Admittedly it had started that way but now it was more than just looking for any chance to marvel at that god-given ass. He felt like he physically needed to be near her, and now after a day away he’d come to her when she called, obediently taken her directions, and had sat in relative silence. He felt cowed, and ashamed of himself. She works for you!! he told himself, Get a grip, man!!

“I’m sorry...just so excited to see y-...to be back,” she giggled, straightening up next to him just so, to get her breasts just under his eye level, “we have so much work to do, with these applicants, and I thought it’d be better if we do this together. Is it okay?”

“y-yeah, sure,” he replied, trying to focus his attention on the ‘applications’, on the images of these young, healthy, pretty women on the tablet she’d handed him, and not on the J-cups stretching the business blouse right next to him.

“I always get just so excited for our Friday coffee dates,” Melissa added, straightening her shoulders, “And you all dressed up for me...in a, is this a tuxedo shirt? You look so nice...”

It’s all I had that fit me; I wore this back in high school. ”Th-thanks,” he stammered, “and they’re, uh…’meetings’, not ‘dates’...” He was flailing, grasping for any semblance of authority. “...and I-I usually like to do these outside the office…”

“Oh, but why would you want to be anywhere else for our Friday coffee date?” Melissa cooed, scooting in closer to him, “It’s so cozy here, just the two of us. And it’s cold outside, rainy. So nice in here…”

She watched him shiver, even as he pretended to still be focused on the applicants. She could tell he needed her, needed her warmth. His little body was aching for it. It drove her nuts. ”But maybe we can do our dates at night…like, I could take you out to dinner…”

That got his attention!

Haha! Look at his face! Maybe, she thought, maybe she did just overstep there a teeny bit haha. But she was getting to the point where she couldn’t help herself. She felt reckless, she felt drunk on him and the idea of smothering him with her size. And she loved how nervous he just got. She just asked him out! And, she noticed...he didn’t say ‘no’.

Melissa laughed quietly, knowing his little personality was having trouble handling everything she was throwing at him right now. Realizing just how very much the alpha she was in this moment, she knew she needed to treat him gently, and couldn’t be too aggressive. “We can talk about that another time,” she said, making sure her voice sounded warm with understanding...and patient. She pet his shoulder, rubbed the back of his neck as she sensed his tension relaxing. “Now,” she began again, “it's been four days. We have, omigod, more than a hundred applications and we need to make some decisions.” She watched him nod, turn back to the screen in his hand. “I’ve put aside 20 that look good…”

With him still holding the tablet, she began to swipe through pictures of girls. Videos of girls. Resumes of girls. She would watch his face as a particularly pretty one from Hooters appeared, or a tall one from Evolution. “Ooo, look at her!” she would coo. She saw his eyes dart when the cleavage got too aggressive, and it would make her giggle. It was obviously - haha - making him uncomfortable, looking at these girls with his female Office Manager at his side. He was trying to hold it together, sound and appear relaxed, but his comments were becoming confused, his speech devolving to incoherent mumbles.

She swiped out of the applications. She knew what she should do.

”It’s hard to focus, with all this going on, isn’t it?” she enjoined, dropping her voice low, compassionate, suddenly tender.

”It...it is, kinda,” he answered. She watched as he turned back up to her, looking for some relief from the onslaught of cheesecake from the screen. Looking to her for comfort, guidance.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” she asked, words dripping with concern, empathy. She knew she could, if she wanted, flood him with her pheromones, make him feel the way she wanted. They were so close, though; she might kill him haha.

“It...it is, with...with…” she listened to him stammer, watching the little wheels and gears fit and start in his face. He was flailing, the poor thing, clueless and impotent, so adorable. He needed a woman.

”...with the divorce, hm?” she offered.

”y-yeah”

”shhhh, I know,” she consoled him, “it must be scary, huh? Life might get hard for men, without a woman, a wife. You’re all a mess, confused.” Her heart was beating in her chest so hard; he wasn’t even trying to argue, to be ‘strong’. She knew she could take him another step. “Here, I know what’ll help,” she said, “You need something to focus on...now, I want you to relax…”

With that, she sat up straight, sliding her hand from behind him, and began to unbutton her vest.

”m-Melissa?” he peeped, just the meager sound of his voice making her chest swell with pride, knowing how she was affecting him. He could do nothing but watch as she peeled the vest away from her chest and slide it off her shoulders.

In a moment it was laid, forgotten, on the couch behind her, and her hand was back behind his head. He was staring, she saw, right at her tits.

“shhhh…I know, sweetie, I know. It’s all so confusing, so hard,” she purred, “But relax...I’m here.”

He reeled inside when he heard himself moan, a weak little whine. He knew he should pull back, step away, recover whatever dignity he had left, but the sight of her mammoth bosom, stretching tautly at her sheer-thin, snap-up blouse, held him rapt. She was just so...big. So big and soft. Her chest in that moment was a safe refuge, magnetic and majestic, a sanctuary.

“Sheryl’s divorcing you, sweetie, it’s a hard fact to face but it’s true,” Melissa continued, “She’s leaving you with nothing, no money, just this job. And, really, she owns the practice, and the building, doesn’t she? So she’s really your boss. But she’s letting you stay, in the job, in the apartment she owns upstairs, right? She’s being very kind, really…”

She saw him glance down at the envelope of papers on the low table in front of them.

“...and she doesn’t need to be. She doesn’t have to be so patient. She just wants you to sign those papers, sweetie. Before she has to make things hard for you.”

She heard him whine again, and smiled as his eyes came back to her breasts.

“I’ll keep the papers here,” she consoled him, petting his hair and fighting the urge to just ease his face straight into her tits, “When you’re ready you come to me, I’ll help you sign.”

Her heart nearly broke in two when his sweet brown eyes then rose to meet hers, pleadingly. His lip quivered, he looked so distraught, so at a loss. “M-Melissa, I…” he began, trying to find his words, “I...I can’t…”

“Shhhhh…” she hushed him, “I’m here. We’re here. You need to let us help you through this. And the more of us there are, the easier it’ll be for you”

”m-m-more?” he stammered, obviously still confused as his eyes glanced down again into her bountiful cleavage.

Melissa giggled. “Haha yes, sweetie, more of me but also more of them,” she said, as she redirected his attention back to the tablet, opened up the images, “Look at all these girls that want to work for you…help you...be there for you...”

“Shanette, Katrina, Sammi,” she began, “Emily, Lexi, Bianca…”

His eyes goggled again at the barrage of women across the screen, all the legs, all the tits, all the hips. He had actually gradually started, in recent days, to allow himself to enjoy being surrounded by pretty employees. His business was suffering, the quality of care to his patients had plummeted, and his self-esteem had crumbled. This journey he was passively letting himself being taken on was - in more ways than one - sure to ruin him, but at least the view along the way was nice. Having his staff be made mostly of unqualified bimbettes, all high heels, lipstick and push-up bras, had its few perks. But what she was suggesting, bringing in all these...so many...it was like...like...

It was like an army. A swarm.

He needed to say something. “M-Melissa, I, uh, have to admit,” he began, the worry on his face plain to see, “I’m a little scared...bringing in all these girls…”

Melissa had, as she’d been watching him look through the portfolios of all the new girls, slowly been getting even more aroused, picturing him surrounded by all this estrogen, drowning in it. But hearing him say it? She nearly groaned.

“Y-you’re...scared?” she asked, husky voice betraying her excitement, “Of hiring women? Girls that are too attractive?” As she spoke, she’d been unable to help herself, and had inched in closer to him, gently turned his head back to her, back towards her breasts. “You think they’ll be a...distraction?”

Dr. J was struck speechless again, for the moment, knowing he shouldn’t be ogling the tits of his Office Manager. But, he was encouraged by her, and urged to reply as he felt her massaging the nape of his neck. “Uhhh...well, it’s not that,” he managed, catching himself staring at the outline of what looked like a black bra under her blouse, ”but more like, uh..uh, like, it’s a lot. C-can we afford it?”

Smiling under the attention, his obvious dumbstruck awe, Melissa continued. “Remember the Lean In grant...it’s so much money. Supporting female-oriented business, supporting women, giving them jobs,” she explained, “ And the more we hire, the more we get. The ladies at Lean In are going to take care of it all for you…”

Oh, uh, yeah, right. He knew all this. “B-but...where will we put everybody?”

“Oh, sweetie, didn’t you hear?” she purred, “Construction on the expansion starts on Monday. I have the company all set up, plans are made….here, I put a picture of the blueprints on here too…”

”wait what?” he sputtered, suddenly even more confused, more agitated.

Omigod how delicious is this?? Melissa thought to herself, relishing the astonishment in his voice. She remembered her last conversation with Sheryl, on the Zoom call along with Abby and Wendy from Evolution. They were about to show him, in spades, what women were capable of. ”Sheryl said to go ahead with it,” she began, trying to keep her voice measured, not betray just how fucking sexy this was, “tenants from the other suites are gone, we’re going to have whole bottom floor…” She’d already pulled up the image of the blueprint, and started him scrolling through the mock-ups, the digital models, the drawings of the new wings. They were beautiful, really. “The practice is expanding,” she continued, “offices for the new providers…” She flipped through digital images of modern, sleek medical areas, new hallways, big conference rooms, all stunningly more sleek and state-of-the-art than his current office. “There’ll be a whole suite, separate desks, just for the Evolution Study…”

“oh my god…!” he finally blurted, seeing one last image, a huge, classically majestic statue of a woman, set in a fountain, looming over an enormous new atrium. A statue that looked - jesus christ is this a joke?? - all-too strikingly like Melissa. This had become too much for him, this was too overwhelming. His brain, his sense of ego, were becoming fried. He knew it, and so did she.

She turned his head back to her chest, watched his eyes go wide again as she pulled him closer, diverting him effectively away from what was upsetting him.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” Melissa purred, “my blouse is pretty see-through, isn't it?” She drew a deep breath, allowed him to stare again at her chest. ”...and you’re looking at my bra, aren’t you?”

”n-no, s-sorry, I…” he stammered, face flushing.

”shhhhh...here, you need more help…” she said.

“oh my god Melissa!!” Dr. J blurted, his voice louder, more emphatic than it had been all morning as he watched - in a swift, immediate motion, Melissa ripped open the snaps of her blouse, pulled it away, exposing her huge, newly-burgeoned chest.

“O shush…!” she laughed, tickled to amusement by his panicked consternation, dropping her blouse in a crumple behind herself, “You’ve seen me in my bikini, it’s the same thing.” She sat up straight, posed her shoulders, and let him stare at the huge breasts she’d grown. “My door is locked, it’s just you and me,” she assured him, her left hand finding its way back to its place behind his head, keeping his focus where she wanted it, “It’s okay, it’s alright. I know it helps…

The two sat there, for a long moment, with Melissa idly brushing fingers through his thick hair and allowing him to stare at her big, big breasts. She was supported heroically in a black satin bra that was huge but obviously still too small for her, and she watched as his eyes found the bulges of her that escaped the bottoms of her bra cups. He seemed helpless to do anything else but gape, and looked down into the flesh of it all. She was letting off just enough perfume now to relax him, help him settle his thoughts. By the end of this meeting, she wanted him to have come to terms with everythingl. She knew he was close.

”Looking at a woman’s breasts is just so relaxing, isn’t it?” she purred, indulging him with a voice she knew would be calming to him, “Helps you forget all your troubles…”

She was happy with his response, and knew she couldn’t expect much more. He’d nodded, grunted something affirmative.

Melissa giggled. The poor thing probably felt all of two inches tall right now. But she had eased him into a nice enough place, and - if he actually was two inches tall - they both knew where else she could ease him.

She knew the time was right, and pulled up the pictures of the applicants for him again. “Imagine, sweetie, if we had allllll these girls here for you, too,” she proposed, putting forward her picture of what she wanted the practice to be, “imagine all these girls, providing for you, taking care of what you need. imagine how you could relax then, with all of us around…”

“oh Jesus...Melissa,” he muttered, still lost in her cleavage. He was disbelieving, incredulous on how far he’d let things go, how much he'd let her rise, how far he’d let himself sink. He was lost in her cleavage and felt helpless to pull himself out.

“You missed me yesterday, didn’t you?” she asked, giggling a bit and scuffing his hair.

He’ll do anything I want, she marveled.

I’ll do anything she wants, he realized.

”w-w-we’re hiring them all, aren’t we?” he asked, finally, resigned to his new fate.

”Mmhm,” she answered, and felt the world opening up for her...

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youremyonlyhope · 2 years

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Eve of the Daleks

I literally only just found out like 3 days ago that the episode was airing at 2pm and that 8pm would be the encore. So yay! Watching the show as it airs with the Brits for once!

Also, I love how it seems that Daleks never want to show up unless it’s New Year’s Day. For Thirteen’s whole run, the Daleks are like “No, let the Doctor be. It’s not New Year’s Eve yet... Ok NOW we attack”

Rewatching the last half of the Vanquishers and I forgot how much I adore Azure’s coat. I really need to make it.

Whoever this Jeff guy is, he sucks. Nick seems like a sweetheart Sarah looks familiar. And I don’t know why... Aww the goggles are back! Is the TARDIS going to redesign when it resets? Yaz is excited to run, and Dan’s so tired of it all already.

My wifi sucks, so wish me luck in this running without buffering. The quality’s gone pixely so that’s a great sign.

NO NICK! How many times does the Doctor have to come upon a dead body in their lifetime? “What’s a Dalek?” Oh poor sweet Dan. “Daleks learn” Doctor, I don’t know why you’re shocked. I was about to ask if we’ve had an episode where the Doctor died right away, then I remembered Turn Left, and the Astronaut, and of course Heaven Sent. Well at least they’ve all noticed the deja vu time loop right away. Wait. Did the Doctor know there was a second person in the building? Did she meet Sarah? Did I miss her discovering her body too? Why is it firing multiple shots rather than just one? I was scared this mom would have to hear her daughter die for a moment. Sarah, why run towards the Dalek... I mean I like the ambition but that’s not gonna work out. “Time Loop” “Time Loop” “Groundhog Day” awwwww. “We both came to find each other!” “Yeah... that was it.” Sarah come on. I love that Nick is more confused about inspectors coming on a holiday than the Dalek. Nick shhhhh. You’re digging herself into a hole. Don’t. ”Bit harsh.” Yeah... OK yeah Sarah you’re taking out some frustration now. Yes Nick has some abnormal habits, and it was borderline creepy for a moment there, but no need to go this hard. Oh god. Nick no. Yeah that door was never going to hold. I wonder if the Dalek heard all that.

I gotta google and figure out why I know Sarah’s actress. Ok as far as I know, I’ve never seen anything she’s in. But she did Task Master so that was probably it, I probably saw clips of her episodes on YouTube at some point.

DAN NO SWEETHEART NO. NO. Well I’m glad she came clean and apologized. Ew Jeff lives here? Nick feels familiar now too. Hmm. Why does Nick always die first? Besides this time when Dan died first. “Which particular actions?” Yeah you gotta be more specific. Yaz looking at Doctor when Sarah’s talking about good-hearted weirdos being keepers... amazing. Oh god. Nick doesn’t survive past five-to. I was right to notice it. Ughhh someone go get him please.

I googled Nick’s actor and I haven’t seen anything he’s in either, but he’s in a show called Dreaming Whilst Black, so I might have to check that out.

YES NICK!!!!!!!! WHY DID NO ONE DO THAT BEFORE?!?!!?!? Good plan. But did they say who should go upstairs and who should go to the basement? Well Sarah just died so you got restart again anyway. DAN ARE YOU MAKING THIS CANON?? IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING? SO THASMIN IS NOT A DELUSION?? Duck! They should have pulled a Nick and DUCKED! But I guess since the Dalek’s didn’t scream Exterminate that they didn’t get the warning it was happening.

BUT OH. MY GOD. I really wasn’t sure that Doctor Who would go there. They barely let Clara go beyond like implications of “There was one other man, but he was impossible” and “If you love me in anyway you’ll come back.” But they’re doing it! At least, they’re making it explicit from Yaz’s side. Oh my god. It’s happening. Where’s that Office gif...

(Also seriously, if anyone can point me towards any adorable fics of Yaz and Dan and Jericho traveling the world in the 1910s I will love you forever. I wanna see that bromance in action.)

Oh Doctor, love, no. Don’t yell at Yaz. “She likes you.” DAN OH MY GOD. DAN YOU JUST CAN’T SAY THAT. YOU... NO. “For some reason, you pretend to her, and to me, that you don’t.” Dan you’re really reading everyone like a book this episode. Good for Nick moving on. Nice, decoy. Seriously, the Doctor should wear a watch. Why does the Doctor never really wear watches? I want them to. Next Doctor, I want a watch in the design. And I’d love for it to be set to a completely weird time zone. Or like 20 time zones. Do it. Or you know, just let me design the next outfit. Very reminiscent of Martha’s 42 call to her mom. “Ex. Terminated!” That’s so cute.

Honestly I’m still sort of reeling from the Yaz thing and Dan being like one of your annoying middle school friends going up to your crush and telling them you like them. But a much more sincere version.

It’s all on you now, mom. OOF. That is... quite a demolition. WHERE’S THE TARDIS. Yeah Doctor. Feel some guilt about Yaz. Feeellll ittttt. Hey isn’t that the guy from the first episode? The Woman Who Fell To the Earth? He was scared of heights? I’m not crazy, that’s him right? Ok no redesign yet. “I don’t remember.” Doctor stop LYING. “She already thinks I’m crazy for traveling with a man I just met” Aww. Moms are always suspicious. “I feel like it was more of a meet-cute” Ok I can get behind the ship I think.

Someone under the SFX credits was named Rory Williams. I’m SURE I didn’t imagine that but then again it did get pixelly at that part.

OH THAT’S CRUEL. THEY’RE PLAYING TWICE UPON A TIME NOW. SO RUDE. Ugh. I gotta watch it. I missed all the Twelve episodes earlier in the marathon. I gotta watch this.

Anyway. I’ll keep proofreading and adding to this as I watch.

That was a fun episode. Still confused that the Doctor knew there were 2 people, but it’s possible I didn’t pay attention to the first few minutes since I was scrolling through some knitting patterns in true Eighth Doctor fashion.

Oh Twelve. You bring me so much joy. I’m getting distracted by Twice Upon a Time. “You still call it a ship!”

Oh my god. But Yaz actually being in love with the Doctor. Like... not just us wishing it... we’re not delusional... Oh my god... And sweet Dan being the one to figure it out and trying to be a sort of wingman but also to just get the Doctor’s head out of the dirt and see it for herself. Ahhh. Oh my god.

When is the next special? Will anything come of this? I imagine nothing can come of it since both Jodie and Mandip are leaving after the specials finish up. God I hope Yaz doesn’t die like right after admitting her love... I’m gonna be so sad.

Also, Twice Upon the Time using WW1 as a setting just to purely break my heart even more... still not over it. WWI always makes me sad. “World War One. What do you mean, one?” I always softly sadly gasp when I hear that line.

Anyway. That was fun. And I’m back to Doctor Who withdrawal until the next special.

Oh my god the way that Twelve just SPRINTS out the TARDIS when he sees Bill. And hugs her. I can’t handle it. Their friendship was my favorite.

Also I have no clue if that guy was the same one from Thirteen’s first episode. IMDB isn’t helping me right now and I’m too into Twice Upon a Time now to dig any deeper. yay!

#doctor who #hope watches doctor who #ignore me if you want #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers

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wallwriterstuff · 4 years

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If you're available I would love to see a Twilight request! The reader has a one or two year old child. She falls asleep with the child in a nearby playpen napping as well. Edward, Jacob or Emmett(Or even the Cullen family returning home from a hunt) arrive and find the child awake, out of their playpen, face covered with marker marks and in the process of coloring sleeping mom's legs. Thank you so much in advance!💖💖

So this took a while because I really struggled to think of a way to write this at first, but I finally got an idea I was happy with because it combines a cute request with some quality Emmett and Rosalie fluff! I hope you enjoy it chickadee :D

Dream A Little Dream

Words: 2756

Warnings: None, just a simple bit of fluff!

Summary: Emmett needs a reprieve from Rosalie’s temper tantrum, so he goes to check on a DIY project, only to find someone else is living their dream.

“C’mon Rose, talk to me, just tell me-“

“Get out Emmett!”

The door had slammed between them before he could dare say another word, but Emmett was nothing if not persistent. He had spent 66 years married to the woman after all and if he had learned anything from that experience, it was that Rosalie’s temperament was as precarious as an unweighted seesaw - he was confident she’d be cuddling him by tonight.

“Babe.” He rapped his knuckles against the door to the garage but the only reply he received was the loud and sudden blast of a bassline from the CD player. His eyes rolled and he puffed out his cheeks, exhaling in a huff and turning away from the garage to leave his wife to cool off. Edward remained seated at the piano, grinning down at the keys while his fingers diligently moved across the ivory keys.

“No, I have no idea what’s wrong with her.” His voice drifted through from the music room, carrying on the sweet notes of the song he’d composed. He hadn’t played for quite a while but it was a nice, soothing change to listen to the melody he plunked out, Alice’s sugary soprano harmonising beautifully with the key he played in. Emmett scowled in his general direction, moving through the house towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” Carlisle’s voice made him stop and turn, his hand on the door handle.

“Out. Rose needs space.” He answered. Carlisle’s brow furrowed, his expression troubled. Emmett couldn’t quite understand it himself. He had never really seen the downsides to vampirism, not when it had gifted him an eternity with his very own angel, not when it came with the added perks of agility and strength and speed he could only have ever dreamed of in his human days. He didn’t have it in to lament for his soul or whatever the rest of them seemed to do. They were vampires, and vampires drank blood – accidents were inevitable. So what if the Swan girl fell prey to Edward’s temptations? They moved on and returned in a few decades when the memory of her had faded, as they had done before and would no doubt do again.

It really wasn’t rocket science! They all knew the laws and neither option was a particularly bad one to him. Either Edward got a good meal, or he had a chance at finding his epic love, his Rosalie, and he might stop brooding for the first time in over a century. Rosalie’s desire to kill the girl was understandable but so was Edward’s urge to protect her, but Emmett didn’t need to be Alice to know there was no future in all the realms of probability that could ever exist where Bella Swan would grow old and grey. Isabella was destined to die one way or another.

“Be safe.” Carlisle’s words made him snort, a smug grin crossing his lips as he opened the door.

“Me be safe? I’m the most dangerous thing out there.” He quipped. Emmett left without looking back. The forest flew past him in what should have been a blur of greens and murky browns, but his eyes saw every detail. Each crack in the bark, the dew glistening on cobwebs, the smallest of insects scuttling up the stems of leaves…it was all a gift to him. He would kill for Rose to see the beauty in it all as he did but she never would. Rose had had all her dreams taken from her by Carlisle long ago, and she was forever going to be bitterly frozen, trapped in her own cycle of self-loathing. He’d burn the world if it put the faintest smile on her face; had taken her to the most incredible places with the most astounding views, bought jewellery so expensive it made even the richest men shudder in disgust at his actions. The one thing that would make his love truly happy was the one thing he could never give her, but he had been thinking of ways to at least soften the heartache.

There was a house (a small ramshackle thing a few miles out from their own sleek residence) that he’d visited once or twice. He’d taken photos and done some minor fixing up of the place, making sure the roof no longer leaked, that the walls were weather-proof and so on. Emmett had laid floors, plastered walls…he’d made the small house viable once more and the only thing he had yet to do was take down a portioning wall between what he envisioned would be the kitchen and lounge space. It would be his anniversary gift to Rosalie, a place she could truly make her own, where she could build her own home. There may not be little feet pattering on the wooden floors, but he could give her two out of three couldn’t he? Renew their vows so they were confirmed husband and wife once more, help build her a home…

He slowed when he neared the site, his nose twitching. Emmett inhaled deeply, an odd mix of smells drifting up his nose. He didn’t remember peonies, and…was that lavender? Emmett approached his little project cautiously, straining all his senses to read his environment, predatorial instincts rising to the surface. A heartbeat, odd rhythm…no, two heartbeats? One slower, one faster, neither the same sort of pace or rhythm as any animal roaming the woods. Humans then? Emmett frowned deeply, struggling to understand why hikers would come all the way out here as he picked his way over the tree roots trying to trip him up, hand dragging over moss covered bark.

A billow of white was the first thing he saw, a sheet in the light breeze. It fluttered, surrounded by bright coloured clothes much too small to be adult sizes, and damp towels. There had been a brief moment of sun this morning but Emmett still had to scoff. Whoever had stolen his project from him was clearly no native to Forks or they’d have known better than to hang their laundry on the line at the slightest bit of sun. Sunshine rarely lasted in Forks. Emmett paused, looking at the fence now enclosing the house he had transformed with his own bare hands. He definitely hadn’t put that up, nor did he recall painting a fence bright green. He hadn’t installed a laundry line either but someone had driven that stake into the ground, the line coming from some sort of contraption nailed into the exterior of the house.

Someone was definitely living in his DIY project, and he was not-

“Shhhhh!”

Emmett was paralysed briefly by the little giggle that followed. It was a soft sound, full of innocence he could never recall having, and it came attached to the sound of scratching and squeaking. His brows pulled low over golden irises, his body moving of its own accord. It had to be a child, but who would leave a child alone in front of their house? Was it even supervised? His curiosity had piqued and though he wanted to be frustrated he just couldn’t be. Maybe Rose wouldn’t ever get to live in this house with him but someone else had clearly made it their home, someone who had achieved the dream Rose had always wanted. He wasn’t quite sure how he had managed it but he had to sigh, because only he could attempt to resolve his wife’s bitter disposition and end up adding to it instead.

He didn’t recognise her. From the exterior alone Emmett could tell that in the few weeks it had been since he’d last visited this place, she’d put a lot of effort into making the house a home. The outside had a fresh lick of paint, the windows clean and windowpanes a freshly painted grey, the front door a bright green to match the fence surrounding the house. A wooden picnic table had been added just in front of the kitchen window, and she was sat folded over with her head resting on her arms, eyes closed and skin peppered with goosebumps. Stray wisps of hair blew about her face as his eyes tracked down her figure, noting the gentle, even breathing and the way her eyes twitched about under their lids in her sleep. Beneath the picnic table was the source of the musical laughter.

Emmett crouched, forearms resting on his knees and lips curling into a small smirk as he watched a curly haired little boy press a marker pen to her leg, scribbling a design into her skin. She didn’t even appear close to waking, but the temperature had dropped and clearly the little boy had escaped from the playpen across from the picnic table, the door open and the locking mechanism snapped, paper strewn about the garden by the breeze. Emmett could see the dirt under her fingernails as he got closer, a pair of gardening gloves on her opposite side. She’d clearly done her laundry and a bit of gardening while the sun was out, leaving her son to play in his playpen, but the little boy had seen an opportunity once she’d fallen asleep and took it.

He had the cutest little dimples when he smiled, green eyes shining bright with mischief. Emmett chuckled lowly, zipping about the garden to clean up the papers he’d spotted before approaching the picnic table and clearing his throat.

“Excuse me, miss? Miss?” he called. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion evident in them for a second before she jumped, straightening in her seat and watching him with wary eyes. Emmett watched her glance to the playpen, her eyes widening. He could hear the way her heartbeat leapt in her chest, the panic stricken expression she wore telling.

“Oh my – no no no –“

“Erm Miss? Don’t panic, he’s under the table.” Emmett smiled, flashing his own dimples in an effort to calm her. He was a naturally unnerving being after all and most humans tended to be either hopelessly attracted to him or deathly afraid – there wasn’t really an in between. She whipped her legs out from under the picnic table, moving so swiftly Emmett was left in awe. She very quickly scooped her son out form under the table and swung him onto her hip, cradling him close and closing her eyes. Her heartbeat began to calm, her breathing growing less rapid now she knew where her boy was.

“Oh god, thank you. I…I guess I fell asleep, the weather was a lot nicer earlier,” She shivered a bit, hand cradling the back of her sons head until he wriggled in her grip. “Not now baby just – really? Oh Damian!” she groaned exasperatedly. Emmett watched amusedly as she licked her thumb and rubbed furiously at his cheek.

“No Mama! No!” the boy cried, squirming in her grip. His face was covered in marker pen, a mixture of blacks and blues and pinks all swirling over his cheeks and down his nose. Emmett couldn’t help but chuckle.

“He’s a real mischief maker huh? He got your leg to.” He informed her. She looked down to her leg with another soft groan, her cheeks turning pink.

“Sounds about right. Have you ever tried to renovate with children?” she questioned, shaking her head. Emmett shook his head, his eyes stuck on the little boy. He shared his mother’s dark hair though not her eyes. Emmett wanted to be upset his plans for Rose’s anniversary surprise had fallen through, but he had been stupid enough to not check the market for this property and it had gone to someone who clearly needed it, though the property was fairly out of the way and an odd choice for a young woman and her child. She seemed intent on making it somewhere nice to live for them both though, and for that he couldn’t fault her.

“Never had any of my own, but your boy sure is a handsome guy. I did renovate this place though, I’m glad it went to someone who needed it.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Her eyes widened, the surprise in them obvious.

“Oh! It was you! The real estate agent said they had no clue who had started the renovation’s, but it didn’t stop them selling it to me…we didn’t know it was taken.” She bit her lip, hoisting her son higher up on her hip. Damian was still wriggling slightly, looking up at Emmett with wide, curious eyes. It was clear what she was worrying about it, but Emmett shook his head, hands held up before her.

“It’s yours, really, me and my wife live nearby, this was a second property we didn’t really need. It wasn’t like I checked it was for sale or anything either, you won it fair and square.” He promised. The relief was palpable in her eyes as her son squirmed again. She set him down, hand running through his curls briefly before he darted back into the house. She watched him go with a small smile.

“Well I’d be happy to give you the tour of the place, if you like? Show you what I’ve done with it Mr….”

“Cullen, Emmett Cullen.” He introduced himself with a nod, knowing his frigid skin would put her off if he dared shake her hand, and he didn’t want to put her off. Emmett’s brain was spinning a hundred miles an hour, and he was starting to form a plan. Rose might not get to live in the house, but she could spend time perhaps with the one thing she wanted more than anything. Her smile brightened.

“Y/N L/N. Maybe if you give us a little time to clean up first you could drop by later? Neighbours seem rare out here, it’ll be nice to know someone.” She admitted, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Emmett tilted his head slightly, glancing up at the house.

“Yeah. Yeah I er, would you mind if I bought my wife to? She had plans for this place, think she’ll enjoy seeing how you designed it for yourselves.” He said. She didn’t hesitate to nod and he tried his best not to feel too pleased with himself.

“Of course!” she agreed, and with a time organised between them Emmett sped off home to barrel his way into the garage. Rose was stuck beneath a car still, her BMW to be precise, though Emmett could never fathom what exactly she found to tune up on that thing – he was sure she spent more time under the car than under him. When she didn’t respond to his tapping on the hood, he pulled on her legs till she wheeled out, her expression sour and a smudge of grease across her cheek.

“Emmett.” She huffed. Emmett grinned down at her, completely unperturbed by her pouty glare.

“Rose. Come on, shower, dress up, do whatever it is you do, we got an appointment to keep.” He told her. Rose’s glare was enhanced by the way her nose wrinkled.

“An appointment? Emmett I swear if you’re trying to get me to go to marriage counselling again-“

“I’m trying to make you smile again.” He groaned exasperatedly. Her expression fell immediately, her golden irises softening from hardened topaz to gooey caramel. Emmett sighed, pulling her to her feet and reeling her in close. She was made for him, her body fit perfectly in his hands, against his. She was his shining light but she had been so dim since Bella had come to Forks.

“Emmett-“

“Rose, babe…I know you. I only have eyes for you. Who cares about some human? This family is immortal, we’ll survive it like we’ve survived everything else that comes our way. For one afternoon, just one, can I please, please have my wife back?” he pressed his forehead to hers, running a hand up and down her back. Rose remained tense for a while, but slowly her arms wound around his torso.

“What did you have in mind monkey man?” she tilted her chin, her lips a fraction of a centimetre from his own. Emmett’s smile returned.

“How’s about I take you to meet a really cute baby?”

By the end of the afternoon, seeing Rose smile at the young boy in her arms while he pretended to admire the newly fitted kitchen in Y/N’s house, Emmett started to understand what made her dream so beautiful, and so painful to wake from.

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #cullen family #emmett x rosalie #reader #Emmett is an absolute dumbo but he loves his wife #Rosalie is just stubborn #I bet he's really good at DIY secretly #this man knows plumbing like Mario

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