#the voice acting was fuckin insane

[sidsinning]

Can I just say I could not fuckin breathe during this whole scene

#the voice acting was fuckin insane #the deadness in Miles G's voice compared to our usual energetic and sweet Miles #the way our Miles is whispering bc he's desperate and afraid but trying to calm down and by the end #sort of realizes reasoning won't work after Miles G shuts him down so his own expression goes dead #the absolute insane coloring #the way the same shot of Uncle Aaron turning up the volume of his music in the first movie is used so menacingly here #turning up the music this time to drown out Miles bc this Miles is not the one he sees as family #Going nuts over the movie all over again #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #miles morales #across the spiderverse #sidrabbles

[king-col]

At the ashnikko concert tonight and ngl my lesbian ass is about to go nuts y'all this woman has me in a chokehold

#literally gonna throw my voice out at this concert like i did at her demidevil show when she came to silverspring #so fuckin excited to see her i love this woman and i know every fuckin lyric god DAMN #her opening act was also killin it that chicks energy and stage presence was insane tbh #col talks

[avephelis]

FAAAAUCK I CAUGHT UP ON CHARLIE'S NEWEST QSMP VOD EMOTIONAL DAMAGE 3 BILLION

#FUCKIN SLIME MAN WITH HIS INSANE ASS VOICE ACTING IM CRYING DUUDE FUCK #genuinely yelling NOOO THATS NOT HERR THATS NOT HER THATS NOT HER at the screen AAUAGHWWGHHHH GRGAHGRH

[gay-jewish-bucky]

tw murder

people who have never had a loved one hunted down and brutally murdered sure as hell have a lot to say about how they'd react the exact same if they were in t-ny's position and it's pissing me tf off, spare me your villainization of steve or bucky and your moralization of choices you have never had to make

#like i pray you never have to endure this hell but for fucks sake you never know how you'd react until you experience it yourself #and it's insulting when you act like the authority on this and invalidate my voice as someone who's friend was brutally murdered #the fact i can scrounge up more mercy for my friend's actual killers than you can for a character brutalized by nazis for decades is fuckin #batshit insane #tw death #tw murder #ranting #personcole

[ravenslvt]

☆ ryomen sukuna x f!reader ☆

cw: college au! smut! rough! degration! drabble

first thing you thought when you saw this man:

‘oh. i wanna fuck him.’

the way he acted like he absolutely hated you, always hiding a smirk when he caught you staring at him. his arms, his face, his muscles, his fucking tattoos.

“jesus. stop staring at him like that.” megumi would groan at the sight of you oogling the man. you’d blink up at him. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

your mind went crazy at night thinking about him. picturing him relentlessly pounding into you until you’re crying. a strong hand around your little throat.

don’t get started on his voice. the way he’d casually degrade you made your legs quiver.

“what the fuck are you looking at?”

the way you’d go over to him and yuji’s shared apartment just to hear him go “why the fuck is this bitch here?”

oh you loved it. and he knew it too.

that’s why when you stayed on yuji’s couch after a night of drinking, you casually thumbed at your phone, sending drunken misspelled texts to your friends.

‘hed so ficking hot giys’

‘seroudly i bet his duck is huuuuge’

your insistent typing got interrupted by a sudden groan behind you.

“why the fuck are you here?” sukuna stood behind the couch, looking over your shoulder. you quickly shut your phone off, turning to him.

your eyes almost popped out of your head at the sight of his shirtless chest.

you hadn’t even changed out of your bar clothes yet, still in a short little skirt and a low cut top. you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your attire.

“dressed like a slut too. are you begging to be fucked or something?” he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. your cheeks heat, looking away from him.

“no… just didn’t bring extra clothes” your thighs clench together to calm the heat from down there.

he hums, walking to the fridge for some water.

“and i’m not a slut!” you work up the courage stand, to practically yell at him, despite how weak your voice sounded. this makes him turn around.

“really? you sure look the part.” he chuckles.

“fuck you.” you spit out at him, making him smirk.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he quirks his head, eyes raking over your now standing form. the way your skirt hiked up just above your thighs.

okay, you were fucked.

“fuck! s’too much.” you mewl into the cushion of the couch, sukuna’s big veiny cock pounding into your tight little cunt. his hands gripping tightly at your hips, his pelvis meeting your ass with a loud clap at every thrust.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he laughs at your cries, his tip kissing your cervix every time he enters you, fucking you from behind.

he leans closer to your ear, his consistent deep trusts along with your moans were the only thing that filled the silence of the living room.

“runnin’ that fucking mouth and can’t even take dick.” he growls, grabbing your wrists and pulling you back to bring your bare back against his chest. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting, all while he still had his full stamina, fucking into you ruthlessly.

you were embarrassed by the sheer wetness of your cunt, how the squelching noises proved how insanely bad you wanted him.

you whine when he lets go of your wrists, bringing his free hand to your throat, pressing you against him. using his other arm to wrap around your middle to hold you in place while he pumps into you.

“s’kuna!” you cry out, tits bouncing with every thrust. it was borderline painful the pace he was fucking you, but you loved it. you craved it. you spent countless nights fucking your little fingers imagining it was him.

“your pussy’s suckin’ me in like a fuckin' slut. thought you said you weren’t one? guess you’re a liar too.” he chuckles, hand tightening around your neck, partially cutting off your airflow. your hands go to reach behind you to tug at his hair, but he stops you.

“don’t fucking touch me.” he seethes, your cunt uncontrollably squeezing around him from the degration, making him groan and roll his head back.

“fuckk, you like that don’t you? so pathetic. suckin’ me in so well, though.” he grunts out between each thrust. you were so close, and he could sense it.

“g’nna cum.” you whine, hands gripping the edge of the couch.

“no, you’re fucking not.” he lets go of you, your upper body falling back onto the cushion below. you let out an exasperated scream when he suddenly pulls out of you completely. you crane your head back as far as you could to look back at him. he just has a smug ass smirk on his face.

“want you to beg for it.”

your mouth falls agape for a moment, but immediately closes.

“p-please, wanna cum so bad!” you try grinding back into him, but he holds you steady.

“surely you can do better than that, baby” his hand comes down to place a firm smack on your ass, making your eyes squint closed for a moment. you huff, pouting up at him.

“need your cock so badly, sukuna! p-please let me cum i need it!” you pathetically plead. you could feel the way you clenched around absolutely nothing, missing the presence of him inside of you.

“that’s more like it.” he quickly presses the fat head of his cock to your entrance, slowly easing in, stretching you out all over again.

“my own personal slut" he groans, feeling you clench around him.

his pace is even more brutal than before, his dick easily finding your sweet spot and hitting it over and over until you were practically drooling on the couch. his eyes glued to where you two meet, a ring of white around his cock.

your nails dig into the cushions below you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. you were probably tearing the poor fabric apart at this point.

his fingers grip at your hips, pushing you up and down his cock. you were sure he was holding you so tight there will be bruises the next day.

suddenly his pace gets faster and sloppier, his cock pulsing inside of you. you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, feeling blood bloom from where your teeth meet your lip.

“gonna let me cum inside? be my little fuck toy i can do anything i please with?” he pants out, groaning at the way you clench around him.

“yes! yes, please do! o-oh my god!” your vision goes hazy as you cum around him, milking his cock fully as he follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your weeping cunt.

you were pretty sure you blacked out for a second.

you collapse on your shaky arms, trying to move away from his unending thrusts. he pulls you back with a growl.

“the fuck are you going? we’re not done.” he starts back up again.

masterlist

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen smut #ryomen x reader #jjk smut #x reader #reader insert #smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #fanfic #fanfiction #jjk fanfic

[fuwushiguro]

idk why all these people are here in ur ask me being horny smh they have no class anyways can you please give me a smut where toji is just hot af like always and daddy and yummy and juicy and delious 🤤🤤🤤🤤😋😋😋😋😋 thanks mama 🤭🤭

anything for you mamacita 💕 (not proofed) tw: fingering, daddy k!nk, age gap (reader is 20s toji is 40s), spanking, slapping

Toji loves coming home to see your cute lil face whenever he's had a long day.

Doesn't matter if you're fucking or not, he's happy to just sit you on his lap, play with your hair, and watch movies until you both fall asleep.

But that obviously isn't on your mind today.

Today, he can't believe the beautiful image he's been greeted by, splayed across his bed like a perfect present.

You're in a cute little crop top and thigh high socks.

No skirt.

No shorts.

No trousers.

Not even a pair of panties.

You're looking at him with wet, watery eyes as if you're so damn innocent you have no idea what you're doing. Rolling around like you're so naïve, like you don't see the bulge in his pants form instantly as his eyes rake over each and every inch of your longing body. How can you look so virtuous and so provocative at the same time?

Leaving your intimate area uncovered for him. His favourite area. Your perfect little pussy that he's spent countless hours touching, eating, teasing, fucking.

You didn't want to waste time, and he knew that. Otherwise you wouldn't look like this, now. You wouldn't be giving immediate access to him if you wanted to fool around and skirt about the issue at hand.

You've missed your daddy.

"Oh, sweetheart, look at you..." he almost whispers, his low gravelly voice rushing straight to your heat. "Been waiting for daddy all day, hm? Need 'im to play with you?" he's asking, despite already parting your legs to expose the mess you've gotten yourself in down there.

"Mhmm..." you mewl, biting your lip as you allow him to take full control. That's the best part about being with Toji. He's so mature, so experienced, he knows exactly what you want and need better than you. He knows how to touch, how to fuck, how to make you squirm and make a mess of yourself. You couldn't possibly leave him even if you wanted to, no one else could ever make you feel as good.

"Such a messy little cunt... been touchin' all day waiting for me? Hm?" he wonders.

"A little..."

"You know you aren't allowed to touch without permission." he delivers a wet slap to your throbbing clit. The contact makes you jolt, but looking at his aged scar curling up into a menacing smirk makes you smile too. "Naughty... shouldn't be enjoyin' getting touched like that." he tells you, slapping your pussy once more.

"C-Can't help it... love you t'much... love everything you do t'me..." you squirm, biting your lip again as you await his response.

He smirks again before looking down between your thighs. He spreads open your lips, coating his fingers slowly with your slick before removing them. He parts his fingers to see the webbing between them again and again. The spreading creating a tacky sound the rushes straight to his aching cock.

"All this for me, baby?" he smiles, honestly. "You really do love me."

"Mmm, mhmmn, I do... really love you, daddy."

"Or maybe..." he thinks, stuffing a singular finger into your tight warmth. "Maybe you just love daddy's cock." he considers, though the accusation scares you, it doesn't stop him from pumping his finger in and out of you. And it certainly doesn't stop you from moaning around it.

He watches as you throw your head back from the delicious stretch this one single finger is causing. Each and every pump of his finger driving you insane. You don't think you'd be acting like such a pornstar if you'd have relieved yourself at all today. But you wanted to be as good of a girl you could for your daddy. You wanted him to cure what ailed you, you know he makes you cum better than you do anyway.

"So fuckin' wet... hear how she's talkin' to me?" he asks, referring to the obnoxious squelch sounding around the room with each pummel of his finger. He wastes no time sliding in a second, jaw hanging low as everything becomes louder.

The squelching, your moans, his breath.

"It's 'cause she loves me, yeah?" he uses his free hand to spank your clit. "Answer me. Who does she belong to?"

"Y-You, daddy, p-promise." you manage to squeak out as he continues to press his fingers into your sweet spot.

"That's right, daddy's pretty little pussy. She's barely even yours, she's all mine." he reminds you. Your legs begin to shake as it all quickly becomes so intense. He tuts as your legs try to close, denying him of what he wants and of what you need. "Aht aht, none of that." he tells you. He presses his body weight into one of your thighs and uses his free hand to keep the other spread. Your sex on full display as he takes a moment to swipe his heavy fingers over your clit for a moment before shoving his fingers in deeply once again.

"S'too much! Too much, d-daddy! C-Can't!" you try to argue, but it's futile.

"Hey." he shoves your crop top upwards, revealing your soft, round tits. He doesn't take any time to admire them. Instead, he slaps them, but without any real force behind it. "I know best. I know what's too much, this ain't too much."

"It is..." you sniff, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Brat." he leans forward, pinching your cheeks so that your lips pucker. He kisses you deeply as he keeps fingering you. You melt into it, your body becoming more and more tense with each connection with that special spot inside of you. You're snapped back to your senses when you feel his heavy palm connect with your face. "Don't argue with daddy. It's not too much, baby. I can feel how tight you are. Gonna cum f'me, aren'tcha?"

"Mhmm..." you nod, dumbly.

"Go on, then." he insists. "Cum on daddy's fingers."

He pushes your legs apart once again to expose your cunt fully, despite him not looking. His lips wrap around one of your exposed nipples, sucking harshly in hopes of tipping you over that tantilising edge.

And it does.

He pulls away to get a front row seat of how your pussy gushes for him. Spurts and spurts of clear liquid dousing you both as well as the sheets beneath you. His fingers run frantically back and forth over your puffy clit, prolonging your orgasm further.

You've bitten your lip raw, and he can see how glittery and wet your eyes are as you cum for him. He loves seeing you like this, his perfect fucked out mess.

"What do you say?" he asks you.

"T-Thank you daddy, I love you. S-So much." you pant, chest heaving.

"I love you too, baby." he assures you. You watch as he frees his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your overstimulated hole. "Time to make daddy feel good, now, okay? Be a good little girl and take daddy's cock."

#toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #daddy toji #tw daddy kink #tw age gap #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[manheimsmuse]

Could you write smut for Ryan Baker? Like he’s jealous or something and is trying to prove a point

BEHAVE ; RYAN BAKER

a/n; very loosely based on that one scene in saltburn because i havent stopped thinking about that movie since i watched it.

warnings; 18+, smut under the cut, afab!reader, fem!pronouns used, fingering, pnv, unprotected sex for the love of god do not to this, ryan is a little mean, degrading language, second ryan smut in a bathroom my subconscious is telling me something.

“look at me when i’m talking to you,”

ryan barks out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to face the mirror in front of you as he bent you over someone’s bathroom sink.

scuba’s party, like all his previous parties, was insane. his house was packed full of people, most of them you never saw before in your life. you knew evan, though, and apparently ryan did not like that.

it was a harmless conversation, ryan was wrapped up in his own with friends of his you didn’t know so when evan approached you you welcomed the opportunity to do something other than stand there looking pretty. you spoke about nothing in hindsight, laughed at some dumb jokes he made and let his flirty comments fly over your head with no acknowledgment.

ryan acknowledged them though, joining your conversation after evan’s second comment on your appearance. five minutes later he’d dragged you into the downstairs bathroom and was pushing your dress up around your hips.

“you think it’s cute, hm? letting some loser jock paw at you like that?”

he repeated his question, one hand remaining on your face as the other found home between your legs, his middle and ring fingers finding their way inside you easily.

you gasp in response, knuckles whitening as you grip the ceramic basin. you always knew ryan was jealous, always worried that someone better would come along and you’d drop him in a heartbeat.

“answer me, angel.”

ryan demands, fingers curling inside you and eliciting a moan from your throat.

“he - he didn’t touch me.”

you challenge, refusing to give in so quickly and give him the answer he wants.

“you think you’re fuckin’ funny, huh?”

he chuckles, fingers moving at a pace that has your jaw hung open and your noises becoming more frequent.

“i think you’re acting like a slut. couldn’t handle not having my attention for five seconds? that desperate that you’d let that neanderthal speak to you like that?”

“ryan, ‘m gonna — no, wait!”

you whine as he retracts his fingers, cursing yourself for letting him know that you were about to cum already.

“what? you think i’m gonna reward that behaviour?”

he laughs, not his usual sweet laugh, but a laugh that lets you know you’re in trouble. his middle finger comes back to slowly circle your clit as he releases his grip on your face to undo his belt.

“ryan.”

“are you gonna behave, angel?”

his voice is almost gentle as he shoves his jeans down just enough to free himself, applying the slightest bit more pressure to your aching clit.

“ryan, please.”

“i said. are you going to behave?”

as he repeats himself he teases your entrance with the head of his cock, grinning at the way your body reacts to such a small gesture.

“i’ll behave.”

you agree desperately, frantically nodding your head in the hopes your answer has satisfied him enough to give you what you want.

“that’s a good girl,”

he groans, pushing into with one motion that has you crying out loud enough you wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard you.

“gonna fuck that attitude right out of you while i’m at it too.”

#manheimsmuse #milo manheim #milo manheim x reader #ryan baker #ryan baker x reader #ryan baker smut #ryan thanksgiving #thanksgiving movie #thanksgiving

[tainted-liquor]

'La Princesa De Mi Corazon⋆˙⟡♡

E42!Miles Morales x Daddy's Girl!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles ! TWs: Cursing, realistic teenage dates (he didn't spend no 5k cmon now) W/C: 2.4k A/N: This can be read as an autistic reader if u squint rllly hard ! Another lovely request I got!! Enjoy luvs

For as long as you can remember, you've never actually been told the word "no" by your father. When your mother didn't wanna get something for you, you'd just ask your dad! Since you were the youngest and first daughter in your parent's long line of sons, with you having 4 older brothers, there were times when you didn't even have to ask, it was just yours before you could even think about it. Clothes, phones, shoes, makeup, perfume, all of it was yours. You were a daddy's money girl, with everything in the world right at your fingertips. So naturally, you tended to avoid serious relationships with boys due to your insanely high standards that had been curated since birth. Until you met him, Miles.

Miles was the complete opposite of you and your aesthetic. Where you were giddy and childish, he was serious and mature. You possessed everything under the sun in the shade of pink, where he barely had anything besides black and purples in his closet. Originally he didn't fuckin' like you, like, at all. He thought you were a 'spoiled air-headed dressed up money drowned bimbo' due to his experience in 'working' with rich people. They all seemed to act the same way and wanted the exact same thing, money or power.

But that view dropped immediately when he saw you interact with others. You weren't rude, you definitely weren't stupid, and you were the kindest most giving person he had ever seen before. People all in your circle constantly praised you for how sisterly you were, handing out gifts and words of wisdom like candy. Your only 'flaw' was your ignorance, living blind to the world around you due to being so heavily protected by your father. Sure, there was crime everywhere and New York was a walking murderhouse, but you didn't know that!

You were casually talking to one of your best friends Brenna when you bumped into someone, knocking you straight on your ass and causing him to stumble back a little. "I am so so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" you empathized as you picked yourself up and immediately offered to help the stranger. He shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket as he spoke, his voice quiet and steady as he did. "Oh my bad, It's all good. Just be careful." You gave him a warm smile and a brief nod before setting off again, assuming that would be the last time you two spoke. And damn were you wrong.

The next time you'd see Miles, you were at the mall the following Saturday with a shit ton of bags in your hands. You practically skipped through the concourses of the mall, smiling and giggling with Brenna. You were in a brand new off-white dress and rounded the corner to see Miles waiting for a Cinnabon in line. As soon as you saw the blue and white logo of the bakery, and the smell of sweet sugar and baked goods kissed the tip of your nose, you stopped what you were doing and stood behind the familiar set of twin braids. "Hey, Miles!"

Miles looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening a fraction when he saw over 10 bags on each of your arms. "Yo…what's up with all your bags? You don't feel your circulation gettin' cut off?" he asked with a bewildered expression, "Damn, how much money you spent here?" he gawked. Truth is, you weren't sure. All your dad said was to have fun and he didn't necessarily…give you an amount to spend, he just handed you the card and told you the PIN. "I actually don't know. This has to be a minimum of 600 dollars, Daddy just kinda told me to have fun with it!" You shrugged like that was completely normal.

Miles stared for a minute, analyzing the 20 bags you had in total from various stores. he sighed with a small smirk, shaking his head in disbelief as you sort of merged with his spot in line. Neither of you realized, but you unknowingly recruited Miles in your shenanigans at the mall as soon as you both left the bakery with a series of sweets. You three set off to the nearby sneaker outlet, buying everyone a minimum of 4 pairs of sneakers to match every outfit they'd ever make. If Miles didn't know before, he knew now that you were the gift god when it came to generosity and Daddy's money.

His entire perspective of you changed that day, with you more actively talking his ear off and surprising him with random shit you got with your dad's credit card. He knew then and there that your standards were sky high and anyone who ever fell in love with you would be up for a bullfight ahead of them. He saw how your dad showered you with absolutely anything you asked for, with you even having a real-life princess crown from 2011 plated with morganite and rubies stationed in a plastic case on a high shelf in your room. But as he spent more time hanging out with you or spending time over at your house with your brothers, it hit him like a fucking truck. He knew whoever found themself head-over-heels for the pretty pink princess of her family would be in for a fucking hell of a time, he just never expected it to be HIM.

The day he realized he loved you was just like any other day, with you speeding up to him whenever you saw him. Your usual poofy dress skirt flows behind you like something out of a Disney animation. As soon as he knew to grab you so you didn't send the both of you falling to the ground, he felt a sudden warmth in his face. No, not you smushing your face against his as you gave him a spine-breaking hug, but a new kind of warmth that screamed danger. He suddenly became aware of your perfectly fitting style and the way each of the features on your face harmonized perfectly to create the perfection that is you.

Even though you came from completely different backgrounds, you never ONCE in your life dared say something about his situation. There were nights when he would just watch you as the prowler, skipping through his neighborhood like you didn't hear any of the gunshots, screams, explosions, or see anything wrong at all with where you currently were. It's not that you didn't notice, but you were completely aware that not everyone was as fortunate as you were, so you had no right to look at situations that weren't identical to yours any differently. And despite how "uppity" you looked on the surface, you truly thought of everyone as a new friend.

You, on the other hand, were crushing HARD. On some, you actively got quieter and sometimes just shut the fuck up entirely when Miles was nearby. You knew that you were probably making a mistake by genuinely loving someone so fully in this age of infidelity and communication issues, but you couldn't help it! He was just so pretty and listened to everything you had to say and he never once asked you for anything! Ever! You didn't know how Miles would behave in a relationship, but you damn sure weren't prepared for it.

When Miles asked you out on a date, you were a squealing mess. You threw on a pretty pink dress and quickly threw your goddess braids into a quick bun. When your dad watched as you eagerly checked your outfit in the mirror, he was a little taken aback when you told him that you were going on a date. He gave you a warm smile, telling you to be safe and if he tries anything that he'll blow his fuckin' top off. You laughed at him being so overprotective, calmly explaining to him that Miles wasn't like that at all.

You silently pondered where Miles was planning on taking you. You didn't want your first date to be all fancy, because that made them look like they were trying way too hard. But you also didn't wanna sit in some random diner, either…you didn't know what you wanted. All you did was hope that he paid attention to any of your conversations as you patiently waited on your velvety couch. You immediately perked up at the sound of the doorbell, flying to the door and waiting a couple of seconds before swinging it open.

"Mírate! La princesa de Nueva York! You love your dresses, huh?" He asked with a small smile, bracing himself as you dove straight into his arms. You giggled as you did a small little spin, showcasing the new silk dress. "I was debating on a different babydoll dress I have or this one. This one just felt more fitting!" you shrugged as you closed the front door behind the both of you. Miles had no idea what a babydoll dress was, but he made sure to let you know that you looked stunning in this seashell shade of pink. You follow closely behind Miles, loosely wrapping both of your arms around his left arm as you begin to break down the various types of dresses, and which one was your favorite.

"I didn't even know dresses had names…What's your favorite kind?" He asked with a small amused smile. Not only was this the first time someone had actively listened to you rant about your love of dresses, but he made an effort to even ask what your favorite one was? Lord, he was in for an earful. And he clung to every single word you said like it was the sweetest of melodies. When you finished your long-winded rant regarding pink flowy sundresses, he nodded with a bashful grin. "So a puff-sleeved peasant dress made of chiffon?"

You nodded eagerly as you realized he had been listening to you the entire time. "Yeah! I drew it in my sketchbook a little while back, I think I'll show you when we walk back." You chirped as you slowly began to approach what looked like the most gorgeous candy store of your life. It smelled like heaven and looked just like eye candy. You didn't even get the chance to point before Miles gently guided you through the frosted glass double doors. You beamed as you immediately set off (taking him with you) toward some of the pastries.

You filled up two mini bags with various types of candy, croissants, and two rock candies, one in purple and one in pink. "Miles, what's your favorite candy?" You asked as you scooped gummy sharks into your bag. "Uhh…those sour airhead stripes," he replied as he grabbed two near-frozen sodas from the wide commercial fridge. You got two packs of his favorite candy and slipped it into one of your candy bags, skipping over to him to pay for everything at the counter. You rummaged through your bag for your wallet, looking up to realize Miles already had planted his card in the reader.

"C'mon, this is like, so much stuff! Let me pay!" you insisted as you went to open your wallet. He gave you a firm glare, zipping your entire wallet closed and stuffing it back in your bag. "You good? I'm taking YOU on a date, not the other way around" he asked as you intertwined your hand with his, allowing him to lead you back out of the candy store. You played back his words in your mind, processing each syllable and just how much it meant to you. You giggled to yourself as Miles told you that you were gonna go rollerskating before he took you back home!

There was no actual problem, you loved the idea of going skating with Miles! The issue was…you couldn't skate. Miles laughed loudly as he watched you attempt to meet him on the rink, trying not to bust your ass on the soft and neon carpet. You froze in complete terror, holding both arms out and vaguely resembling a confused cat with its ears back. Miles glided over to you between a fit of giggles, holding out his hand for you to hold onto.

You firmly grasped his hand, holding on for dear life as he slowly guided you to the shiny hardwood floors of the rink. "Miles I'm gonna fucking cry," you state, wide-eyed and afraid as your legs seem to weaken as he gently pushes you forward. "Alright, hold on mama. I gotcha, just drag your legs forward," he instructs as he glides forward like clockwork. He takes both of your hands within his, laughing as you fight back the urge to scream as you look down at the ground. "And here I thought you loved skating!" he laughed.

"I do! I swear I do! But I can't…oh my god I'm gonna faint…" you sighed as you wrapped both arms firmly around his torso, squeezing him like your life depended on it. "Alright, c'mon. Te ayudaré." he shrugs as he propels the both of you forward as slow as he knows how to. It was amazing, and your face lit up when you realized how fun it was to 'rollerskate'. You hadn't realized when, but you naturally picked up the rhythm of Miles's legs, adapting his style of skating slowly but surely. And when you realized you weren't even holding on to him anymore, your face lit up brighter than any star in the world.

When you packed everything up and returned both of your skates, you were giggling like a child and buzzed off nothing but sugar. You wildly explained how much fun you had and how you felt like a flying fairy on the skating rink, thanking Miles over and over for being so fun. He dropped you off at your house, holding a brief conversation with your parents as you skipped upstairs to find your sketchbook. You eagerly showed him the plethora of dresses you had cooked up in your head, explaining every one of them.

"Damn, you really are a princess huh?" He chuckled as you flipped through the many beta designs of dresses comparable to that of Princess Diana's. "I'll just have to get you one of these next time then huh? Tú eres la Princesa de mi corazon." he chuckled as you waved goodbye. You didn't know what he was saying, but you couldn't help but beam at the affectionate energy radiating from his words. He gave a formal goodbye to your parents before disappearing as swiftly as he arrived.

"I like that kid. He's very proper." You heard your mother exclaim. "Will he be over more often?"

You nodded eagerly as you ran up to your room to scream more into your pillow.

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[tojigasm]

I can't be the only one who's thought about DilfJake and spanking. The man is for discipline and would not have a problem with correcting his tiny human's behavior.

I am going rather insane for this ideer cus he would be concerned with keeping you safe and you just can't help yourself from acting on last minute decisions sometimes and he's just a stressed out dad trying to keep everyone safe!!

Jake's got you bent over his big lap, bottom already raw from the heat of his palm. You'd been bed. very, very bad. Ignoring his directions during an ambush was a big 'no, no' and all though you meant well, it didn't take away from the fact that you'd deliberately went against what he'd expected from you.

"Gonna keep actin' like a spoiled brat, m'gonna treat ya like one." his voice is laced with heat as he brings a hand down to your bottom again, giving you no time to adjust before he's spanking you again.

You can tell he's holding back from actually hurting you, not placing the entirety of his palm onto you but the sting is still there, and you'll defiently have bruises littered over your thighs and plush cheeks in the morning.

Jake slaps his hand down onto your bottom again, using his other hand to grab your jaw, pulling your head up when you try to hide in the crook of your arms.

"What are you not gonna do?" he leans over to look at your flushed expression - your cheeks are soaked in tears and your hair's stuck to your forehead. You can only sob and he squeezes the fat of your ass, the burn from his hits coming back in full. "What are you not gonna fuckin' do?" he asks again through clenched teeth.

"Ignore your orders, daddy" you choke through a broken sob.

He drops your jaw roughly, "fuckin' ridiculous," he mutters, slapping his hand onto your ass again.

You're so small beneath him he nearly caves at your small sobs and mewls, stroking a hand over your sensitive skin to soothe the ache. Slowly, he makes his way to your cunt, thrusting a finger into your soaked heat before bringing a hit down to your bottom.

This time you moan at the touch, the pleasure of his digits stretching your gummy walls and the sting of his hand pressed into the raw skin of your ass forces you to kick your legs with a cry.

"Hmmph!" you bite into the skin of your arm, earning another strike to your thighs.

"Daddy can do this all night, stop actin' like a fuckin' brat." Jake scolds from above you. And he's so mean, squeezing the fat of your ass again when you sob.

"M'not," you sniffle, too ashamed to look back at him.

"Oh, but you were," Jake's tone drops and you know a lecture's coming, by the way he stops his hand on your lower back, "what made you think for a second that directly disobeying my orders – orders, I have to keep you safe, mind you, would ever be acceptable?" And you know the question is not rhetorical.

Gathering up your pride, you mumble into the soft of your arm and Jake inhales from behind you, "look at me when I'm talking to you."

It's enough to have to turning in an instant, teary-eyes meeting his sharp ones, "I was being reckless, m'sorry." Sniffling, you wipe your nose with the back of your hand before you're blown out sobbing. "M'so, so sorry, daddy. I should've listened to you and I shouldn't have disobeyed your orders because i could've gotten hurt and it was selfish of me and i–"

He cuts you off by pulling you to sit on his lap, his arms dwarfing your size tenfold when he cups a large hand to your head, tucking you into his chest.

You're heaving with sobs, overstimulated and tired from the ambush and paired with Jake's anger and sting on your bottom, you can't focus enough to calm down.

Jake strokes a hand up and down your back softly, soothing you, "honey, calm down," he kisses the top of your head, "you're okay, m'not mad at you."

Pulling back, you look up at him and he strokes a hand over your cheek, kissing the tip of your nose. "You've had enough, m'not mad at you." He scoots you closer to him by the hips, cautious of your bottom, "but that doesn't mean you can go around doing that shit again. You could've died, sweetheart."

You nod at that, eyes drifting to your hands in your own lap, "m'sorry–"

"What did I tell you." Jake scolds softly.

Immediately, you look back up, apologizing once more, "I won't do that again, if I think of a plan that might work, I'll ask you beforehand."

Jake's eyes fall shut at that as he nods. Sighing shakily, he takes you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin, "I cannot lose you, baby."

He pulls back, cupping your cheeks, "you understand me?" And you nod, letting him guide you under his chin again.

He doesn't tell you much about his past or his family since you've become a part of his life. You knew of his mate Neytiri and the complexity of his relationship with her and how you fit in. You knew of his children, Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuk and the stray, Spider. But he hadn't told you much about the oldest, Netyam, who you'd assumed passed away some time ago.

A part of you harbored the guilt you felt for possibly retraumatizing him in the form of your own reckless action while another part of you was a lot more understanding of his fear. So, you place your hand at his heart and Jake's immediately cupping your small one with his larger one, keeping it pressed into his striped skin.

That night, when the two of you fall asleep, Jake holds you to his chest and you spend a few soft moments looking over his features. Imagining what you'd look like if you had an avatar or had been born na'vi.

"Why are you staring at daddy?" Jake asks, peeking an eye open to look you over. You don't answer, opting to just smile at him. Jake gives you a small smile back, stroking your back gently, "Wanna introduce you to Neytiri n'my kids soon."

A strike of anxiety settles into your core at that, "r-really?"

Jake nods, already falling back asleep, "now go to bed."

It was much harder to fall asleep that night.

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[disillusioneddanny]

People Watching (Jason/Danny)

Jason leaned back in his seat at the bookshop, his eyes no longer on his book but the couple in front of him.  They were around college age, from what Jason could see. He had started watching them when blond girl started laughing at a joke until she started to cry. It hadn’t been an all that funny joke, either but it was cute the way she seemed to hang on the brunet man’s every single word. From what Jason got from their eavesdropping, they had been together for four years. Or well, forty nine months since they had decided to loudly count out the months. 

She had a ring on her finger but she still called him her boyfriend. And they had talked about meeting in some class, metaphysical philosophy, the guy had supplied. Jason’s heart felt light as he listened to them, he was happy for them, he was. 

It was why he was watching them, why he was listening to the guy, his name was Jeremy, apparently, as he teased Hannah, the blond, about how she acted around the holidays. His heart felt light and he felt a longing that he recognized so insanely intimately. It was the same ache that he got any time he spent time people watching. 

He wanted to feel all that love and emotion for himself one day. Dreamt of the day that he would be able to be attached to the person he was holding, not just having someone warm his bed for the night. He wanted to fall without caution, to be so utterly in love with someone that he laughed at their bad jokes.  

He didn’t know if that would ever actually happen for him, though. How could it when he had screwed up so many things in his life? He had died, come back, become a murderer, a crime lord and practically ruined any chance he had at a normal life. Jason had dreams once upon a time, hopes that he wanted to accomplish one day. He had wanted to go to college and fall in love like the couple in front of him had. That wasn’t in the cards, though, not for someone who was still considered legally dead. 

“They’re so cute it’s disgusting,” a voice said with a snort. Jason looked up from his book to find someone taking a seat beside him on the plush couch, a coffee mug wrapped in their hands. “But yet, I still always get wistful when I see couples like that,” they said softly. 

“Yeah, me too,” Jason said quietly, picking up his mug of tea. 

“I’m Danny,” the man said as Jason took a moment to look over his new people watching partner. He was just a little shorter than Jason, dark black hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head. Jason could just barely see a hint of a tattoo peeking out from the collar of Dnany’s shirt. But the thing that really got him, was the crystal blue eyes that seemed to shine in the low lights of the cheesy hipster coffee shop they were sitting in.

“Jason,” the vigilante said with a small smile. “So, I’m assuming you’re a people watcher too?”

Danny let out a hum. “I suppose, I mean, I’m only looking just to live through them vicariously. I’ve never really been in love, at least not seriously,” he said quietly, his eyes glued to the couple, a familiar longing in his eyes. 

Jason gave him a small, tentative smile. “No I get it,” he said with a soft laugh as he looked back at the couple, the man now holding the woman’s hand in his and staring at her like she was the only person in the world. “I have a problem with cutting people out if they get too close. I end up all alone each time, but for some reason I just keep hoping that I’ll find it one day.”

Danny nodded and took a sip of his coffee before he looked over at Jason and gave him a kind smile. “It’s scary,” he admitted quietly. “To let someone get so close, to let them love you, even the bad parts of you that you try to keep hidden away.”

“It is,” Jason admitted, carefully closing his book, taking note of the page he had left it on. “It’s funny, I read so many romance novels, I love romantic comedies but to actually allow myself to feel vulnerable like that in my day to day life? It’s fuckin’ terrifying.”

At that, his new friend let out a soft laugh and nodded his head. “It’s so scary to let someone know me. It’s just so much safer to just not allow people to get close and know all of my secrets. But at the same time,  it’s all just so monotone and lonely,” he said, his eyes still shining with an unspoken sadness. 

Jason knew what he was going to say next was going to sound cheesy as fuck. Knew that there was a chance that Danny was going to laugh in his face. But he had to try, had to just give himself a moment to shoot his shot and see if maybe it would work. How could it not? Even if Danny didn’t know Jason’s exact problems or hangups, he still understood where Jason was coming from. Knew just as well at how terrifying it was to let someone know him. 

“I know we just met, and I started this conversation in a really depressing way,” Danny started, turning to fully look at Jason. “But I actually came over here to get to know you. I saw you when I was ordering my coffee and I just, I wanted to get to know you,” he said before his face turned a bright red as he looked down at his coffee and blushed. “I’m sorry, I’m being weird.”

“No,” Jason said with a small smile. “You’re not, not at all. I’d like to keep talking to you. You get it,” he said, feeling his own cheeks heat up slightly at the admission. 

“I get it,” Danny asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Jason just snorted and shook his head. “What are you reading?”

“Anna Karenina,” Jason admitted, showing the cover. “It’s considered one of the greatest pieces of literature ever written.”

Danny smiled, a beautiful thing showing off dimples in his cheeks. “Tell me about it? I’ve never read it.”

A wide grin spread on Jason’s face as he launched into an in depth summary about Anna Karenina and why it was one of his favorite novels of all time. 

Somehow a coffee meet cute turned into a coffee date, and then a coffee date turned into a dinner date. The dinner date led to Danny inviting Jason over for dinner and a movie. And that led to book dates and movie dates, it turned into spending more days at Danny’s house than he did at his safe houses. It led to nights in bed, the lights out and the blankets over their heads as they learned each others deepest secrets, whispering childhood stories and childhood traumas to one another in the safety of the dark. 

Jason found himself falling more and more as each day passed by. He found himself holding Danny in his arms as he dreamed about a house behind a picket fence, and started building a home for himself in Danny’s embrace. 

“I love you,” was whispered between the two of them late at night. Soon Jason found himself meeting Danny’s family, a sister and two best friends who were like siblings to him. And Danny found himself being dragged to the manor to meet the insane hoard of siblings and an emotionally repressed father. 

Secrets were passed between them, talks about their deaths, their lives as teen heroes, the desire to just have something normal. That led to the agreement of being one another’s something normal. 

It eventually led to Jason moving into Danny’s home, boxes carried between them and friends as they unpacked Jason’s things and melded their lives together. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Danny said with a laugh as he fell onto the couch beside Jason, throwing a blanket over their legs after. He smiled as he held out his hand to show off the silver band that Jason had just given him hours before. 

“I can’t believe you walked up to a random stranger to talk about people watching and it led to this,” Jason murmured, nipping at Danny’s earlobe. Danny snorted and turned his head to give the vigilante a soft kiss. 

“Worth it,” he murmured, cupping Jason’s face in his hands. “Completely and absolutely worth it.”

“I love you, Danny Todd,” Jason murmured, rubbing his nose against Danny’s.  

“I love you too, Jason Todd,” Danny whispered, his lips a hair’s breadth away from Jason’s. “Thanks for letting me in.”

Jason just smiled. “Thanks for not cutting me out,” he murmured before closing the distance between them and kissing his husband deeply.

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[tetsutits]

ᰔ cw – fem!reader, weddings, ran is such a wife guy its insane, unprotected ptv, mdni (0.9k words)

most people will agree that weddings are events that are pure, sacred, an act that signifies love and devotion to ones lover. and though they aren't wrong -- a part of you thinks otherwise.

fate sealed and deal done, you now are a married woman with a beautiful rock on your finger -- the very best, of course. ran haitani demands only the best for his beloved, he won't settle for any less than perfect.

fitted in a pretty, white, flowy gown, dolled up so that you could almost be mistaken for a princess, you look like the definition of beauty.

what do they say about brides wearing white on weddings again? oh, right, they were to show pureness, virtue, and innocence.

you disagree.

-- because the way your husband is fucking you right now is nowhere near innocent or pure.

"fuck! fuck--! ran, oh, yes-!"

"fucking hell, baby," your husband groans into your ear, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your jaw, "'driving me insane."

his wandering hands touch and grope all over you, shamelessly squeezing at your tits through the fabric of your wedding dress that's been hiked up over your hips.

"you're, you're being too loud, ran," you gasp, mouth forming a silent 'o' at the way the tip of his cock repeatedly rubs deliciously against that one spongey spot inside you over and over.

what can you say? your husband knows you too well. body and soul.

he laughs breathily, "this pussy's g'nna kill me one day, i swear,"

impatient as he can be, ran could not wait any longer after your vows and ring exchange. he whisked you away with a hand interlocked with yours, pulling you down hallways and rooms to escape family and guests at the wedding -- just too damn impatient and needing to be alone with you.

impatient, and horny.

now bent over a table in some random cramped room, your husband fucks into your tight pussy like he's never going to get a chance to fuck you ever again. he didn't even bother dropping his slacks all the way, just needing to whip his dick out as soon as he could.

with your gown and veil flipped over your hips, the front of his thighs slap against the back of yours, the skin burning pink and red, drowning out the dirty squelches of your sloppy pussy.

"oh, ran! fuck, fuck, keep doing that, right there--!"

pain blooms satisfyingly, and the way his heavy balls slap against your clit every time he thrusts deep into you has you rolling your eyes and throwing your head back.

he groans, way too loud and not thinking of how anyone passing by can hear everything going on inside this room, "yeah? right there? don' need to tell me, baby, i know."

his breath sends shivers down your spine, little tingles lighting up nerve endings and adding to the ever-growing stimulation. his husky voice makes you squeeze uncontrollably around his dick, pulsing and spasming.

"what? you like that?" he teases, voice low as he thrusts up even harder, gripping your hips tighter so he can force them down to his own, "y'like when i'm fucking you like this, hard and fast?"

"yes, yes! so good, so good," you whine.

the fact that anyone could walk in on the two of you anytime pumps adrenaline all through your body, it makes everything ten times more intense than it is. you could drown in the way ran fucks you so good, perfectly even -- and you relish in the way every thrust brings both pain and pleasure.

"ahh, fuck, if you keep squeezin' me like this, you'll make me cum, princess."

your hands scramble behind you for any stability, trying your best to grab him for any support, but his hips thrust too hard, too harsh, you can barely keep yourself up on your toes at this point.

"ran, ran, ran--!" you babble and squeal as soon as you feel two of his fingers slide over your swollen bud, flicking it and rubbing directly over it.

"c'mon, cum all over this fuckin' dick," he groans, pressing wet kisses all over your jaw and neck, licking away the drops of sweat that gather there. "soak my cock."

and, oh, you do.

ran feels you drench him in slick, pussy so wet he thinks he could drown in it. you tighten impossibly around him, and for a slight second he thinks you might push him right out of you.

all this time, he never stops fucking back into you, determined to prolong your high, to hear you whine and cry even more than you are right now.

you'd be one lucky bride if your makeup isn't melting down your face.

"ahh, yeah, shit, shit," he croaks, eyes tight and face screwed up in pleasure.

ran pulls out abruptly as soon as you come down from your high, slipping out of your wet cunt only so he can blow his entire load all over your veil. coating the lacy material in spurts of his hot cum.

"r-ran! what the fuck!" you squeal, face turned to look back at him in shock.

he groans shamelessly, hand working over his dick to make sure every last drop is out, only then does he slump over you with a stupid smile on his face.

"jus' needed to mark my territory." he says, face tucked into your neck. "what?"

you furrow your brows. "what do you mean 'what?' are you serious right now?!"

he doesn't even look sorry. "hell yeah. 'so hot knowing my cum is on my wife's veil."

"you're disgusting."

"i know."

"you're getting me a new one." you demand.

"anything my wife wants, she gets."

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IM SO SORRY FOR THE LAST PART ASJDBAKBD thank you for reading!!1

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[ofherpinkways]

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( My friends and I giggle about how the "Love ", "In my room " part sounds like Stewie Griffin singingI tried my best yall - 🤍🩰🧸)

cod men x fem reader fic based off the song(Warnings blood,gore,violence,please beware of the lyrics as they may cause triggers)

*tap* *tap* *tap* "Are you gonna let me in ?*tap* Hello? Hello ? "

You died two years ago on a mission , just "simple" way to go , getting caught in the across fire. "Just the wrong place,wrong time" they said

2:45 and the bell went off,thank God

Many people think i'm odd

He hasn't acted the same since, how could he ? You were the love of his life. The small flame of hope in his darkness and trauma. Now you're gone 6 feet under the below rotting way

But I talk with no one and I walk alone

And I avoid sunlight with a chalky tone

I get home and I don't say hi,it ain't no one there

He stopped talking to everyone completely , shutting everyone out as he rebuilt the walls. The walls that you were helping him break down. Instantly going to his dorm after every mission without saying anything

I don't care,I walk and go right up the stairs

To my room,get in bed and I just wait for dark

He sits in his dorm for hours on end lost in dark thoughts

Because that's when the real show starts

(Tap,tap) tap,tap on the glass go the piece of ass

He eventually started seeing things , YOU. He started showing up about year after your death

So young and pretty ,it's too bad she passed

There you stood again pale and cold

But she comes to my room and we talk at night

You've been showing up every night for about two months now

She's demonic and bloody but she holds me tight

Obviously it wasn't actually you. You stand there lifeless with glossy eyes and a sinister,stomach turning grin .(like the one smiles in Smile 2022) He didn't care

In my bedroom,with her,I'm never alone

And I kiss her cold lips until the morning comes

You guys spend the nights in heated make out sessions

Then she gone,I can still hear her voice loom

But she only exists in the dark of my room

Love,I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love,I do adore you

He became obsessed

In my room

(Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

I try and smile a lot but I'm always frontin'

But I do love a ghost and at least that's somethin'

She don't talk much and when she does,it gets cold

3:00 am now and the whole Base grows cold , nothing feels right

Usually we just lay there,where we hold we each other

We're lovers, we don't need others

The two of you stay snuggled against another

One of my mother's cats jumped up on the covers

And it scared my baby,'cause she don't like pets

The k-9's started to bark loudly outside of the barracks not liking the dark eerie presence in the air , causing you to leave him

So I twisted its fuckin' head off at the neck

"Look baby,it's bloody,it's gone,it's doomed

"please! come back to the room"

"I'll do anything for thee,don't ignore me"

This is more than a sick love story

There he sat begging and crying for you to return

Without you,I'd bring a shotgun to school

And I will if you want me to,for any reason

I hate that you leave when the lights come on

And if I had it my way the fuckin' sun would be gone

Love, I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love, I do adore you

In my room

Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

Love, I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love,I do adore you

In my room

(Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

He just wants you back

Sometimes I kiss her,I start shakin'

Your demonic self has him on a choke hold

She slips me the tongue and it tastes like bacon

There the two of you sit kissing in the dark,footsteps are near by

Uh-oh,something's wrong, baby's upset

you pulled away from him,your frown shifting to smirk

She told me she was spotted by the neighbor's kid

She can't come back now.'cause they know our secret

Unless I can make them keep it

One of the other guys "saw" you

If i do, she may come back to life

Now I'm in their yard with a shotgun and knife

Cut the screen,went and sun the kid

Blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head

He got up and out of the dorm,pinning his own teammate,his own friend to the wall bashing his head against the brick wall in fit of rage

Then the daddy was next,next runnin down

He went after everyone else

I shredded his throat and he was quick to fall,tossed the Mossberg and gribbed the knife

Started stabbing the shit of his wife

One by one he got to everyone

Went home a bloody mess with a job well done (tap,tap)

Wash up and wait for my baby to come (tap,tap)

He cleaned himself up and sat in his bed waiting for you

Love, I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love,I do adore you

In my room

(Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

Love, I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love,I do adore you

In my room

(Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

There he sat waiting

I waited two, or three days, four days

Waitn' for the tap tap like always

Days passed and you still haven't shown up yet

I waited and hated this

I created a bloody mess

Guilt started to hit him

I waited for two, or three months, four months

Waitn' for the tap,tap just for once

I waited two, or three days, four days

Waitn' for the tap tap like always (where is she?)

I waited and hated this(why isn't she comin' back ?)

I created a bloody mess (tap,tap)

Worry started to hit him

I waited for two, or three months, four months(I fuckin' killed those people!)

He killed his teammates, his friends

Waitin' for the tap,tap just for once ("where the fuck is she ?")

I waited and hated this (tap,tap)

I created a bloody mess(why isn't she coming back?)

(Love) I waited two or three days,four days

GUILT

(In my room) waitin 'for the tap,tap like always (I can't believe I did)

WORRY

(Love) I waited and hated this

GUILT

(in my room,you and I)I created a bloody mess ("I killed them")

WORRY

(Love) I waited two or three months, four months

(in my room) waitin' for the tap,tap just for once ("where is she")

GUILT

(Love) I waited and hated this

(In my room you and I) I created a bloody mess

He went insane

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . KUNIGAMI RENSUKE ; — your step brother always had something to say about the people you dated.

warnings: f!reader, stepcest, all characters written 22+, possessiveness. note: i wrote a lil thought for this so long ago but i decided to finally write smth for it &lt;3

“you can stop staring, you’ve scared him away already.”

you sigh as you make your way into the kitchen to find your step brother kunigami still in the same spot he was a few minutes ago when your date dropped you home. his arms are crossed and his frown is obvious as he waits till he sees the car leave, offering a grunt before his eyes are on you and he leans against the kitchen counter with an expression that mimics your own.

“did you tell him who i was?” his question is low as he leans himself forward — muscled forearms resting against the ceramic below him but his words make you roll your eyes before you turn your back to sigh again.

“yeah well if you stare at a guy like you’re going to kill him long enough he’s gonna start asking questions.” kunigami can tell you’re pissed by your reply, especially when it’s accompanied by the slam of the kitchen cupboard above you when you take out a glass for yourself, not including one for him like you usually would when you make tea.

“you know what i meant.” did you tell him who you really belong to?

you’re deliberately not looking at him now and he can feel it sting at his nerves before he’s groaning again and taking a few steps closer — just enough for you to feel his presence as it looms over you from behind.

kunigami had always been a protective brother, you never had anything to compare it to so you seen it as normal — he was just taking care of you, he’d tell you after scaring away another date, telling you the guy was a loser anyway before pulling you into his lap to comfort you just like a big brother should.

“it’s not fair, kuni. you always do this.” your voice wavers as your hands fall to squeeze at the counter against you instead — the shake in your words is evident but it only seems to push your brother closer until you feel the stable press of his broad chest against your back.

as annoying as kunigami was when he acted like this — you can’t deny how easy it was to melt into him, the comfort he provides when his strong arms wrap around your waist and you feel his hands ease your head to the side before his lips meet the newly exposed skin of your neck.

“‘m just lookin’ after you, ‘ts my job.” his words are a low drawl as you feel it vibrate through the sensitive spots in your neck — followed by a languid lav of his tongue over your skin before he’s suckling it between his lips with a groan. “wasnt good enough for you anyway.”

you hate how easy kunigami could have you twitching against him, your nails scratching at his arm around your waist as his mouth works at your throat — accompanied by the heavy, steady grind of his clothed cock rubbing against the swell of your ass. it was insane, but he was comforting you — this was what all big brothers do.

“kuni—“ you gasp as he rolls your raised skin between his teeth, hunger in his movements like he’s been reduced to carnal instincts — all heavy pants and low growls as you try to meet the rolls of his hips. but that only seems to spur him on, making you inhale sharply when his next movement shoves his large palm between your shoulders blades so he can press your chest to the counter beneath you.

“can’t treat you ‘s good as i fuckin’ can.” kunigami’s words are barely audible with the way he’s breathing deep, roughly pulling at the waistband of your pants before he’s shoving them to your ankles and you whimper when a few moments later he’s over you again.

“say it.” he grunts and you can barely think with how consumed you feel by your brother already, his chest caging you to the cool ceramic below you as the weight of his heavy cock smears pre-cum along the newly exposed skin of your cunt and thighs. another graze of his shaft along your folds and you’re like fucking putty beneath him, like you hadn’t just been annoyed a few moments ago.

“you hear me?” kunigami asks again and you can tell he’s getting pissed despite the way the blunt head of his cock still presses, throbs against the entrance to your pussy as he mouths at the dip of your shoulder. your ears are ringing and you feel so warm beneath him, but you still manage to gasp out a yes before he offers you an inch that makes you cry it louder.

“yeah, ‘ts mine.” you’re barely prepped and his low words only make you squeeze around him even tighter as he sinks into you — thick and warm, easily pushing against the sweet spots inside of you that make you hungry for more despite the sting of the stretch. but he’s like an animal over you, grinding you into the counter despite the way he’s got you twitching and hiccuping beneath him, scratching at his skin as a means to stay grounded.

but fuck—you’re pretty when you’re looking over your shoulder at kunigami with tears in your eyes, lips parted to whine at how rough your big brother is being right now before it’s accompanied by another deep kiss of his cock. his teeth grit and he finds himself offering the same spot outside a quick glance before his attention is back on you with your next saccharine squeeze of your cunt.

maybe next time he’ll have you like this before they drive off, or maybe he’ll just text them a photo of you wrapped around your big brothers cock later.

“fuck—don’t need anyone else, told you that already.”

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[creepsopasta]

playing games with some pastas

includes; eyeless jack, jeff the killer, hoodie, masky, ticci toby, homicidal liu, kagekao

eyeless jack:

- bit of a sore loser. not good with games that make him rage or online games

- voice chat with him is crazy!! he is literally foaming at the mouth yelling and cursing he is so bad at games :(

- “jack it’s gonna be okay” “FUCK you”

- he is not very kind about his losses

- most likely ends up throwing the control at the tv and breaking it (bad ending)

- whenever he ends up winning he’s ecstatic he does not stop talking about it and will brag about it to you exclusively. just go with it okay he needs it for his already shattered ego

- 0/10 experience would not do again.. okay maybe he would if you talked him into it and told him how much of a great player he is

- “i AM awesome aren’t i???” “yes you are <3”

- the more you play together the more he’ll learn to calm the fuck down and just enjoy himself

- still rages a lot tho

jeff the killer:

- plays board games like candyland and twister

- he’s a fucking shark he’s got all this shit down he knows how to win

- anyone who gets paired up with him for game night is 85% guaranteed to win (unfortunately there is someone out there who’s better than him)

- gets PISSED over not winning twister fucking furious he is literally the most flexible guy in this house he can do so much with his body

- monopoly is his favorite game. he esp loves to play with the younger pastas bc they believe anything he says and he thinks it’s hilarious

- “NOOOO PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY HOUSE” “your rent is $500,000, sally… it’s my house now”

- not a very avid video game player. he never really played a lot tbh

- good at everything EXCEPT connect four. do not make him play connect four he hates it he has terrible memories of it

- mastermind strategy planner. it’s a shame he doesn’t think this much at any other time

- boasts about it big time if you lose (you will probably lose) but might even try to let you win on purpose if he feels bad or sees you’re upset

hoodie:

- more of an arcade game guy. if you’re looking for like pinball games or pacman or space invaders or maze games or those weird money machines (that he kind of just. steals from) then he’s like great at all of them

- has spent hours honing his skills in his free time so you’ll be grinding for a while if you wanna beat him

- all the highest scores on the arcade machines are his. no one has topped them bc they’re fucking insane

- “wow you really have nothing better to do huh” [takes out gun] “that’s enough out of you jack can’t even fuckin move the joysticks around”

- tries to act like he isn’t competitive about it but he really super is

- thinks it’s just adorable that you think you can defeat him. no he will not be humbled by his lover of all people… that would make him a weak man

- goddamn merciless. no favors for anyone he revels in the rage he causes (see jack for more)

- if you’re a beginner he’ll take it easy on you until you learn the ropes and will offer tips but as time goes on he’s gonna be looking for a fight

- if he’s ever beaten, he will take it in grace and go straight from denial to acceptance

- does not rage that often. just hardcore practices until he’s like fucking unstoppable

masky:

- card player :(

- hates go fish tho he has such bad luck with it and everyone makes fun of him bc it’s like the universe does not want him to win

- good at boring ass stuff like solitaire or blackjack and if you ask him if he can play anything funner he’ll be like “oh so like rummy or spoons :]”

- no masky not like rummy or spoons… like uno or fucking play with some goddamn pokémon cards

- he’s so enthusiastic about it though so cmon just indulge him alright.. he literally has nobody else around him who’s into cards

- “okay so i win” “what… but we just started”

- he plays chess too!!! maybe you’ll find that more interesting?? he’s not very in touch with board games or anything this is the best he’s got

- deadass makes up his own rules if you don’t know anything about the game you’re playing

- “yeah so now you have to eat a rat. sorry babe”

- is never going to make fun of you if you suck at cards it’s not like he can beat jack in video games

ticci toby:

- dnd enjoyer he loves being the dm especially

- he, you, jeff, hoodie, lj, and occasionally masky have game nights and all you guys do is sit around the kitchen table trying not to curse each other out for doing stupid shit

- “c’mon guys this is supposed to be fun :(”

- doesn’t know that most of you have no idea how to play so he makes it super difficult

- has had to REPEATEDLY glue the die back together because jeff cannot stop snapping it in half

- “why does your dumbass partner always win this is fucking favoritism” “and then jeffery fell off a building and into the ocean 🥰”

- teaches you all you need to know about the game he will sit there for hours if he needs to just talking about the complexity of the rules

- he seems to have a lot of fun with it so everyone tries their best to not break the pieces or punch masky or yell at each other or punch masky

- better with snacks and drinks and lots of breaks so everyone can calm down and at least try to find some joy in the game

- 6/10 experience. would only try again without jeff at the table

homicidal liu:

- among us player… pisses everybody off bc he’s unfortunately very good at it and always imposter

- absolutely kills it (pun intended)

- no mercy he kills everyone including his loved ones this is a battle to the death and he is going to win goddamnit

- being imposter with him is some of the easiest shit bc he will carry the team entirely

- nothing to brag about tho since it’s a little space game and it’s really easy

- always knows who the imposter is if it’s not him he’s got some kind of foresight he will go out of his way to sabotage their chances at winning

- “would you love me more… if i killed someone for you 😇😇” “but you killed ME liu” “whoops”

- will stay with you for most of the game so he has an excuse for being innocent. once you are of no use to him he will stab you in the back

- relatively tame over voice chat. unless his brother happens to be there then it’s just jeff getting pissed off bc he can’t activate the reactor

- wakes you up at 2 am, phone in hand, smile on his face, asking “do you wanna play among us?”

- “liu, shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.” “ok.. :((”

kagekao:

- great at those games you play in your yard like frisbee or tag or hide n seek or maybe darts

- since the bitch can fly and run really fast it’s very unfair he pretty much cheats at everything and he thinks it’s funny

- frisbee with him is a literal field day. throws it so far you can’t find it ever again you’ll just have to buy a whole ass new one

- “what the FUCK kagekao” “🤷”

- laughs and makes fun of you for just not being as skilled as him maybe if you could fly you could beat him just get off the ground dumbass

- also likes to race but we all know how that’s gonna go (hint: he wins)

- unless he’s up against candy pop or something no one else really has a chance at beating him

- might help you a little bit if you’re struggling. like that one time he carried you up into the air and then dropped you because he thought it would be funny but then he couldn’t catch you in time so you ended up falling on lj and breaking one of your arms

- wrote you a little heartfelt letter about it later with a very fancy “sorry ❤️” in calligraphy and a few drawings of flowers (it did not help. your arm was still broken)

- really bad sport does NOT like to lose he will completely shut down

- little fuckin bastard

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[reina-writes]

MINE Fandom: Call of Duty Characters: Ghost x GN!Reader Warnings: Swearing, possessive Ghost, teasing, brat-taming(ish?), balaclava kisses and kissing. A/N: This is for Sky and galaxy full of shining little stars. Love you! <3

I was inspired to write this by Sky's TT videos. And yes, I have his permission to write and publish this. :)

Enjoy!

"Stop that." A mischievous smile lit up your face when you heard his familiar voice behind you. The club's bass thumped through the walls, setting the rhythm for the night. The beat was almost hypnotic, taking over you as you let your hips sway almost in seductive way, not caring about Ghost or his demand. But you could feel a pair of intense brown eyes staring at you, gaze so intense it almost burned your skin.

His gaze followed your every move, his jaw clenching under that skull-printed balaclava - a silent signal that your teasing was working its magic, just as you wanted. The music's tempting rhythm encouraged you to move more, your hips swaying in a way that left little to the imagination. Ghost's eyes tracked your every motion, a mixture of warning and raw desire in his gaze.

"Stop that," Ghost's voice rumbled again above the music, his eyes narrowing at your provocative ways. You chuckled, turning to face him with a teasing glint. The air between you crackled with anticipation as his blue eyes met yours.

"Or what?" you challenged, voice barely audible over the thumping bass. Ghost's expression darkened, a possessive edge taking over. He was not going to let you act like a brat in public. Actions have consequences, as he liked to remind you every time you were receiving punishment for being a brat.

The heat between you and Ghost instantly built up as he pulled you closer, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of your clothes.

"Or I might need to remind you who you fuckin' belong to, little star," he murmured into your ear. The intensity of his gaze fueled the fire inside. A shiver ran down your spine as his hands trailed slowly down to your hips.

"You're pushing your limits," he growled, your challenging gaze met with a sly grin. The club throbbed with energy, the loud bass and flashing lights surrounding you. Ghost's hands explored your body, with each touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin. Tension filled the air as he kissed you through the fabric of his balaclava. The thumping bass seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of your heartbeats as you grasped onto him. In that moment, everything else faded away.

Breaking the fabric-covered kiss Ghost's intense gaze locked onto yours, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. “You're mine, little star," Ghost grunted, his hot breath tickling your skin. His hands squeezed you closer to him, so you could feel exactly how he felt. The adrenaline was running through your veins.

A moment of silence lingered between you two.

"You drive me insane," he finally confessed, his voice a raspy whisper as he leaned his forehead against yours. A mischievous smile played on your lips as your fingertips traced a teasing pattern on Ghost's chest.

"Maybe that's my plan," you hummed, closing your eyes to savor the moment. The hypnotic music, flashing lights and the presence of others faded away, leaving only the two of you in your own private universe. Ghost's grip on your hips tightened and you could hear him sigh. You moved your body against him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"You're playing with fire, little star," Ghost murmured, his lips briefly brushing against yours. A playful grin spread across your face. "Mm, but maybe I like to burn," you teased playfully, enjoying how he reacted to your touch and words. Ghost's eyes locked onto yours, amusement and hunger reflecting in their depths.

"Testing my patience here," he warned, though a subtle squint in his eyes giving away the smirk beneath the mask.

As the music shifted, Ghost spun you around and guided your movements. The tempo slowed and he pulled you even closer, the scent of his familiar cologne heightening the sensory experience of the moment.

"You know I can make you behave," he murmured, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You met his challenge with a playful smirk. "But where's the fun in that?"

The chemistry between you and Ghost crackled like electricity and the dance floor lit up like a stage just for you two. His possessiveness and your playful attitude created a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist. The club's energy was mixed with pulsing music and flashing lights, creating an almost intoxicating atmosphere. Ghost's hold on you tightened and you couldn’t help it as you pulled his mask just enough to crash your lips against his. You could feel his body tensing before relaxing into the kiss, as you had successfully surprised him with it. The kiss held all the desire that had been that had been building since the first provocative sway of your hips.

His hand gripped your jaw as the kiss deepened, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Your hands found their way to Ghost's chest, fingers dancing along the fabric of his jacked. Desire and hunger lingered in the air, leaving both of you breathless. Ghost's hands moved with purpose, exploring the curves of your body as if trying to memorize everything from you. Finally breaking the kiss Ghost's intense gaze locked onto yours. “You’re dangerous, little star,” he declared, the smoldering intensity reflecting in his eyes, leaving you captivated and craving more. "I thought you liked a little danger," you teased amused, his fingers trailing along the skin of your neck. "I do," Ghost admitted, as you leaned into his touch, the air heavy with anticipation. His hands moved lower, as a subtle reminder of the control he held over you.

"But you know, little star, I might need to take you home and remind you of who you belong to," Ghost's lips brushed against your ear as he whispered. A playful grin spread across your face. "And how do you plan on doing that?" you inquired, watching as he pulled his mask back on. He leaned in, fabric-covered lips grazing yours.

"Be a good little star," he smirked, "and I'll show you."

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[lovelyiida]

I love your writing so much its incredible and I dont often see much stronger fem content. So who better to request from than you!

How would bakugo and kirishima react to walking in on fem reader who is shy and reluctant to show her strength doing an Olympic dead lift with an insane amount of weight?

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST! really honored to write something different here. honestly, I fucking agree, I wish there was more strong fem content within not just mha ff but ff in general. thank you for the request!! SYNOPSIS: it was the day before class 1-A tested to get their official hero license. for this scenario, your quirk is more muscle concentrated. everyone knew you were strong, as your muscles were a clear indicator for proof of that. but no one ever seen you prove your strength, as you were highly insecure of your "unfeminine" strength.

WHEN BAKUGO CAUGHT YOU DEADLIFTING he was in utter shock.

the weight you lifted was easily over 700 pounds, body crouched and hands tightly holding onto the weight. you deadlifted the weight with ease.

throwing the weight down on the floor with a loud clank, you rub the left over gym chalk onto your sweatpants. your breath trying to catch rhythm, you look around the room and your eyes lock onto Bakugo's.

"Bakugo! I didn't know you were in here-"

"when the fuck could you lift like that?" he asked, still in shock at what he just saw.

"please don't tell anyone you saw me do that, I don't like showing everyone that I can lift like this..." your voice trails off as your head looks towards the ground. the tip of your foot bouncing off the floor as you quiver in embarrassment.

a long pause comes between the two of you, "tch, whatever."

Bakugo walks over to you, slightly shoving you over to the weights. "I won't tell a soul if you teach me how to lift like that, fuckin' sick." Bakugo smirks, fascinated at seeing you deadlift.

letting out a soft smile you nod.

"of course." WHEN KIRISHIMA CAUGHT YOU DEADLIFTING he couldn't keep his excitement in, he blurted out the loudest scream possible.

he was lucky you were finished with the set and was in the process of putting the weight down. because if he didn't then you would've easily split your foot or cranium wide open.

"woah L/n, you can deadlift like that?" he screamed.

startling you, you threw the weight down earlier than needed, making the weight slam onto the floor with a loud boom. the both of you flinch at the loud noise.

Kirishima apologizes, you follow through with an irritated sigh.

"Kirishima, I could've died!" you scolded him.

"can you please teach me?" Kirishima gushes at you, his toothy smile shining brightly your way. rolling your eyes you do your second attempt at your deadlift.

"oh c'mon! please, pretty please!" he pleads.

you shake your head at his pleas, Kirishima sits down on the gym floor, staring up at you in awe. your cheeks become warm at his acts of adoration.

swallowing your spit, you finished your deadlift and let out a sigh.

"Fuck it, just don't tell anyone that I showed you alright?" you grunt, you watch Kirishima bubble up in joy. jumping up from the floor, he gives you a big hug.

"kay!"

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