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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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pussy privileges

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, partying, drinking, mentions of a drunk driving crash, rafe is kind of mean but in the grand scheme of rafe not really, established relationship

“i thought we were gonna go on a date.” you cross your arms as rafe finishes buttoning up his shirt.

“we are going out.” rafe tries to justify, but you shake your head. “you’re taking me to a house party, rafe. thats not a freaking date.”

“ill take you out tomorrow. dinner and a movie?” rafe offers to pacify the angry look on your face.

“fine.” you shrug, knowing there is no convincing rafe to not go the party if hes set his mind on it. you point at rafe, making sure he’s paying attention to you. “but im not happy about it.”

you don’t talk to rafe the entire ride there. you would have told him you were staying home, but you already got dressed up and don’t want to waste a full face of makeup and outfit.

“be right back, baby.” rafe says, making you throw your hands up as he walks away to talk to topper, having just entered the party a few minutes ago and your boyfriend is already abandoning you.

“god, rafe is being a dick today.” you groan, stomping up to your friend, who simply shakes her head and hands you a drink. you know that rafe isn’t really being a dick, not in comparison to how he treats other people, but you can’t resist the urge to complain.

“promising to take me out on a nice date night only to take me to a party and fuck off with topper.” you roll your eyes, downing your drink quickly before refilling the cup.

rafe finds you half an hour later, dancing with your friends. the music is so good you don’t stop him when his hands land on your hips, joining you in dancing.

you grind against him until your feet start to hurt, the song shifting to one you haven’t heard before. “rafey.” you whine, leaning back into him. “wanna go home.” “come on, you can wait. keep dancing.” rafe pushes his hips into your bum, making you roll your eyes. “no! im tired.”

rafe taps your hips, trying to encourage you to move, but you keep yourself standing still, much to his displeasure. “baby.” rafe turns you around so you’re facing him. he cups your cheeks as he speaks, “a bit longer. i like you dancing up on me.”

“fine.” you sigh. “gotta get me another drink though.” “thats my girl.” rafe smirks, grabbing a white claw off a nearby table before quickly coming back, pushing it into your hand before twisting your hips around, almost causing you to stumble as he presses his chest into your back, dancing into you again.

“rafey.” you whine when you realize he didn’t even open the can for you like he always does, but hes far too into dancing into you to hear your complaints over the loud music.

you manage to open the can without breaking a nail, grinding back slightly into rafe until you’ve finished the can, the alcohol moving through your system enough to ignore how much your heels are beginning to hurt, dancing back into rafe.

“god, you’re hot.” he groans into your ear, pressing a kiss under your ear before moving to your neck, burying his head in your soft skin, inhaling your scent.

“rafe!” you shout when his mouth presses against your skin and he sucks an incredibly visible hickey into your neck. you pull away quickly, but know it’s already going to bruise as you turn with a frown, your hands on your hips.

“sorry.” rafe says, but the smile on his face shows that he’s not actually sorry.

“whatever.” you sigh, rubbing at the spot. “just take me home.”

“fine.” rafe sighs, reaching for your hand, knowing it’s getting too late anyways. he tugs you through the crowd until you get outside.

“did you drink or take anything?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at rafe when he walks towards his truck. it’s only a short drive home, but you don’t want anything to happen.

“barely.” rafe says, unlocking his truck and opening the passenger side door for you.

“lets just walk home then.” you shake your head. “it’s so close.” rafe knows how much you hate drunk drivers ever since one hit your sisters car, thankfully she was fine besides a few bruises.

rafe sighs, head tilting back to look at the sky. “why didn’t i just lie?”

“ugh!” you stomp your foot. “rafe, that is so wrong!”

“baby, i really had just like two sips when we first-” rafe tries to explain, he’s truly not even buzzed, but you are already walking away, heading down the sidewalk towards tanneyhill. you don’t make it very far, rafe trailing behind you, until you have to kick off your heels.

rafe would usually pick you up, carry you home, but he knows your mad so decides to stay back, letting you walk barefoot home.

“baby-” rafe finally speaks when you get to the front door, but you just walk in, leaving it open for rafe to follow.

“y/n…” rafe tries again when you both get inside his room, but you ignore his call of your name and begin to take off your jewelry, before moving to your dress, quickly putting on pajamas once you’re naked.

rafe takes it as a sign, undressing himself for bed, relieved when you climb under the covers next to him.

“come here.” rafe holds his arms open. you hesitate for a second before moving in, allowing him to cuddle into you and press kisses all over your face.

“i’m so sorry, princess.” he says softly, connecting your lips in a kiss.

“you can make it up to me tomorrow on our very nice and well planned date.” you give a look to rafe, who quickly nods.

he leans in to kiss you again, and you accept it, allowing his hand to wrap around your waist and pull you in closer, bodies slotting together underneath the covers.

“i love you baby.” rafe says, his hand moving to underneath your flimsy pajama shirt.

“love you too.” you say, reaching to pull his hand back out, placing it on top of the fabric.

rafe frowns slightly before kissing you again, this time trying to move your leg so he can slot himself in between. you allow it, until he starts to grind into you. the second you feel him begin to swell in his pants, you pull away, pressing your thighs together.

“baby.” rafe whines. “i want you, come on.”

“and i want you to not be a dick.” you shake your head. you may have accepted rafes apology for his behavior, but aren’t willing to so quickly allow him to have sex with you.

“i said sorry!” “you can fuck me after you make it up to me tomorrow on the date. and it better be good, or i’ll get myself off and leave you alone.” you threaten, smirking when rafes eyes widen.

“okay, okay.” he nods. “tomorrow.”

rafe does everything right. flowers, a dinner reservation to a fancy restaurant, a new dress and necklace, as well as doting on you throughout the entire date.

“did i make it up to you?” rafe asks.

“hmm…” you tap your finger against your chin, rafe barely able to wait as you stand before him, new dress wrapping around your body like a present just waiting to be pulled away by rafe to reveal what he really wants to see.

“i don’t know. maybe the date was a little too good.” you let out a fake yawn. “a bit tired. might just have to go right to sleep.”

“baby-” rafe whines. he hasn’t gone this long without having you since you first started dating.

“but i guess you could eat me out and we can see if you deserve to fuck me.”

rafe smiles, knowing as soon as he gets between your legs, that you’ll be begging for his cock in no time. he undresses you completely before he even begins to work on his buttons, giving you a show as you lay naked on the bed, head propped up against the pillows as he strips away the layers of clothing until he’s nude, cock already straining.

rafe crawls between your legs, sighing with relief when you spread them, letting him view your pussy as he immediately buries his face between your legs, eating out your pussy like you’ve intentionally starved him of it, not just denied him sex one night.

“god, i fucking love how you taste baby.” rafe mumbles, his words vibrating against your cunt. “‘m so sorry i was a dick. won’t happen again. love you too much.”

you can’t help but smile when you reach down to fist your hands into rafes hair. his tongue gets you to orgasm three times until you’re whining for his cock too much, tugging at his hair.

rafe gives your sensitive clit a final kiss before crawling up the bed, connecting your mouths in a kiss, knowing how much you love to taste yourself on his lips.

“fuck me, come on.” you tell rafe. “need it so bad.”

rafe pushes his cock against your entrance, making you moan as he slowly brings his hips forward, sinking inside of you with ease.

“god, that was as much of a punishment for me as it was for you.” you laugh slightly when rafe is fully inside of you, still for a moment for you to adjust.

“certainly taught me a lesson.” rafe admits. he didn’t realize how hard it would be to go without fucking you. just one night felt like a century, his dick literally hurting when he woke up in the morning with a hard on, one that you would usually crawl beneath the covers to take care of.

“no pussy privledges when you’re mean.” you nod, confirming the rule, even though you hopefully never have to enforce it again.

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sukiipjs · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ CHRIS NSFW ABC’S

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a- aftercare (how are they like after sex?)

loves being soft with you and would let you rest your head on his chest as he plays with your hair, maybe would run a bath/shower for you two after and ask if you needed anything and make sure you’re okay.

b- body part (what’s their favorite body part of yours? + favorite part of their own body?)

he loves your ass honestly, he’s obsessed. he wishes he could just bury his face in it forever. and he loves when you wear tight dresses, your curves are amazing.

he loves his fingers especially since he knows how much you love them too, and loves using them on you. 👀

c- cum (anything to do with cum.)

loves backshots but honestly loves just cumming on you. your face, stomach, tits, ass, inside you. loves to see you covered with his cum, big turn on for him.

d- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves when you mess with him in public, on purpose or not. you could just bend over to grab something or touch his legs, whatever and he’ll get so turned on.

e- experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

a few bodies but definitely knows what he’s doing and definitely loves doing it.

f- favorite position (what is their favorite position?)

reverse cowgirl, loves you on top no matter what and he loves to see and grab at your ass, another favorite being doggy, like i said before, back shots and ass.

g- goofy (are they serious during sex? etc.)

mostly stays serious and focused on doing what he’s doing but makes some comments or jokes a few times.

h- hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

clean but hairs still there, just not fully shaved. for you he doesn’t really care, if the pussys fire he’s not complaining. 🤷

i- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect?)

loves being close and getting to touch all around your body, and will make out with you forever. he just worships you and your body so much.

j- jack off (masturbation headcannon)

always pulls up pictures of you or your instagram to jerk off to, loves to imagine all that he could do to you and you to him.

k- kink (what kink or kinks do they have?)

dumbification for sure, loves to just fuck you not stop until all you can do is moan and roll those eyes back. not thinking, not speaking. he loves it and loves being in control.

l- location (where is their favorite place to do it?)

would do it anywhere thats not like blatantly where people can see. like he’d fuck you in a dressing room or in the car or in a bathroom just where ever.

m- motivations (what turns when on during sex?)

literally could be anything, any small touch, just seeing you, your body, the sounds you make. everything.

o- oral (do they prefer receiving or giving, etc?)

loves when you give him head, your lips are absolutely perfect and just what he needs, always stares at you while your putting on lip gloss/chapstick and imagines those lips on his dick.

p- pace (are they fast and rough/soft and sensual?)

fast and rougher definitely, loves to see you begging and all wiped out LMAO. he loves to see you wrecked.

q- quickies (what are their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

honestly loves them, he gets worked up a lot so that release is all he needs. loves the whole session better and having you longer but if he’s like begging for it, a quickie is great.

r- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he’s cool with trying new thinks but isn’t usually the one to suggest something new. likes how it normally is.

s- stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

he swears he could go on forever, not stop but in reality he gets too tired after like three or two rounds. and always likes to have you finish before him.

t- toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

doesn’t always like using them, if you want he’ll use your vibrator on you but he likes to do most of the pleasuring.

u- unfair (how much they like to tease?)

loves to make you beg for him and teases you a good amount, loves to see you get all annoyed, he finds it so funny. but also loves when you tease him too tbh.

v- volume (how loud are they during sex? what sounds do they make etc.)

low grunts and strained moans, likes to let you make the most noise. plus he gets super turned on when you start making those sounds.

w- wildcard (a random head cannon)

loves when you cockwarm him while he’s playing video games n shit. just loves being close to you as you squirm around on his lap, soft moans in his ear. he swears he’s in heaven. and loves fucking you in fresh love tbh… HOT.

y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high, always gets super worked up by the littlest things you do. you could be doing ANYTHING, just being around him and he will be ready to fuck.

z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

would 100% pass out right after or at least try to stay awake until you fall asleep first.

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yoonzinuhh · 7 months

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green light,kinktober special.

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : jeonghan x reader

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : purely smut

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : SMUT (18+ please !) reader has vagina. fingering. little begging. kinda car sex(drive safe people) let me know if i missed anything

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction and i have no intentions in sexualising any idol. this is from my kinktober special. let me know if you want to be tagged for the rest ! reblogs are highly appreciated.

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legs spread wide,back pressed against the leather seat and some rnb song playing behind for almost a whole hour. this is pure torture.

well you knew teasing him with the tight dress that hugged all your pretty curves,dress slightly riding up your thighs during jun’s party would spice things up on the way home but this wasn’t what you really expected.

making you open your legs so wide making sure your dripping pussy was right in sight for him while he’s driving. he hasn’t even touched you a bit but you were practically dripping due to the ac air hitting your core,the smell of you taking up the whole car and his random but intense stares right between your legs while he was driving the car. and you,crazy.

“jeonghan..p-please”

“babe..can’t you see that i’m driving. i need to make sure my princess comes home safe right ?” he says with a smirk and you’re just whining.

it was too much for you. slowly snaking your hands down you touch your clit and making a whimper.

his head shots up to your direction.

“oh oh. what have i told you about touching something that’s mine huh ? you’ve already done enough by wearing that short ass dress and pushing your ass onto me every time there’s a chance babe..” he just chuckles.

“but..han..please pull up the car..j-just touch me” tears brimming. you just want to cum

“hmm wait until we get home love. you know i always make you feel good.” he does. he really knows how to make you feel good and that just makes you keep wanting for more. the way his mouth practically eats your face,the way his tongue works like magic on your core,the way his length finds your spot every damn time. he definitely knows.

staring at the signal light going red he slaps your pussy and you scream due to the sudden contact.

it felt good. not too hard for it to hurt but not too light that you don’t feel any pleasure. sliding his fingers up and down onto your wet folds,he slowly enters your gummy walls with his two pretty fingers and pecks your clit.

“you have time until the light goes green princess. make yourself come or..” he just smiles. him and his annoying ass smile.

you moan out. he’s being slow. and you know thats on purpose so he can make you beg for more,and well,not like you have any option.

“jeonghan please..please faster” you cry out,pushing your hips up to gain more friction so you can just cum.

“no rush y/n. you know i like it slow.” god he’s making you go crazy.

“hannie please make me cum please i’m..jeongh-“ you’re just saying out everything so he goes faster.

eyeing the signal number go 20..19..18..his mouth forms a O.

“since you’re being good”

he trails his finger over his clit. moving fast. little too fast. spreading it with one hand while the other just moving flat over your pussy.

the car was filled with moans,all sorts of noises you make from your mouth and down there. the signal number going lesser and he’s just moving faster.

you were so close and try to warn him but you couldn’t make out words due to how intense ir was. you just let it out closing your leg weakly. you were shaking so bad and it felt so good. so good to let it out after hours of torture.

3..2..1.. his fingers to his mouth for a couple of seconds then on to steering as if nothing happened while you were panting like you ran a marathon and trying to process whatever happened in the last 10 seconds.

it felt hot,you felt so hot with your juices ruining his seat just for him to pull up the car onto a parking out and removing his seat belt.

“we’re not yet done,love” he says signalling the back seat.

this ride is about to crazy for real.

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annamcdonalds67 · 14 days

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NSFW alphabets- Chris Sturniolo

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The most sweetest person when it comes to aftercare. Will clean you up, bring you water, make sure you're okay before making sure you are asleep and then falling asleep as well.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of yours has to be your legs, loves how they wrap around him when he's eating you out.

Your favourite body part about him would have to be his arms, you love how they can pick you up and take control whenever he needs to.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

This man LOVES coming inside you, loves to watch it seep through your folds and onto the bed mixed with your arousal.

D: Dirty Secret

His absolute favourite thing to do is to watch you get overstimulated, something about you while hes doing that fets him really riled up.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He certainly knows what he’s doing, but he honestly hasn’t slept with that many people. He has at least 1 or 2 bodies but none more then that, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what he's doing when he's with you.

F: Favorite Position

His favourite position would definitely be reverse cowgirl or missionary he loves placing his hands anywhere on your body as he drags him fingers down.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He's goofy most of the time, makes jokes to ease the tension but if you talked back to him or gave him attitude you just know how serious he is going to be as he fucks you.

H = Hair (gow well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Well-groomed and taken care, not completely shaved.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

The most romantic ever, (sometimes) but when he's fucking your lights out, he's doesn't even know what romantic means.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Ever since you guys have been together, he doesn't really jerk off that much unless he's on tour, thats when he pulls out all of your insta pics and the nudes you have sent him before.

K= Kink (one of more of their kinks)

He doesn't really have a lot of kinks but if you were to offer something he would think about it and definitely give it a try.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His doesn't really have a favourite, but if he were to pick one it would definitely be the kitchen counter, he loves watching you bent over it as he pounds into you from the back.

M = Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going)

he loves seeing you in tight clothes, body con dresses, tight bralettes, anything that clings he can't take his eyes or his hands off he loves groping your boobs and ass in tight clothes and it always gives him an erection looking at you like that.

N = NO (something they wouldn't do/turn offs)

knife play or anything to do with sharp stuff is a NO, he doesn't like to do anything that's mean or abusive in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Even though he loves being between your thighs he loves recieving more than giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

it depends on the mood, but most of the time he's fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's not really fond of quickies that much, he likes having proper sex but if you're in a hurry and he's really desprate, he'll take what he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Willing to take risks but not which can harm you in any way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

if you were to ask him how long he can go for, he would say forever when in reality he taps out after 2-3 rounds.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns some toys, like a vibrator but nothing other than that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not a really big teaser, but you are so it's mostly unfair to him than it is to you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not a very loud perosn during sex but definitely let's out some groans and whimpers in between.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves seeing you change in front of him, when you first started doing it he was very mesmerized by your body.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's big, like I not know too big but 7 inches good. (I mean we all saw his dick imprint.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High as hell!

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will fall asleep right after but not before taking care of you

A/N

Let me know how you liked these, I've wanted to do these for a while and it was pretty fun

Bye-Bye

But before I go gimme a little kiss

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marvelcriminalhoe · 1 year

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His Sinful Devotion

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Part 7 (The end)

Series masterlist

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20 - Steve is late 30s early 40s) , Dark, manipulation, dub con, Steve is hardcore manipulative (I’m serious), reader is hardcore innocent (I'm serious), Loss of virginity, talks of past dark acts, sexual acts on someone sleeping, P in V, Unprotected acts, Wrap it before you tap it, 18+ only.

AN: I haven't posted in awhile. Life has been hitting hard over here in the Mav Household. I’m not going to bore you with everything thats happened, just know I appreciate your support and understanding.

Warning: This might be a bit tamer than the other parts, but that's because they’re married and it's time for the fairytale happy ending... duh ;)

AN2: This is the big sha-bang. The moment you’ve all been waiting for. But that doesn’t mean that’s the end of the story with church guy Steve— don’t want to give a lot away— but with the hidden message in the ending I have a few ideas to do some au one shots with this story using this steve and a different reader, if others want that. This story was actually only ever meant to be a one shot but I’m a whore for praise and ended up doing all this for the people. I’m a hero.

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Everything has to be perfect.

That’s what keeps going through Steve’s head. Everything needing to be perfect. For you. For him.

The wedding planning didn’t take too horribly long, considering Steve had everything set up the moment he set his sights on you, but he still had to go about it in a way that seemed normal. Which wasn’t too hard to do, considering you looked to him to do everything for you anyway, just like he taught you.

The time between getting engaged and the actual wedding day was only a month. Actually less than a month. 27 days in fact. But even then, it seemed like eternity to him. He was so close to his forbidden fruit, to stealing you away and living happily ever after with you. It just made the time seem to go by even slower.

But now, after 27 excruciating days, Steve stares at himself in the mirror, his hair perfectly styled, tux fit to the nines, straightening out his bowtie, and he can’t help but relish in the now. He’s finally getting what he deserves. After years of thinking maybe this wasn’t meant for him, maybe he wouldn't get his story book, white picket fence, ending, he's finally here, it’s finally his turn.

“You ready pal?” Bucky questions him from across the room, dressed similarly to Steve with the rest of his groomsmen, Sam, Tony, and Bruce.

Steve takes a breath, turns around, and smiles, “Absolutely.”

His friends, who know how long he has waited, cheer, and Sam speaks up next, “Everything set up with the house?”

“The realtor closed today.” Steve nods, “We’ll be moved in, in New York, the second we get back from our honeymoon.”

“That’s great man. We’ll be glad to finally have you back home.” Tony walks over and claps him on the shoulder. The rest of the men nod. All the men, outside of Bucky who is still in the beginning stages, has a woman of their own out in New York. All of them having the perfect life they deserve, and all of them happy another one of their friends is on that path as well.

When the wedding planner comes and knocks on the door, all the waiting comes to a head.

You're beautiful in your virgin white dress, the lace veil covering your face, as your father walks you down the aisle. Steve is even more sure you’re meant for him. Picture perfect, as if you came down from heaven just for him. The Lord molded you for him. His perfect girl. His entire devotion.

The moment he lifts the veil and see’s your face, he’s actually certain you did come from heaven. His own personal angel. And he swears to himself then that he wont ever worship anything more than he worships you. Just like he knows you’ll only ever worship him. Just as you've been molded to do.

The ceremony is traditional, per Steve’s request, but it’s also short and to the point. Steve’s waited long enough.

It seems like everything after the moment you are pronounced husband and wife is a blur. You don't remember walking back down the aisle, or taking pictures. You don’t remember greeting your guests, or cutting the cake, or the first dance. Honestly you don’t remember much of the reception at all. You don’t even really remember leaving it, the send off, or the drive to the hotel.

It’s like you don’t come back to your senses until the moment you are standing in front of the hotel suite door. Steve scoops you up in his arms, adamant on carrying you across the threshold.

The suite is huge. Everything is marble white with gold accents. The walkway to the bedroom is covered in rose petals that lead all the way to the bed, where they make a heart. Champagne and crystal glasses lay on the table across the room, along with chocolate covered fruit.

Steve gently sets you down in front of the bed, smiling down at you as he cups your cheeks, “My little wife.” He coos, leaning down to kiss your lips. The slow and gentleness only lasts a few seconds before Steve’s inhibitions come forward, the darkness within him that he’s only let slip in small amounts with you, seems to break through the cage completely. He’s been caged too long, held back too much, and the beast inside him finally comes forward.

It’s as if his entire being engulfs yours, his lips feasting upon yours as his claws tear away at your dress, allowing the tattered white shreds to fall away to the floor.

Your back hits the bed with more force than you were expecting and the small whimper that leaves you is swallowed by the monster above you. He relishes in the sounds of your trepidation, the wails of your hesitation, your pleads for him to slow, only further his desire.

Despite your fears, he knows you are feeling the same desire as him, the wet justices coating his fingers tells him as much. His lips descend down your neck to your perked breasts as his fingers open you up for him. It doesn't matter how many times he's fingered you, you’re still so tight, squeezing his fingers with a firm grip.

Even with the mad man inside him at the forefront, he still wants to be a good husband of you, wants to treat you right, shower you with so much love you don’t ever look for it outside of him. He want’s to give you so much pleasure.

It’s why he curls his fingers just so, hitting the point that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. It’s why he keeps the pace steady, allowing you to rut against his digits as he praises you over and over, letting you get to your peak.

“That’s it darling. Come for me. Come for your husband.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“One more, give me one more.”

He wears you out on his fingers to the point you can’t even see straight, and when you’re chest is heaving, sweat coating your body, mind fuzzy, he stands, towering over you as he discards his own clothes.

He watches over you as he becomes just as bare as you. Watches the way your chest expands with each breath. The way you are practically glowing with the soft due on your skin. His cock is always hard for you, but right now, looking over you like this, knowing he gets to mark you as his forever, he's throbbing.

He wastes no time climbing back on top of you, shushing you as your weak please for reprieve reaches his ears, he knows you don’t mean it, not really. The feeling of your slick coating his cock as he slowly drags himself through your lips has him growling, and he’s glad he tired you out enough on his fingers so much because he knows the last of his patience withers away.

Sinking into you is like arriving home. He’s positive he’s never felt such a euphoric rush in his life. And again, he’s glad he’s already made sure you’ve cum more than once before claiming you, because he knows he’s not going to last long.

His thrusts are animalistic, his grip on your hips tight as he makes you meet his each thrust. Skin slapping against skin. Hard, fast, and bruising.

“My girl.” Steve moans from above you. All you can do is whimper and weakly moan, body too exhausted for anything else. “Only mine.”

The only thing on Steve’s mind is marking you up. He’s got your entire being as his. Your mind, Your heart, and now, he want’s the one last thing he deserves.

“Gonna cum inside you, honey.” Steve groans, hips continuing their assault on yours, “Over and over. Gonna fill you up with my seed. Mark your walls. Make you holy and completely mine.”

The image of you dripping with his cum, the whiteness running down your leg, mixing with the sweat coating your body makes him more feral than before, and it’s enough to have his eyes roll back and his cock twitch inside you. He swears he’s never cum harder in his life.

It’s exhilarating and blissful. Better than he imagined, and he imagined it a lot these past few months. He’s enamored by you. Completely and holy yours as you are his. His devotion is down right sinful, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

When he finally stops, he keeps himself inside you, knowing it’ll only be a few minutes before he’s ready to go again, and he peppers your face with kisses. Your body is so exhausted you’ve passed out, entirely spent, but that isn’t going to stop him from taking you again, and again, and again. Your his now and he can do as he pleases.

Not like that’s ever really stopped him before.

“My perfect little wife,” Steve caresses your cheeks, smiling down as he rubs his nose with yours. You’ve always been beautiful to him, but worn out on his cock, might be his favorite look yet, “We’ll be so happy together, I promise.” He vows, not for the first time today, that you both will have a happy life together. He knows you will. You’re perfect, better than the mistake he had before. You won’t do what she did. And he wont have to get rid of you like he did with her. No, this will be the happy ending he deserves. He knows it will. It has to be.

His devotions may be sinful, but what’s life without a little evil.

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blingblong55 · 10 months

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Dangerous Woman- Captain Price nsfw

part 1 is here

This is based on a request A/N: this part is long overdue...so here ya go:) Fem!Reader, Vampire au, smut, 18+, MDNI, Knife play, blood drinking, p-in-v, unprotected sex

It's been a while since you and John last saw each other, truth be told, it was just supposed to be a one night only kind of thing. But when he couldn't stop thinking about that night he spent with you, before his men interrupted, he found himself going back to that town and to that specific pub where he met you.

Rumours went around about him and the vampire of the town. It was an old tale, that the woman would lure men in, and one by one they'd fall into her trap, you of course were never the one they rumoured on, but of another woman, she was much older than you. Anytime he would be seen at the pub, the first thing everyone would think of, was the vampire. It wasn't and honour of course, it was like a curse, wherever he went, eyes were on him, because deep down people wanted to know if the tale was real. Women approached him, but he would turn them down quickly, just wanting to savour you.

Seven months and 12 days since he last saw you, you finally appeared at that pub. Surrounded by the men you had lured in, enjoying how they had become your loyal servants. A tanned man was your favourite one though, he was always so needy and ready to obey anything you'd command. But before you could bite onto his neck, John walked into the place. His eyes scanning the room as usual, and thats when his gaze met yours. A small smirk on him, as he walked up to you.

"I see you started the party without me, love."

"its not a party if you're not here, John." a wide smile on you, it was quite a surprise to see him here. Sure you had heard the rumours that he still showed up even after your encounter, but you didn't know they were true.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, r/n."

"I just needed some more of you, John."

You winked and he nods. He too needed more of you, and it wasn't just him that could confirm it, but the men he worked with. Soap noticed it at first, how during some full moons, he would get wet dreams, fuck sake the whole team knew. They heard him call your name as he groaned and moaned in his sleep. But they thought it was normal, after all it was just men and no woman around for months in that place. So they understood why he craved you, but it was just weird how at times he'd wake up and look for you.

Gaz and Ghost talked him out of going to you, that it was just a one night thing and that he should move on. But every time they would tell him that, John would be mad at them. Cursing them, "I know she wants me, you pricks." he spit out and walked away during practice.

One time by pure annoyance, Ghost called you a slag. "Price, fuckin' move on with it, that slag isn't yours to fuckin' claim, old man!" It took five men to put him on the floor, Ghost sustained some injuries but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

And tonight, as he saw you in that tight dress with your black corset, all he thought was on the many ways he'd be fucking you tonight. How you'd end up pleading for more, and he'd give it to you. How tonight, he'd make all the men in town hear you scream his name, and how you would leave marks of his back so he could proudly brag them to the other men.

He sat on a stool at and ordered a drink. He would throw glances at you every now and then, eventually, you walked to him. His back to you, but he knew you'd be approaching. Your hand on his back as you leaned in and whispered, "drinking without me?" a hint of a smile as you said it.

He turns to you and pats his thigh, "take a seat, doll." and you obeyed, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you sat on his thighs. He leaned in but you backed up, and he chuckled.

"Playing hard to get? You know that won't work with me."

"And why is that?"

"Because you want me as much as I want you."

"What makes you so sure?"

His hand under your dress, rubbing your panties.

"Because I can feel it, doll." His rough fingers playing with your wet panties.

"hmmm." You softly said

"like what you feel?" he whispered against your ear, and you nod. "good, because I will ruin you for everyone else, got that?"

"yes." you kiss his lips and that was enough to drive him wild. In a second, he carried you away from the pub and to the street. "same place?" he asked.

His eyes undressing you, imagining how good you'd look as you took every inch of him. You looked so young compared to him, but, in reality you were the one who was at least a century older than him. To everyone else though, you were just another twenty something year old, fucking an older man, a girl with daddy issues, looking for a man to tame her. He was an almost 40 year old man, fucking a young woman, who he'd for sure would be glad to call his every night.

As you reached the hotel room, that you had call yours years ago, you turned to him. "Promise you won't leave early this time?" You smiled and he softly chuckles.

"I promise to stay, princess." He leaned in, his hands starting to slowly touch the lace of your corset. You opened the door, you both step inside and you close the door behind you, he pins you to door, and starts to kiss you. He was rough with it, a hand on your back as he started to slowly take the corset off.

He kisses your neck and starts to leave marks all over it, you moan and hold his head there, you were getting deeper into this.

Once the corset was removed, his hands wandered your tight dress, how your curves made him go harder and how his cock was already begging to go inside of you.

But he had to make every moment last. So he carried you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kept kissing you, not wanting to let go of your sweet plump lips.

"So good for me, princess." he says in between the kiss, you nod and let out a soft moan as his hands slowly start to toy with your wet panties. He laid you on the bed, a wide smile on him as he watched you.

"This dress is no good anymore, doll...take it off." he commanded and you gladly obeyed. You in your bra and panties, he played with the lace of both, kissing your shoulders and collar bone.

"Ready to take me, darling ?"

"...yes"

With that, he undressed himself, his bare body to your eyes only. He smiled as you blushed, taking the whole view upon you.

"I'll let you take pictures later, doll."

He kissed you, his tongue on yours, licking and biting your lips., savouring your taste, and the way you moaned as he kissed you and his hands roamed you, drove you more closer to the edge. It was crazy the chokehold his touch had on you, but you were for sure not complaining.

As many know, when a man is usually very commanding on the job, they tend to look for a woman that will dominate them, for a change. And luckily for you, he was in the mood to let you take control. You flipped both of you, now you on top of him, your hands on his chest as you kissed and bit his neck. He moaned a little and his hips tried to move to get some friction from you, but you quickly denied it from him.

He groaned, his head thrown back, and thats when you felt it, the blood pumping through his veins, how they called for you. And in an instant, you indufled into this, your fangs in his neck as you sucked some of his blood. Once you knew when to stop, you sat up, some blood still leaking, he looked at you as you wiped the blood that was dripping from your mouth. His eyes widen, "W-what are you...what-" he stumbled upon his words, and all you did was kiss him, some of his blood in your mouth as you kissed him.

"I promise to not hurt you." Your eyes hypnotising him and he nodded. You reached to your nightstand and take out some ropes, you grabbed each of his wrists and tied them to the bed. You then took a knife out (safe for this kind of thing) and slowly dragged it through his bare chest, making him moan and groan in both pain and pleasure.

You licked the blood that poured out his body, drip by drip, its like his blood was the drug you have longed for. It was driving you crazy, and as your sweet lips licked around, he got closer to his climax. But he couldn't resist it, the ropes weren't strong enough for him and he soon escaped them, his hands on your hips as he inserted his throbbing length in you. He was big and thick, there was no doubt in that, and as you slowly took each inch with every thrust, you moaned and cried in both pleasure and pain, both of which you enjoyed.

He flipped you over, now it was him on top as he could no longer contain himself. You made you lay on your stomach as he ate you out from the back. His tongue and fingers in you, sending waves of pleasure through you. You grip the sheets and moan louder each time he slaps your wet cunt. Enjoy the noises that it made, he chuckles as he watches you close your eyes and ask for mercy and he wasn't going to give it to you. Your moans louder by the minute, his throbbing cock, asking him to finally fuck your tight cunt. And he once more was in you, letting you adjust to his size, and the second he knew you had adjusted to him, he thrusted into you.

He pounded into you. His moans were so obscene and the way you looked back at him drove him closer to the edge. He Slapped your ass harder each time, leaving his hand print of your sweet ass. Your moans and his filling the room.

"Taking me so well, like the good girl you are." he said as he kept pounding into you, you gripped the sheets more and more. You started to touch yourself, but he slapped your hand away, "Mine." he growled. His hand meeting your hair as he pulled onto it, then it went to your throat, choking you enough that it felt like pure ecstasy.

You were fucked senseless, no coherent words could be heard. And he liked it, "open your mouth for me." he commanded and you obey. He then spits in your mouth and closes your mouth shut, "swallow like the slut you are." his thrusts becoming faster and harder, your ass bouncing off of his thigh. You swallow and open your mouth to show him, "Good girl" he says and then he slaps you a little light, before they got harder, he spit on his hand, his spit then was mixed with you tears and the mascara that was running down. He enjoys watching your face as he fucked you raw. A grin on his face as you moaned and held onto the sheets.

Without any warning his pulls out, but not because he was finished but because he wanted you to ride him like the good cowgirl you are.

He laid on the bed and motioned for you to sit on his cock. And as the good girl you are, you sat on its, riding him. You held onto him for extra support, your hands on his back as you kissed him. Both of you moaning in between kisses.

"So....ah....s-so close" you moaned as bounced on his thighs. And he gladly started to finger you, so you could get off your high soon. The second you started to ride him faster, his hands were at your hips, trying to control your movements, because he was now also starting to get closer to his high. Your gripped onto him, leaving marks on his back.

Before he knows it, his lips were at your nipples, sucking and biting them. Groping them until he threw his head back and moaned louder, his hot load in you, almost leaking out as you kept riding him.

You soon after reached your climax, your moans and his starting to become more pornographic. He kissed you to shut you up, his tongue and yours swirling and mixing your saliva.

After you grew sensitive, you rested nuzzled your head on his neck.

"You can do it again."

He had given your permission to drink from him once more.

"John, you don't have to-"

"Go for it, I want you to drink from me." he reassured you.

You kisses his neck and licked a little, finding the perfect spot to drain some blood from. Your hands once more deep into his neck as you drank some of his blood. You moaned a little, enjoy how sweet and good he tasted.

He tapped your shoulder and you pulled your fangs from him. "You were such a good girl for me, I might let you do this more often."

"You don't have-"

"its a reward so just take it."

After much needed after care, and lots of cuddles, you both ended falling asleep from the exhaustion. By morning you woke up to awn empty bed, which had you more than confused, you thought that maybe it'd be the last time you would ever see him. But when you turned to your side, a small note was on it.

"Meet me for lunch, and maybe I'll give you a little treat. -John"

A/N: this was supposed to be upload back in April but clearly I had the inspiration til not. anyways...bye now!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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fuck-ur-selfie · 10 months

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Bill Kaulitz |Sfw|

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?). Bill always opens doors for you, he will smack your hand away if you try and do it yourself.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He offered you to go back stage with him and the group after a show. He's goofy, always goofy.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He would spoon you. He also loves when you let him put his head on your lap and just relax.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Bill literally hates cleaning but hes okay at cooking, hes not the best considering he almost burnt down the kitchen a few times, but that's only a few times.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He would buy you something, like a basket of chocolate or something and give it too you with a break up note in it, and leave it on your door step.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Bill would most defiantly wait until you guys are like on your 4th anniversary and then propose to you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Bill is very gentle, if you guys are play fighting he will stop and make sure you are alright.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He loves hugs, especially in a moment where a hug is deeply needed.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) 2 months into your guys relationship, maybe even sooner.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) (jealous s^x 4 sure) Literally will walk over to you and signal to the closest bathroom, closet, etc.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) You love when bill kisses you on your neck, its your weakness. Bill is very passionate about it aswell.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He is amazing with them, he will play all sorts of games with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Cuddling, talking about random things that come to mind for sure.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Watching movies, gossiping about things and people, and obvi cuddling.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) I feel like bill would wait and reveal things slowly.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) He is surprisingly patient with you, well with everyone aswell.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) He remebers everything about you, i mean sometimes he will forget a little but thats only because of the stress of the shows, etc.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) When bill bought a promise ring and "proposed" to you with it and had a whole paragraph to read to you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Very protective, if something bad happened to you, he would be on it in a second.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)A lot of effort, I think once he rented out a whole ass trampoline place just for the two of you so you wouldn't be bothered by anyone.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Bill defiantly bites his nails when he is nervous and hates when you do it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Bill could care less what he looks like.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Yes and no, Tom and you are his #1.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) He loves when you dress up with him, like random eras.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) He hates when someone doesnt like Tom, or you. But mostly Tom.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Bro can sleep for 6000000000 years if he could💀

#bill kaulitz #MARRY ME OMFG BILL PLEASE #2000s #bill kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz #tokiohotel

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dgttwisted · 4 months

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Lilith's birthday interview 2

All of Ramshackle is decorated with steamers an confetti with round tables filled to brim with yummy entrees as well as desserts courtesy of Trey an the monstro lounge/Floyd annoyed Azul until he agreed.

Lilith is dressed up in her favorite pink dress she's so happy she could burst she has never celebrated her birthday so the fact that her friends went threw all this trouble couldn't make her more excited then she already was.

she had a table filled with presents from all her friends that she was told she could open later after the interview.

(Art by @lanshappycorner )

"birthdays always get interviews?" Lilith asked rather curios about if it was a normal thing

"at this school they are" Jade responded with a smile he did find Lilith enthusiasm quite adorable to behold.

a knock could be heard at the door before that person let themselves in "i shall be doing this birthday interview i hope that's alright Lilith!" as soon as Lilith saw Lilia she hopped up an ran over to give him a hug.

"of coerce it is heh!" Lilia handed her a small wrapped box

"come on now open it i think you'll like it little one"

Lilith looked over at Jade who nodded saying it was ok to open it up. so she did an it was a jump rope with little cartoon bunnies as the handles. "Cute!...but um what's it for?"

"oh dear Lilith has no one showed you how to jump rope yet? i surely thought Vargas would have by now here let me show you~" Lilia took the rope an showed her how it was done.

"so cool!" she was in awe it did look rather fun. Lilia handed it back "lets worry about the jump rope later i promise to show you some neat tricks but right now it's interview time!~"

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"now Lilith time for the interviews" he sits her down on the couch "comfy?" Lilith nods in response "good didn't want you stand the hole time" Lilia said with a cheerful grin "now Lilith if you could have a student in NRC as a sibling who would you choose? oh an it can't be someone from your dorm"

"hmm" Lilith had to think about it for a minute "thats hard there are a lot of people at this school who I'm freinds with" she had to think long an hard "it's a tie!"

"a tie?"

"i can't choose one so I'm going to choose both"

technally she's not suppossed to do that but she is a kid so who would tell her no?

"who is the tie between?"

"Kalim and Hornton!"

Lilia smiled again he had to stifle his laughter he hasn't gotten over the fact that this child still refers to Malleus as Hornton of all things.

"can you explain why them an why it's a tie?"

"hmmm well they're both my good friends Hornton visits me all the time when i told him i was interested in stars he he baught me a picture book that had all these cool stories about stars an sometimes Hornton finds a cool gargoyle an he flies me to where it is to show me an-"

"he does what!?"

Lilith tilted her head "um flies me? he holds onto me the whole time so i don't fall"

"ah i see" he will be having a talk with him later

"i haven't been able to open it yet but Hornton got me something really big" she streches her arms out as far as she can

"that so" Malleus was in fact at the party because Lilith invited him of coerce.

"an why is he tied with Kalim?"

"oh hehe Kalim is always very sweet to me before an after all that stuff that went down at his dorm even though it wasn't his fault he would pay me a visit at least once an week he takes me for a fly on his carpet to go look at the stars an he plays games with me an Grim an-"

these boys honestly he can't even be to mad Lilith seems genuinely happy so he is going to drop it for now.

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"alright next question if you could transfer to any dorm which would it be an why?"

Lilith had to think about that one to "all these questions are tough ones..." she gave it some more thought "i think i would choose the dorm that Vil is in charge of um...i don't know how to say it? starts with a p?"

"Pomefiore! good choice why do you want to be in that dorm if you could choose?"

"they get to wear a bunch of pretty stuff an Vil always buys me dresses also the beds there are waaay comfier then the ones here are I'm jealous"

"hehe seems like a good reason, now Lilith the interview is over you know what that means?"

"presants?"

"well yes but it also means that i have to give you good luck by splashing you with some cake most of the boys throw it but for you i think this is enough" he takes hand fulls of the cream in each hand an smooshes it against her cheeks which made Lilith start to giggle an laugh as she did the same to Lilia.

#lilith = yuu #twst #twst oc #happy birthday lilith #twst oc's #lilia vanrouge #jade leech

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foxboyclit · 2 months

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fox i have decided to bother you for storyteller saturday this week, bc modern au obedience has destroyed my brain, and im sure you've posted *something* about it before, but i want to inflict modern au Nydalla's on you. because. ruthless businesswoman Minisstra...

that's all i've got but you know. i am. Contemplating

(pretend there's a question in here somewhere)

i posted something abt modern au Nydallas and tbh i havent come up with much else other than Vibes but heres some more bullet points for you:

Iphis is somewhere in his mid 20s and Minnies in her mid 40s

the times either of them were recovering from surgery were hell for other internet users. the amount of rancid drama a single tranny stuck on the couch can manifest is astronomical

Minisstras fashion is p much all sleek black dresses with silver jewelry

just swap the rise and fall of Menzo Houses with like...the stock exchange and thats what theyre constantly freaking out over

she'd text like an Old Lady with some modern slang/memes jarringly thrown in based on whatever Iphis recently explained to her. like how does she know what hot girl summer means

Iphis is just getting into trouble and hooking up with various people while shes at work

his phone is just full of those texts like "wow there's nothing i like about you" "tell me more~" "this isnt sexting" "its better than sexting". youve seen those compilations im sure. insufferable man

@hyenagirlbulge's stellar addition: Iphis is a Harvard business school dropout

bonus: Iphis' tumblr would probably be something like spiderboyhole bc i think its funny. its all black and purple aesthetic selfies. hes been banned multiple times for starting fights and being too horny for tumblr

i get what you said about vivien bc when you take the spider mommy death cult indoctrination out theyre like....So Much Worse

#this is an incoherent mess i hope you enjoy #c: iphis nydalla #c: minisstra eradia nydalla #in-fox

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hello Sonor!!! can i ask for a romantic star wars (x male) pairing? I'm male and gay, i'm an intp and aquarius (if thats relevant). I've got short black kinda fluffy hair, and I'm 160cm. My hobbies include dance, researching, writing and listening to music. My love language is words of affirmation :) People say that I'm quite distant and in my own world a lot of the time, and I don't get talkative unless it's about my interests. I always wear quite plain colours and usually it's something that is comfortable rather than fashionable. I hope this isn't too much information, I got a bit carried away :p have a nice rest of your day! :)

Thanks for the request Anon! It wasn't too much at all! This one actually went rather smoothly thanks to what you provided. You've got Tech from the Bad Batch. Hope you enjoy!

You two... are a menace to society.

As for your initial meetings, it was hit-and-miss.

Tech is well known for his habit of rambling off about things he's learned, and due to how often you're in your own mind, it's likely that you didn't hear what he said or pay that much attention on more than one occasion. That said, you didn't discourage his habit either, and it was probably this fact that drove him to find something that you would react to.

It became an almost daily thing. Whenever you encountered him on and off missions, he'd recite something new he'd learned to see if it would catch your attention, recording your reactions on his datapad so he could make more accurate predictions for his next attempt.

When he finally managed to find something you were enthralled by? He was absolutely elated.

Conversations between you two could last hours, much to the chagrin of some of his brothers. Rarely were they ever boring- at least to the two of you- and eventually, discussions of that nature became a regular thing between the two of you.

That said? I wouldn't say that talking was all you did.

Given that research is one of your hobbies, it's more than likely that you'd also spend time researching with Tech. Just being around you would have been enough to satisfy him, but whether you're actively looking into something together or just browsing on your own devices, he'd be sufficiently entertained.

Most likely encouraged you to join him and the rest of the Bad Batch on a few occasions. Just one mission wouldn't hurt, right? It'd be fun. Besides, it's not like you'd be with a whole platoon.

Pure chaos ensued. Maybe a couple explosions, but the mission was a success, so no harm done right?

Your dressing habits bordering on the plain side wouldn't bother him in the slightest- or the rest of the crew for that matter. They were known for being unorthodox, so you showing up in something comfy instead of a designated uniform? Wouldn't bat an eye. It's probably something they find endearing about you.

With you two being together? He's absolutely done research into fabrics and such that you like as part of a project to get you something to match his armor that he knew you'd actually like to wear.

Sure, as your boyfriend he's already crafted a pair of headphones that match him so you can listen to your tunes as much as you like, but with a matching jacket, everyone would know which squad you rolled with.

Not shy about complimenting you at all. You're his magnificent boyfriend, and he will make sure you know as much.

So words of affirmation? He's got that covered.

As for other love languages, he keeps an eye out to see what works and what doesn't. Like physical touch? He's run his own little experiments, getting a feel for what your boundaries were and when it was best to avoid it.

When you're sitting in the cockpit of their ship, he has a tendency to rest his arm on your shoulder as he leans forward to show you something on his data pad.

This is both something he's been known to do casually, and something he's done during missions.

Doesn't even realize he's doing it. It's a wholesome little quirk of his.

If you're down for cuddles he'd 100% be down.

Just as you tend to be in your own little world, I feel like he can be as well. You're probably the one that reminds him to be more detailed in his reports to the crew, so, for example, any damages the ship sustains will get reported instead of just what he deems important or life-threatening.

That filtering of information isn't always intentional but can cause problems, so there may have been a few squabbles earlier on. Issues always get resolved quickly, though.

If you were to ever spend time researching things that could prove useful during missions, know he's encouraging you to share with the crew and have your moment to shine.

When you two put your heads together there's little you can't handle.

Save maybe keeping track of Omega. Holy smokes that child is a beacon for trouble.

Good luck with this one, cause where he and his brothers are? Things are certainly interesting.

This is probably the quickest matchup I've done, to be honest. So if you've managed to get this far? Thanks for reading! May the force be with you, and may your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep.

For those who are new here, I take requests. You can find my rules here.

#star wars matchup #tech bad batch #bad batch #bad batch matchup #tech x male reader #star wars #tech x you #bad batch x male reader #romantic matchup #headcanons

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therealloopylupin2099 · 5 months

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the Nutcracker: short fanfic gift for a friend (with permission)

characters in it: @daydreamdaysaway and Me @therealloopylupin2099 but it’s our profile pics interacting with eachother with our pfp names. Guest star Peter B Parker

Daydream was walking the halls of the Spider society,she was trying to find one of her mutuals she interacts with in the society and on missions. She could ask Hobie,but they were busy at the moment,and she thought about asking her dimension’s Miles,but he too was busy.She couldn’t practice the part alone,the dance required two people for one part,and she needed a dance partner to help her out.

As she was walking,she heard a very comedic sound of something falling,like in the Wiley Cyote cartoons where the anvil makes a whistle sound before the cyote holds up a sign “ yikes”. She saw a big shadow that was similar in size of Miguel’s,which he never leaves his office,but she knew the other Variant of his that ALWAYS goes out( and as talkative as 616 Peter). And the voice confirmed it.

“LOOOOOOK OUT BELOOOWWWWW! CRASH BRANDICOOT COMING ON HOT! BOXES BEWARE IM COLLECTING WAMPA FRUIT!”

She stepped out of the way as the Goofy Variet of Miguel fell with a loud THUD. Snickering, she rolled her eyes and helped them up to their feet.

“WOAH! Talk about a crash land! And they say I land on my feet..they lied to me.” -?? Said.

“You are Very goofy,more so than Peter. How do you even lead things if your distracted like this?

“I have No idea! :p!”

“You do know there’s no actual Wumpa fruit,just some now crushed cardboard boxes?”

“No…ok yeah now I do dream .” They let out a chuckle that developed into a hardy laugh.

“Well Lupin can you help me with something? You can go back to giving Peter grey hairs and having Lyla lock you out of the sugary snacks?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah I can! What ya need help with Dream?”

“I need a dance partner,the dance requires 2 people at one part.”

“Uh..I’m not a dancer-“

“You tried moonwalking to Billie Jean the other day”

“THATS DIFFERENT!”

“Not really.”

“I’m not a professional ballet dancer,nor am I graceful as thou.”

“Well I’m not a professional either,I’m learning,I’ll show you the ropes.”

Lupin was reluctant and was nervous but agreed to your request.

You two went to the dance hall and put on the outfits needed for ballet.

“spandex is SO not comfy..how do we manage to wear suits like this?” Lupin complains and tugged at the dress suit he was wearing. “ my sensory issues are going off the charts”

“It won’t be long,just please bare with it, also isn’t your spider suit spandex anyways? I assume your and The actual Miguel wear the same thing,cause the future tech?”

“No my suit isn’t spandex,it’s made of Unstable Molecule Fibers,or UMF for short. They can withstand my claws on my hands and feet,same with the non fun version of me”

“Oh.neat”

“What about you? Your suit spandex or no?”

“No, I think Peter is the only Spandex costume wearer here.Mine is just a hoodie”

“Oh yeah. Kinda forgot,thought it was made out of symbiote or something”

“Another variant of me,not the same person big guy”

“Again.oh.”

They dropped the conversation afterwards. Dream, the Gwen Stacy varient,explained the dance to the clumsier Miguel Varient. For the most part they got it down,a few tumbles here and there due to their flat feet,but they were almost done practicing after 45 minutes.

“Ok this last part is called the Nutcracker, and I need you to lift me up when I say to lift me up,and give me a twirl,ok Loop?

“Yup! Think I understand. Say why do they call it the Nutcracker?”

But the question distracted them,and Dream spun in a circle and extended her leg out to give a graceful twirl. As soon as Lupin was sure they were ready to catch Dream for the spin move, her leg hit them in their groin. A squeak was heard followed by a sympathetic wince.

“OOOOOOH SHOCKING HELL!” Lupin held where they got hit,crippled over and curled up in a ball,and they looked like they were gonna cry.

“OMG IM SO SORRY! ARE YOU OK?!!!”

“Now I know why they call it the nutcracker”

Dream called Peter for help. She could try picking Lupin up by their shoulder,but they were bigger than her,so the extra help to carry the now crippled and in pain Miguel variant to the nurse,despite their protest that they hate doctors.

Peter arrive a few moments later.

“So how are they doing?” He asked.

“Still in a big ball of crying pain.”

“Well I’ll carry them to the nurse and hold them down,leave em alone in the doctor’s office and they just run from the doctor.”

Dream gave a silent nod and collected her stuff. She felt bad,so later she would ask if they’re ok,if they were not sleeping.

“So same time next week big guy?!”

The only thing they said as he was carried bridal style away was a pained “oooo”

she took that as a yes.

Ok sorry if this seemed longer, I said short but this wasn’t as short as I wanted 😭. I originally had the idea of just going in with the plot short,boom,nutcracker joke and end it but no my brain wanted this I’m sorry 😞. @daydreaming-en-pointe hope you enjoyed it,thank you for giving me permission to write it,might make more for my mutuals if they let me!

#spider person #spider man 2099 #gwen stacy #into the spider verse #spiderverse fanfic #profile pic Fanfiction interaction because my neurodivergent brain demanded me to

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mylifeisweirdok · 2 years

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If u were to redesign Sam Manson what would u do and why?

Oo this is an interesting question!

As someone also from bumfuck nowhere Illinois, i dont see goths often. All the goths ive seen are when i travel to bigger places like nashville and st louis, and while I know amity park is supposed to be a growing metropolitan area,,, its not giving goth culture just yet.

I do however, see punks.

In my tiny town of 40 people, down the road, turn left at the horses and you've got yourself a camp of folks from all over. They often come into town, and most of them are punks of all types-anarcho, diesel, horror, emo, street, you name it they've been through my area.

One in particular catches my eye when thinking of Sam Manson tho: crust punk. (An uncommonly specific sub culture i know, i have a flair id add ill get into later.)

Think about it. Her folks are the richest in amity, they have an image to uphold. They have to be prim n proper, they have to say the right things and walk the right walk, but most of all? Theys gotta be clean. Dress pleats ironed in, suit jackets dry pressed, the whole shebang. So to have a kid who shops in the 25 cent bin that owns a pair of crust pants that (nothing to the folks who wear them, this is for imagery) if needed, could create an odor cloud big enough to keep mosquitos away? Nah, they'd resent that.

Sam's parents would hate what she wears and how she expresses herself in public and at school, and thats the exact reason she chose crust punk. She also might've played around the different sub cultures, picked and poked until she found crust. That's where my flair comes in.

Now don't quote me on this, im not a punk so they prolly have a better idea of the concept than i do, but im p sure crust punks often are also travelers. They like to get around quite a bit, and what mode of transport will come to the middle of the boonies? Trains.

I think, when the trio gets out of high school and the ghosts settle down a fair bit, Sam meets a trainhopper taking the next train south while at Nasty Burger with the other members of the defect quartet. The trainhopper explains what they do and ask if anyone knows its departure (tucker prolly can find it on that ancient ass pda of his). And that hopper gets her thinking.

Thinking's always been dangerous, it gets ideas flowing and movements started. Thinking is what starts rebellions. And from what we saw of canon Sam, she don't mind the idea of bein an upstart (meat eater v recyclotarian deate, anyone?)

And that thinking leads her through reddits of hoppers past sharing the knowledge that gets folks started. Trainhopping isnt only a skill, its a well-held secret lifestyle that can be ruined with one whistle blower. The art of hopping isnt on a random internet page, but the way to start hopping is. And so she thinks, she plans, and she waits.

Months pass, and she's been mullin the idea of it. She passes the idea through the others. They all think she would enjoy it, and worse comes to worse she comes back to amity (no the worst is dying on the rails, but they don't need to know that). They all agree its a step forward that Sam needs to take. And so she plans, she waits, and starts collecting bits n bobs to help her out there.

And finally, nearly a year later, sitting at nasty burger. The quartet is talking the box ghost, the latest giw scandle, the usual, when the trainhopper from before comes up and thanks them for their help last hear (maybe they remember the hopper?) And then Sam gets excited. Sam knows the time is right. Sam asks the hopper to take her with when they leave.

And they do.

So, to sum it all up, methinks Sam Manson, the altruistic, the earth lover, the chosen one of Undergrowth, friend of the protecter Danny Phantom, friend of the defect quartet, is a trainhopping crust punk.

#sam manson #danny phantom #punk #crust punk #train hopping #headcannon #character redesign #idk i think i might redraw this later #later being tomorrow after i run my errands #thanks for the ask!#it was really interesting to think about #weirdshc

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stardustpinkart · 1 year

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I really think these two are quite cute :)

Chip, oh boy you are such a hipster, you think your so smooth, but youve got a LOT to learn about how to treat people. He kinda reminds me of Kuzco at the start of “Emperors New Groove”. I mean first intro, he acts friendly enough, the lingo, if a lil patronizing :P(Dress your kids in rags). But it is superficial? We see how he is with people in general, hes one of those, I suppose have an idea of how people should act, but its not cool? You dont really care or arent being really nice and your pretty judgemental? Thats one thing I like about the Chipocalypse, it blew that mindset away. People in general are actually pretty nice and accepting? Its just people like Chip who want anything not normal “gone.” BUT anyway. So we saw how he hit on Gloria, I suppose he felt he was being smooth. I dunno if girls really like being talked to like that XD It depends on context maybe? Someone when I got shopping or hold the door open for someone, they say “Thank you sweetheart/Cheers love”. I live in england, so, were typically a bit more friendly I guess with out slang? Saying stuff like THAT is rarely a come on, its more “Hiya pal!” “Thanks buddy”. Is america as friendly with its slang? Now, oh god the possibilties of these two, so many aus XD Like some where they get together but Chips still there enemy, and some in that vien, dont have him trying to hurt them? Like this one!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45290467

Theres so many ways these two could have gotten together Im sure much comical XD BUT I prefer best where, one way or another Chip isent quite the butt he becomes later?

He can be a cute dork, and I feel like Gloria is maybe a lil bit more the smooth one in the relastionship? The one able to make his heart flutter, tease him, be the more dominant partner? Maybe even wrapped around her finger(THOUGH I think Chip in his own ways, would wanna be nice to her? Spiol her with things or do things that make her happy even if he doesent like them, like art galleries?) She has fun teasing him and making him blush :)

“Nervous blondie?;)”

#artwork #fanart #big city greens #chip whistler #gloria sato #chip x gloria #chip #gloria #there a couple your honor ^o^

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actualbird · 2 years

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One for each LI, then! Senior Attorney's Badge, Wide-Angle Lens, Stud Earring and Ceramic Tea Cup 😁

YEEE ONE FOR EACH, let's GOOO :DDD

Senior Attorney's Badge: What are you most proud of?

ooooohhhh ok ive got two answers for this, a serious one and a not-so serious one that still is something im very proud of

the serious one is that back in 2020, i got this big-ish award from my university for Creative Writing: Nonfiction. im more proud of this award than i am of actually graduating college HJVJHAFVAKJS cuz i rlly did work my ass off to improve and refine my writing and getting this was just //brain explode-y noises. im p sure i peaked here

the less serious one is that way WAYYYY back in 2007 when i was like idk a few centimeters tall and in 2nd grade, this local educational tv show visited our school and randomly picked a bunch of students to see if we could answer a science trivia question for their program. the question was "Why does hair turn grey when people get older?" and I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW THE ANSWER AND GAVE THAT ANSWER CORRECTLY!!!!!!!

i was going up against 4th graders, 6th graders, i BEAT EM all cuz i was addicted to discovery channel and had, at some point, learned about melanin and its role in hair pigmentation.

this mightve given me a god complex very early on

Wide-Angle Lens: Where would you travel if you could travel anywhere?

i would like to go back to osaka, japan one more time!! i went on a trip there with my family once and it was lovely, but this time i specifically want to visit during the winter because i have never seen snow. as far as im concerned, snow is fake until i get to see it for myself. my brother lives in japan right now and back when it was snowing there, he sent a lot of really gorgeous pictures so i wanna see the places we went to back then but this time covered in Cold Stuff. that looks Really Fun To Touch

hey, is snow safe to eat? some of it also looks really fun to eat...

Stud Earring: True or not, what is something people assume about you?

that i watch a lot of anime JHVAFHVSFILASVFOAISH

this is something ppl Always assumed about me in college and i was really so puzzled like. is it...how i dress? how i walk?? do i just give off the vibes of somebody really into anime?????

i only had yuri on ice keychains on my bag back in college but thats just one (1) anime. i have watched more than just yoi, but not as much as what many ppl assumed i have. like huh, whats demon slayer. whats neon genesis evangelical. who are the heroes in academia. wh

Ceramic Tea Cup: What is your preferred drink of choice?

san mig 3 in 1 instant coffee

i literally cannot stomach any other kind of instant coffee, it Has to be this exact brand and this exact variant ajshfvkjshfak

thank u for the asks!! this was fun :DDD

#asks #exhausted-impact #ask meme #what about me gave off ''HAS WATCHED EVERY ANIME OUT THERE'' vibes in college legit jhavskfjhsa

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tentaipetto · 3 months

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Chapter 15

Thoros sat at his place at the head of the large polished wood dining table and waited for his food to arrive, the guest too, but the food was what was on his mind at this particular moment. He had tried to be more 'present' with his guests, with affairs of the state, but he had found that his talents were best served smoking large cigars and eating fabulous meals. Guests started to file noisily into the dining room, they all seemed to be in good spirits, although to Thoros people were generally in good spirits around him, he had a party atmosphere. The men wore brightly coloured suits with metallic threads and shiny shirts, the women were a different matter all together. The were primped and preened to within an inch of thier lives, thier make up looked like it was applied with some industrial appliances and a lot of patience. Thier clothes were impressive to say the least, everything that could be 'fancied up' had been, corsets, threading, buttons, edgings. It was enough to give even the sturdiest farmer a migraine. Thoros watched as people found thier seats and settled down with drinks and smokes awaiting the first of many courses, small conversations were breaking out around him but he wasnt being his usual gregarious self, he was holding himself back for the guest that hadnt arrived yet. She entered through the main doorway directly opposite Thoros at the other end of the table, he hair had been tamed and shone like spun silk and she worn a beautiful dress that did impressive things with her assets. Thoros watched as she looked around nervously, waiting for someone to give her some direction. "Ismelda my dear child!" he bellowed across the length of the room, drawing every pair of eyes with it to the rabbit caught in the preverbial headlights at the other end, "come and sit yourself next to me, we have plenty to discuss!" he smiled broadly as Ismelda made her way unsteadily to his side and took a seat, apparently she wasnt used to walking in heels. He watched as Ismeldas eyes darted from one thing to another, traced along the other people, her mouth gaping open and a rather gormless look across her face. Dumbstruck was the word he couldnt think of. He was also struck by how attractive she was when she was properly attired and attended to. His mind began to wander into things and scenerios that shouldnt be considered proper between a ruler and a young chosen girl. Behind him, a waited called out "Wild Mushrooms stew with Roasted Red Onions" and a line of waiters all holding small bowls of steaming food appeared from side rooms and placed them in front of the awaiting guests. Thoros looked at his portion hungrily, almost forgetting himself as he began to slurp at the delicious offering. He had made sure to employ the best chefs that the Northern Bank had to offer when he had taken up residence as ruler, it was one of the few things in life that he truly got to enjoy so he figured he may as well have the best on tap.

"So, you are the chosen one, yes?" The question came from one of Thoros' advisors Hector Roberson, he was a portly fellow who was known to enjoy a good stew almost as much as Thoros, although he wasnt in a position to afford such capable chefs and had to rely on the talents of his wife. Hector watched Ismelda for any reaction to the question but she seemed calm enough under the circumstances. "That is what I have been told sir, I dont feel no different that I used to, except here I get to wear nicer clothes" she took another spoonful of her stew and Thoros found himself mesmerised by the movement of her mouth. "Do you know what it means though child?" Hector pushed her, he seemed to think she knew more than she had been letting on. "I know it means Im important" Ismelda seemed to wince as the words left her throat "I know it means that I have a part to play in how the world does, thats all I got taught, thats all I know sir" She was beginning to look a bit flustered. "Enough enough Hector, let the poor girl eat her stew! We will have plenty of time to discuss things after we have all had our fill!" Thoros interuptted before Hector could push the girl any further, he was finding himself in a strange position of wanting to protect her almost, she looked so lost and alone in this place. He guessed it must be very different to what she was used to at home. He took another spoonful of stew and savoured it in his mouth a little. "What is it like at home my dear?" He asked, trying not to sound patronising but failing completely. "Simple I s'pose sir, and alot darker, we only have one candle in a room" Ismelda had almost finished her stew, she always seemed to eat like it was her last meal, Thoros liked that in a woman. "Just one candle!" he laughed loudly and other people joined in. "Do you miss it?" "Yes sir, I miss my family the most, my mother and father, my brothers and sisters" Ismelda looked cold, and small. He could see this wasnt a line of questioning that was going to end without someone in tears so he tried to change the subject. "Ah, but I bet you do not have cuisine like this at your home!" Thoros attempted to lighten the mood a little, he smiled at Ismelda, who smiled back, not a big smile, more a gentle curve at the sides of her mouth. "No sir, I s'pose not"

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