#Spongebob lock screen

[tonkicountry]

Spongebob lock screen

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Like most parents of my generation, I watched plenty of television as a child, although my choices were comparatively narrow: there were just three networks, plus PBS. This was children’s TV? Why was it so beautiful? Yet, meditative as the show was, Miffy was a jolt to my expectations. The mood was so lulling that when, in one sequence, Miffy gave her broken toy a small, frustrated kick, my husband was startled. It was like a shelter magazine for toddlers. The colors-red, blue, and yellow-were brilliant. It was drawn in the minimalist, mouthless style of “Hello Kitty.” (The brand sued the owner of the popular Japanese character for ripping off Bruna’s style the two sides recently settled in court.) Its heroine lived with her animal friends in an idyllic Dutch town, but none of them spoke their small dramas were narrated in voice-over. The show presented a world so stunningly peaceful that I dreamed of entering it myself.

#Spongebob lock screen series#

“Miffy and Friends” is a Claymation series based on the children’s books by the Dutch artist Dick Bruna, who created the character in 1955. And it was then, rattled by sleep deprivation, that I discovered Miffy.

#Spongebob lock screen tv#

By 2007, when I was juggling a two-year-old and a newborn, a little TV watching in the pre-early morning seemed pretty appealing. I did so in the manner of other parents I knew, which is to say with my first child. Then, as a new parent, I dutifully followed the American Academy of Pediatrics guidelines-no TV until two. Until 2005, I had no idea that such shows existed: if you don’t have young children, it’s easy to condescend to the form. And, like the top dramas for adults, they harness to bold new ends the genre most deeply associated with episodic television’s strengths-the formulaic procedural, familiar to viewers from series like “Law & Order.” The best of these shows are as visually thrilling as they are well constructed. I’m not a saint.) But, as a critic, I’d argue that it’s time to recognize what this exhausting, rancorous debate has obscured: a quiet renaissance among children’s shows, many of them innovative in ways that parallel the simultaneous rise of great scripted television for adults. I’m hardly immune to such concerns like many parents, I limit my children’s Tivo time. Not to mention radio: in 1936, the educator Azriel Eisenberg warned that parents “cannot lock out this intruder because it has gained an invincible hold of their children.” Over the years, such rhetoric has shifted from the moral to the neural, with spiritual anxieties now expressed in the fear that young kids will grow addicted to dopamine squirts, their brains ruined rather than their souls. Decry the trend of marketing to newborns, the co-branded toys, the childhood obesity, the dwindling attention spans, the fate of the picture book, the wasted hours the American child spends in front of the tube (three a day, on average!), and all those selfish, shower-taking parents who use TV as a babysitter.įor six decades, people have been wringing their hands with worry, echoing panics about the corrupting influence of comic books and rock music. (I suggest Beaker or the Swedish chef.) Then begin the lament, and lay it on thick, with comparisons to candy and drugs. Begin with the sinister idiom “screen time.” To show you’re no prig, make a warm remark about “Sesame Street.” Name your favorite Muppet. When children’s television comes up in conversation, everyone knows the drill. Some of the best shows for children follow the procedural format.

#Spongebob lock screen

[tiniedemon]

. . .

wearing his clothes

kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh

kyle

your off days were the best days of the week. you could walk around the house in whatever you wanted, sleep all day, eat the most unhealthy snacks without kyle nagging you. you truly did love your off days.

this particular off day, you were clad in one of kyle’s green t shirts, a pair of white cotton underwear, and tall ass graphic spongebob socks. a bag of takis and a cup of ramen rested on the coffee table beside where you lay on the couch, a pair of chopsticks held between your teeth. jersey shore played on the tv, holding your attention entirely.

keys jingled in the lock on the front door, your head perking up at the sound of your husband finally coming home from work. you jumped up, dropping your chopsticks on the coffee table, and raced to meet him at the door. it swung open just as you reached it, your arms instinctively wrapping around your husband’s middle.

“hey, sweetheart,” you greeted. kyle smiled down at you, hands cupping your face and eyes boring lovingly into yours, as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“you look so lovely today,” he hummed, pulling you into a soft kiss. “just as lovely as the day i met you.”

“you’re such a sap, baby,” you hummed against his lips, his hands traveling to cup your waist. he pulled away with a perplexed expression, fingers running over the shirt you wore. his eyes dropped down to your torso, eyebrows shooting up as he registered you wearing his shirt. you could see the lust brewing in his eyes as he bit his soft pink lip.

“you look ravishing, dear,” he practically groaned as he pulled you into another, more passionate, kiss. you giggled against his hungry lips, walking him backwards until your calves touched the couch. he sat you down, bent over you, hands bracing themselves against your bare thighs.

“i take it i should wear your clothes more often?” you teased, fingertips tracing the prominent vein in his neck. he groaned as he pulled you back into a heated kiss, hands fisting in the fabric hanging around your body.

“i’m begging, pretty thing.”

kenny

kenny was out of the house, working one of his two jobs. you finally had your first full day off in nearly a month, and you were living it up. you were wearing nothing but kenny’s favorite hoodie, hood up, and your underwear, feet propped up on the kitchen table, bowl of cheap pasta in hand and phone propped up next to your feet. you were watching a youtube video, completely taken by the content.

the two of you didn’t have much at all, just a simple dining table in the small kitchen, chairs you’d bought from garage sales, a cheap couch from a thrift store, and a mattress you’d gotten on sale from a closing mattress store. the most expensive item in your home was the television you’d bought with tax return money. nevertheless, you still loved your home.

you startled at the sound of the front door opening, craning your head around the doorframe of the kitchen. kenny entered the house, yanking off his work boots at the door, tossing you a tired smile. you smiled back, holding your bowl of pasta out for him to see.

“i ate at work, love. thank you, though,” he called softly. you shoveled the last few bites in your mouth, gluing your eyes back to your phone screen. kenny’s hands coming down against your shoulders made you jump, your head snapping back to look up at him, throat working to swallow the rest of your pasta.

“bad day?” you asked, reaching a hand up to trace the worry line in your boyfriend’s forehead. he wore a smile, turned smirk as he noticed the hoodie on your frame.

“not anymore,” he hummed, hands moving from your shoulders to your torso. he squeezed at your hips, craning his neck to give you an upside down kiss.

“is that right?” you chuckled against his mouth, hooking a hand around the back of his neck and burying your fingers in his hair.

“oh yeah,” he whispered, patting just long enough to trail a hand up to rest against the column of your throat. “i’m gonna fuck you against this kitchen table.”

stan

living alone had its perks. for instance, you could wear whatever you wanted, decorate how you wanted, grocery shop only for your taste. at least, until you gave your boyfriend a key to your apartment. nothing really changed except the grocery shopping, though you did tend to sleep in more presentable clothes in case he decided not to come alone.

you woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking, your stomach growling in response. you groaned, tugging yourself out of bed and trudging to the bathroom. after you did your business, you waltzed out to the kitchen, hands rubbing your arms for friction heat in your cold apartment.

stan was stood in front of your stove, a focused look on his face, insane clown posse playing quietly for ambience. you embraced him from behind, burying your head in the shirt he was wearing, deeply inhaling his scent. one of his hands came to rest against your arm, covering the back of your hand with his.

“morning, sunshine,” he greeted softly, emptying the contents of his pan onto a plate. you hummed your response, still groggy from sleep, and swayed against him. he turned in your arms, his own lacing around your back, his lips colliding softly with yours. you kissed him back just as gently, fingers toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. he pulled away to rub his nose against yours, then completely withdrew, taking in your outfit. his eyebrows lifted as a pleased smirk took his face, hands traveling down your waist.

“i love the way my clothes fit you,” he hummed, tugging at the hem of his shirt over your torso. you blushed, shifting your weight between your feet, suddenly feeling a bit bare in his shirt and briefs.

“you think so?” you asked bashfully, a shy smile on your face. his hands cupped the bubble of your ass, a hum leaving his lips as he eyed your body.

“i’d say you look hot enough for me to take on this countertop right now.”

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader

[ghostsbimbo]

The boys and going to the Trinity Of Terror [3rd Leg] with you

A/N: for those who don't know what the ToT Tour is, it's a 3 part tour containing Motionless in White, Ice Nine Kills, Black Veil Brides, and at some shows, Atreyu - I went to it last year and it's coming up on the one year since then, so why not make a whole post dedicated to it. Also, my very first attempt at writing Rudy and Alejandro!! :D hope you like it.

Simon "Ghost" Riley.

the dude would much be the type to help you get to the barrier and keep your guys' spot safe, glaring at anyone who would complain about his tall stature being right at them. He didn't wear his skull mask or balaclava, but you did do his make up so it'd very much fit one of the aesthetics of the bands. - He agreed to do a horror movie-esque look for Ice Nine Kills. - He wouldn't show it, but he definitely admired you in all the lighting. He also managed to catch a rose and guitar pick at the end of Motionless in White's set for you <3. Oh and he watched with an amused look when you were squealing over getting the set list.

John Price

Peepaw would be in the seats as you had the time of your life down in the general admissions area. He'd be watching with worried eyes when he seen the amount of mosh pits going, and get even more worried when you went into one. He's to old for this, and to see how you just ate up the energy of it all was amazing. He would definitely go through the concerts again if it meant seeing you so energized and happy after the show.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

You can not deny he'd be one to join in on the fun that is mosh pits. Of course, you'd have to teach him pit etiquette first, but it'd still be so worth it in the end. He'd also make sure to get you guys matching hoodies for y'all afterwards. you'd guys argue over which band, before settling on Ice Nine Kills hoodie, and then the SpongeBob themed Motionless in White shirt.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

I'm so sorry, but I don't think I can even see him at a metal concert. He'd be the type to drop you and a group of friends off and give you his card for merch - and food if you're hungry enough to spend money on stadium food. - He'd probably just sit in the car in the parking garage until you and your friends were ready to go. He knows the type of shows you like going to when you told him about one singular one, and his anxiety is like "nope, not for me, but I will totally drop you and your friends off at them"

König

His build and stature REALLY helps you out, Barricade EASILY. Sticks out like a sore thumb to the bands. Chris Motionless even taking a few minutes during the show to point him out in the crowd. - being nice of course, because that man is a SWEET HEART, like if you look up the word sweetheart in the dictionary? An image of Chris pops up. - Anyways, he gets like two flowers from MIW easily, one for you, and one for a little kid that was about 6 or 7 he had seen in the crowd that was bummed out he didn't get one. oh and he definitely got a drum stick from the drummer who he remembered was your favorite members. [ How could he forget? You have a whole fan blog dedicated to the drummer, Vinny Mauro ]. He is also VERY fascinated by the Bombshells during Motionless's set, especially when they have the grind pads near their crotch and have sparks going everywhere - "Mein Gott, isn't that dangerous?" - He also is all heart eyes for Spencer from Ice Nine Kills. Dude changes his lock screen to a photo of Spencer that he got during the show, even.

Alejandro Vargas

You would spend MONTHS begging him to go with you. He finally crumbles the night before. He definitely is the guy to stand there, straight faced and his arms crossed over his chest while you're headbanging and going into mosh pits and crowd surfing.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

He'd probably surprise you with VIP tickets so you could do the meet and greet. - hell, he'd use the meet n greet to propose to you so you could be proposed to in front of your favorite band because that dork loves you. - He'd also spoil the FUCK out of you with merch after :)

#.txt #call of duty #cod mwii #mwii #simon ghost riley #cod keegan #captain john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #keegan p russ #rodolfo parra #rodolfo rudy parra #alejandro vargas #x reader

[anisdany]

Long Lost Childhoods

I don’t usually like when people say “I was born in the wrong generation”, but I will never fault the kids of today for wishing for the childhoods of 2000s and 90s kids.....for most of it stems from the uniquely childlike desire to play outside and convene in child-centric locations, and there’s nowhere like that today. we make fun of ipad kids, but parents today mindlessly lock their children inside and glue their kids eyes to the screen. malls are either gone or completely unsafe. former hangout places ban teenagers. someone will film and post your embarrassing childhood moments for clout. predators at large. cars zoom over former skate parks. skateboarders get the police called on them. society despises children for existing as children. 

kids and teens today miss a childhood they never got. they miss the productive unproductivity of hot summer days and nights. they miss the local outdoor body of water to cannonball in. they miss discovering shiny treasure (a nickel from 1925) in the mud. they miss splashing in puddles on the street. they miss getting spongebob popsicles from an icecream truck. they miss hanging out at the mall and window shopping at Hottopic. they miss buying cute clothes from Limitedtoo. they miss wasting hours at the local arcade. they miss screaming and cheering when they make the newest highscore on pacman. they miss embarrassing themselves at dance dance revolution. they miss riding home on their skateboards and bikes. they miss laying in their friend’s front yard. and watching the sunset. they miss playing in the street as the night forms. they miss the loud music playing from their speakers without getting screamed at by neighbors. they miss scratching at mosquito bites. they miss catching fireflies in a jar. they miss searching for constellations. they miss setting up a makeshift tent in the backyard. they miss playing the music low and telling scary stories. they miss running inside when they heard a twig snap. they miss having no cares in the world. 

they don’t truly want to waste away watching videos. they want that as an occasional guilty pleasure. what they miss most of all is the long lost childhoods of their parents, and their parents parents, and their parents parents parents. all they do is miss, and I hope one day these freeing and long lost childhoods they crave are given to them.

#90s #childhood #y2k nostalgia #nostalgia #90s nostalgia #2000s nostalgia #childhood nostalgia #90s childhood #core core #the good old days #nostalgiacore

[solacedeer]

I know you like Sweeney Todd (which is mighty splendid of you) but do you like other musicals? 👀

uhm. When i’m drawing I like listening to Into the woods. Or just having the Recording in a small screen. (I singled this one out because I mean like EVERYTIME im locked into a drawing It ends up on)

Other musicals I like,, Ride the Cyclone, Shrek the Musical, Hadestown, Heathers, Be more chill, Hamilton, Legally Blonde, Anastasia <33, Hairspray, Mamma Mia, The music Man, Guys and Dolls, Chicago <33, A gentlemens guide to love and Murder (Sibella <33), Beetlejuice (kinda), The Lion king, Book of Mormon, Every Starkid musical except Black friday, Cats (but i haven’t listened to the whole soundtrack nor do I understand the story), Fiddler on the roof

Spongebob Musical is pretty good too, Haven’t heard most of Wicked, les mis, or Phantom of the Opera :0

Edit: I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT THE COMPANY LIKE THAT

I’ve only really seen a few musicals irl (like 2)

#i know you’re really into musicals right? #You said you actually performed in some #i’m in a Sondheim mood recently

[heavnlyhetfield]

having a baby with modern!late 80s/early 90s!james :( i like to imagine he’d be a bit more mellowed out if he were in his mid-to-late 20s in the modern day

he’s the type to just absolutely love letting the baby nap on his chest when they’re a newborn while he’s playing video games or looking at his phone or maybe even taking a nap of his own :(. he also definitely has so many pics and vids of him/her on his phone, and his lock screen is definitely one of those pics :( (you’re his home screen tho)

then when they’re a bit older and old enough to start watching tv and such, he’ll sit and watch cartoons with them in the living room on saturday and sunday mornings while you get some extra sleep :(( i’m gonna cry i need him

also random thought but modern!80s/90s!james definitely has spongebob pajama pants 😭😭 idk why i thought of that while writing this but i did

BUBS :((( MY BABY FEVER IS TOO STRONG FOR THIS IT’S TOO CUTE

#modern 90s james would be SUCH a girl dad #metallica #james hetfield #asks #papa het #bubbledtee #james hetfield x reader

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

3 thing ask:

2, 6, 11, 33, 34, 37

Three movies you have rewatched many times

1. Spirit: Stallion Of The Cimarron. I went through a phase when I was nine/ten where I’d rewatch this movie multiple times a week for… like a year 😅

2. Bolt. Underrated movie!! This was another one I looped when I was younger, and I tried writing a fanfic about it when I was eleven maybe but gave up after one page or something lol

3. The Good Dinosaur. Yet another one I looped when I was younger :) I saw this one in theaters too!!

I went through a major animation phase when I was 9-13. All these + How To Train Your Dragon were pretty much all I watched aksgaksgaksg

I still have all my animash edits saved :) Perhaps I will share them someday…

Three characters that inspire you

Ooh man, hmm…

1. Tommy (DSMP). This answer seems silly at first, but I’m always touched by how much and how hard he tries. He tries so hard to be good, and to help people, and to never give up on people, and it’s amazing. It’s rare that I find characters who are so, for lack of better words, good. He’s just a really good kid.

He also loves most everything he touches, and he loves hard. He loves so hard that it’s impossible to not see it, to not feel it, to not be changed by it, and that’s freaking powerful.

(I’m really having to Think about this question, because while I like a bunch of characters, I’m not often inspired by those characters)

2. Zelda (BOTW/TOTK). LOOK AT ME PICKING A CHARACTER FROM A VIDEO GAME!!! WOO!!!

If I had to describe Zelda in one word, I’d choose “selfless”. So, so selfless. It’s crazy.

The things she does for her kingdom and for Link and for the things she cares about is near-unmatched; she’ll do hard things for the good of others, and I mean really hard things. Heartbreaking, painful, scary things that I honestly probably wouldn’t do.

I think she’s really neat :) And I think I could learn a lot about being selfless from her.

3. Goshhhh I’m kinda drawing a blank here ummm

*spongebob time-passing-screen-thing with the french guy*

Okay so I literally hopped off tumblr for the night and came back to this question twelve hours later lol and I still cannot think of a character :’0

Three books that you would recommend everyone to read

!!!!

OOOOOOOH!!! OKAYOKAY!!!

1. The One And Only Ivan :D This is one of four stories that has ever made me tear up, and the only story that has ever made me cry. It’s just… ough. It’s beautiful and unique and it’s amazing it’s amazing it’s amazing I CANNOT tell you enough how amazing this book is oh my gosh-

AND FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING, DON’T FREAKING WATCH THE MOVIE! IT SUCKS! IT TOOK ALL THE THINGS THAT MADE THE BOOK UNIQUE AND GOT RID OF THEM AND THE RESULT IS AN INFURIATING PIECE OF MEDIA THAT DOES NOT DO THE BOOK JUSTICE! DON’T FREAKING WATCH THE MOVIE! READ THE BOOK!

2. What Beauty There Is by Cory Anderson. I read this one very recently, I think in December, and… wow. Absolutely stunning. Just… wow. It’s haunting—that’s probably the best word for it—and beautiful and deep and dark and tragic. It’s the sort of book that made me feel a bit heavier while I was reading.

(Also one of the four stories that has made me tear up sooooo)

There is a bit (not a lot at all) of swearing, and one scene that bordered the lines between PG-13 and something above PG-13; it was like… I don’t know, it’s kinda confusing. It was sort of sexual but nothing really ended up happening. It was more like an implication or a suggestion.

But other than those things, the book was fantastic and I highly highly recommend!!

3. THE ROAD BY CORMAC MCCARTHY!!! YES THIS DESERVES CAPS LOCK!!!

LIKE

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It’s one of the coolest and best stories I have ever hekkin read and it’s so sad and so amazing and so well-formatted and so interesting and so OUGHHHH

I need to reread this again 😭

There’s like, one swear word maybe? Two? Hardly any, really. But there’s definitely some disturbing scenes that would make a lot of people uncomfortable, so I’d advise caution.

But yesssssss this story is so good I’m gonna scream 😭

Three scented candles that you love the most

Gonna be perfectly honest here, I don’t like candles all that much. I just… eh. I don’t see the point. Not my thing.

So instead of doing scented candles, I’ll just list three of my favorite scents in general 😅

1. Vanilla :)

2. Certain flowersss maybe?? Some of them smell nice? Like vanilla but with honey and sort of like yogurt now that I think about it.

But a lot of flowers don’t smell like anything to me, so meh.

3. Uhhh

(This question is making me realize that my sense of smell is either not very strong or I just don’t… care that much about it lol because this is hardddd)

3. Like. Food. Good food. Yyyyyes.

Three people in history that inspire you the most

This is making me remember that I really do like history, and I like learning about history/people in history, but it is MISERABLE trying to find history books that aren’t hard to read or incredibly boring. So unfortunately I don’t know as much history as I would like :(

And I do like a bunch of people in history, but like the character question, I’m not often inspired by them.

Three languages you would love to learn

1. ASL!! I’ve been wanting to learn this one for years but haven’t been able to figure out how :’0 I would really like to take a class, but they’re surprisingly difficult to find.

2. Dutch! I think it’s super satisfying to listen to and I think it’d be fun :D

3. FRENCH!!! I technically know a little bit of French, but definitely not enough to say that I truly speak it.

#ask #ask game answers

[sad-ghost-jen]

Thanks for the tag @emofuck-inspace

So I have to share my Lock Screen, last song I listened to, Last photo I took, and last screenshot I did.

The screen shot cracks me up I love SpongeBob and I love Amity.

I’m going to tag: @thatbeardedchef @p00ryangster @kiewii @kortlen

Anyone else who wants to share I tag you. I don’t really talk to too many people anymore on here.

Forgot to post back in March was just in my drafts so here’s some content!

#the amity affliction

[thirdhouseontheleft]

tumblr gave me a writing prompt??? okay...i'll do it.

Prompt: Humanity has finally found a way to communicate with crabs, we realize they're smarter than us. Now that they know we know, what are they going to do?

"Are you getting this Sir?" the young lieutenant says as sweat beads on her forehead.

She tries to maintain eye contact with the General but he is a stern man with a stern voice and she didn't want to make this situation any worse.

"I'm getting this." The words spit out, harsh and quick.

The General lets out a deep sigh.

"Get out Lieutenant."

"But Sir I-"

"Get.Out.Now."

The Lieutenant tries to maintain composure as she makes her way to the exit, not even stopping to take off her protective equipment. But still, tears of frustration brew in her eyes.

When the door finally clicks behind the Lieutenant and the automatic lock whirs into place the General approaches the tank in the center of the room.

In it lay a single crab. The only decoration befitting the tank is a plastic Spongebob house hide. A piece of painting tape is stuck to the outside of the glass with the name "Bill" written upon it in sharpie.

The General pulls a small remote out of his pocket, and his thumb hovers over a yellow button near the center.

He presses it while swearing under his breath

The blinking red lights on the cameras on the walls turn off, along with the live feed screens, and alarm system.

The General grabs an abandoned cup of coffee off of the controls desk, the milk now separated in swirls on the top and dumps it over the panels.

It gives a spark and a whirr and then goes black, He takes the flash drive out of the monitor underneath and crushes it under his boot.

He turns back to the tank in the center and approaches, unable to move his gaze from the cheap knockoff Spongebob house he bought from Petco.

Now came the final task.

The last thing the General ever wanted to do. It was time to...

Kill Bill.

(I'm sorry lol I had to)

#show and tell time #show and tell #satt #satt-prompt #satt-writing-prompt #satt-crabs #kill bill

[lockscreenurself]

For @howlong-howlonghaveibeenugly :)

#lock screen #lockscreen #wallpaper #spongebob #bikini bottom #blue #cartoon #krusty krab

[dirtyspongebobmusicalconfessions]

@spongeystyles asked for some good Ethan pictures for a phone wallpaper and boy howdy did you ever ask the right person for this haha

#i actualy use one of these as my phone walpaper and another used to be my lock screen #ethan slater #spongebob musical

[naturesapphic]

(mommy!nat x little!reader) Bedtime stories

Warnings: age regression

I was in the living room watching my favorite movie, the spongebob movie. I was drinking my sippy cup mommy got me that has my little pony on it! Mommy was in the gym working out, she said that my bedtime was soon and since that I was a good girl today, I got some extra screen time tonight!

Third POV:

Natasha was panting and wiping her forehead with a rag as she was walking out of the gym. She was heading to the living room to put her printcessa to bed. She saw her little angel watching her favorite movie and she slowly got near her where (y/n) could see her in the corner of her eyes. (Y/n) sprung off the couch and ran into her mommy’s arms. “Mommy!” “Mommy!”

“Hi my beautiful dove”, Natasha hugs you back then pulls you away saying that she’s sweaty and stinky. You start to giggle and Natasha smiles at you with love and adoration in her eyes.

“Come on babygirl it’s bedtime, mommy is going to wash up, then I’ll read you a bedtime story!” Natasha says as she holds your hand, walking you both to your bedroom. “Okay mommy!” You said as you sit on the bed smiling up at nat. Natasha leans down and softly pecks your forehead before leaving to take a quick shower. While you waited, you picked out you and Natashas pjs. They were matching onesies, Natasha was stitch and you were angel (from lilo and stitch). Natasha came out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her and she smiled when she looked at y’all’s matching onesies. “Do you want mommy to help you in your onesie little dove?” Natasha says as she puts hers on.

“Yes please mommy” you say as you make grabby hands at her. Nat smiles and helps to put on your onesie. She picks you up and twirls you around. You giggle and she stops twirling you, then she starts to leave kisses all over your face while you’re in her arms. “Haha mommy!That tickles!” You giggle as nat stops, she lays you down in bed and grabs a book from your little library. She reads Goldie locks and the three bears. Near the end, she looks down at you and smiles when she finds you fast asleep. She puts the book on her night stand and cuddles you. She kisses your forehead softly and says “goodnight my precious baby”.

A/n: Hi :) sorry for posting it so late but here ya go. After this I’ll be taking a little break, but ofc I’ll still answer to dms. Have a nice day y’all :)

#natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #mommy natasha #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x little!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #mommy nat #age regression #sfw agere #fluff

[cantstoptheimagines]

Masterlist (Fandoms that start with V)

FAQ | Masterlists Guide | Fandoms | Requests | Schedule  

Victorious

Imagines

Close Your Eyes (Beck Oliver)

Lock Screen (Beck Oliver)

Puppy Love (Beck Oliver)

Seven Minutes (Beck Oliver)

So Much More (Beck Oliver)

That SpongeBob Fish (Beck Oliver)  

Get Well Soon (Robbie Shapiro)

#masterlist #cantstoptheimagines

[ben10-lostandfound]

User Generated Saturday: Ben 10 Hero Time (Alpha Demo) by Muskito

Welcome to User Generated Saturday, a side series of posts coming to Lost and Found dedicated solely to the works of fans. Since the flow of new official content has kindof dried up, I figured it's time I gave the amazing works of fans a spotlight. So we'll be starting with a fangame that released a demo today!

"Ben 10: Hero Time" is a fangame developed by Brazilian game developer Muskito. It currently exists as a playable demo that can be downloaded from this Gamejolt page.

Right off the bat, you can tell this game has had a lot of love put into it, as the visuals are incredible. The models are show-accurate to the designs, they almost look like Destroy All Aliens models but slightly less detailed for sake of performance.

As for the gameplay, as soon as you press "start", you begin in the area seen in the title screen.

This gives you a chance to familiarize yourself with the controls. And it's worth noting that this demo features both keyboard and controller support!

It plays sortof like if Protector of Earth was given the "SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle For Bikini Bottom - Rehydrated" treatment. Except instead of five aliens, you have the complete Original 10.

The main mode available here involves defeating waves of enemy robots, clearly modeled after the various small drones from Protector of Earth. You can also change Ben and the alien's color palettes by pressing the noted button near the Omnitrix Pod, which can change you from Ben, to Albedo, to a variety of others.

As soon as you start the waves, your aliens are locked to only Heatblast, and by reaching waves 3, 6, 9 and so on, you unlock the others. It's surprisingly rather difficult.

Outside of the main mode, you can fool around with the various aliens. Stinkfly has an upward glide, Heatblast has a similar upward flight move, Grey Matter can make bombs out of scrap, Upgrade can fuse with the robotic enemies, and Ripjaws can even go into the water!

Also, by spamming the F button/(Y on an XBOX Controller), you have a chance at unlocking Master Control, which removes the green meter from your HUD and allows you to switch directly from alien to alien. The demo also has local multiplayer if you have a friend with you.

It's an incredible little demo, and I hope to see it grow into something really amazing. It reminds me a lot of a demo I saw long ago on Youtube by a person named "Toonhead2". Give Muskito lots of love on Youtube and Gamejolt for his work on this thing, tell him Lost and Found sent ya!

#User Generated Saturday #Lost and Found #Ben 10 Fanworks #Ben 10 Fangames

[bubblyhoney]

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warnings: sailor language, suggestive themes/mentions of sex, drinking, nicotine use, being tipsy/intoxicated. no graphic or explicit nsfw content besides basically tonguing and giving hickeys and an ass grab.

tags: karl jacobs x fem!reader

words: 1898

A/N: i wrote this thinking that both people in this fic are of drinking age; i’m not, but i thought it would be a cool idea. i can assume many adult gatherings feature alcohol, so yeah. drinking isn’t integral to the plot of this fic. also it is pre-(or post)pandemic bc it’s just a general rule of thumb to not have parties right now.

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“Don’t, kill, me,” Karl warbles, setting down his bottle with a sigh. Freaks plays loud and tinny on the TV, album cover bathing those occupying the couch in a grayish light. Those occupants being just you and Karl. The room is lit with purple string lights and that one thrifted lamp with frogs on the shade he’d sworn was the best purchase he’s ever made. You’re sprawled out on the other half of the sofa, ankles crossed and a can of vodka seltzer swaying in your hand. The song changes to 20 Min by Lil Uzi and your foot bounces to the beat.

“What time is it?” You sigh, placing the nearly-empty can onto the coffee table next to your apple berry-flavored pen. He flicks his wrist towards his face.

“2:46,” he delivers, and takes a swig of the Angry Orchard in his hand. His sixth, specifically. The rest of the group had left roughly ten minutes ago, leaving the two loneliest people to drink alone. You, thoroughly tipsy, decided it was better to spend the night on his spare than pay $50 for an Uber. He agreed, of course. Why wouldn’t he?

Lifting onto your elbows, you just stare at him. He lifts an ankle to cross over the other and your eyes drop. What is his fascination with Spongebob socks?

“We should play 20 questions.”

“What?” His head swivels like a bobblehead and a giggle barely escapes your lips.

“20 questions!” You say excitedly, heaving onto your knees to look at him earnestly. “You go first.”

“Um, okay.” The song fades into Paper Planes and he bobs his head to the beat. “What’s your favorite breed of dog?”

“Shiba inu. Are you a virgin?”

The fucking tone of your voice makes him dissolve into giggles, hand pressed to his chest. You just shrug, reaching for the pen in the table. “Fair question, I think,” you say defensively. His chest heaves, but he sits up.

“No—no, I’m not a virgin.” His cheeks are red, but he’s smiling like it was an easy answer. Your mind floods with images of his long hair in your face, long fingers—a sweaty chest. You shake your head. “Okay, my turn,” he continues, giving you a weird look. “would you rather kiss Chucky Cheese or Ronald McDonald?”

“Karl!” You whine. “That is not how 20 Questions works!” You grumpily pull from your pen, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. Eughk. Apple berry sucks.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. The tell-tale guitar chords of The Adults Are Talking floods the room and his face brightens with a new question. “Have you ever been to a concert?”

“Yes, actually. The Jonas Brothers in 2009.” He wrinkles his nose, finishing his cider and dropping it onto the coffee table with a sharp noise. Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t you dare badmouth my boys.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” He reaches for your pen and you give it to him with a slight pout on your lips that he glances at.

“Good. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” A grin climbs your lips.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His eyes widen and smoke curls out of his nostrils as he hands your pen back. You just shrug and pick up your discarded seltzer. “Gimme a sec to think.”

“So many places?” You tease, finishing the last drop of your drink and crushing it beneath your palm. He shrugs, mirroring you, and cracks open another cider. He seems to think, brows furrowing, as he pulls a swig from the dark bottle.

“Boat.”

“Boat,” you repeat.

“Yup.” He looks at you, gaze flickering to your lips imperceptibly fast. If you were sober you’d probably notice, but you’re not and you don’t.

“You’ve fucked on a boat?” No way. Karl Jacobs. On a boat. Having sex. What an image—

“Yeah, senior year was great for me.” More Than A Woman fills the space of the silence as you consider this. You blink, processing.

“Whose boat?” You're genuinely curious. Was it a yacht, pontoon, fishing boat? Row boat? The sudden scene of him getting his foot stuck in a fishing net while pantless clouds your vision.

“My girlfriend’s.” And that’s that on that because he’s moving on before you can open your mouth and continue the discussion of the logistics of this. “Stop investigating, perv. Now it’s my turn. Hmm— wait! Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?” A sneaky grin is on his lips and now you just want to kiss him, damn it.

“I-Uh. I think it was under the bleachers. I also had a great senior year,” you offer, scooting forward on your knees so that you’re only a foot from Karl. He looks impressed, actually.

“Who was it?”

Your eyebrow raises in question.

“Personal question or one of the 16 left, Karl?”

His cheeks heat and he looks once to the TV.

“Personal,” he mutters into the mouth of his bottle.

“It was Brian Hernandez,” you sigh, gazing off into the distance with a fond look in your eyes. You feel the end of the game of 20 questions as you see him chew on his bottom lip from your peripheral. “Dude was insatiable. Managed girls’ basketball and looked damn good doing it.”

“I managed girls’ soccer,” he says simply, uncrossing his legs. “My girlfriend was goalie.”

“How long did you guys date?” You fold your legs up underneath you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You feel the most sober now out of all tonight.

“Dunno.” He sips at his cider. “Couple weeks maybe?”

You smirk. “Karl Jacobs puts out in the first couple weeks?” That’s hot, you don’t say. He gives you a look. “18 year old Karl was a player,” you tease, leaning forward to poke at his chest.

Smacking your hand away, he sighs and lifts a hand to tousle his hair.

“Guess he was.” Clear eyes meet yours and you take a hit from the pen that lays discarded in your palm. He watches the smoke float from your mouth. The TV screen swipes to Deceptacon and the mood quickly shifts. “So.” He turns toward you with lifted eyebrows. “You were a total nerd in highschool, huh.”

Your jaw drops. “I was not!”

“Come on; yes, you were.” He makes a face and drains half the bottle of cider. “You probably were in SpellBowl and every teacher’s pet.”

“Nice try, bitch. You were a dumb jock. I’ve seen the pictures. The yearbook pictures.” You look pointedly at his hair.

“My hair was not that bad.”

“Yes it was.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he grumbles and pushes his hand through his long curls. “Just a little… short.” It’s your turn to make a face.

“A buzz cut nearly to your scalp is more than short.” He huffs at you and finishes the cider just as the song switches. “Anyways.” You don’t really have anything to say, actually. Too busy thinking about teenage Karl smacking tennis rackets around and fielding lost soccer balls for his girlfriend. She’s long gone, right?

“Are you wearing lingerie?” Karl asks suddenly and you look up. He stares pointedly at your chest and you move a hand to pat at your stomach.

“Oh,” you start, and flick the last three buttons open, fabric falling to reveal a baby blue lace corset. “Yeah.” He can’t seem to stop imagining what’s underneath it. Fuck. “Do you like it?” The tone in your voice is taunting and he has to look away.

He clears his throat and places the second glass bottle onto the coffee table.

“Yes.”

You rise onto your knees and pull your arms out of the button-up, letting it fall back on the couch.

“Do you want to touch it?” You're looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, he realizes, and you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re not asking if he wants to touch the corset; you’re asking if he wants to touch you.

“Can I?” He glances at you warily. You just nod, and it’s then that you’re shuffling forward. The material is soft on his fingertips when he brushes a hand across your torso. “Silk,” he mumbles, and stares, transfixed, at the loopy flower pattern crawling across your waist in shades of milky blue. You just hum and watch. He realizes suddenly when he traces a finger up on the ridge of the neckline that you’re not wearing anything underneath it. It makes him stop in his tracks, neck flushing. “Are-are you—,”

“Wearing a bra? No, I’m not.” You lay a hand on his shoulder, hoisting one leg over his thighs and settling down comfortable on his lap. He bristles then relaxes as you slide a hand up into his scalp. “Do you want me to show you?”

He glares at you, barely annoyed, and shifts so that his large hands rest in the curve of your waist. Poison starts in the speakers as his eyebrow raises.

“Do you normally wear corsets when we all hang out?” A lock of your hair moves past your cheek as he brushes it out of the way. His mouth tilts into a smirk. You seem to think about it, lips pursed, and grip both his shoulders in your hands.

“Only when I’ve got someone to impress.” A hand on your lower back presses insistently and you fall further into his lap.

“Who are you here to impress, Y/N?” He’s barely an inch from your mouth now, and can’t seem to keep his eyes on one part of your face. Cool breath fans onto your cheeks and they warm. God, he’s even cuter up close.

“You,” barely passes your lips before he’s taking the side of your neck into his hand and stretching to connect your lips with his own.

Cherry, you think. Cherry chapstick, that cheeky bastard. Taking your wrist in his hand, he loops it up and around his neck. You’re making a noise into his mouth, you realize, right as he’s sliding a hand down to the side of your thigh and gripping it between his long fingers. You shiver as he pulls away too soon, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before sinking his teeth into your neck. The gasp that leaves your mouth is surprisingly loud and your cheeks flush further. He just hums, pleased, and stretches an arm to the opposite side of your waist to hug you closer. Warm lips move on the skin of your neck and his tongue darts out few and far between the kisses.

“Fuck,” he breathes when your hips jerk forward once.

“Sorry,” you whisper up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut. “reflex.”

He grins against your neck and moves to grip an ass cheek in his palm.

“Your reflex to me licking a hickey is to grind into my crotch?” he teases. You just have to nod, lips parted, as he soothes another bruise with his tongue.

“Karl.” He seems to either not hear you or ignore you for he’s removing himself from your neck and connecting your mouths once more. “Karl,” you stutter between kisses, and he squeezes at your ass.

“Yes?” His lips are bitten and puffy when he pulls away, a smug look on his beautiful face.

“Take off my corset.”

He looks between your face and the lingerie, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comment what you think !

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[floorbe]

ANYWAY now that Rock Lee is my new hubby, can I get a scenario or hc’s (whichever is easier) of spending the night with rock lee for the first time 🥺 both SFW and NSFW situations if you please -⭐️ !!!

YES YEAH YES YEAH YES YEAH HOW ABOUT ,, BOTH?!?! n*sw under the cut//

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-Spending the night with this man is gonna be so fun!!!

-He’s planned everything so much that he almost has a schedule. He doesn’t, really, but it’s all up there in his head. A lot of nervous and excited energy from him, he wants it to be perfect!!

-He cooks dinner for y’all!! And if you want to help him, he definitely won’t say no!!

-Take this as an opportunity to do that couple thing where you wrap your arms around his waist while he cooks, bc he will melt

-He will initiate footsie while y’all are eating. And if you play along he’ll have a hard time eating bc of how big his smile is!!

-You two put on a movie afterwards where Lee pulls you into his lap practically the second you sit down next to him 

-Tbh he’s more focused on you than the movie, and you can tell by how he keeps pressing soft kisses to your cheek, but he will throw in the occasional gasp at the movie

-He also has boardgames! Twister, LIFE (the Spongebob version only), headbandz... he’s got an entire collection 

-Play twister and watch his entire body turn red when you two inevitably end up in a suggestive position... also you get to see this man TWIST bc he is so flexible

-When you two finally settle down for bed he is... so stiff laying next to you. You can tell how badly he wants to cuddle bc he’s practically shaking with reserved excitement and he keeps looking at you, but he is nervous

-When you roll over to take him into your arms/roll into his arms, he swears he has never been happier in his life. Watch out for the death squeeze as he tries not to cry

-You’ll wake up tangled together with Lee gazing adoringly at you, a hand gently rubbing your back. Kiss him in this moment and he will cry and profess his love to you again

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You’re hardly paying attention to the movie playing anymore, but you keep your eyes trained on the screen. You feel the soft touch of Lee’s lips as he kisses your cheek once more, a small sigh escaping his lips as he tightens his grip on you. You can’t help your lips quirking up into a smile as he nuzzles his nose against your neck, and you tilt your head slightly to let him. 

His slow breaths are warm against your neck, and you resist a shiver, instead swallowing thickly in an attempt to reorientate yourself from the simple feeling. He shifts slightly from underneath you, and by the way his thumbs are moving along your hips in a subconscious movement, you can tell he’s thinking. 

You let him think, curious to where his thoughts are headed, keeping your eyes on the movie in faux interest as he moves his head. You intake sharply as you suddenly feel his warm lips press against your neck almost uncertainly, and you can imagine his large eyes studying you for a reaction. 

You say nothing, and instead tilt your head further to silently encourage him. You can feel his lips form a smile, but it’s quickly forgotten as he presses another kiss to your neck, and another, and another. They’re different from the ones to your cheek; slower, more sensual, and you can feel his hands tremble as he continues the intimate gesture. 

Your heart is pounding loud in your ears, and it only urges you to get up and turn around, to return the sensual affection ten-fold, but you hold off, wanting to feel his lips on your neck for just a moment longer. You let him press another kiss to your neck, and it’s only when he parts his lips to lightly suck on the sensitive skin do you finally move to get up. He pauses for a moment, breathing slightly labored as you shift. His arms loosen around you as you raise yourself from his lap to stand, swallowing thickly. When you turn, his face is flushed right up to the tip of his nose, his expression is contorted in concern.

His mouth barely opens to, you presume, ask if he’d overstepped when you’re planting yourself in his lap again, this time facing him. You hear him intake sharply as he looks up at you, large eyes blown wider than you’d ever seen them as you drag your hand down his chest. 

“Lee,” your voice comes out as a breathy whisper, and he visibly gulps, hands hovering near your waist. You slide your arms around his neck easily, heartbeat thumping in your ears as you feel him lean into you. He’s never looked more kissable than he does now, with his lips just slightly parted and that adorable blush on his face, and you feel affection rush through your body at the sight, “Please, kiss me.” 

The words have barely left your mouth when he all but lunges towards you, a muffled grunt escaping his lips as he eagerly melds them with yours. His arms immediately coil around you, pulling you flush against him. You eagerly respond, pressing yourself closer to him and threading your fingers through his hair. His lips are soft against yours, and you can feel his fingers clench around the fabric of your shirt as he tries to pull you impossibly closer. 

You softly sink your teeth into his bottom lip, pulling back slightly to watch his expression at the action. He lets out the quietest squeak, eyes squeezed shut as, you now notice, he trembles ever so slightly. You release his lip only to slam yours back into his again, swiping your tongue against his still parted lips. 

He eagerly darts his tongue out to meet yours, swirling together as light pants escape your mouths. You can feel his fingers teasingly dip under the hem of your shirt, and you can tell Lee’s waiting for your permission to go any further. You don’t even think before you push his hands under your shirt, moaning into his mouth as they immediately start mapping your sides and lower back. 

He trails his hand up your spine, pushing you to arch into his chest as he separates from your needy kiss. “F-flower,” he gasps out, his eyes half lidded, “Is- is it okay if we...?” You nearly chuckle at the polite shyness, starkly contrasting the way his hands, though paused in their movement now, are still clinging to you and nearly pulling your shirt all the way off in his attempt to feel all of you. 

“Of course it is, Lee,” you smile adoringly at him, tracing a hand up to cup his cheek reassuringly. “Do you want to go further?” you murmur, stroking his cheek with your thumb when he leans into your palm, “We don’t have to if-”

“I-I want to!” he cuts you off, his blush darkening at the proclamation. Instead of replying you lean away from him, and his hands immediately slide down to hold your hips instead. Your shirt falls back into place, allowing you to grasp it at the hem. You watch his eyes pin onto your torso as you roll it up your form, pulling it over your head with a small grunt as he licks his lips. 

The hungry look in his eyes as they rake down the newly exposed skin sends a shiver down your spine, and you bite your lip as his gaze locks with yours once more, silently asking for your permission. You take one of his hands in yours instead of allowing him to roam your form with it just yet, running the pads of your fingers over the bandages. You can feel his hand shaking as you hook your fingers under the rough material, untucking it from it’s tight wrapping.

You slowly unravel his arm, all too aware of the way his other hand is impatiently rubbing circles along your hip. He watches you closely, biting the inside of his cheek as he struggles to stay patient throughout the process. Once you’ve reached his wrist, you take a moment to raise his arm to press a kiss to the newly exposed skin, and it seems to sedate his impatient energy slightly as he blinks in surprise. He visibly gulps as you continue to press kisses along his inner wrist, trailing up with each new bit of skin that’s revealed. 

He lets out a breathy whine as you kiss his palm, keeping your gaze locked with his. “Y-Y/N, please,” he nearly whispers, squirming underneath you. You let out a gasp as his hips inadvertently rock up into yours, and you drop his hand to grasp onto his shoulders, grinding down onto him in response. He moans loudly, his other hand (now mysteriously unwrapped, when did he do that?) tightening his grip on your waist as he bucks his hips up into yours. 

He leans forward to tuck his head into the crook of your neck as he whines at the friction, his hot breaths fanning across your neck. His hands pull you down to help grind along him, and you moan out his name as he kisses your neck. He shudders against you, mouth latching onto your neck and sucking harshly.

You throw your head back, and for a moment all you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel. But the dull ache in your sex only grows with each rut of your hips, making you huff in frustration at the dragged out pleasure, too muffled by your clothes. By the time you decide to pull back from him to finally undress further, Lee is pressing heated, open mouthed kisses to your chest as he moves his lips across the parts of your torso he can reach. 

He lets out a broken whine as you finally get the strength to raise yourself from his lap, legs weak from the rising pleasure shooting through your body. He almost pulls you back onto his lap, eyes pleading, but as soon as your thumbs hook into the waistband of your pants he’s reaching back to unzip his jumpsuit instead. You shimmy your bottoms off, underwear with them, and let them pool at your ankles.

Lee is already squirming in his seat on the couch as you step out of the clothes circling your feet, his fingers wiggling as they reach out to pull you back onto his now bare lap, jumpsuit disregarded somewhere unimportant to you. You take a moment to rake your eyes down to his already twitching cock, and you nearly whine at how inviting his lap looks.

You watch his hips twitch upwards, still eagerly waiting for you to slide onto him, and you don’t waste another second before planting your knees on either side of his thighs, hovering teasingly above his tip. His calloused hands are already running up your thighs to grasp your waist, tugging you down to sink onto him, which you gladly do. 

He lets out the loudest moan yet as he finally fills you, throwing his head back as you moan out his name. He’s panting heavily as you slowly lower yourself fully onto him, and you can tell he’s barely restraining himself from fucking up into you already as you adjust to how full you feel. You shudder at the stretch of his cock inside of you, grasping onto his shoulders once more as you feel him buck up lightly, pushing himself deeper. 

“Fuck,” you whine, rocking your hips against his before slowly raising yourself up. You watch him tremble underneath you, fingers digging into your hips as you start bouncing on his lap. Your breathing is heavy as your legs shake, struggling to keep a steady pace with how close you already are. He stays planted underneath you, moans leaving his lips as his hips just barely buck to meet yours. 

“Lee, please,” you gasp out, meeting his heated gaze as he immediately focuses on you, his breathing ragged, “move.” As soon as the plea has left your lips he’s leaning back, anchoring his feet onto the ground as he finally thrusts up into you. You toss your head back as he pounds into you, wasting no time setting a rapid pace as he groans out broken syllables of your name. 

You can barely let out whines in between your breaths, struggling to stay focused as pleasure dazes you. You vaguely recognize that he’s shifting before your eyes snap open wide, a cry leaving your lips as he suddenly drives into you at a new angle, even deeper than before. You feel his lips on your neck again, leaving sloppy, breathy, open mouthed kisses along it as his warm hands fervently run along your back. 

He presses himself as close as possible to you, chest to chest as his hands press harder along your back, as if needing to feel every part of you at once. “O-oh, Y/N,” he moans out, his hips slamming up into yours as you tighten around him, growing closer to your peak. “Y-you feel so g-good, f-flower! I l-love you,” he gasps out, tilting his head up to catch your gaze in his.

You almost cum right then and there, seeing him look up at you so adoringly, his face flushed with a dazed smile. “Love you,” you moan out, struggling to find the breath to say much as he brings you closer to the edge. “I l-love you, yo- fuck- you’re so amazing-” you babble out, leaning down to messily connect your lips to his. He eagerly responds, his tongue sliding out to swirl around yours as he whines into your mouth. 

“’m close,” you moan, feeling the familiar rise of pleasure through your lower half as you near the edge of your orgasm, “G-gonna cum, Lee-!” Your cries only encourage him to slide one of his hands down to play with the untouched area of your sex, helping to finally send you over the edge. 

You hit your peak with a gasp, arching your back into him as pleasure washes over you. You tighten around him as he slams up into you, helping you through your intense orgasm as you moan loudly. His thrusts grow sloppy as you ride out your orgasm, your head lolling forward to tuck into his shoulder as you let out breathy whines at each thrust. 

He suddenly slings his arms around your waist, pulling you further down onto him as he pushes up as deeply into you as he can. He cums with a cry of your name, his whole body shaking as he empties inside of you. You can only let out another weak whine at the feeling, shivering at the slight overstimulation of feeling him fill you even further. 

He stills inside of you, breathing heavily as you both come down from your highs. You feel him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your skin as you wrap your arms around him in a hug. “I love you,” he murmurs against your skin, and you can’t tell if his voice is breaking because he’s tearing up or because of the strain he’d put on it by moaning so loudly, “You are so youthful...” 

You resist a snort at the unexpected compliment, too used to how he’d spout about youth when pursuing ridiculous antics. He must feel how your body shakes from the restrained laughter, though, because he starts giggling against your neck and you finally let loose spurts of quiet laughs. “I love you, too,” you say through your laughter, pulling back to press a sweet kiss to his lips. From the tears shining in his eyes, you guess that his voice breaking was from crying, after all. 

#n*sw// #rock lee x reader #naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #Rock Lee #naruto #⭐️ anon!! #Anonymous #i just love him so much