#and then I kinda fucked up a few of the others. in that it would be TOO popular of a character vs TOO niche of a character

[adriennebarnes]

Book Boyfriend Challenge

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: where Y/N records her fiancé reciting lines from her 3 book boyfriends.

Warning: 18+ lines used, spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I’m also working on an alternative version where Y/N has no idea Charles has read her books and decides to recite the same lines to see how she reacts, let me know of you want that posted. This takes place in the same universe as The Drive Thru Test

Y/N has seen TikToks of couples doing this challenge so he has picked out three books, Throttled by Lauren Asher, Eleven Eleven by Micaela Smeltzer, and Camera Shy by Kay Cove.

“Charles, muñeco, Can you come here for a second?” Y/N called from their living room, the books lined up on the coffee table. Charles comes in from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mon ange?” Charles asked.

“I have another TikTok challenge for us to try.” Y/N said. Charles playfully rolled his eyes and sat besides her on the couch.

“What is the challenge, Mon ange?” Charles asked. Y/N smiled.

“Okay so I have 3 books here, they are my favorite book boyfriends, there’s Noah Slade, Finn Harvey, and Reid Astor Crawford, I personally love these books, but I want you to choose whatever lines from these 3 books and recite them.” Y/N asked. Charles picked up the Throttled book.

“You’ve read an F1 romance book?” Charles asked, flipping through the pages. “Is bandini supposed to be Ferrari? Have you read this thinking about me?” Charles kept asking questions.

“Okay so I’m not the only one who fan casts you as Noah Slade, I’ve seen people make TikToks casting you as Noah, Lewis Hamilton is Jax, Carlos Sainz is Santiago, I’ve seen very mixed opinions about Liam, sometimes is Sebastian Vettel, others it’s Max Verstappen…” Y/N was explaining but Charles cut her off.

“You actually like this Noah guy?!? He’s such an asshole in the beginning.” Charles said as he was reading the first few pages of the book. “I can’t believe people imagine me as Noah.” Charles mumbled. “I’m a nice guy!”

“Muñeco, just pick a line, I’ll let you read the book after we’re done.” Y/N said,

“Fine.” Charles said. It took Charles a few seconds to pick a perfect line. “Okay, I got it.” Charles cleared his throat. “I’m not like any of the guys you’ve been with before. I May not be your first fuck, but I might as well be.” Charles said and Y/N started giggling. “What’s so funny, ma Belle?”

“Nothing, it’s just you’re so cute, I can’t imagine you saying this. But I must admit, your accent makes it hot.” Y/N confessed, kissing Charles. They broke away and Charles said the other line he has chosen.

“You’re a naughty little thing.” Charles tried to say in a seductive matter and Y/N covered her face with her hands.

“Okay that was hot.” Y/N confessed and now it was Charles’s turn to giggle.

“Okay this line is so stupid. ‘But I fuck like an A-list porno.’ I don’t know what more shocking, that the author thought it was a good line, or that you actually like that, I see you blushing, Mon ange.” Charles said and Y/N just shook her head.

“I like the book! Also, lines like this work because it is fictional, if a real man tried to say this to me, I would laugh in their face. But again, I think your accent makes it acceptable.” Y/N said and Charles kissed her.

“Okay I’m keeping this book, I need to know what people imagine me act like.” Charles said, getting off the couch to place Throttled in their bedroom on his side of the dresser. He came back, sitting next to Y/N, and chose the next book, Eleven Eleven. He was skimming until… “HE JUST TURNED 21?!?” Charles asked yelling. “She’s 32, that feels illegal, Mon ange, come on.”

“If you forget about the age, the way he is considerate, sweet, yet kinda cocky is such a turn on for me.” Y/N said.

“Am I competing with your book boyfriends?” Charles asked,

“If you really had to ask…” Y/N muttered. Charles found the line he wanted to refute but first he wanted to have a heavy make out session so Y/N would have full effect of the line. He leaned in to kiss her, he slightly bites her lower lip to insert his tongue in her mouth, both tongues fighting for dominance, Y/N had her hands in his hair but Charles was the one to light pull on her hair, making her moan. They pulled away and Y/N was panting/breathing heavily. Charles had his hand on Y/N’s inner thigh, rubbing lightly.

“Don’t get shy on me now, not when my tongue has been all over this sweet pussy.” Charles said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.

“I can’t believe you got me hot and bothered just to say that line.” Y/N pouted and Charles laughed. “But that line worked on me, can’t lie.” Charles then cupped Y/N’s face in his hands.

“No man is ever going to make you feel this good. Not the way I can.” Charles said, ending the sentence in a cute little smirk.

“I thought I was going to cringe at some of the lines, but so far so good. You’re doing great, mi vida.” Y/N said, giving Charles a quick peck before he picks up the last book. “I know a lot of people on GoodReads are not a fan but I really liked it, I related to Avery so much.” Y/N said with a pout and Charles faintly smiled while reading the first few pages.

“This Mason guy is an asshole.” Charles said.

“I know! Like who dumps someone in their birthday?” Y/N said. Charles nods in agreement and starts skimming a few pages.

“He’s a boudoir photographer?” Charles asked and Y/N nodded. “You wanna do a photo shoot like that for me?” Charles asked suggestively.

“Sure thing, muñeco, but you’re buying what you want me to wear for this photo shoot.” Y/N said and Charles kissed her temple, still skimming until he found the line.

“Okay, this is kinda long.” Charles cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound a little deeper and raspy, and looks into Y/N’s eyes. “You’re not going to speak. I’m going to talk to you. I’m going to strip you down and point out all the things I love about your body. For 5 minutes, Lu are going to enjoy a man who you think fucks like a porn star, worshipping you.” Charles recited, not breaking eye contact. Y/N blushed and looked away.

“How the hell did Avery not melt at that. It is official, you can make all these book lines sexy as fuck.” Y/N said and Charles chuckled.

“Well I’m glad this is turning you one, Mon ange.” Charles said, he skimmed until he found another one. “I’m going to make you vocal during sex, I’m going to have you screaming when you come, trust me.” He recited.

“Mm, not as hot.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, I agree, you’re already vocal during sex.” Charles commented and Y/N swatted his shoulder. “What? You’re acting as if that’s not the truth.”

“Just pick the next line, muñeco.” Y/N said.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me right now my tongue could go swimming, sweet girl.” Charles said in a raspy voice and Y/N covered her face.

“You did not pick that.” Y/N said.

“But I did. Mon ange, do you real,y enjoy ready these smutty books?” Charles asked.

“Yes I do, I like a modern romance, the smut is a bonus. I find them entertaining though.” Y/N said.

“Mm, should I buy you more books like this then?” Charles asked, pulling Y/N onto his lap so she’s straddling him.

“If you want to, of course.” Y/N said. Charles smiled before kissing her.

“I’m going to read Throttled when I’m on the plane for my next race.” Charles said.

“Okay, let me know what you think.” Y/N said.

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charlesleclerc I discovered that Throttled by Lauren Asher is one of my fiancé’s favorite books so I’ve been reading it and I have a few questions. 1, if I’m Noah Slade despite actually being monegasque, does that mean Y/N is Maya even if she’s Latina and not a Spaniard 🤔? 2, I know I am flirty but I am definitely not as flirty, forward, and cocky as Noah. And 3, I’m a nice guys, a relationship guy, and a family guy, Noah was nothing like that in the beginning! Anyway, not finished yet but so far so good!

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user29 OMG HE’S READING IT!!!!!

user31 Y/N is my favorite WAG and now I have another reason

yourusername muñeco, you were supposed to call me with your thoughts on the book,

charlesleclerc well I’m currently thinking we should recreate that scene in Milano, you want me to choose the restaurant.

yourusername 😳🫣

user35 LORD PERCEVAL!

pierregasly I think you broke the internet, mate

use56 PETITION TO CAST CHARLES AND Y/N AS NOAH AND MAYA FOR A THROTTLE MOVIE!

user23 yes!! They’re perfect

lewishamilton am i supposed to be this Jax guy?

carlossainz55 and me Santiago?

yourusername yes and yes, that’s what TikTok says 🤭

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[themultifanshipper]

Charles was shocked into silence. How could he not have noticed? He had known you for years and yet, he had never been so turned on in his life, just from hearing you speak.

Warnings: gn!reader, french!reader, cum play? GRATUITOUS amounts of french! Like half the dialogue is in french (with translation). This is entirely self-indulgent! Charles is really stupid in this I’m sorry but it’s for the plot, also he started out dominant then I decided halfway through he should be submissive, then switched back again. Barely proofread, it is 4:30am as I am writing this, sue me. There is disgusting stuff involving cum, and I’m kinda considering this crack because I can’t take french seriously.

Bon appétit, this is a wild ride my friends.

You had been working in formula 1 for most of your adult life, going from media teams to personal assistant, to lots of other jobs that finally led you to your dream job: race engineer.

Well, your dream job was really being a team boss, but baby steps, yeah?

Anyway, you had been promoted to race engineer to the one and only Charles Leclerc following the whole Xavi thing. But before that he’d known you as his assistant for a bit when his own assistant was on maternity leave, and before that you had been the media trainer for a few teams, including Sauber when he was there. He’d literally known you since his debut, and the two of you had grown very close over the years, and saw each other every week. So the fact that he could have missed something like this was embarrassing.

You were at the end of a race, going on about the tyres overheating to Charles over the radio when the car in front of him locked up and slid, forcing him to swerve and hit the wall with a sickening crunch.

You gasped as you saw the car make contact. “Oh Putain, ça va Charles ?” (Oh fuck, you ok Charles?) You spoke into your headset but there was no answer, and Charles didn’t seem to be moving so you tried again “Charles, tu m’entends? Est-ce que ça va?!” (Charles can you hear me? Are you ok?)

He finally replied in a shaky voice, and you were finally able to breathe and call the staff that would go get Charles and his car off the track.

Unbeknownst to you, Charles was having a mental crisis. You spoke French?

Since fucking when?

His ears were ringing as he tried to think back your years friendship for any signs. He came up empty. He was positive he’d never heard you speak French before. And he was positive he should not be hard, climbing out of his car after a crash.

When he got back to the garage, you were waiting for him, ready to ask him how he was but before you could say anything he grabbed your arm and dragged you into the nearest room slash maintenance cupboard he could find.

“What the hell are you doing Charles?”

He locked the door and when he turned back around his eyes were dark and stormy “Since when do you speak french?” he asked.

You just blinked at him.

“What?”

He backed you up against the wall, hands either side of your waist.

“Since when” he spoke patronizingly slowly “Do. You. Speak. French.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion.

“Charles, I am French. I have a French name. I was born and raised in France! What the fuck do you mean ‘since when do I speak french’???!”

His eyes widened as he realized how oblivious he’d been.

“My dad is friends with Pierre’s parents! I started my career at Renault! I brought you wine from my family’s vineyard! Charles how-  how could you not have known?” You laughed at him as he just stood there flabbergasted at his own stupidity.

“Sérieusement? Comment?” (seriously, how?)

His brain seemed to reboot and he put his arms around you “Je suis désolé, je suis vraiment débile” (I’m sorry, I’m so stupid) he giggled into your hair.

The proximity was odd but not unwelcome, as you put your arms around him and laughed with him, inhaling his pleasant scent.

“Tu as mis du parfum? Tu sens bon. ” (Have you got cologne on? You smell good)

He groaned. “Keep talking, please” and he squeezed you tighter against him.

You laughed. “Tu sais bien que je parle toujours en français avec Pierre et Este ?” (You know I always speak french with Pierre and Este, right?)

He whimpered into your neck and that’s when you felt it.

You froze in his arms “Charles are you getting hard?”

He put his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes, both of you going cross-eyed. “I’m sorry you just sound so sexy in french” he sniffled.

This was definitely something you could get behind.

“Ouais? Tu veux que je te parle en français pendant les courses alors? (Yeah, you want me to speak to you in french during the races?)

He chewed on his lip and nodded as your hand made its way to the front of his suit to cup him over the fabric.

“T’es sûr? On voudrait pas que tu salisse la voiture, tu devras expliquer aux ingénieurs pourquoi le siège est trempé” (you sure ? We wouldn’t want you to make a mess, you’d have to explain to the engineers why the seat is wet)

He whined and his knees almost buckled, so you turned him around against the wall and unzipped his suit, dragging it down to pool around his ankles, then making quick work of the second layer, leaving him in his very damp underwear. You pulled that down as well as you got a hand around his cock and started a slow pace, teasing the tip with your thumb every now and then. He bucked his hips and whined at the dry friction.

“What’s the matter? Un peu sec?” (a bit dry?) You said teasingly.

“Laisse moi t’aider avec ça” (let me help you with that)

You got down on your knees and his eyelids fluttered as you got your lips around his tip. When you took half of him in your mouth and reached a hand up to cup his balls at the same time, he moaned and thumped his head back onto the wall.

You pulled off “Garde les yeux sur moi, Charles” (keep your eyes on me, Charles)

He did so , with much difficulty, but his eyes snapped to yours and you continued, taking him all the way to the base and massaging his balls gently. His hips bucked up a bit making you gag slightly.

“désolé, je vais pas durer longtemps” (sorry, I’m not gonna last long)

So you picked up the pace and doubled down on your efforts, as his hands flew to your hair.

It took about a minute and a half for him to come, groaning your name while he filled your mouth. He felt like his soul had been sucked out through his dick. You didn’t swallow it all though, wanting to share the load, as it were.

You got up and pulled him in for a kiss, which he gladly accepted, and it was the most disgusting, satisfying kiss you’d ever had, all teeth and spit and cum, some of it dribbling down your necks and chests.

You stayed like that for a while, basking in each other’s embrace (and each other’s mouths) before you suddenly remembered where you were.

“Charles! Don’t you have a press conference to go to?!”

“Je m’en fous, je reste là” (I don’t care, I’m staying here)

He lifted you up and carried you to the other side of the room where there was a conveniently empty shelf, where he set you down before tugging your pants down and spreading your legs to slot himself between them. He was already half hard again as he pumped himself with one hand and used the other to swipe up the cum on his and your chests, then brought his fingers to your entrance, rubbing gently before sliding a finger inside you. It didn’t take much for him to prep you and he used the excess leftover cum to lube himself up and slide into you. You keened as he pressed up into your most sensitive spots. But he just stayed there, grinding slowly into you, driving you mad.

“Please, Charles!” You begged, pronouncing his name the English way.

He cocked his head and grinned at you, and you sighed in desperation.

“S’il te plait… Charles”

His jaw went slack as he used all the energy he had left to pound into you, right in that special spot that made you see stars, over and over until you were a whining mess underneath him.

You came with a shout, back arching off the shelf and he held on to you as he followed soon after.

Charles Leclerc got a heavy fine for not showing up at the post-race conference, or the debrief, or any of his mandatory duties. Fortunately, he had enough money to pay the fine, and take you to dinner that very same night.

If you're still here, you should get a medal. I'm so sorry.

#my thots #charles thots #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #cl16 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #gn reader

[marksbear2]

Hi Bear!!! I hope your doing good and having a nice day. I would like to request a ftm Ghost x top male reader!! I think he will look so pretty overstimulated.

FTM- SIMON GHOST RILEY X MALE READER

Hii!! I didn’t know if you wanted a fic or Imagine so I just made Headcanons so hopefully you don’t mind!!

⚠️Warnings!! Pure smut, ftm ghost, pussy, cunt mentioned, fingering, thigh and pussyjob, trembling. Mentions dom Ghost a few times. Semi like public, anal, and more ETC.⚠️

— He was very unsure about you two having sex. He was a bit nervous but still had his guard up. He was worried that you’ll see him less of a man.

— He soon realized that it was far from the case.

— You easily get him wet, rubbing and pulling onto his clit while rubbing your free hand over his bare stomach.

— In a middle of a meeting you would sometimes bury your hand in between his legs rubbing his clothed cunt to pry an reaction out of him. 

— When he doesn’t feel like having full sex, he’d let you rub your dick up and down on his pussy. He’d squeeze his thighs together and squirm around from you thrusting and sliding your cock against his cunt.

— He’d let out deep grunts and hard breaths whenever your fingering him secretly. He tries not to be loud or draw in attention.

— He loves missionary, he loves feeling your cock pound into him. He likes being forced to look at you while you drill your cock into his cock. It drives him insane.

— He also likes doing it pinned against the wall. He tries to cover himself mouth while you drive your cock deep inside him holding his leg up against the wall.

— The first time you ate him out he was shocked. He began putty when your tongue played with his clit.

— He often doesn’t moan instead groaning and grunting, but whenever you eat him out he’s moaning and whimpering. He’s easily overstimulated whenever you eat him out. He would tug and pull your head closer to his cunt so. 

— The first time he squirted, he did it all over your cock, his mouth dropped during the process as he was moaning from the new found pleasure. You both kinda froze as with the only thing that broke the silence was Simon’s heavy breathing starting at one another.

— You would tie his legs apart and dive your face in his pussy eating it out like it was no tomorrow. He would struggle and squirm around in the restraints as he couldn’t do anything.

— He is very open to trying new things out with you. 

— He would you vibrators and dildos to please himself whenever your gone. He would smell one of your clothes while he rode the dildo.

— His secret kink is that he loves it whenever you two mutually masturbate. He would finger himself matching the pace and rhythm of you jerking off your cock.

— He still likes to be dominant and having control. 

— He’d bounce and ride your cock, he would treat you like his own personal dildo. He would edge you while he rode you pulling himself off your cock every time you were close. 

— He would be very down to fuck you with a strap.

— He would force you to only fuck with your tip. Or whenever he was in a really bad mood you’d only get to fuck his thighs. You’d be like a dog behind him humping and grinding your cock into his thighs. He loves holding power over you with his pussy.

— He would dirty talk and mock you while he held your cock as he pushed himself on and onto your tip causing you to squirm and moan.

— His other secret kink is that he is very into dry humping. He loves the feeling of your clothed hard cock grinding and thrusting into his own clothed cunt.

— He loves the feeling you cum deep inside him. Even more whenever the condom either broke or slipped off.  

— Pulling and tugging on his mask while you fuck him from behind has to be one of his favorite things. Pulling his gear while you pound your cock into him merciless while he either is standing or on his knees.

— He likes taking it while you two are in the spooning. He loves the feeling of your cock pushing into the side of him while your free hand played with his cunt. 

— Accidentally one time while he was riding you, he lost balance and took all of you inside him causing him to let out a deep and primal moan. He usually gets himself warmed up but that time he took all of you inside at once causing him to cum. He squirmed and trembled.

— Whenever you have boner he would rub his clothes cunt onto your naked bare cock. Teasing and humiliating you about your desperate and needy you are.

— You two often going at it like rabbits.

— Him sucking your cock with his mask resting above his nose while he bounced on dildo. 

— He rides your face. He looses himself to pleasure as you dig your tongue inside him. 

— He gets instantly wet whenever you just lay your cock against his pretty pussy. He gets off seeing the size of your huge cock compared to his pussy.

— When he’s too overstimulated he would sometimes cuss you out, especially whenever he’s close to cumming. His accent will get all weak and croaky.

— Whenever you two are in a secluded and hidden spot in a mission you would pull his pants a bit down and thrust your cock inside of his pussy holding his waist.

— He takes it in both holes, so he didn’t react crazy like whenever you accidentally pushed your cock in his ass. He moaned and kept told you to keep moving.

— Filling up both holes with your cum. First his pretty cunt then his other hole. You’d keep going back and forth until he’s leaking out cum from the both of them. He likes being a mess afterwards.

— He would let you fuck him deeply and roughly as he finished up paperwork. It really doesn’t distract him. 

— He gets flustered during aftercare. It surprises you since you two probably just got done doing the most nasty and porn like things. And he only just got shy from you taking care of him. 

THE END

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[riki-riks-chick]

hihi 🙋🏻‍♀️

this may seem like an odd request but ill try my best to explain it 😭 have you ever watched jennifers body? Could you please write reader with a personality like Jennifer Check with a Heeseung boyfriend? like not related to the initial lore but more of a just overly confident hot girl who everyone wants but can’t have, with her gloomy tall boyfriend?

sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭

Sunshine And Rain ┃L.HS

antisocial!heeseung x overlyconfident!reader

heeseung is a bit of a loser and feels he's not cool enough for his popular girlfriend

fluff! small kisses, self-doubt, reassurance, yn loves her loser bf, grumpyxsunshine trope kinda

wdct: 2k

ty for the request i kinda like this one 💚

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Third Person POV~

Nights in Hongdae were always some of the best. You could walk around in whatever skimpy clothes you dared to put on, and no one would question it. You could also drink your ass off without any worries because it's the weekend and you don't have to get up for work the next morning.

Your friends invited you out, telling you all about how you guys could have so much fun if everyone brought their boyfriend to make sure you guys were safe the whole night.

You were especially excited because you had finally convinced your boyfriend to go out with you. He wasn't thrilled of course, but you promised not to force him to be social, and he agreed.

You're currently at the second club of the night and its 10pm. Heeseung has probably only had a few drinks, but you're well over tipsy.

You were sitting at the bar together, though Heeseung was hardly paying attention to you, and some man came up to you.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing?..." He smiled and you rolled your eyes. "Sorry, I'm taken. Sorry for you though, I'm not sorry I'm taken.." You respond cockily and the man scoffs. "I don't see a boyfriend around."

"He's right here." You gesture towards Heeseung who's to your right, turning to stare at the man attempting to court you, his hand is resting lightly on your waist. "Yeah, like this loser is your boyfriend. What are you a hooker? Do you sleep with losers like him for cash?"

Heeseung's hand tightens against your hips before he pulls back, standing up from his chair. "If I were you, I'd walk away." His voice was low, and deep. You'd always get excited whenever he got jealous or protective.

The man clearly wasn't taking you or Heeseung seriously because he scoffed out a laugh, taking another sip from his drink. "Listen, sweetheart... I'm not convinced by whatever this is that you and this boring fellow are up to.. Come home with me and I'll show you a real good time.."

Heeseung sighs against your ear, grabbing the man by the collar as you grab his wrist, simply shaking your head. You then push Heeseung behind you, glaring at the man. "Listen here... You're the real fucking loser and if you don't take your dumb ass away from me in the next five seconds, I'll find your facebook page and tell your wife that you like to spend time trying to fuck other people's girlfriends." You speak straight up and forward, making the man's eyes widen. "Wife? I don't have a wife!"

"Says the ring on your finger. Now fuck off." You then grabbed Heeseung's hand, pulling him towards the dance floor, your drink clutched in your right hand. He made sure to grab your clutch when you started tugging on his arm.

"Baby.. You know I don't like dancing.. It's too crowded.." Heeseung speaks into your ear, making sure you can hear him over the bass of the loud music. You simply pull him closer, taking another sip of your cosmo. "Hee, baby.. That's the fun part. You get an excuse to be pressed against me in public without anyone noticing or caring."

He simply chuckled at your slurred explanation, spinning you around so he could pull your back to his chest. He held your hips gently, swaying you against him. "I don't deserve you.."

"Oh shut up, if I wasn't dating you I'd be with some perverted asshole who only wants to fuck me." You reassure, reaching back to place your hand on his nape, making him rest his head against your shoulder.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit I picked out for you?" You finally question and Heeseung chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "The shirt was too brightly colored, and the pants were uncomfortable.." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzles against your neck. "Baby.. The shirt was light blue. That's not bright. You need to wear something other than black for once."

"I like the clothes I wear." He responds, and you can tell there's a pout in his voice. You simply smile, ruffling his hair. "If you like it, so do I.."

The night continues on as Heeseung continues to follow you and your friends around Hongdae. He's been mostly silent tonight except for his small conversations with you. On occasion he exchanged a few words with your best friend's boyfriend, only because he'd met him before and felt it would be rude to ignore someone he knew.

Once it hit midnight, you decided to part from your friends, not wanting to overwhelm Heeseung too much.

He took you to a convenience store to get you some water, and a hangover drink before simply just walking with you. Pretty street lights illuminating the streets, nicely colored signs all around you. Your hand is in his and he's smiling at you. Nights out are always so much better when he's with you.

There are a few stragglers walking around and Heeseung can tell that all eyes are on you as you walk by.

You've been dating for almost two years now, and he feels like he should be used to it, but he doesn't like that he never has you to himself. And it's not your fault because you're naturally outgoing and confident, it has nothing to do with how pretty you are. He's extremely lucky to be with not just the prettiest girl, but the most lovely and caring girl as well.

You've always been genuine with Heeseung, defending him whenever anyone tried to question why such an outgoing girl was with such an introverted guy. He fell harder each time you explained that his social life didn't matter as long as you were apart of it.

And now he's watching you walk confidently, heels sounding delightfully against the pavement. He doesn't even know how you're still wearing heels when you've been walking and dancing in them for hours now.

He's pulled from his thoughts when he feels you stop walking. "Heeseung... Do you wanna hang out in this cafe for a little while? It's been awhile since we've been to this cafe together.."

He couldn't say no to you if he tried, so he nodded, opening the door for you and letting you walk in. Even though it had been a long time since the two of you had been here, he still knew your order by heart. He ordered for the both of you before leading you to a quiet booth in the corner. He let you sit down before sliding in beside you.

"Did you have fun tonight?..." He questioned, wanting to start a conversation with you after being mostly silent. "I did.. But I was worried about you.." You reply, glancing up at him. He raises an eyebrow. "Why? I've been okay.."

"I feel bad dragging you around with me sometimes.. I know you don't really like clubbing.. Plus all the guys that approach me. I don't like when people disrespect you." You take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently as he smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Baby, you don't have to feel bad. I'd do anything for you, you know.. It doesn't bother me when other guys try to talk to you.. You're a very wonderful woman, and I can't blame them.."

You smile at his words, giving him a kiss. "You're always so sweet, Heeseung... But really, I promise that next weekend I won't go clubbing.. It'll just be us. Okay?" He nods, caressing your cheek. "Okay then, we'll do that."

The two of you spend the next hour in the cafe, talking and laughing together. When you finally get up to leave, the barista stopped you. "Hey, could I get your number?"

You simply scoffed, grabbing Heeseung's hand before leaving the cafe. Heeseung was slightly shocked. Usually you'd come up with some cocky response to turn guys down, but you simply walked away.

You were quiet afterwards, and Heeseung didn't know what to say. You stayed silent until the two of you finally got back home.

You kicked your heels off at the door, dropping your coat, which Heeseung gladly picked up for you.

"Heeseung, I'm gonna shower.. Do you wanna join?" You asked, glancing back at him as he followed you towards your bedroom. He simply nodded, setting your coat on the dresser, his own following.

You disappeared into the bathroom, taking off your makeup while Heeseung set out some clothes for the two of you to wear after showering.

He then joined you in the bathroom, turning on the shower before pulling his shirt over his head.

He then moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

You smiled, finishing taking off your makeup before washing your face.

Heeseung's hands were already working on unzipping your skirt, tugging it past your hips to let it hit the floor. He then pulled your shirt over your head, dropping it as he turned you around to face him, pressing his lips softly against yours.

You kissed back, sliding your hands up his sides as he cupped your jaw, tugging you closer.

Eventually he pulled away, kissing your forehead. You finished undressing before stepping into the shower. The water was warm and you already felt so much relief from the slight headache you had.

Heeseung pressed you against the wall, catching you completely by surprise as you stared up at him. "What?..."

"What's the matter? You're never this quiet.." He mumbles, his tone filled with worry. You simply sigh, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "I'm fine. I'm just tired." Your excuse is definitely not going unnoticed by Heeseung, he shakes his head, cupping your cheek. "Are you upset with me?.. I'm sorry if it's embarrassing having people talk about you because of me.." He asks, saying the words with no expression.

"Heeseung, I'm not embarrassed of you. And I'm definitely not upset with you. Stop saying nonsense." You speak firmly, gripping his wrist as he nodded. "Okay.. I'm sorry." He apologizes, smiling weakly as he pulls away.

You tug him back by his hips, staring up at him. "Now you seem upset... Hee, baby.. You know that I love you no matter what others think. Right?"

He nods, though the motion seems hesitant, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "If it makes you feel better, I won't force you into coming with me anymore.." You suggest, but he shakes his head. "I enjoy being with you, I just wish I wasn't such a loser.. That way people would think that you have a cool boyfriend.. Someone who's not afraid to have fun or socialize.."

His words make you scoff. You cup his cheeks, pulling him closer so he was only a few inches away. You kissed his forehead before pulling back to stare into his eyes. "Lee Heeseung.. I don't give a fuck about what others think.. I only care about you. And I like that you're a little boring at times, it's a good contrast for me.. You're like the rain to my sunshine.. You're perfect and nothing will ever change that.."

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ive never seen Jennifer's Body so I hope I displayed yn's personality right 🫣

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hyung line #enhypen heeseung #enhypen soft headcanons #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #heeseung soft thoughts #heeseung soft hours #heeseung angst #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung enha #enha heeseung #heeseung headcanons

[waterinz]

HAIII UR BLOG THEME IS SO CUTE IM IN LUV!!

more sukuna smut pretty pls 🤭 maybe something ab making reader (his favorite lover/concubine) dumb on his cocks 🤭🤭

AWWW THANK U SO MUCHHHH 🤭

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One and only..

warnings: rough sex, fingering, restraining, kissing, size difference, choking, crying, pet names (love, angel), degrading (slut, whore, “BITCH” USED ONCE), cursing, true form sukuna, aftercare, dacryphillia.

pairings: tf!sukuna x concubine!femreader

A/N: i love reappearing after long periods of time! :3

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Sukuna sat at his desk, looking around at his concubines, more specifically, you. His other ones couldn’t handle him like you could, round after round. Their sex drive wasn’t as high as yours, only you could fuck him in his true form for hours on end and still have energy for more. You were special to him. Other concubines hated you, not only did he give his utmost respect and allow you to call him by his name.

So it wasn’t rocket science if he chose you, almost everytime.

“Lord Ryomen, what about me..?” One cried

“Last time you ended up crying not even a hour in.” He snarled

That might’ve been his last straw with all of them, He released them all the very next day. All except for you. You even asked him why.. You follow him as he walks around

“sukuna, where’s all the other ones?” You questioned him

He turned around, looking down on you and smirked.

“Not here, love, I didn’t need them anymore.” He responded, just as fast

You kinda felt all fuzzy inside by that, He let them all go, just keeping you. As your following sukuna around, you notice this is the way to his room. He had a feeling you noticed where he was going with this.

His face said it all, the way his eyes lidded as he walked into the room with you. Looking around for something to bend you over, his eyes stopped on his desk.

Sukuna wasted no time, bending you over his desk. He already instructed that no concubine “shall walk my hallways with undergarments” which meant, nothing besides your kimono was permitted, for easy access of course. He hummed in amusement, still the only one who compiled with no problem. All the other ones would purposely wear lingerie under their kimono’s, which would force him to rip them off.

“Like a real slut.. already soaking wet.” He mocked, Rubbing a thick finger along your clit.

His degrading never sounded like he was displeased with you, more like praising. But it’s not?

Your efforts to keep quiet were futile, letting out small groans if his finger would slightly dip in as he roamed your entrance.

“Cmon.. we both know you beg for anything else, do it now.” He commanded, still wearing that same grin

“Please fuck me, Sukuna..” You’d mewl.

Sukuna smiled in amusement as he slowly pushed his finger deeper, in response, you groaned quietly.

“You’re lucky I actually like you, If not, I wouldn’t dived in with no prep.” He laughed

It was comforting to know he liked you, even if it wasn’t obvious. He caught you off guard by inserting another finger.

“Shit..” You moaned, holding back tears already.

His strokes were deep, and the farthest from unpleasant. You still couldn’t believe he was only using 2 fingers and you were about to cry. The difference between your cries and the others is yours isn’t ear splitting, he finds only slightly attractive. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if you were crying from pain or pleasure, but he really didn’t care enough to ask.

Just as you felt your high reaching, Sukuna took his fingers out with a pop.

“The only thing I allow you to come on is my cocks.” He exclaimed

You tried to not seem needy and whine. You felt his bulky forearms lift you off the ground and presses you against the wall, spreading your folds while admiring the mess he created in a matter of minutes. He fisted his cocks a few times, maybe 4 times each before strategically inserting both of his disgustingly massive cocks into both of your neighboring holes. The stretch for your cunt wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, your ass on the other hand? It felt like Sukuna was trying to part the Red Sea between your ass.

“f-fuck..! haah-..” You babbled in between breaths.

“C’mon, whore ..” He grunted, trying to not sound too pushy.

You loved the small things, nicknames, special care, etc. His large arms held you in place as he eased himself all the way inward. Once he was fully adjusted, he wasted no time picking up the pace. You felt the need to help, so you fucked yourself back onto him with all your might. Even if it wasn’t much.

One of his hands found its way around your throat, slightly squeezing on it. He pulled your head back to face him as he made the pace unbearable and damn near impossible to match. You could visually see his smirk in your blurred vision, he lowered his head and planted a kiss on your lips. He didn’t let go easily.

You moaned against his mouth as he picked up the pace once again, leaving you speechless.

“Like a real slut, Hah-” Sukuna laughed, pulling away from the kiss as he looked down on you.

You felt yourself on edge already, Sukuna sensed it by the way you sped up.

“su-sukuna.. I’m-” You were cut off

“Cumming? I know, love” He giggled, still practically ramming himself into you.

Embarrassed was an understatement, were you really that easy to read? Probably not, but he knew a little too much about your sex patterns. Your orgasim washed over you in a wave of pure bliss, completely stopping yourself. But Sukuna couldn’t care less, he kept going. Not long after, he felt himself speeding up with the last bit of stamina he had.

“Fuck…” He groaned before letting a long rope into you.

Short breaths were exchanged in utter silence until he broke it.

“Round 2? Or you’re much too dumb for that?” He laughed

“Never” You giggled in return.

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#waterinzwork🦈 #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #:3 #jjk au #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna ryomen smut #jjk ryomen #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #ryomen x reader #jujutsu ryomen #silly goober #goober :3 #daddy sukuna 😍😍

[larkspurglove]

I’ve been thinking about the ‘Ratio is Kavehtham’s kid’ thing I’ve seen floating around the internet and it’s actually kind of funny if you think about it because with how Ratio is it’s totally plausible that it’s because of how Kaveh and Alhaitham would’ve affected his personality as he grew up.

There’s the obvious of Ratio being a buff and blunt scholar, but while Alhaitham doesn’t give a fuck about most things, Ratio does. That’s where Kaveh comes in, because Kaveh cares about so much. Kaveh is a perfectionist and an empath and combined with Ratio’s inability to just walk away from an argument plus his ultimately altruistic goal of trying to ‘englighten’ so called idiots it’s clear how Kaveh influenced him.

Maybe Kaveh and Alhaitham would also influence how Ratio shows he cares in some weird way??? Like Kavehtham’s dynamic is very much ‘I hate you’ in public but ‘I care about you’ in private. Kaveh and Alhaitham bicker, but when it’s not about inane disagreements, it’s usually because one is afraid the other did something stupid that could’ve harmed them.

Like that’s lowkey what was happening in Penacony, even though we don’t really have much of a basis for Raturine’s real dynamic outside of a few brief moments in Penacony and the Final Victor lightcone (which like. Is probably not a good base)

The key indicative of what their actual relationship (to me) is was during 2.1 when Ratio was like ‘oh my god this gambler is being self destructive let me give him this so he doesn’t die for realsies’ and then Aven going ‘what the fuck why is ratio here he’s going to ruin our plan Sunday’s gonna realise he didn’t actually betray me fuck fuck fuck’

And while Ratio’s acting during the meeting with Sunday was moreso him resisting strangling Sunday, you could also claim that he gets his actor skills from Mr ‘I pretended to go insane from corrupt knowledge’ Alhaitham.

It would also be kinda funny if you think about it too hard because it would mean that Veritas Ratio, esteemed genius, somehow found a way to get past the Heavenly Principles just to escape his overbearing fathers.

#I miss kavehtham :( #no in game content for the two since 3.6 or something #I think so anyway #surely there’s gonna be the ‘Kaveh goes to fontaine and sorts out his mommy issues’ arc at some point right #honkai star rail #hsr #genshin impact #kavehtham #haikaveh #raturine #dr ratio #alhaitham #kaveh #aventurine #lark rambles #queue’d

[li0nn3stuff]

Kiddo

Chapter six

Kiddo masterlist

English is not my first language, be kind.

Modern!Older!Aemond x Modern!Younger!Reader

•Chapter warnings: obsession, stalking, talking of bullying, fingering•

“Have you seen him?” The girl says excitedly to her friend, looking at the new year boy.

“Yes! What do you think happened to his eye?” She responded giggling.

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, if it left such a scar, it must have been really bad.”

“I kinda like the eyepatch though, it makes him sexy…” The girl smirked as she looked intently at the boy with silver hair passing by the hallway.

“Oh, he’s hot. I would totally fuck him.”  The girl smirked in return.

“I’d rather have him fuck me. I have a feeling that he is crazy good.”

Two months after the encounter.

Aemond smirked, looking at his phone, his girl had been texting a lot, since they’ve been friends.

Surely, it’s not how he would have liked to have her, but if nothing, Aemond was patient.

He had his own plan to get his girl only to himself.

On his side, he had his advantage.

She kept texting him about douchebags making fun of her at school.

Some, that he would have loved to rip apart with his bare hands.

Like the guy that was on a date with her, or the girls she was with the day he first saw her. They just wanted to humiliate her somehow. He reassured her with his own stories, advising her how to act on those occasions.

All lies.

He was the popular boy when he was young, despite what he feared as a child, when his scar was still fresh, his marked face brought him nothing but popularity and girls.

Boy’s feared him, the mix of his stoic face, scar, and powerful family apparently intimidated the others.

He lost his virginity pretty soon, and he never stopped fucking ever since, his last year in high school he even fucked in the teacher room, without getting caught.

He fucked a teacher once.

He was a fucking king in in school. He was the one humiliating others whenever he wanted to.

But she didn’t need to know that, did she?

He was only doing her a favor, offering er his comprehension, his help.

There was no way she could find that out anyway.

-I could come to visit you at work?-

He  smiled at the new text on his phone. God, she was just perfect. 

Aemond was her only friend, and that always made her so eager.

She texted him a lot, day and night, she asked to see him more than one time a day, and if he couldn’t, she then asked if she could facetime him, or at least call him.

He liked the calls, he had the freedom to be hard rock or even fisting his cock as she spoke. He rarely accepted video calls, but sometimes he took the risk, she was just so innocent, he could do everything anyway.

“There were a few tomatoes.” She smiles happily as she turn her phone to show him her little garden, bending down to get at the same level of the plant, making the cleavage her large chemise more evident, he caught a glimpse of her bra, holding those breasts he would want to squeeze in his hands, as he slipped his cock between–

“Can you see?” She asked excitedly. He cleared his throat and nodded, as he brushed his cock with his hand.

“Yes, I can see.” He answered. She smiled even more and stood back up. 

“Rory says he wants a salad with my tomatoes.” She says as she looks down to walk without stepping on any plant. Rory was one of her foster brothers, he was five, and greedy.

“Of course he does.” He answered as he carefully unbuttoned his pants, drawing down the fly. He sighed silently, when he didn’t have his breeches restrain his cock.

She chuckled at his remark, looking up at the phone, at him. He felt a rush of adrenaline, lust, going up his spine then straight to his cock, at her looking at him, oblivious of his actions.

“I could bring you some salad at work for lunch, if you want to.” She proposed.

“Mh… What are you wearing, you could get your clothes dirty in the garden.” He slipped his hand in his boxers, caressing directly his cock, letting out a small groan.

“Don’t worry, today I just came to check.” She raised her phone up her head, so her entire figure would be visible on the screen. She was wearing a big white men's button down shirt, and a long wavy white skirt. Her hair was loose and wavy due to the braids she kept during the night.

“So what do you say?” She asked again. Looking at him.

“Another time, kiddo. Tell me about your day.” He leaned back in his chair, his office door was locked, but it was early anyway, so he tugged his boxers down as she started speaking.

-You want so much to see me at work?-

He texted back, smirking to himself. He would have loved to show her around, his pretty girl, have her watching him while he works.

Smell her scent in his office, her real scent, not that vanilla shit he bought.

-You say you work in a high lever of one of the skyscapes, I want to see it! :) -

She texted quickly back, and he chuckled, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment. Did she light the height? He could have brought her to the heavens, if she would just ask him.

-You’re supposed to be at school, kiddo, why are you texting me?-

-Texting you is funnier.-

He groaned as he saw her text, putting aside his phone, and trying to force himself to ignore the urge to go to her school, find her class and fuck her on her table with the whole class looking at them.

He could picture it so well.

How she would ask him to go somewhere else because she’s shy about her body, and mostly because she doesn’t want to be seen or heard.

She would beg him so sweetly, looking at him with her eyes, glossy from tears. And how could he have stopped at such a sight? 

-So? Can I come visit you?- 

His phone turned on at her text. He looked at it for a while, then he decided to finally text it to her.

-My place is at a higher level. You want to come there?-

He could feel his heart in his throat as he stared at his phone screen. When she started typing, he felt like fainting.

-Deal, time?-

He wanted to jump from his chair and scream. He had her.

He was going to have her in his apartment.

He chuckled, thinking of how he could turn this story into some kind of Raperonzolo’s story, lock her in his apartment, maybe even tied to his bed.

So he could worship her naked body from the moment he came home, untill he left, first with his tongue, then his fingers, and then he would finally fuck her to madness.

He honestly didn’t know why she trusted him.

He was only getting worse since he met her. 

He stalked her less, that is true, but only because she gave updates to him herself. 

To be fair, he kept stalking her the first few days, but only to be completely sure his girl would never lie to him.

And she never did.

Because she was his perfect good girl.

He was trying really hard to wash the smirk away from his face as he drove to her school. He just couldn’t. 

He was going to have her in his apartment, just him and her. 

He risked a hard on every time he thought about it, his mind playing infinite scenarios of how he could take her, trick her, use her, and she wouldn’t even realize it, she would think it’s completely normal.

He had to take lots of deep breaths, in order to contain all those freaky, but tempting thoughts.

He will be kind, gentle.

Just for her, he could do it.

Well, he could try.

He hoped.

He parked close to her high school and texted her that he was waiting for her describing his location so it would have been easier for her to find him.

He saw her approaching him a few minutes later, and he leaned to open the passenger door for her.

As much as he would have liked to get out of his car, greet her with a small kiss on her head perhaps, he couldn’t risk it. 

His… unusual appearance always made him pretty noticeable, he wouldn’t want anyone to remember him, nor recognise him.

She quickly slipped inside his car and sat on the passenger seat. Smiling softly at him.

“Ehy.” She said, looking briefly at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused by her eyes, that had a hint of sadness in them.

“What happened, kiddo?” He asked, feeling a hint of rage burning in his chest at the idea that she had probably been bullied again. She shook her head as she put on her belt.

“Can I tell you later? I– I just want to go away from here…” She mumbled, her cheeks already getting red from embarrassment. He hesitated a moment, looking at her, unsure if to insist or just drive off.

He sighed and looked away, turning on the engine and driving off.

“I… suppose your day at school was not easy.” He muttered, glancing at her. She was staring outside the window, enjoying her view.

“No, actually not, it wasn’t.” She said softly.

“Tell me what happened.” He didn’t want it to sound so much like a harsh order, but apparently, he just couldn’t help it.

“It just feels strange to tell you in person now…” She tried to switch the main subject. “I’m so used to telling it to you by phone or call, it seems almost… strange in an intimidating way to tell you now in person. “ She explained. Aemond sighed as he nodded, trying to be comprehensive, even if he just wanted her to just tell him what happened. He drove off a bit faster, trying to get home as quickly as he could.

She was wearing one of her usual skirts, white, long to her ankles, and a thigh white shirt, but with a black cardigan over it, some black boots at her feet.

He wanted to put his hand on her thigh, squeeze it, and feel the softness on her skin.

“What do you want for dinner?” He asked then, his eye constantly on the road, he won’t force her to talk now, he will do it in his apartment, when she’ll be more comfortable.

“Whatever you’ll like will be fine.” She smiled softly at him.

“Would you rather order a take out?” He asked then, and he saw with the corner of his eye that she shook her head.

“Oh, no, why? We can cook for ourselves!” She said he could hear the excitement in her voice. “Oh, well, if you… I mean, we can go buy groceries if we need to, or–”

“No, it’s fine, I have everything.” He cut off short. 

“Then we can cook, we can make something basic, quick… I’m already hungry.” She smiled and chuckled. He nodded, his mind picturing them cooking.

Like a couple. 

She would be by his side, chopping some vegetables, he would pass behind her, tease her with some kisses on her neck, pressing her against the counter.

He would press his head against the back of hers, looking down as he pushed his hips against her, letting her feel how hard he was for her. She would whine sweetly, so innocently, as he would start grinding against her, his hands quickly wrapping around her, caressing her belly and going down to– 

“Even pasta is fine.” She said again, leading him out of his thoughts. He cleared his voice as he moved on his seat, adjusting his position, as he felt his cock twitch.

“Pasta it is.” He agreed. She smiled again and went back on looking outside her window, as they approached his building. He parked the car and led her inside to the elevator. He didn’t try to stay too close, nor wanted his doorman to suspect anything, especially, because it would be the first time he saw him get in his apartment with such a girl at such an early hour.

Thankfully, she was too engrossed with the luxurious hall to actually talk to him, so they could pass for almost strangers, but then he led her to the elevator.

“What floor are you on?” She asked curiously, looking at the amount of buttons in the elevator, hovering her finger over them.

“Twenty two.” He said, and let her push it for him.

“It must be quite a view!” She said surprised, turning to look at him. His lips curved in a somewhat smile, as he nodded.

“Yes, it is indeed.” She smiled softly and waited for the elevator doors to open, jumping up and down on her tiptoes, impatient.

Once they got there, they entered his apartment.

“Wow!” She immediately commented. 

His house was quite modern, most of the walls were wide windows that gave a sight of the city, an open space for his living room kitchen and dining room, his bed and bathroom separated by a hallway. His house was modern, luxurious and elegant.

“Do you live here?” She asked as she watched around, mesmerized by the place.

“I do.” He asked, pleased by her reaction. She stopped and looked at him.

“It’s lovely. shall we cook now?”

As they ate, he tried to make her feel as comfortable as he could in his own house. Small chats were not really his thing. Chatting wasn’t his thing, unless it was for business.

“What happened today at school, kiddo? You still haven’t told me.” He asked as they moved from the table to the couch.

“It’s embarrassing.” She admitted as she rubbed her arm and sat on the couch in front of him.

“You’re embarrassed of telling me?” He raised his eyebrow, looking at her. “You can tell me anything” He sat back comfortably against the arm of the couch. He looked at her as she looked down and started playing with her fingers.

“We had a different lesson today at school…” She starts, and he calmly looks at her, letting her take her time to tell him. “We– we had a lesson about sexual education, and–” She took a deep breath, as Aemond felt that hot feeling on his chest again, anger.”Some of my classmates looked at me, laughing quietly, I– I don’t know, exactly why… but…” She paused again, and kept playing with her fingers.

“But?” He asked, leaning forward.

“But I–I think I can guess why? I– I mea, I’m not… really uhm– I have never.. I’m not familiar with… touch.” He felt like chuckling, but he dared not, especially considering the color of his girl’s face at the moment, red as a tomato.

“Touch. Touch like…?” He asked, a bit confused. She quickly shook her head.

“No, I mean, I obviously get touched! I–” She sighed and shyly put her hand on her arm, trying to prove herself. 

“Sexual touch?” He asked then, staring at her hand on his arm. He heard her gasp, and he raised his gaze at her, seeing her so red, he thought she would pass out.

“... yes…” She answered, ashamed.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, you know, kiddo?” He looked at her and gently brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You just need the right man, when you’ll feel ready.”

“I can0t really trust someone now, can I? I– I mean, I would like to… try new things, kiss someone maybe, but… how, how can I find the right person? You’re the only one I trust!” She pressed her hand on her face, and he smiled briefly.

“If you trust me, I can… help you?” He suggested. He knew she would have never thought bad about what he just said, but he had a clear plan in his mind. She looked at him between her fingers, surprised.

“Help… me?” She repeated.Aemond nodded again.

“You said you trust me.” He stated, and she nodded again, taking her hand off her face. “Then trust me now. Come, kiddo.” He sat right on the couch, and widened his legs, indicating her to sit between them. She looked at him for a moment, trying to understand if he really expected her to do it or not, but seeing his seriousness, she slowly stood up, and moved with her back in front of him, looking behind her as she sat on the couch between his legs.

“You can tell me to stop whenever you want to, okay kiddo?” He murmured in her ear from behind. He saw on the back of her neck and shoulders her goosebumps. “Just know… I’m doing this for you.” He put his hand on her shoulders, caressing her softly, letting his fingers trace imaginary lines on her soft skin, enjoying the contact for himself. He went down to her forearms and arms, ending on her hands.

She turned her head to the side to see him, her mouth slightly parted.

“Answer me, kiddo, I need your words.” His voice hoarse, as he intertwined his fingers with hers.

“O–okay…” She nodded as she uncertainty leaned her head back against his shoulder.

“This fine for you?” He asked as he kept brushing her fingers up and down her arms. She nodded again, closing her eyes. He slowly moved his fingers from her hand to her thighs, just caressing her from over the skirt.

He heard her take a deep shaky breath.

“I’m gonna show you how a man should make you feel, kiddo, okay? If he doesn't, you'll leave them.” He ordered in her ear. She looked again at him, her eyebrows furrowed.

“You can trust me, kiddo, I’m just helping you, you know?” He slowly started raising her skirt. “I’m doing you a favor.” He kept repeating, as he lifted her skirt over her thighs, as she kept staring at him.

“Wh– what do you want to do? Aemond– I…” She started breathing heavily, squeezing her thighs together.

“It’s okay, kiddo, just close your eyes, you’ll feel good, I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He brushed his lips against her ear, and he felt her shiver. He carefully wrapped his arms around her waist to bring her closer to his chest.

He looked down at her thighs, so soft and thick.

He brushed his hands over them, keeping his other arm secure around her waist.

“Relax, kiddo.” He whispered, as he slipped his hand between her thighs, finally.

He could feel his cock twitch in his breeches, begging for attention, touch. He groaned and ignored his urges, concentrating on her.

He slowly opened her legs, so that he could move his hand more freely, she didn’t resist him, she completely trusted him.

She shouldn’t be.

“Do you like this?” He asked as he looked at her face, her eyes closed. She pressed her lips together and nodded, her hands clenched into fists on his thighs.

“I’m going to make you understand why people like to touch each other, okay? Will you let me?” He asked as his fingers briefly brushed against her panties.

White cotton, like boxers for girls.

It was so different from all the other panties he had always seen, lace, lingerie, thong.

He always hated unsexy undergarments, yet, the sight of it only increased her sweet innocence, and turned him on even more.

He pressed his thumb against her clothed bud, making her jump back against him, he tightened his arm around her waist and kept her still.

“Shh, shh it’s okay, you like this, it’s okay.” He groaned as he kept pressing his thumb on her bud, slowly moving it from side to side.

“Aem– It’s strange, I– What…” She mumbled as her breathing only grew heavier.

“Calm down kiddo, enjoy it, you like it.” He kept repeating as he kept moving his thumb on her. She threw her head back on his shoulder again, letting out a strangled whine, her hand opening and grabbing his thigh, digging his fingers on his skin. He smirked as groaned softly.

“You like this, kiddo, just relax.” He moved his hand away, and he played a moment with the band of her panties, slowly moving his fingers beneath it, so she could have the time to stop him.

She didn’t, she didn’t, and there was no way he would have stopped now.

He was going to take what belonged to him.

He traced the line of her slit, as she squirmed a bit, whining.

“It’s okay, kiddo, I got you.” He pressed a kiss on her temple, as he moved his fingers again over her slit, feeling how his fingers were getting wet. He smirked again and kissed the top of her head. He pressed his thumb on her bud, as he kept working one of his fingers over her entrance, just teasing her, despite how much he wanted to slip it in, feeling how tight she was, her untouched walls struggling to accommodate one of his fingers.

“You're ready for more, kiddo? Do you want more, more pleasure?” He whispered in her ear. Ste turned her head and opened her eyes, looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes shining due to the tears gathering in them, her breathing growing irregular and heavier.

“Aemond… this is strange…” She whimpers as she squirms again, trying to escape the pressure of his thumb on her pearl.

“You want me to stop?” He asked. “You like this, so why do you want me to stop, mh?” He slipped his finger inside, just half of it, and she moaned loudly, surprised, grabbing his arm with both of her hands, holding onto it for dear life, as she kicked her legs, but his arm wrapped around her waist kept her secure against him.

“Aemond– Oh–” She moaned again as he slowly started to move it in and out, not pushing his finger in completely.

“Lay back, enjoy kiddo.” He pushed her back against his chest, and she bent her head back further, her legs bending and opening wider by themselves.

“Aemond… please, it’s so strange–” She let out a choked moan, arching her back. He smiled at seeing her so out of control for a mere finger, his mind wandering, imagining how she would scream if it would have been his cock instead.

“You do not like it?” He looked closely at him, how her face contorted at every single move of his finger. She shook her head. “Use your words, kiddo, I want to hear it.” He ordered, speeding up the movements of his fingers, pushing it deeper, searing for that sweet spot inside her. When he saw her moan again and tried to close her legs, he knew he had found it. She moaned again out loud, her mouth open as she tried to breathe in.

“Say it, kiddo. Tell me. Do you like this or not?” He placed his other hand on her knee, opening her legs again.

“Aemond…” She whined as she turned her head, pressing it against his chest, as she clenched her hands on his shirt, desperately trying to hide herself.

“Stay with me, kiddo, tell me what you feel.” His hand kept working that spot inside her, as his thumb bruised against her pearl, he felt her walls clenching on his fingers.

“I…” She cried out as she tried to hide her face further in his chest. “It… it feels… good.” She moaned again.

“That’s right, it feels good mh?” He groaned as she squirmed again and her body rubbed against his cock. “Fuck–” He growled, he was hard rock, and despite his cock was yearning attention, e was trying to only concentrate on him, even if it was fucking hard.

“Aemond… it feels really good– but so strange, please… I– I don’t know what’s happening… I feel so tense, ah!” She  started squirming uncontrollably, her face red, and shiny by a soft layer of sweat as her walls spasmed around his finger, as she came in a loud moan. Her breathing fast, irregular, her face relaxed, her body limp, resting completely on his. He moved his fingers for a few more moments, trying to help her riding out her strong orgasm, but he stopped as he saw a hint of discomfort on her face. He slowly pulled his fingers out, as she rested her face on his chest, her eyes closed, he licked his fingers.

Sweet, pure nectar.

“You okay kiddo?” He asked once he had cleaned his fingers completely. She let out a sweet noise, and he smiled, closing her legs and pulling down her skirt, he pulled her to him, her legs over his thigh as she kept her face pressed on his shirt.

“You were beautiful, you know?” He kissed the top of her head, leaning back on the couch.

 He was aware that his excitement was more than evident, and that she could see it, but even feel it against her side, but he did nothing to relieve himself.

Not yet.

Not now.

Maybe in a few minutes?

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[samandcolbyownme]

can you do something where jake’s gf struggles with depression, and he helps her feel better? tysm 🙏🖤

Prompt: Reader is texting their best friend about how insecure they feel and [whoever] oversees.

This is going to be kinda sad, but i promise it’ll get spicy.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, talk of insecurities, reader being upset, Jake comforts reader, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), hair pulling, biting, kissing, scratching, creampie, breeding kink, fluff mixed with filth

Word count: 2.6k | not edited

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The last few days have been exhausting, mainly because you’ve been acting like everything is fine - when in reality, you felt like you would explode if you looked at yourself in a mirror.

You haven’t taken selfies in weeks.

You’ve denied brand deals because of how ugly your brain is making you feel, but you got scolded for not posting enough so you had to, forcibly? kick it into high gear and that helped matters in absolutely no way.

And - when you’re an influencer who is also dating another influencer, it seems like you’re always on camera in some kind of way.

The last few days, the only time you really got to break down and feel all the sadness you’ve been hiding, is when you can sneak away from Jake’s grasp in the middle of the night and take a shower.

You felt horrible for keeping it from him, but you just felt like it was repetitive and you didn’t want to get on his nerves more than you felt you already do.

But luckily, your best friend, Gwenyth, is there to save the day.

She’s always telling you how much Jake loves you, and you know he does. You knew everything she tells you is true, you just need to get yourself to actually believe it.

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You came to a party with Jake, it was just a small one, but you still didn’t want to be here.

And that was obvious, as you were sat over by the fireplace, knees to your chest as you gently scratched the head of the random cat that’s curled up at your feet.

Y/n, Jake absolutely adores you. I promise you he won’t get annoyed by you saying something, Gwenyth texts, You have to give yourself a break, you’ve been working non stop these last few weeks and I feel like that’s a big part of your issue.

You sigh, bringing your hand up to text, you’ve had a few drinks so your motions are kind of sluggish, Jake calls me beautiful like it’s my name, G. I love him so much, I just feel like such a burden when I walk up to him and basically fish for compliments.

You take a sip of your drink, going back to petting the cat as you wait for Gwenyth’s text. You’ve been texting for probably the last half hour and most of it consisted on comparing yourself to the other girls who are there at this party.

That ties into why feeling like this, also makes you feel like Jake will leave you for someone prettier, and you just don’t know how to say something like that to him.

You look down, bringing your phone up as her text comes through, Its genuinely affecting you, y/n. You have absolutely no reason to hate yourself, you are gorgeous, trust me. You wouldn’t have Jake if you weren’t sexy as fuck, I mean look at him.

You smirk slightly, shaking your head as you take a sip of your drink. You jump slightly when you see Jake starting to sit down next to you.

You lock your phone quickly and put on a smile as you look up at him, “Hey baby. Whatcha doin’?”

He smiles, “I was actually coming over here to ask you that, actually.” He motions to the cat, “Who’s this?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, he just walked up to me and laid at my feet.”

Jake laughs slightly and you can tell there’s something on his mind. You tilt your head, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, “What’s going on?”

He nods as he moves to stand up, “C’mon.” He holds his hand out and you look down to grab your stuff before moving the cat from your shoes.

You take Jake’s hand and stand up, and as soon as you’re on your feet, his arms are around your waist and you’re pulled into his body.

“Jake?” You whisper, arms moving to wrap around his neck, “Are you okay? What’s-“

His lips cut your words by crashing onto yours. His hands slide up your body and he cups your jaw, fingers laying over your neck and ears, “You are fucking perfect in every single way, you hear me?”

You nod and he kisses your cheek, “I’m taking you home, and I’m going to show you every single thing I love about you and tell you why.”

You squeeze your thighs together, letting out a whimper at his words and he smirks, “Come on.”

“Aren’t we saying bye?” You ask and Jake laughs, “Fuck that. I got more important shit to tend to right now.”

His arm snakes around your waist as he pulls you with him, leading you to his car, “I really like this dress on you.”

Jake bites his lip as he watches you get in, your tits bouncing as you sit down onto the seat. Jake nods, smacking his lips, “Yeah. I love this fucking dress on you.”

You look up at him as he closes the door and you smile, eyes following him as he walks around to the drivers seat, “you are so fucking beautiful.”

You smirk, “You didn’t tell me why you like my dress.”

He taps the steering wheel and gasps, “Fuck, my bad. Alright. Your tits-“ his eyes move down to your chest, “-bounce- I mean.. look so good in it.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up and you shake your head, “Seen my texts with Gwenyth?”

“She’s right you know. I’m actually obsessed with you, like.. I can’t go a day without kissing or even talking to you.” Jake reaches over, pulling you into him, “I promise you, as long as you’re fully in it with me, I’m fully in it with you.”

You can feel your eyes burning, but you hold back the tears, “Of course I am.” You close the space, “Now take me home and love on me.”

He nods, “Anything for you, my girl.”

You smile, Jake was always the key to calming you down, grounding you when you got too worked up about things.

But for some reason, you can’t fight back the tears and as Jake comes to a stop, he looks over at you, “Whoa, hey. Sweetheart. Talk to me.”

He squeezes your hand and you gasp, “I-i am my own biggest hater.”

Jake nods his head, his fingers pressing into the back of your hand as he squeezes your hand harder, “I understand what you mean, baby. I think we’re all our own worst critic in certain ways.”

“I just..” you take a deep breath, wiping your tears away with the back of your free hand, “I just, I feel so bad when I get like this because I don’t want to annoy you-“

“Whoa, whoa.” Jake holds his hand up for a second, “You don’t ever annoy me. So far in our relationship, the two years that we’ve been together, you haven’t annoyed me once.”

You feel a smile creep into your face before you look down, “I think that’s just one of the biggest flaws with dating me.” You look up and out the window.

“What’s that, babe?” Jake glances over at you and you laugh slightly, “I need a lot of reassurance and I also have anxiety about it so I just working myself to where I think you’re going to find someone prettier than me a l-“

Enough was already said.

Jake pulls into the driveway and stops the car.

Perfect timing, right.

“You think there’s some out out there prettier than you?” Jake raises his brows and shakes his head, “Nah, nah. C’mere.”

He wiggles his fingers as he leans in to rest his elbow on the console, his hand lying on your neck before brushing your hair back, “Don’t ever think that. There is no one I would rather be with, okay? I have the most fun with you.”

He rests his forehead against yours, “You..are the absolute love of my life and once we get in here, I’m going to enjoy proving that little voice in your head wrong.”

You can’t help but smile and nod, allowing him to peck your lips one last time before he gets out and quickly moves around to open your door.

It’s not long before you’re inside and he’s kisses along your jaw as he backs you towards the couch. You look up at him as he has you sit down.

Your eyes follow him as he sits next to you, hand stroking the bare skin of your thigh as he leans in to kiss down your neck.

You let out a sigh, moving to place a hand on his chest as he sucks a purple mark into your skin.

Jake’s voice is low, “I love your skin and how soft it is under my lips.”

You slide your hand up, moving it through his hair, “I love you, Jake.” You whimper out, spreading your thighs as you feel his hand slide down between them.

“I love how you are mine. I love how eager you are for me.” He groans against your skin as he slips a finger into your panties and feels how wet he has you, “I love this fucking pussy..”

His lips trail down your neck, “..love how wet you get for me.” He glides a finger up and down your slit slowly, stopping for a second before pushing it in.

“Only you.” You moan out, turn your head to kiss him, “always you.”

Your lips move together in a sloppy, yet heated motion as he adds a second finger, “I love how much you’re mine.”

He curls his fingers upward, drawing out a whine from you and he chuckles slightly, “I always have to tell myself..” he kisses your cheek a few times, fingers still working inside of you, “That you’re mine because I just..”

He groans into your neck, pushing his clothed bulge against your thigh, “You’re fucking insane to me.” He kisses over your collar bone, “The noises you make, fuck. I zone out during videos because I’ll remember how good you looked on top of me the night before.”

“Or even right before you film.” You mumble out, gasping as you feel yourself working towards your peak pleasure.

“Mm.” Jake hums, “Such a naughty girl sometimes.” He glances down at his fingers, “Think you can take a third?”

You start nodding before he even finishes his sentence and all he can do is smirk before leaning in and pressing his lips to your neck, “I love seeing how much you can take.”

You gasp, eyes rolling back as you feel his ring finger slip in against his two others, “Fuck, Jake.” You lift your head, staring down at his fingers sliding in and out of you.

“I fucking love how your pussy squeezes my fingers.” He groans as he ruts his bulge against your thigh again, “It’s even better when my dick is in there, isn’t it?”

You moan loudly, hips rolling forward, “Y-yes. Yes. P-please.”

“Cum for me first.” He crashes his lips onto yours, fingers pushing and pulling you towards what you feel your body craving.

“Keep talking.” You breathe out, walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers as your breathing grows faster.

“Fuck.” Jake groans, “I love everything about you. I love how I’m who knows you. Knows your body..” he bites down on his lip, resting his head against yours, “inside and out.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair, moaning out loudly as your nails dig into the soft surface of the cushion below you, “S-so so close.”

“I love how your face scrunches up with pleasure when I touch you.” Jake continues, “How your moans get all high pitched when you cum.”

Instantly, those high pitched moans are let loose as your orgasm is guided through by his fingers.

Your hand wraps around his wrist and your back arches off the couch, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yesyesyes!”

“Do you love it when I make you feel good?” Jake asks lowly as you whimper at the loss of his fingers.

You nod, looking over at him, slightly dazed from your orgasm, “Yes.”

He kisses your forehead before pulling you to lay on the couch. He moves between your legs and smirks, “I love making you feel good.”

You smirk as you watch his hands move to undo his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers to allow his cock to spring free.

He leans down, one hand above your head on the arm of the couch and his other hooked under your one knee, “I love watching the way your pussy swallows my cock.”

You gasp, looking down just as he slips his cock into you. Your eyes rolling back as you let out a loud gasp, head falling back as he thrusts in deeper.

“You are the only one I want.” Jake whispers in your ear, “You are the only one I need.”

He lets go of your leg and reaches up to turn your head towards him, “I’m yours.”

You gasp quietly as you pull him closer to you. He smirks, his thrusts slow down and he bites his lip, “Say it.. say that I’m yours.”

“You’re mine.” You whisper out and Jake nods, “Fuck yeah. Louder baby, c’mon.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair and look at him, “You’re mine.”

“Always.” He kisses your lips, thrusts picking up to a faster pace that has you squealing beneath him, “That’s it baby.” Jake pants out, “Does that feel good?”

You let out a loud moan, back arching off the couch as you nod, “Yes, yes.” You squeeze his cock with your walls and he groans, “One more time.”

“Cum in me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill you, huh?” Jake groans lowly in your ear and you melt into him even more, “Yes.” You shine, “Please, please please.”

“Make you a mama.” Jake moans, pushing his cock deeper into you, “A sexy fucking mama. Fuck.”

You moan, coming undone around him once again, “Fuck, please, Jake.” You look up at him, whimpering as you feel his cock twitch, “yes d-daddy.”

“Oh fuck.” Jake groans as he grips your hip, moaning as his cock pumps his cum into you. He looks down at you, smirking as he leans in for a kiss, “I love how you’re just as insane as I am.”

You smirk and shrug, “We’re made for each other.”

Jake’s jaw drops slightly and he nods, “You’re damn right.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips before he stands up to lead you upstairs to clean up.

“I meant everything I said.”

You look up at him, “I know.”

He tilts his head as he sits down on the bed next to you, “Do you? I want you to know that you are who I want to eventually spend the rest of my life with.” He stands up, still not dressed and you shake your head, “Jake, what are you doing?”

“I wasn’t..” Jake says, but pauses as he rummages through his dresser drawers, “Shit.” He bends down to pick up a pair of shorts he threw down and he puts them.

“Jake?” You go to get up but he stops you, “Don’t. You stay right there.”

He leaves the room and you manage to throw on a t shirt and shorts before he comes back and he instantly walks over to you and drops down to know knee, “Why not start the rest of our lives together now?”

You look from the ring between his fingers and to him, “yes.”

“Yes?”

You nod, “Yes!”

“Yes!” Jake yells standing up. He pushes the ring onto your finger and pulls you into him, “Fucking, hell yes.”

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[t-r99]

The Wild card and the Assassin

Kunigami Rensuke x reader x Karasu Tabito

the more i read it the more i think this is shit but meh

emo boy's nape fetish and caw caw bitch's voice kink go brr

we're gonna go ahead and headcannon Caw Caw Bitch as bi for a hot minute because "beautiful siblings" and because he kinda gives bi vibes

wc: 1.1k

It's one thing to be friends with benefits with Karasu, but a complete nother one to add Kunigami into the mix for the night.

He's rougher than the cheeky Karasu, and more eager.

Karasu enjoys watching Kunigami fuck you senseless from behind. He holds your face in one of his big hands and coos down at you as you look up at him, dazed. "Yer lovin' this, huh?" Karasu smirks. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth in abandon and he stretches his own out, kissing you hungrily. "How's it feel, pretty thing?" He whispers against your pouty lips.

You can't get anything other than a breathy moan out, your voice hoarse.

Karasu glances behind you to look at Kunigami whose face is flushed a bright pink, his lips swollen from biting down on them as he strains to hold it in so he can fuck you for longer. "Feels good, don't it, muscle brain?" Kunigami meets his deep blue eyes and he exhales shakily. "Oh? Look at that, you can be cute, too."

"Fuck you." Kunigami pants.

Karasu smirks wider. "I can do that if ya ask me to."

Kunigami is about to bite back again but you turn your head to look at him, almost angry at him for slowing his pace. You push yourself back and reach a hand to the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss.

Karasu leans in, then down, mouth latching onto the side of your neck where he sucks and bites gently on your smooth skin all while he reaches a hand down to where you're stuffed full of Kunigami's thick cock and he stretches you out even more by pushing two fingers in.

You can't even make an actual noise from the feeling, barely even able to breathe in.

Kunigami, however, breaks the kiss and throws his head back with a loud moan. It makes Karasu smile against your neck and he pushes his fingers deeper. "Oh, now, that is a sight." Karasu could toy with the two of you forever. "Who knew you'd be so sensitive, eh, Kunigami?"

He can't take it. Kunigami gives a few more sloppy thrusts, not only buried deep inside your tight heat but now also rubbing against Karasu's thick fingers that push him over the edge.

He cums hard, balls drawing so tight he goes light headed and his ears start ringing. "Holy sh- shit." Kunigami groans and shudders when Karasu removes his fingers, eyes fluttering closed as he leans closer to you and kisses the nape of your neck. He does it a few more times, soft little pecks littering the smooth skin before he bites down gently and sighs against your nape.

"Damn." Karasu chuckles. He's enjoying this way more than he thought he would, and he wants to go on until he breaks Kunigami down enough for his tough guy persona to completely crumble.

He catches Kunigami off guard. First, Karasu leans in to kiss you gently, then he waits for Kunigami to pull back from your nape so he can stuff his fingers inside the wild card's mouth.

Kunigami's eyes flare open at the pressure on his tongue. He glares at Karasu at first but it doesn't last for long before his eyes roll back and his tongue suddenly develops a mind of its own, swirling around Karasu's fingers as he groans at the feeling. "Oh, look," Karasu's lips leave yours. "didn't know the tough guy was into that." He pulls his fingers out and smirks at how Kunigami's tongue lolls out in pleasure.

What a sight.

He focuses on you again and presses a kiss to one of you flushed cheeks. You're just too cute this way, all fucked out and dumb and so compliant. "How 'bout you, huh?" Karasu pushes his thumb inside your lips and takes a sharp breath when you suck on his thick digit. "This's looking a bit empty, don't ya think?" He licks up your cheek, warm tongue swiping away your freshly fallen tears. "Want to suck me off, don'tcha?"

You whine eagerly around his thumb at those words, your sweet voice making his cock twitch at the sound.

His thumb leaves your mouth and you're more than happy to replace it. More eager than ever before, you move down and quickly wrap your lips around the tip. Karasu exhales shakily. "Come on, babe, don't be shy now." He encourages.

Karasu pushes his hips forward and inches deeper into the wet heat of your mouth.

"Fuck." Kunigami pulls out of you and gulps at the sigh of his cum leaking out of you. He's already growing hard again, and the sound of Karasu fucking your throat only makes it happen faster.

If there's one thing the assassin loves more than the sound of your pretty little voice moaning out his name endlessly, it's how you sound with his cock in your mouth. It makes his heart flutter and his cock twitch with excitement.

You feel a weight on your back. Behind you, Kunigami leans down until his wide, muscular chest meets your back and he licks and kisses the marks left from his mouth on your nape.

He's hard again, pushing into you and biting down on your nape at the same time.

You can't think of anything other than them being inside you, Kunigami pounding into you with abandon and Karasu fucking your throat with fervour, it's overwhelming.

The tip of Kunigami's thick length hits a special spot inside you that turns your vision white, feeling like an electric shot shoots up your spine. He growls against your nape, still biting, and keeps going.

"Oh, shit." Karasu grabs a handful of your hair but doesn't pull. He keeps you locked in place and gives a final thrust, cumming with a loud moan and filling your throat. "F- Fuck yes, that's it."

You might actually die from how good it all feels.

You refuse to pull away from Karasu, keeping him in your mouth and milking him dry, hungrily taking everything he has to give.

Kunigami's mouth leaves you nape to reveal deep imprints on your skin that he drags his tongue over. "Fuck, you feel good." He whispers breathlessly. The pressure builds in the pit of his stomach and he cums again, deep, deep, deep inside and filling you impossibly much.

When Kunigami straightens his back and leans up a bit, he's caught off guard once more by Karasu who grabs his face and smushes his lips against Kunigami's without warning.

It's hot and messy and Kunigami kisses back just as hard. Maybe the occasional threeway isn't a bad idea at all.

Karasu leans back and licks his lips. "Maybe ya ain't so bad."

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[coastbycoast101]

Note 📝:Sorry for not posting much, been busy but I've got more fics coming 🫶🏾

None of your friends business

Warning!: mentions of cheating, reader being dumb, reader is kinda bipolar, katsuki fucking the sense out of her 😛, creampie

His phone vibrated and he reached into his pocket, his eyes squinted at his phone seeing you call him. Right now he's in patrol and he looks around before leaning onto one of the pillars on the building next to him.

"What's up y/n?" He answered the phone, the device going to his ear as he held it up. "Who's the girl in your car? You like being with other bitches?" y/n's tone sounded intense, lips moving faster as she questioned him. "The girl in my car? What are you talking about? He responded, eyes twitching with anger.

"you know what I'm talking bout' don't act clueless with me Katsuki" she responded back, one of her eyebrows rasing in anger. "One of my friends, Amy said she saw you and another girl In ya car!" She chewed on her cheek as she pouted, her fists clenched hearing about the alleged things he did.

Katsuki's lips curled in disgust, a scoff escaping him. "Amy? That bitch? She's always had it out for me. She's lying. It's not the first time she's tried to cause problems, and it won't be the last. Why would I be with anyone else when I have you, baby?" A smug grin tugged at the corners of his lips before he added. "You know me better than that. I'd never cheat on you." He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for your response. "If you really want proof, I can pull over and send you a picture of the inside of my car right now. How's that sound?"

he could hear her huffs through the phone, and it made him a little angry too knowing she felt that way about him "Yeah yeah yeah, you better not be with anyone" she rolled her eyes, jealousy all over her tone as she gritted her teeth. He rolled his eyes too, a chuckle escaping him. "I'm not with anyone, y/n. Just trust me. I'll prove it. Just give me a second." He ended the call, tucking the phone away to pull out his car keys. He made his way to his car, the patrol he had been on momentarily forgotten.

He snapped a photo of the empty passenger seat and sent it back to you. Katsuki exhaled, his body relaxing a bit at the knowledge it was just a misunderstanding. "See? All clear in my car. Now, can we stop this bullshit?" He demanded, tone strained with the anger that had been simmering. "You know me better than that. Don't let that bitch get into your head."

his phone vibrated again after a few moments, her contact sprawled across his screen, his thumb clicked the answer button letting you speak first. "M' sorry suki'," she whined into the phone "m' sorry for not believing you... Can you come home, let me make it up to you baby." She sighed as she bit her lip waiting for his response.

Katsuki listened to the apology, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The anger had dissipated as quickly as it had come, replaced by the love he had for you. "It's fine, y/n. I know you didn't mean anything by it. I trust you." He answered, the words spoken with sincerity. "I'll be home in ten minutes. Get ready for me, baby." The promise of rough, passionate sex was already making him hard, his hand instinctively adjusting the growing bulge in his pants. He couldn't wait to hear you beg for release, to feel you tremble under his touch.

she giggled into the phone, her head resting against the headboard "yeah?" She could hear him shuffling around as he stepped into his car turning it on. "M' already ready, suki" she talked onto the phone, her voice making him feel hot all over. Katsuki couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, a chuckle escaping his mouth "Good girl. I'll be home soon, and we'll see just how ready you are, hmm?" He teased, the anticipation making his heart race.

He hung up the call, putting the car into gear as he made his way to their shared home. As he drove, he couldn't help but imagine how he'd make you beg for him, how he'd fuck you, make you cum repeatedly, and leave you a quivering mess. after a few minutes the door open, his footsteps creaking against the floorboards. She heard his steps as he hurried upstairs, going towards their room.

She could feel excitement flowing through her veins at what he's about too do and she couldn't help but not notice her biting her lip at the thought. As soon as that door opened it's like she pounced on him, her lips on his as they made out. He groaned into the kiss, his hands going to her ass, rubbing at her thighs.

Katsuki's hands gripped your ass, squeezing firmly before he lifted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

"Fuck, y/n. I missed you." He muttered against your lips, the kiss turning even more desperate as he carried you to the bed. Once there, he laid you down, his own body following, pinning you beneath him. His lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking as his fingers worked on getting your clothes off.

"Beg for it, baby. Beg for my cock." He demanded, the demand laced with a promise of a rough, intense fucking. she could feel his breath on her neck as he bit on the skin, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. "Wan' it so bad, suki'.. please?" She could feel his bulge through his pants rubbing at her thighs as he made marks on her neck.

His eyes flashed with lust, a feral grin tugging on his lips. He pulled back to remove his shirt, throwing it aside before he returned his attention to your clothes. "Good girl. Now, spread your legs and let me see that pussy." His demand was harsh, unyielding, and it only served to turn him on more.

His hand moved to his belt, the buckle jingling as he worked at undoing it, his pants and underwear following suit. Once free, his cock sprang out, hard and ready for you. "M' gonna fuck some sense into you, don't know why you listen to shit like that." He growled, positioning himself between your thighs, the head of his cock teasing your entrance.

she felt his slender fingers push her lace panties to the side, his red eyes staring her down as he gripped onto her love handles. Her mouth drooled seeing the way his happy trail looked going down to his v line, her pussy felt wet and that's when she knew she needed him deep inside of her.

Katsuki's eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze almost daring you to deny him.

"Tell me, baby. Whatchu' need?" He demanded, his hips rocking back and forth, coating his cock with your wetness. His tip rubbed at her folds, her juices dripping down his shaft.

The anticipation built, his hand leaving your waist to grip your breast for leverage. "You're mine, y/n. And I'll fuck you until you can't think of anything else but my cock inside you."

"S-shit.." she felt her clit throb feeling him rub purposely on that nub. "Need you. Need that dick baby," she hissed, her hands going to his chin and holding it in her hand. Katsuki's mouth curved into a predatory grin, his eyes flashing with raw, primal lust. "That's my girl." He praised as he thrust into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.

His hips began to move, hitting you deep, drawing moans from your lips as he plunged into you, his hand moving from your breast to your clit. "Scream for me, y/n. Let me know just how much you need me." He demanded, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, a symphony that only heightened his arousal.

she felt his thumb rub at her clit and it made her jolt, her back arching at the circles he rubbed on her, his thrust deep and raw. "F-fuck... I can feel it so deep" she moaned, her eyes shutting close as she felt his strokes. Her eyes fluttered open seeing him bite his lip as he thrusted into her, his arm hovering over her grabbing onto the headboard.

Katsuki's jaw tensed up, his hips pounding into you with a relentless pace. His thumb swiped at your clit, the pressure increasing as he watched you so closely, wanting to see when you'd reach your peak.

"You like that, baby? Want it deeper? Want me to pound this pussy until you can't even walk?" His voice was thick with lust as he leaned down, nipping at your ear,leaving a mark that he claimed as his own. He drove into you, his cock pulsing, demanding things as he rutted against you, each stroke causing you to feel even more needy, more desperate, more eager for release.

she nodded as she spreads her legs wider, her juices all over her thighs and his v line. "Y-yeah.." she felt her pitch go higher as he slammed into her balls deep, his thumb rubbing side to side. Her juices made squelching noises as she came, his strokes hitting her spot. He moved his hand to her neck, gripping on it as her eyes rolled back. She felt him pull out, his arm changing her position. Her back arched for him as his hands gripped onto her ass while his cock slid into her pussy from behind.

He groaned at the sight of your orgasm, the sound echoing through the room as he continued to thrust into you, his grip tightening momentarily on your neck. He pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach, your body slick with sweat and arousal.

"Fuck, y/n. You're mine." He hissed, his hand gripping your hip as he thrust back into you, the angle hitting you in a different way, more primal. He began to pound into you, his hips slamming against your ass, the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh filling the room. His free hand roamed over your body, gripping at your breasts, tugging on your nipples.

The intensity was building, his cock pulsing, ready to fill you with his release. He wanted you to come again, to hear you scream for him, to feel you tremble under his touch. his backshots nearly killed you as your hands gripped onto the pillow infront of you, your words coming out in stutters from the way he rutted into you.

 "F-fuck, soo good" her words coming out in babbles as he moved his hands to her braids, his hands almost getting tangled into them as he pulled onto her hair, his other hand gripping onto the plush of her ass, fingers digging into the fat.

Katsuki's grip on your hair tightened as he slammed into you, the feeling of your wetness gripping him sending him further into a frenzy.

"That's it, baby. Scream for me. Let me hear you please, y/n." His voice was a growl mixed with a whine, deep and demanding, his hips moving with a fierce, unforgiving rhythm.

His balls slapped against your ass, his cock pulsing, the end growing near. "Cum for me. Now." He demanded, his voice strained with the need to release, to claim you in the most primal way.. she felt his hand slap at her ass while her cunt clenched around him. Her hole fluttered around him as she felt her cum drip out of her and onto his cock using it as lube. "Mmhmmm, fuuckk.." she screamed into the satin pillow, her screams and moans muffled as he fucked into her with no remorse. She heard his breath hitching, his groans growing louder then hers as he pulled harder.

His thrusts grew more erratic, his cock pulsing within you as he felt the heat of his release building. He growled, a mixture of the sounds of your pleasure and his own lust echoing through the room.

"Shit, y/n... Ah, fuck I'm cummin, I'm cumming!" His voice was a groan, raw with the intensity of the moment. He filled you with his release, the warm spurts coating your insides, his thrusts slowing as he rode out the aftershocks. He let go of your hair, his hand moving to stroke your right cheek, a possessive smirk tugging at his lips.

"You're mine, and I'm never going to let anyone else have you." He groaned lowly, the word a promise he intended to keep.

Sorry if my names on there, I write better when I imagine it's me 🥲🥲,

#smut #bakugo x black!reader smut #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x black!reader #bakugou x black!reader smut #bakugou x poc!reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha #katsuki x black!reader smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki x black!reader #katsuki x black reader smut #anime smut #he's so hot oml

[erial-c]

porter audio ramble

(i haven't rambled abt an audio liek this in a good while so expect it to be all over th place)

ooohh back with the classic cassette ,, i kinda missed it

OFF THE BAT???? just right in the middle of a makeout session oh my god😭 what happened to hello . how are you .

sam calling tell porter abt them leaving oohgg . despite porter not knowing about the exact details, it kinda shows us how he feels about the house of solaire, that he sees it more like an obligation. adding onto that, with his relationship with william and his experience with his maker, he probably never thought of leaving the house as a choice he could make since he feels so indebted to william for taking him in

"i'm busy with someone very important to me." the fact he prioritizes being with treasure than talking abt his clan literally falling apart ??? HELLO??? he cares for them so much even if they don't know each other that well i cant take this

porter trying to tell treasure that sam, vincent, and lovely leaving will probably play out without any consequences and them knowing he really doesn't believe it'll go smoothly 🤞🤞 he cares abt the clan but also it probably fucking stings that he JUST recently reconciled with vincent . and with sam previously mentioning that he had a tolerance for porter's bullshit i assumed they were at least closer to one another than porter was with anyone else .

his laugh . end me actually

"the problem will still be there in the morning. i choose a modicum of peace for once. for a while." AUGHHHHHH please for the love of god stop bottling up your feelings challenge

ohhhhh was he an unempowered human before he died . ohhhhh lore

i'm glad porter is aware of the power imbalance in his relationship with treasure and how that has been affecting how treasure has been answering porter's questions . in porter's second standalone audio he does tell treasure that he isn't one to talk about his feelings, so they stopped pushing him. though i wouldn't be surprised that they stopped not jst bcs porter asked, but also bcz they were a little scared if that makes sense . hell, they're unempowered + uninformed up until they met porter , no matter how much they care for porter you can't deny that being with a vampire (which you just found out existed like. a few months ago i would assume) would make you tiptoe around them

a large part of his afterlife was so fucked that he never had the time to think about making connections with people . after getting away from his maker he still felt so indebted to william after being taken in that it was all he focused on . he wants to try and learn how to do all this for treasure because they're the first person in a while that he's had the time and desire to know better . im going to END IT ‼️‼️

"what is something that makes you smile?" STOP IT . im going to collapse actually

#also porter being awkward/unsure abt how to talk abt furthering the relationship is rlly cute i thinks #i missed porter so much oh my GODDDUH #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted porter #redacted treasure #redacted sam #redacted solaire clan

[xclowniex]

One of the most disappointing things about the past few years is how much it's exposed how much of a self-centered joke the online left has exposed itself to be.

I joined the left overtime as a reaction to the likes of Trump getting power, and his horrific desire to bring about his own dictatorship over America. I for quite a long time thought a lot of the problem stemmed from centrist types not taking his threat seriously enough (which was partially true in some ways), which only fueled my shift to the left more and more as I saw the end result of the pandemic and the lackluster reaction from the people who most supported the status quo in regards to many things.

I thought in many ways that would be the end of that; that progressivism was what society needed, and that we had to do everything in our power to pull society away from the problematic and deeply flawed status quo, and ESPECIALLY away from the likes of Trump and the Fascist GOP.

But then Biden got elected, and I started seeing the cracks.

The griping, the moaning, and self-righteousness just started popping up from the left. At first I didn't think too much of it, because Biden wasn't my first choice either, but I accepted the fact that it was better him than Trump, and frankly it was much easier to get things done under him than under a dictatorial asshole and egomaniac with too much power and support.

But the self-righteousness just would not stop coming from the left, mixed together with the realization that for every progressive who genuinely tried to make things better, there seemed to be far more whom only cared about their own image and brand of being "better than thou" without any actual substance, never mind the ones who actively seemed to go out of their way to support outright authoritarian regimes like Putin out of some notion it'd lead to Communism, despite the far right literally also wanting Putin to have more power for FASCISM.

It felt like people just flat out were falling into the same kind of conspiracy stuff as QAnon, where somehow they were loathed for their conspiratorial thinking, and yet somehow it became fine when "OUR SIDE" was dipping into that same kind of rhetoric and thinking. And for all that people constantly bayed for blood and for taking drastic measures, I never once saw them ever DO anything of the sort. I just started becoming warier and more thinking that people were just full of hot air, that for all of their talk none of them would ever willingly choose to fight for real because they didn't have any real courage, just a bunch of slogans and hot air.

And then Ukraine happened. And then I/P happened.

Honestly, those two things just fucking pissed me off, disillusioned me immensely, because it was like the mask just flew off. All of sudden, so called progressives were praising authoritarian behavior so long as it was under the pretense of socialism and communism. All of a sudden they started throwing around hateful slurs and propaganda like it was nobody's business. Actively and literally suggesting that we allow society to fall, for democracy to fall so that a fascist could destroy their enemies and push them towards their own ideology, despite the reality that THAT kind of thing has NEVER WORKED out for the people who are already suffering and broken.

It made me realize that a lot of so called "leftists" didn't care in the slightest about actually building towards a better world, only in wiping out the people they viewed as an obstacle to an easy utopia where they didn't have to care about other people as people. That everyone else was just their pawn, their prop for their own twisted egos of being against the eeeeeevil establishment, all while deciding to be just as monstrous as the evil they oppose.

I've honestly never felt so disappointed in my entire life, because I genuinely thought that people valued the idea of a better tomorrow, that even if having to work with the likes of Biden kinda sucked, that we'd have learned from the magical thinking of the Trump Cult and QAnon and recognized that progress would be a long, difficult, but necessary step towards a truly better future. That we would eventually replace the Bidens of the world with a better President who would slowly move things forward, and then replaced with their better successor who moved things forward as well, and so on and so forth. It'd be slow, but it'd be substantial, something we could work with.

Instead, it seems like a lot of leftists just wanted a left-wing version of Trump, where all their enemies are eliminated and they perch themselves atop their ivory towers to sneer down at the stupid liberal and conservative masses for not bowing to their greatness. Or they just burn everything and everyone else down while they skedaddle to the safety and comfort of their privileged lives to laugh and jeer at everyone for not submitting to their ideological zealotry, or just to escape the fallout of their heinous actions.

i 100% agree.

I feel like a lot of leftists (including myself back when i was a teen tbh) never worked through the right wing ideology they grew up with and saw values they thought were neat (are still are good things) such as queer rights and liberation, liberations for indigenous peoples, ending racism, etc etc etc, and instead of genuinely holding those values, they just used the same right wing authoritarian logic they claim to despise except backing that logic is leftist progressive ideas.

For example, leftists are supposed to be anti fascism yet, they want their politcal enemies to die or whilst they don't actively want a political enemy to die, they will gladly celebrate their death.

And like, there is a difference between celebrating the death of someone who has actually done harm due to their politics vs celebrating the death of someone who just holds opposing political ideas.

I also agree that there is a sense of being holier than thou from the left. There seems to be a pissing contest of who can be the most progressive to the point where it swings back around to being right wing either fully or to a point.

Whilst I still hold leftist and progressive values, I have definitely shifted away from calling myself a leftist as I do not want to associate with leftists who hold leftists values yet excecute them with right wing tactics. Maybe at some point in the future I will go back to proudly calling myself a leftist, but for now I am a bit ashamed of how quickly leftist values exit the room when talking about jews or other minorities.

#antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #politics #ask clownie

[fhatbhabiee]

Cuz I Loved You | Part 3

DBF!Joel Miller x Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: labor (nothing too descriptive), argument, mixed feelings, confessions, dad!joel, not beta'd, no physical description of reader

note: so idk if i wanna do a next part. i like the idea of an open ending- kinda leaving it up to y'all's imagination on how you want it to end, but if you guys would like a next part just let me know and i'll see what i can come up with- or if you just want drabbles based on this mini series shoot me some prompts in my inbox!

part 1 , part 2

You were sitting in the living room, going into full nesting mode and folding the loads of baby laundry you've been washing all day, when the doorbell went off. It threw you off guard- you weren't expecting anyone so who could it be?

You walked over and opened the door, only to feel your heart sink to the floor.

“Joel…”

His eyes went straight to your round belly, anger building up in his chest.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“You didnt want to start over, remember?”

“That's my child! I'm it's father, I had a fucking right!” he yelled

“Yeah the child you never wanted! The child that you said was a dealbreaker before he was even real!”

“You still should have told me!!” You stepped back from him when he yelled again. His face was slowly turning red, veins and muscles becoming noticeable in his neck. You'd never seen him this mad before.

He let out a sigh, calming himself down before he said anything else. You both stood there for a moment, staring at each other and not knowing where to go from here. The silence was broken by the sound of Joel's phone ringing. He took his phone out and saw it was Tommy calling- most likely something happened at work.

“I gotta get goin..” you gave him a small nod. He looked at you again, like he wanted to say something but he just stayed quiet and made his way back to the truck.

Later that night you laid in bed, finger hovering over Joel's contact in your phone. You felt guilty. You truly thought not telling him about the baby was the way to go, but after seeing him get upset guilt filled your mind.

“Fuck it…” you muttered before tapping in his contact. It rang a few times until he answered.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Just wanted to tell you that my moms throwing a baby shower this weekend at the house.”

“Do you want me there?” he asked.

“You don't have to come if you don't want to Joel, I was just letting you know.”

He let out a dry chuckle. “That your way of apologizing?”

“I wanna talk to you. Face to face.”

He let out a small sigh before responding. “I'll see you this weekend.”

— • —

There was blue everywhere- blue balloons, blue party streamers and a table piled high in the corner with gifts wrapped in blue gift wrap. Everyone was outside, chatting and enjoying themselves while you walked inside the house with your mom.

“Mom I think you went a little overboard…”

“Nonsense its my first grandbaby I had to.” she smiled, making you laugh. The back door slid open and closed, pulling your attention to who just walked in. His curls were slicked back, white button up tucked into black slacks and unbuttoned low enough to see his bare chest. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Joel. You couldn't tell if it was the pregnancy hormones or if it was the fact that he actually showed up.

“Hey.” he muttered giving you a small smile.

“Hey.” you smiled back. You looked over at your mom and gave her a nod. She gently squeezed your hand before walking back outside.

“You look beautiful.” Joel said, eyeing you up and down, admiring the blue sundress you had on.

“Thank you. You look good too.” you smiled. His eyes traveled down to your belly again and you noticed.

“Wanna feel?” you asked

“Can I?” you grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. He smiled as soon as he felt the tiny foot press up against the palm of his hand.

“Wow he’s really in there huh?”

“Should see him at night.” you giggled. “It's like he doesn't sleep.” you leaned back against the counter and watched as Joel's hand traveled its way around your belly. You felt your heart swell. All you wanted was to kiss him and lay with him while he talks to your unborn baby.

“What do you want to do?” you asked, breaking the silence.

His hand dropped from your belly, leaning back against the counter next to you.

“When it comes to us… I don't know really, but I do know that I want to be a part of his life.”

You gave him a small nod. “Okay. You can take the gifts to your house, I have everything but a crib.”

“We can go look for one tomorrow if you want?”

“I have a doctor's appointment in the morning. We can go after.”

“Can I go? To the appointment?” he asked. You smiled and nodded.

“I'd love for you to go.”

— • —

“This damned thing.” he grumbled under his breath as he tried piecing the crib together.

“No, I think that part goes there.” Tommy muttered.

“It wouldn't make sense to go there.” Joel muttered back. You leaned against the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest.

“How many contractors does it take to put together a crib?” you asked, making the brothers face you and give you an offending look. “Don't look at me. There's a perfectly good manual sitting on the dresser.”

Joel scuffed. “Don't need no damn manual.”

“Well take a break. Dinners ready.”

“Sweet.” Tommy quickly got up and ran out the room leaving you and Joel alone.

“I could have called my dad to come put it together so you didn't have to spend your entire day off with me.”

“I don't mind darlin.. Plus I didn't really think you and your dad were on speaking terms.”

“Why wouldn't I be speaking to him?” you asked.

“Because he was the one that told me you were pregnant.” you scoffed, anger slowly building up in your chest. All this time you thought it was Tommy. After you saw him at the store you were sure he had told Joel but no. It was your dad.

“How?”

“Was over at his house for the game and he told me. Kinda just blurted it out.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Asshole.”

“Don't get mad at him. He was just thinking it was for the best-”

“It wasn't his place to say anything Joel.” you snapped.

“Okay okay just... Calm down. Remember what the doctor said this morning.”

Your doctor had put you on bedrest for the rest of your pregnancy, worried that your blood pressure was too high and if it stayed high you'd go into premature labor. You wanted to tell her to kick rocks, knowing you still had so much to do and didn't have time to be on bedrest but you had to take it seriously.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “You're right…”

“I'm sorry.” Joel placed his hand behind his ear and leaned down closer to you. “What was that?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I said you're right.”

“Mmm” he smirked. “How'd that taste coming out?”

“Like I'd rather cut my tongue out.”

— • —

It was time. You hated being a drama queen but your son was ready to come out and he was being very dramatic about his entrance into the world. To your luck, you were at your house with Joel when your water broke. You leaned over the back of the couch, slowly rocking back and forth as you watched Joel run around with his head cut off. Apparently after all those years he did forget what he was doing.

“Joel hurry up please.” you groaned as another contraction shot through your body. The pain was unbearable- like nothing you had ever felt before. All you wanted to do was curl up into the fetal position and cry.

“Alright I got everything.” he called out as he ran downstairs.

As soon as you got to the hospital they quickly put you into a room and started hooking you up to all these monitors. It was fairly quick because as soon as the doctor checked you she had you pushing. You leaned back into the hospital bed, panting and sweating

“I'm done.” you whined.

“Cmon darlin he's almost here.” Joel said in a soothing voice but you were at your wits end. The pain was too much and by the time you got to the hospital, it was too late for an epidural so you were feeling everything.

“It hurts Joel.” your voice cracked, nearly on the brink of tears. “It hurts too much.”

“I know it does sweetheart but think about our son. That sweet little boy you've been so excited to meet. All those nights you talked about having him in your arms- you finally get that. Just a few more minutes of pain, for a lifetime of happiness.”

Minutes later, the room filled with the cries of your newborn. Joel looked up, instantly falling in love with the crying baby. The nurses cleaned him up before placing him on your bare chest.

“Oh he’s perfect.” you smiled, gently kissing the top of his head.

“Beyond perfect.” Joel smiled. He gently nudged your shoulder, pulling your attention away from your son. “Proud of you mama.” he muttered.

“Couldnt have done it without you…” you admitted. His eyes glanced down at your lips. All he wanted was to press his lips against yours but it wasn't the time. Instead he kissed your forehead, making a small wave of disappointment wash over you. You really thought he was gonna kiss you, but maybe it was just your imagination.

“Do we have a name?” the nurse asked.

“I've always liked Blake.” Joel murmured.

“Blake Miller it is then.”

—

“Darlin do you want me to-” he got quiet as soon as he walked into your bedroom and saw you sound asleep with your newborn on your chest. He let out a quiet chuckle and gently picked up the baby from your chest, not wanting to wake either of you.

“Let's put you in your crib bud.” he whispered, gently rocking back and forth as he walked over to the crib you had tucked in the corner of your room. Before Joel set him down, he looked at the sleeping baby in his arms. He had the same grumpy look Sarah had when she was a baby, eyebrows scrunched together and lips puckered up. He has your nose and that was something Joel was very thankful for.

Your eyes fluttered open, not feeling the weight of your baby on you anymore. You turned your head and saw Joel staring down at him.

“Want you to know… Whatever happens between me and your mama I'll always love you with all my heart. I know I was scared before you came into the picture but… now that you're here, starting over doesn't seem so bad after all.” Blake let out a small coo, making Joel chuckle.

“Alright I'll shut up.” he kissed his forehead softly before setting him down in the crib and turning on the mobile. He turned around and saw you were still asleep. He pulled your blanket up to your chest and kissed your forehead before walking out of the bedroom. Your eyes shot back open as soon as you heard the click of your bedroom door close.

You clearly heard everything Joel just said. Now what?

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[sylenth-l]

Hi hello, I love your art so much LIKE MY BROTHER. IT'S SO YUMMY, THE SHADOWS THE EXPRESSIONS, I love how you draw Timur , Felwinter and Osiris together 🙏 little bird with his two funky adoptive parents. I stare at your art like , I'm always ready and hyped to give traditional art another try ✨

If I was to go back, any tips for which watercolours to pick? I so far got only aniline colours.

Aah, thank you so much!! 😳💙

Hmmm, the thing is, I use fountain pen inks almost always for painting. I don't use watercolour much, so I can't really suggest anything in particular… I have a selection of colours from different brands, of course, I know quite a lot about pigments, and I like using watercolour from time to time to add some special effects to my works. For sketching outdoors it's also the easiest to use among all other paints, probably. But painting a whole artwork with it……… I try doing it sometimes, but every single time I end up thinking "God, I wish I used inks instead, I hate this so much, why is it so BLEURGH". I guess watercolour just isn't my medium 😂 

I can share my thinking process when building up a palette though, I use it with all mixable mediums I use, be it inks, watercolour, gouache, etc. I found it to be the most effective (and money-saving, lol) approach for me.

So what I want for my main mixing palette is to have 3 sets of primary trios. All colours also must be as smooth as possible, with no surprises or unwanted colour separation. For watercolour - not granulating ones.

(my camera tends to make all colours brighter and also fails to see the subtle difference between some shades, but you can still get the idea)

The first trio is extremely vivid, consisting of bright cool colours - lemon yellow, cyan, magenta-leaning pink. It gives you access to all the bright, open colours.

Second is the classic they teach in all art schools (probably, from what I've heard, I never went into one alkjdshfk) - sunshine yellow, bright warm red and ultramarine blue. This gives you a huge selection of warmer, natural colours, like all shades of golds, eggplant purples, olive greens, etc. It also allows some nice selection of wood browns.

Third is my personal favorite, the muted trio. You kinda can get similar colours from the previous trio, but I prefer having these separately, because of how often I use them all. It consists of golden ochre-leaning yellow, dark bloody red and dark indanthrone blue. It gives you the most beautiful browns, beiges, blacks and other rich, deep colours.

On top of that I also like to have at least one decent black (in my case it's Quink Black ink, I cannot live without it).  And these 10 would be my essentials. Other colours I add to my mixing palette are basically shortcuts to the shades I find myself mixing the most - like a few browns and violets. There are also a few inks that I need for some very specific purposes - like, I have a very vivid cold magenta ink to mix a certain bright cold shade of the Void, and also a fluorescent orange for adding shiny Exo LED lights. And etc.

(Actually I'm currently in the process of re-organizing my main palette and also considering making a few small sets for painting some characters specifically)

I also have a separate selection of chromatographic inks, which can probably be compared to granulating watercolours… But not quite. A few examples:

Here I don't have any special notes or advices, just get the ink you like and enjoy it. Some of these I use so often that I always keep them in my main palette, and others I only get out for some special occasion. These are also mixable btw - I constantly add other ink in Quink Black to get different shades of it.

However, I must say that not all of the ~special effects~ inks are polite and well-behaved, some will agree to work only on some specific paper after a significant amount of coaxing, and others will straight out say "fuck you" at the most crucial moment, even if they worked perfectly just a moment ago.

Btw, when working with inks, I really recommend to put it into smaller bottles with a dropper, so you don't have to open the big bottle each time. It's both easier to use for you and much safer for inks! 

ANYWAY, I hope this post was of some use for you 🌈

#ask #art tips #inks

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The Snooze Olympics

Ghoulcy Week Day 3 - Somnophilia

I'm late, but here's my contribution to to Ghoulcy Week Day 3 - Somnophilia! I was not expecting to do this, but I couldn't think of anything clever for the Target Practice prompt, so here we are. 😜 This was definitely something new for me, but I have to say actually like how it turned out, heh heh. Hope you enjoy!

Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul

Tags: Consensual Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, One Shot, Challenge/Event

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,599

No spoiler warning

No trigger warnings except sexy time with a zombie man and consensual somnophilia

Summary: Cooper and Lucy had been together for a while now. One thing the pair quickly realized about their relationship was that they were both kinda freaky. The Ghoul’s been fucking his way across the wasteland for over two-hundred years, and things had gotten a little boring. But Lucy, little miss goody-two-shoes, had this insatiable appetite to experience every imaginable way to fuck that could possibly exist. And that was never boring.

Cooper had asked her before if she would mind if he touched her while she slept. Her answer was simply, “I let you touch me while I’m awake, why wouldn’t I let you touch me while I’m asleep?”

When he proceeded to be more specific, she rolled her eyes at him and told him he was a weirdo, but that she wouldn’t mind. Then, somehow, it ended up becoming a discussion about a game they could play. One where they would each take turns trying to see how many times they can successfully get the other riled up in their sleep. It started out as kind of a joke, but became more and more serious as they carried on.

Now? It was a full on competition.

Cooper licked his bottom lip as he stared down at Lucy’s naked body. She was sound asleep, sprawled out on their bed without a care in the world. 

It was late, or rather early in the morning, in the city of Necropolis. One of the few places the old bounty hunter was welcome, and they were accepted as a couple. 

They'd managed to save up enough to purchase a small house on the outskirts of town. A bit nicer than the common shanty, thanks to The Ghoul's reputation. It was something the bounty hunter was never really interested in. Since he was always traveling, it didn't seem practical. But now, he had her. And it was nice to own a place where they could have a little peace and privacy now and then. And where she could keep all those weird little knick knacks she collected on their travels like she was building a fucking museum. It wasn't much, but it was home. 

It was a warm night, and she’d thrown the sheets off her, leaving her completely exposed. The former vault dweller was beautiful. Her delicate curves. Flowing dark hair that spilled over her shoulders and laid messily over her soft, perky breasts. Perfect face. She almost seemed to glow where the pale moonlight touched her bare skin.

As Cooper gazed at her, he realized just how unbelievably lucky he was to have her. It was painful, because every time he looked at her, looked at that bluish finger, remembered the fear in her eyes… he knew he didn’t deserve her. Why she would choose him over literally anyone else, he couldn’t understand. But here they were. 

It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say he was in love. A feeling he never thought he’d feel again. And it wasn’t just her beauty, of course. She was something else. Strong and brave and smart and quick witted, if a little weird. Who would have known, back then, just how well they would end up getting along, how much they would end up having in common, just how much they would end up meaning to each other.

He quietly stepped forward, admiring her while she slept. She was spread out with her arms above her head, which was turned to the side. Laying with one leg straight, and the opposite knee bent to her left. In this position, her labia was open just enough to see her pink little clitoris. 

The Ghoul licked his lips again and smirked as he tilted his head. He’d just gotten up to take a piss, but… upon returning, to be granted with this breathtaking sight, it stopped him in his tracks. His cock began to twitch and tingle as he stared at her, and he took a deep breath through narrow lips. 

Cooper had asked her before if she would mind if he touched her while she slept. Her answer was simply, “I let you touch me while I’m awake, why wouldn’t I let you touch me while I’m asleep?”

When he proceeded to be more specific, she rolled her eyes at him and told him he was a weirdo, but that she wouldn’t mind. Then, somehow, it ended up becoming a discussion about a game they could play. One where they would each take turns trying to see how many times they can successfully get the other riled up in their sleep. It started out as kind of a joke, but became more and more serious as they carried on. 

Now? It was a full on competition. 

One thing the pair quickly realized about their relationship was that they were both kinda freaky. The Ghoul’s been fucking his way across the wasteland for over two-hundred years, and things had gotten a little boring. But Lucy, little miss goody-two-shoes, had this insatiable appetite to experience every imaginable way to fuck that could possibly exist. And that was never boring.

Saying they liked to try new things was an understatement. Their sex life had quickly developed into a scorching hot primal frenzy, and had continued to escalate in ways he was shocked a normal human could handle. It’s really a wonder they had time for anything else. And one of them wasn’t dead.

He grit his teeth together and looked up at her face. Lucky for him, Lucy tended to be a remarkably heavy sleeper. She could sleep through just about anything. Must come from living down in those vaults where you get to feel safe, he thought. And aren’t always listening for the next thing that’s going to jump out of the dark and kill you in the middle of the night. 

Also, they had a few beers earlier, which knocked her out even more. Especially since she was such a lightweight. 

All that, coupled with the conveniently accessible pose she’d decided to sport, he found himself with a grand opportunity. 

The Ghoul, with his growing cock, crept closer and leaned over the bed. That was another thing he had on her. He knew how to be quiet and avoid attracting attention. In fact, it wasn’t really a fair competition at all. She was so noisy and clumsy, and he was a light sleeper. He typically wakes up fairly soon after she starts. At least, that’s how it seemed. In fact, he’s pretended to be asleep for longer than he actually was just so she could feel like she’s in the running, but the amount of times he’s messed with her for a full half an hour, for her to wake up screaming and clawing at his bald head. 

Let’s just say, they both enjoyed it. 

He kept coming closer until he was just at the foot, then quietly made his way around to his side as he calculated his plan of attack. Her exposed clitoris was calling to him, shining like a pink little gem through the darkness. 

The Ghoul leaned down and slowly crawled onto his stomach, horizontally across the bed, positioning himself next to her hip. The leg next to him was the one outstretched, and the other, bent away from him. 

He looked down, his mouth now just above her inviting pussy, and looked up at her one more time. With her still sound asleep, he brought his attention back to the task at hand. He bit his lip and sucked on it a moment in anticipation, then stuck his tongue out and leaned in.

The bounty hunter tasted her, ever so lightly. Keeping his tongue soft, not tense, he gently brushed it down her clitoral hood, then back up. Carefully and steadily, he continued to move his tongue from side to side, up and down her clit, until her breath started to increase. 

He stopped for a moment and looked up at her. The expression on her face made her look like she was concerned.

That’s how he could tell it was working.

Cooper lowered his head again and used his lips to open up the labial folds just a little more. Just enough for him to get his mouth around her clitoris, and gently begin to suck. 

There was an art to this sort of thing. You had to be careful not to get too excited and move too fast. Any sudden movements could get you busted. You had to go very slowly. Make the lightest of contact. All in order to minimize the chance of the subconscious mind perceiving you as a threat and alerting the brain to wake up.

“Nnn…” She whimpered lightly. 

And so it begins. He wondered if she was dreaming. Dreaming of him? Maybe. But more likely it’s something odd, like… being abducted by aliens or… trying to hump a talking tree… As she had told him before. Her dreams got weird.

He began to lightly stroke her clit with his tongue again as he carefully moved his hand over her leg. His cock was throbbing, but he had to ignore it. If he started pleasuring himself, he wouldn’t be able to focus. He took a moment to wet a finger with his mouth, then found her vagina and slowly slipped it inside.

The Ghoul took a deep breath, which shook just slightly as he felt the intense heat around his finger. She was so wet already, which made it easier. Slowly, he slid the finger in and out and began to suck on her clit again. 

She squirmed a little and let out a sleepy groan. He paused a moment to see if she was waking, but she peacefully went back to sleep, lightly sighing as she turned her head the other direction.

They both had agreed, should one of them get to full on intercourse while the other was asleep, it was game over. One-hundred points. Not that the points mattered. But truly, it would be a feat. And she was so damn drunk last night, he thought he might actually have a chance, if he played his cards right. He doubted it, but he was gonna try. 

But first, he had to prepare her a little more. 

Cooper decided to give her clit a break, so she didn’t get too excited, and slid in a second finger. He gently spread them apart, stretching her to make room for his cock. The bounty hunter licked his lips as he looked up at her beautiful figure. While he did find this hot and kinky, he definitely preferred it when he could hear her moaning and writhing. He almost wanted her to wake up. Every time he did this, he couldn’t wait for the moment her eyes shot open and she started screaming out of surprise and pleasure. It never got old. And she never seemed to get bored of it either.

He paused and bit his lip, and decided he was ready. He just had to figure out how to position himself in a way that wouldn’t wake her, starting by moving her leg.

The bounty hunter carefully lifted himself up off the bed and went back to the foot, where he could easily climb between her legs. Before he did so, he reached down, taking her ankle with one hand and her knee in the other, and gently bent it to the side, spreading her leg out to mirror the other one. 

Now her pussy was fully exposed, glistening in the moonlight. He couldn’t help himself. He had to taste her one more time. He leaned over and crawled on his stomach, then dipped his head down, running his tongue up and down the length between her lips, drinking her dripping fluids like nectar. 

“Hahh…” As he pulled away, he let out a needy exhale. His cock was throbbing and leaking and he couldn’t help but rub against the sheets a little. But he had to maintain control. He was so close to the finish line. He’d be damned if he let a little thing like a raging boner get in the way of his ultimate victory. 

Carefully, he pushed himself up with his strong arms, and slowly crawled over her, being careful not to touch her and to disturb the mattress as little as possible. Looking down, he was able to position himself so that the head of his cock was right at the entrance to her pussy.

He looked up and watched her closely. Still sleeping, perfect and gorgeous, with her hair messily in her face, and just a little bit of drool dripping out of her mouth. 

Cooper bit down on his tongue. She was always so horrified when she woke up and found out she was drooling. He didn’t mind, though. He thought it was cute, the way she got so flustered about it, and it always made him laugh. But he couldn’t laugh now. He was on an important mission.

With an intense focus, he watched her face for any sign of stirring as he moved his hips forward and pressed the head of his cock against her vagina. He bit down on his lips when he felt the slight resistance, then exhaled as she took him in and he slowly slid inside.

Cooper grinned and had to hold back his laughter, cackling in his head. He did it! Son of a bitch did it. He was deep inside her and she was still fast asleep. Just wait until she gets a load of this, he thought. She’s going to be SO pissed. 

Now, the only question is, how long could he go before she finally did wake up? He was sure all the rocking and fucking would wake her. If not, well, he might start to be a little concerned. But he was sure she just had too much to drink. And also, his mad skills. 

So the bounty hunter started slowly and smoothly moving his hips, gently sliding his cock in and out of her, not all the way, just about half. He parted his lips as he started to breathe heavily. She felt so fucking good, and he could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her. It took all his self control not to pound into her, and the restraint made him shake and tremble. He desperately wanted her to wake up, but he also relished this challenge and wouldn’t be satisfied unless he took it as far as it could go.

Could he make her come in her sleep, he wondered?

She started to squirm and lightly moan, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed in a look of confusion. “Ohhh…” She sighed. “Mmmm…”  

The Ghoul bit his lip and sucked on it in thought. He needed to get to her clit, but holding himself up with one arm would be difficult. If he could get his legs under hers, that would make it easier. 

Slowly, he moved his legs, one at a time, to the side and in front of him, carefully tucking them under hers. Once he was successfully on his knees with her legs hooked around him, he had to stop himself again from chuckling. The sly dog was getting too good at this. Now with his knees to support him, he sat up, his cock still half-inside, and looked down. 

He tilted his head at the sight of her wet lips stretched around his cock, both their genitals twitching slightly against each other. Licking his bottom teeth, he let out a shaky breath as his eyes fell on where the lips came together. Her now erect clit had swelled and gone from a soft pink, to a light cherry red. He knew it would take both if he was going to get her to orgasm before she woke, or at least as she was waking.

If he could accomplish that, he thought, he could officially give himself the title of ‘Master Fuck Machine’. He could see Lucy rolling her eyes now. 

Cooper licked his thumb to add a little extra lube, then brought it down and began to lightly stroke her clit downwards. Once he got the rhythm, he started moving his hips at the same time. Brushing his thumb down as he pushed his cock in. 

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth, nearly sticking out his tongue as he took heavy breaths. God, this was so hot. And she wasn’t even awake to enjoy it with him. If only he could find a way to film this and show her. He wondered if she would find it hot. He bet anything she would. 

Christ, he wanted her to wake up so bad. How the fuck was she still asleep?

Finally, she started to stir a bit, her brow furrowed hard as she moved her head to the other side again, letting out a groan. “Ohhh…” 

“Ohh… Lucy…” He whispered softly, then bit his lip, trying not to moan himself. 

“Mmmm… hohh…” She moaned as she started to squirm even more. Her whole body started to move, hands coming down to her sides and gripping into the sheets as she tried to pull herself somewhere. Her legs began to stir, moving up and down as she let out a shaky gasp and pressed her head back against the pillow. “Hah! Oh, God!”

Cooper’s lips curved up into a toothy grin. This was it. Moment of truth. 

“Ahh!” Her eyes shot open suddenly and she looked down at him with her mouth open wide. “Cooper!”

The Ghoul let out the loud, triumphant laugh he’d been holding in. “Good mornin', my Queen.” He purred in a deep, sexy tone.

She gasped hard and threw her head back again. “Motherfucker!” 

He ran his tongue over his bottom teeth as he laughed again. “What's the matta'? You want me da' stop?”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Lucy yelled breathlessly. She turned her head back down and started clawing at his shoulders and squeezed her legs around him. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come!”

If Cooper could grin any wider, he would. No use holding back anymore. He grabbed her legs and lifted them up, then leaned over her and started thrusting into her. “Like that, baby?” 

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” She gasped and moaned so loud, he wondered if the neighbors could hear. It didn’t matter. He didn’t fucking care. And they were probably used to it by now, anyway.

He let out his own moans as well, and it became a veritable pre-orgasm symphony as they both whimpered and cursed and groaned in ecstasy. 

“Ghhaahh…!” Finally, Lucy let out a raspy scream as her head flew back, then she scratched at his shoulders and her body began to tremble.

The Ghoul grit his teeth as he felt her muscles suddenly close in, squeezing his cock and quivering all around him with each contraction of her climax. He wanted to come too, but not yet. He knew she wasn’t done. It was quite common for her to need at least three orgasms to be satisfied. Sometimes four. Sometimes five. Sometimes fourteen. She was a beast, this one. A horny, freaky, sexy beast. And definitely gave him a run for his money. 

He continued to pump into her, despite the resistance and the fact that her pussy was squeezing so hard it was almost painful. He brought his thumb back down and started swirling it over her clit, and that earned him even louder moans. She spread her legs wider and pushed her hips towards him, thrusting a bit herself as well, until she cried out and came again. 

“Ohh! Cooper! Cooper!!”

“Fuck yeah, Lucy.” He hissed as he shuddered, trying to hold himself back from bursting.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” She cried out with his thrusts. “One more… One more!”

“Come with you?”

“Yes! Yes, come with me! Hohh...”

The Ghoul bore down, and leaned in close to her, putting his weight on the arm that was holding him up and gripping the sheets in his hand. He started to thrust, deep and hard into her, at a faster, but steady pace as he continued to rub her clit. “Oh, fuck baby…” He breathed as he felt himself getting close to the edge. All it would take was one more…

“Gyahhh!!” Lucy screamed as she threw her head back one more time. Her whole body tensed and she shuttered over and over. 

As her sopping wet pussy bit down on him again, squeezing the life out of his rock-hard cock, he released into her. “Ahh… fuck!” His penis twitched and throbbed and pulsed as it spilled gush after gush of cum into her. And his whole body followed suit, quivering and trembling as he closed his eyes and tilted his head up. Clenching his teeth and breathing in through them, he gripped her hips as he desperately and shakily continued to thrust into her, momentarily losing control.

The two of them soon paused in unison, their bodies tense and quivering, as they clung onto each other and savored the quaking ripples of their shared orgasm. Letting out whimpers and groans with each escaped breath until their bodies started to relax.

Cooper let out a sigh before he opened his eyes and looked down at his lover, who was smiling up at him with tired eyes as she caught her breath.

“You bastard.” Lucy said with a grin.

He grinned back and let out a breathless laugh. “Seems to me you enjoyed that.”

“Hmm… it was good.” She admitted, then rested her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. “But you’re still a bastard.”

“Hundred points.”

“Pfft…” She snickered. “Whatever.”

“Champion.” 

“We'll see, we'll see." She said with a shrug.

“Master Fuck Machine.”

She let out a light cackle, “Okay, mister fuck machine.” and lightly slapped his leg as she looked up at him. “Get the fuck outta here.”

“Master.” He corrected. “With an ‘A’.” 

Lucy laughed again. “Okay, MASTER fuck machine. I’m hungry.”

Every time. It never failed. Especially after an orgasm like that. She always had to eat afterwards.

“Whatchu want, Darlin’?”

“Is it breakfast time yet?”

“Could be. Want me to cook?”

“Would you?”

“Anythang for you, Queen.” He leaned down and they shared a passionate kiss before he started to move off the bed. 

“I’ll stay here and plot my revenge.” She said with a playful smile, resting her hands behind her head. 

“Good luck with that. You’ve got a hard act to follow.” He snickered.

“Pssh…” She scoffed and threw a pillow at him. “Cocky bastard.”

“Damn right, I am.” He said with a grin as he caught it.

She laid back, and started to brush her hair out of her face, then stopped in horror when she felt the wet streak on her cheek. “Oh my GOD! Was I drooling the whole time!?”

“Yes, babe. Yes, you were.”

The End

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[madamesmoke]

I recently got into Batman and Miraculous Ladybug crossovers.

They can be kinda cute.

I just have an issue with how many of them make Jason a disaster in the kitchen. Especially in Alfred's kitchen. Like, Marinette arrives, cooks or bakes with Alfred, and Jason (who is arguably the best cook after Alfred) is nowhere to be found.

The fuck is up with that?

Also, what is it with the JL ignoring the Paris situation in these fics. And why is it always Hal?

Like, the JL hast enough experience with reality altering shenanigans and magic. Even if the damage is reversed every time, they would take it seriously.

Especially Hal Jordan. That man has seen some shit, knows some shit and has done some shit. He would never ignore teenagers who clearly need help.

Why do so few people put Adrien in therapy? This socially and emotionally stunted kitty is still in the toddler phase of emulation. He also disregards his own physical and mental comfort to keep others safe, and that on a level that makes me think that his own boundaries have been ignored so often that he thinks this is normal.

#batman #smokey stuff #miraculous au #miraculous ladybug #dc crossover #dc #marinette dupain cheng #jason todd #red hood #robin #adrien agreste #miraculous adrien #miraculous marinette