#cause i don't need much else to keep my ass happy

[rafeandonlyrafe]

followed (part one)

words: 1.2k

warnings: stalker (not rafe), violence, rafe beats someone up but the guy is a creep

followed (part one) / accused (part two)

“hey.” you whisper, ducking under the man's outstretched arm as he looks at the various snacks on the shelf. “pretend you know me, please. i'm being followed.”

rafe doesn't really question it, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and smiling down at you, just as a man turns down the aisle. 

“there you are, baby!” you put on a big smile, eyes still wide, telling the truth of your feelings as rafe can see how nervous you are. “been looking all over the store for you!”

rafe can see the guy, overdressed in lots of layers of jackets, physically deflates when he sees you're no longer alone and defenseless.

“sorry, babe. i got caught up with the snacks.” rafe laughs, grabbing a random bag off the shelf and dropping it into his basket. 

“its okay.” you shake your head. “just happy we're back together.”

rafe keeps you close to him, arm wrapped around your shoulder as the man moves away. you let out a sigh of relief, head tipping forward to rest against rafes chest.

“thank you.” you say before straightening up and taking a step back.

“no problem.” rafe could tell how pretty you were from the moment he saw you, but now that you're not riddled with nerves, he can see that you're gorgeous. he shifts the basket to his other hand as he reaches out. “im rafe.”

“y/n.” you shake his hand, palm still slightly sweaty.

“let me stick with you while you shop, yeah? just in case he comes back.”

“oh my god, i would really appreciate that.” you lay a hand over your chest. “i dropped my basket a couple aisles back when he turned down the same row.”

rafe follows you, keeping his head on a swivel. he knows he can take the guy, he looked on the older side from the brief glance rafe had at him, but that doesn't mean he wants to get surprise attacked.

“i don't have much more that i need to grab.” you explain to rafe, walking just a step in front of him, causing you to turn down the aisle first.

you gasp and back up into rafe when you realize the same man is now hovering over your basket, waiting on you to return to it.

“i got you.” rafe whispers, dropping his basket, causing it to clatter against the floor. the man glares and doesn't back off like rafe was hoping he would.

“back away from my girls shit.” he growls out, dropping his voice. 

“oh yeah, what are you gonna do? beat me up and then get arrested? there's cameras everywhere.” the man says, taking a step forward.

rafe is quick to reposition himself to stand in front of you. “and then those same cameras will see you following my girlfriend all over the store. get out before i beat your ass.”

the man looks rafe up and down before rushing away, hopefully finally actually leaving.

“shit.” you let out a whine, causing rafe to quickly whip around to face you, seeing tears welling up in your eyes.

“hey, you're safe now.” rafe says, placing his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them. when the tears break loose and slide down your cheeks, he pulls you forward into his chest, allowing you to sniffle until you've got yourself under control.

“sorry.” you laugh awkwardly, wiping away the tears before realize you'd left most of them as a stain on rafes shirt.

“it's okay.” he says. “men who mess with women and kids are the worst.”

you nod in agreement. “i don't know how to thank you…”

“you can thank me by not wasting your tears on that creep, alright?”

you nod as rafe grabs your basket, not handing it to you as he picks up his own. “what else do you need to get?” he asks.

“um, just some snacks.” you follow rafe as he confidently walks through the store.

you finish your shopping together before heading to the checkout. rafe doesn't even let you argue as he pays for what you have in your basket, a little shocked by how much he makeup costs, but he knows it won't dent his bank account.

“shouldn't i have paid for you since you helped me?” you ask as you walk out of the store, glad that the parking lot is lit up with street lights, as the sun has set.

“nah.” rafe just smiles at you. “now where's your car? wanna make sure you get in safe.”

you lead him towards your jeep, watching his muscled arms as he puts your couple bags into the trunk.

“thanks so much. i… i don't even want to think about what would have happened to be if you weren't there.” you take a deep breath.

“hey, don't worry about it.” rafe watches you climb into your car, giving him a small wave before taking off. rafe watches you leave, turning out onto the street before walking to his car. 

hes about to pull out of his parking spot himself when he sees a beat up sedan sat in the darkest spot of the lot, right under a burnt out light. rafe squints into the darkness, letting out a growl when his suspicions are right. 

he leaves his car, not bothering to sneak as he walks up and taps on the window. the man is disgruntled but rolls it down.

“there's cameras in the parking lot too.” he says.

“yeah, but it's pretty dark right here.” rafe looks around before reaching into the open window, holding the man by the collar while his other fist pummels into him, hitting his face over and over until it's a bloody, bruised mess.

“that'll teach you to never mess with poor defenseless women ever again, fucking creep.” rafe isn't finished yet though as he spits onto the man, taking the keys out of the car and tossing them away, leaving the man to have so scrounge on the ground for them later.

“shit.” rafe turns around to see your car is back in the parking lot, your eyes wide as you watch him from the drivers seat.

rafe wipes the blood off his knuckles onto the guys shirt before walking over to your jeep.

“im sorry you had to see that.” rafe says as you step out, piece of paper in hand.

“it… its okay.” you shake your head. “im glad you did that.” you're not one for violence, but the creep had it coming.

“are you okay?” rafe asks, not sure why you came back, but he's glad to see you again.

you stick your hand out, giving the paper to rafe. “came back to give you my number. can't believe i left without doing that.”

“ah.” rafe smirks. “seeing me beat up that guy didn't make you change your mind?” he sticks the paper into his pocket, knowing he's going to pull it out the second you're gone to save it to his phone then memorize the digits.

“not at all.” you admit, looking down at your feet. “if anything, it makes me like you more.”

“dinner this friday?” rafe doesn't want to wait to plan out your date, needing to know before letting you go when he will see you again.

“that's too far away. how about tomorrow?” 

rafe is surprised how forward you are, but grateful for it as he nods. “ill text you.”

“ill be waiting.”

sfw taglist: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie

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[savage-rhi]

✨️Magenta🔥

#looking at the mental health and therapy positions open in my area #therapists are leaving left and right that a clinic i used to work at that treated me like utter shit is almost offering 140k in salary #to keep folks retained #i remember just a few years ago the max a therapist made there was 75k #seeing other places too where its like 67 to 85 an hr with sign on bonuses upward to 5k #its not a good sign professionals are leaving in droves #but damn it do i wish i had my license already so i could hop on and not live in poverty for a hot minute #im not fooling myself based on how inflation and the economy is running if you make over 100k its gonna be like making less than 45k #cause we getting gutted #but still god damn it #i got 2 and a half more years to go #fuck if i made that much right now i could get out of debt and spend a good chunk on people that need it #cause i don't need much else to keep my ass happy #this is the little flag that gives me hope #I'll be able to make a living doing something i love and helping people and getting my damn fucking bread #if i could make a living full time writing tho that would be fucking amazing #same thing with my voice over stuff too #god theres so much i aspire to do i got the ambition for it alright #but i got the disability that makes me take ten steps back and i live in a capitalistic hellscape that wants me tired and exhausted to where #i can't accomplish anything else but keeping the machine going #i feel like my writing sucks lately thats probably just burnout but god damn #this got bleak #k magenta can go fuck itself lets reword this jay #you're gonna get your license you're gonna have SOME FUCKING STABILITY you're gonna help people you're gonna be content and #you're gonna get your mother fucking bread that you've been promised #magenta mother fuckers magenta

[saintedbythestorm]

Not dad trying to tell me about some big fallout news he heard about from some work colleague 😂 oh what the poor man just subjected himself too.

#it was about that leak from weeks ago. dad got quite the details about it. he walked right into that one. #and that dear sir is why we do not try to bring news about the hyperfixation. i will know about it and you will hear about it. #dude even got the history of fallout 3 as a bonus. since that was the one he mentioned 😂 #he also got a very veeeery long version about why i would necessarily get so excited about the leaks. #you know age of the document. the whole company sale thing. how much the time line clearly has already gone to shit. etc etc etc. #yeah... yeah i think he really came to regret that one 😅 #listen i have only slept 5 hours. am high on caffeine and painkillers- almost had a migraine ok. #which means i have like 0 filter rn and am quite brain tired. i will not realise how long i am going on for once i get started rn. #the info dump has started and it will end when i brain says so. i sure af won't notice I am doing it cause I'm just excited to share #not until i manage to like finish my long ass story do i realise i went on for like a good 20-30 minutes... oops. #and that may just be a generous estimate cause i got really going on the infodump ok. it was a blast. ngl. #i am very passionate about fallout ok. this is what happens when you fall asleep to fallout lore most days of the week. #yes i lost the plot ages ago about this hyperfixation. it makes me very happy. so i don't even care. i will keep doing it. #til the hyperfixation dies and bring great sadness to the lands... til we find something else. god knows when that is though. #i am very ok if fallout hyperfixation just... doesn't go away actually. i like hyperfixation. brings many a solution when upsetty. #.... i really need to stfu up now. hi. 👋 why are you still reading this??? these ramblings of a madman. 😂 #ryder speaking #i got this far before i realised i did not in fact write wouldn't get excited... well i aint fixing it now 🙃

[cyberm4n]

You've now filled my head with nothing but Alastor and Lucifer brainrot. Any other sharing thoughts you have for them? (I cannot stop thinking about them, I quite literally thought about them sharing me during my entire 8hr retail shift yesterday)

alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 3!

pt1, pt2

this was highly requested, thank you all for the love <3 im tagging anyone who asked/was fine with it last time but now you can fill out this taglist form to ensure you're tagged for future posts!

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix @reaper-of-light-12 @ambi-squirrelly @hazelfoureyes @meggletoomanyfandoms @afernandez21

cw: angst ig?? idk reader is upset cause they keep fighting, general relationship issues for a moment, smut, reader gets eaten out, there's some light praise and condescension i think, alastor has a master kink, alastor discovers he LOVES eating pussy, there's like a weird sexual tension between alastor and lucifer for the majority of this if you squint, the ending is VERY suggestive

other: not 100% happy with formatting on this but i wrote majority of it on a 6 hour flight so like. you win some you lose some. not proofread that well, i kind of ramble at times too but it's fine. 2.1k word count and half of it is formatted in a headcanon cuase, again, lazy 6 hour writing. i also don't use the bolding and coloring that much cause it'd be a lot of work.

left the ending a little open, will probably do a poll tomorrow on if people want me to take this that direction.

■ okay so sex aside i would think outwardly everyone knows you're in a relationship with lucifer at the very least

■ but it's kept lowkey with the other part of the relationship

■ which both are fine with btw

■ lucifer loves pda so he's happy, alastor isn't a fan so it's whatever

■ the public part works out because alastor would genuinely be worried about someone trying to use you to get to him

■ it's bad enough that it's known the king of hell has a new partner, but nobody knowing that if they fuck with you they're fucking with the king of hell AND the radio demon is a silent advantage

■ if anyone knows, it's charlie. but only to the extent of like the fact it's a hinge relationship, everything else she doesn't know and honestly doesn't need to know

■ she's just happy her dad seems happy and is getting along better with alastor

■ i think alastor is the kind to really start caring during the relationship vs. lucifer caring about you deeply before

■ so occasionally alastor will pull you aside, or if no one is watching will just press a quick kiss on your forehead.

■ meanwhile lucifer is always making it known he's in love with you

■ arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, everything

■ again, alastor doesn't really mind unless lucifer decides to be an ass abt it

■ look they still compete with each other sometimes they can't help it

■ then it becomes a game of how much the other can get away with before you either get upset or it's too telling

■ that's the other thing is like, the competing gets really fucking annoying to you

■ we saw them in hells greatest dad it wasn't a want to be a better dad it's just wanting to out do the other

■ and when it transfers to your relationship it gets agitating fast

moving on

■ relationship side alastor isn't as involved with that

■ but if either of them did something that upset you or like there was a lovers quarrel between you and either side it's a big deal to them

■ especially if you're only upset with one half of the hinge

■ cause like, sure, they could compete with each other and purposefully drive you apart

■ but tbh.. both of them lowkey like this arrangement much more than they thought they would

■ so they end up talking to each other about it and figuring out what to do

■ same if you're upset with both

■ not that you're upset often it's just that when you are it's usually cause they crossed a line in their little competition

■ and they hate making their girl feel like a prize to be won :(

■ whatever their solution is, they do it together.

■ show you they can get along, that they both care about you enough

■ you're in your room, a bit of a blow up happened earlier after they got into one of their arguments

■ it's not that you genuinely think theyre using you to get to the other but sometimes with the way they act it's easy to doubt

■ anyways, they both come in, it's late

■ i cry when im frustrated/upset and i think it's a pretty normal reaction, so let's just say you're crying a little

■ they're both immediately at your side, apologizing profusely

■ you've never cried like this before

■ it scares them. alot.

■ for once there's absolutely no competition, the only worry is making you feel better.

■ both sitting next to you on the couch, lucifer murmuring how much he loves you, and how he knows how much alastor cares for you

■ i hate the whole "alastor doesn't understand emotions" thing because he does. he has to, he knows how to read people well.

■ it's just he hasn't ever comforted someone

■ he doesn't know what to do when someone he cares about is upset

■ so he's glad lucifer is here, as alastor just sits at your side nodding along and gently rubbing your back

■ alastor only tunes back in when lucifer offers to give some space for the night, and a little murmur from you agrees but asks they both come to bed that night

■ given its usually only lucifer who actually sleeps in the same bed as you alastor is surprised

■ but lucifer is beckoning him out for some space.

"cmon, we'll be back in an hour yeah?" he chimes from the door, and with a squeeze of your shoulder alastor is out of the door, but he opts to walk along with lucifer. "we gotta do better" lucifer sighs as he walks, not looking over at alastor. he's not accusing alastor, he seems equally disappointed in both of them.

"for her?" alastor adds, and lucifer gives a hum of agreement. "this while ordeal has been quite... stressful as of late, no?" alastor adds, "to our own faults, yes" lucifer murmurs, giving a sigh. alastor nods, and the two men walk in silence for some time, ending up in the parlor, husk far since gone to bed. "want anything?" lucifer pulls alastor back to reality once again, he's standing behind the bar while alastor had been staring off, his mind running with thoughtd of god knows what.

"whiskey, my friend?" alastor suggests, and giving it a considerate thought lucifer pours two glasses. the silence falls over them again, just the sound of the clink of their glasses on the counter.

"so tell me, how do you do it when you pleasure her?" alastor breaks the silence, lucifers eyes dart up to him. thinking for a moment before replying "i don't really think tonight is the time for that—" lucifer says, but in a gentle tone.

"no no, in the morning." alastor says, staring down at his glass. "you two indulge often in the morning, correct?" alastor says, now his eyes uncomfortably on lucifer. Watching as the other man almost pales a little, swallowing thickly.

lucifer immediately falters, giving a sigh. "look it's not— i‐ that's not her fault–" lucifer immediately starts, assuming this is a confrontation. his eyebrows raise as alastor shakes his head. "oh please, if i had problem with it i would have done something" he says, a static crackle echoing through the room. "no, i want to know how you do it when you... when it's just about her. how can i do the same?" alastor asks, and this is even more surprising to lucifer than this whole fucking idea in the first place.

■ so lucifer of course explains some stuff to him, of course it's hard because unless he's done it before it's hard to articulate some of his "moves"

■ i mean lucifer can hardly resist going down on you everytime, he's definitely experienced but it's hard to transfer that knowledge at times

■ but he's impressed alastor even asked

■ so when they return to your room, they're a lot more calmer with each other than before.

■ that night changed a lot between them tbh

■ it's slightly awkward for both of them when everyone gets settled in the bed

■ you're on your back, lucifer on your right side and alastor on the left.

■ they're both holding you to the best of their abilities

■ lucifer gives alastors hand a squeeze before shuffling it to have a better grasp on your waist

■ you all peacefully sleep through the night, not shifting much but it's pretty comfortable

■ is the morning you're mostly cuddled into alastor, which is entirely lucifers doing

■ when you're all awake though alastor gets arguably nervous

■ but you being you, you slump over onto alastors chest, murmuring some affection to him

■ lucifer gives a nod, it's time.

■ he'd honestly probably move to get out of bed, assuming some privacy is wanted

■ but he feels a shadow wrap around his forearm, it's a light pressure

■ alastor shakes his head, mouthing a small "please"

after lucifer processes for a moment what exactly is about to go down, he's okay with that. he settles back in, his eyes on the two of you as alastor tilts your chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips. "my dear, would you mind if i tried something a little different with you?" alastor chimes, and you blink your eyes open again, still a bit sleepy as you give a nod.

he gently maneuvers you on the bed so you're laying on your back, his hands pawing at your sleep shorts and pulling them to your ankles. lucifer watches, honestly a little mezmerized by the whole ordeal. he feels proud in an odd sort of way. “I think our little doe deserves a treat, would you like that?” alastor murmurs as he spreads your thighs open. You take a shaky breath before murmuring some form of agreement, maybe even a little plea.

without further prodigy, alastors finally leans down his tongue swiping down your folds, hands grasping your hips to pull you to his face. your hands go to hold lucifers, but he shakes his head tutting at you. “ah ah, that’s not very polite princess” he chides softly, guiding your hands to alastors hair.

and alastor makes good use of the tips and information lucifer gave him, his tongue plunging into your sweet little hole as his nose bumps your clit. his eyes wander up, making eye contact with you as he eats you out so wonderfully. you tug at his hair and he practically growls in pleasure, opting to change tactics and focus his mouth on your clit while his fingers slide inside you, gently curling into your sweet spot.

and lucifer watches it all, absolutely mesmerized. he doesnt know what it is about watching this but theres something about knowing alastor is doing exactly as told to in this scenario that makes lucifer feel warm. he lets alastor steal the show, doing only minimal work. maybe hes softly cooing praises or gently reminding you to show your appreciation to the one making you feel this good.

as you get close, evident by the murmur that falls past your lips, alastors eyes snap to lucifers for a moment, and he takes a moment to think before understanding. usually when youre close alastor is all over you, telling you to be such a good girl and cum, just slight praises and coaxing. given the fact hes face deep in your sweetness he cant really do that, so that job is up to lucifer now.

“isn’t alastor doing such a good job duckling? you want to make sure he knows how good hes treating you, dont you?” lucifer coos, scooting in behind you on the bed so you stop trying to writhe away. “I think he’d be so disappointed if you didnt cum for him, you think you can do that, hm? you wanna cum all over your masters tongue?” lucifer says directly in your ear, and alastor feels a bit of a warmth in his stomach by being referred to as “master”

when you give a weak moan in response lucifer sighs, shaking his head. “be a good girl now, you can do it little doe” he says which is what sends you toppling over the edge, your hips rutting up into alastors mouth, whiny moans coming from you as alastor desperately licks up your sweet release. this whole thing was quite enjoyable for alstor, but hearing lucifer call you “little doe” his petname for you made him smugly satisfied.

after some aftercare which mostly just involved more cuddling, alastor feels satiated enough to shift to leave, before getting a look from lucifer. he reluctantly stays, feeling as you come to lay at his side once more. lucifer seems to take note of something, giving alastor a nod down, he glances down, seeing the obvious tent in his pants. alastor looks back up, slightly annoyed. a like “yeah, no shit dumbass” kind of look is exchanged.

alastor looks back down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sigh happily. but alastor tenses as he feels a hand on his knee, shooting a glare to lucifer as he traces his hand up a little. the two meet as and alastor takes a shaky breath as lucifer leans in just a little, breathing out the next few words with a calmness alastor admires:

“just keep cuddling her”

#lucifer smut #alastor smut #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer morningstar #radioapple #alastor the radio demon #alastor x lucifer #smut #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer

[gglitch1dd]

DILF dad bod Izuku, let’s get into it for real 😩 idk it’s just something about keeping my man ~well fed~ and happy that makes my puthy throb

A/N: Remember readers that the Cheating DILF izuku is an alternate universe and DOES NOT APPLY anywhere else that isn't the mini series.

Warning: Big DILF Izuku, we got a big hungry man on our hands

Ohhhhh you and I?? We would be feral together.

Cause Dilf Izuku is a big man and Lord knows he has had his share of one too many dumplings but who can blame him. He feels like he's won the lottery every time he just steps into his house.

Izuku takes a deep breath and he just knows he is home. The smell of bubbling warm stew fills the air and already he's groaning cause he knows that you know just what he needs after a long day at work and on patrol.

He'd follow his nose which is directly linked to his stomach and he'd find you in all your glory there in your apron while humming to tunes while the kids finished up on homework. Izuku wraps his large arms around your body, kissing your neck, muttering a greeting in your ear as he looks down to what you're cooking. Being so close to the source practically has him salivating. He's so hungry.

But not just for food.

He keeps you pressed nice and tight to his front, close enough that your ass that fills up those mom jeans just right can feel his chubby cock that's just aching and waiting to get inside you, just like how he's aching and waiting to eat that stew.

You've got to giggle and pat his right pec. "Go change and dinner will be good as ready." With that you chase him off, making him grumble but he knows better than to complain. if he wants to eat good, he'll respect the woman who runs the house and that is you.

Poor Izuku, gets changed out of his hero costume but he's at that ultimate dad stage where all his shirts seem to be a bit too tight nowadays. But he isn't too worried since you always tell him that he's perfect just the way he is.

Now don't get him wrong, Izuku is fit. He's a hero after all, and being fit is a necessity for the job. But the extra pounds are for shock insulation... obviously.

Now that he's down, and seated at the head of the table, dinner is served. A steaming hot plate just for him. Its big enough to feed an army, but your husband always asks for seconds. He can't help it. Not when your food tastes like God touched it Himself.

After saying grace, all it takes is one spoon and you've got that man groaning with his eyes rolled back. He feels ready enough to pass away. He could die happy now. He eats like a man starved but savours every bite because its something his loving wife crafted.

And you can't help but sit there with your legs crossed with a satisfied smile on your face. Your big man praised you continuously, so damn grateful like he's never eaten before in his life. And as much as you knew it was probably your fault he gained the extra pounds, you couldn't feel guilty.

Not when you knew he was going to fuck you like a man starved just an hour later.

-Glitch1d

#izuku midoriya x reader #mha x y/n #mha izuku #izuku x reader #mha #deku x reader #dilf deku #dilf midoriya #dilf izuku x reader #dilf izuku midoriya #bnha #midoriya x reader

[celestiababie]

A Handful - K.MG

Pairings: Stay at home husband! Mingyu x fem! reader

Genre: fluff, highly suggestive (18+), domestic!au, established relationship!

Warnings: PREGNANT READER, chest fondling (m and f receiving), cursing, Mingyu is a little shit, reader is hormonal and easily annoyed, Mingyu possibly has a breeding kink, reader is shorter than Mingyu, let me know if I need to add anything else!

Word Count: 915 (short but I was on hiatus and this is the first thing I'm writing in MONTHS)

Summary: Your husband is no stranger to being touchy and clingy, but he's been especially annoying ever since you gave him the big news.

A/N: I'M MOTHERFUCKING BACK!!! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this. For reference, this acts as a small prequel to a small series I have about stay at home husband/dad! Mingyu. You don't have to read the other parts, but I will leave a link to the series masterlist just in case people want to read it. Please leave feedback, I'd really appreciate it, especially since I'm a bit nervous about posting again haha.

Series Masterlist

A pair of warm hands suddenly wrap around your growing stomach, engulfing you as a gigantic presence looms over you. 

The shriek that escapes your lips is embarrassing, but not nearly embarrassing as your hands lose their grasp on the plate you were scrubbing, dropping it in the sink and causing the fine porcelain to shatter. 

"Shit—are you hurt, baby?" Your husband's voice echoes through the not yet completed kitchen, irking you more than it normally would. 

Spinning in his hold, you wipe your damp hands on the sides of your sweatpants before shooting him one of the deadliest (and sexiest) glares he's ever witnessed.

"No, I'm not hurt, but I keep telling you not to sneak up behind me when I'm doing the dishes! I don't even understand how your tall ass is that fucking quiet," you start, your brows furrowed as you hold your glare.

Mingyu opens his mouth to reply but can't get a single word out before you shush him with a single finger to the lips. 

"I'm not finished. And this is the fifth. No, the sixth time a plate has broken since we've moved here." 

"That's not that bad, Y/n," Mingyu defends with a pout accompanying his words.

You cock a brow at the tall man, scoffing at his pathetic defense, your tongue pressed into the side of your cheek.

Six plates is a lot for any man, but it becomes comical when it's only been a month and a half since moving into the new house with your klutz of a husband. 

"You've also spilled drinks. Many times. Dropped multiple glasses. And don't think that I'm stupid and don't know you dropped the bottle of wine Minghao gifted us. I was looking forward to drinking that. That's pretty bad, admit it, Gyu," you list off, enjoying how a deep rosiness reaches the tips of his ears, almost as deep as the wine you'd never be able to appreciate. 

Mingyu slowly turned your frame back around to face the sink once again. His hands roamed across your stomach, which was getting bigger and bigger with every day that passed.

 Like always, Mingyu felt his heart racing in his chest as he caressed your stomach, his body flooding with that overwhelming emotion he could only describe as true unconditional happiness and love for both of his girls. 

Okay, maybe he didn't know the sex of the baby yet, but his gut was telling him he was gonna be a father of a little baby girl, and he was sticking to it for now. His intuition rarely failed him, and if he hadn't stuck to his guns, he would have never got together with you. 

"You wouldn't be able to drink it right now anyway, baby. Let's focus on things I'm good at, hm? The kitchen is almost done, and the living room looks beautiful, if I do say so myself. I'm pretty good at painting, so I'll have the nursing done in no time. I just cooked my beautiful wife a wonderful meal that she was moaning about the entire time," he shamelessly declares, the smugness apparent in his voice. 

You bite back a sassy remark when you feel his hands traverse up your abdomen, gently grabbing your swollen breasts in his large hands to massage them carefully. Your head relaxes against him as you let out a deep sigh, your husband's skillful hands rubbing away the ache and soreness. 

Mingyu studied your blissful expression for what felt like the millionth time. He'd never grow tired of how your eyes would flutter shut, eyelashes resting on the tops of your cheeks as your pretty lips parted, taking deep breaths as you savored the feeling of his hands on your body. 

He tilts his head to bring his lips closer to your ear, "And I'm really good at making mommy feel good, isn't that right, baby?" 

Your eyes roll behind your eyelids as you let out a breathy laugh, amused but not surprised by your husband's antics.

"You're so annoying, Mingyu," you moan, practically purring your husband's name, which only inflates his ego more.

"How convenient for me; you've always looked so damn sexy when annoyed."

A light bulb lights up in your head as you watch your husband's back muscles as he walks over to the kitchen sink to set aside the dishes. 

Let's see how he likes it.

A Cheshire-like smirk paints your lips as you slowly come up behind your half-naked husband to wrap your arms around his waist, your stomach pressing against his tanned skin.

But much to your disappointment, Mingyu didn't give you the reaction you hoped for. 

"Gonna keep me company while I wash up?"

You frown and deeply exhale as you crawl your hands further up his torso. Your nails drag along his skin, which generates a shiver throughout his entire being, goosebumps forming on his skin. 

"No, I'm trying to give you a taste of your own medicine, but you're enjoying this too much," you reply, your fingers inching further with every word.

A low moan rumbles out of Mingyu as your hands feel up his sore chest from working out right before waking you for breakfast. 

Shit, his chest got even bigger. Damn, that home gym he insisted on. 

You watch as Mingyu writhes against you as your fingers trail over his nipples, a shaky breath forced out of his body as he grabs the edge of the sink.

He's so annoying.

#svt #seventeen #svt fic #svt fluff #svt smut #svt x reader #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #mingyu fic #mingyu smut #mingyu imagines #mingyu x reader #mingyu #kim mingyu #stay at home! mingyu #🌌:celestialworks

[angelltheninth]

Hi! I know some of the avatar hype has died down, but I just got this going through my mind right now. I would like to request the avatar men with a human fem reader, where they have a friends with benefits situation, but they realize that they have fallen for the reader and want more. Thank you.

It doesn't matter if the hype is down, I'm still gonna be writing for these characters cause I love them.

Pairing: Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch, Tsu'tey, Tonowari x FemReader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends with benefits, realization of feelings, confession, fear of rejection, denial of feelings, size difference, cuddles, tail shenanigans, mating cycles, jealousy

A/N: When I'm in a fandom I might have periods of time when I don't write for it as much cause burnout happens but I get back into it if I really liked it.

FWB!Jake Sully dances around the issue until he's absolutely sure that he's really in love with you. There were many close calls with him almost uttering the confession as he watched your ass repeatedly connecting with his abs while you moved up and down on his cock. He didn't expect to grunt it out in front of you while you were putting your clothes back on but so slowly he got another erection. The look in your eyes made him want to run and hide and never visit you again. Good thing he stuck around for a few more moments because the next thing he knew you embraced him, your tits at a perfect position to press against his cock but not distracting enough to not register the fact that you love him too.

FWB!Miles Quaritch was already in this relationship with you a few years. On and off, never catching feelings, both of you openly talking about other partners because you were nothing more then friends, teammates, fellow soldiers. But he changed since he got his Avatar, he's visiting you more, each fucking getting longer until one day he made you pass out and he was still rock hard. Every part of him wanted to mark you up in every way possible. He no longer wanted to be with anyone else and became irritated when others would flirt with you. Teasing was no longer just teasing and fucking was no longer just fucking, he would hold you against his chest as he rutted down into you, not letting you go even if you passed out.

FWB!Tsu'Tey hated that he lusted after a human woman so much that only your tiny, way too tight cunt could satisfy him during his mating cycle. A true blessing is the fact that you, as a human, couldn't be impregnated by him so he could finish inside every time. He hated that too, the fact that he had to finish inside you and that you would be begging him to breed you and the next you'd be leaving him like nothing happened. It was confusing but it worked. Even though he wanted a mate for life he couldn't deny the allure of this love-hate arrangement or the fact that lately you've both been leaning more towards the love aspect of it. The next time you have sex he's not letting you leave until there's a permeant mark on you.

FWB!Tonowari really wasn't happy with this arrangement of yours. He is a warrior but he wants stability in his relationship. In a way you could say that yours was, it was consistent at least, you visiting him for his every cycle and staying there for as long as he needed you, cuddling with him, listening to his stories while his fat cock stayed almost permanently hard inside your cum dripping hole. A strategy of his seems to be to keep you cuddling with him as long as possible by having one arm around you the whole time laughing as you playfully try to get free. Moments like these seem to go on forever, a part of you really wants them to, you want to be his forever. Just gotta take that step.

#avatar x you #avatar x reader #jake sully x reader #miles quaritch x reader #tsu'tey x reader #tonowari x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar smut #jake sully smut #miles quaritch smut #tsu'tey smut #tonowari smut #x female reader

[cod-z]

[NSFW 18+] Pegging Series (Anon Reveal)

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: NSFW 18+, Title itself explanatory

Pairing(s): John 'Soap' MacTavish x Stoic!Reader

| One-shots | A/N: My anon reveal and brain-rot. For those who knows said story, yes, I am THAT anon from said blog

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Johnny has a thing for Stoic!Reader because of the mystery behind them, always keeping a poker face even in dire situation and the strong, powerful aura that reader has but it's also reassuring. A mix between Price and Ghost the stern yet comforting from Gaz.

Johnny knocking on stoic!reader's door because Price had asked him to get the paperworks that were needed but ends up just stammering towards reader because the way reader speaks is so emotionless and stern, it sends him into a horny frenzy-

Finally telling stoic!reader what Price wanted, reader dismisses him but he doesn't leave and just stands there like a sweet, lost puppy and who is totally not horny or anything because reader is only in a black tank top and their cargo pants while reader does paperwork.

Stoic!Reader casually staring at Johnny because he hasn't left and asks if there is anything else.

Johnny stutters as he tries to explain that Price, Ghost and Gaz were getting ready for a mission, clenching onto the documents, trying to ask a certain question because poor pup was going to be alone for quite awhile but ends up silencing himself and leaving. 'Cause why would reader do that for him if reader was aroace? (again, sue me).

Not even 2 weeks in when the other three were gone. Johnny pathetically asks Stoic!Reader if they could fuck him.

Stoic!reader who wanted to say 'no' till they saw the twitching outline of Johnny's bulge and felt a twinge of pity for Johnny boy and sighs.

Stoic!reader who says 'yes' but only on one condition which makes Johnny happy, though the next day Johnny was now on his hands and knees with stoic!reader prepping his rim to take in the strap-on they bought online together (Johnny totally didn't get the overnight shipping).

Johnny is already a squirming mess as he came twice already from being prepped by reader. Reader obviously not done with Johnny, had already put the big, girthy, bumpy strap-on, on already and grabs him roughly by his mohawk. Rubbing the plastic-rubber against his weeping cock gathering the cum and proceeds to rub coated strap-on onto his ass, slicking it up before pushing it to the hilt.

Pathetic whining moans leaves Johnny's lips as he's drilled onto Stoic!Reader's bed like reader hates him, shocking Johnny at the full force that comes from reader's frame, he never would've guessed reader would have it in them to be this way. Letting him orgasm in this position twice before doing it once missionary.

Johnny already an overstimulated little pup on stoic!reader's bed, crying from too much pleasure and was ready to give out, to fucked out to even help reader orgasm. But don't worry, reader already had a plan for that.

Stoic!Reader pushing Johnny's legs up, stroking the tip of his cock before guiding it into reader's hole making poor Johnny weep from overstimulation, pain and pleasure. Knees behind Johnny's ass while holding his legs up as reader fucks down onto him, closing in on their own orgasm and Johnny building up his, what? 5th? 7th orgasm? He doesn't know.

Neither of the two hearing the sound of multiple boots hitting the floor nearing reader's barracks. The door opening as both Johnny and Reader orgasms at the same time.

Johnny looks weakly at the other three with a smile, who stared at Stoic!Reader in shock, Reader's expression remains stoice but as their eyes trailing down the three men's body already seeing their growing bulge, stoic!reader gives a small smirk and removes themselves from Johnny (who totally didn't pass out).

Well shit. Price, Ghost and Gaz later on couldn't remember that reader smirked at them, nor did the four remember that reader pecked their foreheads as they all lay together, asleep, after being fucked and looked after by reader.

Stoic!reader who finishes changing, closes the door quietly letting their four boys sleep. Till next time.

#cod z #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw x reader #cod x you #modern warfare x reader #call of duty fanfiction #cod fanfic #johnny x y/n #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x reader sm #johnny x reader smut #call of duty smut #cod smut #x reader

[bigboysfalldeep]

The soccer stud—Marco

Since I can remember, I have always loved watching soccer. There was just something about pretty—sometimes bulky—men wearing skin-tight shirts, thin shorts, long socks, and those damn boots—especially in the rain with white gear. I was so happy when I got the job as an equipment manager for the local club.

I not only got to watch these handsome men play, but I was responsible for their sweaty, dirty, tight gear—a dream come true. It got even better when I met Marco, one of the club's star players. He was always so eager to play and to do what was best for the team, and most importantly to me, he looked so good wearing that black and yellow gear.

I knew I needed him to be mine and to obey me completely. That's when my other interest came into play: hypnosis, or conditioning, to be more precise.

It was just so much fun to play with a man's mind, especially the pretty ones—athletes—and men in uniform were the most exciting.

The training was about to begin in around 10 minutes. Most players were already on the pitch, waiting for the trainer. I prepared the equipment beforehand, so I could stroll through the stadium's tunnels, looking for my special one, Marco.

As I made my way toward my little office, I noticed that the locker room door was only ajar. That was interesting. I opened the door to find him standing in front of his locker, his back turned to me. Fuck, he looked so good wearing his gear; his ass especially looked fine in these black shorts.

Marco took a huge sip from his water bottle before he turned around. At first, he flinched, but once he realized it was me, he sighed.

"You scared me, dude." He chuckled while I smiled warmly.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to." I kept smiling when I noticed he was holding one of my special water bottles.

I filled these bottles with water—no ordinary water, a special mixture of herbs, and a low dose of drugs—to put people at ease and calm them down. I told him that those would boost his abilities to train and play in general. He was really into that idea.

"I hope you like it." I motioned for the bottle in his hand. Marco's eyes shifted between mine and the bottle before he smiled shyly.

"It's really good." He licked his lips, savoring the taste lingering inside his mouth.

It felt like he had had multiple drinks today already. He seemed to need more time to think and form coherent thoughts.

"Very good." I nodded, but I needed to check something else. "Did you manage to give my playlist a go? You know, the one I created for your gym sessions?"

Marco closed his eyes for a second, thinking about my question, before he bit his lower lip. "It's a good playlist." He said this, looking at me with his eyes barely open.

"Good." I nodded again. "Then this might work out."

Taking a deep breath, I placed a hand on his shoulder, touching his jersey. Touching him through it made me so happy.

He leaned into my gentle touch just enough to still keep eye contact with me.

When I started to stroke him, his collarbone, and further to his neck, he started to purr quietly while looking at me so happily.

"Very good boy." I growled. "You've been drinking a lot and enjoying the playlist, haven't you?"

Marco kept smiling, enjoying my soft strokes. "Yesss." He purred, and subconsciously, he started to stroke his own chest through his tight jersey.

"Listen. We don't have much time." I gently pulled him into me to whisper into his ear.

"You did so good, Marco." I breathed into his ear, causing him to let out a low guttural moan.

Both of us took several deep breaths.

Marco, because his week-long conditioning was slowly taking over. All those songs are intertwined with hidden messages, just barely noticeable when you know they're in there, telling him to obey and to do anything for his one true owner.

Me, on the other hand? I couldn't believe how well it was working! I was holding this beautiful soccer boy so close to my body—the feeling of his gear on my skin, the faint scent of him in my nose, and the staggering excitement building up inside my stomach—fucking good.

"I want you; I need you to be mine." My voice broke once at the simple thought of owning him and using him however I desired.

At the same time, I keep stroking his neck and collarbone while using my other hand to stroke his firm chest and tummy.

I always enjoyed the feeling of the jersey's fabric on my skin, so it made me so hard so fast, but touching him through the thin shirt made it even better. 

It was easy to tell that his body was reacting purely on instinct: his muscles tensed quickly and his breathing quickened slightly.

Marco's mind was working overtime, just to be flooded with the easiest command right now: listen and obey.

"You would like it to be owned, wouldn't you?" I whispered into his ear, causing him to moan in agreement with his barely hearable voice.

"Good boy." I kept stroking his tummy before I gave in to my curiosity.

While he melted more and more into me, I let my hand run even further down his body to feel his body through his tight shorts. It felt amazing: he was so hard, so big that I needed to confirm his size by looking down as well. His length was tenting visibly, straining the fabric of his shorts.

I made sure to make the most of this moment. I let my hands emcompass his entire form, from his thick pecs to his abs, back, ass, and thighs. It felt so good, and he was enjoying it as much as I was, for sure. Marco kept groaning, grunting, and purring while my hands felt every inch of his body react to the slightest touch.

I took another deep breath to regain my composure.

"Listen. Just keep drinking your water, keep working out with my playlist, and soon you will be ready." I said, running my hand up and down his ever-growing shaft.

He enjoyed himself so much, moaning quietly to himself.

"Give me a video call tonight." I steadied his head by his neck, forcing him to look into my eyes. His own were so pretty—unfocused, slightly sleepy—and their usual spark faded away. "At nine."

"Yes." He purred happily once more.

"And make sure to wear that beautiful kit of yours." I stroked his member twice, then went back to his firm chest and soft tummy.

"Mhmmm." He groaned.

"Now, it's time for training." I patted his pecs firmly. "Do your best."

Marco's eyes focused on mine while I was still stroking him. However, he didn't mind it at all.

"I will." He smiled again, and I watched him leave excitedly.

Training went well, but my whole body was just waiting for tonight.

And sure enough, right on time, my phone rang. It was Marco, and my heart started racing—it worked so well.

When I accepted the incoming call, I let out an audible moan, seeing his beautiful face through my screen.

His face was so pretty, and his eyes were searching for mine. Slightly unfocused, yet so vacant. He was wearing his entire kit, shoes, and all.

"Good boy." I said as I started to stroke myself through my shirt—god, this was exciting.

Marco's entire body reacted to my voice, and he started to smile derpily.

"I prepared a video for you, Marco." I shared my screen and opened a video I found years ago. A pretty little spiral to make him go under even further. "Just watch this; it will make you feel so much better."

"Okay." Marco nodded.

While he focused everything on the video, I started a screen recording. I was so excited to see what was actually happening—he should be conditioned to react to the spiral. I love these songs and knew the power of the hidden messages and the conditioning they contain, but the only thing I could do was wait and see.

The more he watched it, the deeper he went. His pretty eyes were glazed; a foggy gray consumed them as they rolled back into his head. Drooling, he got up from his chair so that his crotch was front and center.

And what a sight to behold! His member was even harder and bigger than before. His shorts were barely able to contain him, let alone conceal him.

Marco moaned loudly as he started to jerk off through his shorts. This caused me to do the same. My cock was pressing against my track pants, and I was leaking already—better than I had expected.

"Very good, boy." I growled into the microphone, causing him to groan and moan even louder. Feeling myself grow even bigger, I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.

Marco, on the other hand, wasn't done yet.

His hand slipped inside his tight shorts as he kept jerking off so fast, causing his body to twitch slightly. He touched himself, his ass lovingly as he moaned again, clearly enjoying this so much.

I could tell he was acting merely on conditioning, having experienced something similar before.

This caused me to shoot a load into my pants, widening the already wet patch considerably. I let out a low grunt as he did the same.

Marco's body stopped as he shot load after load into his shorts; much to my amusement, he kept jerking off.

Licking my lips, I watched him pull his sweaty, sticky cock out of his pants to fondle with it. 

He was so thick and so pretty—the perfect man.

As he kept stroking himself, I enjoyed the show. The spiral was still going, spinning and turning, until the video ended.

"You did so well, Marco." I said as he sat back down to look at me through the camera.

"Thank you." He smiled derpily.

"Make sure to keep this kit for me; I want it for myself." I chuckled, but he just purred in response.

"We will see each other on Thursday, okay?"

I watched his eyes focus slightly, and at first, I thought I screwed up. But instead, he smiled and pulled his shorts back up, completely unbothered by his stained clothes, his hard cock, or me talking to him through his phone.

"I hope so." Marco winked teasingly.

Then he ended the call and left me speechless—it couldn't have gone better.

#tf story #male hypno #male hypnosis #gay hypno story #gay hypno #gay hypnosis #male brainwash #male transformation #male domination #hypno story #male tf #tf hypno #soccer stud #soccer tf #athlete tf #Sports tf #soccer gear tf #celeb tf

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Last Twilight: Ep 12

The TL;DR of this post is just... Sincerely what the fuck?

I remember posting after Episode 1 that I was keeping a suspicious eye on the mention of the eye donation because while I do think in real life disabled people have the right to manage their disability any way they want to and would support someone's choice to get a cornea transplant, real life is not fiction and fiction is designed to pull messages and themes from. Episode 12 from almost it's first moments completely undermines two and a half month's worth of messaging about learning to accept a new reality. I don't think it is foolish of me to assume based on the set up of the first episode that Last Twilight was supposed to be an exploration of grief as told in conversation and parallel between someone who lost a loved one and someone who lost their vision.

If this story had continued in the way it started out the first half of this show, I honestly think it could have been a 10, those first few episodes I was enjoying so much I was worried it might knock out Moonlight Chicken as my favorite Aof offering. Now I have rated Last Twilight as a 3, I will never suggest it to anyone and I will never rewatch it. Why?

Because from a fictional narrative perspective, having Day gain his vision back at the end undermines the entirety of the show's messaging from the first 11 episodes. Every single lesson, every single message just absolutely obliterated by every moment of Episode 12.

Day getting his vision back right as he and Mhok get back undermines the narrative in the following ways:

Rewarding Day for managing to create a successful and happy life as a blind person (literally like "hey you graduated and ran a bookstore while blind! Congrats you get to be normal again!)

"Rewarding" Mhok by insuring that he never has to do any caregiving for Day going forward so we don't get any navigating or expectation of Mhok and Day being in a longterm inter-abled relationship

We eliminate all chances that the subject of pitying Day re-enters any future fights, meaning there is now zero risk for Day maintaining a relationship with someone he worries might infantilize or pity him

It absolves Night of any remaining guilt he may be carrying from thinking he caused the accident that made Day blind

It absolves Day of any remaining anger at Night thinking he caused the accident that made Day blind

Mhon's ableist fucking ass gets her "normal" son back the way she confided in Mhok she'd hoped for after the first failed cornea transplant

It undermines the theme of the in universe Last Twilight novel and the conversation that Day and Mhok have about Mee being turned in to a statue on the top of the mountain and how that was hopeful because her father had found a sight so beautiful he couldn't think of anywhere else Mee would need to see and instead turns the message essentially in to: "there is hope, you can be cured"

It dismantles their cute couple thing of the one palm distance which also makes the OST that they played all the fucking time completely irrelevant

And most importantly, it undermines all the growth that Day went through while processing his grief and the two, TWO separate occasions where he came to terms with his disability

And that's just the disregard for the narrative messages, giving Day his eyesight back is incredibly ableist in the case of this story because of certain ableist through-lines woven in to the entire show. Namely:

While Day is blind, there is no reciprocity of care. Mhok is always taking care of Day, I cannot think of a single instance where Day really took care of Mhok in a significant way. By focusing so much on Day, and abandoning any strong focus on Mhok's grief over losing his sister, Day is never given an opportunity to be a support system for Mhok. Which is fucking ableist. Disabled people have so many things to offer the world, and while they might have specific support needs that does not mean that they can't offer support in return.

Mhok doesn't introduce Day to his family at their graves until after Day has his vision restored, and it is only then that Mhok says he has someone to take care of him. Able-ist!

Day gets his vision back almost immediately after a conversation with his mother where she says he wants to be normal and the fight he had with Mhok is normal.

Handling the entire story this way, with the break up, and a three year time gap, and then Day having his vision restored literally hours after he and Mhok get back together does not allow for any exploration of Mhok and Day having to figure out the differences between Mhok being his caretaker and Mhok being his partner.

We shunted literally every part of Mhok's backstory completely to the side, which in and of itself is fucking ableist in my opinion because it implies that able bodied people who are caretakers for or who are in a relationship with a disabled person don't have any time for themselves, to deal with their own shit or to have their own needs because they are too busy taking care of a disabled person.

With this being, what, the first main character in a BL with blindness, you want to go for the cure route after acceptance? Like you are rewarding someone for their bravery of handling their disability instead of allowing the disabled person to remain happy and thriving in the life they have built for themselves while they continue to be blind?

I'm not blind, so forgive me if I am overstepping at any point here but in my opinion, if you want a narrative that gives Day back his eyesight, that story that not be written by a sighted person. You need blind writers, people with the lived experience having control over the story so the narrative is better able to navigate the complexity of a decision like that, to reverse a character's blindness. I just think blind people would be able to minimize how much returning someone's eyesight might come off as ableist in a story like this. Additionally going the cure route is not a choice I think anyone should be making with the first BL that focuses this heavily on blindness. This world is so fucking ableist, if you want to make a story with a disabled main character with how slim of pickings there are, it feels much more responsible and subversive to go a disability pride route.

And these are just the issues around disability in this show, I have problems with the classism in this show, I have problems with the absolute ridiculousness of Mhok and Day's breakup and their reunion. MHOK APOLOGIZES, MHOK THANKS DAY FOR BREAKING UP WITH HIM, DAY DOES NOT APOLOGIZE FOR BREAKING UP WITH MHOK OR BLOCKING HIM ON SOCIALS FOR THREE YEARS BECAUSE MHOK PITIED DAY ONE (1) TIME. I get not wanting to be pitied, I get it, but seriously it is so much less compelling to have Day just completely abandon Mhok after all of the positive experiences they've had together because he messed up once rather than reel himself back in and have an adult conversation about what happened and try to get back to a balanced state.

Anyway, fuck this show. I am so disappointed that this is Aof's last directed piece for who knows how long. He could have gone out with a bang after Moonlight Chicken and now I am just fucking thankful I won't have to see anything else from him for awhile.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #let me reiterate that real life is different than fiction #disabled people have all the right in the world to handle their disability and any associated treatments however they want #this is fiction #and fiction reaches a wide audience and therefore has a responsibility in its messaging #last twilight meta #last twilight analysis

[fandomfucker]

hey! I hope you are doing well.

I was wondering if you would like to write a rhea x femreader x Dominik? (reader is a very young wrestler) do you remember when Rhea told Dom if he doesn't get the title he doesn't have to come back? Dom and Reader both get scared that she really means this and comfort each other. When Rhea realizes that she has seriously scared both of them, she tries to get their trust back.

If you don't like it, it's no big deal. have a great day ! I really Love you're writtings!(ps. Its my First request for you) 💖

I went back and watched the episode for the exact dialogue and everything cause I'm insane. So, please enjoy

Word Count: 3,182

Reader’s POV

As a pretty new wrestler, I jumped at the chance to join the already established and successful team of The Judgment Day. It was definitely overwhelming at first but the blossoming relationship between Dominik Mysterio, Rhea Ripley, and me made me much more confident in myself and my abilities, knowing that they were all there to help me should I need it.

It was now Monday Night RAW and Rhea was finally back after having been gone for a little while after Nia Jax had injured her. And because of that, I was just itching to get into a fight with that bitch.

Damian, Dominik, and I all stood backstage waiting for Raw to start. Nia Jax and Shayna Baszler were going to kick off the night with a fight and I wanted to watch Nia get her ass kicked. But before the actual show had even started, we saw on the screen as Shayna and Nia began fighting just outside the entrance, nowhere even near the ring yet.

Nia dragged Shayna's jacket off of her, both dragging and pushing her toward the ring. Shayna clutched her arm in pain as Nia threw her into the ring before climbing in herself.

Despite me and Shayna not being friends, at all. I was still rooting for her to win over Nia. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? Even if they don't know that they're my enemy.

I started doing little happy claps to myself as Shyana got the upper hand and jumped onto Nia's back. Dominik was standing next to me icing his eye again and I could see him give me a soft smile out of the corner of my eye.

Nia managed to get Shayna off, screaming at a ref in the process and went to keep going when Raquel's music began to play and she was shown jogging up and into the ring.

I groaned in annoyance, locking eyes with Dominik who shared my grievances.

Raquel tried to attack Nia but missed and wound up hitting Shayna instead. Nia, seeing the open opportunity, kicked Raquel to the ground. She stood there with her two opponents on the ground and began to smile at the camera, oh so proud of herself.

And then Rhea's music started playing.

My eyes widened as I looked at Dom before turning around towards Damian. "Did you know she was here?"

Damian stalked over from where he was sitting on the couch behind us, a look of both confusion and anger swirled on his face, "No, I didn't."

I watched as my and Dominik's girlfriend ran down the walkway down to the ring. She slung herself up in the ring and immediately went after Nia Jax.

Raquel and Shayna were already out of the way so she started pummeling Nia.

Raquel pushed her off of Nia and they began to fight as Shayna got up and began to fight Nia again.

Rhea and Raquel fought to one side of the ring while Shayna and Nia were on the other.

Multiple security guards and a few referees ran out from backstage and attempted to get all the women off of each other and out of the ring.

The guards managed to pull apart Nia and Shayna but had to swarm Rhea and Raquel as they struggled to get them off of each other.

The guards now had Rhea in that corner with the other three women against the ropes across from her.

My eyes widened even further as I watched Rhea kick one of the refs in the face, Nia slipping out of the ring in the corner.

One of the guards holding Raquel started to make his way towards Rhea as everyone else left the ring. I continued watching in horror as Rhea grabbed the guard and riptided him, leaving him to shake in pain on the floor of the ring. "Holy shit," I breathed.

Dominik slung an arm over my shoulders, bringing me into his side as he stroked his hand up and down my shoulder in comfort. I fell into his side as he held me, resting my head against his chest as we watched our girl.

She was livid.

We watched in silence as Rhea continued to scream at the women outside the ring who were now making their way back to the gorilla.

Nia was dragged backstage by the security guards, meanwhile, Raquel and Shayna were trying to fight each other and Rhea continued screaming like a maniac.

The crowd started chanting 'Mami' which only fueled her. I could see her arm outstretched for a mic just before the camera cut to the announcers.

I wasn't listening to anything the announcers were saying as I looked up at Dom to see his reaction.

His jaw was clenched while his mouth was turned slightly in a small frown. I turned to glance at Damian, to see his expression solid and unreadable as stone.

Turning my attention back to the TV screen, I watched as the announcers kept speaking only to be interrupted mid-sentence by Rhea.

"Mami's back on Monday Night Raw," cue the cheers from the crowd, "And I'm not done yet, so I'm staying in this ring because I got somethin' else to handle."

Her Australian accent came out thick as she still struggled to even out her breathing, from both being so mad and from the little show she'd just put on.

"Judgment Day! Get out here. We need to talk."

My breathing stopped for a second, only starting back again when Dominik squeezed my shoulders from behind me, gently directing me towards the gorilla.

Damian was in front, with me and Dom flanking either side of him. He held one of his belts while the other was around his waist, his Money in the Bank Briefcase in the other hand.

Our song, The Other Side, began playing throughout the arena and we began our walk out.

I made sure to drop any and all expressions from my face, no matter what was going on between us, I still had a show to put on.

Faintly, I heard one of the announcers say "Mami is in a mood. Hell hath no fury like Rhea Ripley scorned."

The camera came in close on the belt around Dom's waist as we walked. I kept my head up and my eyes forward as I saw Rhea yelling at us from the ring the entire walk-in.

I followed behind Damian, in front of Dom up the metal stairs and up to the ring. Damian went in first and held the top rope up for me as Dom took Rhea's belt off before sitting on the middle rope for me.

I slipped in right as the cameras cut off. Standing slightly off to the side, Rhea and Damian glared at each other as Damian walked around to the other side of the ring. She turned back in my direction when Dominik grabbed her attention with a small "Mami", handing her her belt back.

She stalked over, grabbing the belt from him and then my arm, shoving the belt at me as she turned around, wordlessly demanding that I help her put it on.

I tapped her lower back, just above where the top of her belt lay to let her know I had finished securing it.

She turned around and gave me a small, secret, wink before turning back around and making her way to the middle of the ring.

I made my way back over to Dominik and he and I stood about a foot away from each other, facing Rhea in the center of the ring with our backs to the entrance.

Damian faced Rhea from the other side of the ring as our music played out and the noises of the crowd could be heard.

Rhea paced back and forth in the aisle between the two sides of JD members, saving whatever she had to say for the cameras.

The lighting soon changed to our signature purple hue, and the signal went off for us to know we were going back on air.

Rhea said something into the mic, addressing each of us in turn with an aggressive outward arm gesture, the crowd booing loudly when she said Dom's name and gestured to him.

"Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I have some Judgment Day business to attend." She looked between the three of us, ultimately starting her walk towards Dom.

"Now we all know, that there is no leader of the Judgment Day. Correct?" She turned and made her way toward Damian, "Correct?" And then made her way back to Dom and me.

No matter how many times it's said, Judgment Day does, in fact, have a leader, whether some of the members wanted to get their head out of their asses and admit it or not, there's only one person that every single person will listen to without question. And that's Rhea even if she herself denies it.

"But we each have our own responsibilities to handle." She spared a glare at Dom, softening slightly as she looked at me before focusing on Damian.

"Someone has to come up with a game plan so things don't go down for the Judgment Day. Right, Dom?" I shot a look over to Dom as Rhea addressed him, seeing him keep his eyes locked on the floor as he nodded his head quickly in agreement.

"Right. Correct.  So what happens? Mami gets taken out for two weeks by Nia Jax, and all of a sudden things start falling apart for the Judgment Day."

While she was gone, Dom had lost his title, Finn and Damian were now both hurt, and I had been taken out by Bayley on my way to the ring to fight Iyo Sky for her title and now still not yet medically cleared either.

"Because Mami is the one that makes the pla-plans." Her accent slipped up and she had to correct herself mid-word which I had to keep myself from laughing at. I'd for sure be bringing this up backstage.

"But at the end of the day, me being out, I left that responsibility to someone and they disappointed me. I left that responsibility to you, Priest." She spat, stalking right up to Damian. She stood right in front of him, making sure not to remove her focus from him as he uncomfortably looked away.

They stared at each other for a heartbeat more before Rhea brought the mic back up to her mouth. "I go and you can't handle the job."

Damian idly scratched his face nonchalantly, still refusing to look her in the face.

"After the brawl last week, Finn's out injured." She shoved her finger against his chest. "You can't even compete tonight against Jey because you're not medically cleared."

Damian looked down towards the side, a pissed-off smirk growing on his face as the crowd 'ooh'ed in response.

"And what else happens, Priest? What else happens?" Rhea outstretched her arm, gesturing towards both Dom and me. "Y/n gets hurt and Dom loses his NXT North American Championship to Trick Williams at No Mercy." At this the crowd began to cheer again, causing Rhea to outburst at them, "Shut up!"

"All because you weren't there to help him like I told you to. And now we have a Cody and Jey situation. They don't fear us Priest. You know why? Because there's tension here. Because we're not a threat to them. And you know what they're going to try and do? They're going to try and take your tag team championships away from you. What are you going to do, huh? You can't even do anything about it." The crowd cheered in response to her little speech.

Damian drew up the microphone, bringing it to his mouth, finally looking at Rhea. "With all due respect, Rhea, you're not saying anything I don't already know. Yeah, Cody and Jey are coming for the titles. But when push comes to shove, I will push harder. With that being said, screw Cody Rhodes. Screw Main Event Jey Uso. While we're at it, all these talks about the Judgment Day falling apart, screw that too." The crowd cheered.

"You know, the way I see it, I have my titles. I have my contract. I'm not trying to point fingers and start nothing but, Mami, where's Dom Dom's title?" Damian pointed towards Dom with his briefcase, and I saw Dom looking back at Damian like 'What the fuck man?'.

I couldn't see Rhea's face from where I was standing but I could see her body tense up before rolling her shoulders and slowly turning her head around. I caught a glimpse of the glare she sent his way and a shiver went down my spine. And not in a good way.

She actually looked pissed to high hell.

Fully turning her body around, she shot one last glare at Damian over her shoulder before stalking up to Dominik. I could hear the crowd chanting something unintelligible in the background as she made her way over.

"Dom, I'm your Mami, right?" Dom nodded his head in response.

"What does that make you? That makes you my Papi. So tomorrow night at NXT, you have a rematch against Trick Williams. You're welcome." She leaned into his face, inches apart, and put her finger under his chin to make him look at her when he turned his head.

"But if you don't come home to me with that championship, then don't bother coming home."

The crowd cheered and 'ooh'ed at her words. However, my breathing stopped short and the blood drained from my face. I did my best to keep the bored, neutral look on my face for the show as I darted a quick look over at Dominik to see him secretly scared shitless too as Rhea yelled in his face away from the mic, not letting me hear what was said.

Jey's music began to play and Rhea walked away from Dominik and over to me, gripping my arm and dragging me behind her as all of us from Judgment Day stood in a rough line on one side of the ring, now facing the gorilla as Jey made his entrance and hopped into the ring.

He paced in front of us for a second as the crowd continued to cheer and chant before he finally brought his mic up and began to address Rhea.

"Hey, hey. First and foremost, importantly, can we please welcome back Miss Rhea Ripley." He held onto the top rope, hanging off of it as his legs were crossed. "Hey. We missed you. We all miss you."

Rhea sneered at him from my right as Damian told him off from my left, "Take it easy over there."

Jey continued his monologue despite the mixed reactions, "Because it looked like there was a new tribal chief on Monday Night. And apparently, she has bigger balls than Roman Reigns ever did."

My eyebrows raised in surprise at the words that just came out of his mouth. This would undoubtedly cause issues but it was really not my problem.

The rest of my time in the ring was a blur as I was more focused on trying not to completely freak out over what Rhea told Dominik about not coming home at all. She seemed super serious about it and as a throuple I was terrified.

Rhea kinda just dragged me behind her the whole time the boys were fighting, keeping me behind her protective shield until our segment was up.

As a group, the four of us made our way back up the walkway and into the gorilla. I could feel the tears beginning to well up behind my eyes as we walked.

Once we made it back, Rhea stormed off God knows where with Damian following quickly after her. Dominik and I managed to make our way to the Judgment Day locker room before I broke down in tears, having to have Dominik hold me up.

He guided me over to the armchair on the far wall, taking a seat in front of me to better be eye level with me.

"I d-don't like her b-being mad at us." I hiccupped through my sobs to Dominik. He had both hands resting on my biceps and gently ran circles over them with his thumbs to try and calm me down some.

"I don't either, Cariño." Dominik soothed me.

I could see the worry in his own eyes and the tears forming. I stepped forward so I was standing between his legs and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, resting my cheek against his head as his arms came to snake around my waist.

We held onto each other tightly for what felt like hours but was realistically only minutes.

We paid no attention to anything that wasn't each other until the door opened, Rhea's worried face and frenzied breathing.

"There you two are, I've been looking all over for you." She sighed in relief as she came in, closing the door behind her.

I lifted my head from Dominik's and she stopped dead in her tracks seeing my red-rimmed eyes and wet cheeks.

Her gaze flitted to Dominik's face, seeing his face matching mine.

"What's wrong, my loves?" She asked gently, cautiously stepping towards us.

My arms tightened around Dom's shoulders in fear as she came closer.

Seeing this, she immediately stopped, a hurt look overcoming her face.

She held out her hands in a gesture of peace. "Y/n," she started cautiously, "What's wrong, Love?"

I sniffled before responding, my voice quiet and breaking, "You're gonna break us all up."

Her expression turned devastated. "No. No, no, no. Baby, that was all just for the show. I wasn't allowed to tell you guys because they wanted your authentic reactions. I'm so, so sorry." Her voice cracked as she tried to hold back her own tears.

Gingerly, I unwrapped Dominik's arms from my waist and walked over to Rhea. Hesitantly, I held my arms out to her.

She immediately ran into my open arms, rushing into me so fast she almost knocked me over. Taking a couple of steps back to steady us, I hugged her back tightly.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't real I swear, I didn't actually mean it." She croaked into my hair, her voice full of emotion.

I hugged her back tightly, sticking my face in her collarbone and breathing in her scent.

"Mami," Dominik spoke up from where he was sitting. Pulling away from me, Rhea turned to look at him, apologies swimming in her eyes.

He stood up slowly, never looking away from her. Rhea began to nervously pick at her nails, not saying a word. He made his way over to her and just fell into her arms. I could hear him crying into her shoulder in relief that it was all just for show as Rhea also sagged into him in relief that he trusted her. "It won't happen again, Dom, I swear."

I let them hug and cry it out by themselves until Rhea held out an arm for me to join the hug with them. I bounded over to them, squeezing myself between the two of them, holding onto Rhea as Dominik held onto me from behind and Rhea.

"You say 'plans' weird," I laugh-cried into Rhea's chest as I squeezed her mid-section tighter.

She chuckled into my hair, giving the top of my head a lingering kiss as she squeezed me in return.

#rhea ripley #the judgement day #wwe raw #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #tjd x reader #dominik mysterio #the judgement day x reader #the judgment day x reader #the judgment day wwe #the judgment day #dominik mysterio x reader

[harmlessghosty]

Saw the vamp!touchstarved character braunrote and I offer my opinions:

Vampire Vere would be ruthless before he really falls in love with reader. He's greedy and wouldn't think twice about draining someone. But tbh I think when he gets close/serious with reader he'd still be greedy and messy and shit but he'd drink readers blood like it's fine wine. He gets his main fix from other victims but really savours reader. Expect it to be extremely bloody tho, he likes it to look like a crime scene xD

Leander for sure tries to kinda hide it. Not hardcore, bit he tries not to tell EVERYONE. He won't go our of his way but also you wouldn't know by just looking at him. I also think he'd be hesitant to drink from his SO and would make it way romantic, or at least he'd try

Mhin would go out of their way to hide that their a vampire. Would NEVER EVER dream of drinking from a person. They and up having to do it but they won't be happy. Also if their SO asked for them to drink their blood Mhin would refuse 100 times before agreeing. Feels very bad that they actually enjoyed it.... Might have gone a bit overboard too (vere did find out and tease them to hell and back fs)

I don't have much on Ais and Kuras rn cause... Brain empty

VAMPIRE TOUCHSTARVED BRAINROT, LET’S GOOOO! I love love LOVE all of your headcanons. Absolutely love them.

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Vampire Vere would definitely not think twice about murder. MC would find him dabbing at his crimson lips with bloodstained, monogrammed handkerchiefs more often than not. And when he wants to feed from his beloved? It’s an entire show he puts on. They get a candlelit room, a nice hot meal, tons of fluffy pillows and blankets…the whole nine yards, before he leans so close, his breath runs across the nape of their neck. “You smell delightful,” he whispers, a firm kiss pressing to their skin. “I’m sure you don’t mind that I eat after all of this preparation I’ve done for you, hm?”

Leander DEFINITELY tries to hide it. There are rumors, of course, swirling around Eridia, but no one really knows what’s true and what’s not. Turns out, being a contracted killer really helps conceal his vampiric identity! He can easily do away with bodies and no one will ask questions. Why do criminals keep appearing with two holes in the same spot on their neck? Weird. Maybe someone should hire Leander to look into that and find the culprit…and of course, he’ll take MC along for the journey, which seems a bit more roundabout than it should be. If he needs to feed during the trip, then perhaps they’re a good source of sustenance. After all, does it matter if his beloved knows his secret? They won’t tell a soul unless they’re trying to get themselves mysteriously killed too…

Mhin would never drink from a person…unless they’re absolutely starving to death. Even then, I imagine it to be a moment of disgust with themself—retching and vomiting the first few times they feed, then admitting they need to drink blood for their survival and doing it as humanely as possible. They knock out their victims and only drink until the hunger has barely subsided. They choose spots beneath clothes where marks could be mistaken for bug bites. Mhin struggles to admit they like MC’s blood more than anyone else’s; they really wish they didn’t, but they can’t get enough of it, to the point that they find it difficult to sleep beside them at night without absentmindedly running their fangs along MC’s skin. They’re just so hungry around their partner. Maybe…just a little sip…

Ais is a voracious beast and doesn’t try to hide his vampiric nature even a little bit. Everyone knows he’s dangerous, and everyone avoids him like the plague. And naturally, Ais with Vere is…horrifying. There’s a lot of begging for him to give mercy and let them live, but he’s no fool. If he lets too many of his victims live, then surely people will find a way to gang up on him. While that’s an interesting proposition, he’s not sure he wants to fight a dozen weak-ass humans when he’d much rather fight someone of his own caliper; humans are just too pathetic. When he meets MC, he’s constantly teasing them with flashes of his long fangs. “Scared? Should be, little sparrow,” he says, scrubbing dried blood off of his knuckles. He even sneaks up to feed from them, thinking MC will just be another victim, but somehow becomes smitten with their taste instead. They should be savored. It’s much more satisfying tasting them on occasion than devouring them whole so quickly.

Kuras is meticulous. He’s very much prone to drawing blood through proper means and drinking it from simple testing tubes in shot-like doses. If a patient needs a transfusion or a blood test, he’ll simply take an extra vial or two as payment. Yes, he feels guilty at first, but he can’t allow himself to starve when he needs to help the people of Eridia as a consequence of his terrible past. When MC is discovered practically bled out and armless, he makes sure to put them back together and doesn’t take a sample, not even a little, but he strongly considers it. He even has to wipe drool from his lips because they simply smell so strongly of beautiful blood. When they get closer to him and realize his true nature, he offers little more than a calm smile. “Would you like to sustain me as well, or do you prefer our current partnership instead?”

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #touchstarved vere #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved leander #touchstarved kuras #kuras #vere #leander #mhin #ais #vampires #ghosty’s asks #ghostywrites #touchstarved headcanons

[fookingmuffins]

James Potter A-Z Fluff Alphabet

Credits to imagineimagineimagine

I saw someone do this as prompts the other day and figured it would be something fun to try to get rid of my writer's block, but I'm gonna just answer something short for each letter. This was supposed to be published on the 31st of october but i forgot so sorry. But lets celebrate that i only need to turn in two more assignments for school and i go on break so yayy.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Physically: They love your lips they constantly just stare at them and he just loves kissing them. At first you would be intimidated when he did this while you guys talked but now you like to tease him about it. He also loves how tiny you are compared to him and how you seem to fit perfectly into his arms.

Mentally: You are stubborn and he just loves it so much he loves that when you set your mind to something you push until you get it.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

James Potter absolutely wants a family, the bigger, the better. This could mean kids if you want that, but if not, he's happy with as many dogs and cats as you two could possibly adopt.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

When cuddling, this man will basically get on top of you like if he was a weighted blanket and lay his head on your chest, so you can play with his hair. But he also likes when you do the same and just talk to each other about everything and nothing, or read.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

James is ready to tight the knot as soon as you guys graduate Hogwarts, but if you don't want the whole wedding deal, he'll still want the two of you to live together as soon as possible. I think he would definitely be the one to want to build a house or renovate one with you and just make every room special.

E = Emotion (Are they open with their emotions? )

I think with you James is pretty open most times but sometimes (and specially at the beginning of the relationship) he doesn't want you to worry and will just shut you out, but if you try to talk to him, he will open up.

F = Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)

James claims he was falling in love the moment you guys talked, and you think it's a joke, but it's not. One smile from you and this man was thinking about a whole future with you. (James is delulu like us) But actual completely in love would probably have to be one time when the two of you were talking in the astronomy tower, and he was just watching you ramble about something you are passionate about and just knew there was no way back.

G = Gifts (Giving and receiving gifts)

James loves to buy you anything you could possibly like. Trips to Hogsmeade always leave you with loads of sweets and stuff he saw and reminded him of you, even when you don't go with him. If you are into making any craft or type of art and give hims something you made with your own hands, this man will never shut up about it and all of Hogwarts will know about how talented you are.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

James is an open book most times, but when he has a problem, he doesn't like worrying others and tries to deal with it on his own.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

This man will cause a scene if someone else did it, they are dead and no one can cross him. If you got hurt on your own, he will berate you about being more careful and keep an eye on you for at least a week so that it doesn't happen again. (he will still laugh his little ass off if you trip, tho.)

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

He will definitely get jealous, but not in a toxic way, just in the getting touchy and showing everyone he's your boyfriend kind of way.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

This man is passionate, and he LOVES your lips, so yeah, sometimes get a bit heated. But he loves kissing your head and forehead, probably because it's the closest things to him. He also loves to attack you by taking your face in his hands and kissing you all over.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I think you did. Not cause James didn't know he loved you, but I think even he realized how quick he fell for you and was scared to scare you away, so he tried to hold back as much as possible but when you finally told him he was over the moon. I think you told him in one of those moments when you don't even think, and you just feel it, so strongly it spills out so you momentarily panic, but he immediately got the biggest smile and told you back.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

Obviously, when you agreed to go out with him and the first time, you said I love you. But also the time you helped him and the marauders pull a prank and somehow managed to talk Filch into believing it hadn't been you guy who did it.

N = Nightmare (What are they afraid of?)

James is terrified of losing you. Sure he may seem loud and happy but this man is terrified of you leaving him. One time you were trying to surprise him with tickets to the Quidditch cup, so you were kind of avoiding him and Remus and Sirius had to go looking for you cause this man was a mess thinking you were done with him.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

My man's is veryyyy obvious when he's in love. Maybe when he first started liking you, he was a bit shy and scared. But he quickly grew confident, and he will gladly show everyone how he is so in love with you because he just feels so lucky.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, love and I don't know, but I just feel like he might call you angel. I don't think he ever calls you by your actual name, a nickname is the closes you'll be to that.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He is down for everything he actually wants to spend most of his time hanging out with you (when I tell you this man SUFFERS during the time away from Hogwarts) but he also loves learning about your hobbies and tries to learn them but if he's not good at it, he will still enjoy keeping you company while you do them.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day, you guys usually pull some pranks around the castle with the other marauders. But he also enjoys invading the kitchen elves and attempting to cook something with you until you two are kicked out and banned for almost burning down the kitchen. He enjoys quiet reading time in one of your dorms and dancing to your favorite songs.

S = Support (Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

This man will encourage you to no end, he believes you could do anything. They are constantly cheering you on and helping you study when you have a test. If one day you throw out a random idea about opening a business or something like that, this man will immediately buy anything you need to start said business.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

longer than he would of liked but you were oblivious at first and then skeptical of his true intentions. You truly made him work for it but he doesnt regret it one bit.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He would try his hardest to be the most understanding but he did grow up as a rich spoiled only child and his parents did their best and hes an amazing person for it hes just not always consious that not everyone grew up the same. Or that things outside from his bubble are different. However hes willing to learn and he will never make you feel bad for how you feel and will be there by your side to deal with whatever may come.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

To him the relationship means everything he would risk it all and leave it all behind. He truly envisions a future with you and hes willing to put the work for it.

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

I think he would be ready very soon however I want to say he would wait for a littlebit after you two graduated from hogwarts and settled because he wants to give you the best life possible with his effort and not just his parents money. I think he would also be down to travel a little with you before popping the question.

As for how he proposes i think he would plan something big but just the two of you and maybe some of your friends there to help set up. Or maybe something where both of your families and friends are there ( I personally would hate someone other than my SO and I being there but i feel like he would like that sooo)

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

He's affectionate in public and in private this man does not care i feel like touch is one of his love languages but if you are not into PDA he'll understand and try to stick to only hand holding or small lingering touches.

You know the hand flex? Yeah that was James Potter the first time you two touched before you two got together.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

This man is dramatic when he's away from you even if it's just an hour (I feel like James is sometimes dramatic for shits and giggles and then people actually believe him), this man acts like it's been ages and most times someone will have to just call you so he stops mopping around. (One time when school was off it hadn't even been a full day and Euphemia had to come look for you and ask your parents for permission so you could spend a few days with them, so James would stop complaining.) If it's absolutely impossible for one of you to visit the other, the amount of letters that the two of you send each other is insane (think about texting but with letters.) your poor owls deserve better. sksk.

Z = Zen (What makes them feel calm?)

You.

Literally, the thought of just being with you makes James feel calm, he wants the quiet mornings and the late night pillow talks with you. Just whatever life might throw at you two, but if he's by your side, he's confident everything will be alright.

#james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff #marauders #fluff alphabet #marauders fic #marauders era

[missuswalker]

love languages with stan's gang + butters !

✮ summary: going through the boys' love languages, giving and receiving ✮ warnings: suggestive themes (i bet you can guess who caused this) and mentions of vomit

kyle broflovski

giving ok, hear me out. kyle would love to spoil you. LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN. he's always so worried about what people think of him, and in his head, by giving you gifts, he thinks he's winning you over. it doesn't have to be anything big, it can be something small, like a leaf he found on the sidewalk that kinda looks like a heart. his favorite thing to buy you, though, is clothes. that way if someone compliments what you're wearing, he can be all like, "yeah, i picked that out. i bought that, that was me." another thought i'm having is that in front of everyone he'd be all like "lol ugly" but then IMMEDIATELY would text you to tell you how beautiful you are and that he was just kidding.

receiving

physical touch. period. he loves when you wrap your arms around his, he likes to show you off. not big on pda, but will try to get you to kiss him in front of kenny to show that you're his and his only. also words of affirmation, please tell him that you like his hair and that you think hanukkah is interesting.

stan marsh

giving

soooo big on quality time. constantly asking to hang out. meh on dates, he'll take you out every once in a while, but prefers to stay in his room. idk, he just likes staring at you silently while you're on your phone in the comfort of his own home. doesn't like when you talk to randy though, it annoys him. he's also very into physical touch for the same reason as kyle. to show you off. GUYS DON'T WORRY, HE WON'T THROW UP ON YOU (maybe)

recieving guys. ACTS. OF. SERVICE. brush out his emo, crusty ass hair after he gets drunk and vomits everywhere, or run him a bath after he spends to much time with randy. he will love you so, so much. do his skin care please. "no, i don't want that shit on my face, that's gay." bullshit. he wants you to do it so bad. do it. he's pretending to hate it so if cartman finds out, he can claim he was forced into it. adding words of affirmation again, it just makes him happy.

kenny mccormick

giving

do i even have to go over this? i will anyways. buying you cars 🤭😻. i'm kidding, obviously. he would if he could. but it's physical touch. very happy to have a hand on your thigh. or your ass. he loves having an arm around your shoulder or your waist when he can't hug you. this idiot always has to be touching you. he also likes quality time. when he's not working, he's touching all your shit in your room while you tell him about your day. (don't mention another guy unless you want to be aesthetically pounded 🥰)

recieving

ok, let me explain this. receiving gifts FOR HIS FAMILY. he'll feel guilty if you get him something only he can use. buy karen a new doll and he'll be on his knees. (or you'll be on yours) anyways, he likes physical touch too. obviously. he takes what he can get, he doesn't prefer one love language over another.

eric cartman

giving

very physical touch oriented. holding your hand, making out, hitting you, you know. NOT LIKE, WHERE IT'S PAINFUL. well... sometimes it hurts a little. he's not literally abusive in this au guys 😻 he matured 00000.2 precent. he's not much of anything else, maybe quality time. he likes making out with you in front of kyle. i don't really need to explain that, i don't think.

recieving

likes getting gifts. if you give him something small, like a flower, he'll act like he hates it, but keeps it in his toothbrush holder. you know, the cups where you put your toothbrush. he tries to fix his act and be appreciative sometimes. he also likes words of affirmation. "carty poo you're so muscular 😻😻" jk, but compliment him, like, twice a week.

butters stotch

giving

physical touch is his favorite. doesn't care if he gets grounded for holding your hand at the dinner table, he'll do it anyways. surprisingly, he's eh on cuddling, just because his arm falls asleep from staying too still, but likes to be touching you if you're sleeping next to each other. his back against yours, you putting your face into the crook of his neck. you know, the good stuff. he also loves complimenting you! he thinks you deserve to know how beautiful, funny, and smart you are.

receiving

words of affirmation, words of affirmation, words of affirmation. "you're so pretty, butters" "oh, geez, that's too sweet." gets very smiley. pleaseeeeeeeee tell him how much you love him. he also likes when you scratch his head and, like, mess with his hair. he also likes when you put your head in his lap, idk why but it makes him feel very brave and strong.

a/n: i have no idea what to write, help

#kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #butters stotch #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #eric cartman x reader #butters stotch x reader #south park headcanons #please tell me what to write #i love them

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I’m so obsessed with your smutty Jamie thoughts… like they’ve consumed all my brain space if you wanted to share some more (specifically those switch/sub ideas you’ve mentioned before hehehehe)

hii you are so cute, of course it's sub!jamie time.. sorry it takes me a min to reply to requests but i always love getting them, like damn yall wanna hear MY thoughts?? why??

anyways i ended up crying whilst searching for a gif...seeing him too sad makes me cry bc he doesn't deserve it OR seeing him really happy makes me cry bc he deserves it so much... i am a mess but i am soft for jamie tartt, my babyboy

oh my fucking god, my mind is filled with filth of sub!jamie

he's an excitable puppy; it's not surprising he'd be a cute lil sub, and everything jamie does, he does well

the man tries so hard in the things that matter, and he craves your praise

first fucking thing about having this subby boy would be giving him all the praise. I physically cannot fathom anything else?? petnames too!! "that's it, sweetheart" "good boy" "babyboy" "mm, you're my perfect baby, yea?" "so fucking good for me"

((my mind is racing all over the place rn so this is incoherent))

he calls you baby most likely, maybe even ma'am - "yes, mam" "please, babeh" (in his accent)

he follows instructions so well cause he wants to please you!!

WHIMPERS. oh god, my baby whimpers

he also POUTS. he's so fucking pouty and whiney with everything, but he still follows instructions. maybe he'd be bratty here and there, but you threatening him with, "you really don't wanna cum tonight, huh" or "i should stop touching you right now" makes him act right cause he needs your touch. he's craving it.

he'd be all desperate, eyes widening in panic as you start to pull away, "no! please! 'm sorreh!!"

i see him sitting up on the bed naked, back against the headboard, and you're just beside him, kissing him and sliding your hands down his chest

you're sucking on his neck and teasing his nipples, and he just groans, hand gripping your knee. you stop and slap his hand away, causing him to pout

"no hands, baby. keep 'em by your side, no touching unless i say so", you instruct. cause you know, and he knows it's harder for him to keep his hands at bay through self-control compared to restraints, but frankly, you don't care what he prefers cause he's bound to listen regardless

he whines in response, and you shoot him a look so he sheepishly corrects himself, "yes mam," and the pleased smile you give him has his chest feeling warm and his stomach a lil giddy

you continue kissing all over his face, jaw, neck. peppering kisses and praises that he EATS UP... it goes straight to his dick. "so pretty" "my handsome boy" "gorgeous"

you shift further down his body and get him to lay down on the pillow, sucking on his nipples and stroking his dick

all he can do is whine. his jaw is tense from trying to keep his hands by his side, and he tries to focus on breathing, but when you moan around his nipple and lazily half-stroke his dick, his focus is fucked

you start kissing down his stomach, and poor boy is already leaking some precum

"so eager, baby? for who?" "y-you" "hmm, why?" you ask as your thumb spreads his precum around the head of his dick, teasing his slit and causing him to hiss

"w-want you, babeh. please." "i dunno...are you gonna be good?" "so good, i'll be a good boy," he says with urgency in his voice

you straddle his chest so your ass is practically in his face. he can practically smell you... god, he wants a taste, but he can't quite reach, and he fucking hates it.

he settles for moving his head to the side, gently kissing your thighs. the kisses make you groan softly, and he can feel your hot exhale on his dick, involuntarily causing him to whine and thrust upwards

you just coo, "awe my needy baby," before licking the head of his dick.. his breath hitches

you start going down on him, providing the sloppiest head paired with "taste so good, babyboy" "all mine, right?" "lemme hear you, angel"

he ends up moaning and whining louder as you get so into it

your body is moving with you, and i bet your pussy ends up bumping his nose once or twice, so he just feels your wetness on his face

he wants to devour you so fucking bad, but you said no touching and the thought of you stopping what you're doing right now has him too scared to risk it

his hand comes up to grip the pillow. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he's whimpering, "c-close, 'm cl-close"

and then you just stop. suddenly his dick feels very wet and very cold from the absence of your mouth. he wants to cry

he gives out a teary plead, "noo", and you give a hoarse reply "do good boys complain?" "b-but i-" "answer me, baby. do they complain?" and you get a quiet but obedient "no."

"are you a good boy for me?" "..yes mam", and you kiss his thighs as he pouts from you edging him

there's a beat of silence as you're caressing/kissing his thighs before you say, "d'you wanna taste?" shaking your hips in his face, and though you can't see it, his eyes light up, and he's nodding eagerly

"yes! lemme taste, please" he sounds so eager, it makes you chuckle. he blushes at the way he sounds so desperate for you; he's kinda thankful you can't see his face

"make me cum, yea? then i'll consider letting you finish. got that, angel?"

he's wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto his face before you hear a muffled "yes, mam"

he'd eat you out with such fucking devotion. entire face dripping with your wetness. moaning into your pussy. honestly, he'd be so into it, slurping and lapping you up. his dick is leaking precum again.

you give him so much praise!! "god, you're so cute" "just like that baby" "good boy, fuck- that's it, eat me out" "so perfect darling, my darlin boy" "use that tongue"

i could go on and on... this is too long already, and we haven't touched on sex position, but that'll be next time,,,,,, AFTERCARE

okay aftercare!! he's super clingy, so you can't leave the room for too long, or he'll start calling out for you all pouty

you'd clean him up, maybe run a shower, but you'd be the one washing off his body and drying him off

i see him as being tired and cuddly too

you'd be caressing his cheek and kissing his forehead and he'd look up at you with sleepy, big eyes (maybe like the gif) and ask, "did i do good?"

and you're like "so good, angel!! so good. you were the best for me" "always the best for me, you're perfect baby", and he just beams up at you, snuggling into your chest further

"i love you so much, love", you say playing with his hair and kissing his head. he's tracing patterns on an exposed part of your torso where your shirt's ridden up

he gives you a tired but soft "i love you more"

you grin noticing how he's slowing down his fingers as his body feels heavier against you, "i love you the most" and he's drifted off against you

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt smut #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt #sub!jamie #he's so cute #i hope this is alright! #if it sucks don't tell me #if its good then tell me #much like jamie #i too have a praise kink

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GOD I am a slut for an entire yandere spider society; like not all romantic, and clearly Miguel being the alpha romance, but can you imagine?

Like your prompt where readers dopple was causing issues the way yandere society would react? Trying to find you, bring you home? A mile morales level chase lmao

Miguel: --and that concludes today's meeting on the recent anomalies. Now, are there any matters any members would like to present before we adjourn?

some rando running up the the stage with a bunch of materials: I've got one, I've got one!

Rando: *sets up a whole ass projector and suddenly a picture of your smiling face is up on the wall*

Rando: this is just a really good photo I got of them when we were hanging out the other day :) I thought they looked super cute and they said they were feeling happy

The crowd: *resounding 'ooo's and 'ah's*

Miguel, nodding in approval: excellent, agent OBT, keep up the good work

Absolutely obsessed with the idea that YouTwo was only able to basically steal your entire identity because the Society is so infatuated with you that any weird changes in your behavior are completely brushed off because they already like you so much that you'd have to do something like super outrageous and hurtful for them to like, really start getting suspicious. You're getting extremely depressed because you think you're being replaced by this impersonator when, in truth, the only reason everyone seems to instantly like them is because they literally look and sound exactly like you, and the SECOND it comes out that that ISNT you? Well. I mean. It's an entire society of Spiderpeople from across the multiverse. There's definitely at least ONE murderer who's going to 'take care of them' or at the very least they're kicked out of Nueva York and never allowed to travel the multiverse ever again

Like. I just. Cannot even imagine like. On one hand you think they would be so obsessed and observant kf you that they immediately know when theyre speaking to you or your double, i'm sure SOME people are suspicious, but, the idea of them just being so crazy for you "oh gosh yesterday I hung out with Reader and they kicked a puppy for getting dirt on them and the next day when I asked them about it they started crying about 'why is everyone accusing me of shit I didn't do' and said they hadn't hung out with me in weeks. They must just be really stressed from work, you know they push themselves so hard, we should tell Miguel to give them some PTO :(" like they would basically be willing to make excuses for almost anything you do because "oh that's just Reader aren't they great 🥰 they're a lil quirky sometimes but we love them"

YouTwo would honestly be such a nasty little manipulator and genuine threat to your safety because once they realize holy shit they really could have ANYTHING, they dont want to give that up. Imagine you start having situations like, oh your double accidentally bumps passed you so hard it knocks you over and basically no one reacts because they thought YOU were the extra. Things randomly falling on you from higher levels. Them pretending to be you and "creating scenes" in public where you're getting publicly berated. They start fake crying and saying you're being mean to them and suddenly you're being asked to leave?

It's this vicious back and forth of them treating you well and like they normally do and then suddenly treating you awful and you don't even realize it's because that two faced POS is literally stealing your costume or mask and any other personal effects to impersonate you. I can only imagine the PANDEMONIUM when they realize you're GONE gone or even worse, started becoming suicidal. I keep thinking back to my idea of Reader needing to wear one of their dimensional watches to help keep them tethered down so they don't glitch out and potentially taking it off and it just makes them blink somewhere else instead of, like, die. And, like, there's just some public incident where a bunch of them become aware Oh Shit You're Not Doing Good.

Like. I have a draft started and I started getting down like a specific scene I couldn't get out of my head. Reader is needing to be needed and the Society has this project where they're trying to make a big large scaled elevator sort of platform for like, older and disabled Spiders so they don't all have to swing everywhere and can still be included, and just for Spiders who may be tires after a long day and don't want to swing and climb, and there's some massive incident where it's starting to break apart spring construction of you rush to help because you NEED to be helpful again, you NEED to feel like you matter, and everyone is trying to band together to keep all this debri and rubble from falling below and you're literally like, have one arm hanging on to a tether and your other arm holding up this massive like bus sized piece of the elevator shaft that had started to fall. And people are literally screaming at you to just let it drop, but you're saying they have no idea if everyone below was evacuated, and this elevator is so important, everyone's been working so hard, you can't just let it break, even as trying to hold it up is practically tearing you in half

You manage to create a calculated array of webs that supports it from completely falling but some falling pieces and rubble still break apart and you're so worn down that you just knocked off a platform and fall, landing hard and even having shit fall on top of you. You're just pinned by a massive piece of concrete and you're too exhausted from pushing yourself to hard for the last few weeks that you can't lift it off. You smacked different surfaces on the way down and somehow your bracelet came off and you're glitching. You can see the bracelet caught on a piece of rebar thats far away but close enough to grab if you shoot a web. But. Suddenly you cant find the motivation to. The rescue team and other Spiders and most important Miguel finally arrive on the scene to find you basically about to completely fade away or teleport or whatever and everyone is freaking out, trying to pick through the debris for the watch, lifting the construction materials off of your body (but I imagine you probably broke something, fractured a femur or something similar) and Miguel notices you keep glancing behind him, but. He doesn't miss how resigned you look, how tired and deflated you sound as you ask if the elevator is ok to which almost everyone responds hey yo FUCK the elevator you're about to like DIE??? And you just. Kind of laugh and say "at least i helped and did at least one good thing in my life" which freaks them all out, and eventually Miguel turns around to look where you keep glancing at and sees the bracelet just in time and his heart breaks as he realizes, holy shit you could see it was hanging there but just. Wasn't going to tell them. You were just going to die.

But hey, only he really makes that realization and you only have to deal with him having that knowledge, right? Wrong. He goes to put it back on you and countless Spiders can see and hear as you shake your head and close your eyes and whimper "just let me go. I don't belong here"

So now basically EVERYONE knows AND now you're straight up in a fucking wheelchair and Miguel tells you, obviously you'll be having no more work until you're completely healed up, and even though that's to help you it actually makes you more upset because like, imagine they give your job to your double. So now, in your mind, you have no reason to be here. You feel like you're completely alone and now your "purpose" is gone and you're BEGGING HIM not to do this to you, that you can still do SOMETHING, and this man is looking at you literally injured in a wheelchair being, by no exaggeration, HYSTERICAL, and thinks "yeah no, poor Reader DEFINITELY needs a break, obviously being so obsessed with being useful isn't healthy, a break from their responsibilities will help them rest" and, like, kind of true but it also just makes you feel so much worse

I imagine YouTwo would HATE you being in the wheelchair too because now people can definitively tell the two of you apart and the imposter can't suck up all the perks of you being the local darling and they're even angrier than before because YT is like "wow so even after all this time, I still don't compare" and vows to basically fucking kill you (and hey maybe they were even behind the elevator collapsing?)

But you finally decide you can't take it anymore once you're out of the chair, those constantly watching eyes and people hanging around you --which really is the whole yandere thing but also them wanting to keep an eye on you so you dont get hurt-- you interpret it as them thinking you're stupid and incompetent and I imagine you just kind of. Blow up. Get triggered. Reach your breaking point. You had just been insisting that you do a certain task alone or visit a certain place by yourself without having an extra shadow or two or twelve and you're just, you've had it, your stress from EVERYTHING is coming out in this moment and you're just SCREAMING, "Leave me alone, just give me some FUCKING SPACE" and you just TAKE OFF and that's when we get a massive chase. Obviously given that they're you know yandere and you're so extremely upset and have had mental health issues they IMMEDIATELY take after you and someone is phoning Miguel and at some point you're literally like, swinging in between traffic to try and lose your pursuers and you can hear Miguel behind you and it's just unlocking this insane sense of fear and panic and fight or flight inside of you. They're making it so much worse by chasing you and in THEIR minds they're just worried about you and think you're just having a panic attack? Which you are but like, from your perspective, you're literally being smothered and you ask for some time alone and now you're being hunted down and now you're just upset and panicking

You have to be literally tackled and at this point you're just getting angry and belligerent. Some rando is like "Reader this isn't you, we had so much fun last week at the mall when I bought you all that stuff" nd you're just like "I don't even know who you are, what the fuck are you talking about, ove barely left home in the last 3 months except for work" and suddenly so many people are popping up in the crowd,

"Wait so it wasn't you I leant 50 bucks to last Tuesday?"

"No!"

"But you and I went out to the mall yesterday?"

"You mean when I was sleeping at home all day?"

"Weren't you with us when we stole a bunch of stuff from the British Musuem with Pavitr?"

"Who the FUCK is Pavitr?!"

Everyone starts absolutely freaking the fuck out and clamoring amongst themselves, comparing stories, and they quickly realize, oh holy shit they've actually barely seen you around for months, almost NO ONE has actually spent time with the real you. Your doppelganger was so efficient and on their toes at never getting caught that the Society never even realized you were basically gone and now they're all kicking themselves as you lay there crying "you guys didn't even notice I was gone? You can't even tell us apart?"

Miguel calls for an emergency meeting with every Spider in the super secret We Love Reader club as everyone irons out their stories and gives their personal accounts while Miguel reviews it with security footage and they start to fully grasp just how BADLY this-this IMPOSTER has-has-has DEFILED their bonds with you and drove you into isolation and self doubt and they're all raving, lynch mob mad. And obviously unless they're like, completely out of their minds, they can't KILL your faker, but, like.... they can beat them half to death though. Like could you imagine that some of these Spiders have been deadass giving like really significant meaningful gifts they intended to you and it was given to A STRANGER? Some Peter Parker finds out, oh shit he gave that old token from Uncle Ben to THEM, not YOU? So many of them confronting the faker and finding out they've just been stealing tons of gifts and money and favors and shit and they've GOTTEN RID OF some of the things that were meant for YOU. These are some seriously pissed off stalkers at this point.

But Jesus. The absolute mayhem if they didn't find all of this out until you've already snuck off to a normal, Spider free section of Nueva York or another dimension entirely and you've just been GONE. Their guilt and realization that they drove you away amd you left to never have to see any of them. You're just like trying to live a normal life in an apartment somewhere and suddenly at least 5 costumed pursuers are suddenly in your living room with Miguel checking you all over and making sure you're not hurt anywhere, hell maybe he even finds self harm cuts, some new, some clesrly older, and they make it abundantly clear that you're NOT staying here by yourself. You're coming back to the Society HQ in Nueva York and you're getting an even better (and bugged) apartment than you had before and they're gonna make sure they pay more attention yo you this time, right? No more crazy stunts, and definitely no more trying to leave.

Ok. Ok I know this post is getting long but I have one last bit. What if the alternative to YouTwo getting exposed and them having to come after you is, YouTwo actually manages to "switch your places" or something, maybe they even switch their costume wirh yours while stealing yours so you're walking around dressed as them, looking for them to get your costume back, and suddenly you're being confront by Miguel and a ton of other Spiders because that evil little rat ran to them fake crying saying that "the other me impersonating me" and, you're kind of being deliberately trapped in a scenario where you look kind of guilty. Like imagine YouTwo is escorted away and suddenly Miguel and the rest are being rude to you and when you try to tell O'Hara "I'm not lying, I'm the REAL--" and he just slaps you and tells you to leave the city and never come back, and AFTER they treated you so deliberately terribly, THAT'S when they realize what happened

I'm definitely not like hyperfixating on these guys and this concept and Spider Reader stuff, what, that's crazy lmao

#atsv #yandere spiderverse #yandere x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere stuff #sinprompts