#give us more overpowered black girls

[black-is-beautiful18]

Bree can be overpowered and imma stand right beside her. She deserves it. It’s also not like she immediately knew how to use them. No. Just like Percy Jackson, which happens to be one of her fav series, she discovers her powers and learns how they work along the way. In BloodMarked she’s STILL figuring out how they work, so to act as if she always knew she had powers and how to work when she didn’t is stupid. We deserve more overpowered Black characters especially when they’re Black girls.

#legendborn #bree matthews #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #give us more overpowered black girls #unique writes

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. trying to get your cold boyfriend to crack a smile !

tags. toji fushiguro x female reader. fluff, suggestive at the end. reader gets called ‘girl, doll (face)’

“you should smile some more,” you comment unexpectedly as the television runs in the background. toji raises an eyebrow, amused yet curious at the way you interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

your sluggish lover looks down at you as you sit up on his lap. his arms loosen up around your waist, though his manly hands don’t leave their favorite spot—your ass. toji gives it a squeeze, huffing at the way you’re blocking his sight with your head, “what ‘re ya on, girl?”

he figures it’s just you trying to strike up a silly little conversation again, for the sake of entertainment. he tilts his head to the side so he could continue watching the show playing on the big screen.

your hands come to cup his face. your palms are actively being prickled by his stubble, the man not having bothered to shave this morning. not that you’re complaining. you love it when toji leaves that stubble on his face. it gives him a more manly look.

“smileeeee,” you exclaim and use both your index fingers to turn the corners of his mouth upwards. his lips are morphed into an awkward, forced smile that makes you frown.

you secretly hoped that toji would go along with your request, but he doesn’t. that same expressionless face stares right back at you. his ‘smile’ instantly disappears the moment you drop your hands to your sides.

the black-haired man runs his fingers up your waist. and arms. he eventually pinches your cheeks for a second, properly positioning your body so he could watch the television in peace. toji places his chin on your shoulder, half lidded eyes lazily following the people on screen.

“i wanna see you smile again, c’mon,” you whine and try to push toji’s head back, but he stubbornly refuses. he easily overpowers you and pins your wrists down against your sides, nearly crushing you in a ‘hug’.

he takes a deep breath and sniffs your perfume. he places a quick kiss on your throat, thinking it’d pacify you for now.

“i would if y’ could make me laugh, doll,” toji answers in a gruff voice. he falls silent again as he’s too focused on the show playing.

you frown at his comment and can’t help but feel slightly offended. you roll your eyes and push back from toji’s tight embrace, if that’s what you can even call it. you pout and cross your arms over your chest. you stare at him, his green eyes glancing back at you for a second.

seeing you get all sulky because of what’s supposed to have been a lighthearted comment, is adorable. though toji doesn’t say that stuff out loud.

“you’re saying i’m not funny?” you ask. it’s more of a rhetorical question. your partner shrugs and yawns, one hand of his sneakily slipping under your shirt. his meaty fingers glide up to your bra, tracing the outline.

it’s another action of his in attempt to distract your mind from this entire conversation. however, it fails as you swat his hand away. toji clicks his tongue and gently swats you back— resulting into a mini fight between the two of you.

your slaps against his biceps may seem hard to you, but to the bulky man they’re child’s play. it feels like nothing, while you’re trying your best to stand up for yourself. toji’s revenge smacks are light taps against your bum and hands.

he’s clearly not putting in any effort unlike you.

“if that’s how you wanna take it, then yeah, y’ ain’t funny,” toji adds fuel to the fire, amused by how upset you’re getting. he doesn’t mean anything he’s saying; he’s simply interested in your adorable reactions. you look cute—thinking you’re doing something to him while you slap his bicep as response to his sneaky remarks.

you huff and roll your eyes. the little unserious tussle between toji and you continues. “bastard,” you answer and stick your tongue out to him. your lover lets out a puff of air through his nose at your weak attempt of insulting him.

he indulges you again.

“what’ddya say there?” toji questions in a low tone. he easily grips your wrists and flips you over until your back hits the soft sofa. your hands are gathered above your head and his face is close to yours.

that doesn’t stop you from being bratty, however, no matter how intimating toji tries to act. his black bangs brush against your forehead due to the proximity between you both.

“bastaaaaaard, you’re an asshole,” you shamelessly continue, your voice echoing in his ear. the black-haired man stares at you with a blank stare for a couple seconds, letting you blow off some steam.

you don’t know how cute you are right now to him. toji could just eat you up right then and there. having his girl try to act fierce around him is such an endearing sight.

without knowing it, toji’s scarred lips curl up, a faint smile appearing on his face. he doesn’t bother moving or setting your hands free.

“heh, right—i am, aye?” your lover nods and places a chaste kiss against your jawline, biting that same place not a second later. he lifts his head up and stares down at you with that same subtle smile.

you’re a bit shocked by the fact that he actually smiled. you love seeing toji show hints of happiness, which he rarely does. but when he smiles, you know it’s going to be a beautiful sight.

and it sure is now.

you’re too caught up staring at his handsome face to realise that that cherished smile has turned into a teasing grin. toji’s free hand slides up to grab your bottom lip, pulling back and letting go to watch it bounce back in place. his warm breath gently hits your cheek and you feel a shiver run down your spine;

“y’know if y’ want to, i can show ya how much of an asshole i really can be, doll face.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #toji x you #toji x y/n #jjk fluff #toji fluff

[reidsmouthbabys48]

make your move baby

Summary: spencer and y/n have a complicated friendship, spencers imagination overpowers him one night and y/n teases him because what he was imagining made him hard.

Warnings: sub!spencer, virgin!spencer, nerdy!spence, sexual themes, leg humping, slight mommy kink, coming in pants, other small things.

18+ minors do not interact (unless you do I dgaf)

"hi spence" y/n says, walking up beside me. I give her a hopefully subtle once over, she's wearing tight black dress pants and a pink long-sleeved shirt the sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, and her long black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever layed eyes on but i can't tell her that, we're to close and the last thing I want to do is ruin what we have.

"Hi, how'd you sleep?" I ask giving her a small smile, she ruffles my hair and I blush as I move my head away, she laughs "you are adorable" she says and i blush even redder.

"Hey guys" Penelope says as we sit down at our desks, "Hello sweetheart" y/n says, quickly looking over at me then smiling at Penelope, I almost didn't see the hint of, amusement? in her eyes.

Almost.

-

Me and y/n are driving to my apartment to hangout and watch a movie, I want to ask why she looked at me like that but I know I shouldn't.

"Why did you uhm look at me like that when you were talking to Penelope?" I ask turning so sideways so I'm looking at her, she shoots me a questioning glance "what are you talking about spence?" She says, her tone is teasing. Maybe im just thinking to much about it.

"Actually N-never mind" I say moving to look back out the window but she puts her hand on my thigh, "what's up with you Spencer? You have been so short with me the past few weeks, did I do something?" She says looking at me, her eyes are filled with hurt and it breaks my heart because that's the last thing I want to do. I need to tell her, we've know each other too long for things to completely fall apart if I confess my feelings.

"No no, y/n you did nothing I would never be upset at you and not tell you why. you know that, it's just I've been trying to figure out my feeling for the last few weeks, I didn't think k I was being short or anything" I sigh, she squeezes my thigh tightly, i know it eas mean in a co.forting wat but its to close to whenr ive imagined her hands at, I grab her hand, "d-dont do that" I say trying to compose myself, she looks at me questoningly then looks down at her hand, removing it from my thigh.

I try my best to think about anything but her squeezing my thigh like that but my mind drifts off and I lose control of my thoughts, I imagine myself under her moaning as she kisses my neck, and rigid me. if only this shit would really happen- "spence?" I hear her voice ring through the air and I jump a bit.

"Y-yea" I mumble praying that she couldn't tell what I was just thinking, she looks at my crotch and a slight smirk appears on her face but she says nothing, I blush.

"Were here, I'll give you a bit to take care of that" the says still smirking, I let out a whine of embarrassment.

"No need to be embarrassed baby it happens to all of us it's natural to have dirty thoughts." She says winking at me, dammit.

"Unless..." she says moving her hand back to my thigh, "you want some help with it" she finishes squeezing my thigh roughly once again, I let out a whimper and bite my lip, embarrassed of the sound that came out of my mouth.

"Yes or no baby?" She asks and I nod "y-yes please, help me" I whine the end of it cutting off into a moan as she palms my bulge over my slacks .

"So responsive" she says and I whimper bucking my hips into her hand for more friction.

"No no baby, get out and go to your apartment" she says and I nod opening the door and immediately slide out of the car.

-3rd person pov-

You get out of the car a few minutes after spencer and slowly walk into the apartment complex, giving him some time to regroup.

Once you get to his apartment you knock on the door, "it's me baby open up" you say and the door immediately opens and you're being pulled inside and shoved into the now closed door, before you could protest his lips are on yours hungrily, you return the kiss, turning you both around and shoving him into the door, he moans at the roughness of your push and you grab his hair causing a low moan to rip from his throat.

You move backwards to his couch, your lips still on his, we both fall onto the couch, he moves to straddle your lap and he starts to kiss you again, "i-i uhm I haven't done anything like this before so I'm sorry if I'm not good" he says looking down at your lap, "baby it's ok" you say and he nods starting to hump your thigh, he moans loudly at the friction provided by your leg and you bounce your knee in time with him coming down on you, making the pleasure he feels almost unbearable, "f-fuck mommy I need to cum, please please I need it so bad" he moans and your eyes widen at the word 'mommy' mixed with his begging, his humping beame quick and frantic, his moans getting louder and louder, "come on be a good boy and cum for mommy baby" you whisper in his ear, moving down to kiss his neck. That's all it takes for the boy to fall over the edge, filling his boxers with his sticky release.

He leans his head into your neck, panting as you card your fingers through his soft hair "mommy?" You ask and he whines.

"Shut up" he says lightly kissing your neck.

"Hey no judgement here baby I just didn't think you were so... kinky" you say and he laughs, "you should see some of the stuff that I imagine when I'm wanking" he says, now you're the one laughing.

-

Ok I'm sorry this probably sucks I haven't had motivation for a long time and I wanted to write something before it left again lmao

#sub!spencer #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #sub!reid

[goldenfigtree]

Tick Tick Boom

Summary: A tiny glimpse of what it's like to be in a relationship with Leon. More specifically, when Leon gets jealous...

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Fluff

“One more day” you murmur to yourself, drawing a red X with a dry erase marker on the calendar hanging on the fridge door. For a normal person, the fact that there was one more day left until their significant other came back from work would be exciting. Yet, your impatience seemed to overpower optimism at the moment. It was killing you on the inside to wake up to, not him but the lonely indent of his side of the bed instead.

So much so, you didn’t get a blink of sleep since he left. Dark shadows of puffiness circled your eyes, contorting as you impatiently rubbed them in hopes that when you stopped, you would be in tomorrow. But no, life didn’t work like that unfortunately. With a groan vibrating in your throat, you plop onto the couch, propping your feet on the coffee table and point the remote at the tv.

Maybe some tv static would drown out the repeated disappointment of experiencing another boyfriend-less day. It wasn’t guaranteed but you’d do anything at this point to try and ease your anticipation. The Gilmore Girls theme song played as per usual, you bobbing your head along with it, the evidence of some strands of your hair defying gravity exposed by the sunlight projecting through the windows of your apartment. Your eyelids began to slowly slide down, luring you to sleep before quickly snapping up. You keep trying to fight off your body’s need for sleep until your vision immediately goes black.

Back to back the episodes played, but you didn’t notice. Head leaned back on the couch’s head rest, your mouth falls agape from the angle. You were out like a light. So deep in slumber, the jingling of keys and the creaking of the front door left you un phased. Kicking off his boots, Leon drops his luggage at the door and follows the sounds of your snoring. A warm smile forming on his lips as he eventually takes in the sight of you fast asleep on the couch, snoring loudly. An amused chuckle leaves his lips,

Stealthily sitting next to you on the couch, he pulls out his phone and takes a photo. Surely this is what you meant when you asked Leon to take candid photos of you right? Either way, he was keeping it, every picture he had of you, unflattering or not, was adorable to him. Not realizing the flash was on his phone, he blinks in surprise when your snoring abruptly stops. Slowly, you drowsily blink your eyes open and shoot your head back up as you smacked your lips. Squinting your tired eyes to adjust to the sunlight and to figure out who was sitting next to you, you’re met with Leon’s royal blue eyes. A sleepy grin creeps onto your lips as you lean forward to pull him in for a hug,

“You’re home” you say sweetly in a rasp residue of your nap. With a deep chuckle of intrigue, he pulls you into his lap by your waist while you instinctively drape your arms around his neck.

“Sorry I woke you” he murmurs as you sleepily drag your lips along his. He could feel the smirk curling along your lips as the two of you kissed,

“No you’re not” you bluntly retort pulling away to give him a knowing look. He merely smirks back, letting a puff of air exhale through his nose in amusement,

“You’re right, I’m not” his arms tighten around you body as he leans in to feel your soft lips against his. His smirk failing to fade away as he feels and hears you giggle mischievously against his lips. Subconsciously, he inhales deeply and releases in a sigh. Feeling that he can finally relax.

“You’re early” you eventually say after pulling away,

“They let me go for good behavior” he jokes with a grin, clearly proud of his dad joke. Unamused you raise an eyebrow,

“Ha-ha” you deadpan, “I missed you”

“Missed you more” Finding that saying it just wasn’t enough, he proves it by squeezing you tighter with his biceps, earning a strained panic noise from you as you tried to wriggle free,

“Okay, okay I get it” you squeal, patting his biceps, “uncle!  Uncle!”

Letting go, he smirks as he watches you pant for air and weakly punch his chest as punishment, “sorry did I take your breath away?” He proudly flirts. You can’t help but snort at his cheesy attempts,

“Jesus Christ you’re on a roll today” you say breathlessly, a smile you fail to control appearing. You can’t help but giggle at this rare sight of cheesy, happy Leon. The rarity of it wasn’t this side of himself in itself but it was coming home from a mission and being this way. Usually, when he walked through the door, he was either exhausted, grumpy, or very very clingy.

Can you blame the man?

This side of Leon that you were currently enjoying was usually cocooned until the next day or two when he recovered from the work that often drained him mentally and physically.

“Yeah I am” he triumphantly agrees, “hey, let’s go do something”

“You’re not tired?” You ask, tilting your head to the side,

“Of course I am, but I hardly get to come home early, we should celebrate” he suggests with a shrug, trying to play it off cool. But, you saw right through his nonchalant act. The excitement that danced in those blue irises was a dead giveaway. Combing his bangs back, you kiss his forehead lovingly.

“Yeah we should” patting his pecks over his t shirt, you hop off him and head to the bedroom to get ready.

—

After a nice dinner at your favorite place downtown, the two of you stroll along the paved streets, and with little convincing, some shopping,

“Thanks for this babe” you coo happily hooking your arm through his and resting your face on his bicep as the two of you walked out of a store with a large paper tote bag in your grasp swinging with every step,

“Any time” Leon modestly responds, a shy smile on his lips as he looks down at you. He felt a twinge of pride that he was able to get this reaction out of you and it only compelled him to want to spend more on you. Before he could continue his mission of spoiling you, however, a voice calls after you causing the two of you to halt and turn around. A man that perfectly resembled the description tall, dark and handsome came running up to the two of you. It was none other than your ex boyfriend,

“Hey! Small World” He greets heartily, seamlessly pulling you into a hug, “Wow you look great!”

“Declan! It’s been a minute” You greet being the first to pull away from the hug and make your way to stand alongside Leon, a sweet smile on your lips. Since the two of you ended on good terms, you didn’t think twice before greeting him happily.

Leon on the other hand, wiped the grin from his face and replaced it with a stoic expression. He took a good look at him, remembering you mentioning his name once. Something along the lines of Declan agreeing with you that you were better off as friends. Yet, Leon had an inkling that was far from the truth. Narrowing his eyes he watches Declan like a hawk as you and him catch up,

“Oh! Declan, this is my boyfriend, Leon” You cheerily introduce, gesturing towards him with a hand. You blink a bit in surprise by the sudden firm grasp of your hand in Leon’s and look up to see Leon with a polite, closed mouth smile. Leon doesn’t say anything and only nods to Declan in greeting.

Don’t show weakness

he thought to himself. Even though he would like to tell this guy to back off his girlfriend, the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you by making a scene. He didn’t wan’t to show Declan that he was threatened by him either. Even though he was. Just a tiny bit.

“You’re a lucky guy, my friend” Declan charmingly says with a toothy grin,

Friend? We are not friends

His disgruntled thoughts circled around in his brain, yet the polite smile remained. He had some good practice with it, constantly working along side the president. Letting go of your hand, his hand instead travels to your lowerback and pulls you subtley to his side,

“I know” He responds, his tone friendly, mismatched with the triumphant smirk on his face. Declan’s pearly white smile remained, yet his eyes were boring into Leon’s skull like laser beams.

“Well, it was good to see you” Declan eventually bids his goodbyes, “It was nice to meet you, Leon” with a polite yet somehow sour goodbye, Declan leaves the two of you to enjoy the rest of the evening. Leon didn’t mention the encounter for the rest of the night, which would be puzzling to some. However, after all the years you two have been together, you sort of knew how he ticked. It was only a matter of time that he would bring it up and do so abruptly,

“He’s definitely still into you” Leon blurts out, raising his coffee mug to his lips. It was the very next morning, where you two often shared a cup of coffee, hair in disarray from the night before, and you magically wearing the shirt he was wearing last night; a tradition that you two stuck to religiously.

Tick Tick Boom. There it was.

His blue eyes stared at you as he gulps down the remnants of his coffee, nervously. You stifle a giggle at his sudden burst of nerves that he was so desperately trying to hide. You merely shrug and smile at him reassuringly,

“Doesn’t matter, I’m taken”

Eyebrows scrunched together as if processing her response he murmurs softly, almost to himself, “Right” quickly he clears his throat and repeats it more confidently before tilting the mug to sip the rest of his coffee, “Right”

Chuckling and shaking your head, you take his mug from his grasp and place it on the kitchen counter, “Someone’s jealous” you tease in a sing-song voice, wrapping your arms around torso,

“Busted” Leon bashfully admits planting a kiss on the tip of your nose, hugging your shoulders, “I just love you too much to give you away”

“You couldn’t give me away even if you tried” his eyes avert, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he believed it. So, you cup his face with a hand, soften your voice and look into those eyes that captivated you at first sight, “hey, I’m not going anywhere alright?”

Leaning his face into your hand, he turns to kiss your palm, and smiles, this time more securely, “alright”.

#resident evil #re4r leon #re #reader insert #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy drabble #resident evil drabble #resident evil imagines #leon kennedy x reader #spotify #Spotify

[jankandjonch]

Sloppy

so basically....... @joshkiszkas asked for titty fucking josh and and and um here i am hello.

words: 1.3k content warnings: smut, light degradation, slightly dom!josh

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“You’re gonna be good?,” he grunted out at you - not even believing the sentiment himself.

“Mmhmm, gonna be so good. Do anything for you,” you shimmied your dress off, swaying your hips as you turned around to give him a show.

“Give me what I want, huh?,” his voice is deep, you had much more of an effect on him today than you’d first realized.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Your tits. You had them out and about flaunting them in everyone’s fucking face today, and now you’re gonna kneel before me and let me have my fucking fun,” his voice rough but his hands sweet as he gripped into the hair at the back of your head, tilting you back slightly to look up at him - not that it took much. “You wanted that, huh? Wanted to show everyone what’s mine? Did it get your cunt so swollen and pretty for me?”

“Mhmm,” you breathed out, pulling his hips against yours, seeking friction of any kind. “So wet all day, wanna see?”

The growl that left his throat was visceral, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulled you in, teeth clacking together in a kiss that was suffocating and primal and perfect. Every part of him overtook your senses. His kiss, the taste of his tongue, the feeling of his hair around your fingers as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him ever tighter to you. So overpowered by his lust you didn’t even notice his hands had left your hair and traveled lower to tug on your panties. He wanted them off, and he wanted them off now. 

You were going to be true to your word, you were going to be a good girl, you were going to obey him. You helped him all but rip your panties down your legs, an earthy grunt leaving your mouth when his natural reaction was to bring your panties to his face. A deep inhale, his head still cast downward he raised his eyes to look into yours and slowly, ever the dramatic actor, he let his tongue lull out of his mouth and run along the center gusset of your panties where your wetness had collected all afternoon. Licking his lips after, you could see his patience wearing thin.

“Get on your knees. Now,” his unoccupied hand politely shoved your shoulder to help you collapse in front of him. “Take this off,” his finger snapping your bra strap against your skin making you hiss. “Oh shut up, or I’ll make it hurt next time.” 

You were in for it.

You made quick work of taking your bra off, immediately reaching to free him from the confines of his khakis. He smirked down at you, so proud that you didn’t even need further instruction. You looked up as you heard him breathe deeply again, finding his nose pressed into the cotton fabric again. His eyes were closed, not knowing you were watching, and his pure animalistic lust overtook him as he balled your panties up in his fist until his knuckles were stretched white. Throwing them to the ground, he takes his own briefs down. Not satisfied with your speed of action.

He let you latch your mouth onto him for a few moments, pressing sweet kisses to the underside of the head of his cock just how he liked.

“So sweet on me, pretty,” he ran his fingers through your hair, getting the strays out of your eyes. “You wanna suck me a little?” You didn’t answer, getting straight to work. “Gotta get me sloppy and wet so I can glide real easy between those beautiful tits, sweetheart.”

You groaned, the action making him twitch in your mouth, and you slid him further into your mouth, his head nudging your throat. Josh likes sloppy blowjobs as it is. The more spit and slurping noises the better to him, but it was actually needed for what was to come. Taking him to the hilt once, nose nuzzling into his pubic hair, was all it took. He pulled you off of him with a hand on your jaw. His eyes glazed, black overtaking his irises.

You used your hands, wet from working over his cock, and made a display of rubbing the saliva onto your chest. Kneading your tits, squeezing them together and letting a string of spit drip slowly out of your mouth, falling just between the cleavage. He’s almost vibrating with anticipation above you, hand still on the side of your face, he pushes your head back. Much less sensual than your approach, he leans down slightly and spits on your chest. He straightens back up, hand wrapping tightly around his cock, he bends his knees a little.

“Love these tits, baby. So pretty, so perfect for me,” he ruts his cock into the soft flesh of the top of your breast, already groaning at the feeling and throwing his head back to draw in a deep, dramatic breath. “So fuckin’ soft, mama.”

His knees bend again, allowing him to reach the underside of your bust, your hands still pressing your cleavage together, and he slots his cock right where he wants it. You can feel the combination of his and your spit sliding down between your breasts, feeling when the head of his cock finally touches the slick and glides easier upward. His eyes don’t leave your chest, watching as his cock finally peaks from below. You lean forward and press a kiss to the tip of him, earning a growl and giving him the motivation to start thrusting in earnest.

“Why are you whining, pretty baby?,” his thrusts are even and quick, too worked up to hold himself back.

“Can’t touch myself,” you made a gesture towards your hands, preoccupied pushing your breasts together for him to fuck into.

“Here, baby, let me.”

As soon as his hands take over the pressure yours had been creating, your hands run down your sides. Sliding down to rub at your throbbing clit. “I’m so wet, Joshy. So warm and slick,” you moan as your fingers slide against yourself, him picking up speed as your words draw out a guttural response from him.

“Fuck yourself on your fingers, my dick’s a little busy right now,” he’s so turned on it almost hurts, thrusting harder and faster still to chase his orgasm.

“Not as good as yours, baby. Not as good as your dick,” you’re whining for him, though you’re happy to get him off however he wants. You just know he likes when you’re a little bratty.

“Too fucking bad,” his hands squeeze your chest tighter, his breathing becoming erratic and his hips faltering a bit.

You know his body well, he’s only a few thrusts away from climax, so you make a little display of filth for him. Using your middle and ring finger, you run them through your cunt to gather your slick, bringing it up and rubbing it onto his head as it peaks out to say hello again. Realization of what you just did strikes him and his body convulses forward, almost knocking you over as his orgasm hits him so fast. He’s panting and thrusting still, his abs quivering and you run your hands along them, effectively spreading your slick onto his stomach too.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Mama, mama shit,” he’s drained, no more cum leaking out of him but his body can’t stop. His cum providing such good lubrication to keep gliding between your tits. He doesn’t think he can cum again, but he can’t stop himself. He doesn’t stop until you grip onto his hips and push him back.

Snapping back into himself, he’s panting, face red and blotchy with sweat streaming down his temples. He’s shaking, thighs burning and quivering under your touch. You stand, pulling him into a kiss that he’s so grateful for, grounding him to you and allowing his orgasm to slowly dwindle down.

“Fuck yourself on my face, you didn’t cum,” he mumbles into your mouth. Who are you to argue? 

#joshy #josh gvf #josh kiszka #joshua michael kiszka #josh kiszka smut #gvf smut #greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet smut #mine

[weebsinstash]

Ohmygod your thoughts on Yandere Miguel give me life

Idk how your blog works so feel free to ignore and delete this ask but I have some thoughts I'd like your take on

So platonic yandere Miguel with a teen reader who's crushing on a villain from her universe (im a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope </3). And villain reciprocates feelings but is obviously evil (i can't fix them I'll love them for it) so Miguel HATES it even more.

And I'm imagining that villain is also a yandere so there's just gonna be so much drama like AHDISHDUSHD

But yes this idea has been bouncing around in my head alot

If you give me permission I shall come in here with more thoughts on this if I get them

Anygays have a nice day or night make sure to stay hydrated!!!

*Tyler the creator voice* ok ok ok ok ok

so, I was thinking of something earlier, and, I forgot to grab a screenshot of it, but, extremely incredibly minor ATSV spoiler, when Miles is being shown the holograms of the Spiderverse, another series of canon events that is shown is every Spider having some sort of Symbiote experience (as in Venom, which, I have to admit, I'm uh, not extremely knowledgeable on Spiderman lore, I've been out of the game with this series since like grade school, I used to be big on DC and TMNT and hero shit, so, yeah)

Reader is just crushing on like, some evil Eddie Brock or some bad boy with a Symbiote, and dedicated/obsessive Papá Miguel instantly recognizes when your moods and behaviors start to change, more rebellious, more moody, you're becoming a bit more assertive, but not always in the good way, you're hurting people, maybe even stealing and other petty crimes. He presses you on who you've been hanging out with because APPARENTLY you've been sneaking off your watch so you can't inherently be tracked or spied on or contacted

Some drama ass shit like, Miguel has been trying to reach you because you both have some sort of really sentimental or important date coming up, maybe the anniversary of when he first met you or your birthday or his birthday where you both were supposed to do something nice together, something that's been planned and talked about for ages, and then, this rebellion stuff begins and, the date comes and you completely ghost him, he can't find you, contact you, he's frustrated and angry but also worried because what if you're hurt? What if his baby girl is HURT 🥺 SURELY that's the ONLY reason you wouldnt show up and break your poor stressed beloved daddy's heart liks this 🥺 and he finally finds you and you're totally fine, it's just like "haha sorry 'dad' I was getting railed by my evil big tall hunky villain boyfriend and also I have a Symbiote now, look at my spooky black costume, im evil now :)" and here's Miguel like "NOOO PRINCESA 😭😱✝️", but, technically he's only able to interfere in certain ways, like, maybe he can pressure you to break up with this guy but your Symbiote is canon and whether you defeat it and get rid of it or somehow master it and befriend it like say Ghost Spider, that isn't up to him, he can only pressure you but he can't MAKE you do anything, at least, not directly

You're running around having your rebellious Evil Girl Autumn and he's trying to, you know, steer you back onto the path of righteousness and all that and the harder he tries to control you the angrier you're getting until you're even losing your temper and throwing things at him or eventually physically attacking him (to which he's forced to overpower you which, you two have sparred before but this is different and it breaks his heart). You throw your watch at him and tell him to go fuck himself, that you hate him, that you never want to see him again, but you're crying and he takes this as a sign you aren't serious (which, you aren't, not 100% completely, you kinda lowkey ARE having a huge temper tantrum and rebellious phase and being a criminal brat, but, like.... spiderverse babyyyy we got Spider powers, shit has no consequences, or so it feels like to you at the time, and the Symbiote is maybe questionably evil and corrupting your thoughts)

Oh I just realized you said teen reader and here I am talking about getting railed 💀 maybe the villain is a teen too or just a few years older than you but either way like. Miguel doesn't want his sweet innocent pure virginal baby girl having sex! With anyone! Especially before marriage! (Although i was hearing he's kind of a slut in the comics?) He ever finds that shit out it's like, A CRISIS EVENT. He's like that one stereotype of brothers/fathers who hate seeing their sister/daughter date because that's the baby the raised/grew up with. Picture having an argument with him and you're just trying to piss him off and like, it's true but in anger you say "OH YEAH? oh YEAH??? Well, well, you know how you hate Hobie Brown so much?! We've been dating JUST TO MUTUALLY SPITE YOU, and you know what, i actually like him, and he likes me! Maybe we'll hook up for real! Maybe I'll FUCK HIM, DAD :) maybe we'll HAVE A BABY TOGETHER, DAD :)"

Like girlie nooooo you're getting put into The Biggest Time-Out The Multiverse Has Ever Seen. You think getting locked up in a room would be bad, NO, because at least you'd have some vague sense of privacy and personal space. You're now on 24/7 Daughter Duty, with him literally all the time except for, bathing and that stuff. He's dragging you around, making you accompany him, controlling what you're allowed to do, really an extended prolonged punishment. Hss making you sit in his office or whatever while he works and you'll be absolutely fucking bored out of your mind because you're basically given nothing to do, have no phone, no tasks really. He's not outright hurting or abuse you but it's a kind of psychological burden for you, but from his perspective he's just, basically guarding you like a dedicated father, protecting his baby from tarnishing her reputation, her body, and otherwise when he isn't there. CLEARLY he has a lot more fathering to give you than he originally thought

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #and yeah sure homie youre free to send ideas whenever i just might not always reply #im working 40 hour weeks and kts third shift and its really uh messingup my sleep after all these months #also weed. tons of weed lol

[jack-off-valentine]

Guilty Gear Design Revisions

Guilty Gear is a great series, with some great characters. However, the designs can be rather hit or miss; with some of the women taking the most hits. So I have decided to toss my hat into the ring and suggest some changes for the designs.

But first, rules.

There will be two types of revisions made here; Some I think would better fit their stories and characters, and some are just personal taste. I will label them as such.

Some characters will have both types of suggestions, some will only have one, and some won't be featured at all. This does not mean there are no changes that could be made, or even should be made, it just means I haven't given enough thought to them to come up with any.

I will be focusing entirely on characters who are currently in Strive as of today, October 2nd 2023.

With all that wrote, let's begin.

Baiken

For Improvements; My girl needs some beef on her bones. And I don't just mean a little bit of tone on the belly, I mean tree trunk limbs and shoulder so wide she has to turn around just to get through most doors. Scars too. Seeing her model having essentially a completely clear face will never not feel off to me. Rough skin, chapped lips, maybe some scarred titties if we're feeling particularly uncowardly. Also, some signs of aging would provide a nice flavour to the design, like gray hairs and wrinkles.

For Personal Taste; Some baggy army pants alongside the dyke boots Daisuke used in this image would look pretty nice.

Sin

For Improvement; Make him look like an acrobat, not a body builder. I know it's funny seeing this canonical five-year-old be swole beyond belief, but it just doesn't fit the character. He isn't swinging around a giant sword and overpowering his opponent with sheer brute force, he isn't Sol. Instead, he's flying around the battlefield with polejumps and cartwheels and backflips and frontflips, confusing then striking with a quick physical blow or some potent magic. He's an excited doing acrobatics, and he should look like it.

Ramlethal

For Improvement; First off, give her a new outfit. The Xrd tube top and short shorts, while nice for horniness, is terrible for her character. Strive kind of fixed this, but they didn't commit as much as they should have. I'm thinking an outfit like this by @matcchio.

Secondly, she must become more creature-esque. She was given a maw full of shark teeth and they didn't do anything with it. It doesn't even show up in Strive. Some thicker, curlier hair would also be appreciated.

For personal taste; Take all the muscle you took off Sin and give it to her. This would probably have to coincide with making her a bit more of a bruiser, gaining some health and losing some speed. I think it would be cool, though.

Johnny

For personal taste; make him not white, dear lord. He would be so much cooler if he weren't a Blue Eyes White Dragon.

Happy Chaos

For improvement; Use the X's he has on his body to give him top surgery scars connected to the heart symbol on his chest.

For Personal Taste; Put some goddamn shoes on. This is gonna be a big showing of my taste in character design, but I just am incapable of fully enjoying a character's looks if they've got the dogs out. I put this here because it at least supports his character, unlike Ram, so I can tolarate it, but I have a Happy Chaos Shoes mod for a reason. It may show weakness, but I'm fine with that.

Giovanna

For improvement; Make her eyes not blue. Why are they blue. At least on Nago you can argue it's a contrast to his red and black eyes when he's in hangry mode, but if you wanted an eye colour related to her powers you could just make them green.

In Conclusion

I may have acted like a bit of a hater near the end, but I do genuinely love this series; and, like with many things, my love makes me privy to all manner of less than great things in it. Anyway, if you've got any additions to this list, feel free to tell me all about it.

#guilty gear #character design #baiken #sin kiske #ramlethal valentine #johnny guilty gear #happy chaos #giovanna guilty gear

[ninadove]

Hi Nina! Why transmask Felix and not transfem? Or you are fine with transfem too?

Hi Anon! Hope you’re having a wonderful day! 💖

I do like transfem Felix! In fact, I originally leaned more towards this option. The Senti-lore is extremely queer by nature, and I think it’s wonderful so many people can see themselves in the kids.

Really, it comes down to personal interpretation. Some notes below:

1. Colt Fathom is a massive douchebag.

Nothing groundbreaking here. We been knew. At first glance, you’d assume he would want a male heir for Toxic Masculinity Reasons™; but I think he would prefer a daughter, also for Toxic Masculinity Reasons™.

Colt is the kind of person who wants to elevate his own status in the world, and the solution he resorted to is marriage. This kind of alliances is frequent in the spheres he navigates, as seen in S5 with the Adrigami plot: as such, he would likely see his child not as an heir, like the GDV lineage would, but rather as something he could trade for even more power. A daughter of noble pedigree and born into considerable wealth would undoubtedly be a catch, and give him a leg up in his race against other rich jerks.

Additionally, we’ve seen how he acts around Felix — how he perceives him as a threat and a reminder of his own mortality. Peacock curse or not, asking for a son would have forced him to face the prospect of eventually being overpowered by his own progeniture every single day; but a little girl? Surely, there’s no threat there, right?

2. Felix’s first appearance gives us lots to think about.

Firstly, when it comes to Adrien’s reaction. When Amelie explains that she decided to drop by “so [they] could all be together” on the anniversary of Emilie’s fridging, this is the (adorable) face he makes:

Because he understands! If his aunt is here, surely his cousin must be here too. “All together” means all together.

Yet, when Felix actually appears, draped in dramatic lighting like the theatre kid he is, Adrien still looks strangely surprised:

Which Amelie immediately follows up by highlighting that they look “just like twins”. The characters should not need this comment — they were here the whole time the kids were growing up! Of course, there’s a doylist explanation to this line: we, the public, must understand that Identity Shenanigans Will Ensue (and they did). But what could this mean in-world?

I propose that the cousins did not always look exactly like each other — that they were perfect twins as young kids, but became more and more different as time went by. Perhaps one developed more feminine features, while the other grew up to look more masculine. If the Agrestes did not witness the early stages of Felix’s transition (probably started right after Colt’s death, so only a few months before canon), it makes sense they would be taken aback by the newly recovered resemblance between the kids.

And, of course, it adds some depth to the Identity Shenanigans. Especially if you read Adrien as genderqueer or transfem.

3. Felix exhibits stereotypically masculine behaviours every chance he gets.

This goes from wearing what is basically the Official Rich Boy Uniform (waistcoat, tie, black and white palette):

To certain mannerisms, like putting his feet on Gabriel’s desk to assert dominance against the guy who could literally snap him out of existence:

To the way he perceives himself: a cursed prince from a twisted fairytale, who systematically places himself in the role of the protector (even if it’s not always appreciated by the people in his life).

To me, this sliiightly over-the-top behaviour is very reminiscent of a child who just figured out something huge about their identity and is exploring it to the fullest — to find out what it truly means to them, and which aspects they want to incorporate into their life.

Which leads me to the most important point:

4. The Peacock Miraculous! 💜🦚

Deeply associated with Felix’s reclamation of his safety, freedom and bodily autonomy. And when we think about peacocks, what do we think about?

Colourful feathers. Panache. Ostentation (this is literally what groups of peafowls are called). A conception of masculinity that is different from social standards in most of the Western world, but is there and bold and unapologetic.

We don’t get to see Felix using the brooch for the first time — even his mum, who he trusts with everything, is absent. He needs this privacy to come to terms with his powers and make them his.

But then, when we do get to see him transform — everybody else witnesses it too. Felix goes from hiding behind Adrien’s face, ergo disguising as someone he is not, to revealing his identity to both the audience and the entirety of Paris.

This is Argos embracing who he truly is, even if the world might call him monstrous.

And finally, one more point:

5. Why would Tomoe prefer a model over a quasi-prince as a potential match for her daughter?

I get it — she has a partnership going on with Gabriel. But the woman is leagues smarter than him (What? Like it’s hard?) and could most likely find another way to turn the world into her own little dystopian dream, should she want to. Not to mention, even if Adrien is a catch by most people’s standards, he is still the bane of the GDV lineage.

Felix is the heir. Felix is just as wealthy, if not wealthier than the Agrestes. Felix is the best at everything he does (chess, horse-riding, karate) and as such should be a perfect fit for Kagami, even by Tomoe’s insanely high standards.

Yet, she keeps referring to him as this corrupting influence: not because he is a supervillain (she hangs out with them on the regular), but because he might whisper dangerous ideas about ✨ freedom ✨ and ✨ bodily autonomy ✨ in her sweet daughter’s ear while they make out dressed as Adrien’s parents. We know how important femininity is to the Tsurugi lineage: Duusu forbid this monster talks Kagami into rejecting it in any form.

So, there you have it, Anon. I’m sure there’s a lot of evidence to support other interpretations, but this is the one that resonates most with my brain! 💜🦚🏳️‍⚧️

Can’t believe I almost forgot:

“Felix” literally means happiness and luck: a weird choice from Colt, and it’s unlikely Amelie had any say in the matter. So when Argos says:

“Isn’t it great? We have everything we need to be happy!”

It very much sounds like his first name could be a conscious reclamation on his end!

#miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #argos #flairmidable #feligami #senticousins #graham de family #random ramblings #Transmasc Felix Propaganda

[hotreadingwitch]

MADE TO LIE - the party

Y/N 

Bucky might be handsome, sure, but that didn’t excuse his cold behaviour.

“God, he’s driving me mad” Y/n declared as Natasha helped her pin her hair in a glamorous old Hollywood-esque style. 

“I’m sure it’ll get easier between you two the more you get to know each other” Wanda encouraged. 

“Yeah and Steve adores him so he can’t be that awful deep down” 

“True” Y/n conceded before continuing, her anger and insecurities simmering like a pot of boiling water, “I just can’t get past the feeling that he despises me” 

“I don’t know if he does Y/n…” Natasha started.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, sometimes you act like you hate someone when really you’re just confused about feeling…something else?” 

“You think he likes me?” 

“Well,” she sighed, “You never know…it’s just an observation” 

“Maybe he’s shy” Wanda added. 

Y/n scoffed. 

“I find that hard to believe” 

“I think there’s probably more to Bucky Barnes than any of us know…” 

BUCKY

When Y/n stepped into the large party room it felt to Bucky as if everyone, including him, suddenly noticed her all at once. The thought of hundreds of eyes on her made his stomach rumble with discomfort and protectiveness but also a small sense of pride. Her dress was some designer couture, clearly straight from the runway but she wore it better than any model ever could in his opinion. She shone in it, somehow not overpowered by the thousand glittering black beads and pearls that were delicately interwoven with the dress’s fabric. Bucky placed a hand on the ache in his chest, physically feeling overwhelmed, her beauty was so intense it was all-consuming. 

“Are you okay James?” Dr. Pashia asked cautiously. 

He tore his gaze away from Y/n only to notice his therapist’s sly smile. 

“Don’t” he groaned, scratching at his 5 o’clock shadow, “Between you and Steve I can’t catch a break…” 

“Well, my lips are sealed then” she mimed the action cheekily. 

Bucky let out a loose, gravelly laugh, smiling down at her. He was endlessly grateful for her professional help and in the last couple of years working with her, she’d almost become a friend. 

“Thanks, Doc” 

The pair talked and talked, joking in a natural way that only a great therapist and patient could. 

His gaze subconsciously flitted to where Y/n was in the room again and again as the night went on. Dr. Pashia said nothing about it, thankfully. When his eyes landed on her a third time he was surprised to find she was glaring at him with so much intensity he almost stumbled even though he was standing perfectly still. He watched as she slowly turned back to whoever it was she was talking to and threw her head back with a flirtatious little laugh. The man was tall, like him, with long, slicked black hair and piercing, devilish eyes. A rush of heat hit his cheeks. With a frustrated growl, he turned away, excusing himself before stalking over to the bar where he noticed Natasha was helping with drinks. The loud current pop music and throwbacks playing at the party pounded loudly in his ears. 

I’m in love with the shape of you…

“Hey,” he bit out when he reached the bar. 

“Hey,” she hesitated, looking visibly amused. 

“What’s that look for?” He grumbled, agitated. 

“Trouble with Y/n?” 

“Is everyone able to read me these days?” He groaned, “What happened to being a top-class assassin?” 

She raised her glass in a toast, “Oh how the mighty have fallen…” 

He clinked hers in a sardonic cheers. If anyone could understand how it felt to suddenly gain autonomy after years of torture and control, it was Natasha. 

“I’d give her a chance you know?” she continued, making Bucky’s eyebrow raise, “I’m biased as a best friend sure but that doesn’t mean she isn’t truly the kindest person I’ve ever known” 

Bucky’s eyes softened, after talking to Natasha he was filled with a new purpose, one that started with an apology. When he finally turned away, heading back to the party, he stopped mid-step…

Y/N

After her talk with Wanda and Natasha, the girls had practically drunk their body weight in hard liquor, Wanda not even making it to the party. When Y/n arrived, it seemed that all the other Avengers were busy, either with each other or with the hoards of people Tony had invited to come. A little while later, her eyes finally found Barnes in the crowd and immediately narrowed. He was talking to probably one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. 

She turned away from the scene unfolding before her, strutting over to the nearest handsome man she could find, and tonight there were many.

Grab somebody sexy tell ‘em hey 

The music blared over the speakers. 

“Hi,” Y/n greeted with a flirting glance up at the tall stranger. 

“Well hello there” he responded, his mouth curving into a naughty grin. 

“Y/n” she held out her hand to shake. 

He took it, placing a dapper kiss on her skin before introducing himself, “God of Mischief” 

She threw her head back, laughing a little more than she normally would at such a stupid joke. 

Give me everything tonight

By the time they made it to the dance floor the song from earlier was almost making the space shake, not to mention the people covering the dance floor. 

I might drink a little more than I should tonight 

And I might take you home with me tonight 

Y/n swayed along with the stranger, allowing his hands to press into the curves of her hips. All was going well until a different hand, a cool metal one, planted itself on her shoulder from behind. 

“Hi honey” his sarcastic tone grated her eardrums. 

She turned with an annoyed look to see none other than Bucky Barnes glowering in front of her. 

“Can I help you?” She feigned innocence. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, likely out of annoyance. But she didn’t care…Let him be annoyed. 

She turned back to the stranger to find that he’d disappeared. 

“What do you want Bucky?” 

“What do I—“ he grazed a frustrated hand over his mouth, “What do I want? It doesn’t matter what I want Y/n. What matters is that I’m the only one you should even be near tonight, this might not be an official mission but that won’t stop people from talking”

“Apologies, I didn’t know you could even stand my presence”

He looked taken aback by this but before he could respond a woman backed into him, bumping him forward toward Y/n so that their chests were pressed together. He gripped onto Y/n’s wrist, seemingly for support as he stumbled slightly. The woman’s perfect olive-brown skin gleamed in the lights and she smiled at Bucky, a sweet smile that made him sigh and shake his head. 

Y/n realized in an instant that this was the woman that Bucky had been talking to earlier. She had seen enough. She attempted to rip her hand away from his but he whipped his gaze back to her, his grip on her only growing tighter. It was then, just as Y/n was about to speak, that the overhead lighting dimmed and a mellow piano melody began to fill the large space. 

She turned her head, noticing quickly with a groan the other drunken party-goers who were now forming pairs to partake in the slow dance.

Like a flower, waiting to bloom

Like a light bulb in a dark room

I’m just sitting here waiting for you

To come on home 

And turn me on

Y/n’s heart ached at the DJ’s choice of song as she reached out, placing her other hand on Bucky’s strong shoulder. Lost to the music, her fingers brushed the swell of his muscle, tracing down to his collarbone. If she noticed how this movement made Bucky’s breathing hitch, she didn’t say anything about it. 

“So now you want to play the part?” Bucky chuckled, raising a thick eyebrow in a light-hearted manner that she hadn’t seen directed at her in all the time she’d known him. 

Like the desert 

Waiting for the rain 

A beat passed, a thoughtful silence settling between them. 

“My father used to listen to this song…we’d waltz to it when I was a little girl, it was my mother’s favourite” Y/n admitted softly. 

She winced then, looking up into Bucky’s steely eyes to measure his reaction, information about her abusive crime boss father wasn’t what she normally started conversations with. But his gaze was surprisingly soft. 

“I’m sorry…” Bucky murmured, pulling her slightly closer. 

Y/n sighed. She supposed all the Avengers had been briefed on her past when she first joined the initiative but she wasn’t sure. This confirmed that. A couple of years ago, Y/n had fled her father’s French crime organization, giving information to Nick Fury that would later contribute to the group’s effort to lock him up, neutralizing him as a threat for good. In a twisted way, she was glad that her father was no longer a danger to her or anyone else. 

“Thank you” she whispered back, “I suppose it’s a bit of a weird father-daughter song anyway” 

“Perfect for a weird father-daughter duo then” Bucky smirked playfully. 

Y/n’s eyes widened before she let out a startled laugh. No one ever dared to joke with her about her past, especially about her father. 

“Very true” a small smile spread across her lips. 

She hesitated then, leaning forward to rest her head on Bucky’s shoulder. She found his planes of muscle were soft on her cheek, the quality of his expensive-looking suit surely helping with that. 

I’m just sitting here 

Waiting for you to come on home 

And turn me on

Turn me on

The music faded out eventually but Y/n didn’t really notice. 

BUCKY 

Y/n was drunk and Bucky had forgotten what it felt like to be as the super soldier serum mostly prevented it. He did, however, remember the stories of him coming home sloshed and sloppy that Steve refused to let him forget…and sloshed and sloppy was exactly what Y/n was now.

“Come on doll” Bucky pushed softly as he guided Y/n through the compound hallways to where he hoped her room was located. 

“Here, here—” she slurred her words as they reached the door, cutting herself off with a small burp. 

Bucky tried not to laugh as he took in her drunken state. After they’d danced together for three of four more songs, Y/n and Bucky had rejoined the group who were then playing a ridiculous drinking game that someone had come up with. Bucky glared daggers at the tall, dark-haired man who had been dancing with Y/n before, who he learned was Loki, Thor’s mischievous brother. Besides that though, he had actually managed to have a pretty good time. It seemed, however, that Y/n, who’d drank double her weight in liquor, had an even better experience. 

Y/n stumbled onto her bed, bending over with a huff as she tried to take off her ridiculously high heels. She pulled and pulled at the stubborn shoe, not realizing, in her state, that she had to undo the buckle first. Rolling his eyes, Bucky got to his knees before her. 

“What are you doing Barnes?” she garbled. 

“Taking off your shoes” he chuffed, “And you never call me that…” 

“Well maybe I do now” 

He raised his eyebrows.

“Fine, fine, ‘Bucky’ it is, though I don’t know why you’re insisting…” her eyes glazed over, “Unless you just like hearing me say your name” 

A flame lit in Bucky’s eyes. 

“Go shower” he commanded gruffly. 

“M’kay” she agreed before stumbling into the bathroom, the moment forgotten, just another drunken thought that she’d likely forget by morning. 

She left the door open as she did, allowing Bucky a full view of her as she stripped out of her fancy dress and the lacy lingerie beneath it. Tearing his eyes away from Y/n out of respect for her privacy was the least of his issues. What worried him now was the fact that she might slip. Sure enough, after a single minute passed, Bucky heard a small yelp coming from the steamy bathroom. His gaze snapped to the shower where Y/n was on the ground, her knees curled up to her chest. He ran into the room, opened the door to the shower and, being careful not to look, helped her to her feet. 

“Are you hurt?” 

The freezing cold water ran down his suit, soaking him to his core, but he didn’t care. When she didn’t answer he prodded again, 

“Why didn’t you turn the water to be hot?” 

“Because” she responded with a non-committal shrug. 

Without another word, Bucky grabbed a fluffy towel from outside the shower and wrapped it around her, turning off the stream of now-warm water. 

“Come” he ushered her to her bed. 

He flipped open the plush sheets, helping her to settle between them. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” the words poured out of her with startling vulnerability. 

“Because” he responded gruffly, repeating her seemingly nonchalant words from earlier.

“Because” she slowly whispered back, speaking into the dark, “Because…” 

Bucky’s laugh was a quiet puff. 

“No laughing” she drunkenly chided, though her smile was at odds with her words, “I’m tired” 

“Then sleep doll” he caressed her forehead, making her hum with contentment. 

Only when she had finally drifted off into a heavy, peaceful slumber, did he finally leave. 

A/N - the three songs with lyrics used in the chapter are Shape of You by Ed Sheeran, Turn Me On by Norah Jones, and Give Me Everything by Pitbull, Neyo, AFROJACK and Nayer

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[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 4: 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @lilfartbox1 @inlovewithgreta

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Knives, Smut, dom/sub dynamics, praise, Top Morticia/Bottom reader

Genre: Smut

A/n: Sorry this was so short!!

Word count: 0.8k

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Your eyes fill with excitement and lust as you glance over the shiny silver metal that twirled itself perfectly through your wife's slender and perfectly manicured hands.

The way this woman treated you was just so majestic, the way her raven hair would move with each graceful movement her body decided to make, the way her eyes sparkled with delight whenever it rained or whenever you gifted her a collection of beautiful stems for her to put in a vase in her kitchen.

But god was your sex hotter than you could ever imagine it being, you loved being under her control, she wasnt really a mean woman when dominant, as she truly did love you as much as she loved blood and darkness. But that also had to do with your relationship as dominant and submissive, you were a good girl for her, refusing to be bad and annoying Morticia. Morticia often just liked to have you service her in the bedroom along with taking control of your orgasms, and you had honestly never been more happy in a relationship.

That's why whenever Wendsday and Pugsley were out of the house, you couldnt help yourself but to just want her inside of you.

"Mistress...p-please...touch me..." You whispered with a pleasing tone, to which your wife wuickly slammed herself into you, her tounge sliding inside of your mouth as her way of overpowering you,

"C'mon mi buena niña...you can beg louder than that, be good and dont keep quiet for me~" Morticia smirked, sliding her knife up and down your body before slapping the flat side straight against your core, making you whimper loudly as to please the ravenette who was currently holding your body tightly with one hand with her other tracing your figure with her blade.

"Mi Reina~ Please don't be cruel~! You can feel how wet I am...!" You moaned, head tilting back as your legs trembled, your wrists pulling tightly against the black fluffy handcuffs that chained you up against the wall.

"Oh don't worry, no need to beg mi niña," The raven haired woman cooed, smiling as she licked her lips, "You're going to have such a good orgasm tonight...or as many as I want you to have..." She chuckled, pulling at your leash as you choked out another lewd sound from your throat.

Another soft cry left your lips, you knew she'd give you what you wanted, but you also loved to beg for her to touch you.

"Mmm...please...! Need you, need you so much," You begged, eyes holding a pleading nature as you began to slightly grind against the knife, to which Morticia quickly pulled it away and held it up to your neck.

"I thought I said there was no need to beg?" She asked, tilting her head as she continued to give you a loving yet sadistic gaze.

"You're right Mistress, I'm sorry," You quickly stuttered out, legs trembling from the aching heat that was built up in your sex.

Morticia smirked, and in just one careful move of her wrist, she sliced off your bralette and thong you had been wearing, leaving you completely exposed to your spouse.

"Bueana Nina..." She muttered with a hint of passion in her voice as she began to leave hickeys across your collarbone, moving her knife to slap once again against your aching cunt. "Now look at Mistress while she's fucking you,"

You obeyed quickly, staring directly into Morticia's eyes as she began to pump her fingers inside of you, shoving her knifes handle into her mouth so that it didnt fall while she fucked you.

Lewd moans left your body as Morticia grabbed her knife once again, using it to collect the juices that were falling from your core.

"Mi Reina~! It feels so good~!" You whimpered as you felt your orgasm approching you,

The ravenette only smirked in response, pumping her fingers endlessly in and out of your hole.

"C'mon baby, come for me," She smirked as you came undone in her arms.

The older woman looked at you with lovefilled eyes as she uncuffed your hands from the wall and applied some lotion to your wrists, holding the knife up to your mouth so that you could lick off all the cum you had spilled onto the blade.

You nodded silenly as your tounge slided up and down on the flat side of the blade before Mortica discarded it onto the floor, holding you in her arms as she hummed a soft lullaby for you to fall asleep to.

"I love you mi amor..." She smiled as she ran her fingers through your hair, continuing to hum a spanish lullaby that she always sung to you after you had made love with each other.

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[hotchners-wifey]

Save Her

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, Platonic!BAU x Reader, Morgan!Sister Reader

Summary: Y/N has a past she's never told anyone about, she was involved in some heavy things when she lived in England with her Aunt and Uncle. Things she thought were murdered along with her best friend, things she thought went missing with her boyfriend. Things that followed her to Quantico, Virginia.

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Chapter Warnings: Drinking, murder, mild swearing,

10 years ago ________________________________________

There’s a knock on my Aunt and Uncles front door, I look through the peephole and see two guys standing there. I make sure the chain is on the door before opening it, “Can I help you?” I asked. They looked at each other and the taller one spoke, “Y/N Y/L/N? Can we come in. We have some news regarding some people you might know.” I realized they were telling the truth and I closed the door to take the chain off. I let them in and walk them over to the couch.

“Would you guys like anything to drink. Tea or Coffee? My Aunt makes a killer black peach tea.” They shook their heads and smiled “No thank you, I’m officer Wisp and that’s officer Bailey. Do you know a Willow Allen and a Evan Warren?.” I sat down on the armchair next to the couch, worried I responded. “Yeah I do. Willow is my best friend and Evan is my boyfriend. Are they okay?” Officer Bailey looked over at me with a sad expression.

“Unfortunately no, we found the body of Willow this morning just outside county lines, she had a picture of you and Mr. Warren in her wallet." He pulled out an evidence bag with the picture of us the day we graduated high school. I grabbed it from him smiling at the memory, but it was suddenly overpowered by the thought of my dead best friend, "We went to pay a visit to Mr. Warren this morning but he wasn't home." "When we called his parents they said they haven't seen or heard from him all day." I knew that meant they either got him already or he was in hiding, but I knew one thing. I needed to get the hell out of dodge before they came to my house asking questions. "Do you know where he might be or anyone who would?" I shook my head "No I'm sorry, when we would have arguments he would leave for hours on end but he never went home."

"He would come back sweaty and would brush off my questions just responding with a 'I went for a run' and I would stop asking questions, knowing it would lead to more arguments." They nodded and stood up heading to the door, handing me a card, they tell me to call them if I can remember anything else or if I have information that I think could help. I opened the door and on my doormat was a single Y/F/F with a note that said in blue letters, "see you soon." ________________________________________ "Hello? Earth to Y/N, are you okay?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped turning to look behind me, I was greeted with three friendly faces looking at me with concern. "I'm sorry what'd you say?" Emily chuckled and pointed to the bouquet. "I asked you who got you the flowers." I looked down at them with a frown, "I don't know there's no name just says 'See you soon' in blue ink." They nodded and I turned to my front door and slowly put my key in the door opening it carefully. I have a security system but these people know how to break into an home without tripping it. I stay on my toes as I let the girls in and secretly do a quick onceover of my apartment before I relax. "All right, lets get to it. If we want to get to the club before a line forms then we should hurry up and get ready." They give each other looks and excitedly nod and quickly pull out their outfits for the night ________________________________________ Time skip to arriving at the club(i'm too lazy rn) ________________________________________ We arrived at the club and I already felt uncomfortable, Emily decided that the dresses I had in my closet weren't risky enough so she brought me one of her dresses in Y/F/C. It had lacy designs and sequins and it hugged my body tightly, when we walked into the club Derek, Spencer and Rossi were already there. We walked over to them and Emily looked around before asking Rossi, "No Hotch?" she yelled over the loud music. He nodded his head over to the bar where Aaron stood waiting for our drinks. We nodded and Spencer came over to me trying his best to keep his eyes on my face, "You look good Y/L/N." I smiled and playfully shoved his shoulder, "I thought I told you that you can call me Y/N when we're not working." He flushed and nodded awkwardly. Hotch came back with the drinks and we sat at the booth, Derek sat on my left while Spence sat on my right. After a few rounds I needed to use the bathroom, Spencer stood up to let me out and I let them know I'll be right back. I walked into the bathroom and hovered over the toilet seat to relieve myself when a singular Y/F/F was thrown under the stall door and the bathroom door opened and closed. I quickly finished up and grabbed the flower. When I went to wash my hands there was a photo pinned to the wall with a pocket knife. The photo was of me and Evan and the knife was the pocket knife my uncle gave to me before I moved to England, I ended up giving it to Evan to use for a job but he said he lost it. Which I was very sad about, I would've been happy about it being returned if I knew how and why it ended up back in America and in the town I live in.

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[sebstan2020]

Repaying the Debt

Chapter 6

Violet Williams, a typical rich daddy's girl who did nothing but spend his money and hang our with her girlfriends. Her life couldn't be better. But that all changes when her father gets in trouble with New Yorks biggest and most ruthless mob boss, James Barnes and she finds herself repaying the debt of her father.

Violet gasped as she stared up at James underneath her golden bangs, heroes blinking in both horror and fear. Was he being serious, or was he just saying that to scare her, to throw the fear into her to make her behave? Surely he wasn’t. But his tone sounded so serious that she shuddered, and his dark eyes gazing at her intensely made the notion even more believable. But was this her doing? She had only meant it as a joke—to rile him up, annoy him, and get on her nerves—to frustrate him so that he would just throw her back into that small prison room and leave her be. But her thought process for that was clearly wrong, and she wished she hadn’t said anything. She wished she had kept her big mouth shut. She had quite clearly given him even more of a reason to spank her, to punish her, and to teach her a lesson. It had slipped from her mouth, and James was going to take that opportunity.

He was quick with his movements, yanking her from the floor by the scruff of her neck with a ball of frazzled hair, wrapped around his long, slender fingers, and forcing her over to the large couch placed to the side of his office. It was smooth leather, dark, and rich, with gold legs. She managed to get a good look at him, dressed in a suit of all black, finely tailored to his body and size, tightly fitting, and of expensive taste. His rich cologne flooded her senses, almost drugging her, and a few strands of his dark locks had fallen in front of his forehead, adding that little extra spice to him. She screamed as he overpowered her so easily, barely even having to lift his arm to drag her across, forcing her into the desired position for her punishment. He seated himself down on the couch, legs spread, to place her between them. her chest laying flat across his thigh, with her legs dangling underneath. She scrambled for freedom, clawing at his leg, the carpet, and the couch, but she was weak, like a feather. Her life of shopping and manicures was no use for her now. She should have spent more time at the gym bulking up in case handsome mafia men kidnapped her for a debt owed.

She was in the perfect position for James. completely exposed, her ass slightly turned up to give him a full view of it, a hand gripping the clump of hair to keep her still. His power loomed over her; his simple position sat on the couch while she was kneeling before him, able to grab and restrain her at anytime while she wiggled and squirmed with no ounce of release.

Violet was unaccustomed to disciplining. She had gone her whole life doing whatever she wanted without a care, without someone to give her any direction or guidance. Growing up, she had always been a good girl until she reached her teens, where she acquired a taste for fashion, beauty, and money. Her bratty attidude was born at the age of fifteen, sassing at her father for suggesting that she do her homework instead of talk to her friends all night long. Over the years, her father had given up with her, trying to enforce some structure and rules around the house but realising nothing would work on her. It was best to let the monster live rather than fight it every day. never had he gotten physical with her or even touched the idea of punishments.

But James was not her father. He was not going to tolerate this kind of behaviour. He was not going to allow her to behave this way without learning from her actions and facing the consequences. She was in dire need of some discipline, and he was more than happy to administer it. It had only been two days, and she was already trying to escape, disobeying his warning that if she did, he would punish her. Bad girls need to be punished, and he was already enjoying the sight of her draped over his thigh.

She squirmed with heavy breaths until she realised that his grip was too strong and she wasn't going anywhere. For a while, James just sat and watched her, tugging her ever so slightly back into position without a word until she huffed and calmed down. His smirk grew evil, and his voice spoke softly.

"Good girl," he murmured, and Violet swallowed, her eyes wide with curiosity. Suddenly, his large hand pushed itself inside the grey joggers, sliding them down her smooth, buttery skin. The touch of his hand set off electric shocks, and she squirmed even more as she felt exposed and vulnerable, her ass completely on show except for her thong panties that she was still wearing from a couple days ago, a reminder of the night she was taken.

This was truly happening. She had hoped he was just going to scare her with the thought, threaten her that if she didn't do as she was told, the next time he really would punish her, and then send her back off to her room. but she was wrong again. In a split second, her thong was yanked down, and she truly was exposed, the cold air hitting her sensitive mound and her thighs pressing together as if to conceal herself somehow, but nothing could be hidden from him.

A firm tug on her hair kept her in place, and she yelped a little, swallowing a lump of saliva at the back of her throat as she felt his fingers trail up her leg across her smooth ass, laying there for what felt like minutes.

"Now you're going to tell me why I'm punishing you," he said smoothly, his voice low and dominant and serious, and Violet scoffed under her breath, trying to hide her face from her cheeks heating up. Was he still being serious? He was treating her like a child.

"Fuck you," she whispered, trying to keep her voice quiet so he wouldn't hear her, but the sharp tug on her hair yanked her head up in full view, her mouth opening wide with a wince indicating otherwise.

"I suggest you answer me, or this is going to be worse for you," he scolded, and she took a deep breath. She hadn't realised she was gripping onto her leg for support, and when he didn't drop her head from his craned position, she gave into his demand.

"Because I tried to run away," she squeaked, and James softly chuckled, the vibrations in his throat sounding close to her ear.

"That's right, you disobeyed me trying to escape like that, and now you need to be punished. Bad girls are punished and good girls are rewarded, and right now you need some serious discipline." His voice was husky and intimidating, and Violet was clinging to his every word.

"I'm going to spank you, and after each one, I want you to say thank you, sir," he ordered, and Violet snorted, shaking her head. She wasn't going to be defeated in this and subjected to this submissive behaviour.

"Yeah righ-Ahhh!" His hand came down in a loud smack, flesh on flesh, a burning sensation tingling straight away as his hand made contact with her bare ass, fingers gripping into the skin, and Violet jolted from the impact. The cold of the ring on his thumb dug into her flesh and left a distinctive mark. It was harsh and painful, like nothing she had ever felt before in her life. Her eyes immediately began to water, and she fought with every ounce of strength left in her body. but she should have learned from the first time James was too strong and had the upper hand here. With a swift motion, his foot pressed on her flattening hands on the carpet, a perfect polished dress shoe pressing into them to keep them still and out of his way. How he managed to so easily get her in this position, she didn't know, but she was stuck now. The thick soles dug into the backs of her hands, crushing every finger and bone.

Another smack came, and she winced, trying to lean forward away from his dangerous palm, and another tug on her hair meant he was waiting for something.

"I'm waiitng Violet," he warned, and she huffed. There was no way out of this except through it. With a quiet, grumpy voice, she said the words he was aching to hear.

"Thank you, sir." Another smack came immediately as her words were spoken and his lips pressed to her ear.

"I can't hear you," he teased. another smack, and Violet groaned, gritting her teeth together.

"Thank you, sir.".

James smirked, raising his hand and smacking it back down on her now-red ass. It didn't take long for it to heat up, with her skin warm and tender and the flesh turning bright red. It was tingling as if she had been burned with a hot pan, her flesh sensitive and fragile. After every spank, she spoke the words he wanted to hear, humiliation settling in early on in her punishment.

James was enjoying it too much, his cock turning hard beneath the tightness of his pants and his body heating up under his suit. The pain in her hands was nowhere near the same as her swollen ass, and the spanks just kept coming. She eventually settled into his leg, allowing her discipline to be administered thoroughly and consistently. There was a lone tear in the corner of her eye, and she sniffled it away, wincing as the last few spanks were the most painful. Her ass felt like it had been set on fire, the feeling almost turning numb to the point where even a gentle touch was too harsh for her.

She thought it was over when Unitl James proceeded to end with a nonstop string of spanks, one after another, as he scolded her further. 

"So when I tell you, Violet, that you're not to escape and that if you do, I will punish you again, even more than this, are you going to do as you told me?" He asked, staring down at her, and she whimpered, pulling at his grip for release.

"Yes," she cried out, but he wasn't satisfied, and he kept on spanking her.

"Yes, what?" he gritted.

"Yes, sir," she assumed, was the phrase he wanted to hear, and she was finally right about something. He grinned heavily, fighting the urge to slip his hand further down. He'd love to feel her sensitive mound, dip his fingers into her slick pussy, and tease her some more, but this was a punishment, not a reward.

"Are you going to be a good girl and obey me?" He raised a brow, tilting his head slightly even though she couldn't see him, but she nodded her head fast. In the time it took him to get her into position and administer the spanking, she was like putty in his hands. Her fighting spirit had run off and left behind a submissive brat in need of discipline and order. She was broken, and he was pleased.

Violet had never thought she'd let a man break her down like this and succumb her to this whimpering, obedient girl, letting him take order and control over her. She was a strong woman in her day-to-day life, always getting what she wanted. but in minutes she was forced down and made to surrender, and James found every second of it thrilling and arousing.

"Good girl" He placed his hand on her ass, his now gentle touch giving her ass a sting even as he barely touched her. He stayed still for a moment, watching as she caught her breath, brought herself back to reality as she clawed her way out of subspace, and wiggled under him. He finally released the pressure of his foot from her hands, bringing back the blood and feeling to her fingers. She flexed them, although the pain was worse when she did that, and James shuffled to pull up her pants and joggers, covering up her disciplined ass. 

With a tug, he yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back as she stared into his dark oceaon eyes, a gasp escaping with a stutter as she looked up.

"Now let's get you back where you belong.".

Chapter 7

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[brunossan]

RWBY JAUNE WITCH HUNTER AU

Part 3: Jaune and The Girls

*in the Last Episode, Jaune Arc discovered that Witches have a way to find their mates by seeing a certain light in someone's eyes. Now, this Witch Hunter apprentice is The mate of 4 Witches: Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna and Weiss Schnee.*

*Now, The Narrator is gonna let Jaune tell How he is right now. After all, in The time of this AU, one week has passed.*

Jaune: Hum... I am supposed to read something?

*no, Jaune. Just Tell me, How this week has been.*

Jaune: Oh! Its... Been great. Im living pretty well actually.

*So They are treating you well?*

Jaune: I mean... In their own way. *Blushes.*

*If you do not feel ashamed, Tell me. How They are with you?*

Jaune: Can i Tell in Order? *The Narrator nods* Ok. I Will start with Ruby. She is gentle, kind and Very cute. And she loves weapons. Like, a lot!

flashback on

Ruby: Here, right here. *She shows her scythe to Jaune, focusing on The Blade* You see? Its getting blind.

Jaune: Blind?

Ruby: It means The Blade is getting Weaker. But with my Magic, i can revigorate It. *she uses her wand and The Blade is shining like New* See? Good as New!

Jaune: That's Very cool!

Flashback off

Jaune: And that night i discovered that It also affects organic things.

flashback on

Jaune: *panting, no clothes on bed* Ruby... Please... No more... Its been 6 times already... The others are gonna get angry...

Ruby: *on top of him, with a grinning Smile* Well, I was the one to bring you here. And I convinced Yang that you would Last The entire night in my First time so...

*she Takes her wand and touches The tip of his Dick with It. Without any further Warning, The massive dong rises again, Ruby smiling in a pervert way, while Jaune looks terrified.*

Ruby: Get ready for more 4 rounds of riding.

Flashback off

Jaune: Yeah... Ruby can be cute and kind. But in bed... I must pray to survive her lusy.

*And The other girls?*

Jaune: Oh, yeah. Well, Blake is like a cat. She is serious, acts like Nothing matters but... She has a Very cute and needy Side too.

Flashback on

Jaune: Is that... Cat ears?

Blake: Yep. *Reading an erotic book, sitting by his Side in The couch* I use to hide them in a bow, as Its a way Witch Hunters finds either Witches like me or Familiars.

*Jaune looks at her cat ears, an urge growing Inside of him. Blake notices his looks, grabbing its hand and putting it in her Head.*

Blake: Listen. If you ever Tell anyone that i like being petted, i Will turn you into a Frog And dissecate you. Got It?

Jaune: ... I got It.

Blake: Good. Now you can pet me.

*Jaune moves his Hand in Blake's Head, patting her. The Black haired girl then lets a small and cute purr, while clinging in The Blonde one*

Blake: You know, you have a good talent with hands.

Jaune: I was the best at polishing armors and giving massages in The academy.

Blake: Massages? *She lays in his lap, letting her back visible to him, smiling in a smug way* The girls Will take her time to Go back, so How about you give me a special massage?~

*Jaune gulps, as he looks at her back and butt. He looks around, trying to see If They are truly alone. Suddenly, his neck is pulled by a Black cat tail, making him get on top of Blake's back, his crotch near her butt. She smiles as she feels his bulge grows beetween her buttcheeks*

Blake: Oh, so you are Anxious for that~

Flashback off

Jaune: Blake is The boldest of them all. And likes to take risks. Different of Weiss. Weiss is... A princess. She is Very bossy and its on Command of everything. But there's The thing. She... Knows How to motivate everyone.

Flashback on.

*Jaune is swordfighting with Weiss in The forest, The girl overpowering him with its Rapier. Suddenly, with a fast cut, Weiss disarmed him, slicing its rusty armor in half. Jaune drops his Sword, putting his hand up*

Jaune: I surrender.

Weiss: Good. *she makes her Sword disappear* Its Very rare for a Witch Hunter to surrender.

Jaune: Im not totally a Witch Hunter, you know.

Weiss: Yes That's why i Said It, dolt. *she cleans her hands*. You need to improve If you wanna have a chance against me. Or anyone.

Jaune: I got it... *He turns around, going towards The house.*

Weiss: Where are you going?

Jaune: Im tired. I wanna rest. *he bumps into an Ice wall* ouch!

Weiss: You are not tired. I can Sense it. Come here and Tell me what's wrong.

Jaune: Im saying im Fine! Its not enough?

*Weiss opens its arms, Jaune dont understanding any of this. Suddenly, an Ice Pillar pushes him towards her, The girl embracing The taller One in a gentle hug.*

Jaune: W-weiss what are you doing? *He asks as he blushes, his Head in her chest*

Weiss: People used to treat you harsh, right? And your calming mechanism... Was hiding. Lying that you are tired Just for staying alone... *She touches his hair, stroking it.* And crying.

Jaune: I dont cry. Im Fine.

Weiss: Jaune... *She pulls him down, making him knee* You know that a week has passed and The light didnt faded away, right?

Jaune: ... Yeah.

Weiss: So dont be afraid of crying on my shoulder when you want to. Ok? You are my mate, our mate. And... I wont think you are weak If you show me your feelings.*

*Jaune Arc stopped resisting The hug and started letting himself be embraced by Weiss arms, all while sunking its Head in her shoulders and, in silence, letting The tears flow. Weiss stroked his hair, while thinking that Maybe They werent so different after all.*

Flashback off

Jaune: I like that she is The Ice Witch but gives me The warmest hugs. Even in bed. Her favourite position is anyone where she can hold in me. In my opinion, i think she is The most clingy.

*I see that your Relationship with them has improved. But i have a question for you. And Yang? You still didnt talked about her.*

Jaune: Oh. Yang. Of course. Well... She is... Difficult. Very difficult. I dont think she likes me much. In fact we still didnt did... Anything. *Sigh* I still think she wants to Crush me.

*I as The Narrator knows everything. However, i cant Tell you much. All i can Tell to you its to be patient. Because you still need to Dig deeper Into her Heart.*

Jaune: Can you give me some advice?

*Unfortunally, only on next episode. Also, If someone wants to know something more about this séries, The Askbox and The comments are always open. See you later.*

*To be Continued...*

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[joshhere911]

Some personal saiki headcanons !!! (Mostly stim related ! )

saiki stims . Its very minutely , but i believe his stims center mostly around his hands cus yk most of his powers come from his hands, but its also bc of that his powers come from his hands that he tries Not to stim in fear that it might accidentally active a power

I think, like kusuke , his fingers do a sort of drumming and tapping but unlike kuusuke he keeps his hands down and mostly out of sight !

he's suuper embarrassed by it, so maybe he uses a mild hypnosis on himself so it appears like his hands are prim and perfect and straight Or: his fingers drum too fast that they are perceived normal when rlly theyre just too fast to notice that theyre going too fast yk ?

I like to think that for times when he reaches his limits or his emotions are getting the best of him, he pretends to sleep and astral projects so he can safely stim Bigger . Just saiki stimming !!

I think he probably most definitely does it more around nendou . Yes this correlates with my ramble where him and nendou are like destined besties I DONT CARE THEY ARE SILLY !! He probably puts in less effort to cover up his finger drumming and maybe even gives his legs little wiggles and overly straightens his clothes too often (both from paranoia of look unkempt and a need for stimulation)

Nendou DEFinitely notices, bc hes perceptive but clueless , and he definitely gives saiki some stim toys . Some are more yk loud and attract attention, but others are more subtle for his fingers to fiddle with and get more sensory . Saiki prefers to stick with the smaller ones but in sillier moments he uses the eye catching ones (he always makes sure hes alone . Most of the time hes in the bathroom (bc yk paranoia of cameras in his room and stuff bc kusuke <3) )

Nendou also definitely unintentionally helps saiki stim !! Nendou does "partner stims" with saiki, which include grabbing his hands and moving them around or grabbing saiki and pulling him into a bone crushing hug (saiki doesnt reciprocate it at all but it doesnt stop nendo . saiki appreciates the added weight, even if it just feels like a bag of oranges on his body), fiddling with his fingers or poking st saikis face and shoulders , and just generally bothering him . Saiki doesnt bother to stop it, not only because nendo is impossibly stubborn but also bc he gets the stimulation he needs without having everyone looking at Him and instead looking st Nendou and thinking "why is this guy doing all that for ??"

Eventually, his friends catch on and stsrt doing it as well!! Maybe its a little miscommunication because yk saiki never talks and nendou is an idiot, so some think its stimming(peobably psykickers and whoever akechi rambles to) while others believe its saiki accepting more touch (everyone else)

Kaidou starts with fiddling with one or two of saikis fingers, and when hes in JBW mode he squeezes saikis shoulder but typically keeps his hands off him because hes worried the black best power in his arm might hurt saiki . Or something

Hairo tries to get saiki into more critical thinking games or more physical activities, he doesn't necessarily touch him other than his usual go to (hand on shoulder) but he believes saiki has energy thst needs an output . Saiki reluctantly obliges .

Teruhashi seems like the type to become more touchy with saiki, but she is actually the one who recognizes that its a more stim behavior . Shes the most perfect pretty girl, she Has to know why her classmate is more accepting of stimulating motions lately !! In the end, nothing really changes, but she does recognize that her horde of fans and the noise they bring bother saiki, so she tries to keep them away as much as possible when she goes up to him

Aren starts roughousing with him, bc he Also has a lot of energy that needs an output . Saiki doesnt mind, he could easily overpower him, so he tries his best to be gentle with him . And Try he does LMAO but that just makes Kubo' more riled up until theyre both limp on the ground. Saiki hasnt broken a sweat . His face is towards the ground though, legs tangled with Kubo's whose face is also facing the ground and panting and exhausted . Theyre both smiling idiots .

Saiko brings him shiny stuff , stuff visually appealing to the eye that is easy to mess around with to look at . Chiyo brings in snacks for him to try that are similar to coffee jelly, trying to get him to "branch out" of his safe food . Mera, at the cafe, makes sure hes more secluded so he feels safe to stim more in public places .

The psikickers treat him normally ! Akechi goes on his long rambles, sometimes choosing to do topics relating to saikis stimming, toritsuka is still a perv but makes sure no ghosts are harmed when saiki astral peojects (they never are, he just likes making sure that the ghosts he gets info from are still okay), and aiura still calls him babe and looks at the future . They are the same compared to everyone else adjusting to saikis needs of stimulation, and that provides saiki comfort and even helps him when he gets overwhelmed with everyones change .

(He never admits it, but the adjustment in his friends truly does loosen him up and lower his gaurd . Not as good as an electric shock i bet, but infinitely better than calling kusuke to have him shock saiki . )

Finally moving away from stimming !! My bad i wasnt expecting my brain to run away from me :D

Saiki definitely has a couple beauty marks . Due to his mind control making him appear normal nobody notices for a Hot Minute, but the moment his gaurd goes Slightly lower, there they are . Theres one near his lip and his cheek , and probably 2 on his neck.

Beauty marks are SO pretty he deserves it

I think he also deserves a bit of pudge too, just a softness to his arms belly and thigh area . Especially after the volcano, when he no longer has to train so much to stop it and with all the coffee jelly he ests on a regular

His friends have a kuniharu hate club . Send tweet

Saiki is a Very avid listener when it comes to his friends . This is technically canon, considering the whole dark reunion thing with kaido and saiki following the storyline, but still ! Sometimes they find it a little freaky that he remembers conversations from a yesr or two prior from when they were letting their mouth run out of boredom and saiki at the time seemed a little annoyed but not walking away, but overall find it endearing . Its just saiki being a tsundere as usual <3

(Its mainly cause his friends stories and useless rambling are better to focus his telepathy on rather than the gajillion other voices in his 200m radius. He doesnt really want to listen to then, but sometimes everyone else is So annoying and if Kaidou starts rambling to him about the dark reunion rules or where they are in the storyline , then he will gladly listen to him intently and try to block out everyone not important) (and if that helps him choose gifts, then so be it)

Saiki hates spending the night at other peoples houses !! He tries to avoid it as much as possible, because sleeping in an unfamiliar neighborhood and unfamiliar voices in his head, is not as comforting as one thinks . He would rather be wary of cameras he Knows are there, than be wary of cameras he Doesnt know are there . If there are any . He cant risk it !!

#saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #kusuo saiki #saiki no psi nan #saiki #saiki headcanons #stimming #a LOT of stimming #my bad most of this is about stimming #my brain thought of the first one and it proceeded to brain rot for another hour #need saiki with beauty marks #wait !! im an artist !! I could make saiki w beauty marks !! #i love saiki and his friends #i mention nendo too much #nendou saiki k #nendou riki

[isthlsfate]

*ೃ༄ That’s All Right

warnings: LONG, tooth rotting fluff, slight swearing, time skips, mentions of the colonel, smut (mdni!)

pairing: 50s elvis presley/austin!elvis x black reader

word count: 2.3k+

*:･ﾟ✧ 07.59

“(y/n), i don’t usually do this but i need ya to perform tonight.”

at the sound of her boss’s words she drops the dishes she was washing, flinching at the loud “clank!” they make. (y/n) quickly dries her hands off and heads up to the front where she had heard his voice come from.

“m’sorry, alonzo, i-i don’t think i heard ya right.” she stutters, resting her arms on the bar counter. alonzo chuckles, taking one last look at the club before giving her his full attention.

“ya did, sweetheart. i’m expectin’ a big crowd tonight and i don’t have enough entertainment.”

the brown skinned girl opens and closes her mouth in disbelief, “why not have b.b. perform twice? or w-what about lil’ richard?”

the elder of the two gives (y/n) a stern and knowing look.

“ya tryna tell me this ain’t somethin’ you’ve been dreamin’ of?”

she sighs, glaring at the elder man before nodding nonetheless.

alonzo lets out a noise of contentment and pulls her in for a hug.

“go on upstairs and get changed, we’ll be openin’ soon.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

as usual, the club handy crowd was huge and lively. (y/n) sat at the bar taking small sips of her drink, attempting to ease her nerves.

she wasn’t used to being out in the open like this, usually hidden away in the back washing dishes. every now and then she couldn’t help herself and she’d sneak to the front, perched behind the bar jamming along to the soulful rhythm and blues of big mama thornton, b.b king, sister rosetta thorpe and artists alike.

her heart pounded in her ears as she eagerly awaited her turn to wow the crowd.

“let’s dance, honey. get those jitters outta ya.” b.b’s voice sounds beside her, causing her to jump in her seat. she visibly relaxes at the sight of him, taking his outstretched hand without hesitation.

b.b. guides her into the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, doing a little shimmy to encourage her. (y/n) lets out a giggle, following in his footsteps.

its not long before she forgets the feeling of anxiety and angst, moving along the floor as if no one else was there. the electric feel of lil’ richard’s voice overpowers her, her body taking over and her head running empty. she spins around, wiggles, and shimmies.

the song soon changes from upbeat to the sensual, fervent kind she’s used to, her body becoming one with the rhythm.

she doesn’t even truly notice as a pair of arms snake around her waist, a warm body filling in behind her and following her movements.

(y/n) spins around in the strong arms and faces the stranger, her right leg wrapping around his waist as he step backwards, swaying their hips.

“you ain’t b.b.” she smiles, allowing the person to turn her around once again, her back against his front as they continue swaying.

the raven haired male lets out a sultry chuckle, his lips touching her ear as he speaks.

“don’t sound so disappointed.”

“do i know ya?”

“would ya like to?”

she tuts, pulling away, both intrigued and unsettled by his quick yet smooth responses.

his touch remains on her, the two of them still dancing softly, seeming to forget their surroundings.

“what’s your name, stranger?” the brown skinned girl smirks, moving her hips in a way that make her look even more irresistible.

“elvis.” he can’t stop himself from pulling her closer again, needing to feel her velvety skin against his, “what about you, doll?”

“it’s (y-“

“(y/n)! you’re up!” alonzo pushes through the crowd, his eyes widening a bit at the sight before him before quickly returning to normal.

the younger woman nods, bidding elvis one last look before rushing towards the stage.

she stands before the crowd with sweaty palms, her once calm and collected aura now tainted with fear and anxiety.

b.b., who she had lost in the midst of dancing now sat stage left with his guitar, giving her a thumbs up and a huge grin.

she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and gives him the cue to start.

“mmm, black snake crawlin’ in my room” ♪

her voice entrances the crowd, like a siren in the middle of the sea. her confidence boosts at the stunned silence of the group, her hips starting to sway along.

her body was on fire, a tingling sensation rushing from her toes up to the tip of her nose.

she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be okay with not performing in front of a crowd again.

she especially couldn’t stand the thought of not performing in front of a crowd with that elvis standing in it.

she could feel his sapphire eyes burning holes into her skin, she fought hard not to look right back at him.

it was like he was enthralled by her, she wasn’t sure if he’d even blinked this entire time.

by the time her song was coming to a close, the young folk of the group had begun dancing just as she had been dancing before, bodies rubbing against bodies, even a few kisses being shared here and there.

nothing in her life could ever live up to this moment.

b.b. strums a little solo at the end of the song and then rises up, giving the female a huge hug and joining in on the multitude of cheers from the crowd.

(y/n) steps down, immediately earning congratulations from alonzo and other fellow employees.

she smiles in thanks but her mind is only half focused on them as her eyes scan the room for her raven haired brute.

“ya didn’t tell me you could sing, sugar.”

the girl grins at the sound of his voice and the feel of his body heat behind her, spinning around to meet his dark gaze.

“ya didn’t ask.”

elvis grins back, grabbing her hand and tugging her further away from the crowd, who had begun to indulge in another performance.

“(y/n)’s a beautiful name.” he tells her, smile deepening at the little scrunch of her nose.

“elvis ain’t so bad either.” she jokes, her eyes searching his face for any sign of discontent at her faux idiocy towards his popularity.

truth be told she recognized him as soon as their eyes met, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of being drooled all over like the other women did.

the blue eyed male only laughs.

“so you can sing, you can dance, what else?”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

four months later!

alonzo had given (y/n) the day off, so after taking a small stroll around beale street in the early hours of the morning, she decided to relax in her room atop club handy.

her radio lowly hummed the tune of ella fitzgerald’s “blue skies” as she rearranged her closet, her feet moving along to the rhythm.

she’s so caught up in the music and the task at hand that she doesn’t hear the room door open, nor the footsteps coming near her.

at the feeling of hands grabbing her waist she lets out a scream, immediately swinging at the person only for her arm to be caught.

“whoa baby, it’s just me.”

“damnit, elvis! ya almost gave me a heart attack. did alonzo tell ya i was up here?”

the raven haired male chuckles, making himself comfortable on her bed.

“he didn’t have to, you’re always cooped up in here if ya ain’t doin’ dishes or performin’.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes, turning her radio down slightly before welcoming herself on elvis’ lap.

“things with the colonel goin’ alright?”

the male sighs, “as alright as the colonel can be.”

he grabs her by the chin and makes her look up at him, his eyes searching her face. he smiles, watching her nose crinkle as it always did when he did something to make her shy.

elvis was glad to have met her when he did. despite the tough, mellow man facade he put up, his up and coming fame was beginning to take a toll on him.

it was nice to stop by club handy and visit his girl, get a taste of reality for a little while.

(y/n) jumps off his lap abruptly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he watches with curious eyes as she scurries back over to her radio and turns the dial, the volume increasing.

at the first sound of his own voice playing through the speaker, he falls back onto the bed with a groan.

his girl only giggles, rushing to his side and pulling him up.

“well it’s down at the end of lonely street, at heartbreak hotel.” ♪

she sings, her lips puckered as she tries to copy his signature smolder.

she bounces on her tippy toes, making faces at elvis, coaxing him to join her. it’s not long before he does.

(y/n) watches in adoration as the music swallows him, just as it does her. she could watch him perform day and night.

elvis notices her staring as he backs her towards the bed, still singing along. he gently pushes her down and climbs atop her, his hands holding her face.

“i’ll be so lonely, i could die.” ♪

he sings in a hushed voice before capturing her lips in a kiss.

(y/n) lets out a soft moan, her hands roaming his body as he grinds his hips into hers.

elvis kisses down her neck, unbuttoning her blouse in the process, lips following quickly after his fingers.

he stops below her belly button and lifts up, connecting their lips once again.

“i-im ready, e.” the sound of his sweet girl’s words cause his breath to catch in his throat. he backs away from her a little to look her sternly in her eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

“are ya sure, doll? we don’t have to.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes, “i been sure since the day we first danced, elvis. just been waiting for the right time.”

“oh really?” the male teases, unbuttoning his black lace shirt in the process. his girl only nods, her attention focused on exploring his body with her eyes.

elvis flips them so that they’re facing one another, his hands gently pulling down her panties and pants altogether.

she whimpers at the cold air grazing against her now bare body, her hands grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss.

the raven haired male pulls his own pants down before he lifts her leg over his hip, his tip teasing her entrance and eliciting a sigh from the both of them.

with a deep thrust he enters her, reveling in the sounds that leave her lips. he kisses all along her face, whispering words of praise.

his hips pick up in speed, his own moans leaving his lips as he feels himself nearing his climax.

he opens his eyes at the soft touch of (y/n)’s hands grabbing his face, tears brimming her eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. of all the sights he’s seen her, this one had just become his favorite.

“i love you, elvis.”

those four words send him over the edge, his lips sloppily meeting hers as his thrusts get sharper, his load spilling inside her. he keeps his pace, bringing her to her own orgasm, his kisses swallowing her moans.

elvis buries his head in her neck, not quite ready to leave her just yet. he places gentle pecks along her sweaty skin.

“i love ya too, darlin’.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

*:･ﾟ✧ 02.60

“calm down now, alonzo! i still wanna have my independence, i’ll come in an’ work whenever ya call me.”

“i know, it just ain’t gonna be the same without ya living here, honey.” the elder man pulls (y/n) in for a hug, careful not to squeeze her too tight due to her growing bump.

she glances over at elvis when the two of them pull away, a small smile adorning her face at his fond expression. he knew asking her to move to graceland with him would be a huge step, alonzo had damn near raised her.

he was beyond grateful to her for making his dreams come true and saying yes. the house was cold and lonely without the warmth of his mother. he had fired the colonel soon after her passing, but there was still a lot of damage to be fixed and it felt easier with her right by his side.

“i never took ya for such a sap.” she teases alonzo, welcoming the warm embrace of her boyfriend who had scurried over to them.

“y’all get on now! tell your daddy “hi” for me, elvis.”

“yes, sir.” the raven haired male salutes, grabbing (y/n)’s hand and leading her out to his cadillac.

once she’s settled in he rushes to the driver side, sitting down and taking a minute to admire her beauty.

“stop starin’.” she deadpans, her nose scrunching.

elvis reaches forward and gives her a big kiss.

“i’ll stare all i want, you look damn gorgeous carryin’ my baby.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

the ride to graceland goes by shortly—elvis had sped a little, the excitement of showing his girl her new home taking over.

he opens the front door for her, eyes never leaving her frame as he watches her take in the home.

after some time, (y/n) turns to him, “where’s the radio?”

the blue eyed male laughs a genuine laugh, shocked at her question. he quickly grabs one from the kitchen and hands it to her, contemplating what she could possibly be doing.

she immediately switches it on, her eyes widening at the song playing.

“that’s all right mama, that’s all right for you” ♪

elvis groans, it’d be just his luck a song of his is the first to play.

(y/n) saunters over to him, a little shimmy in her step as she does so.

“can’t really dance to your version the way ya can mine.” she teases, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

elvis brushes his raven locks out of his face, a grin taking up his face.

“ya can’t even dance that way no more, lil’ mama. not with a lil presley in ya.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes but the smile on her face is apparent.

she rests her head on elvis’ shoulder and sways with him, reveling in the life and the man she had been so lucky to be gifted.

#austin!elvis x black!reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #austin butler #austin!elvis imagine #reader insert #50s #50s elvis

[corpsemakima]

detention ♡ getō suguru

★ ft club goer!getō x afab!reader. ❝ word count: 935. ⌕ contains: public sex, one-night stands. ⌦ a/n: i know it’s 2023 and song fics may no longer be popular but the beat of this song makes me want to give somebody a lap dance fr. title is by melanie martinez’s detention. ⇄ & ♥︎ appreciated!

baby, can you meet me tonight in detention?

you saw him across the crowd at the club. tonight, it’s more packed than usual and there’s warm and sweaty bodies everywhere but you pay no mind to them. you only has eyes for him, ever since he walked in with another boy and a girl. you remember hoping, wishing not to see them dance too close, too intimately, but it’s clear once the other girl’s under the neon lights that they’re merely friends, an almost sibling-like air about them.

you continue dancing like it’s nothing, like you don’t feel electricity cackling between your bodies and downs the shots in front of you like it’s your job. your body is on fire and you let yourself get swayed by the crowd, the bass boosted floor and the music filling your skull like sticky-honey.

you end up in his space unintentionally, you swear. he’s even prettier up close, with long black eyelashes and a smile that could end her right then and there so it’s not really your fault when you stand up on her tip-toes to kiss it. he’s just so irresistible, tasting like alcohol and sweet saliva.

‘‘you’re so pretty,’’ he whispers when you’re close enough, hands big and strong on the small on your back. he doesn’t seem to want to let go and you don’t want him to. ‘‘can i kiss you again?’’

you look at him through hooded eyes, already halfway there, meeting his lips again. lighting whips through your entire body, and it almost catches you off guard how much you want him all of a sudden. he’s so nice, having asked for permission to kiss you again but you want more.

so you grab him by the hand and guide him to a backroom that you know the club has, right next to the emergency exit. it’s even darker there but your pupils are so big that you don’t miss the mischievous smile he gifts you.

i can feel your blood pressure rise, fuck this tension.

‘‘is this okay?��’ you ask, suddenly going sheepish. he’s on you even before the question is finished, pushing his body against yours and dipping his head to kiss you again. his tongue licks at you in a way that makes the room spin.

you want him so much. you almost feels intoxicated by the thought, the feeling overpowering the air you’re breathing which is his—his arms, his hands, his lips. all around you and nowhere near you enough.

‘‘i... i want...’’ he rasps but you’re already palming at him through his jeans, your other hand crawling up his stomach under his shirt. you’re nodding even before the words are out of your mouth.

‘‘yes, please.’’

getō starts touching you through your clothes: your tits and waist. your dress ends up ridden around your stomach as he caresses your thighs and ass, teasing the tips of his fingers under your underwear so he can feel where ass meets thigh, your wet folds.

you try to gasp and release a breathe all at once. he grins against your mouth, pressing the length of his finger against you until he feels your heat give in.

‘‘please,’’ you says once more, breathlessly.

getō moans, palms at his belt until it gets past his ass so you can take his dick in hand and jerk him off. he feels hot and heavy against your fingers and you need him in you right now.

let me crawl up into your mind,

his body presses against yours once more, this time so he can hook your thigh around his waist. he lines himself up and pushes, your body hot and pliant with desire, sliding inside deep inside your wet pussy without a single hitch. your moan reverberates through both your chests.

‘‘fuck,’’ getō says, caging you against the wall behind you. he uses the leverage to thrust into you more, digging his nails into the pale and soft flesh of your thigh. he’d bite into it if he could.

‘‘yeah,’’ you say, clearly encouraging, grabbing at the baby hairs at the nape of his neck while he fucks you into the wall. he’s nice and strong, holding most of your weight up when your legs start to wobble and threaten to give in as you throws her head back and moan in pleasure. the music outside drowns almost everything else.

did i mention? pretending everything’s alright is detention.

‘‘you’re so hot, fuck,’’ he says while mouthing at the column of your neck, biting down hard when you squeeze especially tight inside. he’d mark you all up if he could but right now, his brain seems to be fizzling out with the hot and humid air around you. it’s so hot and sweaty inside this small room but he doesn’t care, thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

he knows to fuck faster when you reach a hand down to rub at yourself, swollen and pink and fucked out.

‘‘i’m coming,’’ you gasp as you pulse around his dick, tender and so, so wet. getō fucks you through it, his orgasm catching him off guard, almost violent as his whole body trembles with it.

you stay a moment like that, with him inside you, attempting to catch your breath. when you’ve both calmed down enough, he helps you back to your feet, stabilizing you with a hand on your waist. as if reminded, you smooth your dress down. his face is still very close to hers.

‘‘i’m suguru.’’

you tell him your name, breathless: ‘‘nice to meet you.’’

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