#he ain't paying attention tho

[gothiccmothie]

Healing takes time, like planning to inaugurate new establishments on the town. 🐱🇺🇸

#dialtown #mayor mingus #norm allen #paper bag man #his blush is out of limits! #he ain't paying attention tho #his ass is not listening!!! #what is she yapping about? #cutting taxes again? #maybe #maybe not #cat girl #corrupt #even

[strlingsav]

hear me out: team 141& female reader go to the bar post successful mission, everyone's a lil too drunk, she makes a move on ghost but he's like "ok uve had too much" (I dnt think he's rly drunk tho) and he brings her back to his room to take care of her, but hes like wait "I've always wanted you" THEN THE HOT AND STEAMY STUFF *ofc it's all consensual*

Ohhhhhhh yes, right up my alley 👀

Always

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Your Lieutenant confesses his feelings.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

It wasn't your idea to go out; it was never anyone but Soap that always suggested a pint at the bar around the corner. A run-down dive bar across the street from the base, where every soldier knew it was the best place for cheap drinks and entertainment.

It was the kind of place that belonged to the coarse, gruff men that chain-smoked and didn't want to go home sober. The kind that kept their eyes on you as you wandered in, before turning their interest back to the beer in front of them.

You shared a table with the squad. You were a bit hesitant to join them after hearing the stories Soap told about the place. The time he nearly had a dart thrown in his chest during a drunken game, or when he'd lost a lot of money during a pool match. Nonetheless, you'd been convinced, citing something like, "one time can't hurt".

It was filled with cigarette smoke, classic-rock, and the heavy smell of beer. Price lit up a cigar, puffing on it from the far end of the table. He seemed to enjoy the music and beer, not paying much attention to the ongoing conversation between you. Gaz and Soap had been ragging on each other, Ghost joining in when he felt it necessary.

Soap was already a few drinks in, pressuring you to keep up with him. You could, and did, though you knew you'd have to walk back afterward and thoroughly regretted the three you'd already had.

Ghost sat beside you, a hand around his glass of bourbon, quietly surveying the conversation, chiming in with a scoff or witty comment about Soap's intelligence every so often.

"You are not a Scotsman," You shook your head, watching the drunken man nod his head along to the guitar and drums from the speakers.

"Piss off," He sneered. "What are you on about?"

"You can't hold your liquor," You said back, leaning forward with a smug grin.

"And you can? I'm drinkin' you under the table."

"We're even," You rolled your eyes, sitting back. "'Sides, I'm savouring it."

"Shite's gettin' warm in your hand!" He exclaimed.

You narrowed your eyes, shooting the last of your beer back.

"Let's do a few shots, then. And grab me another beer."

His eyes lit up, a smirk on his face. "Now you're talkin' kid." He shuffled out of his seat, stumbling every so slightly as he headed toward the bar.

"He won't stop 'til he's ahead of ya," Ghost said, leaning into your ear.

You shivered. The timbre of his voice in your ear brought goosebumps to the surface of your skin. Looking over at him, you furrowed your brows, inspecting his eyes. Dark and void, no flecks of any other colour to be seen. They were deep and mesmerizing, a black hole ready to suck you in. You noticed you'd been staring longer than normal, pursing your lips before shifting your gaze.

"I know," You were distracted now with the image of Soap, carrying four shot glasses filled with a mysterious liquid. "It's fun to see him try though."

"More entertainin' watchin' him act like a git."

You grinned.

Price then announced he was heading out, mumbling, "I ain't in the mood for watchin' you drunks all night."

You'd bid him good night, but not before trying to convince him to stay. He'd resigned himself to a night in, drinking his expensive liquor, puffing his cigar in the privacy of his own office. He left with a short goodbye, warning the rest of you not to get out of control.

Soap set the shots down, handing you yours with a polite smile.

"Think we should cheers," He said, sitting down. His speech was now obviously slurring. "To another fuckin' mission finished, and to gettin' back home, away from you fuckers."

You shrugged, colliding your glass with his, before tipping it back and letting it slide down your throat. You shut your eyes, swallowing harshly, nearly choking on the burn in your chest.

"Jesus," You were hoarse, a strangled sound leaving your lips. You recognized the flavour of the drink- vodka. "Nasty."

You sat back, your eyes scanning the bar. It was getting harder to see straight- ghost trails and lazy blinks disrupting your vision. A deep breath in did nothing to clear your head, but damn did it feel good.

"Here," He handed you the second.

You hadn't quite recovered from the first, still feeling it sitting in your throat. Your ribs shifted with a heavy inhale, desperately trying to swallow the liquid fire. Your eyes landed on Soap, an amused grin across his face, though you'd already gulped down the shot before he could say anything.

He chased his shot with the beer in front of him, a grimace across his face- the same as yours. It hit you within a few minutes, only exacerbating the way everything seemed to blur together.

It felt great. Fucking great, to drink, relax, unwind. Have fun, for the first time in months. Dress in something other than fatigues and twenty pounds of equipment. To shower and brush your teeth with running water. You'd finally de-tangled your hair, appreciated the sweet smell of deodorant, worn makeup. You were reminded of it by Gaz, when he commented that your face looked "different" from the usual.

Your head turned, catching Ghost's eyes on the way by, and you smiled softly. It was unintentional, nearly uncontrollable at this point in the evening. He averted his gaze.

You'd always thought highly of him, respected him. You had to. But the causal dress brought out a different side of him, a side that had a sense of humour and didn't mind listening to the back and forth between yourself and Soap. A side you wouldn't mind seeing more often. He wasn't just your Lieutenant now, and your drunken self had taken note of that.

You squinted, trying to imagine the face beneath the mask. His eyes were alluring on their own, and your cheeks flushed at the thought of just how handsome he probably was.

You'd let your guard down, after so long of denying the fact that you were attracted to him, you'd admitted it to yourself. You knew you were digging yourself into a hole, unsure how you'd function while working with him, how you'd ever leave the attraction behind and behave in a strictly professional manner.

It was more difficult to think about drunk than it was while sober. While sober, you could pretend his voice didn't awaken a thrumming in your chest, or that you definitely didn't like the way his fatigues fit his body. But drunk- it was a different story. You'd had your eyes all over him, uncaring and indifferent to whether he noticed or not.

It came with urgency, a giggle bubbling up before you could stop it. It was just another urge you couldn't quite hold in. You'd been studying him, and only when he turned to you, did you realize it. You'd been caught.

"What's funny?" He asked, raising a brow.

You waved your hand, trying to dismiss his question, nearly knocking your empty beer bottle off the table. You caught it with a clumsy hand, pushing it out of reach and clutching your full drink to your chest.

"Lightweight," Soap announced, the usual shit-eating grin on his face.

"Fuck off, Johnny."

"You're a mean drunk, kid."

"I'm not drunk." You noticed that your own speech was slurring now. Your mouth particularly difficult to control, short bursts of giggles exploding without warning. "Okay," You nodded slowly. "Just a bit."

Soap laughed, a loud, boisterous laugh that made you wince. He'd also indulged a bit too much, his cockiness making an unexpected appearance.

"Let's win us a game of pool," Soap said, turning to Gaz.

"I'm not giving you any money," Gaz answered, following close behind as the two made their way to the tables.

You sighed heavily, relishing in the feeling of not being in control. Letting go, falling into the drunken stupor you'd gotten yourself into. It was cathartic. Especially after a gruelling mission.

You turned your attention to Ghost, your head tilting up to look at him.

"Just you and me, Loot," You pursed your lips. "Tell me your war stories."

"Don't have any interesting enough." He took another sip, his lips wet with liquor. You could hardly tear your eyes away.

"Bullshit," You grinned.

He shrugged it off, licking the leftover liquid from his mouth. You'd see his lips before, seen the stubble that lined his chin. You knew he was handsome.

"You should take off the mask," You said, still very intrigued.

"Why's that?" He asked, his gaze flickering between your lips and eyes.

"You're handsome. Not sure why you hide it," You popped a cashew in your mouth from the communal bowl on the table.

"I know. That ain't why I wear it," He said. His eyes fell to the cashews in your hand. "Shouldn't eat those."

You stopped your chewing, furrowing your brows as you set the remaining cashews back in the bowl. He was right; by the looks of it they were old- you hadn't noticed with the blurry haze of liquor distorting your vision.

"Always looking out," You grinned sheepishly. "It's alright to take a night off."

"Not when you're pissed," He commented.

You scowled, "I'm not pissed- I'm tipsy. At the most, a bit drunk." Your tone was harsher than intended.

"You're pissed," He nodded.

"You're deflecting. We were talking about how handsome you are."

"No we weren't," He said, swallowing another gulp.

"Okay," You sighed. Admittedly, it was taking a lot of brain power to follow the conversation. "I was talking about it."

He nodded. "You usually so irritatin' when you're in the bag?"

"Are you usually such a prude?" You snapped.

He shook his head, hiding the grin on his lips with a sip from his glass. You were far too drunk to notice. You wondered if maybe you were a mean drunk, suddenly feeling irrationally guilty for talking to your lieutenant that way.

"I'm sorry," You sighed, desperately wanting to lay your head down on the table, bury your face in your arms and hide your embarrassment.

"It's nothin'." He looked amused.

"I'm sure you're not a prude," You said, eyes wide with concern.

"Far from it."

You raised your brows, suddenly intrigued. Sitting up straight, you shifted to face him entirely.

"I've never seen that side of you."

"No reason to."

"I mean," You swallowed the cold beer, setting it down before staring up at him with narrowed eyes. "I could give you a reason."

Your focus was unrelenting as you scanned his face, searching for any hint of an interested expression. He was unreadable- likely due to the liquor in your bloodstream- and it frustrated you. Now, deeply under the influence, you were irritated and aroused.

"Don't think you know what you're sayin'," His eyebrows dipped in, an unimpressed expression in his eyes.

He'd never seen you in your civilian clothes, or with lipstick on. His mouth had gone dry when he first saw you walk into the bar, not surprising given the tightness in his chest anytime you'd brush past him, compliment him, even say his name. It was unavoidable, especially now, watching you lean in, your inhibitions lowered.

He felt his blood run cold, warmth settling in his groin when your eyes lazily flipped over to look at him, your hand under your chin. You had a coy smile on your face, like you didn't know exactly what you did to him, and he'd be a damn liar if he didn't admit it turned him on even more.

"I know exactly what I'm saying." Your eyes narrowed at him, a short huff of amusement leaving your nose.

He wanted to believe it was true; he'd been around enough drunken soldiers to know that whatever was said usually had some truth to it. He just couldn't imagine a woman like yourself wanting to be attached to a person like him. You were too good; too righteous. Too loyal, trusting. Sometimes it drove him crazy, other times he cherished how much faith you put in him.

"Think you've had enough for the night."

He finished his drink, setting it down. He licked his lips.

"Maybe," You nodded.

Your head was fuzzy, and it was hard to see straight. Reasonably, you knew it was time to call it. You'd pay for it in the morning if you didn't.

"C'mon," He said, nodding his head, urging you to step out of the booth. "We'll head back to base."

You didn't fight him. Your hand reached the table for support as you stood up, missing the empty beer bottle by an inch. Ghost grabbed your arm, an innocent touch that your drunken state turned into something more; a premonition.

You turned back to look at him, a coy smile- even drunk, you were a bit embarrassed to be so clumsy in front of your Lieutenant.

Your arm wrapped around Ghost's as you headed out of the bar, discretely feeling the hard bicep that was hidden beneath the black jacket he was wearing. You squeezed gently, hoping he wouldn't feel your groping. He knew, he could feel your fingers moving, the heat of your palm over his arm. He couldn't help but look over at you, an expression of bliss on your face, eyes half shut.

You made small talk, the night air sobering you up a bit as you wandered across the street. The flickering streetlights made him look even more intimidating than usual, casting a shadow over his eyes, his tall form towering over you. You were aware now of just how close you were to him; you were surprised he'd let you hold his arm, but glad he did. You were somewhat afraid you'd wander off and end up sleeping in a ditch, but mostly you liked how warm he was, how good he felt under your hand.

You knew when he walked you inside that it wasn't the direction of your bunk.

"I'm over there," You pointed.

"You're stayin' with me," He said resolutely. "Can't have you chokin' on your own vomit."

You frowned, "Fair point."

As he let you into his quarters, you were overwhelmed with just how much it smelled like him. A bit of vanilla, cedar, cigarettes. It was almost suffocating, seeping into your senses until you were filled only by him. It was intimate, breathing the same air he lived in. He'd allowed you inside, allowed you to see his most personal space. You took a deep breath at the overwhelming revelation.

Your eyes scanned the room, cataloguing the belongings inside. There weren't many personal items; no photographs or books. Hardly any evidence that he lived there. It was barren, aside from the furniture. You knew him, knew he didn't live like you did. He didn't have family back home that waited for him with loving arms and smiles. He had no reason to frame photos of the people he had loved before.

You stood in the centre of the room, still taking in the environment, sobering up even more when he appeared with a T-shirt and water bottle in hand.

"Here," He said, holding them out to you.

"Is that yours?" You asked, looking over the T-shirt.

He nodded.

You were flustered now, the drunkenness having mostly worn off, your demeanour did a one-eighty once you realized where you'd ended up. Your Lieutenant's room, alone. It was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of, to confess to every single thing you'd ever thought about him. But you couldn't blame it on being drunk anymore, not when you could feel the embarrassment of what you'd said earlier, and mostly regretted it.

"Thank you."

"Y'can change in there," He nodded his head in the direction of the bathroom.

You did, discarding your jacket, shirt and pants. You slid the shirt over your head. It reached the middle of your thighs, a comical look that made you smile at yourself in the mirror. You chugged the water bottle and pulled your hair from your face before leaving the bathroom.

His eyes landed on you, his heart picking in his chest up when he saw you wearing nothing but his shirt. Relaxed, like you were home. It was undeniably arousing. Like you were branded, marked by him. He tried to ignore it, ignore the way your bare feet across his floor sounded so comforting, the way you so willingly wore his clothes, thought nothing of wearing your damn panties around him. He felt something primal clawing at his chest, scratching its way up his throat.

"How you feelin'?" He asked, settling for a nonchalant question, something innocent so you wouldn't suspect he was practically trembling with desire, to touch you- taste you. He took a seat in the chair across the room.

You stepped over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

"Mostly sober," You breathed out, a small smile on your face. "Sorry, if I said anything out of line."

He nodded; no answer, a nerve-racking response on its own, but his eyes avoided yours. You pushed past the topic, not wanting to dwell on the actions of your drunken self.

"I can sleep on the floor, if you have an extra blanket?" You offered.

He shook his head, "Take the bed. Don't sleep much anyways."

"Why not?" You asked.

"Never have. Too much goin' on in my head."

"Stop thinking for once," You teased.

He inhaled, still slightly distracted by the sight of you, your bare thighs, the shirt inching up as you moved up the bed.

"If only," He replied.

"What keeps you up at night, L.T.?" You asked, a grin of amusement on your face.

You, he wanted to say. You, and your fucking smile. The cadence of your voice, the feeling in his gut he got whenever he felt you next to him, watched you when you weren't looking.

"Paperwork," He teased- though his face showed no evidence of a joke.

You were quiet for a minute, shifting your gaze around the room before returning to his eyes. You smiled, changing the topic again when you concluded he really didn't want to talk about it.

"Thanks for taking care of me tonight."

"You're my responsibility."

Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach; had he felt responsible for you? Had he only let you cling to him out of obligation? Given you his shirt because it was his duty?

"Oh," You nodded. Your voice was weak, but you tried to hide your disappointment behind a small smile. "Always watching out."

"For you, yeah."

Your gaze narrowed. You wondered if you were still drunk, reading too much into his words, putting meaning where there was none. He sat forward in his seat, attentive, unwavering.

You tilted your head, hoping it would give you an alternative angle to follow, a new lead into the words he'd said. With no success, you leaned back on your hands, ready to interrogate him.

"You don't have to do that," You said, prodding for more. Something substantial, something tangible to sink your teeth into. Some ground to stand on so you could tell how he really felt. "Watch out for me all the time. Especially off duty."

"Can't help it," He said. It was quiet, almost unnoticeable except you'd seen his shoulders tense.

"Why?"

He stood to his feet, and your stomach lurched. He was slow, calculating in his steps, moving closer by the second.

"Think you know."

He stopped before you, his gaze so impenetrable you almost couldn't meet his eyes. His fingers reached up, his knuckles skimming the soft surface of your cheek. You shut your eyes, an inadvertent reaction to the rough feel of his fingers. Your skin was flushed, reddened with the rush of blood your heart was pushing to every nerve.

"Because I'm a liability?" You teased, desperately wanting to ease the tension, to appear unaffected by his words, even though your arms had weakened, every bone turning to liquid inside you. You struggled to keep his gaze, to hold yourself up when he was so domineering, standing tall above you.

His eyes honed in on your lips, giving a small shake of his head. "'Cause I've always wanted you."

You inhaled deeply. It stunned you, to say the least. You'd never seen any hint of attraction from him. He was stoic and unreadable, always. But now, he bore his soul to you. Extending an offer that you were too weak to decline. The room stood still, soft exhales and invisible strain sitting in the air.

You finally met his gaze, cheeks tinged red, an exhale of relief. It was a weight off your shoulders, not having to hide anymore. Knowing he felt exactly the same.

"You've always had me, Lieutenant." You stood to your feet, your head barely meeting his shoulder, but you felt powerful, invigorated with a rush of desire.

He hummed, short, acknowledging, satisfied.

His hand moved from the apple of your cheek to the curve of your waist. His hold was strong and warm, comforting, in a way that made you shiver. A twitch in your body made him chuckle, a deep and inviting sound, that offered no relief of the chill running through your spine.

You couldn't count how many times you'd wished he'd touch you. Intentionally or not, you didn't care, you craved it. You craved the sensation, the heavy pour of molten heat that settled in every bone. The ache between your thighs, never satiated by your own hands, leaving your body to the mercy of your mind, begging and pleading for relief by some measure.

"You still drunk?" He asked, quiet and low.

You shook your head, eyes piercing his gaze with ferocity, a never ending commitment. You couldn't be drunk; not with how obvious it was that his hand was on your waist, clinging to you tightly like he'd lose you if he didn't. Your senses were sharper than they'd ever been, especially with him standing before you.

He pulled the fabric of his mask over his head, freeing his face before you. It was a sight to behold, a moment you wanted to seal in your mind and look back on for years to come. You couldn't help your teeth chewing at your lip, biting back the urge to stand on your toes and kiss him, kiss the lips you'd seen a handful of times but never complemented by his other features. He was handsome. Even more than you'd imagined; a composite of Adonis, embodiment of Ares.

He did your bidding for you, leaning over your shorter frame to bring his lips closer to yours. He waited a moment, wanting to be sure you knew exactly what he intended, what he wanted. You grew tired of the torment, and met him halfway.

He groaned; low and harsh. He absolved you of any responsibility, taking over as he tugged you into his chest. He was a towering figure above you, your neck aching as you reached up to meet his mouth. Your hands lifted to his waist, a gentle hold, still apprehensive. You'd never touched him before, never been able to glide your hands across his sides and envelop him in your arms. It felt right.

In response, his palm reached your cheek, fingers splaying out over your jaw. It was a bit rougher, more motivated. He slipped his tongue in your mouth at the same time, his heavy exhales fanning across your face. He was warm, feverish against you, his body entirely consumed with greed.

He tasted sweet, like caramel and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol still on his tongue. You hummed softly against his mouth, relishing in the moment; your bodies pressed together, lips connected fervidly, hands exploring the expanse of his torso. Your fingers slid down his abdomen, and he pulled back, still holding onto you.

"Y'look good in my shirt."

A slow, smug smile spread over your lips. "Shame you'll have to take it off me," You whispered.

You stood on your toes, pressing your lips to his again. It was an addictive rush, every time you felt the way he pulled you in, the softness in his lips.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, slowly crawling over you to pin you beneath him on the bed, pure desire between your thighs, flames flickering inside you when his gaze lowered.

You pulled the jacket off his shoulders, hands lifting his T-shirt over his head. Your eyes dropped to his stomach, breathing in the muscles lining his navel, the trail of coarse hair disappearing under his jeans, the marks and scars across his entire torso. Your hands inadvertently reached out, tracing every line and contour, his head falling down at your gentle touch.

You pulled his belt open, before he took his time lifting his T-shirt up off your body, watching with uninterrupted focus, taking in every bare inch he could see until you were left nude before him.

"Fuckin' beautiful," He whispered, his lips beside your ear, moving to leave soft kisses against your neck.

Your jugular pounded in your throat, his silken tongue finding your pulse and biting down softly. You whimpered, pulling yourself closer to him as he scattered kisses over your neck and chest. His hands engulfed your breasts, warmth erupting over your body when he left wet kisses over your nipples, a flat tongue following.

"Yes, please," You exhaled, your back arching into him.

He laid down beside you, a smooth transition when your hand on his chest pushed him back against the pillows. You climbed over his lap while he gripped your hips, staring up at you as you rocked over the bulge in his jeans.

He grunted, quickly yanking his waistband and briefs down. His cock lifted from the restraints, painfully erect, the size a bit intimidating but you'd never given up from a challenge. You leaned forward, sliding your panties aside, helping him to press the tip of his cock against your entrance, before you sat back down.

His cock slowly inched inside, an uncomfortable stretch, but you were already so aroused it quickly dissipated when your hips moved forward. He stretched his neck back, pressing into the pillows; your pussy was drenched, with soft, velvet walls that squeezed around him. He gritted his teeth.

"So big, Lieutenant," You exhaled, a guttural sound as you appreciated just how much he filled you.

"No Lieutenant shite," He groaned. "Simon-" He gulped. "Say my name, love."

You leaned over him, resting your hands against the pillows while his hands slid up to your waist. You craned your neck down to press your lips against his, your pussy gliding up and down his cock while his hands guided you.

It was a haze-inducing sight; your lips wide with pleasure, panting softly every time his cock would massage your walls, graze your clit.

"You feel good, sweetheart," He grumbled against your neck. "Fuckin' hell- that's good."

"Yes- fuck," You watched his eyes, the way he'd furrow his brows in an attempt to digest just how good you felt wrapped around him.

His free hand massaged your breasts, grabbing and palming the soft tissue as you thrust your hips against his.

"God, Simon."

"Been waitin' to hear you say my name like that," He said.

You shivered on his cock, your pussy clenching down with appreciation for his words.

You moved forward, your hips working to grind against him, to push his cock inside you, falling back with heavy exhales.

He couldn't handle the slow pace, couldn't handle the restriction- how he couldn't bury himself inside you. He flipped your bodies over, realigning himself with your pussy before diving back inside.

You groaned, clinging to his shoulders, your thighs immediately wrapping around his waist, trembling.

"Lie back," He grunted, his hips rolling against yours. "Lie back and let me take care of you, love."

Your lips parted, a satisfied moan escaping. Your hands reached his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as he thrust his cock inside you, the sounds of your well-lubricated pussy echoing around the room.

He muffled your moans with his lips, panting heavily after pulling away.

"So deep," You mumbled, "Fuck you're so deep, just like that, please."

"Like hearin' you beg, sweetheart," Another grunt.

His fingers reached down to your clit, rubbing side to side in a way that made your abdomen tense. He felt the clench of your pussy around him, letting out a low gasp against your skin.

"Christ, I dreamt about fuckin' you. Havin' you just like this."

"Simon," You whispered.

His hand gripped your thigh, angling it to penetrate deeper inside you.

"Who's this cunt belong to?" Sweat lined his brow, his fingers still moving in circles on your clit.

"Fuck," You squeezed your eyes shut, savouring just how fucking good it felt, the stimulation was enough to have you writhing beneath him, your body begging for an orgasm. "You, shit- 's all yours."

"That's my girl," He grumbled, plunging his cock inside you with even more speed now, triggering waves of pleasure that engulfed your entire body, had you moaning so loudly he covered your mouth with his hand.

"Fuck," He swore, listening to the muffled sounds of pleasure escaping your mouth. "Fuckin' hell. Let it out. I've got you."

You whimpered and whined, his cock driving into you, extending your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back, nostrils flaring as you tried to catch your breath, your thighs and fingers squeezing relentlessly against him.

He had a difficult time holding back; he so badly wanted to hear every single moan and cry that left your lips, but knew the walls were thin. He wouldn't live with himself if anyone found out, if you'd take the brunt of the relentless torment that would surely follow.

He removed his hand when he was sure you'd recovered, so close to his own release he almost didn't have time to tell you. You could read his face, see the expression of pain and pleasure.

"Wherever," You breathed. "Wherever you want."

Your words pushed him past the edge, and his hips stuttered, pressing flush against yours as he released inside you, his cock twitching with every burst.

He sucked in a harsh breath, head tilting up to stare at the ceiling. He thrusted lazily a few more times, before gently falling next to you. A few moments passed, deep breaths and contentment in the air.

"What's in your head now?" You asked, turning on your side.

He nearly smiled, "All clear, sweetheart."

#cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod mwii #mwii #simon riley #strlingsavwrites #ask strlingsav

[biscuitboba]

Had some thoughts about impel down arc

Like, i can't help but to think about impel down arc when bon clay changed their appearance to appear as zoro, like WHAT WAS THE REASON??? They could've easily impersonated usopp or chopper (them two plus luffy being the only SHC who were immediately impressed with bon clay's ability back then), or heck maybe even sanji (cuz of the meaningful fight between the two of em), and maybe even nami (cuz.. woman<3), but nope, bon clay decided to go and roll with zoro.. and honestly i can't figure out why? Lucky random choice perhaps??

(Like yeah maybe it actually ain't that deep, but then again, i overthink pretty much everything)

Also, please take a look at luffy's face?? he looked very surprised but also very delighted to see zoro. If you look at the manpu (the yellow (tho it's white here) spiky thing near luffy's face, just under the "ZOLO?!" text bubble) it emphasizes his surprise, because of course he didn't expect to see zoro here like, at all???

And then please pay attention to luffy's reaction as the realization sinked in. "!!! That's not zolo." He really said it with his face looking subtly dejected...

"I was so disappointed cause you are not zolo", ohh luffy:(... honestly, he just wanted to see his first mate again (and the rest of the crew ofc!)💔

(But still, thank you bon clay for being there for luffy like, honestly i love you sm!!!🥲💖)

#zolu #luzo #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece #bon clay #impel down arc #im talking about them again #whats new

[lasirenatarot]

Hello darlings!!💋 This is my first ever PAC reading, hope you like it! If traditional gender roles aren’t applicable to you convert to feminine/masculine energy.

{18+} Your person’s hidden $€xual fantasies about you and will they reveal them to you.

—>Pile 1

9 pentacles; 8pentacles; 6cups; high priestess; the empress; 9 of swords reversed; and more from other decks.

First of all let me just mention: do not shoot the messenger if you do not like what is being said.I am getting kinda weird vibes from your person pile 1! ( i don’t judge tho lololol)

Briefly, the whole vibe I’m getting can be described with this Weeknd song “Professional” or “Six feet under”, again by The Weeknd,  where he sings about a girl who does SW professionally if I can say it like that. The image I’m getting is red lights district if u know what I meannn..

«…You're professional, won’t treat it like it's personal

No, 'cause this is just love, it always makes its way back around…

'Cause everything you've been through made you stronger and every day you learn about yourself..

Depending on somebody else's wealth

But now you know the value of a dollar

And girl I make enough of it to spend

I love the way you've put yourself together.. »

Nowww, I am not saying this man’s fantasies are to cheat with a S*x worker if y’all are in a committed relationship *you can switch the word to masculine energy if it is not applicable to your situation*, I think he will be onto some role-playing sh*t where the feminine is the dominant one and he is PAYING to be dominated, take this how u want. I do not see anything aggressive tho, more like a soft fem-dom, although he may like being restricted in a way as I’m getting Saturn energy. Blindfolding, spending money..

His fantasy is an independent, detached woman who is ALL about her money, an Empress with a man-eater typa energy. The masculine energy from this pile may be dominant in his job/life as a whole, and that is why he would like the exact opposite in bed. He may be very busy and tired as well from his work and this would be another reason for him to like the woman to take the lead. I am also getting cowgirl, riding and some form of exhibitionism (or even str**pers, lap dancing etc.) as additional details. He may like this role playing thing because he sees it as a game which helps him escape some sort of melancholy. Mutual pleasure is a thing for him as well, he likes to work for the feminine’s approval, serving her in a way. Some may not like this as well but I’ll say it anyway- physical beauty and foreign women *fem energy* may be a turn on for this person. He has wounds from his past he should face is sth else I am getting. He may also like to appear as a savior to this fantasy woman I described, a knight on a white horse if u will..

« She don't depend on anybody, know just what to do with her own body..Countin' all that money like a hobby..she don’t give a f**ck about nobody..

She don't need nobody waitin' back home, she got it..

She lick it up just like a candy, She wanna make 'em leave they family

She tryna live a life so fancy, she wanna pull up in a Bentley..

She ain't got time for lovin' , Louis Vuitton her husband, she’d rather die in lustin' ..»

However, I do not think he would openly admit his fantasies, he would like them to stay a secret.

Placements: aquarius venus; Capricorn; scorpio sun; fire placements, possibly leo; mars in gemini. – aqua venus/leo may be for the femme, while Capricorn and scorpio for the masc. or vice versa.

—>Pile 2

This pile will probably be the most romantic one out of the three. I am not getting much s**ual details, besides some sort of very light bondage, more likely handcuffs.

This person’s fantasy is to build a life with you basically, they want to share both the good and the bad moments in life with you, focusing on the good, as a lot of cups fell which gives me party vibes. The masculine energy would like things to start veeeery slow, he is a person who pays a lot of attention to detail, even too much. This person would like to know everything about you, your interests, hardships and opinions. He would be the type to actually listen to what you say and remember little details about you and what you like. I think the connection y’all (people who choose pile2) have is pretty new.

You and your person might still be in the “courtship” stages even. This person is the type to write love letters, send flowers, presents, wine&dine typa man - everything romantic and sweet overall.  I am getting lots of cuddles, hugs etc. -I must say I am very jealous of you pile 2 ahahahh🧿🧿🧿

 His hidden fantasy is to be romantic, give all the love he has to you, and get the same energy back. The reason why is ‘hidden’ I think lies in the fact that he may have been betrayed by past partners, not having got the same amount of energy/love he was giving OR he may have been raised in a family in which emotional people were looked upon as weak ORRR both. I think currently this person has an open heart or is on a mission to become more vulnerable and openly emotional with those he loves, which I think is a very sweet thing.

This person would def share his fantasies about you with you. He would want you to remember the intercourses y’all are having, maybe even be “the best u ever had”, this person also loves and worships your body and is the type to praise/compliment you in bed. Would also love to see you dressing up for him in lingerie, nice dress, full glam and all. This person loves just seeing you shining and happy, would want to make you come every time.

I am also getting they have been waiting looong time for a person like you to come into his life, even if he was in another relationship prior to getting with you. He was probably feeling his soul was “sick” or like something was missing in previous connections. And there was sth missing – the chemistry, conversations and intimacy you two currently have. Some people are meant to be, some not,  and that’s just life.- Astrological placements: Sagittarius, scorpio, venus in pisces, mercury in pisces, embodiment of leo energy for the feminine, I am not getting leo placements tho. The attention to detail is giving virgo moon for some reason to me, although it did not appear in the cards.

—>Pile 3

This may definitely be the k*inky pile. First thing I get is that this person likes taking risks, adventures and is very spontaneous in nature. This person needs constant changes in their s*x life. I feel like they’d try everything taboo you can think of, at least once, and would be open to anything.

!!!!TW!!!!!

The only particular theme I get would be a “fantasy” for this person is power dynamics in which the masculine is the dominant one, while the feminine is very submi$$ive. Also ro**ugh/aggre$$ive s*x. This of course would be consensual and I also get they’d get pleasure from pleasing their partner as well, getting them to experience “a little d€ath”.

Ch*king and heavy BD$M theme, the whole act is a game for them. Their main fantasy would be to tame *metaphorical* in bed an independent woman who would be submissive only for him.

It’s giving you can be the boss by lana del rey

This person may be jealous and possessive tho. (if you are not okay with any of this and feel like they cross a line – LEAVE them).

I also get they maybe have some insecurities in themselves. This may not be applicable for all, but this is a collective reading after all.

They like having a trophy wife typa woman?? /fem.  

I think this person would be open with you about their fantasies.

Astrological placements: aquarius, gemini sun, libra moon, aries, aries mars.

I hope you liked it!! I also added songs which remind me of the vibes I got while reading the cards. Please give me feedback and follow me, and just know that more is coming 🔜🔜

- La Sirena🥀🥀🥀

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[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: how you meet pt 2

characters: fem!reader x zenitsu, shinobu, tengen & his wives

warnings: spiders, minor injuries, polyamory

ZENITSU

he's a sweetheart omg

you guys meet in the forest with the spider demons

you're a slayer

a pretty strong one too. not hashira level but you're working on it

you're weakness?

spiders, bugs, anything creepy and crawly

but isn't that everyones weakness?

idk know how you were convinced to go fight a spider demon

bc personally? ain't no way

but anyways

you get separated from the group of slayers you were working with

so ur alone

when u hear some bushes rustling or som

so u look down and boom

a spider

with a human head

FUCK. THAT.

you take off running and i mean fast

so fast you can't even see where ur going

and bam u run head first

into zenitsu

who coincidently was running from the same thing as u

he realizes ur human, grabs ur hand and TAKES TF OFF

ZOOMMMMM

ur gone

until u meet spider demon w the house

zenitsu passes tf out, ur shitting urself just a little bit, and then

zenitsu handles tf out that demon

while asleep?!

hot af

sleepy zenitsu could get it

SHINOBU

idk somethin abt her irritates me

she still fine asf tho

shes a top fs

you're a slayer

and you were on an easy mission

prob a low ranked demon

and then shit

a lower moon pulls up

low key fucks u and ur comrades up

somehow yall kill it

and your brought back to the butterfly mansion to be treated

and we all know miss gurl shinobu is running that mf

so shes obv overseeing your recovery

for some reason the other slayers heal faster than you did

wonder why?

perhaps purposely ripping ur stiches to spend more time around a pretty lady?

noooooo you would neverrrr

thats exactly what u were doing

and shinobu knows it too

but she plays dumb cause she thinks its sweet that you admire her enough to delay your recovery and cause urself that pain

she does poke u a lil too hard when redoing ur stitches tho

takes care of u til ur ready to go on another mission

TENGEN + wives

he's so fine for what

can we make this foursome into a fivesome?

sooo ur not a slayer

ur not a kunoichi

not a fighter at all

just a cute lil civilian

you meet the wives before you meet tengen

you're out shopping

need some new clothes

or maybe you have an event that you need some new jewelry for

gotta look flashy yk

so you finish your shopping and walk out of the store when your knocked flat on ur ass

it was suma

she was running from makio after making her mad

and she ran straight. into. you.

she immediately burst into tears because she felt so bad

makio is yelling at her for knocking you down

and hina is trying to calm them both down

and ur jus like "wtf is goin on"

you feel fine until you stand up

you hit the ground again

ankle = sprained

que the guilty sobbing from suma

the girls carry you to a bench to assess the damage and this grabs tengens attention all they way from the inside of another store

like "who is getting attention from my wives?"

VERY UNFLASHY

jealous af

until he sees u

a cute little civilian women in pain

and his wives fawning over you

he introduces himself and gets the story of what happened

calms suma and makio down

and apologizes on their behalf

meanwhile ur in awe

um hello?? a literal god is standing in front of you apologizing for his wives

WIVES??

AS IN PLURAL? MORE THAN ONE???

he checks ur ankle

his hand wraps around ur entire leg

dudes hands are big af

not the only thing on him thats big

to make it up to you he carries you to a very flashy cafe

where you all sit and have tea and snacks together while you rest ur injured ankle

tengen pays

does this count as a first date??

i love them

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[gloomysarchive]

♡︎ Alphabet Soup Series ♡︎

abc headcanons || miles42 x black gn!reader

M} — move

he’d take so long to initially ask you out, but he’d do it romantically when he finally plucks up the courage. it's been hard for him to get close to someone ever since his dad died, so you'd have to be patient. he didn't know what to get you as a token of his affection. flowers? what if you were allergic? candy? What if you didn't like candy? So he went with something simple, something he did best; he gifted you a portrait he made of you. he played it off all cool like "it ain't even my best work fr" "i can do better than that, yk?" basically trying to prepare himself if you turned him down.

╰╴he's genuinely surprised when you don't reject him. he didn't show it, but he was happy as hell.

I} — interests

he wants to know what you like. he'll check out anything you put him on to, really. movies, shows, artists, books, etc. he'll listen to you rant and ramble about your interests, and he'll nod along, hanging onto every word like it's the most important thing he's ever been told — and he genuinely feels that way. he'll keep tabs on what you like, and give you updates like "oh i heard it's getting a second season", "i think that's getting an adaption, you tryna see it when it comes out?"

╰╴ also, if he sees anything remotely related to your interests, he'll buy it. he hates not knowing what to give people, which is another reason why he pays close attention to what you're into. he keeps all types of merch in his cart so he'll never run out of gift ideas.

L} — love

it'd take even longer for him to finally say "i love you". those three lil words carry a lot of weight to him, and he can't just be throwing them around like it's nothing. he wants to make sure he can trust you, if you're actually his and not just playing with him. once he does say it, tho, he'd be dramatic about it.

╰╴"I need to talk to you rq," "ok... what's up?"

he'd stare at you, silently, studying you for a bit as he tries to build up the courage. he'd take your hands in his, holding them tenderly. he'd give them a gentle squeeze — then, he'd say it.

╰╴♡︎ “Eres tan preciosa para mí. Te quiero...”

E} — emotions

he doesn't like being vulnerable; it takes a while for him to open up to you, but he eventually does, piece by piece. he'd tell you what he stresses about or his other hopes and dreams. he plans to get you and his mama away from all the chaos of the city.

╰╴and he's there for you just as much as you are for him. He listens patiently when you're ranting or venting about something that's bothering you. he waits until you're done talking and tries his best to calm you down after you get worked up and give you advice. other than “i should beat that bitch ass”, he gives really good advice.

S} — sleep

he INSISTS he never sleeps 🙄 he's always up at night doing his vigilante work, protecting what he loves (his city, his mama, you, ofc) but whenever does get the chance to get some rest in, it'd be with you. he'd stop by your place during one of his patrols, just to check on you. y'all would talk for a bit, just enjoying each other's company. then you'd notice how low and hazy his eyes are, and how he's dragging his words a bit.

╰╴"i got shit to do, I can't be tryna go to bed n shit," "i'm not sayin' go to bed, you can take a lil hour nap..." after going back and forth for a while he'd finally give in, with reluctance, flopping onto your bed. he's out almost immediately, clutching you tight as if someone would take you from him while he's asleep.

bear w me y'all I haven't written in a lil bit LMAO

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[henneseyhoe]

THROW AWAY

UNIQUE X BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT! Llight daddy kink, spanking, toxic relationship, cheating, unprotected sex (wrap it df up), breeding kink, angst.

SUMMARY: Reader and Unique find themselves fighting about both of their infidelities after a party.

(Hopefully this will encourage some of y’all to write about him cause Wattpad ain’t enough lmao.)

(Ps, forgive me if this is bad, I’m most likely gonna rewrite it in more depth)

"...you get on my fuckin' nerves. You know that?" Y/N squinted at her boyfriend. She was seething with anger and her fists were clenched so hard that her acrylics could have popped off one by one. She really wanted to deck him right in his shit, but didn't need any other reason for him to fuck her over even more. They were just coming back from a party hosted by Y/N's bestfriend, Trina, and she was more upset than ever.

Same ole' shit. They were arguing over, as Y/N would say 'A bunch of bird brain bitches flocking to him so he could feed off that shit' like the narcissist she thought he was.

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Unique kissed his teeth and slowly closed his eyes, laying his head back on the seats head rest. He didn't care to hear me out at all. Honestly, he was both high and drunk as hell and couldn't care less about anything other than getting home.

"We just got back in the car and you already doin' too much" he mumbled, leaning against his doors arm and rubbing his temple with one hand. "You rather entertain some random bitch than do right by me. You have all these bitches in yo' face all day and night, but don't wanna pay attention to the one who held you down and gave you a daughter? Okay Nique. Have them bitches" I teared up, pointing my finger at him with every sentence that wasn't a question.

He side eyed me and tried to bite his tongue before he said something that would hurt me more than the situation, which he eventually failed at. "You here wit' me, ain't you? If I wanted them bitches I would have had 'em here instead of you" he shot back, my tears starting to drop. "You think that shit make me feel better?! It don't mean nun if you still flirting with every bitch that crosses your path!"

He made a 'be serious' face at me before speaking "You be over analyzing everything. I could pass somebody a napkin and here you go cryin' in the back of the club. Damn, crybaby" he mumbled the last part with a small, drunken laugh. I shoved him, the man brushing my hand right off of him. "Cut that shit out" he warned, leaning back in his seat to get as far away from me as he could before I did something I regretted.

"You think that shit funny and it ain't. You laugh until I leave yo' ass for good" he rolled his eyes, my words going in one ear and out the other. "Yeah, aight. You ain't stupid" he chuckled and I squinted. "Yeah, I ain't. That's why I should. Fuck with a nigga who gon' treat me right and give me the loyalty and respect I deserve"

Apparently those were the words that got under his skin the most, cause his next comment would go for my jugular, but it didn't have the effect he thought it would.

"It wasn't a problem when you was fuckin' on that other nigga though. Jamel, or whatever the fuck his name was"

A smirk grew on my face. I knew that it was one of the things that could hurt him tho most, so I made sure that shit burned real good when I said it. "Yup. It was good too! Now you know he was giving me sumn you couldn't or won't give me" Unique let out a loud laugh before looking at me with his head tilted, almost as if he was challenging me with how far I could go with my words.

My bottom lip quivered as another tear rolled down my blushed cheek, taking a deep breath before speaking. "At least I know he loves me. He the only one who give a fuck bout me. The only one that check on me when IM down, not when he need shit"

A smile grew on Unique's face. It wasn't just a regular smile. It was that smile that happens right before you say some shit to fuck with somebodies head. "You fuck that nigga and think he love you cause he say it? You think he give a fuck cause he give you a fake ass empathetic ear to speak into? Cause he stalk you and hit you up at the exact times when we not together? Or is it cause he tell you that you don't need me..and you need to 'upgrade' to somebody who respect you? You let that nigga fuck a few times and he told you he loves you right before he pulls out and busts a nut on your stomach, so now you believe that shit."

If he didn't realize I was crying before, he sure did realize now. I couldn't stop my sobs, my hand covering my mouth to keep the sounds from traveling to anyone who had walked by the vehicle. Even with all of that, he kept going. In hindsight, he was hurting in the same exact way.

"After all of that, sitting through five minutes worth of fucking, you go to use his bathroom and end up crying to yourself cause you let a loser ass nigga fuck and it still ain't make you forget about me, even with all that noise he filled your head with. He don't mean that shit, and you know it. My question is, what's worse? Fucking a few bitches I don't care about AFTER you did that shit first or fucking a nigga you had even the SLIGHTEST connection with?"

He was right, but him saying it felt like my heart was ripped out and stomped on twice. "...and how long has it been since you told me you love me, huh? Cause it stopped way before I did what I did" I spoke, wiping my tears from my face. He looked at me with little to no empathy, waving me off with his hand. "...don't ask me that shit right now. I never knew I had to tell you that shit every day for you to know"

I sighed and buried my head into my hands, trying to collect my thoughts. The car was silent for a minute or so until I spoke. "I like reassurance, Nique. You know how I am...and I'm sorry. We both wrong, but damn...at least I can admit when I did wrong" I said, my voice quivering.

It was silent once again, neither of us knowing what to say next. I felt his eyes on my intensity, his gaze making me feel ashamed for jumping so such conclusions and letting someone talk me into it at that. My head was stronger than that, yet I allowed myself to get manipulated like that, just for a quick fantasy. It wasn't all rainbows with Unique, but I'd rather be with good and bad than just bad disguised as good. I felt sick.

Unique took it upon himself to speak, taking a deep breath first. "I know I do wrong, and I apologized for that shit before. Actually, no, I apologize for everything I have ever done to hurt you and what I might do to hurt you in the future. All of it...but all this shit concerning you hurting me? I'll let all this shit go right now. I just wanna know why you be using that nigga, huh? Why you did that shit to me?" He asked, scooting closer to me and moving my hands from my face so that I would look at him and be forced to tell the truth.

I looked at him in his eyes and shrugged. "...I thought you cheated first. All them girls you and them other niggas be having around, I couldn't get it out my head that you was doing something, and when I was vulnerable, Jamel just kept those thoughts going. He told me if you wasn't doing something, which you 'for sure' was, then it was bound to happen and I believed that shit. I mean look at how late you be out. Plus when you do get home, you don't give me kisses as soon as you get there. You immediately go to the shower like you trynna scrub off a bitch scent"

I vented and he chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, that sound suspicious, but I'm all for you. I'm absolutely in love with you Y/N and I don't want nobody but you. Fuck them bitches. And the shower thing? Ion think you wanna know them stories, you might throw up on me from the image. You remember that time I broke my hand? Yeah" I chuckled at his reasoning and he smiled, taking my hand in his.

"I'd be a fool if I fuck up what I got for some street hoes. You too good to me, Ma" he lifted my head and kissed my cheek before kissing my lips sweetly, making me melt.

And just like that, we were back to where we started without all the tension, the setting a few minutes later would only deepen that feeling and connection I had with him.

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"Oh my goddd" I moaned, my head smooshed against the cream colored, leather seats.

My makeup was smudged and rubbing off on the material, making it shine with bronzer and foundation. By now my dress was rolled up around my waist and my bra was long gone. Unique held onto my lace panties that were pulled to the side and kept his strokes coming, the pace being almost unbearable. I felt him deep, so deep that my eyes watered with each overpowering jab.

"Fuck, baby" I heard him grunt from behind me, his hands moving up and holding onto my wide hips to keep me in place, which wasn't so successful with my back hunching out of it's arch constantly. With him hitting my spot head on, I began attempting to pull myself up using the doors handle. Thankfully it was locked or else it would have slid open and somebody would see me getting my back blown out.

"Where you goin? Nah, you can take this dick. You talk allat shit, you gon take this dick"

He hummed, forcing me back onto him by dragging me back down, my tired arms just laying where they dropped to when he pulled me. "Bounce on this dick" he instructed, my head tiredly shaking. I could barely take it and he wanted me to bounce on it? The man was crazy.

I could feel wind from his hand swipe past my thigh but it was too late for me to react, his large hand already making contact with the skin on my ass, slapping it harshly. I took that only as a warning, knowing what he was capable of and started to bounce myself back onto him.

My thighs burned, my clit was throbbing and still overstimulated from the other position, and he still wasn't done. Every time I'd slow down my bouncing, thinking he'd take control again, he'd lay another slap on my ass, telling me I wasn't done.

"Don't slow down. Bring that ass to me, ma. Mhmmm" now reaching both his arms around my waist and partially pulling me up, he started to thrust rapidly, sending me into a sudden shock. My breath caught in my throat, unable to be released as he did what he wanted, no matter how tired and bruised I was.

I tried to tell him I couldn't go on anymore, but my body wouldn't let me. I was completely drunk on him and he only took that to his advantage.

"You gon lemme get you pregnant again? Hm?" He asked, his head tilting. I laid my head back against his shoulder and weakly nodded, my bottom lip quivering. I quickly approached another orgasm, my hands reaching forward for the doors handle again as I felt it come harder than expected.

I had already came so much you'd think the orgasms got weaker as they went on, but they didn't. Before I knew it, I was squirting all over the seats, making me let out an uncontrollable scream. The sound came directly from my throat, the vibration irritating it so much that it'd leave my tone hushed for the rest of the night.

He pulled out and watched my juices drip from the tip of his dick, his own precum spurting out a little. His dick jumped at the sight. "Get up and come ride this dick"

He said maneuvering himself into the seat across from us and pulling me with him.

I weakly followed, falling right into his lap. I complained and whined with my legs still shaking as he didn't help, but more so push me into position on him. I put my legs on either side of him and he slipped himself back inside.

Wet sounds filled the car once again with me beginning my bouncing, using his shoulders to help me.

He looked up at me with low eyes, his bottom lip in between his teeth and his golden grillz giving me a flaunting flash. His hands made its way to my ass, squeezing the soft flesh while helping me maintain a proper rhythm to get him off.

"This pussy too good, baby. Ain't no way you thought you was leaving me that easy"

He spoke and ran his tongue across his bottom lip before leaning in and kissing my neck, a moan escaping my mouth. He was such an asshole, but he made certain shit sound so good, which explains why I'm even in this situation now. "You love me?" He asked, my head nodding right after. A sly smirk grew on his face at that reaction.

Lifting his hips, he started to thrust into me on his own, his hands moving down to grip onto the seats as he bucked his hips into me wildly. I threw my head back and cried out. "FUCK!— Fuuuck, Nique!" I called his name, my hands flying to hold onto the back of the seat.

My pussy clenched around him tightly, gripping him for dear life and he hissed, his dick beginning to twitch inside me. "Ouu, shit!" He cursed and wrapped both of his arms back around me, pressing me down onto him while he pumped into me. The feeling had me rolling my eyes back, begging for a break.

"I love you so much, baby. Daddy so sorry" he cooed softly in my ear. I moaned and nodded again, my mouth wide open. "You forgive me? Yeah?"

"Yeah!..I'm sorry, baby!" I managed to reply with a whine following immediately after.

"Let me nut deep inside this pussy then. It's mine right?"

"Yes! It's all yours!"

"Let daddy paint this pretty pussy then" he spoke. His tone was sly and controlled, but his breaths weren't, both his inhales and exhales being shaky with his orgasm nearing. I shouted another 'yes', and that was all he needed.

A minute later I found myself falling backwards, his arms catching me just in time as he released his nut into me, filling me up with a loud moan.

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[kittievampire]

Hey. Could you do an hc or fic where instead of mc coming to devildom as an exchange student but was summoneded from an other world by accident. And in the world they were taught to fight and survive in any situation and is really strong. For example they were able to fight belphi off long enough for the demon bros to come. Thanks

Ohohohohoooo shietttt

Sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

I've actually thought about this before, mainly that MC's power is comparable to that of Sebas Tian from Overlord, so I'll use him as a reference. This is a really cool idea tho

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Warnings: Cursing, Near-Death/Traumatic Experiences, MC is fuckin goated, Very suggestive (Asmo's part)

Lucifer

Would it suck if I said that bro would be slightly relieved to hear you had inhuman strength?

Just one less thing he has to worry about while you're down here

He actually saw your display of ability when you were in a fight at school

He'd gotten there a little too late, however, and witnessed you take a hard punch from a demon

Once he saw you dust yourself off before landing a side kick to the demon's torso, causing them to fly back into the wall, and cause a huge crack to form, he was probably more impressed than anything

Really, bro is more like a proud father that would ask "How did the other guy look?" After a fight involving you

Of course, he dragged the both of you away to scold you

After the other demon was gone, he began asking questions like "Have you always had this ability?", "Where did you come from again?", and "Could I possibly use you to threaten Mammon?"

Mammon

Speaking of the greedy baby boy, he actually walked in on you while you were on an enraging phone call

Baby boy just sat down on your bed, waiting for you to get off of your phone so he could have your full attention

He didn't want to bug you while you were irritated, you're scary and he doesn't want you to be angry with him!

His face pales when he sees you crush your D.D.D. with your bare hand

The device crumpled like a damn paper ball!

He yelped at the sight, sunglasses falling off of his face

You sighed and looked over at him, a smile forming on your face

"What's up, Mammoney?" You asked sweetly

"Uh-uh, nope, we ain't just gonna sit here and pretend like that shit didn't just happen, since when could you, a human, do shit like that! I thought all humans were weak!"

You just kind shrugged. "I'm a different kind of human, mind you, I was summoned here from a different dimension all together. I'm probably not like the humans you're used to interacting with."

Well, the only humans he interacts with are witches

"W-Whatever, I wanted to ask ya if ya had any money I could borrow to pay back the witches, but I might just consider taking ya with me to scare'em off."

Leviathan

The two of you were playing video games one night

You happened to be quite the gamer yourself, only you played more arguably rage-inducing games

You explained to him how you managed to punch a whole through your PC once and he totally doesn't believe you at first

"Yeah, right. A normie like you couldn't possibl-"

You showed him a photo that you'd taken a long time ago when the events transpired

His jaw drops at the damage

"N-No way!"

Is actually pretty amazed by it but lowkey still doesn't believe you until he sees you break Belphegor's wrist and sending him flying with a punch when the Avatar of Sloth attacked you

Asmodeus

Bro immediately gets horny

Especially if he finds out via you getting into a fight with someone over him

Like this lower demon will not get the hint and he puts his hand on Asmo

Homeboy is about to go fucking feral, but before he can, he sees you grab the demon by the throat and slam his body to the concrete, earning a loud crack

"Oh my, MC, I didn't realize how strong you were~"

Looks at you like how we look at the brothers

Horny bastard wants to be manhandled and carried like a bride and he'll get his way soon

Satan

Homie is sooo intrigued when he finds out

He probably saw you mid-meltdown

You thought you were home alone, that's why your door was open

So when you punched a large ass hole in the wall, homie saw it and immediately was like "IntErEstInG"

He'll definitely be the most curious about it

"What are the magical factors behind your powers?", "Do your abilities have limitations?", "Can we test to see if they rival that of a demon's?"

Will definitely try to use you for pranks on Lucifer

Beelzebub

The hungy boi saw you lift one of the weights he uses without too much struggle

He was definitely impressed

Continues eating his burger while walking up to you

"MC, you're really strong. You wanna be my workout partner?"

He believes that if you workout really hard and are really strong, you need more food

So he actually shares his food with you every now and then 🥲

Sometimes though, you'll have to explain to him that you're full and you don't need the extra protein

Belphegor

He finds out the night it happened

It's convenient, really, he was talking about how weak humans were compared to demons while holding you up by your throat, squeezing tighter

"It's pathetic, honestly. You damn humans are no more than insects that deserve to be crushed underfoot. You're better off dead."

He scoffed in amusement as he watched your hands come up to gently grip his wrist

"Humans really are weak. You think pawing at my hand is gonna-"

You break his wrist

He freezes

Processing...

Buffering...

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Of course, he'd released you

While he was in his state of shock, you managed to catch your breath and land a hard roundhouse kick to his torso, making him fly a few feet, shoes skidding across the floor

"Tch, I spoke too soon..."

Hope you enjoyed, anon!

#obey me #obey me mc #lucifer obey me #obey me hcs #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me bros hcs

[spacewinter]

so im like 4 chapters into the secret marriage hangster fic and i learned a few things

1) if i don't watch myself, i can spend 1k words simping for hangman

2) maverick is a sad sad kitty and if i don't pay attention he develops many issues

3) mav should be glad he's pretty coz he sure as hell ain't bright

im having the time of my life writing this y'all, and ice still hasn't appeared. he will tho, for my icemav needs

#hangster #icemav #top gun #top gun rooster #top gun hangman #top gun maverick #this is great y'all #secret relationships for the win

[raccoonfallsharder]

idk if u remember string cheese anon but hi, it's me

honestly I might just send asks occasionally when I do mundane things that I think rocket would have interesting reactions to because I'm bored :P

I think he'd find coloring books really weird at first but then secretly do urs when u aren't looking (and if he's anything like me, he would see one of those "adult" ones that's needlessly complicated with the patterns and despise it for doing too much, but maybe he wants it to be complicated. it's overwhelming for me tho lmao)

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ STRING CHEESE NONNIE. how could i possibly forget you? please. you inspired some of my most delightful imaginings in the last few weeks and i am grateful for your presence in my asks!

no pressure but if you DO decide to send mundane things you think rocket would have an interest in, i would be eternally delighted

as you know, of course, rocket didn't really get a childhood. even the lovely memories he might've had playing tag with lylla & teefs & floor are more bittersweet than nostalgic. so when you tell him that coloring is relaxing and meditative and that it reminds you of being a little kid, he just blinks at you, and scoffs, and goes about his day.

but he pays attention. he watches you. and you seem to really enjoy it. and rocket doesn't like to miss out, so after you go to bed one night, he flips through your coloring book and opens your box of crayons.

they smell weird. waxy. he likes the feel of the fibrous paper wrappers under his fingers, though.

maybe if he had torn out the pages he'd ended up coloring, you wouldn't have noticed his additions so quickly. or if he'd just been more normal about his coloring. but rocket's style is too meticulous. unique. the colors he chooses don't always make sense - how d'you know? you ain't been around the universe long enough yet to say what's weird an' what's not, he reminds you smugly when you confront him. on the other hand, you realize that you have no idea what the high evolutionary did to his eyes. maybe he still can't see red - or maybe he sees more colors than a terran human like yourself could even dream of. either way, each stroke of color is deliberately applied. in fact, rocket's probably one of those people who adds more detail into the pictures: makes the boring humans look like other lifeforms he met once, or changes their clothes to reflect something he saw one time on a space station out in the lumyra system. i imagine he's actually really good at drawing in a particular, precise sort of way - he maybe hasn't consumed a lot of narrative or conceptual art, but he can glance at a mechanical diagram and flawlessly recreate it years later.

in any case, he's realized you're right. there's something relaxing about it - pulling color out across a soft sheet of paper. changing it. making something of it. it's liberating. it's freeing. he can do whatever he wants. go wherever he wants. he particularly likes it when you bring out older coloring books - the waxy smell has grown on him, combined with the scent of the shabby-soft, faded paper. he likes the simpler images over the more complex ones, too - but mostly because it leaves him more room to create what he wants on the page.

next time mantis stops by, she brings some coloring books that quill had sent along from terra. you and rocket pour over them, exploring each page. after he's done with captain-shit for the night, he takes a break from the new ship he's been building to sit with you and color in the common area.

it ain't like being a kid again, he tells you one night, thoughtfully.

you blink over at him. what?

coloring, he says. it ain't like being a kid again.

you wait, looking over at him while he thoughtfully selects another crayon.

being a kid was bein in a cage, he tells you quietly, turning his eyes back to his page and pressing the waxy tip into the paper. he doesn't look up.

this is like flyin.

#string cheese nonnie #rfh asks #rfh headcanons #rocket raccoon #colorin time #rocket raccoon headcanon #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon fanfic

[crossedsabers10s]

I really like the ship klamon but the thing is i haven't a clue on how it could fit in canon. I'm like thinking of a gradual thing where they're like slowly going from enemies? to allies to frenemies to lovers, (all the stages filled with appropriate sass, sarcasm and bickering ofcourse) because I'm a sucker for slowburns. Like they are somewhere between allies and frenemies in TVD and then in TO they finally get together. Do you have any ideas on how this could happen in canon. And how to stick klamon in 'The Originals'? And how it would change the plot?

akf;dlfjakdfj a okay, just a warning, this ain't my rodeo. I'll do my best, but I don't consider myself good at writing Klaus. Plus their respective control issues make this a lil tricky...

Okay, so. You know how Alaric was possessed by Klaus that one time? That would make a good beginning. Give him an up close and more personal perspective on Damon, who he'd only know via rep and Stefan before this. I mean I think he'd mostly considered Damon someone who was Katherine's toy and was still dogging after doppelgangers (Elena) at that point? But in Alaric's body, he'd be a bit closer, have a measure of trust. So Damon wouldn't be quite as in-ur-face-fuck-you as he would have been. (I mean. Still, a little, bc I think he's allergic to showing genuine emotion at that point, at least under normal circumstances, he let his guard down around Elena a lot more) So mayyybe Damon kidnaps AlariKlaus to try and find out more on Big Bad Klaus??? Research spree, contacts some witches whatevs. They probably hit a bunch of dead ends, evenif they did manage to find a lead, AlariKlaus would nip that shit in the bud. Just trailing along, having fun listening to his own legend and watching Damon get more and more frustrated.

Maybe they learn more about what Klaus did to Katherine or someone else or a hundred other stories where he'd taken revenge on a person and burned down their entire life. And Damon, annoyed and doing that im-not-joking-but-people-will-assume-i-am thing alludes to his Augustine revenge spree. Maybe something along the lines of like 'yeah, well, that's not special, I've done similar. Just ask-*insert massacre here*' Which. Alaric would not connect those dots. He'd think it some kind of joke in poor taste. Klaus? Connects a few. He'd heard about it. Those deaths had obviously been a vampire, but no one had known who. Until now.

Damon is suddenly a little bit more interesting.

And he's got to have some kind of hobby so he starts trying to unravel Damon Salvatore. Starts paying attention to him. Does a good job of acting friendly, but starts shedding a little of Ric. Then a little more, less on purpose. Starts fucking with his head, making him second guess his relationships, make him question if he's still chasing after Katherine by trying to protect Elena. All under the guise of pretending to be his friend.

Wow this got a lil dark.

Anyways. Canon. Except Damon has to contend with the fact that he'd liked the person he'd thought he was becoming close with. And that person is not who he thought he was. And Klaus is still studying Damon, who he now knows better and maybe holds a bit more regard for.

Okay my brain is fried, i need nap. Hope u like the start tho. Feel free to use it as u please.

#fanfic #tvd #reply

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Yall seemed to like the FlouiGov idea, so I'm writing it :3 Also Penn is an asshole (but we knew this already).

(@simpyfrog angy Loui ✨)

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Florida, Gov, and Louisiana were all relaxing in the Pelican State's room in a makeshift pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. Florida was leaned up against the wall with Gov snuggled into his side, and Loui's head was in Gov's and Gov was gently playing with Loui's hair. The two Southern states were lost in their conversations, and Gov sat there and listened lovingly. It was overall a very peaceful atmosphere.

Gov had no idea how he had landed someone as beautiful as Louisiana, and as handsome as Florida, but he wasn't complaining. He loved them both, very much. And he was pretty sure they loved him. He loved how Florida could be chaotic and reckless and go burn something to the ground for the hell of it, but also be sweet and caring and loving and calm in his own Florida-Man ways. He loved how absolutely carefree and friendly and laid back and loving and adorable Louisiana was, and how one look into Loui's oh so beautiful eyes could melt away all of his problems. Was that sappy as sh*t? Yea, but Gov didn't care. It was all true. He was head-over-heels for the two southerners, and nothing could change that. Pretty much everybody knew as well. Everybody except.... Pennsylvania.

He hasn't told his father about his relationship, and honestly part of him didn't want to. PA wasn't necessarily abusive, but he had neglected Gov pretty much all his life, only paying actual attention to him when it came to work or if Gov did something wrong. And he clearly favored IDC, Gov's sister, more. When Gov came out as trans and bisexual, Penn was all like "Okay yea whatever that's fine", but when Itsy (IDC. I saw a hc about this being the nickname Gov gave her cuz he couldn't say her name properly when he was younger, and I ran a f*cking marathon with it-) came out as a lesbian, he made a much bigger deal about it. Honestly Gov wanted nothing more than at least his father's attention and approval, but not just during work. But he would also feel pretty bad if he told everyone except the man that raised him. PA was still his father.

"Hey guys?"

"Yea Mi/Mon Amor/Amour?" the two southerners responded.

"I think I want to tell Pennsylvania about us." Gov said.

"I'm fine wit' dat." Loui said, smiling.

"Yea same."

"I'm just.... Scared." Gov said.

"Of what Mon Amour?" Loui asked with a concerned expression.

"Of what he'll say."

"Ain't he datin' Mass and Mary tho? I don't think he'll care about you datin' us, sha "

"No no no- I don't mean that...." Gov said.

"Then what do you mean, amor?" Florida asked, giving Gov a little peck on the cheek.

"It's just- I don't think he'll appreciate me being in relationship. He wants me to focus on the work of being the personification of the federal government." Gov said with a bit of sadness in his voice and eyes.

Loui sat up and instantly wrapped Gov in a koala hug. Gov was a tad bit surprised at first, but he eventually hugged back and melted into the hug and allowed a few tears to roll down his cheeks. He sighed contently when he felt Florida wrap his arms around the two of them.

"Listen Amor, you don't have to tell PA if you don't want to. But if you do, and he says something bad, I will send the meth gators." Florida said with his signature Florida-Man chuckle and smile.

"Ohohoho god-" Gov laughed.

"I won't send anything but my fist to that connard's smug ass face." Loui said with the wild grin and look in his eyes that the two taller states adored so much.

"Please don't do that!!" Gov exclaimed with a small sigh. He would hate to have to TRY to break up a fight between PA and Louisiana. He knew damn well that if Loui threw a punch, PA would fight him. And probably hurt him really bad. Ofc tho, the other way around would be pretty bad as well. They were both very experienced fighters, and were pretty damn good at fighting.

"I can't make any promises, sha~"

"Oh dear...."

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Gov walked into the kitchen with Loui and Florida not far behind him. He saw PA standing there, leaning against the counter with his phone, and Mass, Texas, and NY were sitting in the living room.

Gov sighed as he walked up to his father, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. "Hey Da- I mean Pennsylvania?"

PA looked up from his phone. "Whaddya want?"

Gov actually debated turning around and running back to his room, but he decided that he might as well just get it over with.

"I'm.... Currently in a relationship... With someone. Well- two someones." Gov said.

"You shouldn't do that. You are the personification of the US government, and you need to focus on your work. Not a relationship." PA said, sounding annoyed. Ehhhh Gov didn't like that.

"I-I-I-I know, but-"

PA interrupted him. "No buts, I said what I said." He tried his best to ignore the hurt look in Gov's eyes. He hates seeing Gov sad, but he never did anything about it when it happened.

And oh boy did Louisiana not like that answer. He stepped up and stood in front of Gov in an almost protective manner, despite Florida's efforts to stop him. "Oh hell nah- Who da hell do ya think you are to tell im' what he can an' cant do wit' his own life?"

"Why tf does it matta' to you bud?" Penn asked.

"Cuz that's ma' damn partner yer talkin' to right dere'." Loui said, glaring into the taller state's soul. He can sense some slight fear stirring in Pennsylvania. Good. Very good.

"Well I'm his father, if ya must know."

"Oh yea I know. I know this very well. And by da way, he's a grown ass man and he can make his own life decisions." said the Pelican State.

"W-well I don't give a f*CK that he's a grown man, I'm still his father and what I say goes." PA said, mentally cursing himself for stuttering. He didn't know why he was a tad bit afraid of Louisiana right now, but he was. He noticed that his bf and the other two states in the living room, were watching now.

"His father? Y'know, ya don't seem like much of a father, Pennsylvania. Especially considering you literally paid little to no attention to him growing up. You were never f*ckin' dere' for im', ya only really interacted with him if he made even the smallest of mistakes. It doesn't really seem like you're a father, you're more like just a overwhelming shadow that looms over him to do nothing but instruct him as if he ain't a damn living being too." Louisiana said with an amount of malice and anger that left everybody present in mild shock (even Alaska, who had "just stepped out to get a drink"). Everybody was used to Loui being really really nice and friendly and laid back. He never got angry. But oh boy was it sure as hell scary. And yet, PA then had the audacity to slap the smaller across that face and start speaking again:

"I think that if you knew any better, you would shut your mouth and let me parent my kid."

And at the same time, Florida rushed over had grabbed Loui's face, running his thumb over where PA had slapped him and asking if he was okay. He kinda expected Loui to be crying a little bit, but at the same time he was not surprised by the dangerous look in the smaller's eyes and the bloody grin on his face. Well shi-

Next thing they knew, Louisiana landed a good hard punch across PA's face, which sent him back a bit. He waited until PA regained his composure to scratch him across the face with his claws, leaving a nasty bleeding gash on the older's cheek. He whimpered a bit in pain when the older retaliated by punching him in the ribs and threw him to the ground.

PA started to walk away, thinking he had won, but then he felt himself get tackled to the ground by something smaller and grunted a bit. He flipped around just in time to see Louisiana draw back his fist and punch him again, he time surely breaking his nose, based in the loud crack and wave of pain that shot through his face.

The other state's saw this is a good time to butt in. Alaska was the brave soul that quickly walked over and managed to pry a very pissed of Louisiana off of PA, who was roughly pulled to his feet by Texas and Massachusetts.

"Cmon Alaska! I wasn't done with him!!" Loui said, struggling in Alaska's hold.

"Jesus Christ- you broke his damn nose- stop squirming- I think that's more than enough, little guy." Alaska said,chuckling a bit at the smaller's craving for further violence. He set down Louisiana but kept a firm grip on his shoulders so that he couldnt get away.

Florida and Gov ran over to where Alaska was holding Loui captive. Florida instantly wrapped the Pelican State in a hug and Gov checked him over for any serious injuries. Aside from a bloody lip and some possibly bruised ribs, Loui seemed to be okay.

How? Gov didn't know. Normally those that got into a fight with PA would be in worse condition, but in this case, PA was the one that was in worse shape than his opponent.

"Uh- Thanks Alaska. For prying him off my father." Gov said, looking up at Alaska with a partially forced smile.

"Whatever. It's no big deal. Here you can have your feral cat back, I'm gonna go back to the wilderness." Alaska said, letting go of the Pelican State. 'Hehe wait til Hawaii hears about this sh*t!' he thought to himself before walking back to the garage.

The three states walked over to where NY was sitting in the living room.

"Ya good Swamp-For-Brains?" New York asked Louisiana, not looking up from his book.

"Ofc sha. Can't say the same for PA tho." Loui responded, gesturing towards where PA was with Texas and Mass. Texas was patching up the older whilst Mass was lecturing him on how stupid his actions were.

York turned around and laughed a bit at the sight. "Moron shoulda kept his mouth shut and his hands to imself'."

"Exactly." Loui said, smiling proudly.

"I also got that sh*t on video for entertainment purposes if any of you morons want it." York said.

"Yea sure." Said everybody....

=====================@freshwolfprofessoreggs hehe PA finally got punched :) =====================

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt #ben brainard #wttt louisiana #wttt massachusetts #wttt gov #wttt new york #wttt texas #wttt florida #wttt pennsylvania #wttsh

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

I feel so weird and like I'm doing something wrong?? My Boss manager always being so passive aggressive to me or maybe I'm just not used to ppl being so stupid.

She's like "you NEED to be selling the credit cards more. You know we base your scheduling on how many credit card u sell and if you don't have high numbers then when I start hiring new people..."

HIRING WHO?????? HIRING WHOO???? Id like to see all the people you’re hiring hmm? Where? You can barely keep ur own managers from constantly calling out of work. So ur forced to do 60 hr work weeks every month. I know u ain't talking to me And the other two associates always call out or don't show up so I have to come and cover for them…I KNOW YOU AIN'T TALKING TO ME!??!??!?!?

"Your job is to sell the stuff at the counter and credit cards" ok then why am I sweeping the floors and cleaning the bathrooms and wiping the mirrors and pricing merch and tagging and taking out the trash and dusting and packaging online orders etc?

She like "even tho ur just an associate u NEED to be reading the emails everyday" girl how is knowing what the stores over n Texas and Florida make gon help me 💀 She acts like she got hella people on stand by bitch u dont she tryna lecture telling me I need to do more... All you do is talk on the phone and ask ppl to join ur church.

She be in the corner somewhere on the phone and the customers are like "um...excuse me?" And she ignored them so I gotta help them. Even tho she tasked me with scanning all the fucking items in the store!!

And she literally told me "u need to pay attention more to the customers YOU'RE NOT HERE TO COMPLETE TASKS!!!" AHHHHHHUAHHHHHHHHHHHHH what do you mean???????? Wtf am i here for then??

I'm bout to snap on her fr maybe I'm too combative… she got me pushing around this chart.

She was like complaining "uh make sure you fix that bcuz y'all like to leave it a mess 😒" And I was bout to say "bitch who tf is y'all??????" I KNOW how you are and I know you complain about every lil thing, so whenever i'm pushing that chart around it be looking neat and tidy and I put it back like that too. 

I'm da best employee she has!!! My other managers Jays and Red were literally like “ugh we were so lucky to have found you” and the other day a customer had came back into the store to tell my manager Red what a good job i did helping her find what she needs and being accommodating…The other associates dont do shit.

The college girl who barely works saw a box all messed up, she tried to quickly close the top (didn't work) and then she just walked away. I was like "um aren't u gon fix that?" And she was like "oh yeah right" Like??? And all she does is stand behind da counter. The store be a mess and she be standing.

The phone guy just be on his phone and he be chilling in da back. I know u are not on my case. when u let a whole ass employee stay in the break room his entire shift 💀.

I feel like she get someone sort of power trip off it and she just needs someone to terrorize and she choose me because I'm always there 🥲 (this is the reward i get for being a real ass employee??) 

Boss manager was like "I'm going to start quizzing you guys on what was in the manual  bcuz y'all act like talk forgot, you NEED to be following them!!" Girl still on shit from da "training" videos. Shit she don't even follow…

Yesterday she was like, “go reprice the entire clearance section, make sure you don't leave the chart out!!! Every Time someone walks in the store, put the chart back and greet them!!! (she's standing next to the entrance doing nothing) Well this NEEDS to be done before your shift ends so get it together hurry up!!! And you can actually leave the chart out when u need to ring someone up on the register (she is one the phone and didn't notice someone standing there) OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING THAT GUY NEEDS HELP!!! HELP HIM!!! GOOOO!!! AND TAKE THE CHART WITH YOU!!!!! OMG OMG STOP STOP LEAVE THE CHART HELP THAT GUY NOWW UGHHHHHHH!!!!!" and she is...standing there doing nothing...he walked up to her first bcuz she was closer…

Its so awkward asking someone to apply for the credit card, bcuz the boss manager expects you to harass every customer (she literally follows them around the store and asking them repeatedly to sign up i counted once…she asked one person 7 times) AND it's not even only the credit card, it's everything in the damn store. AND she only wanted 1 person on the register even when its rlly busy, trying to sell everything in the store…. (you guys only 2 people are allowed in the ENTIRE STORE one associate and one manager bcuz the company wants to be cheap)

It's like the customer places whatever they’re buying down and I have to say “hey this thing is buy one get on half if you're interested, and we have this item on sale, also if you wanted any of these items they’re behind you. Do you want any of this? I can show you the different ones we sell. And we have this too. I can help you pick out the one you need. We also have a credit card, if you want, you'll earn coupons and get a discount off today's purchase :D"

And she wants us, to say that, TO EVERY SINGLE CUSTOMER!! Everyone…

So it gets so awkward asking, especially if they are just buying like one little item. And to make things worse she's so nitpicky about everything like I was asking if they wanted to join our rewards and she was like "ugh if you ask it like that of course they're gonna say no!!!" And then she...didn't give me a way I should ask them…

I just nod and say "okay" whenever she starts ranting. She just get on my nerves a lot but that's also bcuz ima hater. Idk i feel like i do everything correctly and efficiently so idk why my managers are always attacking or complaining about me. 

Can I pleaseeeee have a job where I only need to complete tasks??? Where are those jobs?? Someone point me in the right direction

#bobs files #keep playing with me #grown ass woman #you give old people a bad name #this why you gon be stuck in retail till the day you uahfjvksjgrjsjgvagmesh #lemme not wish ill on da elderly

[ihavenocarinsurance]

How they would react to you coming out to them

CHARACTERS: Deidara, Sasori, Itachi, Kisame, Kakuzu, Hidan + Konan (bonus)

GENRE: fluff/comfort ig?

READER: genderneutral (if I messed it up lmk)

CONTEXT: platonic relationship (friendship)

WARNINGS: none, just wholesome times

EXTRA INFO: this has been laying around in my drafts since last year omg- since I don't proof read any of my work just lmk if I slipped up on the pronouns or smth bc I do prefer writing genderneutral stuff ya know?

Deidara

Tbh he strikes me as a quite empathetic and definitely open-minded guy

so if you were to cry when coming out to him out of fear he'd try to calm you down first

he'd constantly remind you that there is nothing wrong with you while hugging you

high key soft moment

would fight anyone who even looked at you the wrong way

If you weren't comfortable with coming out to anyone else, he'd take this very seriously and not tell anyone

matching jewellery. I don't make the rules🤠

to make it short; he'd assure you that there is nothing for you to worry abt and that he still loves you; 10/10

Sasori

damn i love this man sm pls gsgssgsgg

ok so this bastard

you could be balling your eyes out simply out of fear of this reaction and he'd just be like

"ok and what do you want me to do abt that?"

are we surprised that he has an empathy level if approximately -56? No? ok-

so while I can assure you that he wouldn't avoid or hate you or anything like that, this man will just not be feeling it

but if you tell him to keep it a secret,mans will stfu

even tho you won't even have to worry about a thing concerning that he will kill everyone who dares to disrespect you

even before you came out he had the habit of getting you souvenirs from his missions and basically got you anything that reminded him of you

that being said; expect souvenir with your specific lgbtq+ flag colours

Kakuzu

Just like Sasori, he doesn't make a huge deal out of it

Instead he'll just treat it as any other matter/secret you have shared

while he won't buy you shit bc capitalism is a bitch you'll definitely catch him asking questions about you and your identity, and the lgbtq+ history

no he ain't paying for therapy😔

he listens to your answers to his questions in an attentive manner bc he genuinely cares about you and does appreciate you

he just doesn't express his love and gratitude for you in forms of words but instead conveys his feelings in forms of actions

Hidan

lost

he'd be so confused and wouldn't even say anything at first- which might make some of us quite nervous, high key expecting the worst

not a single trace of hatered or judgement

just confusion

just like kakuzu he'd definitely ask tons of questions aswell and you can tell that he is doing his best and taking your identity at heart

so your secret is safe

if it should ever change- c0nfusion part two

He'd also be part of the "I will protect my friend at all cost, look at them funny and I will break your face"-club

Itachi

congratz: you just adopted a supportive older brother

he knows how some things can be hard and he wouldn't take it personally if you'd approach him in an anxious manner

he'd make sure to let yk that his love for you was unconditional

but since he does have to keep his initial plan in mind so he'd tell Kisame to look after you

dedicated to learning more about your identity but he's scared to make a mistake or make you feel uncomfortable

he wouldn't exactly go off on someone who disrespected you but he would not hesitate from letting the culprit suffer in a long and tiring genjutsu either

Kisame

This man probably already knew considering how observant he can be

and if there is anyone who can truly understand the internal struggle of ones self it's Kisame

so expect tons of comfort when first coming out to him in forms of hugs and words of affirmation

"Come on, Y/N, there is truly nothing for you to worry about"

he just wants to offer you the safety and comfort that he seeked back then

I don't need to mention how loyal he is ig

Samehada being your nr 2 ally uwu

Bonus: Konan

While she does seem disinterested most of the time, Konan will do anything for people she loves and for what she believes is right

That being said, she loves you nevertheless

like she is generally speaking not the type to go bs and say that its wrong or whatever

she loves you and values you

she fears losing you just as much as you fear losing her

she strikes me as smn who'd also make sure that others around y'all are staying in their lanes

#akatsuki headcanons #naruto shippuden #akatsuki x reader #deidara x reader #sasori x reader #hidan x reader #kakuzu x reader #itachi x reader #kisame x reader #konan x reader #the good shit

[blue-mostacho]

~Cherry Bomb~

Heey, this is my first time posting on here, but surely it won't be the last one. This is the prologue of a long fic (if my adhd cooperates) that takes place in the Stranger Things universe. It's an enemies to lovers type thing, I guess. I don't know. I'm not sure yet.

I would do a little more elaborate introduction for it but I'm too excited to post and also I suck at that, so without further delay, I hope you enjoy it. Don't be sacred to drop your opinion and let me know what you think. *internal fangirling*

Ps: English is like my third language, so if I made any mistake, please bear with me *anxiety kicks in*. Feel free to correct me tho.

Prologue.

I can feel his stare from across the room, deep blue eyes scanning me up and down. I try to ignore it, occupying myself with whatever irrelevant task I could find. Right now, I am counting coins at the cash register, I can feel how he approaches the front desk at the store. I ignore it. I always do. Every time he comes into the store with his flirty Iines trying to get on my nerves, I just ignore it, act like he's not there. He does that just to piss me off. Today was an oddly nice day, I got to work on time, my coworkers weren't as annoying as usual, and the customers apparently decided to be nice for a day. But I guess you can't have it all.

By the time he's standing just a few steps from me, I'm done with the pennies, so now I have no other excuse to not pay attention to him. Even though I'm not looking at him, I know his eyes are drilling holes into the side of my face. The crinkle of the chip bags he took fills up my ears when he places them on the counter, I force myself to look at him and plaster a polite smile on my face. Dude's a douche, but I ain't risking my job. Wouldn't be the first time I get yelled at because I wasn't "nice enough" to a customer. Quite the coincidence that every time my supervisor had that conversation with me, the customer was him.

He smiles in return, a smug grin that puts his white teeth on display. I have to fight against the urge to roll my eyes at him.

I take the products he chose and scan them through the register, a few bags of chips and four cans of beer.

–Will that be all?- I say, looking back up at him. He just nods. I take a plastic bag to put the groceries in it, thinking that maybe this time I won't have to put up with his bullshit.

–Although...-and there it is, let's see what he comes up with this time.–I would like to know if there is a way I could take you too.‐ a shit-eating grin spreads across his face. I cringe. I cringe so hard that it's nearly impossible for me to avoid wrinkling my nose slightly. Where does he get his pickup lines from? How the hell does he manage to have so many girls obsessed with him?

I look at him unamused.

–12'50, please.- I say unfazed, which is surprising. Usually I would get pissed off. He chuckles, making the blonde curl falling on his forehead bounce.

–Are you ever gonna stop playing hard to get?- He asks, handing me a twenty dollar bill.

–You can't call it playing when I'm not interested in the game.- my hand stretched out, waiting for him to take the change.

–Such a smart mouth.- he mutters under his breath, amused. Before he could say anything else, the shop's door opens, and Tommy H.'s head peaks through.

–Hargrove dude, are you coming or what?- the redhead rushes the blue-eyed boy who just grabs his things and starts walking towards the exit. Before leaving the store he gives me one last glance, shit-eating grin plastered on his face again.

A sigh escapes my lips once he's out of sight. I take a quick look at the clock, 9:20 pm. Lazily, I make my way to the door and flip the sign hanging on it from "Open" to "Closed", and I go about my closing routine. Fifteen minutes later I'm outside locking the store and turning on the security alarm.

My name's Vex by the way, I have no idea how I ended up in this town. Born and raised in Kansas, I've travelled a lot through the country. Once I moved out of my parents' house, I was determined to explore as much as I could. I left at eighteen, I'm not gonna lie, it was hard, I had two hundred bucks in my pocket and my rusty car. I would sleep in it for most of the nights, not really a huge fan of hotels, too expensive even though i always managed to have a temporary job. Often I would only have one meal a day as I couldn't afford more, but I don't regret it one bit. I had to get out of there. Every passing day in that house would suffocate me more and more. I mean, I love my parents, but their relationship has gotten way too toxic over the years. As I grew up, their fights got more intense and aggressive. They were both right and wrong at the same time, but they are both stubborn and would never sit down and have a real conversation. My dad was too caught up in work, the only thing he could talk about. And my mom had pent-up anger from seeing how her husband would get more and more distant. He's not a bad man, he's trying his best, but he wasn't raised in a loving household, so the only way known to him of showing love and affection is working his ass off and taking care of the family. My mom, on the other hand, is a bit more affectionate, she would take care of every little detail to make us happy. Always a step ahead, before you could open your mouth to say anything, she was already there giving you exactly what you wanted. But she's also prideful and, as I said, stubborn as she is. And she has a really bad temper, something that I got from her, that's how the fights and arguments would start. She got mad, started yelling, my dad would follow and, well, you know the rest.

I grew sick of it, hearing them screaming hurtful things to each other, so one day I packed up my things and left.

I stumbled across this small town in Indiana, Hawkins. I was on my way to Michigan from Illinois, I'd decided to take a couple of weeks to get some rest since I had been driving all the way from Wisconsin without taking a break.

My plan was to park my car for a few days, get a full night of sleep or two, and get some food for the road, but then I met Eddie. And that motherfucker tangled me so good that...well here I am, it's been almost a year since then.

We met at a comic shop, we were fighting over the last copy of our favorite comic. We eventually got kicked out, and somehow we ended up in a bar having drinks and talking about life like we'd known each other for a lifetime.

Slowly, what started out as a two-week break turned into empty promises to myself at the beginning of every week that I would be hitting the road by the next Monday. Next thing I knew Eddie was helping me settle down here. I must say, he did chew my ear off about staying here.

Eddie lives in a trailer park, the first days I would crash there for the night. It was more comfortable than the backseat of my car anyway.

Slowly but surely my cash started to melt away, which was just another reason for Eddie to try and convince me to stay, at least for a little while. I tried to talk him into coming with me, I'd been travelling alone for a really long time and I actually enjoyed his company. But the fucker would always turn the tables on me and end up talking to me about the pros of staying here.

Now listen, I have to admit that this town has something to it, and it really started to grow on me. It is quiet and peaceful, but yet it still can creep the shit out of you.

After two months or so I got a job, and shortly after that I had my own roulotte parked right next to Eddie's. Well it wasn't actually my own, it was a rental, but you get the point.

And, well, pretty much that's it. Now here I am, cigarette hanging from my lips, dragging my feet as I arrive home. I take a quick look at Eddie's trailer, lights on, he's home.

I manage to open the door to my wheeled house, I throw the cigarette butt before I make my way in, and as soon as I set foot inside, my entire body deflates and I throw myself on the bed.

I close my eyes letting myself drift off to sleep, my stomach growls, but I'm too tired to even think about eating right now. I can feel my body sinking on the mattress as every muscle relaxes.

–Yoo shithead!- my eyes pop open in a split second as I recognize the voice. I groan, turning on my side, my heavy eyes shutting again. I hear how he knocks on my door.–I know you're thereee.-he sings. I groan once again, knowing damn well that if I don't open, he's not gonna shut up.

I get off the bed and make my way to the door, flipping it open, finding the long-haired boy standing there with a smile on his face.

–You hungry?- he lifts two paper bags, one in each hand. This dork... I try to put an annoyed look on my face, but he doesn't buy it, so I decide to just move to make room for him.

–Come in you shitbird.- a laugh threatens to come out of my mouth but I push my lips together, taking advantage of the fact that he can't see me.

He lets himself fall on the small couch in my "living room" placing the bags on the coffee table in front of him. Lazily, I walk over to him and sit on the other end of the couch, propping my feet on his legs.

–So- he says, taking one of the bags and placing it on my lap.- Got any plans for tonight?.- he asks. I've already taken out the hot cheeseburger from my bag. I'm starving so bad that only the smell has my mouth watering.

–Sleeping.-I say, unwrapping the sandwich.

–Nuh-uh.- he places a fry in his mouth.- What are you? 80 or something?- each word between chews, a frown on his forehead in disappointment.

–What I am is tired as fuck.- My mouth full from the bite I just took.

–Woman!-he suddenly shouts, I look at him unfazed, still chewing on my food. He gets up, letting my feet fall off his legs.- It's Friday night.- he walks dramatically until he places himself right in front of the table.

–So?- I speak with my mouth full again.

–So?!- he looks hysterical, this time he gets closer to me, crouches beside me in front of the couch, letting all his weight fall on his right knee.–I think you ignore the major events that are about to go down later tonight.- This time he speaks lower, looking dead into my eyes for dramatic effect. I laugh, getting up from my seat and walking to the fridge.

–Care to enlighten me?- my eyes fall on him for a second before I turn my head to look at the fridge. He runs up to me.

–Tonight is the night where HISTORY is gonna be made in Hawkins.- He's talking on my left side, close to my face, while fidgeting like crazy. Then he shifts to my right side, two inches away from my cheek while I bend over to take a better look in the fridge.–TONIGHT...-I flinch a little since he's shouting straight in my ear– Tonight there's gonna be light and fireworks thrown upon this shithole of a town.- i finally find a can of coke in the back of the bottom shelf.– Tonight Hawkins is gonna learn what REAL ART is.- I make my way back to my couch, he's still following me not stopping his speech. There's no point in trying to stop him, he likes being theatrical. I open the can, taking a sip from it.–Tonight Vex...-and he's crouching again in front of me, one hand laying on top of each of my knees, his face inches away from mine. He makes a pause to emphasize.–Tonight we're in for the show...-his left hand flies behind him, smirk on his face and a brow arched.–...of our FUCKING LIVES.- He shouts at the top of his lugs, i flinch as a drop of spit hits my left cheekbone. The hand that was hidden just a couple of seconds ago is now a few inches of my face holding two pieces of paper. I squint a little bit, focusing on reading them. Judas Priest. My eyes widen as my brain assimilates the words, and I choke on my coke.

–SHUT UP.- I stand up.–How the fuck?! They were sold out weeks ago! –Suddenly adrenaline takes over wiping away any need of sleep that I had. He stands up, nodding like crazy.

–Yeah baby!‐ his face is adorned with a wide, bright smile.

–But how did you manage to get the tickets?!- He laughs, his right hand flips his long hair over his shoulder to the back.

–I have good connections.- he says, full of pride.

– Connections?- My voice mocking, a smirk tugging at my lips. He looks at me and rolls his eyes.

–Okay, there's this guy I used to sell weed to. He owes me a shit ton of money, heard he got his hands on a couple tickets. So now he's free of debts.- he shrugs and then lets his body fall on my bed.–So, you coming or...what?

A smile starting to form on my lips and he mirrors me.

–You bet your ass I'm going.

–So go get dressed then, shitface!- He shouts one more time.

Next Chapter.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x oc #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things #enemies to lovers #fluff #angst #smut #fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson best friend #billy hargrove x fem oc #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson friendship #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove story #billy hargrove love story #billy #Hargrove #eddie #munson

[fixfoxnox]

I think your opinion on PriceGaz is totally right because as a part-time SoapGaz shipper I have hardly seen anybody write about them while there’s certain something worth your notice. I think people just don’t ship Gaz with anybody…

People just don't pay Gaz enough attention in general and its so frustrating. Like y'all will ship Soap and König or König with anyone but the second someone wants to let Gaz fuck that old man its a problem

Like SoapGaz should be a more popular ship than it is, like they both have matching energies and they would vibe so well together dude. I just know they're cuddle kings with one another

Also you guys can't tell me that Gaz isn't the softest boyfriend ever??? Like he gives such positive frat bro energy in like a good way?? AND THE LACK OF GAZ X READER FICS IS CRIMINAL

LIKE I CAN GO ON AO3 AND READ LIKE 800 FICS ABOUT RANDOM ASS KÖNIG BUT THERE ARE ONLY LIKE 30 OF GAZ??? THAT AIN'T RIGHT MAN

I will say tho like Gaz stans are the funniest people on the planet they're so dedicated to that man. All the posts of the "I like gaz" "he's mine, you stay away from him its not his time" werewolf posts on tiktok make me wheeze any time I see them (idk if anyone knows what I'm talking about but they're hysterical)

Anyways I love Gaz and I would die for him

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #kyle gaz garrick