#he looks so good wha— 😩

[dilfl0v3rss]

How would piss ony off for him to do this?

https://twitter.com/shefreakyyasf/status/1676278422488719361?s=46&t=XNPHyJBqVLim8WnaQQHPig

ohhh maaa gawdddd😩😩😩

you gotta be doing something ridiculous for him to be fucking you like in the car like that in BROAD DAYLIGHT

“pa i wanna go homeeeee” you groaned as you watching ony roll up his window after selling to another customer. a long sigh left his mouth as he shook his head and put the money in his glovebox. you been sitting in this damn car for hours, watching your man do the same thing over and over again as he played his stupid drill music throughout the vehicle. “mama whas wrong now” he mumbled, giving you a bored expression as he looked you up and down in your pretty outfit. a smirk grew on his face as he thought unholy scenarios about what he’d do to you in the backseat with that skimpy thing on. “y’look sexy baby. give daddy a kiss”

a mean mug quickly grew on your face. this man just completely ignored your complaint and threw his head straight into the gutter. this that shit you be talking about, him not listening when you need him to, but always expecting you to do so when he wants you to. “no nigga i wanna go the fuck home” you said. your words didn’t really bother him that much, besides the cursing. ony was in a good mood today, he made a lot of money and planned to spend it all on you later despite your attitude. “aye aye…be nice” he mumbled, moving his head over the center console to give you a kiss.

once again this man didn’t give you the reaction you wanted, so you pushed your luck. before he got too close you decided that it’d be okay to take your hand and mush it across his cheek. ony seen it coming though so he moved back, but your long stiletto nails still grazed his cheek, making a small scratch appear on his upper cheek. fear quickly ran through your bones as you watched your boyfriend lightly tap the scratch on his face, a small drop of blood sitting on his finger as he picked his head up and looked straight at you. “b-baby i-” “get in the fucking back”

this was the one time in your life where you felt like you deserved what was happening to you. back arched deep into the cousin of his seats as your angry boyfriend fucked you with anger in the backseat. his big hand wrapped around your ankle to keep you from running as he let you cry out many apologies and promises. “daddy m’sorryyyyy” you whined, your arm stretching towards the door to try to pull yourself away from his brutal thrusts. “w-won’t do it again i swearrrr” ony scoffed, fucking you so hard that you couldn’t even keep your arm up. too fucked out to even remember that you were trying to run. “fuck up….puttin y’fuckin hands on me, you crazy or sum?”

his thrusts deepened, making a scream erupt from your throat as you quickly laid your hand on top of his. your hand shook, the repeated tapping of your skin on his making ony look down towards your tore up state. “what? you tappin?” he said, his voice deep and angry as he didn’t stop or slow his trusts. you nodded your head quickly, lifting it from the seat so you can speak. drool and tears fell from your glossy lips as you took deep breaths of air as if you were suffocating. “i know i was wrong daddy, but…..but i really can’t t-take itttt” ony slid his hand up and down your back, keeping his voice soft as he spit his mean words at you. “awww mama…i really don’t give a fuck” he roughly pushed you down, holding the back of your neck as he pushed you down into the cushion.

“you gon take this fucking dick until daddy say you done aight? ion play that shit and ima make sure it don’t happen ever again”

#𝑡𝑤𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠 :) #aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black!reader #aot smut #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon x black!reader #aot onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon x black reader

[sluttywonwoo]

In the mood to be ravaged by Minsung 😩😩

um. idk where this came from. goodnight.

word count: 1.2k

details: smut (mdni), threesome, oral, degradation, frat!au, toxic behavior

“hold her down,” minho sneers at his best friend, watching you with his arms crossed over his chest.

jisung mutters something under his breath but complies anyway, straddling your hips and pinning your wrists above your head on the mattress.

minho seems satisfied enough with that and squats down next to the bed so that he’s at eye level with you. you refuse to look at him, knowing your bratty behavior won’t get you anywhere, but you’re too proud to give him what he wants.

you’ve been fucking minho for, oh, a couple of months now. on and off. he’s good in bed but doesn’t want to be tied down, etc. etc. like every other frat guy you’ve ever met. except for jisung. unlike minho, jisung actually did seem to want to get to know you. he took you out on dates. he texted you goodnight. he didn’t have a snapchat account.

“i didn’t know he was your best friend,” you insist bitterly, glaring at jisung.

the only person who could’ve known and likely knew you were sleeping with both men was jisung. you’re trying to get a read on him, which is why you’re staring him down, but he maintains eye contact and stays stoic, not giving any indication as to whether or not your suspicion is correct.

minho snorts. “i don’t believe you.”

“he’s way too nice for anyone to assume he’s associated with you.” well, the position he had you in now wasn’t very nice but it was turning you on.

minho full-on laughs this time which gets you to finally turn your head in his direction. “nice? han jisung?”

“is that his last name?” you ask, looking back to the man in question who nods in affirmation. “then yes. he’s perfectly nice.”

“would someone perfectly nice fuck you behind their best friend’s back?”

“sure,” you say, shrugging to the best of your abilities with jisung on top of you. “i’m not anyone to you. we’re not exclusive, we’re not even a ‘we’. you text me when you’re horny, sometimes i respond. and vice versa. how could jisung have known we were sleeping together unless you told him? and even then, how could he have known how weird you’d get over it?”

“she ever talk back to you like that?” minho asks jisung, completely ignoring your little monologue.

for the first time, jisung looks nervous. he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off before he does. “he likes it,” you say.

jisung’s cheeks flush even pinker and he averts his eyes from his best friend’s, all but confirming what you’ve just claimed.

“he likes being bossed around,” you continue, as if the poor man’s grave hasn’t been dug deep enough. “why do you think he spends so much time with you?”

minho makes a sound in the back of his throat, annoyed. “so you like having it both ways? being used like a slut and having one of your own?”

“see, you get it.”

“oh, i get it, alright,” he spits, standing back up. “ji, take your pants off.”

“wha- right now?”

“unless you don’t want to fuck her?”

“no i do, i do…”

he scrambles up and starts unbuckling his belt, fumbling with the clasp. you reach out to for him, your hands now free, and touch him gently.

“don’t feel pressured to do anything, baby. we can do this later, just us if you’d rather.”

jisung lifts his head to meet your gaze, smirking. his eyes, usually so bright and sparkly, have gone completely dark. it catches you off guard. “and let him have you all to himself? yeah right.”

you shake your head adamantly. “that’s not- i was just-”

“undress her,” minho interrupts, his voice echoing out from the corner of the room.

jisung finishes getting his own jeans off before moving on to you. you make it easier for him by lifting your hips so he can pull your pants off and then do the same with your arms for your shirt.

minho undresses himself, depriving you of the sight as he does it while you’re distracted by his best friend.

“min…” jisung murmurs when joins you both on the bed.

“hm?”

“can i… taste her?”

minho smirks and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. of course he was loving this. sure, doing this with jisung meant he had to share you, but it also meant he had another person to dominate. figures the power would go straight to his dick head as soon as he learned jisung would listen to his commands.

minho cocks his head to the side, pretending to think about it. “how badly do you want it?”

jisung gulps before answering, eyes falling between your thighs. “so bad.”

“fine, you can.”

“thank-”

“but only over her panties.”

jisung’s eyes go wide. “but-”

“take it or leave it.”

jisung whines, barely audible, but doesn’t protest further.

“sorry, baby,” he says to you, pouting as he parts your legs and lowers his head between them.

your hands fly to his hair the instant you feel his tongue on you, pushing his face further into your pussy. jisung moans against you which makes you moan in turn.

you don’t remember closing your eyes but when you open them, minho’s got his cock in his hand, squeezing it gently as he watches the two of you. he notices you looking at him and grins lazily.

“feel good?”

“uh huh…”

“jisung’s good at that, isn’t he?”

“mhm…”

“better than me?”

you blink at minho and frown. “i don’t—”

“i mean, he doesn’t seem to be making you scream right now so i can draw my own conclusions.”

“you’re an asshole,” you scoff.

he shrugs. “an asshole that can make you cum really, really hard.”

you want to point out that he’s purposely put jisung at a disadvantage by making him eat you out through your underwear but you don’t. instead, you focus the feeling of jisung workig you closer and closer to the edge with his tongue.

“don’t let her cum, ji.”

you both groan at that.

“no, no, no i’m so close. please don’t stop,” you plead, trying to trap him in place with your thighs around his head.

jisung freezes, unsure of who to listen to.

“please, baby, i’m right there,” you try again.

timidly, jisung nudges your clit with his tongue a couple more times, just enough to send you over. but minho yanks his best friend away as it washes over you, effectively ruining the orgasm and making you cry out in frustration as you clench around nothing.

“‘m sorry,” jisung mumbles.

“save it. get her on all fours.”

“i can do it myself,” you say defensively, pushing yourself up onto your elbows just for you to immediately lose your balance and fall back into the pillows.

minho doesn’t so much as blink at you. “like i said.”

jisung does end up helping you. he even holds you upright with his hands on your hips as he positions himself behind you. minho opted for the front, citing something about being the only one who could shut you up properly.

“ready?” he asks jisung as he taps his cock against your lips.

jisung nods, presumably, because you can feel the head of his cock push in just slightly.

“this time, don’t let her cum for real.”

“and if i do?”

minho just scoffs and shakes his head, muttering brat under his breath. “then we’ll just have to edge you as many times as we edge her.”

#coincidental #lost control and next thing i knew it was angst #answered #anon #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #han smut #han jisung smut #lee minho smut

[cal-flakes]

can you do one where rafe is secretly in love with y/n but acts cocky because he doesn’t want her to find it and they just keep teasing each other pls 😩

╰┈➤ bestfriend’s brother

warnings: swearing, teasing,

summary: sarah’s bestfriend, y/n, comes to stay at tannyhill for a while since her parents are away.

“again, thank you both so much!” y/n smiled at rose and ward, setting her bags down in the hallway. “it’s never a problem sweetie, you might as well be part of the furniture!” ward joked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

y/n’s parents had gone out of town, again, for a work thing, leaving her to find somewhere to stay for a couple weeks. so when she called sarah, she’d immediately been offered ti stay at tannyhill. “are you sure your dad and rose won’t mind?” she’d sighed down the phone, knowing the answer. “they love you y/n! you know you’re always welcome here..”

if anything it was handy for the cameron’s to have y/n staying with them, she was always up to help around the house or help wheezie with her homework when her actual siblings couldn’t be bothered.

ward took the bags from her, lugging them up to sarah’s room while rose lead y/n through to the the kitchen. “are you hungry sweetheart?” she asked, a caring look on her face. “no, i’m okay, thank you though”

with a nod, rose sent the girl on her way to sarah’s room. y/n adored spending time at tannyhill, it was always so warm and everyone was always happy to see her. well, everyone except rafe.

so when she bumped into him on the way to her friends bedroom, knocking his water bottle out of her hand, she almost cowered. “nice going, those glasses aren’t doing you any good?” he teased, reaching down for the bottle.

“ignore him y/n, he’s just in a mood cause he’s in trouble with dad” sarah’s voice appeared from the landing, mocking rafe for his foul mood that afternoon.

glaring at his sister, rafe shoved past y/n, stomping angrily down the rest of the stairway.

she stared between the two siblings, somewhat unphased by rafe’s unpleasant demeanour. she’d seen it all in the last fourteen years that she no longer payed him any mind.

following sarah to her room, the pair giggled as they closed the door behind them, quickly setting up shop for a couple hours worth of boy talk.

the bond between the two was unbreakable. sure, they’d had their fair share of petty arguments here and there, but never anything detrimental.

hours passed as they spoke about anything and everything, giggling and howling together.

“so, what about you?” sarah questioned, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. y/n’s face twisted as confusion set in. “what do you mean?”

“i mean..you haven’t told me about any boys on your mind yet!” her friend groaned, bouncing on the bed in exasperation.

“ohh, yeah, no…no boys here unfortunately…” sarah frowned at y/n’s answer, expecting something much more exciting.

the frown on her face flipped into a menacing smirk as she stared at y/n, leaning closer. “i know someone you might like…” she whispered.

intrigued, y/n leaned in further, her ear tilting to sarah’s lips.

“rafe’s available..” she joked, looking for any sign of agreement in y/n’s face.

“wha-rafe? rafe hates me sarah! he always has!” y/n shrieked, a look of disdain plastered on her face.

giggling, sarah shook her head. “no he doesn’t, why do you think he’s always lingering around whenever you come over?”

little did the pair know, rafe was lingering around, right outside sarah’s bedroom door, listening intently.

a smirk danced across his lips as he heard y/n speak. “i-i mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely attractive, but we’ve always hated eachother sarah, it-it’s like tradition, or something..” she gushed, a light shade of pink appearing on her cheeks.

rafe chuckled slightly, almost losing his balance. the floorboard beneath him gave his eavesdropping away, catching the girls attention.

he hastily made the decision to pretend he was already on his way to sarah’s room, knocking on the door.

turning the handle, he leaned against the doorway, his cocky demeanour demanding the attention in the room.

“what are you two talking about?” he asked, frowning at his sister and her friend. “why do you care?” y/n retorted.

taken back by her quick response, his head tilted in amusement. “do you ever go home?” he spat, the corner of his lips threatening a smile. “do you ever shut up?”

“okay, enough flirting! what do you want rafe?” sarah interjected, leaving her friend slightly flustered at the statement.

“dad told me to let you know that dinners almost ready..” he lied, glaring at y/n before he turned to leave.

part two maybe??

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #dom!rafe #rafe obx #soft!rafe cameron

[itsmealaiah]

2011 SUB BILL [FEMALE READER HAS A SURPRISE FOR BILL AFTER HIS FIRST TIME MODELING FOR DESQUARED] (toys , blindfold, her in a set bill absolutely loves)

yes 😩 🫶

A little congratulations

tags/ warnings: reader being dressed in full body lingerie, sub! bill, use of toys/ blindfold, begging, cursing, slight screaming, head (m receiving), reader torturing bill.

synopsis: after bill's first modeling show for desquared, you had a little surprise for him, including plenty of fun for you both 💝

MDNI ⚠️

pairing: 2011 bill x fem

Your POV:

Looking at myself one last time in the mirror, my body completely coated in the lingerie I had chosen for bill to come home to when the Desquared show was finished. I was extremely happy for him, this was his first modeling gig, and I knew he loved the profession. So as a little congratulations, I prepared a blindfold, a vibrator, and handcuffs for him when he walked through the door. Me dressed in a extremely revealing, silky bodysuit of lace, chains and buckles all over the clothing. It was currently nine-twenty p.m, and bill would be home by ten, so all I had to do was wait. I perfected everything and went out into the living room, and the cold air hit my skin fast and hard. I turned on a random channel, not really fully watching it, my mind too preoccupied about bill, how'd he react when he saw me like this, how'd his reaction would be when he saw the display on the bed, neatly folded.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard keys jingling on the outside of the door, and I leapt from the couch, running into the bedroom to get in a good position. "Love, where are you?" Bill called out, his footsteps seeming to get closer to the bedroom door with each stomp. Eventually, he turned the doorknob, and his jaw dropped when he saw me, sprawled out on the bed, the vibrator in my hand, toying with it. He dropped everything in shock, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Hi baby, thought I'd dress up all nice for your first big show" I grinned wickedly, placing the toy down onto the mattress. His adam' s apple bobbed up and down, as if he was nervous. "Why don't you come over here pretty boy?" I spoke in a sultry tone, and he slowly came over to me. "Good boy" I smiled as he laid his back onto the bed. "ready?" I asked, placing my hands onto his jeans, unzipping the denim as I kissed his neck, toying with him. He let out a small moan as I tore off the jeans and his boxers, seeing his hard erection. "So pretty for me" I gazed down at his cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

I lowered my head to his dick, licking off the little juices on the top, and he moaned, throwing his head back roughly. "F-fuck" he spoke, as I deepthroated him quickly, my eyes beginning to water as I took all of him in my mouth, tongue running up and down his shaft, as his hips bucked up against my mouth, desperately seeking some type of friction while I licked up and down, my head bobbing on his cock. "Ngh, please love" He pleaded, and I gazed up at him, his face contorting to the pleasure he was receiving, and I loved it. "Aw pretty boy, so good for me, letting me use you like this" I mumbled against him, my eyes never leaving his. "Gonna c-cum soon" He groaned, arching his hips off the bed, and I pushed him down. "Don't fucking move" I barked, while he whined. I continued my assault, making him cry out as he came, releasing all over my face and tongue, his legs shaking.

"You ready for more?" I asked, grabbing the handcuffs, pinning him to the bed so he couldn't move. He looked up, trying to shimmy his wrists out, but I slapped his thigh. "Stop, bad boys don't get to feel this good" I demanded, lifting his head up from the pillows, holding the back of his skull in my hand, and picked up the blindfold from the edge of the bed. "What's that?" He whimpered, still trembling from his orgasm. "This?" I held the black scarf innocently. "This is for you, my dear" I smiled, tying it around the back of his head and his lips parted, unsure of what to do. "Don't worry, you'll feel very good soon" I promised, the hum of the vibrator filling the room. I placed it on his tip, pushing down hard, and he cried out. "Oh pretty boy, is it really that good?" I teased, and he nodded rapidly. "Hmm, I don't think that answer's good enough" I sighed, a hint of playfulness in my voice. "what's wrong?" He heaved, chest rising up and down.

I ran the toy up and down his cock, and he screamed. "Much better" I grinned. "Making me so happy" I spoke, not easing up on him. "y/n!" He yelled, filling the air with his pleasured noises, each filling my ears sweetly, making me press deeper. "Doing so good, letting me fuck your pretty little cock like this" I said. "Cu-cumming! Cumming!" He screamed again, and I pulled it off of him. "what?! why!" He protested in anger. "Because, now it's time to return the favor" A smile tugged at my lips once again, and I undid his restraints, letting him free. "Alright, well, you sure you're ready?" He asked, and I nodded once.

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader smut #bill kaulitz x you #kaulitz twins

[arlerts-angel]

Dare I ask for jealous armin? Would he be sweet and tell you how he feels or would he be mean and show you how he feels? 🤭🤭

note: this sent me into jealous armin brainrot 😩🥰

nsfw ! minors kindly dni

cw: mean!dom!armin x afab!reader, reader has non-gendered pronouns, use of names (whore, baby, slut, angel), oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected penetrative sex (piv), light aftercare

how armin reacts when he feels jealous depends entirely on why he's jealous.

if someone hits on you unprompted, he'll just bring you a little closer to him... kiss the top of your head and wrap his arm around your waist.

but if you make him jealous on purpose? he's making a bit of a dramatic exit.

when he sees you chatting with someone else, laughing at their jokes (which he thinks knows aren't funny) and glancing over at him... he grabs your hand and drags you away. "wha- where are we going?" you ask innocently. he doesn't answer you, but instead calls out to the person you were flirting with.

"so sorry about dragging this pretty thing away from you. her whore mouth speaks out of turn sometimes."

his grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls you behind him. "armin–" you start. he stops abruptly and speaks in a low voice. "your mouth is only good for one thing right now, and that's not speaking."

once you're away from the crowd, he opens the car door for you because he's still a gentleman. he unbuttons his pants, revealing a tent in his boxers and a little spot of precum where the tip of his achy cock rests.

"show me how you really use that whore mouth of yours." he demands as he frees his erect cock from the confines of his boxers. you don't skip a beat before taking all of his length between your lips. he groans as you suck hungrily on his dick, outlining every curve and vein with your tongue.

"look so pretty with my dick in your mouth." he sighs, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and fucking into your mouth. you gag around him, earning a moan from him. "you can take it baby, you're a good slut aren't you?" you nod and continue sucking him off.

he thrusts his cock deep into your throat a couple more times. "fuck–" he groans. his dick twitches in your mouth and you're suddenly met with his thick, warm cum coating your throat. you swallow it all (like a good slut does) and await his next command.

"we're not finished here. just wait til we get home." he coos. he has one hand on the steering wheel while the other teases your cunt. "so fucking wet. not surprised." he teases. "fuck 'min gonna make me cum–!" you whine, but he won't allow you to cum. not yet. he sucks your slick off his fingers and returns his hand to the steering wheel.

after an agonizing drive home, he bends you over the couch and fucks you from behind. "this is how whores get fucked. you like it? being fucked like a whore?" he says through gritted teeth. you nod, unable to complete a coherent thought. "use your words, pretty. you like it, don't you? so fucking dirty." he groans, slamming into your pussy mercilessly. "yes, sir." you cry out. "that's right." he says in your ear. "may i cum now, sir?" you ask as you approach your orgasm. "yeah, cum for me angel."

he slams his cock into you one last time before you both collapse into each other, riding out the highs of your climaxes. he kisses your shoulders and rubs your hair lovingly. "you okay, love? too much?" he asks sweetly. "i'm okay, thank you." you reply. "let's go shower and relax... and, angel? you know i love you, right?"

#📝 — mack wrote that #🩷 — senpaii moot #armin arlert smut #armin smut #armin x fem reader #armin arlert x reader #aot fanfiction #armin snk #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin armin #snk smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin x you #armin fanfiction #armin x reader #attack on titan smut

[unfinshedsentec]

Baji. My request is just baji. No angst tho😭💔 but baji😩🫶🏽

heyyy love! Thank you so much for requesting! I loveeee baji and it was his birthday a couple days ago sooo

Hope you enjoy <33

PAINTING BAJI’S NAILS❗️

reader is gender neutral! and just a warning, this is not proofread so it probably isn’t the best

character pairing: baji keisuke x reader

tw: cursing

“Why are so many hot guys painting their nails?”

“What?”

That was what you were introduced with at 7 in the morning. Baji, for whatever reason, woke up decided that hot guys paint their nails. You had to be honest, you were confused. You didn’t think Baji cared too much about other guys, but clearly, you were wrong.

“Y’know, all these hot guys have their nails painted!” he continued, looking at you. “Is like cool now or something?”

You just looked up at him, completely baffled. This was by far the last thing you were expecting to hear this morning. It was honestly a good wake up call, that’s for sure. “Well Baji, I gotta be honest. I don’t know”

“…do you think it’s hot?”

You immediately stopped in your tracks. Nothing but shock filled you. Baji had never, I mean never asked anything like this before. He usually just does things and happens to look hot while doing it. Unless it has to do with his hair, he never really particularly paid attention. Well, not until now.

“I mean…I guess” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

Slowly you could hear Baji’s footsteps behind you stopping. His kicked his feet around a bit, but kept his eyes glued to the ground. He was quiet, unusually quiet for the way he is. He definitely had some sort of odd change overnight.

“…you better not make fun of me” he grumbled, still refusing to look back at you.

“Wha-“, you gasped. “I would never!”

“Yeah, yeah” he groaned. Nervously he fidgeted, his eyes going everywhere expect to your own. He was clearly nervous, maybe even anxious about whatever hot guys have nails. Hell, it took him a good couple of minutes before he finally yelled what he wanted at you. “I WANT YOU TO PAINT MY NAILS”

Oh, how much power it took for you not to break down laughing right there. Baji’s face was red as a blush covered his cheeks and ears. He was till looking away from you. Hell, his eyes were closed. Sweat broke out on his skin as he nervously awaited your answer. And you, were choking up trying not to laugh.

It wasn’t even funny, just…surprising. It was surprising Baji was the one to ask you that, not Chifuyu or Ryusei. You were shocked that your boyfriend out of all people, wanted you to paint his nails.

“O-okay” you uttered, holding back your laugh. “We can do that after school”

“Really?” he said, finally looking at you.

“Yes”

At that, he gave you a nice thank you and you kept walking to school. You were still shocked, and you had to process it for a while, but by the time you saw Baji again after school, you were both excited to paint his nails! Maybe you would even paint yours.

On the way back to your house, you and Baji stopped by a shop and picked up nail polish and an after-school snack. Baji just chose a nice black, but it complimented his eyes well. The black-haired boy had an smile on his face the whole time. He kept trying to hide it, but he failed miserably.

It was adorable, really.

And trust me, the moment you got back, it was nail painting time.

“Sit still Baji”, you muttered, trying to keep your focus. “If you keep moving, I’ll get this shit all over you”

Baji grumbled, looking as closely at the nails as he possibly could. His hair was tied back neatly, and his shirt was a random one you gave him so he wouldn’t get polish all over the place. The poor guy is messy, so he needs all the precautions possible.

“This is like the 5th coat!” he grumbled, one of his hands under a nail drier. “Aren’t we almost done?”

“We’re getting there, just be patient.”

Baji was getting impatient. But from the way he kept looking at his newly painted nails, and the little glimmer in his eyes, you could tell he was excited. He had never done anything like this before, so it was certainly a new thing.

Plus, you knew there was definitely a part of him that thought it made him look more badass.

“And done!” you yelled, admiring your work. “Now we just gotta let it dry”

“Yes!” Baji yelled, all excited. He happily looked at his nails and kept looking and kept looking. Even for day to come after that, Baji just admired his painted nails. He showed it off to everyone, especially Chifuyu. You ended up painting Chifuyu’s nails too because he thought it was so cool. Baji even showed it to his cats, just because!

Clearly Baji like his nails, which was good. After all, it was fun to paint his nails. Plus, it was a cute date idea!

It looks like Baji will be having some painted nails in the future! It just has to be his idea, not yours.

He WILL say no otherwise.

masterlist || reblogs are very appreciated <33

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[rzyraffek]

hello again jiji (walks on all fours and leaves his order) a reaction from the slashers (the ones you want) to a y/n that draws nsfw of them (again, I love the other one) KISSES AND THANK YOU SO MUCH♡

Omg its u again🙄/j As always thanks for reuqest!! Sorry it took few days to write I was sick😔pronouns she/her Requests open

Slashers reacting to y/n nsfw drawings of them

Asa emory

He just came back, he is rarley home so he assumed she will be out or sleeping

He went into house and streight into bedroom(bug men needs sleep too😴)

He saw the drawing just vibing on desk near bed, he really looks at Her stuff but he choose violence today

"Uhhhhh🧍‍♂️" "wha, oh ur home😊 nice to-Asa what are you looking at?😨" "Uhhhhhh🧍"

Asa did expect her to miss him (due to him being all busy and away from home most of time) but like?? Gurl? U down bad pls??? She could say so? "Aww poor loney thing, you know you could just text me~" "🤯NO😳Asa its 4am😩🤨"

I mean Asa is very very creative men im sure He will figure something out, how to make it up to her.

"I always thought you prefered bugs tbh" "I- You mean like in bed??🤨" "yea😔" "wtf🧍"

Ghostface

Man just came back from lovley killing spree he had, he was ready to tell her all about stupid people he encoutered today

"Im back honey! Ooh- she left little gift for me awww*sees the drawing* 😳😍oh myy i didint know you had those ideas"

Btw she in fact did not leave it there on purpose and she did not want him to see it

"What what u screaming about *sees it* ohgodno i can explain really I-"

If he will try to tease her, she should just shmack him really🔨, he stops or gets bullied by his gf

Once per few weeks he will radomly remind her of sins that she commited, she will exprience flashbacks

Heelshie Brahms

Man was watching her draw for good 30minutes, of course she had no clue, he was in walls

He didnt really know what she was drawing but she seemed really blushy and into it. And we all know that Brahms is curious creature ofcourse he will look at stuff she drew

Bro got into the room while she was out doing chores. He took the paper, and looked at it for good few mintues until "oh I forgot my towel-BRAHMS WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN- NNOO DONT LOOK" "Bloody hell what am I looking at🤨"

He wasnt flustered or anything He just kinda 🤨💀

"I mean if you have any Dreams you could ju-" "NO NO I DONT IM GOING BACK TO AMERCIA"

She in fact didnt go back to amercia, and he stole the drawing btw

Yautja

Ah😍 he came back from hunt, ready to give y/n a lovley gift!

Oh mate im back from hunt! I- what- what is that- what is the meaning! I- Mate explain!!"

Alien man got confused

He will carry it all the way to place where shes vibing rn (bonus points if they leave with other humans/yautjas cuz He wasnt covering any of it) "WHAT what, what you mean mate??? I- I do not understand :( "

Guys pls be patient the big guy does not understand :(

Its even worse because not only she has to wittnes her lover being all 😨😔😍 but in addition she has to explain it to him?? Duble boom

"If you crave anything mate, you could just tell me🙄"

This is post made by asexual gang. Shout out to all asexual gang members. Remeber to like and subscibe to join asexual gang

Not the best fics, i would rate it 6/10 in funny scale.

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #asa emory x reader #asa emory #collector x reader #the collector x reader #the collector #brahms headcanons #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms x reader #brahms heelsire #ghostface x reader #ghostface

[munson-blurbs]

Oh my god you’re back! I was literally thinking of your perv!Eddie and best friend!reader and went to check if you’d appear in search and got so excited when I saw you did! I know it’s not the right season, but could I request something for them and maybe a pool or lake day?

Your wish is my command! This turned into complete and utter smut without a plot and I'm sorry 😩

Warnings: smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (m! and f! receiving), public sex, unprotected p in v (use a condom pls), reader wears a bikini, language

WC: 1.6k

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"Please can you take me to the lake?" you whine, fanning yourself with your hand. You and Eddie are sitting on the floor of your living room, an old black-and-white movie playing on the TV in front of you. "It's so hot outside!"

Eddie grins. "Of course, sweetheart." He would like nothing more than to bring you to the lake; hell, he'd drive to the goddamn Pacific Ocean if it meant seeing you in a bikini.

"Yay!" You throw your arms around him, your chest pressing against his arm. "You're the best, I swear. Let me just change real quick, okay?"

He nods, swallowing thickly. The thought of you stripping down to nothing has his cock twitching in his jeans.

"Black or purple?" Your voice snaps him from his thoughts, and he looks over to see a bikini in each color pinched between your fingers.

"Wha--oh. Um, black, I guess," he stammers. "Yeah, black's good."

You nod, placing the purple one back in your drawer. "I'll just need help tying the strings, if you don't mind." With that, you disappear into your bathroom.

"O-or you can just leave it untied!" He tries to make it sound like a joke, but he's completely serious. He palms himself over his jeans just thinking about it.

You laugh from behind the bathroom door. "You'd love that," you tease.

Yeah, I fuckin' would, Eddie thinks. He's about to bolt for the second floor bathroom so he can rub one out when he hears the doorknob turn. You step out, hands over your breasts, keeping your top up. He's never wished for your fingers to slip more than he does now.

"A little help here, Eds?" you ask, and it takes him a moment to process your request. He takes the ties and makes them into a bow at the nape of your neck, and you can feel his hard cock against your bare thigh. "Don't make it too loose; I don't want it to fall off."

Christ.

You slip on a pair of denim shorts, much to Eddie's chagrin, but you leave your chest covered only by the small bikini top. He can't help but stare at your cleavage, amplified by the padding. Shit, he just wants to fuck your tits so badly.

"Y'okay?" you place your hand on his bicep when you ask, and he swears he's about to blow his load right then and there.

"'M fine," he mutters. "Let's just go to the lake and cool off."

It's not until Eddie's rattling old van pulls up to the lake that he realizes he doesn't have a swimsuit.

"I can just sit on the rocks, y'know, chill out" he says, grateful for an excuse to keep his erection clad beneath his pants.

You're not having any of it. "Nah, just go swimming in your boxers!" When he groans, you roll your eyes with a giggle. "C'mon, I'm practically naked in this. You can be in your underwear." And with that, you slip out of your shorts, revealing thighs that Eddie would beg to be between, and jump off the dock into the water.

Eddie practically throws off his white sneakers and quickly strips off his clothes, throwing them haphazardly to the side. You sneak a peek at him; his lean body is littered with tattoos, and he grins when he catches you staring.

"Like what you see?" He always keeps his humorous tone, but you're genuine when you nod, blush creeping across your cheeks.

"Oh?" he questions, not expecting that response. "What do you like about it?" He does a cannonball into the lake, splashing you as he makes impact.

"Eddie!" you gasp.

He pouts. "What's the matter? Did I get you all wet?" He swims over to where you're treading water and tilts your chin up at him. "Poor thing."

You use your weightlessness to your advantage, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

"To answer your question," you say, looking straight into his deep brown eyes, "I like every...last...inch of your body." You feel his grip tighten on your lower back, a growl emanating from his throat.

"Don't tease me, princess," he groans. "Don't say that unless you mean it." His lips are at your neck, waiting for your reply.

"You're so pretty when you're needy," you whisper in his ear. You feel him press wet, harsh kisses along your throat, pawing at the strings he tied just 20 minutes earlier. The top peels down, revealing your hardened nipples. Eddie takes one in his mouth and sucks on it, feeling it pebble over his tongue. His thumb flicks over the other one, groping you clumsily.

"Eddie," you breathe out, "we can't do this here. What if someone sees?"

Eddie pulls his lips off of your skin and laughs. "Been showin' off for me all damn day, and now you're tryin' to be modest?"

"Showing off for you, Eds. Only you. Don't want anyone else seeing me like this."

He moans at this, glancing around desperately to find a place to go. "Come with me, baby." You both swim to the dock as fast as you can, and you fold your arms over your bare chest as soon as you get out of the water. Eddie rips the bikini top that's now gathered at your hips and tucks it into the waistband of his boxers.

He leads you over to a secluded area behind Skull Rock. As soon as you're both out of the line of vision for any passersby, you reach into his underwear and pull out his hard length.

"Want me to suck it?" you bat your eyelashes innocently, biting your lip when Eddie just nods. "Nuh-uh, pretty boy. Need you to beg me."

"Get on your knees and suck me off, princess," he whimpers, and you do as you're told. You lick a stripe from the base of his shaft to the pink tip, already dripping with precum.

"So big," you muse. "Look how massive you are compared to my hand." You punctuate your point by wrapping your fingers around his cock. "How am I gonna fit all this inside me?"

He whines at your dirty talk, throwing his head back as you hollow out your cheeks and take his full length between your lips. "S'good," he murmurs between moans. "Love seeing you full of me."

Spit dribbles down your chin as he bucks into you, hitting the back of your throat. He feels his release threatening, and he pulls out of your mouth.

"Why'd you stop?" you jut out your lower lip. "I was just getting started."

"I was gonna cum, and I--I need this pussy." He takes your hand, pulling you off of the ground, and immediately assumes the same position you were in. You stop out of your bikini bottoms as he tugs them to your ankles, leaving soft kisses down your folds. A tingling sensation spreads throughout your body as his tongue expertly finds your clit.

"Eddie--Eddie, holy shit," you whisper loudly. "Keep going. Keep doing that, faster, please."

He laughs, a hint of malice behind it. "Now who's needy, princess?"

"Me," you relent. "Me, I'm needy, need you so fucking bad, Eds."

"Mhm," he says, the vibration against your sex making you cry out even harder. "Thas a good girl." He presses one thick finger into you and curls it, pumping it in and out. "Y'like that?"

"Love it, love it, more," you plead.

"More?" Another mischievous chuckle. "Okay, if you insist." He pushes you up against the rock, hitching your legs around his waist like you had in the water. He nestles himself between your legs and slides his cock inside you, filling you up instantly. You hiss at the sudden pressure, but the pain is quickly replaced with exhilarating pleasure. "How's this?"

"So...so fucking good," you manage. "Wanted this for s'long."

"Wanted what?" Eddie teases. "Gotta tell me, babe."

You whine, barely able to complete a coherent thought. "Wanted you t-to fuck me. Wanted you inside me, fucking me just like you're doing now."

"Is that why you wore that skimpy little bikini?" You nod, and he moves one hand from your ass to your throat. "Words, baby."

"Y-yes," you admit. "Wore it just f'you."

"Aww, isn't that sweet," he coos, rutting into you harder. "But y'know, the best way to show me you want me is to wear nothing at all."

"I'll remember that for next time, pretty boy."

The idea of a next time coupled with the pet name has Eddie thrusting into you with an unparalleled voracity. You feel your orgasm wash over you, your pussy clenching around him as you finish with a throaty Eddie-Eddie-Eddie.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groans. "Where d'you want it?"

"My tits...cum on my tits," you pant. He eases you down, the removal of his cock leaving you mewling at the loss. You get back on your knees in front of him while he pumps himself, towering over you.

"Take it, good fucking girl, taking my cum all over her. Letting me mark her as my territory," Eddie snarls as he paints your chest with his sticky release. He lets out a few more breathy expletives as he slows down.

"We...we have to do that again," you say finally, pulling on your swimsuit bottoms. You reach down to pick up the top, but Eddie snatches it before you can.

"Eddie!" you whine. "Give it to me!"

"Oh, sweetheart," he smirks. "I think I just did."

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[dearshelby]

The road to peace

Summary: Tommy rents a house on the countryside and has to deal with his family's reaction at the same day peace is declared.

A/N: I wanted to post this last Thursday but I had a small problem that took three days to solve 😩 But, it's finally here, hope you like it!

Chapter 2: His eyes are blue.

Tommy's eyes switch between the house and the key in his hands. There's no going back now, the rent contract stipulates he must live in the house for a year at least, otherwise he will have to pay a quite expensive mulct.

Logically, Tommy will be only allowed to leave the place on 11th November, 1919.

His car is parked in front of the house, on the side of a dirt road, he supposes the lack of ground roads is a good sign, he's far enough from civilization to enjoy the silence, but close enough to not go mad from isolation.

Walking to the front door, he enters the building with hesitant steps. He lived his whole life with his parents, Polly and his siblings, his house at Watery Lane had stories on its walls, stains in the carpet reminding him of childhood, marks on the walls evolving with his growth.

This house has nothing, no memories, no signs of previous tenants, nothing. It's a blank sheet for Tommy to write something new.

The first room is the living room, displaying blue walls with paintings he would never buy; A wooden corner table, two white sofas and one armchair near the fireplace.

The kitchen is also simple, containing only a stove, sink, table and cabinets. The window in front of the sink is huge, which allows the wind to enter the place and sway the red curtains.

Upstairs, a bathroom and two bedrooms on opposite sides of the hallway. Entering the first one, he finds a double bed without sheets, bed tables on which side and a medium wardrobe.

Walking to the window, Tommy touches the curtains, beige and expensive, something his family could never afford in his childhood, still can't since he's only renting, but he knows his mum would have liked them.

He opens the window and sees the garden, there isn't any flower or place to plant, he can only see a few trees far away. At last, rests his head on the window's jamb, he supposes he can make a home out of it.

A thousand possibilities run through his head, he can work in the betting shop, buy his own car instead of using the family's shared one, he can finish school and get an accountant job, he can build a stable and have horses close to him.

He can bring Polly to live with him, the idea tenses him up. Tommy lived with her for so long after his mother's death she practically became his mum, sometimes he reminds himself she's not much older than him, she could be the oldest Shelby sibling.

Polly isn't only his aunt, she's his mother, sister and adviser, the woman he can look up to and at the same time, perceive as an equal. He doesn't know if he's able to carry on without her, at least not in a moment of fragility.

With a deep sigh, Tommy checks the last rooms of the house and makes his leave. The way home is quiet until he enters the Small Heath's streets, the constant movement of children playing and people working makes him think he made the right choice to leave the neighborhood.

Neither Polly, Ada or Finn show up when he gets home, but he can hear them giggling. Heading to the kitchen, he finds them reading the newspaper.

"What is going on?" he asks.

"Tommy, where the hell were you?" Polly gives him the newspaper with a huge smile on her face.

"War is over, Tom!" Ada hugs him and quickly lets go, "I'm gonna pour us a drink!"

"You do that," Polly agrees, "we should write to John and Arthur! They'll be home soon!"

As his aunt walks out to grab paper and pen, Tommy reads the headline: Great war ends. Simple as that, nineteen days after he's home, twenty five after he left the battlefield, war is over.

He can't believe his own eyes, the most rational part of him says it's alright, peace would be declared eventually and he should be happy because that's what everyone wanted. Surely, he's happy, but also nervous.

"Ain't you happy?" Finn asks while Ada hands him a whiskey glass.

"Yeah," Tommy guzzles his drink, feeling it burn its way down his throat. The spice in his mouth brings some comfort.

"You're alright there, Polly?" Ada calls, "There's more pens in the drawer!"

"I started writing my own," Polly brings paper and pen to everyone else.

"Can you help me write mine, Tom?" Finn asks.

"Not now,"

Grabbing the paper on the table, Tommy goes to his bedroom. He locks himself in and sits on the bed, taking Arthur's old letter from under his pillow.

He runs his eyes through his brother's words trying to find the right answer to them. There's a while the letter had been sent, more than it'd take for an answer to get to France. Tommy knows Arthur is clever enough to deduce he didn't write back. After all this time, he doesn't know what to say.

The pen touches the paper crookedly writing: Dear Arthur. Nothing else, Tommy grits his teeth coming up with something. War is over? No, Arthur will know that before the letter gets to him. Come home safely? Well, there's nothing left to do.

Taking another paper, he greets John the same way. "Your kids will be glad with the news," he writes and frustratingly scribbles it, "There's a whiskey bottle and excited children waiting for you," he tries and scribbles again.

Taken by anger, Tommy crumples the letters and throws it in the fireplace, his failure shall do a decent job at keeping him warm at least.

After all, he decides to pack his bags. He opens his wardrobe and puts the organized piles of clothes on the bed, next taking an old suitcase and placing important belongings in it.

Staring at his empty wardrobe, Tommy broods over his doubts, he hasn't told anyone of his plan yet, he is simply packing his things and turning his back on them.

Tommy sighs and grabs another suitcase, packing the rest of his possessions. The bedroom is empty now, however much of him still hovers in the room, like the peeled wallpaper and stains of shoe polish on the floor.

Three knocks on the door followed by Ada's voice makes him hide the bags under the bed, not that it would change anything, certainly she'd realize his missing belongings.

"Tom?" she calls again.

"It's open,"

His sister enters the bedroom with her letters in hand, "Finn is upset with you, I told him to write things the way he thinks it is and you'll help him revise later,"

"Why don't you help him?"

"Because you're his big brother, he wants to spend time with you," Ada sits on the bed and Tommy does the same.

"And you don't?" he jokingly asks.

"No," she chuckles, "y'know, sometimes I think of when I was ten and you took me to school, but I never knew which brother would pick me up,"

"Tsk, and that time we all forgot about you?"

"Oh, I was desperate, I thought I'd have to stay there forever,"

"Should have let you there," he smirks.

"Sod off," Ada giggles, "and then, when the teacher was about to take me home herself, you and Arthur showed up and you told me we'd never forget about you,"

Tommy looks at her through the side of his eye, perhaps it's his big brother side speaking, but he doesn't think she changed much from that time to now. He'll miss her too when he moves out.

"Where are all your things, Tommy?"

"On my bags under the bed," he hesitantly answers.

"What? What are you on about?"

"Alright," Tommy sighs, "I'm gonna tell you and you won't tell Polly, let me do it myself,"

"Tell what? Tommy- What the hell-"

"I'm moving out, Ada,"

"Why?!"

Tommy bites his inner cheek without an answer to give. He can't say because our grandad did the same or because I'm going mad in here, it would make him sound stupid.

"Because otherwise I'd have to pay a mulct,"

"What?! Tommy, why didn't you talk to Polly? Or to me? Do Arthur and John know that?"

"Just you,"

"My God," she scoffs, "we used to decide things together! Why didn't you call a family meeting?"

"A family meeting to decide if I should move or not? I'm not a kid, Ada, I don't need the family's permission,"

"Alright then, I'll call Polly and you'll tell that to her face!"

As Ada leaves the bedroom, Tommy tries to call her out of it, it's useless though, the Shelbys are stubborn and strong-willed, it runs the family.

In the meantime he hears Polly's steps coming upstairs, he lights up a cigarette, thinking that another whiskey glass could help him through a difficult conversation.

"Ada told me you're moving out," his aunt closes the door behind her back, "speak out, your aunt is listening,"

"I told her to not tell you yet,"

"She's just upset you're leaving, probably thought that now things would go back to normal,"

"I don't think they ever will, Pol," he admits.

"I know, that's why you're going away," she sits beside him, "tell me about your house, is it big?"

"Quite, yeah, a living room, kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms and a garden,"

"Where is it?"

"Where else? Warwick,"

"Tommy, that's nearly an hour away from here!"

"Yep, you have to go away to escape from the city smoke,"

"Fuck, you're right," Polly suspires, "I suppose I didn't do bad then,"

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't going to tell, but I looked for a nurse to keep an eye on you,"

"Fucking hell," he complains, "I'm not sick,"

"You'll be if you don't sleep, she'll be here by four o'clock,"

"Well, I'll be in Warwick at this hour,"

"I'll give her a call and tell your new address,"

"I don't need a babysitter," he insists.

"Give it a shot, Tommy, the first two months are already paid off,"

"And where did this cash come from?"

"The same place where you got the cash to pay rent, the family's savings,"

"It's a fucking waste, dismiss her and get it back,"

"If she tell me you're fine then we dismiss her the next month,"

"You'd rather believe a stranger than me?"

"Tommy," she smirks, "you're my nephew, but you're also a bloody liar,"

"Uhm," he smiles and nods, unable to deny the truth.

"You already packed your bags, so when are you going?"

"After I help Finn to revise his fucking letter,"

"You should take him with you,"

"What?"

"Yeah, at least until John comes back, it'll be one less child for me to take care of," noticing Tommy's unwillingness, she continues, "you used to be so close when he was a baby, what changed?"

"He's not a baby anymore,"

"If you spent time together you'd know he is,"

The sunset is near when Tommy parks the car in front of his new house. The bags are on the backseat and Finn is sitting beside him with a backpack of clothes.

"Where am I going to sleep?" the boy asks.

"On the sofa," Tommy answers while climbing out of the car.

"You said there were two bedrooms!"

"There are, but it's not for you,"

"Why?!"

"We'll host a woman,"

"Oh, a woman?" Finn giggles, "Like Greta?"

Tommy's heart aches at the mention of his past lover. A characteristic pout forms on his lips as he unlocks the front door, he doesn't want to bring back such poor memories in a moment of new beginnings.

"No," he quietly says, "not like Greta."

The brothers bring their bags inside and settle themselves in the bedroom, Finn leaves his backpack in Tommy's wardrobe and both walk to the living room.

Tommy looks around without a clue of what to do, he had never moved to another house before.

"What now?" Finn asks.

"Why don't you go play outside?"

"I have no friends in here, nor toys," he sits on the sofa, "and I'm hungry,"

"Fuck, right," Tommy whispers to himself, then instructs, "take some shillings from my wallet and go buy things to make- uhm- soup,"

"Like what? And where?" Finn pouts.

"Garlic, tomatoes, onions and potatoes, at that small market we drove by, go on,"

"Do you even know how to make soup, Tom?"

"'Of course I do,"

"Fine," the boy whines.

Finn makes his leave and Tommy heads to the kitchen. He opens the empty cabinets and runs a fingertip on its surface, as he expected, the furniture is covered in dust.

He sighs with frustration before cleaning it with his own handkerchief, the expensive cloth shouldn't be used this way, but he has no other option.

Ten, twenty, thirty minutes pass and Tommy finishes cleaning the kitchen, he checks if the stove is working and waits for Finn to come back.

Outside, the boy carrying two paper bags walks slowly. Arriving in front of the house, Finn finds a lady with a suitcase.

"Excuse me," she calls, "I'm looking for Thomas Shelby, I was told he lives here,"

"Who are you?" he questions.

"I'm Y/N, a woman called Elizabeth Gray hired me to look after her nephew,"

"Oh…okay, come in," Finn awkwardly guides the lady in, Tommy didn't tell him they would host a nurse.

They enter the house in silence, he puts the heavy bags on the floor before calling, "Tom? Y/N is here!"

Tommy comes from the kitchen with a frown, but when his eyes meet her figure, he freezes for a second, questioning where the hell Polly found that woman.

Her widened eyes hold perceptible sadness, her white dress exposes her silhouette and matches the ring on her finger. She is too young to work as a home nurse, it could be dangerous for a beautiful lady like her.

She stares back at him, also surprised, nearly confused. The man before her eyes seems to be in his early thirties and have no need for special care, on contrary, his posture gives the impression he should be someone to be wary of. Then, she notices,

Blue.

His eyes are blue.

"Mr. Shelby?" she hesitantly calls.

"Yeah," he falls off his trance, "you must be Y/N,"

"Yeah, nice to meet you," she shakes his hand.

Tommy politely nods and they get awkwardly silent.

"Mrs. Gray said-"

"She paid you two months, yeah," he interrupts.

"Uhmm, Tommy?" Finn calls.

"Yeah?"

"Will you make the soup now?"

Both adults chuckle, relieved the kid cut the tension.

"Are you his father?" Y/N asks.

"Brother," Tommy explains, "Finn, show Y/N her room while I make your bloody soup, eh?"

"Oh, I can help, I love cooking," she offers, "if you can wait some more, of course,"

Finn looks between the nurse and his brother and shrugs off, "If you're a good cook,"

TRTP MASTERLIST - MAIN MASTERLIST

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #the road to peace #civilian!tommy au

[thegamingcatmom]

Hey there! Your characterisation of maggot mommy is just 🤌😩 I was wondering how she would react to us showing her actual affection that we initiated 😂

(Bri'ish accent unlocked) Good day to you, anon!

LAJSLASDLALSNJFALSF thank youuuuu!! 🥰🙈🥰  🙉 🥰🙊 🥰 

Yall don´t realize how fucking happy it makes me to see this fandom flourish and come to life and come together over one feral, unhinged demon!Momma who´s literally the walking dead and who´s got us in a chokehold but not one that´d seriously harm you hell no but just enough for you to feel it and feel the raw power that´s Momma and don´t you see it was meant to be? now and forever because nobody else can give you what she can and, while your countless efforts to save your toys are quite laughable to her, she can´t help but secretly adore you for your antics - her silly little Drama Queen - and did you really think that boy stood even the slightest of chances after he dared to lay his slimy fingers on you, tried to claim you even though you´ve already been claimed all day every day and there´s only one place for you and that place is by her side and under her and above her and in her and all around her and you reek of her so really-

That boy was asking to be strung up by his intestines.

And you´re Momma´s good girl, aren´t you? Staying faithfully by her side (it´s called trauma) as she rips and slices and claws and bites her way through flesh and muscle and sinew until all that´s left of that scum are bits and pieces which are now proudly hanging over the doorway like a mistletoe and they oddly remind you of pulled pork and you´d actually kill for having some right about now and-

Did someone mention a mistletoe?

Maggot Momma´s breathing quite heavily indeed and there´s actually a bit of drool dangling, still on a high, still energized and almost buzzing from putting on a show for you, from wanting to impress you and show you just how devoted she is to you by getting rid of that vermin which tried to molest you and look at you - eyes unfocused and breathing quite heavily yourself because clearly you approve of her display of strength, of showing who´s at the top of the food chain - an apex predator, an alpha-

It´s making a beeline for you, sporting the craziest eyes you´ve seen on it yet, clawed hands still coated in blood and there´s bits of him still sticking to them and you think you´re gonna puke and he was innocent, trying to help you and coming back for you when you nearly kicked him down those collapsed stairs because you knew how this would end for him otherwise, almost shouting at him because stupid so stupid do you wish to die you idiot?! and there was no time to even blink before-

Maggot Momma is mesmerized, in a trance because look at you and she´s on you now, bloody smile so wide it´s a wonder her face doesn´t tear and hands coming up to rake through your hair - pushing you back against the door and right under pulled pork, blood dropping down on you - and her eyes can´t seem to decide whether they want to look into your soul or-

It´s eyes keep straying down and if you didn´t know any better you´d say it´s actually about to hold on wha-

Faces inches apart, breathing as one, and Maggot Momma simply can´t resist any longer, driven by this urge - this need - to surge down and claim what´s yet to be claimed but-

Or has it?

But I DIGRESS.

Because we´re here for some honest, actual affection that a certain someone initiated, aren´t we?

And yknow, I feel like it´s not so much about how a certain someone would go about it because any kind of touch given willingly and without struggle (for once) would do...things to Momma.

At first she´d look like a confused gremlin I reckon because it´s something she´s just not used to and she´s never had a problem with that either because the concept of actual affection and real human interaction is completely foreign to her and having you struggle against her, swat at her and almost hiss at her absolutely gets her going lemme tell ya.

But yeah, the first reaction we´d get would probs be a mix of what is that and gimme more like-

(But yknow, you best be very careful now because once Momma´s had a taste of that she´s gonna be just as insatiable as she is with everything else.)

Like, there´s this look on her face that could pass as wonder and awe and her deceased brain seems to have become...more deceased? It´s just shut off for a moment, ceased to function, rebooting and that´s actually fucking terrifying to look at and you´d take It screeching and hollering over...this any day because it´s just...staring at you, looking like a mannequin about to come to life and murder you.

And it´s like something´s clicked and, suddenly, there´s more than blood, guts and gore galore and yes, this is perfection you´re perfection close so close! and that rotten brain has made a new connection somehow and Maggot Momma might not completely grasp the whole concept yet but what she definitely does understand is how good it feels and how she wants to feel it again and again and again and again and-

And there´s that drool again, half-lidded eyes becoming quite unfocused, head starting to tilt to the side like Momma´s struggling to keep it up and almost purring now-

But as per usual with Maggot Momma, nothing stays sane for long. So, sooner rather than later things will escalate and decent into utter madness and insanity yet again and you´ll literally fear for your life when all Momma wants is for you to stroke and rub her real good.

But as I´ve mentioned before, it´s not so much about how a certain someone goes about it and more about why they´re doing it. What´s the intention behind that affectionate touch? What´s encouraged them to overcome their very instincts telling them to run run run and actually touch It (which scares the living crap outta them) in an affectionate way?

Was it out of genuine affection? Or was there something else happening that´s triggered this sort of reaction?

What do you think?

Thanks a lot for your sweet words and your ask. 🥰🥰

#evil dead rise #ellie evil dead rise #maggot mommy #deadites #alyssa sutherland #evil dead rise...but gayer

[allieisacrybaby]

Cute dad thought here….

I’m thinking about you and Sammy being the fun aunt and uncle who don’t have any kids while Jake josh and maybe Danny have a few. You’re younger and not in any rush and love being aunt/uncle.

But one day…with all your nieces and nephews around you you get to tell the entire family that you and Sam are expecting 😩

OMG, this is sooooooo cute, and I'm about to dump all my thoughts on this because this is so canon in my head! I currently only have 1 nephew, and he's only 8 months old, but my goal is to be the "cool fun aunt" when he gets older!!!

Anyway.....Imagine being the token "cool aunt and uncle" Jake's, Josh's, and Danny's kids are always asking if you're going to be at any family gathering they have, constantly having cute little sleepovers so that the tired parents can get some rest, always giving the best presents at holidays and birthdays, and of course always running around the backyard playing with them!

Because it's summertime, Jake has been throwing little summer family get-togethers so that all the cousins can play with each other because school's out. When you and Sammy enter the house, all the nieces and nephews come running up to receive hugs and kisses and, of course, immediately drag you and Sammy out to the backyard to play. After playing with the kids for a while, the sun starts to get to you, so you make your way to the covered patio where everyone else is gathered, chatting and drinking. You plop down on the couch, Karen making her way over to you.

"Hon, you have got to be thirsty." Karen says, slipping a cold beer into your hand.

"Oh, thank you, but I can't....I-" you say, setting the glass down on the table.

"Wha- NO! NO! REALLY?!!!" Karen shouts, putting the pieces together.

Sammy and his entourage of children come running to the commotion.

"I'm guessing it slipped out?" Sammy says, beaming down at you.

"What slipped out?" Josh questions.

"Rose isn't gonna be the only baby anymore." Sammy smiles at his brother. He slips into the spot next to you on the couch and places a hand on your stomach.

"You're pregnant?!!!" Josh yells in realization.

"Good on 'ya Sammy boy!" Jake says slapping a hand onto his brother's shoulder.

"Oh, this is such great news!!! I'm gonna be a grandma again!" Karen coos.

One of your nephews crawls into Sammy's lap and looks up at him.

"There's a baby in her belly?" He questions pointing a finger at your tummy.

"There is. That means in a couple months you're going to have a new baby cousin!" Sammy explains, smiling with the biggest grin on his face.

"And it's going to play with us?" your nephew questions.

"Yeah, buddy. He or she is going to play with all of the cousins."

"Yay!!!" your nephew spots all the other cousins off in the yard playing, so he jumps off of Sam's lap and runs back over to them.

The announcement excitement had died down and everyone had gone back to chatting and eating, but Sam still hadn't let your side on the couch.

"I'm so happy were having a baby." Sam smiles, smoothing his hand up and down your belly.

"Me too." you beam up at him with watery eyes. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

#thank you so much nonnie!!!!! #allie's asks #allie answers #soft thoughts #dad!sammy #greta van fleet #gvf #allie's beautiful anons #allie writes????? #gvf blurb

[ladylooch]

more kempe😩

A/N: Bless you. Yes. Always gonna be a yes for me. This is a blurb of continuation from the Friends to Lovers I posted last week.

New Girlfriend- Adrian Kempe

Word Count: 951

Warnings: swearing, sexual content if you squint.

“Hey.” I tug at my boyfriend’s fingers as we are leaving our date night spot. He’s trying to head back towards the car, but the ice cream he promised me earlier today is in the other direction. “Don’t make promises and not keep them.” I jokingly narrow my gaze at him. He pauses, adjusting the collar of his jacket as he shimmies it into place.

“It’s that way?” He points.

“No.” I point the other way to where the cone is lit up in neon blue, purple and pink.

“Oh, you want that ice cream?” He cringes, sucking air in quickly between his teeth. “I don’t know if I can afford that.” I snort, eyes widening as I slap at his arm.

“Rich people jokes.”

“I’m not rich.” He chuckles, weaving our fingers together to head towards the “expensive” ice cream.

“That is exactly what rich people say as they wander around L.A. in $900 sneakers.”

“These were more than that.” He says, looking down at his Dior shoes.

“You’re not helping yourself here.” I giggle against his arm, pressing my lips to his bicep. “What even is expensive to you?”

“This $10 ice cream.”

“Oh my god. I’ll make it worth your while later. Maybe suck on something else.” 

“In that case, you can have two.”

“Two!? I’m worth 20 dollars?” We are both laughing hard, bumping into shoulders as our bodies shake with joy.

Our laughter catches attention from other patrons on the sidewalk. A group of girls is hovering outside a popular sushi spot. One of them, a brunette, locks eyes on Adrian and visible lights up. She must be a fan, I think. Adrian being stopped is common for us when we are out.

“Adrian!” The brunette squeals when she steps out to stop him. She rushes forward with her arms stretched out. His hand drops from mine as she wraps her hands behind his neck. Her nails are so long they look like claws against his neck. By the way she touches him, I imagine she’s dragged those along his back before. The thought makes me step further to the side. 

She’s beautiful- stunning really with her shimmery dress, expensive high heels and perfect face. I feel painfully plain. 

“Hey Becca.” He says, hands shoved in his pockets. He glances to me on his right but I’m still looking at her. 

“How are you? Haven’t heard from you lately.” She drawls and sweeps a hand along his tattooed forearm. My skin begins to crawl, getting hot and sensitive at her hands on him.

“Ah, good. Been busy with my girlfriend.” 

“Oh.” Her face falls flat. She glances me over quickly then kind of snorts like it couldn’t be me. Like we weren’t just holding hands. 

Adrian sees her dismissal and doesn’t like it. He steps away from her to sling an arm around my waist. He pulls me into his body, kissing my hair. He leaves his mouth there, speaking to her through my hair as red dusts my cheeks at his affection.

“Yeah. Anyway, we have places to be. Enjoy your night.” He nudges me to walk forward, not even sparing her another glance. I turn my face into his rib cage, grinning against his jacket.

“She was so disappointed by us.” I say as we stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. “I don’t think I ever met her.”

“No.” He coughs awkwardly. 

“One night?”

“Eh.” He shrugs. Ah, shorter then.

“Wham bam thank you ma’am?” 

“Babe.”

“I’m not mad, A. I sat across the table from you and your girlfriends over the years.”

“Yeah, it’s just.. I don’t want to look back. I’d rather forget about everyone before you.”

“Poor Becca.” I chuckle, wrapping my arms around his neck. The light changes and other people begin to cross the street. I keep our bodies flush together, watching intently as his face moves closer to mine.

“Lucky us.” He murmurs against my lips. Soft pecks connect us until our tongues lightly flick together. I sigh into his mouth as his hand drops lower on my back, pressing me tighter into what’s building between us. “I have a better idea for dessert.” 

“You’re gonna be better than ice cream? Tall task.” I whisper, feathering kisses along his beard until I get to the smoother skin of his upper jaw. Sweet lips follow a path along my collar bone. His mouth opens along my warm skin, letting his tongue dig a wet circle. His teeth scrape against the same spot until I soften into him. 

“I think we both know the answer to that is yes.”

“Let’s go.” I moan as he sucks my skin into his mouth, nibbling, stroking, igniting a million embers in my soul. “Adrian.” I whine when he continues, making my core flutter with each nip at me. 

“What? I want people to see me marking you as mine. Everyone should know.”

“I’d rather you take me home and mark me where only you and I can see.” His kisses pause. He gradually pulls back to meet my eyes.

“Might need you to show me.” His voice is rough with desire. “Have those pretty fingers touch prettier parts of you.” I let out a light chuckle as he drowns in each flicker of my devious eyes. I step forward, my foot going between his legs, feeling him thick against me.

“Sure, baby. Might even teach you a thing or two.”

“Fuuuuck.” He breaks eye contact, tilting his head back at the sky to laugh. “Let’s go!”

His fingers slide between mine and he pulls us down the street, our excited chuckles trailing along the avenue as we run.

#Adrian kempe #Adrian kempe fic #Adrian kempe blurb #los angeles kings #NHL writing #hockey writing #my writing #writing request

[wisconsin2002]

In my opinion miraculous has been doing pretty decent with season 5. Chat Noirs Been a freaking badass this season so far. Marinette seems more mature in a way

( I like that for her I really like that for her. Marinette was once one of my favs and to see her get constantly dunked on by the writing as the seasons went on just hurt)

and the material (up to this moment) is handled okay.

(except Luka. Literally don't know what they were thinking making Luka figure out both Ladybug and Chat Noirs Identities in a pretty decent episode in season 4, and the next we see of that they barely elaborate on it and have the fucker LEAVING PARIS?!!! QUE MAMADA?? And Juleka wasn't added to the conversation becaaause? )

*sigh* anyways I digress.

But oh my goodness😂 bro I-

Were the writers that wrote fucking derision just doing this?💀:

Cause that's what it felt like. Chloé's the reason for Marinettes trauma and past stalkery behaviour now? 😂 Bitch please.

Wasn't Astrucs excuse when people were talking about Marinettes creepy behavior and stalker tendencies was because she's a teen girl and teens do stuff like that or some shit?

What changed?

And you can make the excuse that he didn't wanna spoil that part of her past, but in that case why respond at all? Why not just stay quiet and let people figure it out? Literally makes no sense.

(Bro responds to every tweet I swear to god. 😩 You can say "miraculous is cacapoopoofart" and Thomas would still take it seriously. Like damn brother sorry my little niece grabbed the phone for five seconds. )

Like dude this is a pretty big reveal for Marinettes character that you'd think they would handle more carefully! But... I digress again.

The flashbacks were pretty cool too but also dissapointing cause that's where things really fell flat with the writing and at times just felt straight up random and made up.

This entire episode is such a rewritten contradiction to what the writing had set out to do in the beginning. Especially with Chloe and Kim.

Like Kim's just a shitty guy now after you show him being a pretty neat dude for most of the seasons and even give him a lover? 💀 TF? Why wasn't this brought up In season one or two? I mean his crush on Chloe was brought up but not the fact that he was a freaking douchebag. And why the hell did they revert him back to a pick me boy for Chloe in this episode? 💀 They even have him speak nice about Chloe for no reason(IN FRONT OF HIS GF BTW!) and have no remorse for what he did to Marinette at all despite his dislike for Chloé after he moved on from his crush on her. And he feels no remorse at all? Really? And if it wasn't bad enough, bro gets off easy with a slap on the wrist and a half-assed apology. Like bro wha-💀

And Chloé's the source of Marinettes trauma? Again I can't get over that. 💀

Okay okay okay

Look

That's not too hard to believe if the way they were going at it was believable.

It ain't.

Being anxious about rejection is one thing right. And yeah it can cause trauma to kids no doubt, I've been through it myself.

But bro

Look me dead in the eyes. And tell me with a straight face that fucking Chloe and Kim's prank was what caused Marinette To be doin all THIS!

LOOK ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND TELL ME CHLOE AND KIM CAUSED THIS TO HAPPEN!

I think tf not.

You know what I think? I think the writer's Chloe spite is so strong that they decided to use one of Marinettes character writing flaws and give it a fucking alternate universe level size rewriting to fit the "Chloé's a shitty person for no reason and always will be" Narrative that they created and just can't let go off.😩

And at this point I already know the writer's don't care for Chloe. Right off the bat. Hero or villain, good or bad. They don't care for her character at all. I mean they're making her live with her neglectful ass mom cause now they decided that the bitch should be the one to turn over a new leaf and become an actual responsible mother. Right when her daughter hit rock bottom because of taking after her BS priveledged lead example of maternity and morality.

(hell her writing was perfect for an anti villain in the making story but I guess we'll skip over that too. What else is new 😮‍💨)

She's nothing but a punching bag used to show the audience that no matter what, Chloe will always be Astrucs punching bag to try and prove to other peoples potential development, thoughts and ideas for her wrong. And now thanks to that. That's turned her into a literal contradiction of her own character.

*sigh* well atleast Astruc doesn't really write anymore in season 6. Chloé's character cannot go back to what was and I don't expect her to but they can at the very least write her an actual goal as a villain Instead of just making Marinette the vain of her existence for no reason.

Didn't Chloe literally say in season 3 that she didn't care all that much about Marinette?

I find myself asking again.. What changed? 💀

Also am I supposed to believe that Marinette is so traumatized by Chloé's pranks and antics?.... but yet she gave her a miraculous??

Also didn't Marinette go to the pool place before In past episodes and have absolutely no panic attacks or issues at all?

Am I actually supposed to believe all of this? Because I don't. It doesn't sound believable and the writing sure as hell doesn't do it justice either.

Madre mía. I'd say more but I'm rambling at this point.

This episode was just basura. Some good interesting things and attempts, but mostly basura. For every step forward it took, it also took like five steps backwards.

Would I say it's the worst episode? Nah. It had redeeming qualities.

Unlike this time wasting pile of dog shit that I'm convinced whoever wrote it was fucking doing this :

#mlb salt #ml salt

[cloudsuniversencharacters]

All EXEs reaction to Julie (the Cat) taking em all out Especially Lord X 😩😳🙈 /j on a date. Go.

((Sorry for all the EXE-related asks by the way, it's my current hyperfixation rn- 👉👈))

(No worries, it's alright. ^^)

X would be weirded out at first, I mean it is weird for someone to take someone like him out on a date. He has killed loads of animals in Green Hills and even Sonic's Friends (at least in his world). Anywho, he would probably have table manners.

“To be honest, I don't know why you would ask me out. Plus, I'm not that good in public places.”

X says, looking confused, gently tapping his foot on the ground while having his arms crossed. I mean, he wasn't going to to say no to free food though, if you were paying since he doesn't have any money obviously.

OG Sonic.EXE would be very surprised. Him? On a date? Now that's new to him, he would probably say yes, but would probably take awhile since he would probably be thinking about what to wear or do. He would probably steal money from someone random and pay for the food when on the date with you.

“Uhm... well... I guess, it's just this is new to me.” Sonic.EXE says, scratching his head while looking bewildered and confused.

Lord X would be surprised, but soon he would be smug about it. Since, he is limitless, he knows about Tumblr and You. Yep, he knows you like him and that amuses him. Lord X would get dressed in the finest suit, aswell as be a gentleman to you. And don't worry about the meal, he'll pay for it. How? That remains unknown.

“Well now... seems like I have a fan-girl...~ Well.. I supposed I could go out with you.” Lord X says, smiling and slightly teasing, being playful about this.

Like the others, Xenophanes would say yes. He would even get dressed in a suit and everything, but don't expect him to have good table manners. But on the bright side, he would look cute in a suit in his smaller form, but just make sure not to make him "angy".

“I'd love to-! I-I mean sure.” Xenophanes says, flustering but secretly happy on the inside... currently. Maybe he's excited to go on a date with someone, eh, who knows.

OMT would be confused, but again like the rest, he would say yes. Though, he'd be a little embarrassed and watchful to make sure nobody saw him while going on a date with you. He would be nervous since this is his first date, and probably flustering alot. So much for being scary.

“Wha-? Why...?” OMT sighs, tapping his foot on the ground before looking back up at you, “I'll go, but this'll be embarrassing...” OMT says, flustering immensly and not making eye-contact.

(Fun little fact: There's a Genderbent version of OMT- just wanted to say because why not-)

Exeller would happily say yes, it was a break from killing and murdering and he wanted a little relaxation. He wouldn't wear a suit, maybe, it depends. But, he would just talk to you about random stuff about his life and would even listen to you talk, and he would pay for the food. Though, he might have 'some' table manners, some.

#[the creepypasta legend back to haunt your dreams ; x] #[🩸] ; [the original but not the first // og sonic.exe] #[x] ; [an more dangerous version of sonic.exe // lord x] #[🟣] ; [an little demonic and anger prone little guy // xenophanes] #[❓] ; [the highly dangerous and powerful exe // sonic.omt] #[an former highest that is not like the 'other exes' // exeller] #[answering the calls // answered asks] #[🫂] ; [seeing a friend // mutual asks]

[bitchkay]

Imagine feeling insecure about your body and Grayson is like “I think not 😤” and shows you how beautiful he thinks you are by making you feel nothing but overwhelming pleasure and love while he compliments everything he loves about you(imagine he compliments how you cu-)

Let's be completely honest, he would.

Nah cus bffr, he fucking would.

I think he has tbh

Like I think there was some event where he was like "imma show you how beautiful you are to me shawty😩" and he starts licking vagina--

It's quite literally a fact how much Grayson loves pussy, like I can vividly remember epilogues where this man eating coochie

Also look at him.

He looks like he has an oral fixation.

Grayson would hear you talk bad about yourself and is genuinely confused hes like "...what??????" like he doesn't understand

Like are we seeing the same thing you're literally perfect🤨🤨

Also Gray doesn't talk much but he's super expressive in the bedroom like I was taken aback by his mischief ending, he was a man on a mission

Any part of you your insecure about he'll spend extra time loving on

It's just what he does.

Imagine this☆:

Sloppy wet sounds echoed off the walls as Grayson devoured your cunt. Legs held apart in his firm, strong grip as he buried his face in your pussy, you could do nothing but take what it is that he's giving to you. Not that you're complaining. "You taste so good.." He mumbled against your folds as he licked up your wetness eating you out like a man starved. With your legs folded up towards your chest your pussy was on full display for him as Grayson made sweet love to your pussy with his tongue alone. "P-please! I won't do it again-" you choked out desperately. Rising from your heat, chin glistening wet, he looked you in the eye. "You won't call yourself ugly? You won't spout such mean words to such a gorgeous being?" Graysons eyes trailed down your body, with your legs up so high your stomach rolled in on itself and your tits squshed together between your knees, and he thought it a breathtaking sight. "I won't! Please I just wanna- ah!" Diving back into your sweetness Grayson delivered a harsh suck on your clit making your body jolt. "Say you're beautiful." "Wha-?" Pressing a thumb to your clit rubbing it in slow circles he looked you in the eye. "You're not finishing until you admit how beautiful your are." Tucking your lip between your teeth you averted your gaze. "... c'mon.. I'm so close-" At that he removed his hands from your body. "WAIT! I... I.. I'm beautiful?" "I can't hear you." Your eyebrows scrunched together as you avoided eye contact. "Gray this is embarrassing.." Your attention was then peaked as you heard the rustle of clothes, Graysons pants and underwear being pushed aside, revealing his cock. Wrapping his hands around your ankles he leaned over over you. "You want to cum right?" You flushed at his vulgar words, his dick siting atop your folds nudging your clit. You nodded slowly. "Than tell me. I want you to say it. Believe it. That your beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, that I cannot take my eyes off you, that I shouldn't keep my hands to myself. Speak it into the air." He looked at you with seriousness with an air of lustful desire for you to scream to the heavens of your beauty. His dick slid through your folds spuring you on, your mind going numb. "I'm b-eautiful- Ack-" Grayson slid the tip in. "Keep going.." He went agonizingly slow as he pushed into you. "So- s'pretty, you can't help yoursel- Fuck!" Bottoming out Grayson grinded his hips against yours effectively nudging your clit against his pelvis. "Gray I'm-" He called your name sternly, thrusting his hips forward. "I'm- I'm the prettiest partner you've ever had! So fuckin' pretty- fuck! Your beautiful- beautiful partner-" you choked on your words as Grayson fucked you hard, your mind blank with pleasure. "That's right, you are gorgeous, say it." Grayson watched as your mind broke, babbling whatever would please him. It scratched a certain itch in his brain he didn't know existed. "S'good- I-I'm- I'm gorgeous! Gray I'm gonna cum- fuck, I'm gonna cum on your cock!"

I think I might have got a little carried away-😳

#kay answers #grayson hotz #court of darkness #tw smut #18+ minors dni #voltage inc

[madame-fear]

Heyy love ! I loved your Charlie Tahan x Fem Reader headcanons 1 & 2 since there aren't much fics about him 🥺 Was wondering if I could request a fluffy fic w/him? the plot can be whatever you want! i just need to read it 😩 Thanks!! it's ok if you can't🥰

Helloo dearest! 💕 Ahhh thank you so much!! Glad you liked them 🥰 Of course I can! Hope you like this one because it's the first plot that came through my mind and I thought it would be cute 😂❤

Anywaysss! Enjoy your reading! ^_^ ❣

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Pillow Fight | Charlie Tahan x Fem!Reader

It was late at night, the room was filled with the sounds of giggles and quiet laughter. You were lazily laying on your friend's bed as you two talked about literally any topic.

He invited you over to his house to eat with his family and have a sleepover. He is an actor, and he couldn't spend much time with you because of his job, so as soon as he had some free time he always contacted you since you're his closest friend. You actually liked him more than a best friend, and you suspected he felt the same way you did, but you prefer to keep your feelings to yourself; you were too afraid of loosing your friendship. So, you never said anything.

The only ones who knew about your crush were your other best friends (yours and his), and they always secretly teased you with him, but it was just a secret between the 3 of you.

At the present moment, after finishing dinner and chatting with his family, everyone waved good night at each other and went to sleep...except you two. He invited you over to sleep at his room and spend some quality time with him. You were giggling and laughing about some stupid situations you experienced in your laugh. His laugh made you feel butterflies in your stomach and get your cheeks flustered, but you tried to ignore your feelings.

After a few long minutes of talking together, there was a moment where you began yawning. As you yawned, you covered your mouth with your hand. "Hey, I'm enjoying our time together, but I feel sooo sleepy..." you lazily said to him as you gently rubbed your eyes. He copied your actions and yawned as well. "True. We should go to sleep, we still have a long time to spend together." He said giving you a warm smile, causing your blushing to intensify.

Before you could prepare yourself or say anything else, he looked at a certain spot confused. "What's that thing over there?" Turning your head around, you looked at where he was pointing, only to see absolutely nothing. "Wha–"

Aa you were about to speak, you felt something soft yet hardly hit you in the back of your head. "Hey!" You turned around to look back at him, who was holding a pillow and giggling at you. "I got ya. Pillow fight?"

Without taking your eyes off him, you grabbed a pillow that laid on your side of the bed. "Alright. Two can play this game, Tahan." In a quick movement, you softly hit him in the face with your pillow. The only thing you did to him was push him a little bit, but that was it. "You hit like a girl!" He said giggling, and hitting you once again with his pillow. "BECAUSE I'M A GIRL, IDIOT." You defended yourself from his hitting with your pillow.

Time passed, and after some more fighting with each others pillows, you were extremely tired. Giggles faded away as you two threw the pillows aside and laid on bed, staring at the roof. It was awkwardly silent, but you enjoyed your time with him. The silence was broken by him.

"I have to tell you something important. I think now it's the time." You turned your head around to look at him, tilting it to your side. "Alright, I'm intrigued. Did something happen?" He shook his head as a 'no'.

"No, nothing happened. It's just that..." he stopped himself for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity. Your heart was beating extremely fast, you were nervous, yet curious to know what he had to tell you. "I like you...No– I love you!"

You were extremely surprised at his sudden revelation. You went from laying in bed, to sitting. Were you dreaming? You thought to yourself. No, it couldn't be, everything felt so real. You were too shocked to speak, and had so many answers going through your head, that you didn't know what to answer. Noticing your silence, he spoke again.

"I understand if you don't feel the same." He now sat in front of you, instead of laying in bed. "I've been wanting to tell you that for a long time, but I could never find a proper time. I love you. I love everything about you! Your eyes, your smile, your giggles, your sweetness, kindness...I can't see myself without you in my life, (Y/N). I adore you."

You could tell he was nervous. He was looking down at his hands and gently playing with them. "Hey," you softly called him, placing one of your hands in his arm and the other one was cupping his cheek. "I love you too, Charlie." Your response made him look back at you. Now that he was looking at you, you quickly took the opportunity and kissed his pink, plushy lips...something you always wanted to do. He took a few seconds to give into the kiss, but then he shyly returned it.

Eventually you had to break apart the kiss, since you were now lacking air. "I always loved you too. I was afraid you might reject me and we would lose our friendship." Your cheeks were reddish from blush, and so were his. His cheeks also felt kind of warm on your palms due to the blush. "Oh, well..." he continued, "Feelings are mutual, then?" He asked, with had a big goofy smile all over his face.

"Feelings are mutual."

You gave him a big, warm smile, and now he was the one who sweetly and passionately gave you a peck on your lips as you softly caressed his cheeks with your thumbs. For you, that was the best night ever; after all, what else could you ask for?

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