#i came so hard i belive in god

[panb1mbo]

when you're getting fucked so hard that you start crawling away because you can't handle it but then they drag your dumb ass back by the hips

#brain went brrrrrr #i came so hard i belive in god #well one god and he's my dom #2000scrybaby.kink

[azulock]

WHEN I SAW YOUR REQS ARE OPEN, I GOT A LIL BIT EXITED EHUEHUE. Imagine beign shidou's HOT AF gf and shidou keeps talking about you too sae about having threesome and sae be like "i dont belive you have a pretty gf" and when he saw u, he went like "deal." IT CAN BE DRABBLE OR JUST HEADCANONS OF RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM ETC. IDK AND IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO. love you bbg 😈🔥🗣💯

You know I could write something better for this but I'm having a hard time right now, so I'm gonna keep it in my head, who knows, maybe someday that smut comes out. Now LETS GOOOO BABES <3

Honestly, Shidou probably has pestered Sae so much that at this point he doesn't even listen to what the guy has to say

So, when the pink haired freak gives Sae a break the man can barely understand why this miracle happened, but he is happy anyway

Soon he learns Shidou got a girlfriend, and he supposes this is gonna be the end of it, he's gonna be free

But it doesn't last, and not very long after the miracle happens, it ends, except this time Shidou pulls up with a different talk

At any chance, Shidou tries to tell Sae about you, and about how fucking hot you are, not that Sae is big on listening, but he keeps on getting cornered

Sae had almost gotten used to Shidou flirting with him left and right, but now it was different, now Shidou was openly coming onto Sae offering a threesome with his "unbelievably hot 1000 out of 10" girlfriend

Not that Sae believed Shidou's talk about how ridiculously hot his girlfriend was

Shidou tried, god knows he did, pulling up his phone to show Sae a picture but the man kept his icy stare and walked away every time, refusing to look, or to believe in Shidou's words

That is until a club event came around, where Shidou brought you, his obviously, stupidly hot girlfriend, and when Sae laid eyes on you, Shidou could see the cool mask break

It would be easy for Shidou to just approach Sae with you but he knows this could throw the man off, so he only approaches when you separate for a moment, and when he comes back to you the outcome is obvious in his face

From there it's just a few days before the three of you are in bed together, you sandwiched between two very different men

It's a stark contrast, Sae and his methodical, cool and collected domming style, and Shidou who is chaotic, loud, and even kinda sadomasochistic

They can both go for multiple rounds, and it's good that Shidou is a switch, cause Sae isn't switching, so when on one round the two are fighting for dominance - or on some occasions cooperating - on the other Shidou is happy to let Sae just take the reins

They are both very skilled, tho, and when they work together, they are a menace, very quick to drive you crazy

You'll end up dead tired, mindless from all the pleasure, and with more than a few marks on your body

It's an experience, for sure, but a good one tho, and maybe it could be more in the future, who knows?

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#ryusei shido x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #ryusei shidou x reader #itoshi sae x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader

[5up3r-50n5]

(Ps. I want this to be a funny skit, so no hate pls)

Gwen:*giggling suspiciously*

Miles:Ummm... Gwen? I'm probably gonna regret asking but...what are you doing?

Gwen:MILES! MY MAN! YOU CAME JUST IN TIME!!

Miles:Y'Know what? I better go home! See you late-

Gwen: NHU UH! YOU ARE IN THIS WITH ME NOW!

Miles:I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ARE TALKING ABOUT

Gwen:Oh Yea you're right, ok so *hand him a pack of wipes*, you know what they are right?

Miles:...Whipes

Gwen:Almost! These are homemade wipes! And guess what they do!

Miles:shit what do girls do with wipes

Miles:...Clean...makeup?

Gwen:WRONG!! Well not really... BUT THESE ONES ARE DIFFERENT! You see these don't clean makeup they applie it!

Miles:

Miles:

Miles:

Miles:??????

Gwen:YES! They applies fondation! Light skin fondation! Plus It's hard to clean in even with makeup remover

Miles:Gweeen...you don't want to use it on me...right?

Gwen:Nhaa don't worry double M I need you for my plan

Miles:...Double M?...wait what plan?

Gwen:I want to use it on Hobie-

Miles:I'm in

Gwen:...you didn't even heard the rest-

Miles:I said *get closer to Gwen and put his hands on her shoulders* I.am.in. When do we start

Gwen:That's why I love you

Miles:What

Gwen:I said I'm glad I have you...for this plan

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(At Hobie's house)

Gwen:Hobie...we need to tell you something...

Hobie:A'ight but ma'e it quick, I have a date with Pav in fiv' minutes

Miles:Hobie...You're...Shit man is hard to say but you're...white

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:Did you took somethin' on the way her'

Gwen:No Hobie...you have to accept the truth...you're not black

Hobie:Do ya need glasses? Are ya color blind? My skin's literally dark brown

Gwen:I knew you were going to say that, so we took these *takes the wipes*

Hobie:..Wipes?

Miles:Yes

Hobie:OMG...OK FINE BU' BE QUICK ' I HAV A TON OF THINGS TO DO

Gwen:*wipes Hobie’s hand*

Hobie hand:*become light skin*

Hobie:

Hobie:

Hobie:

Gwen:Hobie...?

Hobie:*gets up*

Hobie:*opens a portal*

Hobie:*gets inside the portal'

Hobie:*the portal close*

Miles:Welp! Guess it didn't work

Gwen:Just wait

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Gwen's phone rings

Gwen:*picks up the phone*

Pavitr on the phone:CAN YOU TELL ME WHY HOBIE IS CRYING AND BEGGING NOT TO BE WHITE

Hobie on the background:WHY LORD WHY!!!

Pavitr:HOBIE YOU DON'T EVEN BELIVE IN-

Pavitr:OH FOR GOD'S SAKE! I'LL CALL YOU LATER-

Pavitr:NO HOBIE STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOW! DON'T YOU DARE JUMP-

Pavitr:*ends the phone call*

Miles:

Gwen:

Miles:

Gwen:Wanna try it on Miguel?

Miles:YES

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.

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Some Times Later at HQ

Jess:Miguel...?

Miguel:And I thought that my life couldn't get any worst, what a fool

Jess:Tf is wrong with u again?

#hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x hobie #chaipunk #miles morales #gwen stacy #The problematics 4 #Traumatized Hobie Brown #Miguel is next #Tired Pavitr Prabhakar

[calummss]

having a baby with marshall mathers/eminem

masterlist

headcanon includes timeline, pregnancy and after birth bullet points

for the purpose of this headcanon the baby is called romy

timeline

i imagine marshall to also be young in this universe — 24 years old, can barely keep a job down. you work multiple jobs to pull through college. becoming parents was the last thing on your mind

finding out you were pregnant was a shock; as much sex as you two had, you always made sure to be protected, so when you suddenly realised your period was late and took a pregnancy test your heart literally dopped

you literally dropped everything, crammed the test into your pockets and marched through the frosty detroit morning to the restaurant marshall was currently employed under and asked to see him

marshall assured you that whatever conclusion you came to would be right and would support you no matter what

that definitely was the biggest weight lifted off your shoulders—the reassurance that marshall would stick with you if you decided to keep the baby

it was definitely a tough decision and took you almost two weeks to completely make up your mind

you ofc decided to keep the baby (otherwise whats the point of this headcanon?)

marshall promised to that he would be by your side and support his new family

literally 5 seconds after you told him you wanted to keep the baby, he pulled out a ring and said ‘thank god cause this is just a good excuse to marry you’

and we all know that having a child in marriage is far easier (but marshall also loved you and would’ve married you anyways)

baby mathers would be born on december 25th aka christmas because it would just be the best christmas present

what it would include (during pregnancy)

i feel like marshall is the type to be extra careful with you; offering his arm or hand when walking down steps, not letting you carry heavy things, making sure you cannot be hurt in whatever it is you are doing. and if any of his friends did something harmless but he saw it as a danger, he would be so pissed off

i also think it’s very possible for him to call your unborn baby ‘baby mathers; little slim’ something sweet that builds a connection

i imagine marshall to be very helpful with things around the house or other things that need to be done but he’ll definitely be pissed a few times because even though he understands that you’re supposed to relax and take care of yourself and the baby, he feels an extra burden so maybe he snaps once or twice? he immediately apologises but it’s a lot for a man who constantly takes new jobs and tries to be the best husband and father

i 100% see him talking to your stomach. he’ll talk to his daughter, catch her up on life and what he’s doing

‘hello baby, it’s daddy. mommy only has a few months left before we finally get to meet you. don’t take too long though because mama is startin’ to get very tired. the doctor said that you’re due for christmas. now daddy isn’t one who belives in destiny but you my little lady are goin’ to be our little christmas present. daddy has no money right now and that makes him feel like a bum but he’ll work extra hard to give you everything you ever want… if you ever want a unicorn you just come and let daddy know, okay?’

i have this gut feeling that he tries to hide his feelings. during this time marshall is so overwhelmed. he’s happy to welcome his daughter, stressed because he doesn’t know how long his job will last and how much money he can put down. you’ll find him crying in the kitchen one night after you wake up and couldn’t feel him beside you. you let him cry alone knowing he needed alone time

marshall will try to honour your cravings and buy you anything you want. if he’s short on money or can’t leave he will ask deshaun to swing by (and shaun cannot say no to you)

the d12 group will 100% pledge allegiance to baby mathers!! like you just now that as soon as you hang out together they’re gonna talk about how baby mathers will be protected at all costs, no one’s gonna f*ck with her etc. it’s like they’re her bodyguards ready to get at anyone’s neck who would even dare take a wrong glance at her

marshall’s arm would drape over your stomach when you two sleep at night. his arm would go from lying on a flat surface to a montain but he didn’t seem to mind. it was a habit he picked up

when you get closer to your due date this man would be stressed!! i mean stressed! any call out (shit, fuck, no, yes, what, literally the list goes on and on) would have a panting marshall by your side in less than a few seconds. he’s just waiting for your water to break. he’s extra careful during the last weeks because at this point you’re also stressed and just want the pregnancy to be done with

so when your water does finally break you know the bag is packed and in less than 5 minutes you’re on your way to the hospital, i just know it

extra: during labour he’s so supportive: holding your hand, motivating you, but deep inside he’s so much more stressed than you are lmao

what it would include (after birth)

he would not be able to let go of her. any time you turn away and look back he’d have little romy in his arms, literally hearts in his eyes as he stares down at her

you both decided on breastfeeding but you bought formula so that he could feed her and seeing him holding her in his arms feeding her the bottle makes your heart skip a beat. it allowed him to be as close to her as you were during feedings

he is absolutely obsessed with her hands. he loves how her baby hand wraps around his finger, and when she’s older the feeling of her small hand in his as it engulfs hers

plus he loves carrying her. he just loves the closeness. he will carry his baby girl anywhere and everywhere

marshall would be so proud to show her off to his friends. and if she wasn’t with him he’d find any reason to talk about her. they could be talking about the best ways to make a drink and he’d just start rambling about baby romy. some of them playfully roll their eyes but understand where he’s coming from

he’ll definitely be overwhelmed the first months when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night because it just adds to the stress but will never openly complain about it. he toughens up and goes to her room to calm her down

he’d have an addiction with baby clothes and browsing around stores literally fighting himself wether or not he actually needs to buy certain things

he’ll only address his daughter as ‘baby’ to the point you tell him to start calling her romy because she’d probably start to believe that baby was her name

marshall would definitely beat himself up trying to live up to his own expectations as a father. having no father to look up to, he tries to do his daughter justice but feels like he fails her in certain moments. those moments similar to those during pregnancy, he would sit alone in the kitchen just thinking about how to make things right

he’d insist on bringing baby romy EVERYWHERE. this man cannot stay away from her for longer than a few hours. she’s his serotonin, his lifeline

he’d have a piggy bank for her where he would put a 1/4 of his pay into so that she would be able to buy things she wanted

romy (and you) would serve as his main inspiration for music and also motivate him to work hard to make it out of greensbriar

after his rise to fame, despite his busy work schedule, marshall tries to spend as much time with her as possible

he tries to do few shows so that he’s not away from her and you for too long

with the rise of fame, his income flooded in. marshall buys her almost everything she wants. not stuff she doesn’t need but a lot. he’s not spoiling her in the way you think. he just wants her to have everything he didn’t have and make her happy. and if buying her a fourth barbie doll makes his baby smile then he will buy her that fourth barbie doll!!

though romy serves as his drive and motivation and inspiration for many of his songs, he tries to keep her out of the spotlight and out of hollywood. as soon as he’s done recording, attending award shows etc. he’s back on a plane to detroit to see his baby the only lady he adores (see what i did? ofc you did.)

he’d just be such an amazing father which you remind him of every day. he still doubts a lot but he’s starting to know his impact on her life

also romy comes before anything else!! daddy-daughter-day at kindergarten? sorry dre but this recording will be postponed. tour dates fall onto romy’s first day of school? yeah that tour night ain’t happening—i think you get what i’m trying to say. nothing will stop him from experiencing milestones and important memories in her life and in his life as a father (learned what not to do from his father)

the older she gets the more sentimental he becomes. seeing his baby grow up makes him sad and proud at the same time. she’s not only his whole world but she is the reason for him breathing and continuing in life even if it seems that life doesn’t want him to win

you made romy a cd with all the songs dedicated or about her from her daddy so when she’s in her room playing with dolls whatever, his songs are on repeat and the sight of it could make him fall to his knees (metaphorically speaking)

when romy turns 4 and older she’ll randomly make him watch her self choreographed dances or sing along to his songs and you best believe he is smiling and clapping after EVERY performance his baby girl gives!! he’s her number 1 fan. he even encourages her to show his friends and you already now they’re hyping up their little lady

and when romy is 15, oh she’s gonna rap him some of his songs and he’ll have the same reaction. maybe even share the stage for one song? who knows?

marshall is known for his rap and not for his cooking for a reason but he has few recipes like pancakes or foods he grew up with that are staples and enjoys cooking them for romy (she has her dad’s tastebuds 100%)

when romy has nightmares he’ll let her sleep in your bed for as long as she needs to feel safe again (deep down he never wants his baby to leave)

#eminem x you #eminem x y/n #eminem headcanon #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #eminem imagines #eminem fanfic #eminem fanfiction #eminem #marshall mathers x y/n #marshall mathers x you #marshall mathers headcanon #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagines #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers fanfiction #marshall mathers

[herstarburststories]

my monstrous boy (Coriolanus Snow x reader)

Summary: Coriolanus Snow is a monstrous boy. He's cold, merciless, brutal. And you love him. God, you love him so much. But what happens when you love a monster?

Disclaimers: angst. so much. but don't worry, the next one will be smutty.

A/N: Hello, requests are open skkskskka.

A monster is what it is. People won't beat an eye at their doings, they won't elaborate on why they are what they are. Some seeds come just bad, they say, and you're in luck when it doesn't fuck up the three.

But what does it make the person who loves the monster? What does it mean to be so intertwined to something evil? So in love with someone who wears cruelty like a fancy perfume?

Well, you've discovered it.

Loving a monster means all the love get bloodstains on it. As it comes to Coriolanus Snow, loving him means washing the stains of blood with the water in the river by the Hanging Tree.

The eldest Snow came to you in the dead of the night, blue eyes fading into anything but the mening of the color. You could print out so many emotions there, mostly shock and fear.

But there was no regret.

Looking back, that should've pushed you asay from Coriolanus. But when he trembled like he's nothing but human, you fooled yourself into beliving that he was a victmin of the circumstances.

Perhaps, he was. In the begining. You remember his childhood stories like tales of war. A kid can't leave that violence withour swallowing part of it. Snow was made to be tough, but he was never violent, he would never—

“Ouch.” he grumbles, a sight of disposture that he's not used to display in fromt of anyone but his family, and you.

It's an open wound. It's a bleeding reminder that somebody tried to fight back and lost his life to him.

“I'm sorry.” the words rott in your tongue, you spit them out anyway. “But that's the least of your problems.”

Silence. You can feel him studying you, analyzing you as if you're a lesson he can crack if he just tries hard enough. You don't lift your head, the eyes that once gave you comfort now make you nauseous.

You don't want to watch him lose his humanity like one of the tributes. You don't want to see Coriolanus become someone else.

But does one become something? Or has he always been as this?

“Are you scared of me?” direct, crude, as usual. He may not have the purity of Snow, but he's clear as one. There are no hidden meanings, no interpreter behind the door. He grabs your chin to make you look up at him, “Are you scared of me?”

The answer comes as a rather accusatory ask, “How many people have you killed?”

Quietude.

You can only hear his rapid breathing. You take a glance at him, only for the lavish boy to spare his head away. As if in shame, as if hiding.

When he's scared, he looks awfully lot like the man you swore to die with. Lately, living with him has been a harder oath to keep.

“It doesn't matter. I did this for you and us. We are free.” His tone takes up all the space of an answer. You know Snow doesn't want to talk about what happened, yet you can't stop your words.

“How much death is in your hands, Coriolanus?”

There, sitting in the mud while he bleeds, the man looks at you, and all you can see his a monster. The pieces coming together to make a image of destruction in your head, one inflected by the hands that always caressed you so gently.

He doesn't answer. Coriolanus just remains there, gazing inside your eyes. You don't leave him. You fool yourself thinking, maybe the monster is just trying to protect the boy. You know what he has seen, you still think it's not justified and—

And when he reaches out to place his hand on yours, his palm hand on contrast with his gelid nature, you are smitten, docile, even.

Love, you know, is the easiest way to perish.

Always good to the signals, Coriolanus leans in and presses a tender kiss to your lips.

It's also the best way.

A couple decades have ended. Your love has turned into blood on the snow: red, vicious, rotten. Yin and yang were never attracted, they crashed into each other, they destroyed parts of each other to make home for themselves.

Coriolanus Snow is the president. He gets redder eveqrytime. You still wash his weary hands, hoping someday you'll drown in the blood and be forgiven for being in love with cruelty.

You don't know what loving a monster makes you anymore.

But when the mockingjay cries in the cage, that's a lot like what you feel those days.

Author's: hello!! I'm just started writing this, so please give me some comments and reblogs.

TAGLIST OPEN for Coriolanus Snow x reader. Send a dm or comment to add.

#coriolanus snow #tom blyth #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #Coriolanus Snow x y/n #dark!coriolanus snow #tom blyth x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games imagines

[cultofsappho]

Ive come to the realization that the reason theres a small but loud group of people who are showing nothing but hate for the rwrb movie is because they have completely unrealistic expectations. People are forgetting that this is a cheesy romantic comedy, thats supposed to look and feel like a cheesy romantic comedy. This isnt going to be moonlight or gods own country or some other critically acclaimed, oscar nomintaed queer film that makes straight people go "hmm maybe they do deserve rights and respect🤷‍♀️"

Its gonna be a cheesy adult romantic comedy, thats gonna be a bit camp and over the top and thats exactly why its so good. I dont want to think about every gay movie I watch. I want to watch it and see two queer people fall in love and thats it. Thats how deep it goes. Maybe a sprinkling of politcal commentary in between.

There is this issue thats become bigger and bigger every passing year, that people expect every bit of queer representation to be the best thing ever. There can not ever be anything cringey or different or silly, and if it is then they send endless hate towards it, and in an industry that already hates to show queer people on screen, its this viscious cycle of someone finally being greenlit to make queer media, the media gets endless hate for not being perfect, the studio cancels the queer media before giving it a chance because theyve just 'proven that it wont make money', suddenly everyone is saying 'why do they keep canceling queer media😢', cycle repeats.

Im so over it. Let gay people be slightly cringy or cheesy or campy. Let queer media exist without putting it on this huge pedestal. Just enjoy things! And if you dont, dont watch it! Move on, find something better to do.

Yes!!! Thank you so much anon for putting this feeling into words much better than I could have!

"I dont want to think about every gay movie I watch."

Thank you.

I want light-hearted rom coms about queer adults just being queer adults and havig fun. I want comedy adventures where the characters just happen to be gay. I want more horror where at the end the final girl kisses a girl and can't belive they lived but not because they're gay. (suprisingly several of these exist and I love it)

I don't always want to think about the plight and horrors of being queer today with every queer movie I watch.

Sometimes, yes of course, I want to be seen on that level.

(Nimona, which came this weekend is a perfect example of a queer movie where I felt very very seen but also had a good time and was an incredibly silly fantasy adventure movie. But, still had the queer expereince intertwined.)

I'm looking forward to a movie that will be 90% rom com, and 10% realism/heavyness. re: being outed is a real thing that happens to people. famous people.

Alex and Henry go through some heavy shit. There's seriously traumatizing stuff at the end of the book. They're both dealing with mental illnesses, complex families, and rock-or-a-hard-place situations. I want all of that honored.

And, at the same time, I'm expecting a straight-to-streaming, mid-budget, movie that had to pass through a LOT of straight hands and board meetings to get to us.

Not to say we should love and accept every queer movie that comes out automatically, they have been done wrong in the past. (example: I skipped call me by your name bc the age gap still makes me too uncomfortable to watch)

But we have to give queer movies a chance to fit the genre they were made for, the tone they are made to be, and give queer creators a chance to show they are us annd they know us. The director is Bi. He's spent so much time going on about how much he related to Alex that he needed to make this movie. It's his first directing role, and I'm giving him a chance.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #mostly unrelated but I also saw a bunch of gay men on twitter screaming about how rwrb isn't *for* lesbians #and that we 'shouldnt be allowed to have it' #which is fucking wild! #and they somehow manged to work in the fact taht the author is NB into their argument??? #it was madness #but another example just how much vitriol is surrounding this fanbase #its completely insane if you think that Alex and Henry would gate keep their story to just queer men. #or that cmq would want that either

[yonaioana]

Can You do A Seth x Husband reader Smut

Where the reader Makes sure he's comfortable and He feels safe...and makes sure his trauma isn't triggered and is always gentle and soft whenever they have sex bcs the reader knows about what he experienced

I wanna know How Seth would react.

Thank you!

FINALLY DONE!! This took way longer than i wanted, i am so sorry, i am not good at writing smut so it takes way longer to write it compared to fluff. So the timeline is after everything that happened with Osiris, the start of the fanfic is plot because I dont write porn without plot.

WARNING: smut, oral,

You were like a god on the other side of ennead and seth kinda just ran away to escape Osiris and the others and basically ended up in your temple. You left ennead a long time ago due to some issues with the others and some of them belived you died or something but you just built yourself a temple like fortress far far away so none of the other gods had the power to hurt you.

So when Seth stumbled inside in his attempt to escape and you told him that no other god had power in that temple other than you he imedately asked if he could stay. Seeing the fearfull look in his eyes at the thought of going back you accepted immediately, you grew closer as time passed by, even asked him out on a date, wich scared him at first thinking you will start behaving like all the other bastards chasing him. To his surprise after asking you leave to give him space and time to think. He came to you a week later with a hesitant yes. You were overjoyed but didnt show it much, not to scare him away, you were a little more affectionate but still kept a safe distance. A little over a year pased since you started dating, you were going to propose and you were very confident he would say yes, a few months after you got toghether he started seeking out your love more and more. He was like a cat tho, sometimes he would look for you lay around you and wait for you to take the hint, a hug, a kiss or simple pats but hold him a little too long and he's pushing you off with all his strenght.

Meanwhile Seth was getting more relaxed day by day, he hasn't seen anyone else from ennead in so long they either gave up on looking for him, couldn't find him or you just didnt allow them to enter your temple. Whatever it was he loved spending time with you, tho he found it weird that you didnt make any sexual advances on him, only letting him do what he wanted or if you initiated anything it would be almost always you sucking him off while he was fingering himself. The moment he came you would get up and leave to take care of the problem on your own, you belived that if you ever lose control and go rough on him you will lose him, he would hate you, look at you with fear or discust, you just couldnt. Seth understood what you were doing, trying to protect him, but he wanted you buried deep inside of him but also didn't want to ask. He hoped you would understand what he wanted when he whiggled his hips in the air while you were cleaning him or how he would sit on your lap grinding on your thigh.

He found out about the proposal you were planing when he came looking for you only to see you surounded by servants that were preparing to go out for materials. You wanted to make the proposal special and you asked your servants to decorate the temple with flowers and pretty fabrics. Seth liked that you were making an effort for him but he also wanted to actually get to have sex with you before marrying you. So with his mind set on the ideea he snuck away from the preparations. That night while you were half asleep, reading some scrools he came in the room, a small bottle of oil behind his back. You looked up at him and put your scrolls away but when you tried to get up to make space for him he placed his hand on your shoulder, stoping you, and just sat in your lap. You hugged his waist like you always do. He started kissing you simultaneously moving his hips, soon you got hard, while you were kissing down his neck while he reached down for your cock, he lowered himself as your penis springed up. You could see his eyes, hungry and a little dazed, as he tried to take you in his mouth you held his face, silently asking if he was sure, he softly pushed your hands away and wrapped his mouth around it. You had to grip the sheets tight in order to hold yourself back from bucking your hips. You wanted to hold back, to let him have control while he was teasing your tip in hopes you lose it. After a few minutes of sucking he got a little frustrated and justas you were going to cum he got up. You wached as he lined himself over your dick, pulling out the oil bottle and stickin a finger in his ass. As he was preparing himself you grabed both your dicks rubbing them toghether. He gaspped, his legs giving out causing him to fall in your lap. His arms legs started shaking so you laid him down on the bed, now sitting right above him. He removed his hand spreading himself open for you. Pushing your tip slowly inside him he raised his arms to hold onto your shoulders. You kissed him softly while waiting for him to adjust, one of his hands travelled up to your scalp, giving you permission to start you pulled out a little before thrusting back, your eyes trained on his expresion. His precum dribling down on his stomach, after one particular thrust he pushed his hips into you until he bottomed out, his dick twiched violently. He begged you to go faster, and faster, he could feel you rubbing against his gspot but not quite hitting it, he needed more, more of you, he needed you to go harder. He suddenly pushed you down on your back and bottoming out again, le leaned down smashing his lips against yours as he continued a more brutal pace. He held your hands on either side of your head as you were hopelessly gazing into his eyes while he was bouncing on your cock. You were getting close and judging by the twiching of his dick you could tell he was right on the edge, his eyes rolling back, his mouth wide open trying to catch his breath, his nails slightly cutting into your shoulders. You reached up cupping his face in your hands and asked in a hushed voice " do you want me to pull out or can I cum inside???". Coming back from his daze, and furrowing his brows a little he said " don't you dare pull out". While yes it did remind him of the other times where he didn't really get a choice he knew you would stop the moment he said anything or even winced in pain no matter how close you are, and thats what he loved so much about you, he wanted you to replace those bad memories and realize that he wants you to be the only one for him. With a few more thrusts he came all over your and his chest, wrapping his trembling legs around your waist as you sat up to hold him better. You came soon after, letting Seth rest on your shoulder as you were coming back from you high. He was half asleep hugging your neck, you tried to pull out and he whined tightening his hold. Realizing he doesnt want you to pull out yet you opted for slowly laying down allowing him to fall asleep on your chest.

He woke up clean in his sleeping robes the room full of colourfull flowers and you on one knee at the head of the bed ( I dont know what the place where the nightstand stands is called) " Will you marry me?". He rolled to the edge of the bed closer to you extending his hand towards you allowing you to place the ring on his finger. Pulling you closer by your clothes into a kiss and dragging you down in bed with him" Don't you want to eat? The servants made some of our favourite" Seth laid his head on your chest and wrapped an arm around your waist wit a simple "later". You kissed his forehead while rubbing the back of his head, he looked up giving you a kiss.

" My beautiful husband"

#ennead x reader #ennead #seth x reader #seth

[koszmarnybudyn]

Here's a long poem about the teens, and growing up and about a lot of things, its called "You have to kill god"

You and your besties need to kill god, maybe you were always destined to, fate is such a picky woman after all, you didnt ask for it, there should have been better options, maybe there were, older, stronger wiser, but there all useless now. You didn't want to kill god, not untill you were in highschool, not untill you saw the incocent die, not untill you saw the ones in power as corrupt, your kindegarden teacher smiled so wide as those kids grew up much faster than they should, oh so wide, you did too you think, the clothes from a few weeks ago dont fit anymore, the photos on the walls feel fake, you shouldnt look so young, it doesnt feel like you, but it is, youve changed, it hurts, and isnt that the thing that comes for us all, after all youve seen death, you know heaven and you know hell and you know they are both shells of what they told you, both run by incompetent assholes, so you have to kill god, there is no debate. The mayor died, i guess nurture failed after all, youve been destined to be what you are, and what you are is nothing, the blood you have has always dragged you here, the first hands to hold you were the ones to burn those marks into your soul, do you have a soul? You share one, so you must, but maybe you dont maybe you are as hollow as you feel, he didn't, do you even remember him? You never did. hes back, he is going to die, he said he loved you, you dont think he lied, but youve been wrong about many things. You know this one, you have to kill god, he never hugged you enough, he wasnt there enough, will you be the same? Will your hands also hurt more than they create, will the act of creation be something worse than that of destroying. Will your children ever forgive you, will you love them enough? You were never enough, they never liked you, you now know there is a diffrence. It hurts, it always hurts. You have to kill god, they were suppose to do it, they failed, they always fail, dont you always fail as well? You tried so so hard, you studied, you learned you listened, it wasnt enough, its stupid, its like soooo stupid, you shouldnt care, youre cool like that, you still care. You always cared, more than you should have. You have to kill god, hes stupid, he tried to be like you, well he pretended to be, you belived him, you freed him, he lied. They voted for him, he was beloved, your mom loves him, your dad loves him, you never got the hype, maybe you tried it, they spoke so highly of him, in his nice suit and with his firm handshake, with his perfect smile, he nearly got you and your friends arrested, he nearly got you killed, he made the public hate you, you were never safe, were you ever safe? Is anyone ever safe? You dont know, you wish you did, you wish for so many things. That's youth isnt it, being foolish and dumb and trusting people you shouldnt, maybe all adults suck, maybe they all want to see you fail so they can scream about your generation as you crawl up clifs they made by destroying bridges their parents built. Maybe all life is a battle, you were too young to know anything else, they were always fighting, they didnt rest they sacrificed everything, you should be greatful why arent you greatful!! You are so disrespectful!!

...Why dont we talk anymore? You used to be so small, and life was simple, and now with the strechmarks and the too short tshirts came the difficult, there came the power the independance, the knowledge, but you still know nothing, how can you be so dumb. You used to be soooo smart, maybe the world got dumber, the adults seem to, they dont get it, you have to kill god and then theres homework and the extracuricullums and well you gotta sleep sometime so no sorry can't hang out schedules pretty tight sorry guys maybe next month. You know they didnt require seatbellts in cars once? The world got safer, simpler, so why arent you? Why are you still fighting, you should be at the club, sonics maybe, sneaking alcohol into parties, trying vaping, dancing to shitty pop songs, but you arent, you maybe never will, will you even go back to highschool, its probablly ash now, rubble maybe, youve been absent for months, dad talkes about going to sleepovers, the one you did ended in a double kiddnapping. You dont know what youll do in the future, will you have a future? After you kill god maybe, youll go to school, collage, get a job act like everythings normal, carry on, smile, act like the scars you have are from fireworks or dumb accidents, not enemies and spells. You have to kill god, you dont know how, youll have to figure it out, yoy always do, they never gave instuctions for this stuff. You have to kill god, and maybe its not alright, and maybe it never will, but you are trying and you are here with your besties so maybe you can do it, this once.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #my art #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 #poetry #i wrote this and didnt really edit so its kinda a rant like all my poetry tbh

[littledollll]

Hey there! Can I please request a Larissa x teacher!reader? The reader is like really shy around Larissa. And I mean like Larissa can’t even smile or get one word out without reader blushing and looking for an excuse to run and hide. Reader can’t escape one day though because Larissa asks for a one on one meeting. It starts off with Larissa just asking about reader’s class and then she suddenly asks if she makes them uncomfortable or anything and reader just bursts and goes “you just make me gay panic okay? you’re so pretty, and tall, and your voice is like the most amazing sound ever” like full on just gay blabber. Larissa finds it adorable and asks reader out and kisses them. I just wanted something funny and fluffy with Larissa. Thank you!

How cute

Larissa Weems x Shy!teacher!reader

A/n: this request was so cute!! I’m sorry it’s a little shorter than my usual, I’m trying to get my pile of requests done quickly but still be good and not half assed which means length takes the penalty, also trying not be repetitive in my writing!

Warnings: none, pls tell me if you belive I should add any!

You really didn’t know how to even approach her. If you had questions you’d ask other teachers and avoid Larissa at all costs, the second you met officially for your interview your whole world turned upside down, she was stunning, how she talked and carried herself, the sheer elegance she radiated, how that red lipstick looked on her, how she dressed to compliment her body yet kept it professional. To this day you’re still unsure how you even got through the job interview and became a teacher.

It wasn’t that hard to avoid her, unless of course you had a staff meeting or work events, you clung to the other teachers and avoided contact with Larissa regardless, only speaking when she directly addressed you before running off to find something to do, on the bright side it made you very productive, so when Larissa called you in for a one on one meeting you were confused, had you done something wrong? Regardless you made your way to her office, anxiously toying with the rings on your fingers.

You took a deep breath and knocked, you heard a soft “come in” and stepped into the office. Larissa pointed at one of the arm chairs and you sat down, looking down at your lap and again playing with your rings. Larissa observed you for a second before speaking up. “Don’t worry you’re not in trouble, you’ve actually been one of the most responsible teachers here from the second you started working, I’m impressed.” You stuttered. “Well- um, thank you!” She only nodded in response.

“I just want to know how you’re settling in, how the students are treating you, is Nevermore to your liking?” You were looking anywhere but her way when you spoke. “Oh! Well I like it here a lot actually, the students! They’re great, some trouble makers, you already know that, but just amazing for the most part, very competitive some of them which makes for an entertaining class- and the teachers! Very lovely, ive felt very welcome-“ you cut yourself off before you kept rambling, not noticing the smile on her face at your excitement. “Sorry. I kinda just kept going- um, but- yeah I’d say I’m settling fine.”

“Well I’m glad to see you enjoy it here so much, darling, if you don’t mind, I have a question.” You nodded at her to continue. “Clearly the students and staff aren’t an issue.. I can’t help but notice you seem rather uncomfortable around me, the way you behave around me compared to the others.. do I make you uncomfortable, dear?”

You were shocked, you didn’t want her to think you didn’t like her, or felt uncomfortable with her, so you forced yourself to explain. “I- no, God no! I’m very sorry principal Weems, I don’t- you don’t make me uncomfortable, I have no issues with you, I’m sorry I made you think so-“ “Well clearly there’s something the matter." She just wanted you to explain, making her sound cold.

“I’m gonna regret saying this- okay! From the moment I came here I was absolutely entranced by you, you are simply divine- perfection actually and I do not know how to work around you because it’s all I can think about. You are elegant and kind, beautiful and professional, and I get like horrible gay panic around you!”

You caught your breath. “I know it’s horribly unprofessional. That’s why I avoid you.” Larissa’s smile only grew leaving you confused. “What-“ she came around her desk standing over you. “Darling you are adorable, if you would have just told me sooner.” You furrow your brows. “What exactly are you saying-“ Larissa pulled you into a kiss which you immediately reciprocated, pulling away she cupped your jaw. “I’m saying, are you free for dinner this Friday? And from now on, just call me Larissa.”

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #Wednesday #wednesday nevermore #wednesday weems #principal weems #larissa weems fluff

[laurixs]

𝚰 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝚰𝐍, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄…

❗️: warnings: a bit of angst. sad story happy ending. morax’s death mentioned, crying, arranged marriage. a non-consensual kiss at first but then is reciprocated. zhongli takes his shirt off, and takes ur dress off, making out. no smut

❕: masterlist

never had you ever thought about this, since you were a kid you always thought about weddings and your beautiful prince. but you never thought about marrying someone you don’t love. God, if only he was here with you. your beloved prince… everything was so sad, flashbacks of you two were replaying in your head and you couldn’t focus on the image in front of you. he just disappeared. you never went through his death, never wanted to accept it. you were trying so hard to don’t cry, those lashes stayed so well on your pretty eyes. what would Morax think about this? what would Morax think if he saw you like this, so pretty…

the time flew so fast, and you saw the man your life was being devoted to in front of you. it’s crazy cause he is so similar to Morax.. his pretty hair and eyes. those gold-brownish eyes… when the vows were done, you finally kissed. a passionate kiss unfortunately not reciprocated.

you couldn’t belive this was your first night married. you were now a wife. and you had a husband that wasn’t morax. you’re sure the younger you would not approve. after some time he finally came home, and ran to your room. he hugged you so tightly and you couldn’t think straightly. what did this man want? you didn’t even know his name.

“I found you again, love”

You looked at him shocked while he smiled down at you. is he stupid?

“i missed you so much y/n” you pushed him slightly “no you don’t even know me”. then u saw it, he took off his shirt and showed you his back. you could see his golden stripes, morax’s golden stripes. you were about to cry. it was happening so fast. “morax.. weren’t you dead?” you managed to say with tears in your eyes. his eyes were locked with your teary ones and he caged your face between his deicate cold hands. “i’ll always be here love. we can live a normal life now. we just got married, we already have a house, we can start a big family like we always wanted to!” a tear ran down your cheek while smiling at him. you nodded “y-yes” “may i?” he asked gently to take off your wedding dress. “yes” you said firmly while looking up at him with a big smile. God this had to be a dream.

you jumped on the bed and started kissing. every kiss had its own spark, every kiss was so passionate. every kiss was reciprocate. every kiss was all you wanted in all these years. all these kisses just to show you how much you missed each-other. finally, you were his and he was yours.

#zhonglixreader #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #morax smut #genshin fluff #genshin smut #genshin angst #morax x reader

[pendarling]

no rush obv but i really enjoyed dont lie! Would you mind doing a part 2?

🩷Thank you!🩷 I tried writing a little more, I don’t know where the story is supposed to go either lmao :)

Don’t Lie 2

<< Start < Part 1 • Part 3 > End >>

Cornering would be the correct term for situations like these.

Villain's plan was easy, and it came naturally too. Just a little over the course of a few days in preparation. Sometimes they had to commend themselves for their evil genius.

Their spouse was always doing something on their phone and one thing they’ve made clear at the start of their relationship was that privacy was a set boundary. Villain wouldn’t break that agreement but some things had to happen.

There was a good chance— and they weren’t saying that it was stupid to be dating Hero— but was it possible that their spouse could be Hero? The off-chance that Villain could’ve missed all the signs?

After all, what was that mask doing in their room at an awkward time? Villain has never once suspected their spouse was doing anything outside of their office job. They always arrived home on time too.

Well… a little late into the evening their spouse would be typing away on their phone, probably cheating.

Today they sat unknowing at the end of the table without a care.

"So, how was work?" Villain could just hear the gears working in their head to make their next response as beliveable as possible. On normal occassions, they wouldn't ask, but this was special.

Other than catching a potential cheater, Villain had collected their other villainous friends to hijack an event somewhere downtown.

It would be enough to get media attention. Including every hero possible.

At the same time, them and their partner could finally focus on rebuilding their relationship in a nice restaurant somewhere out of town. Away from the distraction.

"Hmm, why?" Their spouse looked at them confused. "It's just the usual at the office. Did something happen with you?"

It seemed like their partner was smarter than they thought. They already turned the question onto their own personal life, then again they could really just be curious.

Alright, we can play games.

Villain exhaled long, they had to keep their cool just a bit longer. Revenge was best served cold, afterall.

Settle, heart.

God, they couldn't stand their eyes. Their warm, sweet, delicate eyes… it was hard to not look away.

They stared down at the plate in front of them, another painful smile coming across their face. "Nothing, just… thought we should go on a date on Friday"

"Really? Well, then I'll make sure to clear my schedule."

Good.

If they could make it then it would confirm that their spouse was in fact a true civilian. But that would couldn’t clear them of cheating with Hero or anyone else.

If they couldn’t make it, then that would be enough to prove Villain’s partner was Hero. Either way, it was abhorrent to know they would keep such a huge secret from them.

Then again, weren’t they also being secretive with their (hopefully civilian) partner?

It didn’t matter. They would see through all of this. Whatever it took to save their relationship.

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MASTERLIST

#angst prompts #villain x civilian #writing prompts #writing prompt #hero x villain community #hero x villain #villain x hero #civilian x hero #writblr #writing dialogue

[onnahu]

Jason Todd Fanfiction

Tw: death, religious trauma, mentions of drugs, violence and homelessness

So yeah, I had a rough week, and on easter my religious trauma have the time of life, and I remembered that Jason canonicaly grew up catholic. So did I. It was easy from there. It's rough, not edited, and that's why it's for now only here, I'll get it on ao3 later, after some smoothing over.

When Catherine fell ill, she said 'it's a part of God's plan'.

Jason didn't really understood it then, he was 6, but he knew his mom was strong and smart and knew everything, so he agreed, and went play with his neighbours.

When the mony was tight, she took him to church and prayed. He kneelt beside her, but didn't really know what to do. He knew the Lord's Prayer, but it never felt right. It was hard to belive there was some big guy up there, that loved them, and yet made them live in an apartment with mold and non-airthight windows. It just seemd counterproductive. If you love someone, you should wsnt the best for them. Like his mom wanted the best for him. But his mom prayed, and his mom knew best, so he knelt beside her and prayed along.

When Willis got arrested, his mom said that god will help them. She said they should prey, and so they did. Jason thought it was stupid, but didn't said anything.

When Willis went to prison, his mom took him to the church, again, and told him to pray to god for help. He knelt beside her, but didn't prey. He knew there wasn't anyone there listening to him. And even if there was, he for sure didn't care for them.

When his mom got worse, and her medicine was too expensive, so she had to take the other 'medicine', she often sent him to aunty Mei next door. Jason knew what drugs were, and he wasn't stupid. He knew it didn't really help his mom, but so did her prayers, and drugs were at least real. And she wasn't in pain so much. That had to be enough. When his mom was too weak to get up on sunday, aunty Mei took him to the mass instead of her. He didn't tell his aunty that it was bullshit, because she would get angry and tell his mom, and his mom would be sad, because she still believed. So he went silently and on their way out he picked up a few dollars from the collection. If he had to be there, he would at least do something useful. It was always a little more to their budget, a little less of his mom's worry.

When his mom died, he cursed god out. He screamed and cried and sweared and he hated god, hated the world, hated his dad, hated his mom, hated all his aunties and uncles, and above all, he hated himself. When he was done, he packed up all the money left, his warmest clothes, a few photos he hidden in his favourite book, everything that looked like it was worth something, so he could sell it, soap, all the food that was left, a pack of cigarettes, his dad's old pocketknife and a tire iron. He stuffed it all in a dufflebag, and then knocked on aunty Mai's door. He told her that there was something wrong with mom. When she came into their apartment, he took off. She would call 911. He wasn't going to wait on CPS so he could be sold out or packed into some awful foster-home. He was better off alone. He always was.

In winter, he found himself in the church. It was warm, and he could be ther a whole hour of the mass. He got all the money from offerings, and later got himself a warm meal. Church wasn't that bad after all.

He was hiding from some thugs that didn't like him taking their tires. They shouldn't have left their van alone if they had a problem, Jason thought. They didn't like his argument and started to beat him up. He menaged to run away, and was hiding behind a dumpster. They were close. He could hear them. He started to pray. They didn't find him.

The next time he was hiding and started to pray, they found him and beat the shit out of him. He, once again, got reminder of why he could only rely on himself.

When he met Batman, and then Bruce, and then Batman as Bruce, he was happy. Fate finally smiled at him. He found out Bruce also belived on god, but it wasn't (or was? It was confusing) the same god his mom had. He didn't tell him that it was bullshit, because he wasn't stupid, thank you very much, but told him that he wasn't gonna belive in him. Bruce said it was alright, and that was it.

When he was laying on that werehouse's floor, watching the numbers fall, he heard Sheila praying. He didn't call her out on that bullshit, because honestly, he wanted to pray himself. Only she prayed to god, and he wanted to pray to Bruce. He knew it would mean jack shit, but it would be nice to believe someone was coming. He didn't pray. I stead, he got up and dragged his broken body towar Sheila. He positioned himself so he would take to most of the bomb's blow. It propably wouldn't save her, but he wanted to at least die doing something good. She didn't paid him any mind. She was still praying. When numbers on the display wen 3, 2, 1, she was still praying. She died with pray on her lips. He died with the bitter flavor of dissapointment, pain, resignation and hate on his lips. He never heard the batmobile's engine so close to him. He never heard the broken-hearted scream of a grieving father.

When he woke up in his coffin six feet under, he thought two things. First, that if god really exist, he must really hate Jason. Second, he also has a sick sense of humor. To be honest, if he wasn't already screaming, maybe he would laugh too.

#jason todd #red hood #robin #batman #dc #dc comics #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #religious trauma #unedited #catholic jason todd

[intensid4d]

Scared to be Happy (part 2) - Leah Williamson x reader

Not ready proof! Hope you like it. :)

Word count: +1.9k

Part 1

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You wake up in the next day feeling a little better, you do your morning routine then you hear someone knocking on the door.

What you really didn’t expect is to see Leah standing outside when you open the door. You blink twice to be sure.

“Hi. I... Can I come in? If not, It’s fine I just came to see if you were okay... But you’re home and safe and...” She begins rambling, not looking your eyes. Not even looking at you at all.

“Come in.” You stop her and step aside so she could come in. You sit on the couch, she sits on the other end.

“I’m sorry for leaving without saying anything... I just – I had a lot on me and I couldn’t handle it. I’m really sorry.” You say looking at her. You didn’t lie, so that wasn’t hard.

“I got worried... I thought I did something bad or off limites, you know... I went after you, I wanted to check on you here but Viv stoped me... We had a conversation and she made me realise it was best to give you the night.” The blonde says looking back at you, it was the first time that she looked your way since she got in your home. “You have been crying.” She says noticing your bloodshot eyes. It’s when you knew you couldn’t run of this conversation.

“Yeah... Uh... Thank you for giving me the time, I really needed it. And you didn’t do anything wrong last night or ever... I was scared. Actually, I still am. I don’t like having feelings so I try to deny any feelings, even to myself... But yesterday I realised it and It got me freaked out.” You take a deep breath and look at the floor. She keeps silent waiting for you to continue.

“I think I haven’t told you how my last relationship ended... My ex just came to me one day out of nowhere and said she was confused about her feelings but she took so long to realise it that it never made sense. Anyways... I just told you that for you know the reason why I don’t like having feelings for someone and for things to make sense to you.” After you finish, you look at her and notice she’s closer to you, her thighs almost touching yours.

“I’m sorry to hear that. They’re and idiot for doing that to you. I mean... Look at you who could someone not be in love with you? You’re gorgeous, smart, hot, funny, talented, can cook... I could say things all day long.” You blush at that and for the first time since you found out about your feelings, you had a smile on your face. She grabs your hands and look right into your eyes. You can see she’s having a battle inside her head, but she takes a deep breath and says.

“I really want you to be happy and I hope the person you have feelings for makes you happy... Even if it hurts me I’ll always stay here for you.” You frown.

“What do you mean ‘it hurts you’?” She closes her eyes before saying. “I’m love with you.”

Your mind go blank. What? When? How? It’s only when she gets up that you realise you haven’t said anything. You stand in front of her.

“I’m in love with you too. I’m sorry for not saying anything first it just got m-“ She interrupts you by putting her hands on your cheeks and kissing your lips. You grab her waist and puts her closer.

“God, you’re so stupid.” She says to you as soon as the kiss ended. You pout and she gives it a kiss.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to belive I could have a chance with THE Leah Williamson.” She taps your shouder and gives you another kiss.

“I’m 100% sure of my feelings for you. Just to be clear, alright? I wouldn’t dare to loose you. I’m not them, you don’t have to be afraid of being happy. But we can make things slow if that’s better for you.” You could see in her eyes she was telling you the truth.

“Thank you for being so understanding, I really appreciate that. I guess we could go slow, but not just on my time... It has to be our time. I really like you and I promise I’ll not run away anymore, not like that.” You say and she nods while smiling softly at you.

“Okay... Now, would you like to at least text the others saying you’re okay? They’re worried and I pretty sure Katie’ll be here at any minute if she doesn’t hear anything from you.” You growls and go find your phone once you do, you type a quick text saying you’re fine and just got a stomach ache. You didn’t really wanted to have this conversation over phone.

“Would you like to stay here? We could watch some Netflix and have cuddles.” You ask the defender and she quickly nods.

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You both stay on couch all day, when the evening comes and she has to leave you growl.

“I don’t want to leave either but I had alredy said to Alex I would go out with her tonight. But we can have a date tomorrow night if you want to?” She says to you while getting up from the couch.

“I would love to. We can go have a walk on the beach after too.” You walk to the door. She gets closer to you, smiling.

“I really like you.” She hugs you and give your cheek a kiss.

“I like you too, a lot.” You put your hands on the back of her head and brings her closer to kiss her lips while she grabs your waist and reciprocate. You break the kiss when air becomes necessary.

“I’ll go now or I won’t ever be able to go. See you tomorrow.” She gives you one last peck on the lips.

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You both went to bed that night with a big smile.

.

The next day go by quickly and soon you are with Leah again. You’re both on the way to the restaurant. She’s driving while you’re just happy to enjoy the view (the view = Leah driving).

She takes you to a restaurant in front of the beach, it was amazing. You sit a table away from the rest, having some privacy. You both in front of each other and as soon as you make the order she takes your hand in hers, running her finger on the back of your hand, making small circles.

“Alex figured something had happened on the first 30 minutes we were together so I told her we’re together. I hope this doesn’t botter you.” She starts with a worried look in her eyes.

“It’s okay, she’s your best friend. As for the team... I won’t hide anything from the but I want them to find out for themself, if that’s okay to you. They really gave me a hard time saying a looked like a puppy after you, it’s time for a little revenge.” She laughs and shakes her head.

“Sure. I won’t hide either but it would be good to be just us for some time, I mean with no one trying to say something. I don’t want you to hurry because of them or something.” She lets your hand go when the waiter brings the orders.

“I won’t, promise. We can just be ourselves, we were always close and touchy I don’t think they would notice something is diferent.” You say once the waiter is out of view.

“Alex noticed because, according to her, ‘I had this big ‘so in love’ smile on my face’ but we around the team I have to be professional and focused. I think we’re going to be okay.” She affirms and start eating.

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After have dessert you go take a walk on the beach, hand in hand.

You’re both enjoying the silence and each others company when you stop. Seeing no one is around you grabs her closer by the waist and gives her a kiss that soon becomes passionate. She puts her hands inside of your blouse touching slight your abs making you groan with the feeling, only breaking apart when air is needed.

“Do you want to stay over the night at my house? We don’t have to do – I mean if you want that’s okay but if-”

“Shh... I want to. All of it.” You cut her off and she kisses you again.

After you break the kiss you go to her house, sleep was the last thing you did that night.

.

You didn’t see Leah in the last day off. Instead, you go to Katie’s.

“So, when will you quit the bullshit and tell me what really whappened that night?” She says after a while, you  were playing FIFA Against each other. You take a deep breath, you knew you couldn’t run Forever.

“I realised I have feelings for Leah but because of past trauma I couldn’t handle it so I just ran away.”

“It was about time-“ She looked your way with that and you just took the oportunity to make a goal on her.

“YES!” You cut her and she looks back to TV only to growl and shove you arm. “And you’re alredy cheating just like her, c’mom!”

“I’m not cheating you are the one not playing right! It’s not my fault.” She pauses the game. “What?” You look at her now.

“What are you going to do about your feelings? She’s a good one, I trust your heart with her. Plus you alredy know each other, be with each other all time... You are even all touchy! I mean, Leah doesn’t stay that much time in a hug with nobody but she doesn’t seen toc are when it’s you. She even starts all the disgusting stuff you do.”

“Oh shut up! We’re not disgusting.” You press the button on her console and continue the game. “I’m telling you because you’re my best friend and I would be really mad if it was otherwise. She came to my house the other day and we talked abou tour feelings and decided to takes things at our time. We have been on a date and slept together. That’s all. Oh, and she told Alex because she kinda figured out something happened with her.”

She pauses the game again and you put the console down giving up playing.

“And you were not planing on tell me any of this? I could end our friendship right now...” You laugh and hug her.

“Stop it you know I love you.” She pushes you away playfully.

“You’re lucky I love you too.” You give her a kiss on the cheek. “But for real, I’m happy that you’re finally together, it was awful to see how over each other you were. Also, I don’t think I can have the shovel talk with her because you know, she can be scary but I’ll for sure break her legs if she breaks your heart.” You hug her again.

“Thank you but I don’t think I want you to do it since we all play for the same team you. And we would like to keep on the low for now, since we don’t have anything official and we are at the beginning...” She agrees and hugs you back.

“I’ll try my best to not say anything to every person I see.” She jokes and you roll your eyes.

“I alredy regret it.”

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[frostedcats]

heyy, since you're a death note blog I would like to request a Mello X reader back at Whammy's House if possible. I was thinking about Mello trying to confess to the reader while Matt teases him about it :)

MELLO X READER

Heya! This is the first time I write something like this. I hope I can please you! It s not really about Mello confessing but about him inviting you to meet up so he can confess. He got too akward trying to confess and Matt got him out of shit by saying that Mello actually wanted you two to meet up.

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   It was an annoyingly sunny friday. My skin was bathing in sunshine, felling like it was going to burn and fall off. The most annoying part was that I wasn t even outside, but inside the library looking for some shitty book my teacher told me to read. Roger just wouldn t let me close the curtains even tho the windows are awfully big.

    After looking for a while I start hearing some chuckles... Matt?

    "C mon dude just tell them!" I barely heard his voice.. Then I hear Mello:

     "Oh for God s sake just stop it! Bloody hell I told you to stop!"

      Come to think of it for the past month Mello has been acting really strange.. But, not in a bad way.. Whenever i annoyed him his death stare got softer, looking like he was trying to not hurt my feelings. I caught him a few times staring at me and he somehow looked nervous around me. Matt was teasing him a lot more lately too. I once heard him mock Mello about becoming softer and blushing around me, and he ended up getting smacked in the head. I didn t really think much about it even though it s kinda obvious Mello is fond of me. It s hard to belive that he likes anybody so I just decided to ignore these signs. Even though I have to admit I'm fond of him too...

    I screech as somebody touched my shoulder. I leave my internal dialogue and look back to see Mello who seemed to be sick, his face was way too red to not be noticed, looking like he cut off Matt s hair and stuck it to his cheeks. Talking of Matt, he was behind him, keeping a comfortable distance so he could hear us. I look at the blond and admire him for a few seconds. The sun making his hair shine and accentuating the red blush in his cheeks.. I get the sudden urge to run my hands through his soft looking hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some fucked up jeans that looked like they belong to a solider from WW2. I chukle a little at the comparation I came up with. I look up back at his face to see his gaze upon my body. I feel my face heat up.

     "Hey Mello! Did something happen? You don t look so well.. are you sick?" I notice him jump a little when he hears my voice.

     "Oh, um.. Sorry. I m not sick don t worry.. it s just a little hot outside. I wanted to tell you something."

     "Go ahead, I m listening!"

      "I wanted to tell you... I- um" I see him scratch the back of his head and then mumble something.

       "What was that?" I ask making sure I don t sound mean.

        My gaze leaves his body as i hear Matt approach us.

        "He wanted to ask if you want to meet up tomorrow in the forest, after lunch, but it seems the great detective can t find his words!" Matt explains rolling his eyes and jokingly punching Mello in the arm. Mello glares at him and looks back at me.

        "Yeah.. that s what i wanted to say. I want to talk about something in private with you, tomorrow." Mello sounds way to soft for his own good. I m not used to this.

        "Sure! I m free tomorrow I don t have a lot of homework."

         I see his face light up after i accept his invitation. Matt whispers something to him and I notice his eyes widen and his cheeks become a darker colour of red, he pushes Matt playfully and curses something at him. I laugh at their interaction.

          "Hey i was actually having trouble finding a book! Do you think you two can help me?" I ask simlling

          "I can t help you right now! There s a super important event on Mario Bros! I m sure Mello can help you though."

          "Fuck you, Matt.." I hear Mello whisper.

          "Love you too, Mello! I ll leave you two now, have fun!" Joked Matt, winking and waving us goodbye, then running to the door...

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Please tell me if i messed something up! Thank you so much for the request! <3

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[madwomansapologist]

Moonboys: first meetings

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synopsis: Love is hard. You have to fight for it. But falling in love is so easy.

translation: "Vai se foder" = "Go fuck yourself" | "Hijo de puta" = "Motherfucker" (that is not a great way to translate that curse word, but its the best we can do"

warnings: female!reader. brazillian!reader for Jake because I make the rules here. mention of Matt Murdock. a asshole gets what he deserved. pure fluff. mention to Marc's past, but then more fluff. even for jake. fluff for everyone 💐💐💐

note: happy valentine's day everyone!!!

Steven Grant

• Steven had been yelled by Donna for a lot of reasons. Because he was late, or teaching kids, or acting like a tour guide, or chattering about the egyptian culture, or bored while doing the day's chore. And even tho he really did all those, Steven would be lying if didn't mention the huge amount of times he was daydreaming about love

• He dreamed about a girl that would rock his world. Steven liked to think that one day she would enter the museum, their eyes would meet and then... They would just know that their lives were intertwined. That everything that ever happened was just the fates taking them to each other arms. Steven didn't dreamed about a girlfriend, but about a soulmate

• Steven is obssessed over egyptian culture, but he always thought that those invisible red strings bonding soulmates was the peak of romance. Steven is not a specialist on japanese culture, but he likes that way of thinking. And, yes, he did listen to Folklore a few times

• He dreamed about it so many times, but never thought that it could be possible. So when Steven found out that Donna was going to be replaced with a new staff manager, the last thing he thought about was love. He only prayed to whatever gods listening that this new person would be better than Donna was. Or at least not worse

When monday came, Steven made sure he would arrive at time. First impressions matter, specially in a boss-employee relationship. With time before his work began, he walked around the National Art Gallery. Steven found himself admiring the photographs of the Book of the Dead. And when he felt the presence of someone beside him, he couldn't help himself.

"Do you know they belived that, after their death, they would be able to read the book to make sure they are making every step right?" Steven chattered, happy to talk about his interest.

"If I was Osiris, I would consider this cheating." You responded with a light giggle. "Every culture have their own funeral rites, but I think that the egypcian is the fairer."

Steven looked at you with curiosity, but when he saw you his whole body just stumble. You were divine. You looked divine. Steven could feel his cheeks getting hotter. All he wanted was to pull his shirt up his face and hide himself, but he couldn't move.

"Why do you say that?", Steven whispered.

"Everyone always has a chance to try again", your eyes lingered to his face, but soon they come back to those photographs. "Don't matter what they do wrong. If they are unable to pass the heart weighing, or to declare the correct prayers for the pantheon, or to be honest about their flaws during live. They will just... live again. Until they are finally able to pass all those tests. Death isn't the end is just... a chance to begun again."

Steven couldn't even breath. He feel like his body was combusting. Steven usually are the one that talk with passion, but this is the first time he ever heard someone that was... willing to be heard by him. It was a nice feeling.

"Oh, I am so sorry." Your smile was a lovely sight. "I didn't mean to chatter."

"No! I... You didn't chatter. I mean, you did, but it didn't botter me. Not at all", and now he was the one chattering. "I was trying to say that I liked to hear you talking."

You tried not to laugh and it it hurts you cheeks not to, but you didn't want him to be more embarrassed. He was just so sweet. So delicate. "That's fine... Sorry, whats your name?"

"Steven. With a V." He smiled. "And you are..."

And then he saw. The employee identification pin on your right shoulder. The one that not only said your name, but also your role. Staff manager.

• Maybe... just maybe, Steven finally was going to live his chick flick romance.

Marc Spector

• Marc was avoiding anything that could be related to love. After his marriage, after everything he went through, that last thing he wanted was to deal with that. Marc wasn't looking for love but he couldn't control his heart. And he tried. The list of things he couldn't control was short, but larger than he wanted: what his heart wish, and what Konshu demands

• And Konshu wanted him to fight. Marc get used to that, what does not mean he didn't understand the consequences of his own violence. His brain gets that he don't have a choice, bus his heart... Oh, it wrecked little thing never does what Marc want

• On the subway, going back to his home, all those feelings that he fought decided to came out of the spot Marc hid them. All at once. Marc felt everything. The blame, the guilt, the anger. He heard his brother's voice, his momma screaming, his father divided between his lover and his kid. Marc felt everything. Someone in the subway called for help, what ended with him on a hospital

• When he get himself together, after the fear and panic dissapear, Marc tried to get out of there. And at that moment, when he was puting his combat boots while sit at the bed, you opened the blue curtains

"I don't need help", said Marc, not caring if he would sound rude. He continue to focous on his boots.

He heard the heels of the person walking around his bed. "If thats what you think, Mr. Spector", you responded sitting on the bed beside his. Marc saw a green pair of high heels, but continued to focous on his own pair of shoes. "Oh, sorry. Its Doctor Spector, right? It must be for you to be so sure that everything is fine."

"My ego is not so fragile. Say whatever you want, I am going home." Marc stand up and look at the doctor in front of him. His mind frooze. He shouldn't, but suddenly Marc's body wanted to just sit there with you. You were, well, gourgeous. "I don't have time for this bullshit."

"Either do I." You mirrored him, standing up. "But if you realize that actually you may need help, considering how many bruises you have on your torso and that your exams are so bad that I am actually scared about your living conditions, then comeback here."

"I wont."

"As you wish." You made your way out of that space reseverd for those who are unconsious. "But I have a certain experience with vigilantes and I know that they always come back."

Mark felt his heart beating faster.

"W-What did you say?" He walked towards you. "Don't you think that you need to rest? You're saying weird things, doc."

"Okay", you smiled. "If thats how you want to face that situation. Until our next meeting."

• You were right. Marc come back, like all those vigilantes that you had deal with before. You still not so sure, but you think that Matt Murdock was marketing your work to others.

Jake Lockley

• Steven wanted to love so bad that almost didn't realized when his chance was right before his eyes, Marc was running away from love without noticing that he was running towards it, but Jake... Jake didn't have time for this

• Jake has work to do. He is the one protecting those dumbass. He is the one fighting. Doing the dirty work that Konshu needs. He is the one that need to deal with anger, sadness, madness. Jake don't have time for love. But he always have time for one beer

• Thats what Jake do when he need to exhale for a second. He go to a bar, take a few beers, watch a game and go home. He is a simple man

Jake only have that moment to exhale. A moment where Konshu, Marc, Steven or anything else didn't need his attencion. Is only Jake, his beer and a game. But that man turned that moment into something he didn't want to enjoy anymore. He was yelling, saying bullshit with his friends, making everyone's night a living hell.

"Hijo de puta", Jake murmured to himself.

But after some minutes a uncomfortable way to behave in public turned into something more. That man stand up, so drunk that Jake could smeel the alcohol, and decided that he didn't have enough fun. He decided that need to go after a woman who was drinking alone.

"Hello, hottie", that made Jake lick his lips. He corrected his posture, now looking at the drunk man. He touched the woman's hair. Jake was ready to interfere. "What about some company?"

"Vai se foder", you responded with a smile. Jake didn't realized, but a smile was trying to break free from him. "No."

"Oh, I love latinas." The man continued. "They have a fire that... Now I am imagining what else your filthy mouth can do."

Jake stand up and walked towards the pig, but you acted before he could do anything. When he saw the beer going straight to that man's head, Jake got himself in a state of shock.

"Are you fucking stupid?", you screamed to the man. "Don't you ever look at me again. Did you heard me?" Then you looked around until you found the barman that gave you your beer. "Hi, could you give me another one? I am so sorry for the mess, he will clean everything."

• Thats it. Jake was in love.

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[scaninforfun]

Our first bull

so way back when we started our bull hunt we found one on bumble we'll call Jam. he was very quiet about his play and his job ment discretion was a must. Bumble doesnt allow naughty pics but his eyes were ... OMG. he was lightskin and had a beautiful smile but with alligator eyes, not green not blue but both too. he was in town for a couple months for training and he was a good conversationalist and had a good sense of humor. he was sexual without rushing it. then we got to exchanging pictures and .... holy sweet mother of cocks... admittedly there was some trepidation. and some jokes. but that smile and those eyes and that conversation. so we set up a meeting. the dress was a slim snug fitting dress with slits up the hips and underneath a cage lingerie set that left everything bare and ready, if albeit nervous about that cock. we met and quickly were in the hotel room and i set up the phone so j could watch later. i felt myself sliding around the bed like a cat with a toy. soon he released it...the pictures did not lie. so pretty, so big. i did my best to suck it but theres a limit to every throat, but still it grew both infront of my eyes and in my mouth, this would be a challenge, but defiantly a good one. to my surprise (and if i didnt have the video i wouldnt belive it) i took it all down my throat. his hands on me were firm but soft, he wanted pussy. i bent over and he eased in... then i was used to that beast and he started pounding. god it felt good, just slamming over and over, he damn near climbed on me to get even deeper hitting all my spots. then we moved so J could see my tits while i got pounded and i was in a daze, god that was a great cock attached to an awesome person (perfect combo). soon we tired for a moment and he laid back on the bed (he earned a rest) and i again took him in my mouth. tasting both of us and feeling that massive throbbing cock against my lips and tongue was a delight but a short lived one, we both wanted that feeling in other places. i climbed him and slowly lowered myself onto him. i rode and grounded against him shoving that beast in all those deep spots till i shivered and then he took control again.

he put me on my back and spread my legs before driving into me. oh god. so rough, so hard, so fucking great. just no stop hammering my poor pussy till finally he came. oh god, so much fucking cum. i was so glad he had a clean test and we could leave the magnums on the side table but he wasnt done.... he bent me over again and started his "climbing fuck". just fucking pounding me with those long deep hard strokes till to my suprised i felt that warm flood again... back to back cumming. fuuuuuuuck yes. we laid on the bed and paused the video, we talked some more, more jokes. that smile and those eyes...fuuuuck he was sexy and cute and sweet. then i saw that beast rising again... he took me and bent me over the hotel table and pressed record and again pounded the fuck out of me while i tried not to collapse and fall off the table. my face contorted and i went through even more orgasms (i fucking lost count before he came the first time) and he just kept pounding as i rode wave after wave till one last time... the flood. the warm rush as he filled my stuffed pussy with ANOTHER full cum load (someone had oysters for lunch or something). after some more talking and joking we parted, i mustve looked a mess as i left the hotel because the looks i got snicker fucking prudes. when i got home i was told not to shower but i did brush my hair and grab a drink while my J watched the video.... then i got mounted and fucked again, and again. 5 cumloads, 2 guys, and a pussy that was shivering from all the attention. that was the first bull i played with

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