#i just absolutely go feral when i see new plants

[neonovember]

Oh my GOD oh my for okay though that new fic you wrote with Carmy? 12/10 chefs kiss mwah mwah MWAH!! 💕💕💕 That part with Carmy going ballistic and beating the shit out of that asshole customer I LOVED it!! Now it’s got me thinking of Carmen going absolutely feral, just insane if he’s in the kitchen cooking and calling orders, while you’re out front taking orders from customers. He and the rest of the kitchen just go silent and stop in their tracks when they hear a guy just screaming at the top of his lungs at you, using the absolute most vile words against you and Carmen just sees red, especially if whoever it is ups and yells something along the lines of “You stupid fucking whore-“ and Carmen’s just a blur as he POUNCES on this guy. (Richie’s either cheering him on or trying with all his strength to claw Carmen off before he straight up kills the guy)

Office Doors

Oooh you guys are spoiling me rotten with these requests…I love a good feral fic every once in a while and this one was..well you'll know what i'm talking about once you've read it ;) I haven't written Carmen in a day and I miss him already, school has been up my ass so if you have sent me a request, don't worry it's being written, and re-written and-. Thank you anon for getting my gears going and your lovely messages 🥰🥺 ur support means the world

warnings: swearing, objectification and misogyny, angst, oral (f recieving), smut, thigh riding (?), porn with plot, feral!carmen

carmen berzatto x reader!

(This is totally and completely canon btw)

You stretch your body across the diner tables, dipping a dirty cloth into lukewarm soapy water before rinsing it out. The lunch rush had just slowed to a even pace, the sound of Carmen yelling out dishes from his line finally quieting down.

You have just a little time to spare, and you spent that time quickly wiping down the Beef’s tables that had begun to accumulate a few too many stains and unfinished crumbs of bread.

You had grown up in a home that was always messy, all the time. And no matter how much times you had asked, and no matter how much times you had just done the chores themselves, the clutter of dirty dishes and old wet clothes in the laundry had permanently been embedded into your family home.

It’s partially why you had loved the sterile laboratory of you culinary kitchens. Clutter caused your skin to itch with anxiety, it made you feel dirty, and with the way you scrub the diner tables a little too hard you wonder if it's another one of the many joy’s your family had given you.

And whilst the Beef was so different from your environment back in culinary school, it wasn’t necessarily worse. In fact, you had grown to fall in love with the quirks of the kitchen, the ‘fuck you carmen’ napkin holder, the too small walkway, the framed pictures of beloved regulars and the staff’s families. Most of all, however, was the family you had built here, the kind you couldn't find working under a domineering CDC.

The kind that had always been waiting for you, been planted deep into the earth like roots.

Besides, you and Carmen had bonded together during the late nights after most of the family had gone home. Were you both were left, scrubbing the floor together in a rhythmic silence that seemed to be more therapeutic than work.

You’ve nearly finished wiping down the last of the stools perched against the counter top of the front when a loud guffawing causes you to break your trance-like state.

Jovial yelling breaks into the rarely quiet restaurant as the door swings open, and a stream of rowdy men dressed in pullovers and fleece jackets, with scarves and basketball hats of distinct sport team colours wrapped around their necks.

One man is fully decked out, sporting the jersey and beanie of what seemed to be a hockey team. The boom of his voice indicates he was the loudest too, unaware of the grumble of patrons around the restaurant that had grown annoyed at the man's violent rambling.

You breath out a sigh, finishing off wiping down the bar stools and putting the bucket of dirty water under the front counter. Before ironing out any creases in your apron and preparing yourself for the absolute headache this would cause.

They were a familiar bunch, usually coming in after games late after the dinner rush. It seemed there was a game during the early morning, as they grumble about not having anything to eat the entire day.

Their loud and annoying and swear too much and Carmen hates the way one of them looks at you but they order a shit ton of food and fuck if the bear needs money, what can you say.

Your eyes glance at a cup of coffee Richie had accidently left under the register, and you suddenly crave your afternoon pick me up well after the afternoon. The men begin walking up to the register, ignoring your polite greeting and going straight into listing off items from the menu as if you were a machine. You nod along all the words they were saying, and soon enough you give up on writing it down as they’ve practically ordered the entire menu safe for a few appetiser's. 

“Make it quick, yeah? We’re bloody starving '' One of the men calls out from his seated position in one of the booths and you give them a tight lipped smile, resisting the urge to throw that coffee mug at him. 

Carmen peeks his head from the entryway leading to the kitchen, his unruly ashy blonde curls falling to the sides as he shares a look with you,  as if to say ‘you alright? And you nod in that unspoken way the two of you have and tell him that you can handle it. Working in a kitchen didn't have to teach you how to deal with assholes, you had your family to thank for that one again.

You hear the familiar sound of Carmen shouting out orders, and the sizzle of pans and boiling pots increase in order to push out the lengthy order before more foot traffic would pour in. 

You’re trying to fix the register when it happens, something gets caught in the old janky machine, causing the cash drawer to get stuck as you have to hit its sides at a certain angle to get it to open up again. Years and Carmen refuses to get it fixed, or buy a new one all together, resorting to having it taped up and banged every couple hours to get it working again.

You almost don’t see him, until he is leaning against the counter, into the space between the cash register and you, a greasy smile pulling at his features and he watches you. You bite back a grimace at the way his eyes trail down your apron, fixated on the dip of skin that peeks from the top of your shirt.

“Something you need Sir?” You ask politely, taking a tentative step back, your hand gripping the edge of the counter.

The man smiles strangely at your comment, cocking his head to the side before replying suggestively

“I definitely want something”

You cough, biting back your knee-jerk response to hurl at him, you can feel the burn of embarrassment against your cheeks and you swallow as you try to reply with a steady response.

“You’re food will be out in a short-while-” 

“You know, I think I’ve seen you around here, are you new to town?” The man tries to strike up a conversation

“Came here a few years ago and haven’t left since” You reply with a tight smile

“Ah! I know where you're from exactly now” The man replies with a grin that pulls his face upwards, it's eerie, his smile, like he knows something he shouldn't.

“There’s this porn star online, looks exactly like you, it’s kind of insane” The man replies with a smile that deepens as you stammer

You feel humiliated as you stare back at him, you don’t know what to say, and his eyes continue trailing down your body in a way that makes you feel disgustingly objectified. He’s reduced you to an object for him to gawk at, and you see the way the men behind him jeer and laugh that this is all a play to intimidate you.

You want to run straight home and scrub yourself clean, wash away the feeling of his imprinted gaze down the drain.

“You think we can recreate one of her videos when you get off work here?” The man replies, a glint in his eyes.

“What? You- you” You stammer and he breaks out into a laugh

“Awh, look at her, fucking shaking. Don’t tell me this is your first time?” The man eggs on to his friends, who have begun laughing and cheering him on.

You grit your teeth, trying to get the words out as you glance towards the kitchen, where was he? He leg twitches in want, wanting to get Carmen, wanting to run from the restaurants, wanting to run from the embarrassment and disgust you felt.

The flashes of Richie and Syd passing by is all you can see, the booming voice of Carmen being too wrapped up in the orders to notice what was happening.

“C'mon, just give me your number” The man presses on, leaning in so that only you can hear “It isn't like I don't know where you work” Before he leans back, muttering a halfhearted kidding under his breath

“You are disgusting” You spit out, trying to sound as confident as you can, and the mans eyebrow twitches, and he cocks his head like he was confused.

“What? I’m doing you a favour here, I'm actually a nice guy you know? Not one of those assholes on the street” The man scoffs, moving closer towards you and you have a feeling the man is waiting for a reason to lunge at you.

“Just, just take your food and your buddies and go alright? There doesn’t have to be a fight or-or” You continue, trying to de-escalate the situation and get him to just leave you the fuck alone.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m doing you a fucking favour and now your kicking me out?” The man begins to get heated, and his friends behind him watch on in silence, you can notice other customers begin to look your way, sensing the rising anger filling the room. You slowly step back, looking for something to shield yourself in case he comes at you.

“What, you think because you work you have some- some what, control? I don't think you know how this works doll, you give me your number, and I dump my load in you because your nothing but a stupid fucking whore” The man bellow, it’s so loud that it echoes through the Beef, that it reaches even the kitchen sinks where Manny is washing up. 

The man’s face grows red as the veins near his neck begin to pop out, he emphasises the last word, spitting it out like that was all you were.

The restaurant goes silent as the man heaves in exertion, the sound of Carmen shooting out orders is mute now, the slice of steel against bamboo stops, and the bear is fucking quite for the first time since it opened. 

Your body is pushed against the wall, near the swinging doors into the Kitchen, and you can see Carmen back to you, he has stopped cutting at his station, and the outline of muscle contracts under his white shirt.

Carmen turns, slowly, he turns to the family, as they all momentarily stop their tasks in shock at what they had just heard. He begins to chuckle a little to himself, as he replies in a quiet voice you and the man can still hear.

“What did he just say?” 

“Did he really say that? Did he really?” Carmen laughs to himself, nodding and gripping his hands into tight fists as the restaurant air gets thin. The man who had been screaming at you looks towards Carmen in confused fear, not knowing why this man was laughing and yet understanding he had completely fucked up.

The rest of the patrons can hear Carmen’s words, eyes widening, as they realise they were about to be collateral to a very one sided beat down. The crew looked at Carmen in silence, they had been used to Carmen's hot-headed temper, his bursts of anger that was more passion than rage. But this? This quiet silence of Carmen’s words, the way his chest heaves as you glances at your frightened position against the wall? They genuinely feared what he would do next, a silent rage like no other begins to envelop the restaurant, the air thin and suffocating as Carmen begins to walk through the kitchen and into the front counter.

“Don’t call an ambulance this time” Carmen mutters to Richie as he passes him by, Carmen’s eyes are fixed on you, trailing down your body before fixating on the shake of your hands. Carmen knows you well, and it’s the clench of your throat, like you're suffocating, like you can’t breath that snaps something in Carmen.

A malevolence Carmen has never felt spills into his gut, the burn of anger spreading against his chest until hes practically shaking with it, he is filled with this heart ache, like his heart is split in two and gushing as he realises his been cutting fucking chives whilst you nearly died. 

And something predatory fills Carmen, like he must prove to himself he can protect you, and in one swift move, like muscle memory etched into his bones, Carmen jumps over the front counter and swings his fist in one clean motion, knocking the man across the room.

The man’s body crumbles as he slams into the hardwood floor of the Beef, the immediate groan of twisted pain and pleads leave the man's mouth and Carmen is just so sick of his goddamn voice. 

It all went quiet then, the noise of Sydney yelling, of his friends, of the man’s heaving wet coughs, the air conditioner, all white noise. Carmen’s hand reaches for his ankle, dragging him back from his crawling escape.

“Oh, no no no, we’re not escaping now are we?” Carmen grunts, his voice lower than it usually is.

Carmen  wraps an arm around his throat, holding him there as he brings down his fist across his face. The wet sound of bones crunching into muscle and skin go on forever, bouncing across the room until the throaty heave of the man is all that is left of him. Carmen cannot stop the swing of his fists, something possesses him and as one of the men in hockey colours tries to grab Carmen arm he throws him back into the stack of barstool's piled near the tables. He is facing his back to you again, and you state, fixated on how his body moves to support him, the contracts and outline of his strong back, his large forearms that break bone with a mere swing.

His face swollen beyond recognition, piss and blood leaking from him, eyes bloodshot and awry. 

Carmen picks him up by his collar, the smudge of blood dripping down and staining his vest, whispering into his ear as the man’s eyes widen in harrowed fear.

“Apologise”

“..Whatnhn?” The man mumbles, the feel of his tongue swelling up and going numb, Carmen presses a hand against the man's bruised stomach, pushing  against the broken bone of his ribs until the Man wails in agony. 

“Apologise to her or I swear to god I’m breaking your fucking legs” 

The man spits out an apology, but you’re not looking at him, staring transfixed at Carmen,  at the way he’s golden curls fall across his eyebrows, at the way his muscles flex against his white shirt, at the way droplets of blood are splattered across the skin of his jaw. Carmen looks towards you, and something dark takes over his cerulean blues, blowing them out.

“Do you accept? Huh honey?”

You nod, letting an exhale out and Carmen tosses the man to a pile on the floor, reaching for your hand and dragging you to the office, you can hear the scatter of shoes as the men drag their friend out of the beef, and the crew looks towards each other in satisfaction, but also in knowing, in knowing they wouldn't dare open those office doors.

The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmen’s face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.

The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmen’s face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.

“You didn't- didn’t have to” You mumble, your voice caught in your throat for a different reason.

Carmen looks down at you, shaking his head in amusement

“Don’t lie to me, you enjoyed that more than I did” Carmen whispers, leaning down near your ear, pressing his nose against the curve of your neck.

You let out a breathless sigh, and Carmen groans as he smells that familiar  vanilla always hinted on your skin Carmen could smell when you passed by you. Now, now, he can practically taste it right on his tongue.

The truth was, you did enjoy it, despite being non confrontational and cringing every time Richie would show you a fight where the crunch of bone on gravel makes you shudder, you were transfixed by Carmen. 

By the way he broke the man to a heaving mess with just his fuckinf fists, those same arms that are edging closer and closer to you, how would they feel between your thighs? The thought wraps itself tight in your belly, and you have to squeeze your thighs for friction.

No one had done that to you, no one had done that for you, and in a strange way it felt nice to be protected. To be wanted, and it causes a need to start building deep within you. 

Carmen's eyes fall to you, and his eyebrow twitches as a look of guilt washes over his features.

“I should’ve been there, I- fuck, did he do anything? Let me get a look at you” Carmen replies softly, grabbing your wrists to look for any bruises he feared you had.

“I’m fine, just a little, uhm, shaken up you know? Said some pretty horrible things” You reply, scratching at your neck as your mind replays the way he had reduced you to a thing.

Carmen shakes his head, his teeth grinding as he grips his fists, his biceps flexing. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that, deal with people like fucking him, I swear to god if I find him on the street I’m gonna-“

“Gonna what? Finish off the job? There is always going to be guys like him, that isn’t going to change, and it’s something I have to deal with. But what I can’t deal with is if you get yourself thrown into a jail cell because of-of me” You reply, shaking your head and Carmen looks at you like he’s in love.

Gripping a hand to your chin, Carmen raises it so that you catch the burn of his cerulean blues as you can see.

“And That would be an honourable death for me” Carmen mutters, and you can’t take your eyes off him, until you're gripping his blood stain shirt tight against your chest until the suppression groans leaving his mouth are kissed into your neck.

You want him, want to taste him on your tongue, want to feel his weight against it. 

“Fuckin come here” Carmen groans out, reaching to wrap his hand around your jaw as he presses his lips against your own. The muffled of your moans escape your lips and Carmen slips his tongue between them. 

His pillowy soft lips wrap around your own, his nose bumping into your cheek as he wraps an arm around your back, pushing you against the office doors. It’s all teeth and tongue, the clash of teeth and muffled groans leaving the both of you. 

The suppression of both your desires falling between you two until you don’t stop to come up for air. 

It’s addicting the way he kisses you, and you have to grip his shoulder as an anchor as he begins to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there before dipping down to your clavicle. 

You let out a moan as he blows cold air against the dip of your breasts, and Carmen looks down at you, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you shiver, waiting for him to give you what you want.

Carmen rips open your shirt, his eyes trailing across the curve and dip of your breasts, he mutters something under his breath, something like “beautiful” as his finger trailing the lace before unclipping it and tossing it behind him. 

Carmen cups one of your breasts, circling your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, you arch your back to him, and he follows it until he rests and your hip, squeezing the skin there as his eyes roll back at the taste of you.

“Please..” You groan out, your eyes watching the way Carmen pressing soft circles into your skin, he looks up at you in confusion, the hint of a smile curving at his lips.

“Please what?” Carmen replies, sucking bruises beneath your tits, drawing it out on purpose, having too much fun watching you suffer.

“Nmfha” You mumble incoherently when Carmen flicks his tongue around your nipple, whilst squeezing the other in his cold hands.

“I can’t hear you, what do you want?” Carmen replies with a hint of a moan, he’s having trouble himself, bucking his hips up into you as he watches the way you shake from his lips

“Wanna feel you Carm, wanna taste you” You groan out with a moan, Carmen grunts at your response, his eyes growing dark and heavy, and in one swift move, he hoist you up and swipes the coffee mugs and papers left scattered across his desk before placing you on the edge.

You spread your thighs, making room for him and he steps between them. 

“You wanna feel me sweet girl? You want me to take care of you? Please let me take care of you” Carmen pleads, rutting up against you as he tries to suppress the want pressing tight against his jeans.

“Carm” you groan out as Carmen tugs your jeans down leaving you in your lace underwear that Carmen grinds his jaw at, you don’t realise it but Carmen blue apron is discarded somewhere in the room, and as he carries you towards the coach you tug at his white shirt. 

He rips it off him in one move, and you drag your fingers across the deep of defined muscle that flexes under your touch.

Carmen moves your thighs so that you're pushed towards the edge of the couch, and he kneels between you, pressing a soft kiss to your knee, before trailing up your thighs. Carmen had been teasing you before but now there is a frantic eagerness in the way he touches you, like if he doesn’t taste you on his tongue he might combust.

Carmen hooks a finger into your underwear,pulling them down until you were bare for him. Carmen’s eyes glisten as he states at you, naked under him and sweating. God the image imprints in his mind and he wishes he can stay here forever.

Carmen presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, and your thighs shake in need, Carmen flicks his eyes up to you, and keeps eye contact, as he licks one long strip across your folds, closing his eyes and he groans at the taste of you. You contort you back at the pleasure the waves through you, eyes rolling back at the pressure of his tongue sucking your clit.

“Fucking- taste so” Carmen mumbles, before dipping his tongue between your folds, dragging it up and down, the sound of your heightened moans ripping through him. 

Dipping his tongue in your hole, Carmen pushes a finger between your thighs, presses soft circles around your clit as his tongue works your folds. Your thighs shake around the curls of his head and he pushes a hand down at your stomach to stop you from moving, making you take every wave of pleasure he pulls from you.

“Carm, please, they’re going to hear us” You groan out, and Carmen shakes his head, causing his tongue to drive deeper into you, before looking up at you, 

“Let them” 

Carmen stretches you out with his tongue, pushing it into you and out until your heaving, his thumb is pressed against your clit, and he pushes a finger into you before sucking onto your bud. 

You begin to see flashes of stars, as he thrusts a finger into your hole whilst sucking you, he scissors you open, curving his finger in a way that hits a particular spot that has you raising your hips, trying to pull yourself off of him, the white hot burn of pleasure getting too much.

“There baby? Right there?” Carmen groans out, thrusting his finger to hit that spot over and over

Carmen grips your hips, pushing you down, deeper, harder onto his mouth and fingers, pressing a second digit into you as he curves it to pull that sweet moan from your lips.

Carmen had many names, but his favourite was the broken syllabus of his own between your lips when you fell apart on his tongue.

“S’ close, so close Carmy, please” You babble out, before resigning yourself to the burn of pleasure the feels like fucking nirvana, it’s all around you, Carmen, this pleasure, it’s all you can taste.

“I know baby, I know, I’m going to take care of you okay, sweet girl?” Carmen groans, thrusting his hips into the floor, searching for friction as he watches the way your eyes roll back.

Carmen laps at your core, pushing the digits deeper, curving them upwards until you were screaming, he pushes your face down to look at him, he wants to see your face as you fall apart, and the coil that has begun to wrap itself tight snaps when he nibbles at your over sensitive clit and you see the way his dark eyes watch you, his eyebrows furrowed and your slick coats his chin.

You can’t feel anything but the white hot pleasure that rocks through you, you aren’t in your body, floating away in the pure saccharine pleasure of Carmen’s tongue and he laps at the pleasure dripping between your folds. 

You mumble incoherent words, the only thing leaving your lips is Carmen’s name as you babble, spit dripping from your open mouth as you're left in a heap, Carmen leaving you dumb.

Carmen works you through your release, licking and sucking at your sweet slick that he gathers on his tongue. You see the way he thrusts into the carpet, trying to find friction as the scene in front of him becomes too much.

The thought splits something within you, seeing how Carmen got off to getting you off was out of this world, causing the pleasure to start building in your core again. 

You drag Carmen up to meet your lips, and then push his tongue between your lips, causing you to taste him on your tongue. Carmen pushes his finger between his lips, sucking on the shine of slick coated there, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you grind your hips against him. 

He pushes his digits into your mouth, groaning at the way you suck on them eagerly. You push him to lean his back against the coach, before manoeuvring your hips to straddle him.

You rock your hips against his jeans, feeling the way the indent pushes and bumps against your core, Carmen throws his head back, his curls falling over his forehead and he grabs your hips, pushing you deeper, down down down until he is thrusting up into you.

You grip his shoulders raising your hips before pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Carmen forces himself to look down at you, his gaze watching the way you tug at his length, swiping a thumb across the red tip, dragging pre cum down the thick girth of him.

Carmen groans out, gripping your hips tight, and you raise up, lining yourself perfectly before sinking down on him.

Carmen’s groans are beautiful, rumbling from his chests as he squeezes his eyes shut, you fit so perfectly around him, the heat and warmth and slick of you wrapped tight around his cock. His length is thick and girth, and you have to adjust to his size, moaning at the way he fills you up just right.

As you begin to move, Carmen presses a hand, begging for you to wait

“Just, one second, fuck you feel so good I might cum from one thrust” 

“Who says this is a one time thing?” You reply with a wicked smile, and Carmen groans loud at that.

You raise your hips, dragging your self on him before sliding down, your grind against him and he heaves in the pleasure of your tightness around him. 

It had been so long, and the feeling of you is almost too much. 

You struggle to raise your hips high enough, and Carmen wraps his hands tight around your hips before raising you himself, driving himself up into you and thrusting hard.

This new angle allows him to go deeper, and you meet his upward thrusts, groaning out as he fucks you dumb. You look gorgeous above him, the way your tits bounce with every thrust up has him hard all over again.

“Just like that baby girl, keep going, doing so fucking well, my baby” Carmen groans out, and you begin to shake at the combination of his praise the the feeling of his cock driving into you impossibly deep.

You want to make him feel good and you say this to him, causing his eyes to roll back when you squeeze yourself around him, hard, until his thrusts have to drive into you even harder.

The coach freaks loudly from Carmen’s pace, and he slams you down, positioning his cock deep into you, causing you to press half circles into your shoulder, scratching at his biceps and gripping the nape of his hair that causes him to rumble out your moaned name.

You can feel him getting close, his thrust growing sloppy and deep, you tighten around him, and his eyes are in a trance, watching the way you fit around him so perfectly.

Carmen moves to fold himself upright against you, and your eyes roll back to your head as you feel yourself climb up a familiar peak.

Carmen presses a hard kiss against your lips as you groan out, and as he slips a hand into your conjoined bodies, circling your clit you have to shove your fist into your hand to stop from screaming.

The feel of Carmen’s length driving into you and the sound of his ragged moans, mixed with the over stimulation against your clit, you can’t help but fall apart around his cock.

You squeeze yourself tight around Carmen, and he cries out, his thrusts growing slow as he joins you over the cliff, his cock thrusting up into you with spasms. His cheeks are a blush red, his tongue poking out as he follows both of your orgasms.

You fall against his chest, exhausted, pressing your cheek so that it rested against the hard muscle of his pecs. You swallow back a breath, gripping your hand around Carmen’s, as he brings it up to place a soft kiss. 

Your thighs are still shaking from stimulation, and Carmen caresses a hand across them, rubbing soft circles and you lay across his chest.

You stay like this for a moment, basking in the bliss of pleasure and sex and the soft curves and dips of your bodies.

After a bit, Carmen has to slip his out cock from your thighs, eyes fixated on the way your ecstasy mixed with his one drips down your thighs.

“Fucking gorgeous” Carmen replies, and you look up at him in surprise

“What? You don’t think I'll find you gorgeous after this?” Carmen smiles down at your flustered state, he brushes back the sweat and tears dripping down your cheeks.

“That was..you are. Well fuck, Carmen, why didn’t this happen sooner?” You reply, he manoeuvres you so that your legs lay across his thighs.

“Yeah, uh, we’ll I’ve got a whole bucket of shit you don’t want dragging you down” Carmen replies scratching his neck, suddenly more shy as he lay his heart bare to you.

“Yeah, we’ll you gave me no choice when you practically murdered that man” You reply, biting back a smile, as you press soft circles around his thumb.

“Should’ve fucking murdered him…”

“What happens now?” Carmen replies, looking at you nervous that this was you just scratching an itch, because he was head over heels in love with you and he would never recover

“God Carmen, you didn’t realise I’m in love with you already?” You reply with a smile, “Practically the entire restaurant does” 

Carmen looks up at you in wonder, his eyebrows furrowing as your words hit him hard. You loved him? You loved him. He wants you to repeat it a hundred times, he wants to hear your tongue say those words to him again.

“You are incomparable” Carmen mutters under his breath, before wrapping you tight against his chest, pressing a kiss that feels different now, less crazed and rushed and fueled by heated passion. It was new, it felt like a start of something.

“You think they’re okay out there?” You reply with a start.

“Hell no” Carmen replies, and you can’t help but laugh as you push your head through a shirt Carmen had passed to you.

You and Carm may have just confessed your love to one another, but you still had a goddamn restaurant to run.

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[lueurjun]

ੰ first kiss with enha | ꒰ jake , sunghoon ꒱

enhypen reaction—there comes a time in a lot of relationships where the next step is taken, and here’s how the nerve-racking first kiss experience went for you and your mans. kinda long, i got carried away<3

version one: heeseung and jay.

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAKE ꒱ ,,

FERAL BOY PT2

the rizz this man has is insane

but like heeseung, when it comes to you, his confidence kind of shrivels up and dies

you make him tongue tied

and you know it too ❪ he’s not exactly subtle with the bright red cheeks and stumbling over his own words ❫

to be honest it kinda fuels your ego

because who doesn’t love making a confident boy weak at the knees?

he’s a simp for you and it fills you with so much pride

not that he doesn’t make you weak at the knees

because he does

especially when he flashes you that pretty grin and calls you the most endearing name on the planet in that hot aussie accent of his

but you’re better at hiding it than he is

at least you can still form a sentence

with this, i feel like you’ll be the one to make the first move

because you’re a goddamn icon

the kiss happens a few weeks into your relationship so everything is relatively new

but you’re 90% sure that he wants to kiss you

because the amount of times you’ve caught that godforsaken boy staring at your lips

he even leaned in at one point and you were sure that was the moment

but then he got shy and backed away

i can literally imagine his shy face. i’m eating my pillows shsjsjs my gosh

you decided to wait it out and see whether he would grow some balls

because the thing about jake is that he’s all talk over text

the messages he sends you and his actions in person are drastically different

he’s so me

but after another week of missed opportunities, you’ve had enough

you want those plump lips on your own STAT

so you decide to take the lead because you are sick of jake and his inability to bring his texts to life

it finally happens on a cold tuesday evening, a month into dating

the pair of you decided to go on a cute little bowling date

jake swears he’s a legend at bowling but you’re certain you can beat him

and you do — which shocks the life out of him

that’s right. humble him bae

you’re on your last turn and you’re filled with nerves as you grab the ball

not because you’re worried about bowling, but because of what you’re going to do after it

the universe appears to work in your favour because you get a strike

victory washes over you as you turn and stroll towards him, a cocky smirk on your lips which he rolls his eyes at

even though it’s the goddamn hottest thing he’s ever seen

however, he’s caught off guard when you throw your arms around his neck and plant your lips onto his

bro literally freezes on the spot

hands hovering over your waist with his eyes wide

because you’re kissing him

YOU

ARE KISSING HIM?

alexa play that should be me

you quickly pull away when you realise that he’s not kissing you back

“did i read this wrong or—”

“no. absolutely not. i was caught off guard.”

you smile at how red his face has gone, and decide to try again

though you lean in slowly this time, and he’s faster, cupping your jaw as your lips move against each other

the smack he talked through text comes to life through the kiss which he takes the lead on this time

just casually making out in a bowling alley-

you pull away before the two of you could get scolded by a worker

he rests his forehead against your own and sighs

“thank goodness you did it first because i was absolutely shitting myself.”

. . . . . . . ꒰ SUNGHOON ꒱ ,,

to be frank, this poor boy is stressed

and not because he’s nervous about kissing you, no he’s anything BUT nervous

his frustration levels are off the charts because no matter how much he tries, you literally won’t let him kiss you

and you’re not intentional about it either, which makes it that much more frustrating

don’t hate me but you’re oblivious as hell

at this point, sunghoon isn’t even sure whether the two of you are even dating

because sure you hold hands, but you’ve never hung out with him alone outside of your group of friends

the two of you communicate through text and you call sometimes but it all just seems?? friendly??

i literally had a boyfriend that was like this, im speaking from the soul

it’s almost like you didn’t wanna be alone with him and it bruised his ego A LOT

and it hurt his feelings but he wouldn’t admit that one out loud

he knows you probably don’t mean anything by it, but he also doesn’t know how to bring it up to you

when he brought it up to his friends, they were just as clueless as him because you are quite unreadable and as sweet as they think you are, they also can’t figure you out

cue them all staring at you from across the room, trying to sus you out

“are we sure they know you’re dating?”

sunoo had meant no harm in his question, but it didn’t take the sting away

“maybe you’re delusional and it all happened in your head because they do not seem interested in you whatsoever.”

#supportivebesties

as if you heard jungwon’s comment, you turned on your heel and started walking towards him

which made all of them panic and get into poses that looked anything but natural

heeseung was reading book upside down

both groups of your friends merged together and try to act like they aren’t watching you drag him away

once out of earshot, you whip around to face him looking like a puppy that just got kicked

which catches him by surprise

because why are you upset?

ur a match made in headache heaven

and his surprise heightens with the next words that fly out of your pouted lips

“do you not like me?”

huh?

i beg your pardon?

does he not—

WHAT?

sunghoon can’t believe his ears

“do i not like you? shouldnt i be the one asking you that?”

ooh that was really bratty!

great now you’re both confused messes

staring at each other like ???

“it’s just- we- we don’t really act like a couple and i’m starting to think you don’t like me as much as i like you…”

sunghoon genuinely has to stop himself from laughing from sheer disbelief

because you had been feeling this way too?

what are the odds??

it’s almost like communication is a relationship foundation

“i do like you—way more than you realize. i was a little worried that you had forgotten we are dating…”

it’s humiliating to admit, but sunghoon supposes that honesty is the best policy in this situation

the way you unintentionally humbled him-

“then why didn’t you ever try to make a move…”

“i did! i tried kissing you multiple times but you always moved or walked away.”

you had? honestly you had no recollection of seeing him try to kiss you

perhaps you were just extremely oblivious

a brief silence settles over the two of you and neither of you are sure where to go from here

it’s almost painful and sunghoon’s fingers are itching to grab you and hold you in some way

“if i kiss you, promise you won’t walk away?”

it breaks your heart that he even had to ask

but you delicately raise your pinky finger, and marvel as he cautiously intertwines his around yours

“i promise.”

thats all he needs to hear before he draws you forward, pinky fingers still wrapped around each other as he finally feels your lips against his own

neither of you want it to end, revelling in the warmth each other provides with your pinky fingers still inlaced between you

it appears neither of you are willing to put an end to the moment, so your friends do it for you

a chorus of hollers and whistles echo through the air

“maybe he wasn’t delusional after all.”

#enhypen #enha #park sunghoon #jake sim #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #sunghoon #jake #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #enhypen first kiss #enhypen drabble #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon headcanons #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon fluff #sim jake x reader #sim jake scenarios #sim jake imagines #sim jake fluff #jake fluff #jake scenarios #kpop headcanons #kpop x reader #kpop scenarios

[mikachacha]

𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You were only teasing Bada by dancing to Doja Cat's song but it ended backfiring quickly.

Warnings: language, suggestive theme, smutty goodness

(A/N: @jhopes-whoopee-cushion hi 🤧🤧 the wheel of fics won't let me write something else lmao this got selected three times in a row)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

"Babe, babe.. Babeeeee!" you called out excitedly to your girlfriend Bada who's busy sorting out yours and her closet. She looked at you and you grinned before connecting your phone to the bluetooth speaker you were carrying. You've been learning new dances and because you're close friends with Kirsten, she taught you some really good ones. One of those is Woman by Doja Cat.

"Hm? You gonna dance for me baby?" Bada asked, now her full attention is on you and you nodded eagerly. You told Kirsten to give you the naughtiest version and she complied. You wanted to tease Bada by telling her it's the one that you're gonna teach at JustJerk.

"Yup! Hold on, lemme get my heels first." you said and grabbed your black heels before you went back in front of Bada and pressed play so you can start. Bada's eyes widened as she recognizes the song. She thought you couldn't be serious right now.

"You're gonna teach this in class??" Bada questioned and you nodded, holding back a mischievous grin as you danced to the music. Bada's eyes followed your every move, the way your hips would sway to the beat of the music. When the lyrics, “come here, papa, plant your seed” came, Bada absolutely lost it. She didn't let you finish your little dance number as seeing you doing floor work with that kind of song made her feral. She just wants to kiss you, make your body shake in pleasure over and over again.

"Badaaaaa I wasn't done yet!" you protested in a playful manner. You didn't even get halfway to the song when Bada just snatched you up and brought you to the bed. She pulled you in for heated kiss while her hands held down yours on either side of your head. She loves taking control, love how you would whine and protest but really couldn't do about it. Love how those pretty noises would come out from your sweet mouth when she'd tease your sensitive spots relentlessly until you're begging for her for more.

"You're so naughty, you know that.. As if I would let you go out and teach that to class where others would see that sexy side of you, maybe fantasize about you.. I'm not letting that happen, baby.." you blushed at Bada's words and giggles at how possessive she's acting. You loved this side of her, loved that you're the only one who gets to experience this side of Bada.

"I was just kidding about teaching it to class so calm your sexy ass down." you told her and she looked at you before slipping her hand between your legs that made your blush even brighter and a small moan to escape your mouth as she began to rub. Bada intends to tease you just the way you teased her though in your opinion, her's is more relentless.

"Mhm.. Though I must admit that you looked really sexy on the floor posed like that.. Reminds me of all those times I did you from behind." she continues. At this point you felt like you're in a daze. You didn't even noticed that Bada has already removed your shirt, well her shirt that you borrowed, and your pajama shorts. It only occurred to you that you're practically naked in front of your girlfriend as you felt the cool air against your heated skin.

Bada's lips were all over you, leaving marks and wet kisses on their wake while a hand is between your legs, rubbing and teasing making you moan out and grind against it all in the same time.

"Bada, please.." you whined out and she chuckles, loving how needy you are at the moment. She pulled your underwear to the side before working her finger inside of you slowly. She loves hearing those soft noises coming from your mouth that gradually increases as time passes by. She would sometimes kiss you to muffle your moans a little when she works in another finger and curl them up just at the right spot, making your knees tremble from the insane amount of pleasure you're receiving.

When Bada felt like you're ready, she pulled her fingers out and licked them before stripping and pulling the strap on she keeps on the bottom part of your drawer. You saw it and gulped visibly. You're now starting to regret teasing Bada earlier. Knowing when she pulls that strap on out of the drawer, it's sure that you wouldn't be walking straight the next morning.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader

[ysljoon]

Hey savvvv<3 So i have a request, can you write like a established relationship smut of like simon (from cod) going absolutely feral while you ride his face? Thank youuu love you pookie🤍🤍

riding simon 'ghost' riley's face

warnings: oral (f receiving), use of pet names (lovie, sweetheart), afab reader (no use of y/n), overstimulation a/n: jay i really hope you like this im sorry for the delay oh em gee <3 MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Simon had been gone on an operation for two months and you were counting down the days until he was home. Today was the day and you were sitting on the couch busily scrolling through different apps to keep yourself occupied. You couldn’t tell if it was minutes or hours until you heard the lock to the door turn and squeak on its hinges. You jumped up from your seat and scampered to see Simon placing his duffel bags on the floor and starting to take off the balaclava. Once the mask was off he met your eyes and and you couldn’t contain yourself you leapt yourself on to him and he caught you with ease. You planted kisses on every corner of his face you could reach, not even caring about the residual paint around his eyes.

“Simon, I missed you so much.” You tucked your head into his neck muffling your words a little.

“I missed you too lovie.” He traveled through the home with you still clinging on to him and once he found the bedroom he positioned you on the edge and started to kiss you with more passion and hunger. You loved when Simon used his height to dominate you and having him looming over you right now is all you dreamed about while he was away. Your hands roamed around all over his body and you felt some relief when you didn’t feel any new wounds on his torso and only the old scars you have become acquainted with over the years. 

You moved your hands down to his belt buckle and he stopped you by grabbing your wrists while not even pulling away from your lips. His reflexes never failed to leave you in awe. “You don’t hafta do anythin’ for me tonight. I’m gonna make up for all the time I left you alone. Gonna make my girl feel so good.” Hearing his gruff voice mixed with the intentions he had for you had you clenching your thighs together to get some relief for yourself. This action did not go missed by Simon. “Aw my poor girl needs to get off so bad. Let me help you sweetheart.” He crawled on to the bad so he was right above you and slid your pants fully off till you were only left in your shirt (its his shirt actually but that's neither here nor there) and panties. He pressed a thumb to your aching clit and rubbed small and slow circles but it was enough to already have you twitching. He was teasing your covered cunt and you let out whiny little whimpers hoping that was enough to give Simon enough of a hint that you need more. Simon usually would make you use your words to beg for what you need from him, but he was already mean enough for having to leave you for months. He doesn't want to make this harder for you tonight knowing how needy both you and him are.

He moved his face in between your legs and nipped the waistband of your panties and dragged them down to your ankles. He released the cloth from between his teeth and placed a gentle kiss on your very sensitive bud. “Come sit on my face lovie I need to taste you so bad. I’ve thought about your delicious fuckin’ cunt day in and day out while I was gone I need it.” You positioned yourself over his lips and while you had planned to only hover he wrapped his arms around your thighs and dragged you down till your fully bodyweight sank down on him. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked with so much force it had your back arching and you were crying out. Your hands tried to find purchase and clutched onto his shoulders. “C-Christ Simon. I won’t last at all if you keep it up.” “Just keep takin’ it sweetheart.” He punctuated his sentence with a nibble on your thigh and swiped his tongue along your soaked slit and inserted it inside. He hungrily ate you out and you felt an impending orgasm coming and you grinded against his tongue for extra pressure.

Your orgasm consumed your whole body and your thighs trembled around SImon’s head. You thought he would give you a small break before continuing, but he kept going and the overstimulation had you trying to pry yourself off of Simon’s face but his muscular arms gripped you in place and you couldn’t escape. “No use running from me lovie, I’m a man starved. Hope you get comfortable because you’re gonna be here for a long while.” You looked down and saw his smirk with your essence dripping down his chin.

#sav's asks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x you #ghost headcanons #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cod headcanons #cod mw2

[onceinamil]

More & More (Part 2)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: SMUT, Hickeys, etc.

"y/n!" you heard jihyo's voice call out. you turned your head away from the stove you were using as you felt her fingers graze your waist, sending chills up your spine. she pressed her lips to the back of your bruised neck, mumbling against your skin. "you look so pretty," she whispered, and tucked her fingertips just below the waistband of your shorts. "meet me in my room when I get back, okay?" she added, knowing you would never decline the offer.

"of course, baby," you hum, turning to look at her. since she's heading to the gym to do her morning workout, she's in a sports bra and sweatpants, driving you absolutely feral. it's a simple outfit, but nothing looks boring on your girlfriend. you both headed towards the living room, jihyo helping you carry two plates of pancakes for nayeon and jeongyeon. she steals a piece of pancake from one of them, popping it into her mouth. "mmm delicious" she groans, accidentally giving you a flashback of last night and making butterflies appear in your stomach.

you set the plates in front of the two girls, then turned back to jihyo. she lightly pecked you on the lips, whispering a low "love you" into your ear, and then headed for the front door. staring after her, you realized the scratch marks you made on her back last night are completely visible, making you blush at the thought of everyone seeing them. you sat down on the couch opposite your roommates, and saw they were watching jihyo leave too.

"oh my god," nayeon said, making a disgusted sound, "you guys are so gross". she eyed your bruised neck, and glared at jeongyeon, who turned to you.

"you guys were really loud last night, you know," she said, repressing a laugh. "oh jihyo," she fake moans, making blood rush into your cheeks. nayeon joined in, mockingly whimpering along.

"you guys are just jealous," you say, pulling out your phone.

"i helped you out, in case you forgot," nayeon said, staring at you. you simply rolled your eyes at her; you're still a bit pissed at her, but to be fair it did turn out amazing. you continued scrolling on your phone for a long while, until a message from your girlfriend came in.

"they saw what you did to my back, didn't they babe?"

"yeah.." you typed back. you sighed, getting up and going back upstairs to lay down. you needed to get some energy before jihyo came back. as you began to lay down, your phone lit up with a new text.

"that turns you on, doesn't it baby" you felt your face getting hotter, and pressed your thighs together. and it definitely didn't help when a new photo from jihyo popped up. you open it, and your eyes widened upon seeing jihyo, apparently in the gym shower. you couldn't see her full back, but you could see the scratches from you, her head tilted back in a not-so-innocent way. "don't worry, I didn't forget about the deal we made last night" her final text reads, and butterflies fill your stomach as you remembered it's your turn to pleasure jihyo.

you stood up and moved to your dresser, searching for your favorite set of lace panties and bra. not too long after changing, you headed into your girlfriend's room, knowing she'll be home any minute. you waited on the edge of her bed, glancing at yourself in the mirror across from you, when you heard the doorknob turn.

as soon as she stepped through the doorway, you locked the door and pushed her against it. 'y/n-" you cut her off by meeting her lips with yours, pushing yourself against her. her clothes got discarded somewhere, both of you so needy you didn't notice when they came off. you grabbed her hand and brought her to the bed, straddling her once you got on. planting kisses on her neck, you began to suck harder, remembering how hot your own bruised neck looked this morning. she moaned as you began kneading her breasts, your mouth slowly moving downward to plant kisses, and the occasional hickey, on them.

"fuck, baby," she groaned shakily. she can't get enough of your warm mouth on her, her tits so sensitive she could probably get off on this alone. when you feel it's been long enough, you knelt on the ground in front of her bed, positioning yourself directly in front of her wet pussy.

"so beautiful," you said quietly, peppering her thick thighs with kisses.

"no more teasing, princess," she whimpered, and you dive into her folds. she's practically dripping, and you eat her out like your life depends on it, not losing a single drop.

you drew circles on her clit with your tongue, and began sucking on it. "unnnghhh you feel so good," she moaned out, tangling her hand in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer. you look up at her, her head thrown back, her chest heaving up and down. her eyebrows draw together, and when her eyes begin rolling back, you realize she's closer than you thought. you continued eating her out, your jaw tiring, but never slowing, until she let out the most beautiful moan you've ever heard, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tried to ground herself, and you licked up her juices as her hips bucked up into your mouth. jihyo pulled you up and kissed you, tasting herself on her tongue. her breathing finally slowed, and you settle yourself on one of her thighs, lazily making out.

"you should use that pretty mouth more often," she said, pulling away. she could feel how wet you were on her thigh, and she smirked, having an idea. "ride me," she commanded, pushing your hips down onto her thigh. you let out a whine at the slight friction, instantly craving more. it was gonna be a looong night.

#kpop smut #gg smut #twice smut #twice imagines #park jihyo #kpop fanfic #girl group smut

[winters-hysteria]

Hiii

Could you maybe write an nsfw Scott Lang x reader with the prompt 4. Scott tried a new sex position where he tries prone bone and she’s just sobbing moaning and can’t even say anything coherent

And maybe to add to it, It’s a similar situation to the one where she couldn’t cum without clit stimulation, and she surprises him by cumming quickly because of the new position

bitch /aff i fucking love you that you for this idea hskdhbsabk

so to shorten it :

scotty (our lovely lil baby) wanted to try a new position with reader and it just feels so good, reader is pretty much melted. she even cums from just penetration, whereas originally she needed clit stimulation and she ends up surprising scotty (and letting him know he was gonna be doing this a lot more.)

pre-thanos so cassie is lil babey

803 words

warnings: smut (obvi)

nsfw below the cut

"you alright baby?" scott asked, concern lacing his voice as his hands planted on either side of your head, the rest of his body straddling yours.

you were laying on your tummy with your back slightly arched into him, your face pressed into scott's soft warm pillow. you two had asked maggie to watch cassie for the weekend because you two wanted some (much-needed) alone time. you'd stood at the door next to him with one of his arms around your waist and waved off maggie's car until you could no longer see it, giggling at cassie's small hands stretching out the open window.

the second it was no longer in view he pounced on you, locking his lips with yours. he pushed you out of the doorframe and slammed it behind the both of you, using his entire body to pin you to the door a couple seconds later. you let out soft moans as his hands grabbed everywhere they could, letting out a whine of "scott!!" when he palmed your breast through his your t-shirt you wore. the sound of his name falling from your plush lips drove him absolutely feral, only breaking the kiss to rip his and your shirts off.

he practically dragged you to the bedroom, throwing your smaller frame onto the soft bed. he followed soon after, kicking off his jeans and crawling on top of you. his lips had found your neck, the soft whines you'd been letting out developing into loud, needy moans.

he'd canted his hips up into your core when he heard them, tightening his grip on your hair. he whined, really whined- into your ear, causing your eyes to roll back and your spine to arch.

his hands had travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of your gray cargo pants, undoing the buttons and yanking them down as fast as he could. he had to pause for a moment at the sight of your black panties. they made him nearly want to bust right then and there, but he had something he wanted to try before he did.

he slipped his fingers underneath the black fabric, pulling it down slowly and reveling in the sweet sweet sounds slipping from your lips. he could hardly wait any longer and made quick work of the rest of your clothing before using a strong hand to force your thighs apart, ring and middle finger running along your soaked slit, earning a long, drawn-out cry from you.

"that good, huh?" he smirked from between your thighs, turning into a giggle when you lifted them and squished his head.

"shut up and fuck me, scotty." your exasperated (albeit very turned on) voice floated down to him.

"aw, no asking nicely?" scott pouted mockingly before you raised yourself on your elbows and glared down at him. he'd never tell you, but seeing you give him that look made him impossibly hard.

"scott i swear if you don't fuck me right now i will get up out of this bed and go stay at maggie's." you huffed.

his eyes narrowed. "you wouldn't."

you moved to get off the bed. "i would." rolling onto your tummy and reaching for your shirt, you put one foot on the floor before being stopped by scott climbing back up onto the bed, on top of you.

"i wanna try something', okay?" scott whispered in your ear, and a heavy blush painted across your face as you nodded.

"okay."

and that was how you ended up here, face pressed into the pillow while scott slowly thrusted above you, drawing out small huffs and whines from his throat.

"can i go faster? please?" the desperation in his voice stoked the fire in your lower belly even more, had you mewling and whining in response as his hips bucked faster and harder into you, relishing in the loud incoherent cries you were letting out.

"that feel good, baby? yeah? you fuckin' love this, don't you? god, you're such a good girl. yeah, yeah, my good girl."

his eyes were closed in concentration. "mm, gettin' close, honey. gonna fuckin' fill you up so good."

he let out a loud groan of your name as he came inside you, riding out his high while you sobbed in pleasure beneath him. listlessly murmuring while you felt that coil in your belly start to tighten. your whines got gradually louder until it snapped, surprising both you and scott as you clutched at the sheets and cried out from beneath him.

"jesus christ. did you just cum?" he whispered in shock, staring down at your trembling form, breathing heavy and deep. "fuck, honey, that was hot. oh my god. we are so doing this again."

your only response was a quiet whine that sounded vaguely of a "yes."

#scott lang #scott lang smut #no use of y/n #marvel smut #mcu smut #avengers smut #scott lang x reader #minors dni #mcu #marvel #marvel men #ant man x reader #tysm for the ask!

[angelsnkisses]

haiii! i see ur requests r open again,, but im just curious to here ur thoughts on camboy!danny cuz its a concept that i absolutely adore n i need more people talkin abt it :3 (only if ur comfortable with it!!!!! u can ignore this completely if u'd liek 🫶)

(some flowers 4 u btw, im givin everyone i send asks to flowers)

RAHHH I LOVE THIS SM. also, ty for the flowers lovey!

thinking about camboy!danny <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: switch!danny, gn!reader, masturbation, use of vibrator, use of dildo, overstimulation.

• camboy!danny, who is so shy when he first tries out a cam site. he's a blushing, whining mess the whole time, anxiously checking the chat every five minutes to see if everyone likes what he's doing. and trust me, they do, which helps him build more confidence on camera.

• camboy!danny, who starts out with relatively vanilla content like stripteases, rubbing himself through the fabric of his boxers, making soft little noises with the top of his face just out of frame.. agonizingly teasing actions that leave his audience wanting more.

• camboy!danny, who slowly starts to get more and more comfortable with himself as time goes on. as his devoted viewers grow larger in number, so does his variety of content. within the first few weeks, he decides to bring a little more flavor into his content. his poison of choice? vibrators.

• camboy!danny, who starts off with a small bullet vibrator, teasing his tip with it while he pumps his hand up and down his hardened cock. his noises increase the more he strokes himself, the vibrations multiplying his pleasure in a seemingly infinite way.

• camboy!danny, who loves seeing the chat absolutely blow up with people praising him, begging for more, begging for him. he gets cockier with every compliment, and how could he not? all that approval makes him want more, it makes him wanna give more. so, little by little, he gets more vocal. eventually, he even starts talking to his viewers, thanking them, teasing them, etc.

• camboy!danny, who whimpers. so much that it's a staple for his content. he can't help it, as soon as he starts feeling good his lips start spitting out the most vulgar, intoxicating sounds, pleasing the eyes on him even more.

• camboy!danny, who is constantly asked about dildos and such. at first, it's a hard no, but as time goes on and his content changes, he eventually starts to consider it. so, he'll give in and buy himself one. after a few private uses, he decides he might as well- he's already done so much, what's a little more? especially when his chat asks so politely..

• camboy!danny, who's genuinely surprised at how feral everyone goes as soon as he pulls out his new toy. he'll blush like crazy, insisting it's a one time thing and that they shouldn't get too excited (it's not, and they should). he'll take his time, laying back and teasing himself with the silicone object before finally beginning to fuck himself with it on camera. the amount of people watching him almost doubles, hundreds of eager viewers getting off to the perfect display. he'll push it in deep, his movements getting quicker, rougher, until he's practically cockdrunk.

• camboy!danny, who loves to overstimulate himself. sometimes he'll stream for hours, cumming over and over again until he can barely even process what's going on. whether it's with a dildo, another toy, or just his hands, he always manages to push himself to his own limits.

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bonus <3:

• camboy!danny, who isn't always such a mess. some days he just needs stress relief, his mood low and his body tense. he'll touch himself with rough hands, groaning and huffing instead of his usual soft sounds. he'll sit with his thighs parted, leaned back against the wall, hair disheveled, feet planted firmly to the ground.. his large, veiny hands relentlessly moving up and down his length, hips occasionally shifting or raising slightly. lord, is it a sight to see.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #dan cooper #danny cooper #danny cooper x reader #danny cooper smut #camboy #intruders 2015 #intruders movie #intruders #angelsnkisses #mdni

[marvelmaniac715]

I made Webby and the Lords in Black on Sims 4 a while ago:

Here’s Wiggly:

I was really proud of his hair. I also gave every Lord and Webby their own special room/building, so here’s Wiggly’s:

Decorating isn’t my strong suit but his room was the most fun to design, I was thinking mostly of a grand palace, mostly in green, with a fireplace and a table with thrones for him and his siblings to meet at - notice the white throne for Webby?

Here’s Pokey:

I couldn’t find a beret so I went for a Phantom of the Opera style fedora, but the eyes I found were PERFECT (side note - they are all spell casters because that made the most sense considering their godly powers). Here’s Pokey’s room:

I’ll be honest, I accidentally mostly forgot to give him instruments, my idea for this room was to explore his different interests because he spends most of TGWDLM trying to figure out what people want, and that’s reflected in the different activities in his room. I also gave him cool wallpaper that reminded me of a beehive as a cute nod to that - I think I gave him a violin in the end that you can only really see from a different angle.

Here’s Tinky:

My inspiration for Tinky’s look here was anime characters, much like in NPMD, but I found the perfect goat eyes for him that totally add to his look. Here’s Tinky’s room:

I gave Tinky every clock I could find, but the vibes of the room were definitely meant to replicate the cube with insane patterns meant to drive someone mad; there’s a rock climbing wall in the corner that I think alludes to Tinky’s feral energy.

Here’s Blinky:

I’ll be honest; this hairstyle for Blinky was what inspired me to recreate the eldritch siblings on the Sims, it just seemed perfect, and of course I made his eyes massive so he can have a good look at everyone. The sunglasses also seemed pretty accurate to me. Here’s Blinky’s room:

My idea for this room was to give Blinky things to watch - so there’s loads of tvs, a camera, comfy chairs and even spy tech in a corner in case shoes get too unrealistic for him. A small detail that I wanted to point out is that in every room for a Lord, I have placed lava lamps on their bedside tables that match their colours, funnily enough I just found them in the game anyway and they were a perfect fit.

Here’s Nibbly:

A fluffy jacket, pigtails and a big mouth, what else do you need for an accurate Nibbly? I love that jacket, I wish I owned it in real life. Here‘s Nibbly’s room:

Okay, this is essentially a fancy kitchen with a cupcake machine, a wardrobe, a vanity and a bed - I ran out of ideas here. Still, I think it’s cute and I think Nibbly would like it if he ever got midnight food cravings. This room could save lives.

Finally, here’s Webby:

I honestly think that Webby is the most accurate, I was looking at reference images for all of them but that dress seems like it’s been ripped right from the screen, not to mention her hair. I’m proud of this Webby, I can sleep well at night knowing I’ve at least done her justice. Here’s Webby’s room:

I was definitely going for ‘ethereal’ when I designed this room, with a chill, relaxing vibe - what could be more relaxing than loads of fairy lights? I also made it a priority to give Webby plants to show that she is encouraging new life instead of crushing it like her brothers - the larger amount of windows and lights also are meant to suggest that she’s a kinder, more moral/good person.

If you like my recreations, they are all together on the Sims gallery, just search for the Lords in Black and Webby or type in my EA ID, sparklefishkatie (shameless self-promotion) because I’ve put a lot of stuff on there over the years. Now; these guys are quite old, you might have to scroll back to find them, and I can’t actually remember if I put their rooms on the gallery, if I didn’t please let me know if you want them because I’ll absolutely put them up. If you’ve read to the bottom of this post, you’re the best, thanks a lot and please download these characters if you play Sims 4! 💕

#team starkid #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #the hatchetfield series #hatchetblr #lords in black #the lords in black #webby hatchetfield #sims 4 #gaming #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #the sims 4

[mothwingwritings]

Hi hi~ hope you are doing great today xD

Sooo First of all I love how you write and I have been binge reading yujiro stepfather serie(?) And absolutely love it; but stepdad yujirou + Baki and jack the yandere/siscon stepbrothers could you imagine like:

*Katsumi became her eternal friend but feels like he can't be with y/n, so ends up as her loyal/platonic companion or ends up as a teacher and friend and go on with life because yujirou is hell of strong and Sadie to pummel him again

*yujirou marries s/o and impregnate her, but y/n gives love to the child because she doesn't want him/her to suffer like her brothers

*yujirou wanted to rill up his son's and knowing their dark yandere side put the scenario on so the two end up taking her as well

*Baki and jack won't left her until she at least have s baby of each because hanma bloodline and a sense of twisted family

*and what would happen if pickle also gets interested? How would he reacts with y/n pregnant or with kids and with the scent of the hanma's? Would he tried to kill the kids like the lion in a new pride? Or just add them to the family and put his seed too? And the hanma's what would they do?

*oh and what happened with the ash tray

Sorry for the long feel free to ignore

I love your brain, darling~

Warnings: Stepcest, breeding kink, mentions of child rearing/being a mother, mentions of noncom, 18+ only please.

If the two Hanma brothers didn’t have any kind of breeding kink before, seeing their sweet little sister heavy with child is about to change that REAL quick.

Don’t get them wrong, it makes their blood boil to witness you carrying some other man’s child, let alone Yujiro’s spawn. Seeing you grow each day, swelling with the ogre’s unborn infant, is enough to make them go damn near feral. The whole situation unleashes a torrent of emotions -rage, disgust, pity, vexation, and sympathy, all swirling together within the two of them, vying for dominance. They don’t know whether they wanted to give this kid the world (it was your child after all, and it wasn’t that they weren’t sympathetic to its situation, they probably knew the tribulations and hardships that baby was to face more so than anyone else) or completely disregard it (they just couldn’t shake where it came from, what brutality was committed against you to conceive it).

On one hand, how dare Yujiro force himself inside of you, planting a seed that will bind you to him irrevocably? It was maddening knowing you were trapped by Yujiro’s side, saddled down caring for his offspring. The ogre had you right where he wanted you now, stuck between a rock and a hard place, trapped just beyond the brothers reach.

But on the other hand, two can play at that game.

It was easy enough to convince you to come to them. You loved Baki and Jack. You respected them and you trusted them, you had no reason not to come to them willingly.  You were always so eager to see them, so grateful for their companionship. The day they entrapped you, you approached the brothers with arms spread, heart bared, and eyes sparkling as you walked blindly into their trap.

The last thing they wanted was to hurt you, that was never their intention. But you just looked so beautiful when you were pregnant, full and round and glowing, like an angel had landed on earth. They were craving seeing you that way again, adamant that they would be the ones who would fill you with their seed, and you would be the one who would help them create a new life.

And you were such a good mother, doting on your baby with love and affection despite the circumstances of how they were conceived. Didn’t Jack and Baki deserve that too? Why did their monster of a father get the only honor? They certainly treated you better than he did, loved you far more than he ever could or would. And they would never treat their children the way the ogre had treated them growing up, disregarded, abused, or as petty amusements their whole lives. Yujiro was such a terror that the brothers tried to keep themselves from growing overly attached to the baby he had created with you, not only due to the mixed emotions they felt about the situation, but because they knew the likelihood of having an infant survive growing up around the Ogre was optimistic at best.

However Baki and Jack were not their father. Maybe they had to resort to underhanded methods to get to you, sinking down to Yujiro’s level to get you pregnant with their children, but the difference between themselves and that monster would always be the overwhelming affection they held for you. Even if you had trouble understanding what was going on, or couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that everything they did for you was for your own benefit and safety, they knew that the lives they were forging for you was what would ultimately make you the happiest and bring you the most joy, you just needed time to get used to it first to realize that. Seeing you waddle around fat with their baby’s is both brothers ultimate dream, and they will destroy anyone who tries to steal that from them, whether that be their father or otherwise. And unlike their father, any life they bring into this world with you will be cherished-the baby will essentially be half you, after all, how could they not adore it?

They know you will cry and feel betrayed and possibly even get a bit hurt should you try to deny them. But no matter what happens, they know you will forgive them because when it comes down to it, you love them just as much as they love you. They are ready and willing to give you all the time in the world to adjust, you are worth any amount of effort to keep happy.

(Also poor Katsumi, but I am glad he gets to be a homie at least lol. The eternal suffering that poor man receives through our prose…)

Now for our caveman situation…

Pickle knows there is something different about you, something that draws a family as strong as the Hanma’s to you. There’s a reason why they are all vying for your attention, eager to procreate with you, and your beguiling presence is not lost on him either. Should his interest become strong enough he’ll definitely snatch you away to create a brood of his own with you. He would become EXTREMELY overprotective of you while you were pregnant, monitoring you like a hawk to make sure you are comfortable and that there are no predators a foot to cause you any harm. When you are full of his children, he treats you more gently than you thought a beast like him possibly could. Were this a situation you were actually compliant in, you would almost call it charming how gently he handles you, or how quietly he tries to lumber his large body around you so as not to disturb you.

As for the other children you had previously… I feel like that is very dependent on the situation. He would not outright kill them by any means. Right now they are small, helpless, they don’t pose a threat to him and you care for them, he has no reason to take them from you nor does he really want to. Also, they have Hanma blood running through their veins and that intrigues him. What manner of person will they grow up to be, he wonders? The thought of watching such people grow, even have a hand in raising them or training them, was too interesting of a prospect to throw out the door.

THAT BEING SAID, his children with you will always take precedence over them. Should you find yourselves in a situation that requires him to choose who he needs to protect, you will always come first, followed by the children he sired with you, anyone else is nonconsequential. Though he has no true ill will towards the children, he certainly doesn’t harbor the love for them that he does his own offspring. He cares for the Hanma kids well enough, but base interest is about as far as it goes. If they starve, get hurt, or have to get sacrificed, so be it.

And Yujiro def still has that ashtray. For WHATEVER reason, even though it’s a shitty little trinket that was crudely made by the hands of your child self, he can’t seem to part from it. He even travels with it and uses it regularly. Weird, huh? I wonder why…

#i kinda popped off on this lol #thank you always for all the lovely ideas you guys send me #i live for them #heh heh heh #yandere baki x reader #yandere baki x y/n #yandere yujiro hanma x reader #jack hanma x reader #jack hanma x y/n #yujiro hanma x y/n #baki hanma x y/n #baki hanma x reader #here's a nice helping of some Hanma fam bs fresh from the oven mmm mmm mmm #also look at me #finally getting to answer asks asked forever ago #ty again!!! I had fun with this!!! #mothresponse

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Hell Ain’t So Bad - Part Five

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie), 

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, violence and swearing.

summary: Ellie was lost in the world, homeless with no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware.. if you want to chat with me about ideas/theories for this story I'm open to it, my asks are always open as well.

because I struggled to find an image I liked for this part, and I enjoy the little image I made, I'ma start using it.. Noah will be showing up soon.. maybe.. lol

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @bngurngheart @cncohshit @valiantroeagleangel @blackveilomens @dominuslunae

Tags are open, ask if you'd like to be added, to this list specifically or in general.

The next morning, not only did she have the blessing of the most blissful shower, and brand new clothes, making her feel like a living breathing new person for once. Ellie decided that after spending the last day and a half of the boys providing food for her one after another, she was going to at least try to do something nice for the two she knew she was going to see this morning.

She didn’t have much she could do.. But she had noticed that the kitchen had a semi decent coffee machine, and some basic groceries, including paper cups.

Whoever lived here before either didn’t like washing up, or understood the transition of Hell, oh who was she kidding, you didn’t have to be in hell to hate having to deal with worrying about food and washing up after the stress of moving. Not that she’d had anything to move yesterday, but she wasn’t sure the person that had left them here had known that. Everything here was basic, to get her on her feet. It made sense.

Either way. It worked for her.

So, she made the guys coffee. Just basic coffee, and sure it wasn’t much, it was just a cup of boring coffee in a paper cup that might taste absolutely feral, but it was hot, and it was something she knew how to do.

Who didn’t enjoy coffee?

She at least knew Folio did after yesterday morning.

So carrying the cups of coffee downstairs to the foyer where Jolly had told her they’d meet her to see her to work, and while he had a small smile in greeting, Folio, that earned her a wide grin,

“Coffee!”

Nevermind that he already had his own travel mug in hand. That just made her laugh.

“Not that you don’t already have one, sure you want another?”

Folio scoffed,

“Too much caffeine? Never.”

Swiping the cup from her, taking a sip with a hum before just adding the contents of the paper cup to his travel mug with his grin,

“Thanks, I knew you’d be a kindred coffee fiend.”

Planting a kiss on her cheek without hesitation he was off ahead of them just racing away and Ellie shook her head.

“Does he ever stop?”

She said as she looked to Jolly, who thanked her as he took a sip of his cup of coffee.

“Not unless you tie him down.”

Where they were working was sort of an office similar to the one she’d started in yesterday, which was surprising to Ellie. Only unlike her experience of walking in off the street, homeless, the people that walked in here, were dead. That was an entirely different type of trauma.

They were spirits. There was no other side of the doorway. There was no outside world for them right now. She knew because while they’d walked in through one door, they came in through another, and when she opened that door to see where they came through.. She saw nothing.

It was a completely empty space. A void.

Their souls just seem to materialize out of nothing into the doorway and walk into the office space where they could deal with where they were supposed to do.

Most of them didn’t want to be here, which, considering they were dead, Ellie completely understood. There was also the fact that a lot of them, more than she would like to consider right now, were rather, well, they were disgusting people with some of the things that their files said about the things they did in their lives.

“Fucking hell, the guy that is supposed to be coming through next apparently hunted people for sport? Who does that?”

Looking up from the laptop towards Folio and the Jolly as if either of them could explain what was going on here. This was the third soul this morning that was some sort of murder.

“Man, they are going to a field day with him in his hell, I might grab some popcorn and go watch sometimes.”

He laughed, spinning in his chair across the room. Ellie just rolled her eyes at his antics before looking back towards Jolly.

“We probably should have told you, we tend to get the more, darker spectrum of souls in this office. I think they think we can handle it, maybe? I don't know why. Take no shit, prisoners, whatever.”

Jolly crossed his arms as Ellie looked back to the screen, which she supposed made sense. The fact she could still see the disgust in his eyes at the fact that the man that they were waiting for hunted other people and enjoyed it, made her feel better that they were stuck waiting for him.

“Me, I just like making fun of the assholes before sending them on their way. They always squirm trying to get out of going to their hell, to their punishment and shit. This guy, hundred bucks says he’ll have a million excuses as to why these people deserved to be hunted.”

Folio nodded as he stopped spinning his chair by grabbing onto one of the desks long enough to talk.

“Or, he was even worse and just wanted to see if he could get away with it.”

Ellie cringed as Jolly added his opinion, but she didn’t know which take was worse. Thinking someone deserved to be hunted, or not having a reason aside from wanting to kill just for the sake of the thrill of getting away with it.

Either way, this asshole was a monster, and she hoped his punishment to learn his lesson before he could be reincarnated as Jolly had explained to her, was a fucking long and painful process.

She personally wouldn’t want to be back in the world with him any time soon at all.

So far that morning, they’d already dealt with a teacher that took advantage of her students, she’d tried to argue that none of the boys had ever been disappointed with being involved with her. She had just given Ellie such the ick. Of course they hadn’t, they were teenage boys, she was their teacher. Not to mention, at that age, not everyone thought they could say NO. Fucking cunt. Took everything in her not to fucking break her nose. She’d be tempted. Folio promised her she’d get hers in her little personal bubble of hell. That was where they were sending them off to, they were sort of a weigh station while their personal pockets of hell, were prepared, as Jolly said, they got more of the darker souls there.

The next soul had been a man that had run down a bunch of kids in a drunken rage and didn’t even bother to stop and check to see if any of them were alive. Unlike the woman though, he hadn’t tried to argue what he’d done was right, if anything, she thought he was still a little drunk.

Neither soul had been all that pleasant to her, nor the ones that followed after, but this one, she really wished she could leave, escape the thought of if entirely. At the same time, she didn’t want to walk out on the first job that had taken a risk on her in a long time.

Not to mention, being here with Jolly and Folio, actually seemed kind of fun so far.

“How about a distraction then?”

Folio got this look in his eyes when he stopped his chair from spinning and by his hands reaching out and grabbing the desk she was sitting up, his grin infectious even if the look in his eyes made her wonder what was going through that head of his. Raising an eyebrow as she looked towards him,

“Strip Poker!”

“No!”

The snort that came from Jolly told her that he knew exactly how likely she had been to agree to that idea from the other man,

“Are you kidding me Folio, first day at work, and you are suggesting to try and get me naked?”

The man’s grin just turned devilish then

“Are you sure the plan isn’t for you to get me naked here, Sexy?”

With that smirk, and the waggle of his eyebrows, it was safe to say, she was sufficiently distracted from the topic of the soul at hand that they were waiting for. Ellie actually believed him though, that he was willing to keep losing and strip naked, because after months of being almost starved, she really didn’t think she was much to look at under her clothes, but give her a couple of weeks, and this steady supply of food, and hopefully she could fix that. She already felt more likely every moment.

Joking around and teasing each other could only get them so far before the darkness of the 'Death Gate', that was how she thought of the door into the office, swirled. In stepped the bastard whose information she had already been so disgusted with. There he was. The man that had hunted other people, for sport.

“Welcome to Hell, Asshole.”

Ellie tried not to laugh at the greeting Folio gave him, he might not yell and scream, but he certainly sounded cheery enough about the way he said it. Kind of perfect actually. The Asshole in question went a bit red in the face in turn,

“Excuse me, I should not be here.. I did nothing wrong.”

“You did nothing wrong?”

While Ellie had let Jolly and Folio mostly take the lead with the last two souls, she found herself speaking up this time without thinking. As she questioned the asshole soul’s comment about the whether his actions were right or wrong in his eyes.

“You hunted and killed other human beings for sport.”

She couldn’t find any valid justification in that, no matter what he said, but the man just rolled his eyes as he looked at her and kept going just the same.

“Well, it’s not like anyone was going to miss them, they were homeless after all.”

Just like that, it was like she just snapped. Ellie’s eyes went wide when she realized just what kind of monster this bastard really was, and she knew she’d met this kind of man before. Friends of hers had gone missing on the streets before and she’d never known what had happened to them, and yes, there were days she wondered if they had come across a man like this in a dark alley. This, fucking bastard.

Ellie didn’t quite remembered what happened next, because the next thing she did consciously remember was Jolly having to pull her off of him as Folio dragged his barely conscious prone form towards the soul exit and literally kicked him out and on his way to his personal torment.

From the amount of blood spatter on her though…

They’d let her wail on him for a little bit before they’d decided to intervene.

After she’d calmed down a little and Jolly handed her a bottle of water,

“That, sweetheart, is why we go for lunch, and we only take one shift at a time. Admittedly, it’s not always that bad. You got a raging asshole your first day, but it can get bad, thankfully, you should have time to clean up before lunch.. We should do that, let’s go.”

Folio was grinning wide as they left the office, starting a commentary on her boxing skills and how she’d taking that asshole down like a fucking sack of potatoes. Man, if he’d hunted her… Jolly had glared at him bringing him to a grinding halt when the colour had drained from her face with that comment, oh fuck, was that too soon? Shit..

She needed a subject change.. Anything.. Absolutely anything..

Then she remembered something she had been thinking about earlier..

“What brought you both to hell? I mean, I was homeless, and now I’m not, I guess that's a trigger for me. Obviously. How about you guys? How long have you guys been working here?”

Folio just grinned,

“Oh I don’t work here, I’m DEAD! Dead as a doornail.”

He just kept walking, completely unaware of her shock as she followed, Jolly falling silent himself beside her.

“I died like, ages ago, it’s been years actually, in a motorcycle accident. Wrecked it, my fault. I just don’t want to be reincarnated yet.”

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfiction #bad omens cult #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens band #demon noah #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian x ofc #ofc #original female character #hell au #jolly karlsson #joakim jolly karlsson #nick folio

[stars-n-spice]

TBB S3 TRAILER

Holy FUCK I was not prepared for this.

As soon as I saw the trailer posted on Instagram, I grabbed my laptop and casted the trailer on the TV and stood in front of the TV like an old asian man; hands behind the back, spine bent, feet planted shoulder width apart.

Cannot believe it's finally here and I've got a lot of thoughts that I'm going to put under the cut because holy shit, this trailer hit me like a brick.

Idk if they will be comprehensive honestly but I'm writing them down as I rewatch the trailer.

In summary though? This season is going to absolutely wreck me and I will never recover from it emotionally and probably financially too if we get a new wave of merch and shit with it too.

Anyways, thoughts and reactions under the cut-

What the fuck are they doing with that transport? They stealing something? Retrieving something? Is it a tank? Hello, where is Echo??? IS THAT FUCKING CROSSHAIR?! IN S1 ARMOR???

PHEE GENOA!! so fucking great to see her again, I'm going to be absolutely devastated if they show us her reaction to Tech's supposed death.

CAPTAIN REX MY LOVE YOU'VE COME HOME!! "I thought the end of the war would mean the end to losing more of our brothers" <- that better be about Tech and not about Cody, so help me god-

OMEGA'S NEW HAIRCUT :( she looks so much older now :((

STOP CROSSHAIR LOOKS SO FUCKING SAD. I feel terrible actually... this is like,, this is a shell of a man,, like,, this is a man who's got like,, nothing. He looks awful and I swear if he doesn't get some peace of mind I'm going to lose my mind.

"Omega's been waiting for us a long time." NO NO NO DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU DO A TIMESKIP, ANY MEASURE OF TIME THAT OMEGA HAD TO BE WITHOUT HER BROTHERS AND WONDERING WHEN THEY WERE GOING TO COME AND GET HER IT'S GOING TO BREAK ME. I fucking hate timeskips so much, I swear if she's been by herself for more than a year, or even just a year, I'm going to be PISSED. If she doesn't get the chance to be a kid like she deserves I'm going to fucking lose it.

PALPATINE?! "There is nothing of greater importance to secure the purpose of this Empire" <- y'all talking about cloning? About cloning Palpatine because you have to explain why "somehow Palpatine returned"???

HEY WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Holy shit the animation is really good. Like that whole fighting montage?? The fucking scene on the bridge looks like,, fucking live action to me. Idk how to describe it but the animation is fuckng beautiful and I wish Star Wars did more animation because this is gorgeous.

FENNEC SHAND MY LOVE!! MY WIFE RETURNS!!! PLEASE BE IN MORE THAN ONE EPISODE MY QUEEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! and Cad Bane is there too ig-

"They are coming, for all of you." <- who is this. do not come for me but I cannot for the life of me figure out who this is. It's not Cody, I don't see the scar. Someone help me out here-

WOLFFE IS BACK BABY!!! FUCK I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM IN TBB ART STYLE

HUNTER ON PABU! Thinking they probably went back after everything and I want to see how they've adjusted and settled in, please, I am begging.

My baby, my angel, myivida, the light of my life. Fuck it's so good to see and hear you again. If anything happens to you I swear to god-

LMAOO DID HUNTER JUST GET YOINKED BY A SPACE CROC?!?! WAIT THEY'RE ON THE BOAT WITH FENNEC!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA

There are two clips that allude to the fact that they get Crosshair out of there before they get Omega and I'm going feral over it. If this means we get them reuniting with Crosshair sooner than later I'm fucking ecstatic. Like because,, that's Crosshair's rifle and they clearly cropped the screen for the sake of the trailer, right? Right??

Hey where is the zillo beast?

ASAJJ VENTRESS??!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! You're telling me,, I get a season,, with Wrecker, Wolffe, Fennec, AND Asajj? Oh be still my beating heart. Anyone hear something meowing?

Also I know in the trailer it seems like she's facing off with TBB but the backgrounds don't really seem to line up so I'm hoping they don't actually face off with each other.

Tech literally only being indirectly mentioned and showing his death scene again but recolored and shit makes me feel all kinds of things.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

3 EPISODE PREMIERE?!?!?!?!?!?! fuck me.

Echo wasn't in this trailer enough and where the FUCK was Cody?!?!?!?!

Fuck.

#tbb #the bad batch #star wars #clone force 99 #tbb trailer #tbb s3 #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #best believe i'm feral over this #screaming crying throwing up #i am unwell #i love them a normal amount #i love this show a normal amount

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Fic writer asks! 37, 42, 45 & 49

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Ooooh, this is a tough one. Maybe Blood, Freely Given - because I love Ora Collins and I love writing vampirism and this combines the two. On a similar note, the Vampire Chris AU pieces Barrage and these three Billy Becker/Vampire Chris bits: When the Sky Lights Up, Unsolved Mysteries: Billy Becker, and Whatever Happened to Billy Becker? I really loved writing out Chris and Billy's friendship and it being both a force for good and potentially bad in Billy's life.

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

Oh gosh, absolutely, but there would be too many for me to single any specific one out. Any time people want ot tease out the backstories or ask questions about world-building, I go a little feral. It's my love language.

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

Dialogue, pacing, and action scenes/conflict. All of those, and primarily just from continuing to keep writing and keep trying to improve.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I am still working through parts of my new siren story, and I do have a little bit more for an upcoming piece I wrote yesterday:

“Hello?” She called.  There was no answer, not at first, and she turned to look back at the door she’d come through- And realized the inside of the doors were covered in scratches. Kira swallowed, unease blooming for the first time into genuine fear.  The scratches dug deep, the marks of some animal having tried desperately to claw its way out. Old blood had dried here, too, in splotches and spots. When Kira followed the sight of the dried droplets down, she discovered there were stains beneath her very boots on the floor, leading right back to the edge of the pool.  She skittered to one side, staring down at the bare footprint pressed in blood beneath her, gripping her bag of supplies more tightly.  What kind of sea creature was housed here? What sort of sea serpent could try to break back down the door to get out? Whose footprint was that? There was a splash, and she spun back around, looking back at the pool of water. There was no movement, no ripple along the surface, no sign anything had been there at all. Kiraya took a breath, and then another, trying to calm her racing heart.  The water was utterly still, and yet she felt eyes on her like a heavy weight against her skin. Something, in here, was watching her - and yet she couldn’t see any sign of what.  “... who’s there?” She asked, and then winced.  Stupid. Like it could, or would, answer her. She had definitely heard the creature,and she looked like quite the idiot being frightened of something that could do her no harm, not with the spell on her skin. What was the point of learning magic if she didn’t trust it? Thunder rolled, and it seemed to last forever. Like kittens gamboling around the sky, playing with the ball of yarn that was the earth itself.  “Come out, monster. I want to see you.” Plants rustled off to her right, and she turned too quickly, tripping over her own feet and stumbling backwards, struggling to right herself. For just one second, she nearly had herself back in balance- And then she slipped on a puddle.  There was a sudden pattering of footsteps on the stone.  She looked up as she fell backwards, arms thrown out to catch herself, to discover a monster leaping at her.

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[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Fallout TV Show

9.5/10

Okay ! so i absolutely love and adore this fucking show! i shouldn’t have high expectations when people try to do shows based off something else. simply because we get a lot of shitty remakes and stuff like that. deathnote & fnaf are great examples. but i still can’t help but be overly excited for anything like that being announced!

i found out about the show being made while it was still in its early development and it wasn’t even properly announced. for awhile i didn’t think it was real until this year. and i have been so fucking patient while waiting for this fucking show. and my god was it worth the fucking wait. so in this review imma be going over the horror, lore, set designs, characters, and small details, but first, a little backstory on fallout it’s self.

fallout started as a video game that first came out back in october 10th, 1997. due to it’s popularity and it being the first of its time, they continued to make a second game, and then a third, and a fourth, a fifth, and sixth game. we have fallout 1-4 + New Vegas & 76.

fallout takes place in a post apocalyptic world, about 200 years after a nuclear blast wiped out the surface of the earth. i say surface because there were vaults made by vault-tec. there are hundreds of different vaults across america, all made to keep the rich & privileged alive after the bombs fell. each game follows their own separate story line but it all takes place in the same universe, just at different times. this leaves us to have a bunch of different backstories and ideas. this is also why i wasn’t mad at the show for not following a story line like in a video game.

now, onto reviewing the show. to start off! the small details continued to make me so happy throughout the whole show. they got the comics, brands, vault doors, the vault, fridges, containers, the plants, the drugs, the weapons, EVEN THE WEAPON SOUNDS- THEY PUT THEIR TIME AND EFFORT INTO THIS SHOW FOR THE SMALL DETAILS- IT LITERALLY HAD ME TWEAKING THE WHOLE TIME. THE PIP BOYS, THE TERMINALS- THEY WERE LITERALLY EXACTLY LIKE THE GAME.

okay- the sets. god where the fuck do i begin? the vaults in the show are literally perfect. down to a fucking T. those sets could not have been cheap because of fucking uncanny they are to the fucking game. the cities, the wasteland, the iconic red rocket gas station, just everything was so perfect and it makes me sob. small details in shit that i absolutely love will always have my heart.

this shit is so fallout lore accurate it makes me cream like 30 pairs of panties. the only lore that wasn’t in the games was the ghoul lore. in the games, there’s no explanation for why some ghouls are feral and why some aren’t. in the show, non feral ghouls drank some kind of thing and it kept them from going feral. i don’t know what that’s about but it’s alright. OTHERWISE EVERYTHING ELSE? AHHHHHHHHHHHH.

we also got some new fucking lore and i’ve BEEN CRAVING IT- we got more vault tec lore! in the games, they’re this innocent yet shady company that sold vaults and adverted them as safe spaces for when the world ends bc ties with china we’re getting strained. at least that’s what we’re led to believe cuz it’s heavily implied. but in the show, we have one of the workers of vault tec suggesting they drop the bombs themselves. it’s still yet to be confirmed. EITHER WAY- WE LEARNED WHY MOST OF THE VAULTS HAD DIFFERENT EXPERIMENTS!

i was so happy to finally get some answers. now, cosmic horror has always been heavy in the fallout franchise. it has always been a dark game with dark backstories and choices. hell you can sell a kid into child labor for a funny hat. vaults that you can explore has always been a big thing in the games. if you explore some of the vaults across the map, you will see just how fucked some of them are. bodies, skeletons, journal entries, blood, a d just gore everywhere in these vaults can be seen. it’s something fallout has never shied away from.

they carried that to the show perfectly. they show you three other vaults in the show and they’re all so fucked in their own ways. it’s so fucking amazing and mesmerizing to see it on the big screen. i love that they take big and small aspects and make sure to get it all in the show. everything felt like fallout.

now, the characters. they all perfectly fell into their roles and absolutely ate it up. especially the ghoul. i absolutely love his role and character. he did such an amazing job and he fit so well in the fallout universe. ALL OF THR CHARACTERS DID- jesus fuck i can’t tell you how literally everything felt like fallout. they actually made a perfect show to such an amazing franchise. it means the world to me and i treasure it. i need season two and soon. i need answers and more content.

anyways, i’m ending this by saying that i would boot ride cooper’s boot.

(note: i wrote this review at like 11pm and i was so tired so its not proof read and it may not make sense. long story short, it made me cream cuz it was so good)

#fallout #fallout franchise #fallout tv show #fallout the show #fallout show

[autumn-sweet-fae]

AU of the Submas Wanted AU Idea: Double Down.

Following the egg incident and the clearing of Ingo and Akari’s names but during the period they still hiding in the wilderness, people start leaving gifts as bait to draw out the framed ferals as usual.

This is where it starts to deviate.

Some on the researchers escaped arrest when the truth was revealed, and to get some sick revenge they start trapping the gifts they find.

Poison, various blades in the food, net launchers, etc.

This is after Ingo and Akari have already started finding these gifts, still skeptical of them being traps.

One of them turns out to be a bomb, which the pair are saved from by Lady Sneasler. It causes them to no longer trust the gifts, and instead causing them to flee deeper into the wilds to try and escape their non-existent pursuers.

Eventually one of the police catches one of the vengeful researchers in the act, and is arrest accordingly.

Word begins to spread of people trapping the gifts. Some stop setting them out in fear of them getting trapped, others try and slightly hide them in an effort to still help, giving the opposite effect. Emmet and Elesa and the others trying to try and draw them back out are panicking and the New Galaxy Team are out for blood.

The wanted posters are switched out for missing posters, an even higher bounty than before.

The cops start patrolling the areas the gifts are planted to try and catch the researchers in the act or simply apologize to the pair. The gym leaders, Cynthia, New Galaxy, Interpol with Looker, the Pokémon Rangers, Bounty Hunters, companions the pair me on the run, and various Sinnoh search and rescue teams (who have scarcely similar uniforms to the police) are desperately trying to find and save them.

The media is in a voracious inferno of panic, theorizing, and searching.

Of course this doesn’t exactly help with their paranoia, causing them to think the initial chase was weaker due to a lack of attention, and that now they have almost the entire region out for them.

They start hiding in more and more remote locations in an attempt to escape those they think are after them.

It eventually makes it to a final confrontation on Spear Pillar, the last place they can hide and the last place in Sinnoh that people haven’t looked.

I’ll let you finish the rest.

(This AU is amazing. I read this thing top to bottom and I am HOOKED.)

Thank you so much!!

Alright, so I’m finally chipping away at writing the beginning, so I haven’t had too much time to focus around this area of the plot, but there is a solid week or so between when the Eggs are attempted to be stolen from them and when little baby Peanut hatches too early. And in that Time frame there is a tornado of spin going on in the media on what exactly happened to the eggs/in that confrontation.

Just because some members of the research lab attempted to steal the eggs and put them in jeopardy doesn’t mean the entire lab is to blame for a few bad apples. They’ll claim that those particular employees were not even properly trained to handle pokemon eggs, but took the chance to rescue them anyway against higher-ups recommendation.

So, while the lab has lost some face in that whole debacle, it won’t be enough to damn them completely to the public who are not as invested. It won’t be until after Ingo risks absolutely everything to save a premature tiny baby that they truly start to loose the public favor. More people start sympathizing with Ingo and trying to see his side of the story which leads to them finding the holes in the labs.

Also, until such time that Ingo and Akari are properly brought in and questioned by the cops their names will not be in the clear. There are too many questions surrounding them for them. They may have the peoples growing support, but the cops are determined to bring them in and get their answers. Remember, Belladonna has been weaseling her way into the Police pockets much like Cyrus most likely did.

And like, booby trapped shit like that is definitely one of the methods from contracted thugs Belladonna called in. There are two methods of attack the Lab is doing, the public attack of character along with sending out their own staff, like Mint, to help in the search and rescue, and the behind the scenes attacks of hired criminals who are using underhanded methods to track down Ingo and Akari , lead by the enforcer Bash.

The former are lab assistants and office workers in lab coats and ties, sending out lower level pokemon, with Mint being the recurring battler who refuses to give up. The latter are the more darkly dressed aggressive challengers with higher level pokemon and do not identify themselves as part of the lab. They just come off as another group of people who are trying to steal the Pokémon.

So, Spear Pillar might be where they start when they arrive in the future. So them going back to it to get away from the folks chasing them would be a good idea. And a big confrontation there would be a great idea too, really would make it feel like for them no place is safe.

So what I’m doing right now, aside from writing the beginning, is trying to get every plot point that I currently written down in a clear order. Spear Pillar in a great addition, but when it takes place is the question.

It could be the place they run to before the lab folks ambush them and the eggs are stolen. It then becomes a mad dash down the mountain to take them back. That once sacred place being where the eggs were stollen would really hurt Ingo and Akari’s sense of security.

I’m still figuring it out though, so this idea might change!

#pokemon #submas wanted au #Ingo #Akari

[bonesbuckleup]

1, 4, 24, and 39 BECAUSE I'M GREEDY ❤️

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

Write in Times New Roman and revise/rewrite in TNR because that's what 2 English degrees and an MFA do to your brain. And then I line edit...in comic sans. No, no, listen, wait, just hear me out. Using a ridiculous font helps to find the typos faster. I don't know why comic sans is best but it is.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Oooooh...I like sharp. I like feathered. I like ruin. But most of all I like any word that's used in a weird and unexpected way in a sentence.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

So I think it's George RR Martin who puts writers on a scale from gardeners to architects. Gardeners kind of plant and see what grows and prunes/shapes/trims what shows up, then architects plan everything down to the lightbulb before starting to build. I'm down on the gardener end for prep, but not at the far end. A landscaper, if you will.

ANYWAY. I like to have big moments kind of in my head--the main characters, an inciting incident, a vague concept of a middle, an end. These can move and change as I write, but they work as targets as I find my way through. Outlines tend to fall apart fast when I make them as a planning tool. (I will say, though, for big rewrites or revisions, outlines literally save my life.)

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

I don't know if I have an answer for this, really, except that it's super important to recognize why you're wanting to give up. For me, it's generally one of two reasons: I'm either about to have a break through on a new skill, story problem, character arc, etc, or I need a break.

Because, like, look. The grind and churning out of material is important. It's good to learn how to write as a habit/job versus just when motivation strikes. If it's a break through "things are getting hard right now so I want to quit" kind of giving up, that's worth pushing through.

But also...writing doesn't always happen on a schedule. Sometimes your brain is working really, really hard in the background--about a writing thing, about a life thing, about anything at all--and it doesn't have the bandwidth to put words down on a page. You just need to take a break, and you need to trust the words are going to come back when they're ready to come back. I think the longest span I ever had was, like, 8-9 months in 2020/2021 where I literally could not write a word. No fic, no original stuff, nothing. I really thought I was done. But I wasn't, and the words came back. My writing brain just needed to compost for a bit before it could grow anything new.

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[fernsandsunflowers]

Naming your Neurodiversity

I don't know if this will help anyone, but I want to tell you about Agatha.

A friend told me about their new trick to managing their depression that's been helping them a lot. They named their depression. I immediately loved the idea, and I had barely formed the thought "what would I name my ADHD" that the name Agatha fell in perfect place in my mind and there she was. Wild, feral and romantic.

I know techniques aren't universal but I never anticipated then how much naming her would help me, so I wanted to share it here in case it would help someone else.

Getting know Agatha, who she is, what she likes, what motivates her, has helped me be so much kinder to myself and just love myself. I used to curse and yell and scream at myself for my inability to function, but how can I treat Agatha that way? She wants to be wild and free, and run around and paint and make random things and rearrange the kitchen cupboard and eat funny tasting food. She loves stories and philosophizing and she wants to find out how things work and how words became words and what that specific plant she saw a week ago is called ("just describe what it looks like on google and if you don't do it right now I will absolutely die" - she's dramatic like that). She wants to go days researching a random thought she had while I was trying write my paper because "wouldn't that be so cool? and it's totally relevant to this paper, I'm sure of it". She wants to storm and rage at the world and revels in plotting petty revenges just for the fun of it. and she's constantly singing though she always forgets the words.

How can I be cruel to her? She's amazing and honestly such a great fucking time. So we hangout a lot now. We paint and philosophize and we start writing stories never to be completed, and order desserts and buy random shit online together. Everyday in my mind, I'm figuring out her personality -- I was talking to another friend a few days ago and we were talking about anxiety and depression and figuring out if these states are the symptoms of adhd or separate to it, at any given moment. And I realized my anxiety was not related to Agatha... anxious is not her.

I'm just doing so much better. I'm not tired and angry and sad all the time. When I spend a whole day getting nothing that needed to get done done, I'm not screaming at myself I just say, 'it's ok, Agatha, we'll try again tomorrow." When I'm completely paralyzed and I want to punch a wall again and again and again, I see Agatha in my mind curled up and crying because she's just having a bad day and she's overwhelmed and her whole body feels like it's being pulled by a hundred horses in hundred different directions - so I just sit down next to her and keep her company until it passes. In the long run, I don't really know if this will help me be more productive or be more functional. I'm working on how we can find a good balance. Agatha just has a different idea of productive and functional, I guess, and that's OK - maybe in the future we can come to a compromise, or maybe we can finally and finally find something where compromise isn't necessary at all. Especially now that I know her, maybe together we can figure out what that latter something is.

All I know is or what I've come to realize through all this is that I don't actually want to tie her up and lock her away - I don't want to compromise her. The world isn't her fault. We just gotta find a way to be that let's her be free.

This is all probably related to the defusion technique I was told about years ago in therapy, and 'would you say those things to a friend' and inner child healing and all the stuff that Inside Out was based on - I don't really know and I don't necessarily want to know the science behind the Magic. I want to let Agatha become whoever she wants to without adding technique to it you know? Which is honestly very in-character for her. Agatha, hates being told what to do and how to do things.

As always didn't intend for this to be this long, but no longer apologizing! I wish for you all to find your Agatha, and when you do, if you want to, tell me about them.

#adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #mental health #self care