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heavenangelly · 3 months

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Make manifesting fun for you

Manifesting is meant to be fun. You’re meant to enjoy it and have a carefree attitude towards it. You’re not meant to cr¥ and scre@m and become d€pre$$ed and d€$per@te because of manifesting. That’s not the Law.

I want manifestation to be fun again for you guys. I want you to effortlessly get your manifestations and literally never be on tumblr / twitter or any social media because of how much you’re enjoying life and being a master manifester.

Here’s how to make manifestation fun again:

- Do methods. Methods are quite controversial in this community and you most definitely do not have to do them if you don’t want to, but you can if you do want to. Types of methods consist of: daydreaming/visualisation, vaunting, bragging, scripting, affirming, subliminals, placebos, lullaby, SATS, vision boards, Pinterest, etc. pick which one resonates with you the most and stick with it. An important thing to note though, is that it’s not the method that manifests, it’s YOU and your ACCEPTANCE of the desire/wish fulfilled.

- Work on your mindset/self concept. I’m going to flat out say this is important. It helps tremendously. I used to hate having to do it but once I did, it made manifestation WAYYYY easier. And it’s not a process although popular belief says it is. It’s just a decision to no longer be who you want to be and then sustaining/continue being who you do want to be / the mindset you want to have. It’s that easy. You don’t even need to think about it. Now this will help you because you no longer think you’re a v1ct1m and manifestation becomes more natural and easy, therefore making it carefree and chill and removing the desperate need for something because you’re secure in your abilities that it’s already yours.

- Make challenges for yourself. Make 2 day challenges where you live in the end for those days, with whatever rules you want and doing whatever you want to do. You can say that today you will manifest 2 desires or whatever you want. Test yourself, know yourself, do whatever you want to. Do not be hard on yourself if you do not complete it. Just try again with a new and more determined mindset.

- Experiment with the law. Like I said above, get to know what works with you. Build your confidence in yourself and the law. Manifest a butterfly following you around, do whatever you want. The law is fun and personal. Manifest “illogical and impossible” things.

- Attitude. Now this kind of ties in with mindset/self concept but I recommend having a positive attitude towards manifestation. Obviously whatever you assume to be true is true, so use that to your advantage. Look at the law is a new light, in a positive one. In a lifestyle way. Don’t associate it with negative things and trying, but instead associate it with a new ch@nce at l1f€, a lifestyle, a way to be fr€€.

Don’t put so much pressure on yourself to manifest xyz before any specific date or just in general put pressure on yourself. Be kind to yourself. The law is incredibly simple and literally only requires you to trust in yourself/imagination and know that you already have what you want / are what you want while being not even caring about the 3d.

Make manifestation your safe space. Make imagination your heaven. Make manifesting easy for yourself. Build new assumptions. Play around with the law. Be unique. Get off of tumblr / twitter and have fun.

Read Neville if you want, listen to Edward Art, make your own rules, have fun. The law, again, is personal. Make it your heaven, not your h€ll.

Just be and have fun.

#law of assumption #manifesting #edward art #loa #loa tumblr #loassumption #manifest #neville goddard #void state #3d #4d #imagination

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christinarowie332 · 5 months

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these people are naughty….

matt and chris sturniolo discover tumblr …..

chris sturn x reader oneshot imagine

warnings : sexual conversations

if y’all see your fic names do a little dance

this was written out of pure boredom

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“im home!!!” my voice rang through the triplets living room as i walk into their house , closing the door behind me and walking towards the kitchen. it’s there i see matt’s face , and the back of my boyfriend’s head .

“hi y/n” matt says with a smile that reaches his eyes , squinting them slightly while laughing.

“hello matthew, what’s so funny?” i ask walking over to chris who still hasn’t even acknowledged my presence, but that changes as i reach his shoulders and place my hands on them , his head falls back and looks at me upside down . i lean forward and kiss his forehead, pulling away seeing a big goofy smile from him and him greeting me finally “hi mama” before he looks forward again .

“me and chris were just scrolling through some anonymous confessions on that tiktok account” matt reply’s before bringing his bottle of water to his lips and taking a sip , scrolling down on his phone screen making another confession show up causing him to laugh again.

i put my hands through chris’s hair from behind him , his eyes shutting and leaning his head back at my touch . “where’s nick?” i ask , noticing the absence, looking round thinking i maybe missed him on the sofa .

“he’s upstairs editing i think , should be down in a sec , how was work?” chris says while looking up at me through his eyebrows, his head fully tipped back making his adam apple stick out from his neck . “work was good , i mean i didn’t stop all day and i’m tired as fuck but like , i like the chaos” i reply while walking towards the fridge backwards , watching chris watch me as i move . “you have to like the chaos to be with that kid” matt says , his eyes still glued to his phone as he scrolls through the account . “these people are actually insane bro have u seen this account?” he continues, turning around in his chair to show me the confession . i squint my eyes slightly and grab his hand to steady the phone infront of me , the confession read ‘this might be wierd but do you think chris has a mommy kink …. i mean kid SCREAMS it but idk i might just be reading too much into it’

i laugh at the words and read them out loud to chris , making his mouth drop in shock as he attempts to grab the phone from matt . “the only crazy part about that is that it’s true” i say making chris get up from his seat and try to run towards me , i close the fridge quickly and attempt to run away from him. i fail . i erupt into giggles as his arms wrap around me , lifting my slightly. his head makes his way into the crook of my neck , rubbing his slight stubble into the skin making me laugh and squirm away from him . “i do not have a fucking mommy kink!” he exclaims as he puts me down , flicking his hair out of his face with his hands and walking towards the fridge .

“hmmm i don’t knowwww , u did call her mama when she got here” matt says , his lips falling into a line as he looks around with his eyes dramatically.

“that’s not a fucking ‘kink’ you weirdo , it’s just a name , it’s just a joke …..” he replies to his brother , sitting back in his seat at the table , a light blush coating his cheeks .

“whatever dude , i don’t need to know either way . the comments are even crazier , half of them are calling the anon a weirdo and the other half are all saying it’s me with the mommy kink ….. WAIT WHAT DID I DO?!?” matt says before frantically scrolling through the comments now . “what the fuck is ‘tumblr’ ?”

my head snaps towards matt . knowing full well what that app is from my highschool days . “hold on …there’s a sturniolo side to tumblr ?”. i ask walking towards him , pulling out the chair next too matt and moving it towards him .

“i guess , wait do u know ‘tumblr?’” he asks turning towards me , i keep my eyes on his phone and scroll down on the screen watching a few people talk about different things but most was all talking about ‘fics’ .

“yeah dude it’s like wattpad but on crack . like fully sex fan fictions bro . that’s crazy” i say , dragging the ‘crazy’ and laughing under my breath . “wait lemme download the app real quick” matt says while grabbing the pepsi from my hand to give to chris .

i take a seat next to chris , pushing it closer to lie shoulder to shoulder with him , watching his phone screen as he scrolls through tiktok laughing at videos together . after a while matt speaks up telling us he had made an account on tumblr .

“bro the top posts for sturniolos are literally just sex story’s , they got that one right .” he spins his phone around and shows us the top story being about his being good at giving head , me and chris roll our eyes before chris grabs his phone to scroll through it with me . his thumb moves down the phone screen . us both reading the titles of each fic , “too damn long ? oh you haven’t jerked off apparently baby . sit on my fucking face , first time , no nut november, eyes up , taking of the virginity… WOW CHRIS YOUR A FREAK IN THIS ONE-” i list out the names before chris puts a hand over my mouth causing me to giggle into his soft skin .

“wait till they find out i’ve never even held hands with a woman” matt says , grabbing his phone from his brothers hand whilst he is distracted looking at me . making both me and chris turn the look at him stupidly , the very obvious fact that he indeed in a man whore . “bro you literally just called yourself a munch” chris says to matt , moving his hand from my mouth and opening his own phone to text nick about the new app they discovered .

“you guys like have to react to these in a video , this is like insane” i say to chris through laughs.

“im pretty sure the only app we could upload that video to would be only fans , these people are naughty”

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i laugh and giggle funny ha ha .

taglist :

@mangosrar @soursturniolo @biimpanicking @querenciasturniolo @ermdontmindthisaccount @recklesssturniolo @tackycrown @udonotknowme @urmyslxt @iheart2021chris @its-jennarose @oversturn @paper-crab @strniohoeee @slut4chr1s @daddyslilchickenfingers @freshlovehacker @flowerxbunnie @kenzieiskoolaid @kvtie444 @loveesiren @lustfulslxt @lunarsturniolo @lovingsturniolo @chrisenthusiast @bluesturniolo333 @nickenthusiast @mattslolita @mattsbratt @chrisolivia4l @fredswh0re @rac00ns-are-c00l4

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #milkietalks #chris sturniolo x reader #milkie is down bad #nicolas sturniolo

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hitomisuzuya · 9 months

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HI SUZUU!! HOPE YOU'RE DOING GREATT!

can i request sextoyworker! scara and fem!reader?

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Fingering. Cunilligus. Orgasm denial. Overstimulation. Some degradation. Bondage.

Hello, dear ❤️🥺 I am doing okay.

Being in the profession that he was, Scaramouche had the unique opportunity to test out new toys. After all, he needed to know how it worked and what to tell the customer about it.

He enjoyed testing them out on you, on this particular day on his lunch break. Except, he planned on taking more than just an hour. He was always eager to find new ways to make you fall apart for him.

Scaramouche was pumping a vibrator shiny with your cum in and out of your mouth. He had four new toys to try out on you. He'd made you cum twice already in rapid succession.

Your eyes were filled with a lovestruck adoration for him. "What do we say when I let you cum?" He asked, taking the vibrator out of your mouth.

"Th-Thank you," You said, panting a little from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Good girl," Scaramouche gave your throbbing clit a few rewarding rubs, making you mewll in pleasure as you rolled your hips up into his fingers. Grasping your chin, he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

"Roll over onto your stomach," He said, biting your lower lip as he pulled away. Your lips lingered on his, cutting the line of saliva that connect your tongues before you did as you were told.

Scaramouche got a silk ribbon out of the drawer of his nightstand. He tied your wrists together and tied the ribbon to the head board. "Ass up in the air," He commanded, smacking a hand across your ass.

Yelping, you raised your ass up for him. Scaramouche grabbed a ribbed rabbit vibrator, rubbing the tip over your clit before turning it on. Putting it on the lowest setting, he slowly pumped in and out of your drenched cunt.

The soft vibrations of the end on your clit made it throb more as the as the vibrator nudged and stimulated your sweet spot. "Ah, God, I already feel like I am gonna cum again," You cried out, writhing as you pushed your hips back into the toy.

"Is that right?" Scaramouche purred, turning the toy's setting up one, pumping it a little faster in and out of you. "Are you going to cum hard, kitten?"

"Yes! Yes, I am," Your body trembled in pleasure, one hand gripping the sheets tightly. You could feel it, the knot of your orgasm was going to break apart any moment now. You let a loud, excited sounding moan the tighter and more consistent your walls clamped around the vibrator.

He rested it against your sweet spot, making pleasure build up in intensity before cruelly taking it out of your cunt. Your walls clamped around nothing, making you whimper in protest. He left you there, aching your release while he took off his clothes.

Scaramouche squeezed and stroked his cock for a few moments, drinking in the way your wet cunt looked before he picked up a toy specifically to stimulate your clit. Turning on the toy, he pressed it on your clit as he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance.

The stimulation from the toy on your clit made your walls clamped almost immediate around his cock as he pushed it inside of you. "Fuck hell, you are so tight," He cursed, bottoming out inside of you with a snap of his hips. "Fucking slut," He rubbed the toy around on your clit, fucking his cock into you in a dizzying pace.

Your fingernails dug into your palms, burying your face into the pillows. Scaramouche grabbed a hand of your hair, turning your head so he could hear your cries of pleasure unmuffled.

Overstimulation was making you drool, and tears sting in your eyes. "Am your good girl, Scara?!Am I?!" You babbled, your body going limp from intense pleasure.

"Such a good girl," He groaned, his eyes rolling closed as his cock throbbed, "such a fucking slut," Each word was followed up with a harsher thrust. He was so wrapped up in chasing his own impending orgasm that he forgot to deny you yours.

You screamed his name, squirting on his cock as you choked back sobs of pleasure. Scaramouche turned the toy up on the highest setting. Cursing in Japanese, his cock throbbed one final time before his cum ribboned inside of you.

Scaramouche fucked you through his orgasm, pulling out once he was satisfied. He untied your wrists and rolled you over. "We aren't done yet, doll," He said, picking up the rabbit vibrator again. He turned it on and handed it to you. "Be a good girl as fuck yourself with it. I want to cum down your throat watching you get yourself off."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #modern au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #genshin imagines #genshin scaramouche

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soft-mafia · 7 months

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This has been in my head for a while. If you want Smut, how about where Buggy wished that he can be in the water (Beach) with his S/O for a "Hot Swim" but can't, because of his inability to swim. Until they hit an island with a secret natural hot-springs that Buggy and his S/O found; while the other crew mates were doing their business.

Since the hot river isn't salt water, Buggy can safely be in the water without going stiff and drown. Then things get... HOT.

Hot Swim [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, smut, skinny dipping, Buggy detaching his dick

a/n: OOOH this one is good teehee🤭 I feel like this was way too short😭

Buggy sighed as the Big Top passed by a beach, he looked at all of the young couples cuddling in the water. Damn, he grumbled to himself, what he wouldn’t give just to go swimming again.. just one more time.

He can’t even remember the last time he had a good swim, way back when he was a kid before Shanks made him eat that damn Devil Fruit. Buggy scowled and growled to himself.

Those damn kids.. they don’t know how good they have it, I couldn’t even set foot in water when I was their age!

“You ok, LoveBug?” Y/n came up next to Buggy, resting her hands and chin on his shoulder. The man sighed and hung his head low, “I’m fine.” He looked down at Y/n. “We’ll be at our stop in like.. 30 minutes?” She said, then looked up at him to meet his gaze, before looking back at the beach Buggy was looking at, seeing all of the people, “Wow are they throwing a party or something?”

“They’re some dumb kids being idiots, that’s what they’re doing!” Buggy snapped, grumbling with a bitter tone to his voice, “Look at them! Polluting these fine waters with their sweaty filthy bodies, blech!” He growled and detached an arm so he could throw an apple in the direction of the beach goers(obviously missing by a long shot, the apple made a loud *thunk* as it plopped into the water). He let out a gruff huff of air before turning and walking away, the coat he had draped on his shoulders swished dramatically as he turned.

Y/n tilted her head and gave Buggy a confused look, before slowly following after him. It wasn’t uncommon for Buggy to have his bitter outbursts, she couldn’t help but think it was kind of cute at times.

The Buggy Pirates were making another pit stop yet again, it made sense that they were always stocking up on food every few days considering Buggy could throw a celebration over a coin flip or something.. but that just meant more booze and food for the crew, and it’s Captain.

Buggy sighed as he stood and watched his crew, feeling extra grumpy as this island was unusually hot. He then felt tugging at his coat from behind. The man grunted and looked over his shoulder to see Y/n trying to be sneaky and steal his flashy jacket, “HEY!” He growled, holding the collars tightly to keep it on his shoulders, “Can you stop trying to steal my clothes for 5 seconds?! You don’t even need it!! It’s fucking scorching here!!”

“You don’t need it either!! You’re gonna get sweaty and smelly, I don’t wanna deal with that!” Y/n frowned at him, still tugging on his jacket, her knees buckling together as she worked against him.

Buggy detached his head and neck so he could face Y/n, looking down at her from high above(so he could have the allusion of towering over her, which was hard when he was just a head), “You just can’t handle a man’s natural scent huh?” He grunted, his eyes glanced over her form, and the way she was only dressed in a bikini top and tight fitting leggings; kind of appropriate for the hot weather, but as he looked over her some more he could feel the crotch of his pants getting tighter.

“Stop using your gender as an excuse to be gross!” Y/n continued to try and tug Buggy’s coat off.

Of course it was probably a million degrees in this place, but that just meant Buggy’s scent rubbed off on it more than usual; she was his girlfriend and she had rights to her boyfriend’s clothes; don’t judge.

Y/n lost her grip and screamed as she fell back, seemingly disappearing into the moss wall behind her.

Buggy let out a scream as well, watching the moss and vines basically swallow his girlfriend whole. His entire body detached, then reattached so that he was facing the right way before running in after her, “Y/N?!” He grunted when he ran into her back, he then paused, his hands on her shoulders from behind.

“What the hell is this place?” Buggy mumbled, squinting while looking past Y/n and at the scenery in front of him. It was just a small little pond.. with steam coming out of it, he furrowed his brows, grunting softly in confusion before he realized what he was looking at, “HOLY CRAP!! We found a hot spring!” He squeezed Y/n’s shoulders. “A hot spring? Eh.. too bad we’re devil fruit users.” Y/n shrugged, going to walk out until Buggy grabbed her again and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.

“No! No! Hot springs aren’t sea water.. we’ll be perfectly fine!!” Buggy stated gleefully before slinging his coat to the side, already starting on stripping.

“You’re seriously gonna skinny dip? What if someone sees you?”

“We’re fine! This place is secluded enough, no one’s gonna find us out.. besides I don’t even remember the last time I had a dip in the water. If anything, I deserve this!” Buggy said, now completely nude, his fat cock hanging between his legs. Y/n tried her best not to look at it, but the sight of Buggy’s naked body right in front of her was making her blush, sure it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, but still, that fluffy happy trail was oh so inviting.

Buggy looked over at Y/n with a soft grunt, “You’re not gonna join me? Come on, when’s the last time you’ve swam before?”

“I dunno.. I never really liked swimming in the first place so.. never?” Y/n shrugged. “WHAT?! Who the hell doesn’t like swimming?!” Buggy growled, his hands floating over to grab at Y/n’s arms, “First you tell me you don’t like meat, and now you’re telling me you’ve never swam before?! C’mon you’re killing me!!” Buggy whined as he walked into his hands, attaching them back at the wrist, gripping Y/n tighter.

“There’s no one here but us, baby! Besides, don’t knock it until you try it!” He was already working on taking Y/n’s top off, making her squeak as he pulled it over her head. “Ugghh.. fine..” Y/n grumbled, “I don’t even know how to swim in the first place.. do you even remember?” Y/n said, looking back at Buggy after she took her bottoms off.

Buggy put a hand on his chin and looked at the springs, “Of course I remember!! Jeez I know you tease me about being old but I’m not senile!” He scoffed at her, then roughly ruffled her hair before turning back towards the hot spring, stepping into it, both feet dunked in the water. “Damn I forgot how good water feels.” Buggy sighed, then looked back at Y/n, “Get your ass in here already!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling her leggings down before stepping over to Buggy, now in only in that bikini top. She was a bit nervous about entering the water.. sure, Buggy was also a devil fruit user and he was fine, but that’s not what she was worried about, “Do I just step in?” She was afraid of slipping.

Buggy held his hand out for her to hold onto, “Yeah, c’mon.” He urged with a small grin, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of water!!” He cackled.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not. I just don’t wanna slip.” Y/n huffed, holding onto Buggy’s hand as she cautiously stepped into the water, then instantly clung to Buggy’s side.

After the man basked in the feeling of dipping his feet in water for the first time in a long time, he sat down, Y/n quickly following him. “I can’t believe you don’t like swimming, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Buggy grunted, leaning back and resting his arms back, one of them wrapping around Y/n’s shoulders. “It’s just the idea of so many people seeing my body.. and then getting wet- and getting my hair wet!” Y/n snuggled into Buggy’s side, throwing her legs over his thigh under the water; she had to admit, the water felt nice; it wasn’t too hot or too cold.

“You and your hair, jeez.. but you shouldn’t feel so insecure about yourself y’know, you’re hot. I have no idea how you can’t see that.” Buggy snorted, his hand slowly made its way down her back, fingers walking down until he met the ties to her bikini top, then untied it, making Y/n squeak.

“C’mon baby..” Buggy chuckled, his voice low and deep, he tossed the top behind himself back onto the surface, “Like I said, it’s just us.” His other hand moved to hold the side of her thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth underneath the water, he leaned his face closer to hers, “I always wanted to fuck you like this.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n batted her eyes softly for a moment, staring at Buggy’s lips before looking up into his eyes, his nose pressed against hers. Buggy licked his teeth and smirked, “Look at you, sweet little thing.” His voice was deep, gravelly and husky, she could smell the faint alcohol on his breath from his morning drink, it sent a chill through her body. Y/n moved to straddle his lap, the water swishing with her movements.

She threw her arms around his neck, tilting her head so she could press her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Buggy leaned his arms back, groaning softly as their lips molded against one another; his cock hardening between Y/n’s legs. Buggy laughed softly mid-kiss as he reached his hand down to guide his boner out from under the water, letting it stand proudly, resting it against Y/n’s pubis, tugging at the base a few times to earn a small drop of precum.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss and looked down, bringing one of her own hands down to gently circle her finger around the tip. Buggy let out a deep, guttural groan when she did that, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes as he let the sensations course through his body. Y/n giggled at his reaction, her other hand moving down to caress his chest, running her fingers through that thick, fluffy chest hair. “I hate it when you tease me.” Buggy grunted softly under his breath, tilting his head back forward to look at Y/n’s breasts, then look up at her through his brows.

“Aww, why not?” Y/n giggled, then leaned forward, moving her hips up a little so she could rub her pussy on his cock, “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” She whispered, her lips ghosted over his. Buggy growled under his breath, feeling arousal shoot through his abdomen and right up his cock, “Ghh..” he grunted.

He regained control over the situation, putting his hands on her hips and gripping firmly, holding her legs in place as he detached his penis, letting it float up into her pussy. Y/n’s back arched, gasping as she held onto Buggy’s shoulders. “I’m the captain here, remember that, princess.” Buggy grinned before thrusting his cock up and down into her.

Y/n moaned, softly bouncing on it as he thrusted, “B-Buggy..” she panted out, biting onto her knuckle to stifle her noises. Buggy moved one of his hands up to hold her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her skin, he let out a gravelly breath, “Ahhh that’s it, who’s your daddy?” He chuckled, licking his teeth before moving his hand back to spank her ass a few times, to which Buggy relished in Y/n’s squeaks and whimpers.

“Buggyy..” Y/n moaned softly, whimpering as she squeezed her eyes shut, Buggy rammed into her faster and deeper. He let out deep grunts and other man noises, his thigh muscles and abs tensed. Slapping noises could be heard from Buggy’s thrusting under the water, he closed his eyes shut when he felt his eyes roll back, he breathed out gruffly. Their moans and pants filled the area, the hot spring becoming more steamy as they got closer to their orgasm.

“M-More..” Y/n pleaded, looking up at Buggy with bedroom eyes, biting her bottom lip. She had her hands on his chest, leaning into him as his cock thrusted in and out at a rough and fast pace, almost sending mini shockwaves through her, “Mmmm..!!” She moaned, tilting her head back. Buggy gripped Y/n’s hips again and grunted as he picked up the speed, panting heavily, “Really making me work huh, cutie?” He laughed breathily through a groan, he clenched his jaw, growling deeply as his abdomen tightened.

They both moaned heavily as they came together, Buggy shooting his thick cum deep into Y/n’s pussy as it fluttered and clenched around his cock. “Ughh..” Buggy let out a pleasured groan, tilting his head back so far it accidentally fell off, he let out a short yell before quickly attaching it. He was absolutely winded, still panting heavily, “Damn..” he breathed out, then looked down at Y/n who was rested against his chest, still grinding her pussy on his cock as he reattached it.

“You’re still going aren’t you?” Buggy teased, cackling softly as he squeezed her sides, “Cute.” He moved his hand up her body to rub her back. Y/n giggled in response as she rode her orgasm out; but even after, the feeling of Buggy’s dick inside of her, stretching her out and filling her up, it was intoxicating; his cock was so fat. Buggy felt every clench and flutter of Y/n’s pussy, his shaft was sensitive enough as it was after cumming, he gripped her hips and slowly pulled her off, “Alright that’s enough! Shit.. humping me like a damn dog.” He muttered under his breath, watching as a small string of cum connected his tip to her pussy as he pulled her off.

Y/n pouted as Buggy leaned his arms back again, “Well, I’d say this was the best swim I’ve had in a long time!” He giggled, ruffling Y/n’s hair as she sat up. “The crew should be finished stocking up the ship.. you think we should start heading back?” Y/n said as she moved off of his lap, still sitting close beside of him. She looked down at the water, gently swirling the surface around with her finger.

Buggy gave Y/n a push, she squealed as she went chest first into the deep part of the hot spring, fortunately Buggy caught her as he followed in after, holding her upright, “They can wait! 'Didn’t just come in here to fuck you, I still wanna enjoy this for a bit.” He playfully splashed some water into Y/n’s face.

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #one piece smut #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #fem reader

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mediocre-quill-ink · 1 year

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Dating connor headcanons

He's so sweet, dear God.

Ask for anything and he'd do it for you.

There will be moments where you're like, "Honey, you didn't actually have to do that. i was gonna do that in just a moment"

Sometimes you worry, he thinks he still needs to surve because of it. Eventually, you told him you felt bad about him doing everything for you and how you worry he still feels rhe need to be a machine and just goes, "I know I don't have to. I choose to." You get a little confused, and he continues."I want to help you. I can stop if you don't like it?"

After you start dating, he definitely asks Hank about advice a lot.

"Hank, how does one... swoon a girl?"

"Hank, what do people look for in a relationship?"

"How do you go about pleasuring someone?"

Dear lord poor Hank.

Eventually, connor downloads some programs to help him better understand the art or romance. To say he's bad at it, he understands the basics, and of corse he loves you, but it all feels a bit... stiff. He doesn't quite get it yet. He's too formal. He's so used to his profession making things very cut and dry, straightforward. He needs to relax .

Just let him adjust. He'll pick up on it.

He loves trying new things with you. He has so many date ideas. Ice skating, amusement parks, paint ball (rip fr), crafting

He thought it'd be fun to take you on a paint ball date, and you lost instantly. In hindsight, you both realized that was a bad idea. He was programed to hunt deviants after all. With the athletic and shooting skills he's equipped with you walked out coated in paint and welts for days

It's OK, though. He apologized profusely and took care of all your wounds with so much love. Made sure your baths were at the perfect temperature, always had ice ready, creams on the ready dude was practically your stay at home nurse, lol. You insisted you were fine, but he wouldn't back down.

Ever sense deviancey he's started alot of new hobbies. Painting, ceramics, cooking, gardening. From each new hobby, he gifts you little crafts. Romantic paintings, mugs, flowers, your favorite meals. And when ever he picks up a new hobby you make sure to buy him what ever supplies he needs.

He does so much for you, you love to give back.

He loves receiving hugs and kisses oml.

A hug from behind will make him melt, or a kiss on the jaw can make him weaken at the knees, he loves physicality.

He especially loves those nights where you both are wrapped in cozy blankets, and one of you is lying on top of the other. It'll turn him into mush. He feels so happy

He trusts you so much

I hate to say it, but he often worries he's not a good enough partner because his deminor is so... stiff, even compared to other androids. When he eventually expressed this concern, you admitted you worried the same thing about yourself.

He was extremely baffled as to why, and you, of course, explained. He's so perfect and caring. He's always doing tasks for you and making things for you. You often felt you couldn't keep up and return the generosity the way he did.

When you told him you thought of him as perfect, it made him extremely flustered.

Of corse, he reassured you how great of a partner you were. So caring and supportive of his endeavors, always making sure he's alright, he just felt so much trust.

Ug, the relief you both felt.

He'd definitely wanna get a dog with you. When you expressed you wanted one, he got very enthusiastic at the idea. Lots of resurch into different breeds.

One day, you came home to a spreadsheet of dog breeds and all their stats. It was overwhelming.

Eventually, you two compromised and got something like a staffy. (Or whatever you want ofc)

He's very protective of you. Sometimes, he is a little overprotective. If he has the sense someone hitting on you, he'd slide up so fast and passively try to scre that person off. There have been a few moments where he misidentified someone just talking to you with flirting. You had to explain the situation to him and he felt bad afterward. You appreciate the thought, though. You really do.

Enough about what he does for you. We need to go back to what he like you doing for him. Cause he does so much

You looked into engineering to help with small repairs. You don't exactly have the brains of a cyberlife engineer, but you can fix small bugs and replace any damaged parts.

One day, he came back from a mission, a few dents, a shot leg. Nothing to critical but still concerning.

"Oh god, are you alright?"

"Just a few minor injuries. I can go in for repairs tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Sweet heart, your shot."

"I can't feel pain, remember? I'm fine, I promise."

You insist on helping out and he accepts. He hasn't admitted it yet but he loves the care you put into repairs.

You'd roll up the sleeve of his pants and carefully remove the white plastic shell, patiently fix any broken wires. Tenderly clean the thirium leaks, replace the plastic with a new, not shot one. And carefully buff out any dents he had.

You somehow managed to get your hands on a few bags on thirium, so you replaced whatever he bleed.

You taking care of him like this always makes him blush. The amount of attention to detail and care you had was very admirable.

He'd always kiss you afterward.

He loves to dance with you. If you plan a date to somewhere nice and secluded and play some music... dear Lord, he's gonna be love sick. Slow dancing, whether you're good at it or not, makes him so happy. He'll absolutely teach you if you can't, it'd be so romantic.

He installed a warming system in his body after starting the relationship with you

One night, you came home freezing, and you threw on a heated blanket, trying to warm up. And he got an idea

A few weeks pass, and a snow storm blows over detroit. You are about to grab the heated blanket again, but you can't find it. You opted for grabbing a normal one and cuddling with connor instead. Suddenly, the body below you starts to warm up.

"Do you like it? I recently installed a heating function to properly warm you if you needed."

He likes to call you pet names every now and then.

At first the practice was confusing to him. He was aware of the practice and why people did it, on a technical sense, but to have it actually happen to him felt a little strange at first.

He quickly grew to love all the little pet names you gave him

He really likes sweet heart, sweetness, honey, prince charming, etc.

Eventually he started giving you pet names as well

The same ones you call him mostly. Though he definitely got experimental and called you a bunch of weird ones for a few weeks.

Sexual

Oh, the possibilities of a robot lover

Before we start with that, his introduction to a sexual relationship. It's not what he was built for, but he goes into shops to get some upgrades ;)

He's switchy for sure.

He can dom if you want him to and he'd happy to ablige.

Boy, is he good at intimidation. With all that interrogation software, he can be as mean as you want him to be.

He really likes to pin you down.

And tease you. Dear God he loves to tease you rip fr.

You can be tied up, and he's graising your skin and talking about all the things he wants to do to you, getting you riled up and flustered is probably the most rewarding thing.

He'll make you beg after teasing for sure. Don't worry, he's not too cruel about it unless you want him to be.

Sub connor

He loves to be tied up and pinned down, too.

Hand cuffs, with his own tie, belts. The more creative you get it excites him.

And make him beg. Don't be too harsh with him, but he loves the desperate feeling

Praising. Praise him, PLEASE. It'll make him a mess.

Tell him he's a good boy, tell him he's so beautiful, tell him what a good job he's doing just... ug.

Every now and then I feel like he'd like edging.

Certainly not something he frequents and prefers not to, but on rare occasions, he'll suggest that he wants to do edging. Give him all the kisses when you're done.

He hates to admit it but he likes getting a little steamy at work.

He knows not to do it to frequently, and avoids the frequent practice

But on occasion, he allows it, and when he does, he's really into it.

Seeking off into bathrooms, janitorial closets, exchanging touches under desks. The desperate and secretness of it all excites him

And roleplay. He's very into role play.

Cop and criminal (of corse), massage therapist and client, professor and student, strangers

He likes giving and receiving roles for all of them.

Though if he's the sub, he can be bad at staying in character. He'll put up a convincing act until you get him hot and bothered. The closer he gets the role slips from him lol

Now, let's finally explore all the updates he's gotten.

His dick definitely moves on its own. Like one of those sex toys that thrusts inside of you.

And it vibrates. What doesn't vibrate, really? His fingers, palms, tongue

All sorts of new mobility features in his hips to get the smoothest movement.

Ok, I got this idea, and I feel like I can leave it out, but if you request it, he'd look into aphrodisiac dispensers in his mouth so when you swap spit, kisses can lull yiu further into lust.

#dbh #deteoit become human #connor #connor x reader #connor x reader dbh #connor dbh headcanons #connor headcanons dbh #connor detroit become human #dbh connor #connor dbh

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lanaaa-14 · 1 year

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Basically, u and Ethan have been dating for a while, and r currently studying for a test in Econ and he’s finally ready to lose his v-card. ;)

Warnings: kissing, cuddling, unprotected sex, oral ( f and m receiving and giving), dom! reader, sub! Ethan, experienced! reader, virgin! Ethan, I think that’s it idk.

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“Ethan.” Y/n whined, he wouldn’t stop goofing around while you too were studying for a major test in Econ. “I’m sorry, it’s just so easy to make you mad.” He laughed while the annoyed girl in front of him rubbed her temples. “Haha so funny. We actually need to study though. I cannot handle another bad grade in there.” She said, giving him a serious look. “How about we take a break? We’ve been studying for the past three hours and I can’t even focus anymore.” He complained, throwing his pencil down. “Fine as long as I get to pick a movie for us. I’m tired of watching stab 1 over and over again when you pick.” She giggled as they both closed their textbooks and went to Ethan’s room. “Cmon! You know you love stab!” He smiled as you both collapsed on his bed. “Whatever. I’m putting on a romcom.” He fake gagged at her choice in movies.

After a while, the couple was under the blankets and Ethan was cuddled into y/n’s chest. She was playing with his curls and every now and then, giggling at the movie. Ethan slowly moved his hand from around her waist, and started to move it up her hoodie. She gave him a look that he didn’t see, but honestly just ignored his movements. That was until his cold fingers brushed her bra covered breast. “Ethan?” She asked, not really knowing what he was doing. She already knew he was a virgin before they started dating, so she usually made the first move. Not him. She would kiss him and hug him but every time she touched any skin that was under clothing, he would freak the fuck out. But here he was, his slim fingers getting very close to her bare breasts. “Y/n, I think I’m ready.” He whispered. She immediately knew what he meant. “Are you sure?” She asked. She couldn’t lie, she’d been waiting for this moment for months.

“I’m extremely sure.” He responded, finally reaching his hand up all the way and massaging her left boob. She whimpered in response and quickly placed her lips on his. He didn’t really know what to do, so he just followed her movements and continued kissing her. After a while, she knew he needed some guidance. “Touch me, Ethan.” She moaned against his lips. “Can you help me? I want to make you feel good.” He asked. She nodded her head as she examined his face. He still looked so innocent as if his fingers weren’t brushing the elastic band of her panties. Before he actually touched her, he seemed to have changed his mind as he removed his hand and pulled down her sweatpants. “I wanna try something. Tell me if you want me to stop.” He said as he slowly removed her panties. He gave her a look, asking her for consent and she quickly nodded. “Wow. Your so fucking beautiful.” He spoke softly as he leaned down, his breath hitting her clit. He placed his thumb on a little ball shaped thing that he assumed was the clit.

He knew he was right based on how her back arched. He nearly came at the sight of his pretty girlfriend laid out like this. He’d always imagined doing this but never thought it would become real. He slowly licked through her folds and watched her reaction thoroughly. She moaned loudly, so he continued to lick up and down. “You taste so good.” He smiled against her pussy. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs, practically digging in. She began to grind her hips in an upward motion, trying to get as much pleasure as she could. He placed a hand on her lower abdomen, pushing her down. He used his other hand to finger her. After adding two finger, she was already a moaning mess. “Go faster!” She begged as she gripped his curly hair tight. He curled his fingers in her and that was the last straw. “Fuck! Ethan!” She screamed as she came on his face. He continued to eat her out, making sure she was able to finish her high. She was laid out on the bed, breathing heavily. “Who would’ve guessed Ethan Landry was so good at eating pussy?” She laughed as she looked at the pretty boy that was still between her legs. “Who would’ve guessed y/n l/n would taste so good?” He teased, making her roll her eyes in response.

“Since you were so good… I’ll help you out too.” She said as she eyed his obvious boner in his khakis. “Sit.” She demanded, patting the space beside her. He quickly crawled on the bed and sat down. She crawled onto his lap and began kissing him. It was soft and passionate, almost like a thank you for making her cum. “Can I?” She asked, placing her hands on his belt buckle. “Please.” He begged, his body aching from having a boner for so long. She unbuckled his belt and he lifted his body up so she could pull his pants down to his knees. She slowly pulled down his grey boxers and admired the sight in front of her. It was her first time seeing Ethan’s dick. They’d been dating a year but Ethan was so insecure about being a virgin he never did anything with you and you never did anything to him. For fucks sake, she even sent him an ass pic once and he sent a heart eyes emoji back. His dick was big, bout 7 inches; pretty decent width. The tip was a light pink that matched the blush on his cheeks perfectly. He definitely shaved before she came to study, he for sure planned this. She placed her hand on his cock and began to stroke up and down at a medium pace.

She admired his facial expression’s knowing that she was the only one who’s ever seen him this vulnerable. His eyes widened at her touch, and his mouth was slightly parted as he breathed slowly. She noticed how instead of grunts like men usually do in bed, Ethan whimpered. Like, a lot. It turned her on so she didn’t really mind. Hearing Ethan whimper her name was the best thing she’d ever heard. “If your already moaning like that because of my hand, wait till I put my mouth on it.” She whispered in his ear, making him thrust into her hands without realizing. Before going down, she tugged on his shirt signaling for him to remove it. She removed her hand from his cock to do the same. She even unclipped her bra and threw it to the ground. She bent down and kissed the tip, before swallowing his dick whole. She had never heard any man moan the way Ethan just did. She bobbed her head up and down his cock, while fisting his lower penis with her left hand. Her other hand was holding his hand. It was his first time so she still wanted to make him feel comfortable. She knew it felt good by the way he was squeezing her hand. “Wait!” He whimpered. She removed her mouth and looked at him with a concerned face. “Did I hurt you on accident?” She asked, rubbing her thumb on his cheek. “I want to… you know. Actually feel you.” He refused to make eye contact while talking. She smiled at his actions. “Of course baby. I know what you mean. Do you want me to be in control or you?” She asked him, placing a quick peck to his lips. “Is it okay if you lead?” He asked, finally looking at her. “Yeah I’m okay with that. Also Ethan, since it’s your first time you might cum before me or super early. But I don’t want you to be embarrassed about it because it’s completely normal.” She let him know.

“I know. I’ll try to make you finish before me and if I don’t I’ll just eat you out again.” He smirked, making the girl let out a small giggle. She aliened herself with his dick. “You ready?” She asked. “Yes.” He responded. She slowly lowered herself and could feel him starting to fill her up. “God Ethan.” She moaned as she sat down all the way. “Your so ahh! Tight.” He grunted. Y/n began grinding her hips and savoring every moan that came from his lips. He looked so pretty like this. Curls wet from sweat sticking to his forehead, his eyes glossy, his doe eyes begging for more, and his soft pink lips that were releasing his soft whimpers. His hands found there way to her hips and began helping her go up and down. She continued to bounce up and down as Ethan whimpered like crazy. He reached a hand down to rub her clit. He could feel his climax coming so he tried to make hers come at the same time. “Your so wet.” He moaned as he rubbed his fingers on her clit. “Only for you, baby.” She whispered in his ear. This sent him over the edge. He rubbed her clit as fast as he could and even was humping into her. They both were moaning nonstop, both feeling their climax coming. “Agh! Y/n!” He yelled as he came inside her pussy. The feeling of his warm seed filling her up made her cum.

She continued to ride him until she felt overstimulation. She moaned one last time, and collapsed beside him. “Fuck.” Is all she could get out as she breathed heavily. “Shit I’ll be right back.” Ethan said as he left the room. Y/n was extremely confused, but then understood when she saw him come back with a juice box and a rag. “Here you go.” He said, handing her the juice. He spread her legs with his hands and then cleaned the leaking cum from her pussy. He put the rag on the side table and pulled the cover over the both of them. “You did so good baby.” She praised, running a hand through his curls. “You did too. I never knew that someone’s mouth could feel so good.” He grinned making the girl chuckle. “I never knew a virgin could be so good in bed.” She joked as she traced her fingers along his chest. “What can I say? I’m just great like that. And, Chad can’t make fun of me for being a virgin anymore so it’s a win win.” Ethan smirked, making the girl beside him laugh.

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Finally fucking finished this omggg. School is kicking my ass rn with all these damn assignments as if we don’t get out in 2 weeks… anyway, this was my first time writing a one shot smut soooo hope u liked it ! Also sorry if it’s a bit short, I’m an amateur writer. Have a great day lovely!

lana xo

#jack champion #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream franchise #smut #ethan landry smut #scream #first writing #hope you like <3

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lvrdrafts · 9 months

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Rescued by Love Epilogue

★ Summary: Your brother Steve always hated you after your mother's death and when he finally gets the family's empire he is ready to sell you off to some toxic marriage but will the knight and shining armor save you or make it worse?

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Masterlist

The grand gala was the talk of the town, a glittering affair held in one of New York's most luxurious ballrooms. The city's elite had gathered there, draped in opulent gowns and tailored suits, to witness the unveiling of the mysterious newcomer in the South's burgeoning mafia world. Rumors had swirled for weeks about this enigmatic figure, someone who was rapidly amassing power and influence, even threatening the established crime families.

As the anticipation built in the lead-up to the gala, Bucky found himself standing with Steve in a quiet corner of the ballroom, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"You sure about this, Steve?" Bucky asked, his gaze scanning the elegantly dressed crowd. "You really think this new guy gonna show up here?"

Steve nodded, his eyes focused on the entrance. "Yeah, Buck, I'm pretty sure. My sources are usually spot-on about these things. Whoever this guy is, he's been making waves down South. The word is, he's looking to expand his reach, and he's already got some of the old families nervous."

Bucky's brow furrowed. "Any idea who he might be?"

Steve shrugged. "Not much to go on, really. The details are pretty scarce. But the way I hear it, he's strategic, smart, and ruthless. He's got people willing to follow him without question, and that's how he's been able to rise so quickly."

Bucky crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. "But why would he come all the way up here? And why would they even consider teaming up with us?"

Steve leaned in, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "It's about strength, Bucky. This new guy wants to expand their reach, and allying with us would give them the backing they need. And in return, we'd gain access to their resources and connections."

Bucky's skepticism was evident. "Steve, I get the whole strength in numbers thing, but we don't even know who this guy is. He could be some hotshot rookie who's in over his head."

Steve nodded, acknowledging Bucky's concerns. "I know it's a risk, but sometimes you gotta take chances to come out on top. The potential rewards are too big to ignore."

Bucky let out a sigh, his uncertainty still lingering. "I just hope this guy shows up. I mean, what if he's got cold feet or something? We're all here waiting, and he might not even come through."

Steve gave Bucky a reassuring pat on the back. "Look, we'll know soon enough. And if he's half as smart as we think he is, he'll understand the benefits of this alliance. We just need to stay patient and keep our eyes open."

As the grand gala unfolded, the tension in the air seemed to thicken. Bucky and Steve continued to scan the crowd, their curiosity about the new mafia leader heightening with every passing moment. The anticipation reached a crescendo as the room fell into an expectant hush, all eyes locked onto the entrance.

And then, you walked in.

The room erupted into a mixture of gasps, whispers, and stunned silence. Bucky's eyes widened, his heart racing, as he watched you glide through the entrance with a confidence that commanded attention. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – you, his ex-wife, the last person he expected to be connected to the dangerous underworld they navigated.

As the shock spread through the crowd, Steve turned to Bucky, his own surprise evident in his expression. "Buck... is that...?"

Bucky's voice was barely a whisper as he confirmed the truth, his disbelief clear. "What she-she's been gone for so long it can't"

"Buck, I'm telling you, she's probably just the wife," Steve asserted, his tone condescending. "I mean, look at her. She's not exactly radiating power and authority. This whole setup screams 'arm candy' more than anything else."

Bucky's brows furrowed as he looked at Steve, his own doubts mixing with a growing frustration. He had kept his silence thus far, grappling with his own shock and uncertainty, but he couldn't let Steve's dismissive words go unanswered.

As Bucky approached you, his heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. He felt a rush of emotions seeing you again, especially in such unexpected circumstances.

Meanwhile, Steve's rant continued behind him, his words trailing off as he noticed Bucky's departure. "Buck, where are you going? You can't seriously be buying into this—"

But Bucky had already reached you, his gaze locking onto yours as he tried to read the truth in your expression. The chatter of the gala around them seemed to fade into the background as he stood before you, the weight of their shared history heavy in the air.

"Hey," Bucky began, his voice soft and uncertain. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Your silence seemed to stretch on for a moment before you finally spoke, your words cutting through the air with a chilling precision. "Bucky," you said, your tone icy. "It's not a crime to attend a gala, last time I checked."

Bucky felt his heart sink at your tone, the distance between you tangible. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Your gaze remained fixed on him, the coldness in your expression unwavering. "I have business," you replied simply, your tone leaving no room for further questions.

Bucky couldn't help but blurt out the question that had been nagging at him. "You joined the crime business? I thought you hated it." Bucky says with a growing smile on his face as a way to lighten the mood.

Your lips curved into a cold smile, and your response was laced with a sharpness that took him aback. "Noo who told you that." you said chuckling at his question "I just hated the way you and Steve acted the second you joined it, thinking you were big shit." you say still smiling knowing that the remark was gonna struck a nerve.

Before Bucky can respond, a man walks up to you whispering something into your ear and then guides you to a room, full of some of the biggest bosses the West has to offer.

As the night wore on, Bucky found himself watching you from a distance, unable to shake the unease that had settled in his chest. He knew he needed to make amends, to bridge the gap that had grown between you. And so, as the gala drew to a close and you seemed ready to leave, he made a decision.

He approached you with a determined stride, his words rushed and heartfelt. "Wait, I just... I wanted to say I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry I was the reason you left"

Your expression remained guarded, but there was a flicker of something in your eyes. Before you could respond, however, Steve appeared beside Bucky, his glare directed at you.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I needed space, time to figure things out."

Bucky sighed, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'm so sorry. I should've been a better husband. I neglected you when you needed me the most."

His words hung in the air, heavy with remorse. The memories of your turbulent marriage and the pain it had brought resurfaced, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it touched a chord within you.

"I've moved on, Bucky," you said, your voice tinged with compassion. "I've learned to be independent."

Bucky nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "You've done well for yourself."

You acknowledged his words with a nod, your gaze lingering on him for a moment before you turned to leave once more.

"Take care" Bucky called after you, his voice filled with a mix of longing and acceptance.

As you walked away, Steve couldn't resist adding a remark. "You know, there was a time when life was simpler, happier, before you came into it. You just got to ruin it by coming back"

Bucky snapped his head at Steve but before he could respond you turned to him to speak to Steve instead.

"Well, Steve," you retorted with a touch of irony, "I guess life's full of surprises, isn't it?."

With that parting shot, you left Steve behind, striding away from the gala without looking back. The night was filled with possibilities, and the outcome of your journey remained uncertain. In this world of shadows and secrets, you had no time for sentimental reflections on the past. You were determined to thrive, no matter the cost, leaving the complicated relationships of your history in your wake.

fin

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dreaminofu · 4 months

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I have an ask :) what is the angstiest bojere moment for you? when you thought they'll break your heart for real now 💔

When I went through different bojere moments in my mind, I realised that they don’t have a lot of angsty moments. Or at least not many obvious kind of angsty moments. You asked for one, I’m giving you more because that’s how we work in this house.

1. In the end, my number one has to be this

Yes, this moment is soft but it’s also oh so angsty. It’s Jere being sad over losing and he clings to Bojan as the one thing that keeps him afloat. Just look at Jere’s expression, it’s filled with sadness, but Bojan is his rock here, holding Jere tightly but tenderly, even when he’s battling with his own sadness.

Bojan once said that he was sadder about Jere’s second place than JO finishing 21st.

This photo also symbolises that they have to say goodbye soon. While they’d formed a strong bond, they’d only known each other for about a month. They live on the opposite sides of Europe and had super busy schedules ahead. In one interview, Jere said that after the final, one of the reasons he cried in the bathroom was because he didn’t know when he’d see Bojan again. They must have felt very unsure about everything.

So yeah, this moment is peak bojere angst for me 💔

More under the cut

2. The Bojan beer picture

Jere is holding ”Bojan” tenderly against his cheek. His expression is a mixture of deep caring, sadness and wistfulness. This was around the time when Bojan was presumably struggling a bit, had had his panic attack and deleted his ig. And I’m sure they were missing each other like crazy. This photo is to me a sweet way of publically saying ”I’m here for you. I know things are tough, but always know that I support you and I’m here.”

3. This JO tiktok

They’re listening to a Balkan song (Ludo scre), and the part of the song they have in the video is ”the moment I saw you with another I realised I was losing you forever”.

No further explanation needed.

#am i missing some important bojere angst here?#am i blinded with all the fluff and humour that i can’t see the angst?#bojere #käärijä #bojan cvjetićanin #asks

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 7 months

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The Tour XV

Warning: swearing, violence, smut

Your conversation with Rook had you so tense you could barely see straight. You didn’t get a chance to say much to him after his confession, interrupted by everyone else piling onto the bus to head to the next destination. Colson could sense the weirdness between you but he didn’t say anything, almost like he was letting you come to him.

You couldn’t really accept that Rook meant the horrible things he’s said to you about Colson. You tried to not let it bother you but deep down you knew it was something that you worried about, in the back of your mind. You’d spent the last few weeks with him waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You’re not really sure where you two are given your conversation the night before so when the bus quiets down and everyone begins their rituals for bed, you scoot into your usual bunk and try to let sleep overcome you. Rook hadn’t really said much to you but he hadn’t been rude either. When you stopped for dinner, he stood outside the roadhouse bathroom for you for safety. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t ask him to, he just did it anyway. You can tell deep down that the two of you will work through your issues but it still hurts that he said what he did.

The sound of your curtain pulls you from your thoughts and arms wrapping around your waist and yanking you from your warm bed makes you squeal with fear. You try to fight whoever it is, not sure if everyone is pulling some tour bus initiation with you or if someone has broken onto the bus. You flail in the strangers arms until you hear a familiar voice.

“Baby, it’s just me,” Colson whispers in your ear and you instantly relax. Your heartbeat slows and your breathing evens out.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you pout as he sets you down in the aisle. He looks sexy in nothing but workout shorts and no t-shirt and you take a second to drink him in.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he teases you, half covering his body with his hands. “Why are you sleeping in the bunk and not in my bed?”

“Oh I…”

You don’t really have a reason. You would be more than happy to sleep in his bed but you weren’t sure if he’d want that given you’ve only done it once on the bus and that was before everyone knew about the two of you.

Will everyone just assume we’re fucking all night?

Sharing a bed to only sleep feels…couple like. You’re trying to push down that desperate need almost every woman has to ‘label it’ but it seems almost unavoidable at this point. You realise by the confused look on Colson’s face that you didn’t actually answer his question so you fumble for reason.

“I was waiting for you to invite me,” you lie quickly, covering your discomfort with a small smile.

“Just take her and fuck her already,” Rook groans from his bunk and your cheeks immediately heat.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Colson rips his curtain open and glowers at his friend.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rook answers calmly but his eyes dart to your face and Colson catches the movement.

“Oh my fucking god Rook,” Colson growls. “Are you in love with her?” he spits the words like they’re venom in his mouth.

The very heated conversation has garnered the attention of everyone on the bus now and Sophie and Sam now stand at the door that separates the bunks from the front of the bus, watching the drama unfold uncomfortably. You want to say something, anything but words don’t seem enough at this point and you’re pretty sure Rook wouldn’t listen to anything you have to say right now anyway.

“Answer the fucking question asshole,” Colson screams in his face.

He practically drags Rook from his bunk and flings him to the floor. Sophie grabs your arm and pulls you away from the commotion as Rook jumps to his feet. You want to stop whatever is about to happen but Sophie won’t let you go.

“Let them work it out,” she whispers in your ear and you can feel the horrified expression on your face at her sense of calm.

“They’ll kill each other!” you screech at Colson takes his first swing at Rook, his fist connecting with Rook’s jaw. Rook recovers quickly and swings back.

“It’s the way they do things,” Sophie shrugs but doesn’t let your arm go.

“YOU HAD YOUR FUCKING CHANCE AND YOU BLEW IT!” Colson screams in Rook’s face as he pins him to the wall.

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET HER!”

You almost think they’ve forgotten you’re standing right there and the feminist in you is pissed but you can see Sophie’s logic. Rook’s words earlier weren’t about you, they were about Colson. About his concern for Colson's intentions. He just doesn’t want you getting hurt because he doesn’t want to lose either of his friends. Maybe part of it is still a possessive jealousy he feels that it didn’t work out with the two of you but that was years ago and he’s dated since. It’s not like he hasn’t moved on but the thought of you with Colson brings the feelings rushing back.

Would that have changed my decision after Colson kissed me for the first time?

The guilt that overtakes you at the answer to your internal question is crushing. Nothing could change how you feel about Colson, not even the possibility of hurting your best friend. You wish you could blame it on having been single for so long that you missed the feeling of being wanted but you know that’s not the truth. It’s because it’s Colson that wants you and nothing else. The man you’ve craved since the moment you met him, so much so that even Rook noticed it.

“Because you never looked at me the way you look at him.”

Colson and Rook are bloodied and bruises forming on both their faces. Their fight doesn’t look to be ending but you can’t stand watching them destroy each other for one more second. You pull away from Sophie and push your body between the two of them. Instantly, their fists stop and you can feel their ragged breathing as you press your palms into their chests.

“Stop, please,” you beg them. You feel a drop of blood from Colson’s nose drop onto your arm but you don’t pull away. “I don’t want you to kill each other over me, that’s stupid and pointless. Besides, neither of you are actually mad at the other.”

“Like fucking hell I’m not,” Colson growls, trying to move you out of his way but you stand firm.

“No, you’re not. You’re pissed because you’re worried he’s going to do something to get between us but trust me, that is not what’s happening here and you,” turn to scrutinise Rook’s battered face. “You’re mad at yourself for not speaking up and because I didn’t ask for your input about Colson and me but here’s a fucking newsflash, you will not now nor will you ever have a say in my relationships. We went on one date a lifetime ago and you’ve been with plenty of women since so don’t you dare play the victim with us. This is a good thing that is happening to two of your closest friends, why would you want to stand in the way of that?”

Rook doesn’t answer you. He pushes away and stalks off to the kitchenette, pushing past Sam and Sophie. They each give you both a small smile before following after him. You know you probably should too but you also know you’re the last person Rook wants to see or talk to right now. He hates it when you’re picking a movie or what to have for dinner and he especially hates it right now. You’re always right. He can’t fight logic, he can’t fight rationality and he hates that about you. You’re always logical and rational about even the most minor decisions in life.

“Let’s clean your face up,” you grab Colson’s hand to lead him to the small bathroom.

It’s slightly suffocating with the two of you in there but you don’t mind the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You grab a washcloth from the small pile under the sink and dampen it. You gently brush the blood away from under Colson’s nose, rinse it and repeat. Once the blood is gone, you wipe the cloth on his bloodied lip and the blood staining his chest and stomach. When you’re sure he is sufficiently clean, you turn back to the sink and wring the washcloth out, placing it in the small hamper in the bathroom. You rinse your arm under the water, washing away Colson’s dry blood, and your hands with soap. In the tight space, your ass brushes against Colson’s crotch every time you move. You feel his dick respond so you deliberately push back a little firmer until he growls. Wrapping his hand around your throat, he pulls you against him.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to bend you over and fuck you right here, rough and fast,” he nips at your ear and your panties pool with need.

“Do it,” you encourage him with a grin, staring at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes in the mirror.

Colson wastes no time bending you over the sink and ripping your panties down. He pulls his thick, hard cock from his shorts and rubs himself along your pussy lips a few times. He reaches around and places his hand in front of your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructs and you oblige.

Colson uses his now wet hand to lubricate his length with your saliva, stroking himself while he stares at you. Without warning, he lines himself up and plunges inside of you. You cry out and he immediately puts his hand over your mouth, muffling the curse words spewing from your lips. He spanks each one of your ass cheeks and you squeal with pleasure and pain. You can feel the handprints indenting on your skin but you don’t care.

“Dirty, dirty girl you are for daddy,” he praises you between thrusts and you’re practically a puddle under his sure movements. “I want you to come for me, can you do that for daddy?” you nod and he reaches his other hand around to rub your clit.

You drop your head, pleasure overcoming you, but Colson grabs your hair to pull you back up, burning you with his intense stare. You moan softly and grind back against him, practically fucking yourself against his dick. When he’s had enough of you taking control, Colson puts a hand on your hip and thrusts hard into you, impaling your pussy on his cock. You bite your bottom lip to keep from screaming out and his finger on your clit quickens. Before you can blink, the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had explodes through you. Your legs quiver, your pussy clenches and you’re all but falling to the bathroom floor. The only thing keeping you upright is Colson’s hands on your hips. It’s not long before he’s following your climax, thrusting roughly into you one more time before he fills you with thick ropes of cum.

Colson collapses against your back, his sweat smearing across your skin. He pants trying to drag in as much oxygen to his lungs as possible. You love the feeling of his face on your skin. the roughness of his stumble in contrast to your smooth skin. His lips brush up your spine and you shiver with his dick still inside you, softening. He kisses your shoulder blade, the top of your spine, your neck. You lean up, Colson slowly falling out of you, and you lean against him. You lift your arms over your head to wrap around his neck and you watch him in the mirror. Watch the movement of his lips, feel his hand reach under your shirt to cup your bare breasts. Embarrassment colours your cheeks as you realise he’s leaking out of you, the reminisce of your intimacy coating the bathroom floor.

You pull away from him and grab the used washcloth from the hamper to clean the floor. You pull your sleep shorts back up to hold in anything that still remains inside you. Colson almost looks proud at that detail. He spins you, gripping your face in his hands, and kisses you for the first time since you got in here. You feel the cut on his lip as he moves against your own and he winces slightly when you run your tongue along it but he doesn’t pull back. Almost like he thinks your lips can heal him.

“We should go to bed,” you mumble against his lips. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours.

“Only if you tell me the truth,” he murmurs and you frown at him.

“About what?” he didn’t ask you a question since he started banging you against the bathroom sink.

“Why were you trying to sleep in your bunk and not with me?” he pulls away to look you in the eye when you answer. You bite your bottom lip, unsure how to word your reasoning without sounding needy or desperate.

“I guess…we never really finished that ground rules discussion and I don’t want to assume things because it’s not like we’re together or anything, not that I care but I just, I’ve never done this before and-” you’re rambling and you know you are but you can’t stop yourself.

Realisation appears in Colson’s eyes and he smiles at you before kissing you again. This time though, it’s passionate, full of fire and hot burning need. It’s sweet and intoxicating and overpowering. You need to pull away but you don’t want to pull away. You can’t bring yourself to end such an emotional kiss but Colson makes the decision for you.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Colson asks you, a grin splitting his face knowing it’s the most 7th grade question in the world but you’re still practically melting that he asked it anyway.

“Ok,” you grin back and he seals it with a kiss.

This is pure joy and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

Or so you thought.

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i cried a little while writing this tbh… i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: death, parent death, mentions of injury, crying, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eighteen- I Know Loss

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The fire bursts forth from Hometree like you dropped a rock into water, burning outward on all sides, a ring of fire.

You eye it wearily, squeeze Neytiri’s hand, your bow long discarded and trampled into your haste to run to safety.

Eytukan runs alongside you, ordering The People out and into the forest, into safety, when suddenly his hand presses into your shoulder and he pushes you away, making you fall into Neytiri.

She catches you, when her father shouts for you to go.

Her face falls, and you watch as she reaches forward, hand on his arm, but he only shoves her away and shouts for her to go again.

“Neytiri!” you shout, the fire seeming all that much closer, the warmth sinking under your clothes, tugging her back.

She stumbles, eyes fixed on her father, but she is his daughter so she turns and squeezes your hand, so tight it’s like you’re her lifeline, and follows you deeper into the forest.

Other Na’vi scramble around you, everyone falling over themselves, tripping over roots and rocks they have known their entire life. Survival will do that to you, you have noticed. The world falls away until this is just all it is. You, your breath, and the prospect of safety.

You can hear people screaming, and then you can hear it. They cut through the sky like birds, shooting towards Hometree as if to catch their prey. But this is nothing natural, nothing normal. This is destruction in its simplest form.

It all explodes behind you like a million little deaths, a million little screams and lives lost. You imagine each plant petal, each inch of bark, all consumed by fire, nothing but ashes in their wake.

The ground shakes under you, like some vengeful god has come to exact justice for a crime you never even knew you committed.

Then, during one hard shake, rattling so deep you feel it in your bones, your heart, your legs give out and you bring Neytiri down with you.

You shout, and your throat feels like it’s been torn it two.

“Go!” Neytiri says, somehow fighting over the ash filling the air, the fear that takes a physical form in your lungs, like charred wood is filling you instead of air.

You manage to bring yourself to your feet, hand falling from hers, and it kicks at something in your heart but the need to live overrides all else.

The bombs explode, booming loud right in your ears, and you doubt you’ll ever get the sound out.

You can see each blade of grass shudder.

Another one comes, and you’re down again, knees scraping against the dirt and grass, stinging like hot wax hitting your skin.

You are forced to start crawling, as dehumanizing as it is, staying low to the ground so you won’t collapse completely when the ground shakes, only stutter.

All you can think about is the ground in front of you, getting away from the flames.

Neytiri stops, and you scream for her, turn back and see her staring up at the burning Hometree, at the pitch black smooth rolling off of it.

Then, the bombs stop.

That’s all it is for a moment, unspoken horror at what’s just happened, heartbeat deafening in your ears.

The leaves fall, so softly, fluttering. They sound like crunching bones. They sound like death.

You had mistaken Neytiri’s understanding for awe, disbelief.

She realized it before you.

And you knew already that Hometree would fall, but you never expected it to fall on you.

The sound of wood creaking fills the air, almost like it’s screaming, sobbing. It has been bombed and now it burns- how can you blame it for falling?

Neytiri stops, and you place your hand on her shoulder.

What are you supposed to do? Run and die? Stay and die? Where do you go? Everything fades into one, Neytiri’s braids swaying in the wind, hitting your face, and you can’t even be bothered to bat them away.

A woman’s scream rents the air, ear-piercing, and you’re shocked back to reality.

You think you scream, Neytiri grabs her hand, a million words traveling through your skin.

It falls slower than you expected. You almost thought it was come crashing down, but it makes sense. How would something that has stood so strong for so many years even know how to fall?

You didn’t know how to burn, not until they showed you.

And it seems Hometree has been taking lessons from the leaves, because it falls, the branches crashing behind you, closing you in, darkness consuming you.

It sounds like a god is stepping on you. It feels like your fire is burning out, your time is up, like you’re dying.

Then, you aren’t.

It all stops, Hometree bouncing a few times from the recoil, until there is no more vengeful god. No falling. Only the after. Only the destruction.

Neytiri stands slowly, staring at the fallen branches of the only home she has ever known.

You can hear the screams, the cries, and all you can do it sit motionless on the ground. The world has fallen before you, and you cannot even speak.

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“Father! Father!” Neytiri calls, and you pant as you trail behind her, smoke in your lungs, eyes to the ground. Debris and small patches of fire are everywhere- and Neytiri cannot protect you and look for her father.

Suddenly, the shouting stops. You look up in the odd silence, the only sound the crackling of fire, before Neytiri starts sobbing.

You startle and look up, side stepping a burning branch. “Neytiri-” but the words die in your throat.

Eytukan lays on his side, something sharp protruding from his chest. A piece of wood, you realize. How cruel is it that he should die from the home he protected so fiercely?

Neytiri turns him on his back, and you can barely stand the sound of her wails through your groans. You don’t know what to do. Do you comfort her? Let her be?

“Daughter…” Eytukan gasps, the Na’vi translating quick in your mind. He raises his arm, hands still wrapped tightly around his bow. “Take… my… bow…” he gasps, like living is killing him.

You cannot imagine how much pain he’s in, how much pain Neytiri is in. Slowly, you come closer, fall to your knees next to her. It’s jarring to see someone so proud and so tall, someone you have looked up to all your life, reduced to nothing by the humans and their pointless ruination.

“Protect The People,” he whispers, and Neytiri cries as she takes the bow from him. He speaks like living is killing him, like it is a chore to breathe, his heart to beat. It is no surprise that his hand falls limp to the ground, his chest falls flat.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasp, because what else are you supposed to do? You wrap your arms around her shoulders, and she falls against you, hands around her father’s bow. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

You breathe deeply, feel like the world is crashing in on you when she turns her head, presses her forehead to yours.

“They’re gonna take me,” you whisper, tears falling down your one face. You grieve for the forest, your mother, for Eytukan and for Hometree. “They’re gonna take me, Neytiri- I’m so sorry-”

“You can’t,” she breathes, her sobs stopping for a moment, her hand digging into your arm. “You can’t leave me,” she pleads, “not like this, my Y/N, you can’t leave me.” But both of you know that you have no choice.

You swallow, force back your tears. You want her to know this, know how you feel. “I don’t know what to do without you, I don’t- I love y-”

“Y/N! Neytiri!”

Even like this, you would recognize his voice anywhere.

You cannot bring yourself to look at him, and you aren’t even sure if Neytiri notices him, to busy in her grieving, in her whispered words for you to stay. You can do nothing but hold her tighter, give her this memory.

Jake’s footsteps crackle throughout the broken forest, and you still can’t look, too scared you’ll regret it all.

You can see him fall to his knees next to the two of you, and he hesitates for one moment, before placing a hand on the backs of your necks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m sorry,” but words will do nothing.

“Get away,” Neytiri sobs.

“I’m sorry-”

“Get away!” she shrieks, tearing herself from you, grabbing her father’s bow and pressing it to his chest. “Get away! Get away from here!”

And you feel it, ever so slowly, like a wave rising.

“Neytiri,” you mutter, and the last thing you hear is her gasp, and the last thing you feel is her hands on you.

You know that when you wake, you will never see her again.

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Neytiri knows she is strong, knows that she has survived much. She has hidden tears for years, pushed aside her emotions in favor for the clan.

Now, her father is dead, and it all comes pouring out. She thinks of her sister, Hometree, the utraya mokri. She thinks of the years alone, without her sister, without Y/N.

She thought she had her back, and then Jake was there, filling her life with his stupid human ways and his stupid face and all that is him.

She thought she had her Y/N back, and then Neytiri heard her name from her lips, and Neytiri’s hands come around her so quick, and she falls to her knees, holding Y/N like she’s everything precious in the world.

And with how much she has lost, she is now.

She gasps, and Jake fades from her mind, and now she is holding her best friend, her mate’s, limp body in her arms, next to her dead father.

She sobs, and she thinks that she will surely run out of tears today.

And then his hand touches Y/N’s head. He caresses it like he’s done before, and Neytiri had smiled when he did it before, but this is not then.

“I’ll protect her,” he breathes, “I’ll protect her.”

But she’s trusts Jake no longer, and his words mean nothing to him.

“I won’t let them hurt her, I promise-”

“Go away,” she sobs, wondering how many times she must repeat it. “Go away, go away,” and she is pleading. She cannot even stand to look at him anymore.

She imagines his ears tucking against his head, his tail dropping low. A part of her that still loves him, that will always love her mate breaks a little, but the stronger part of her is cruel.

Good, she thinks. This is what he deserves.

I still love him, another part of her sings, and she cries more, adds another loss to her list.

She cannot take anymore loss.

But she knows it is inevitable, but now, as Jake’s footsteps fade, as Y/N’s body grows cold, she promises that she won’t let them take from her like this again. She will fight tooth and nail for what is hers, even if all she has is herself and the girl she will always love.

She won’t let them take her, not anymore.

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think-dry-thoughts · 7 months

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Here's the werewolf omo I promised. Sorry if the formatting sucks, I'm copying from my notes on mobile.

Connor stepped out of his truck onto the crisp fall leaves below him. One whiff into the air made him nervous, but he knew he had to be here. Connor had to make a good first impression with this pack, especially since he was freshly bitten didn't have one to belong to on his own. As much as he hated the idea, he knew his wolf would be in better control in a pack, and so he swallowed his pride and drove into their territory to try to make peace.

Connor didn't really know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. He had met with (and swiftly been rejected by) many other packs before, and none of them had lived like this. Most other packs had a home base, anywhere from a full neighborhood to at least an RV or two, but this was just a clearing in the woods with tents and a few sleeping bags scattered about. Connor's heart dropped a bit at the sight of it, not because he was disappointed in the arrangement, but because he needed something that he knew they didn't have. His bladder clenched a bit and he sighed, slamming his truck door shut and walking out into the property.

A few werewolves looked up at Connor, some of them looking a little more confused than others. Maybe it was the way he looked, which was way too nice to fit in with the majority of the people here, or maybe it was that his scent was just foreign. Connor knew that either way, he didn't belong. An older man stepped out from one of the tents and walked up to Connor.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Connor said, holding out his hand to greet the other man, "I've heard so much about your pack."

The other man raised an eyebrow at him before clearing his voice. "This isn't my pack. You must be the guy Levik's expecting."

Connor, a little embarrassed, dropped his hand and tucked it into his pocket. His first impression with a pack member and he'd already blown it. He thought for a second about cutting his losses and leaving, but the older man spoke up again.

"Levik is out patrolling the territory line, you can wait here if you'd like, I'd hate for you to have to hike out there," he said, sounding a little passive aggressive.

"It's okay," Connor retorted, "I'll head out there and see if I can find him."

Off he went into the woods, leaving the older man and his pack members to stare at Connor as he walked along. Not very long later, he passed the tree line, and wondered if he should just go back to his truck. He felt a little in over his head here, and frankly, his bladder was sitting a little more heavily than he would've liked. Nonetheless, Connor needed the approval of at least one pack before he turned again. His first time had been just three weeks ago, and it was unexpected and horribly out of control. He needed to find a pack that could help him control himself.

Connor pressed along through the trees, making his way over a few rock ranges and down past a river, where he decided to take a break. He sat on a rock, and despite the fullness of his bladder, he realized how tired and thirsty he truly was. He took a glance at the river, its crystal clear water babbling and rushing down through the forest.

"It couldn't hurt," Connor thought to himself. "After all, I am a werewolf."

Connor got down by the water, kneeling down and drinking it straight from the river with his hands. The water was so sweet and refreshing, he realized how thirsty and tired the trek had really made him, and he sipped on the water for quite some time before leaning against a tree to rest a bit.

He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but when Connor awoke, he noticed two things. It was pitch black outside, and his bladder had gone from full to practically throbbing. He realized he had slept at least a few hours, and he had no idea how to get back to his truck. Even with his heightened senses, everything looked the same out here, and speaking of heightened senses, he could feel his bladder screaming against his pants. He stood up, the pressure dropping even lower into his abdomen, and held himself for a minute before he was collected.

Connor thought for a moment about peeing on a tree, just letting it out right there, but the wolf inside him screamed at him not to. This wasn't his territory, and therefore, marking it could be dangerous. He would just have to hold it. He sniffed the air, trying to decide what direction to head in, and smelled neutral air from what he thought was not too far ahead. At least if he got to the neutral territory, he could hang out there for the night and actually relieve his bladder, but in here, he didn't have any idea what he was in for.

Connor pressed forward toward the smell, walking way more slowly than he had earlier in the day. His belt dug into his bladder, making every step absolutely agonizing, and since he was coming up from the river bank, the rocky path did not make it any easier. Connor loosened his belt slightly, just one hole. It felt a little better, but his body wasn't any less angry with him. He couldn't possibly loosen his belt anymore, though. If another wolf approached him in the woods and saw him with his belt undone, god knows the impression he'd make would be enough to have him kicked out at the very least.

As the walking went on, Connor began to wonder how far the territory line could really be. It had smelled so close, but he also hadn't been accounting for his enhanced sense of smell, especially at night. He started to wonder if it wouldn't just be faster if he turned around and went for the truck, but he had made up his mind now and his bladder wasn't really letting him change it. Connor pressed on, the pangs from his bladder going from a quiet whisper to a full on scream. He needed to go, and very soon, but he didn't know if he'd be able to make it out.

In his preoccupied state, Connor didn't see a log in his path, and he tripped over, landing flat on his stomach, sending waves of desperation through his body and chills down his spine. Fuck. He couldn't hold it anymore. He scrambled to his feet, his shaky hands unbuckling his pants. He was going to do this here, right in the forest.

He ripped his dick out of his pants, willing himself to go, but he couldn't. His wolf wouldn't let him, not on someone else's territory. He forced down on his bladder, pushing hard against it with his fist and squeezing with all his might, and he was able to produce one perfect stream. The wolf smelled the urine instantly, and forced him to stop instantly, sending a stabbing pain back into Connor's abused bladder. He tried with all his might to start up again, but it was like the wolf had a grasp on his bladder and wouldn't let it loose. He had to get to the territory line, and fast.

With shaky legs, Connor scrambled as quickly as he could, which was a hobbling walk, trying his best to clear the property line. His bladder screamed with every step, and he could feel the piss in his dick, but his body just wouldn't let it out. At this point, he'd be okay with just pissing his pants, as long as he could get the fullness to go away. He was so full, so fucking full. Tears began to stream down Connor's face as he slowly made his way toward the line.

Up in the distance, he finally saw it. At first, he thought it was a desperation induced mirage, but as he got closer, he realized it was real. There was a fence marking the property line. He was so close. In his joy, he dashed toward the line, his body screaming and a few drops of urine escaping, filling his senses with dread and joy at the same time. He got to the fence and realized that fuck, he needed to get over. If he could just scale the fence, he would be free. With his hands glued to his dick, though, and his knees practically sewn together, he knew there was just no way. He was truly trapped. Connor tried to let go, but his hands just couldn't stay away, and he tried to climb, but his legs were just too weak. It hurt so bad and he just needed the relief that was seconds away.

After a few attempts, Connor's legs gave out, and he fell to the floor, shaking and death gripping his dick for the last ounces of relief it gave him. He suddenly heard the snap of a twig behind him, and knew another wolf had found him. He could smell those few drops of piss in his pants, and remembered that he had spread his scent on the ground not too far back. He knew he was going to be punished. And yet, a firm but comforting hand rested on his shoulder and a soothing voice spoke up.

"Are you okay, friend?" the voice asked. "Why are you crying?"

"It fucking HURTS," Connor cried out through his sobs. "I'm sorry about the scent but I had to find Levik and I fell asleep and FUCK. It just hurts, please."

"You found me," the voice claimed, and the man stepped into view. This was the pack leader, and the anger Connor had expected to see on his face was actually just replaced with concern.

"What's hurting you?" Levik asked calmly.

Connor looked up at him with teary eyes, still grasping painfully at his cock and grinding his legs together to stop the throbs from his protesting bladder.

"I just, I don't want to ruin your territory," he mumbled, "but I just- nnghhh- I-"

Levik said nothing, but knelt down in front of the bursting werewolf and began to undo his belt. He unbuttoned Connor's pants, and pulled the zipper down swiftly.

"Is it okay if I take your pants down for you?" Levik asked.

"Please," Connor begged, "please help me, I have to pee, please!"

Connor's shaky hands tried to come off of his cock, but they wouldn't on their own. In one swift move, Levik grabbed them firmly and pried them away from Connor, then pulled the werewolf's dick out for him, aiming it down at the ground. He waited for the gush to come, and yet, nothing came.

"Y-your territory," Connor stuttered, "my wolf won't let me."

"Oh, poor thing. I see now," Levik said in a live of sheer pity. "I accept you into my pack, this territory is yours now."

The second Levik said the words, those perfect words Connor needed to hear, a spurt shot out of Connor's body. It was almost as if his bladder hadn't caught on yet, but once it realized it was free, the stream picked up strong. His piss splattered against the ground, the audible hissing painfully noticeable against the previously dry leaves on the ground. The ground couldn't soak up the piss nearly fast enough, and the pee started to puddle up and leak toward Levik, coating the leader's knees. When Connor realized, he tried to stop, he Levik simply shook his head to stop him from trying. The relief was almost dizzying, and Connor felt himself slumping over, the piss still rushing out of his body. Levik reached over and supported the man as the waves continued to pour out of his body. Connor's head rested against the man, and Levik could hear the moans of sheer relief coming from his new pack member. The sounds were almost erotic, and Levik did his best to ignore them as Connor continued to relax.

When the stream died down, Connor realized what he had done, and picked himself up off of Levik, refusing to make eye contact. The shame started to burn into his chest and his face felt hot, but then the scent hit him. He smelled like he belonged on the territory, and the marking here was his. He took a deep breath and composed himself, just to look up and see Levik standing up and beginning to free his own cock from his jeans.

"You know," Levik started, "I was planning on remarking this part of the territory today, so you've actually done me a huge favor."

Levik's dick began to spurt piss into Connor's puddle, and Connor could only watch in awe as the other werewolf emptied his bladder a mere foot from his face. When the werewolf's stream trickled off, he zipped himself up and offered his hand to Connor to help him up.

"It's not nearly as much as you did, but it'll hold down the fort for a while," Levik joked. "Come back to camp with me, we'll get you something to eat and get you cleaned up."

Connor smiled slightly and took the other werewolf's help, standing on his still shaky legs and following the man back to his camp. It had been painfully unconventional, but Connor had finally found the pack that could help him. He just hoped that in the future, he'd make a better impression.

#omorashi #pee kink #piss desperation #omocute #pee humiliation

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Imagine juyeon being your control freak boyfriend who feels like he needs to have a control of everything you do.

So when you be a brat and don’t listen to him:

You guys were going to go out for dinner and he told you to wear a short black dress to wear which was really really pretty but you were not in the mood to wear a dress so you came out wearing a pastel colour top with a cardigan on top and ripped jeans.

Seeing what you were wearing Juyeon got pissed and told you to go and wear the dress but you did not listen to him and you both started arguing.

Getting enough of what you were doing Juyeon dragged you inside your bedroom and fucked you till you passed out of exhaustion-

Very controlling capricorn man. Smut under the cut

Spanking + cl*t play + blowjob implied

Juyeon was already thinking of you, anyway, all that pretty skin. In the little dress he'd picked out for you, your pretty lithe little thighs would be on display. He was waiting for everyone to stare, knowing they could never have you, and then coming back home to suck hickeys everywhere on every soft wielding surface while you moaned your heart out. Juyeon~

When he'd bought the dress for you, he'd been so jittery, shaking his leg as you tried it on. "Give me a twirl." It was a command, not a request. You ended up on my lap, the back of your thighs feeling up his growing erection, at the end of it. He wasn't ripping the dress off you though—it wasnt time yet.

For the dinner he wanted you to wear it again. His pretty baby, the girlfriend he would show off—it was the celebration of a friend of a friend, he wasnt really well acquainted, and you didn’t even know them. All you had to do was show up in the little black dress and then everytime his hands snaked around your torso, hands rubbing your nipples through the fabric, shrouded in candlelight shadows, all you had to do was be quiet.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, short and curt. "it’s a evening-dress thing."

You frowned. "Hey, it’s cute to dress down—don’t tell me you’re a fashion cop now."

“Not. Jeans. To a dinner,” he says.

You sighed. You knew Juyeon was expensive, high maintenance, the kind of guy you please to keep, but this was just too controlling. Hes too set in his ways; any other boyfriend would just say you look cute. You deserved that much, didn’t you?

“I think I’m wearing this,” you say decisively.

“You're doing this to piss me off, arent you?” He cupped your face in one hand, his own close to your ears. “You wanna get punished that badly?”

You open your mouth to retort that no, you really didn’t care about what he thinks all that much-but Juyeon takes your open mouth into a fierce kiss, tongue in your mouth so violently invasive.

“Ju—”

He pushed you back by the shoulders back into the bedroom, holding you bent over the bed. "you’re going to change," he says, although you both know you wouldn't. "Fine."

You thought he would just fuck you from behind, bent over the bed, but once the jeans are around your ankles, the flat palm of his giant hands meet your ass in a loud sound, and a sharp pain. You don’t scream, you moan in surprise.

That's the perfect sound, and Juyeon brings his palm to your ass again, going a few more until he goes: “we werent counting. We go from one. Until 20, understand?”

“this is why I liked that little dress better,” he says, hands and tone almost too calm. “your ass is perfect to reach in them.” You kick the last off your jeans off and away from you, almost too receptive to punishment.

Juyeon pulls your panties just so the fabric catches on your clit and you moan. "Juyeon~" that's exactly what he wanted to hear. His finger toyed with your hot little button, almost like he was tickling you, until his thumb catches exactly where it is, and rubs it. You bury your head into the mattress and moan. "Ah, don’t stop-Ah!"

Juyeon spanked you finally again, and you’re dumbfounded for a bit.

"didn’t I tell you to count? We'll go again."

The next time his hand meets your ass, you scream, "one!" And "two!" But your clit feels so needy, his thumb was just there and then it wasn't. You try to rub against the bed to get off, which annoys him endlessly.

"Stop fucking squirming," he commands. When you do it again, just trying to cuddle into the soft mattress, he pulls you back by the shoulders, making you kneel on the floor. "Obviously you aren't a very good girl, are you?"

Already wet, the sound of his leather belt sliding through the loops coming off makes your cunt drip. You just stare up at him open-mouthed. "Yeah, you were always a little blow queen, dumb slut." He sighs as he takes his cock out of his underwear, half considerate of his expensive dress-shirt that he did not want to get stained. But he didn’t really care anymore—this was the best outcome this night could have, although he wouldnt readily admit it.

"If you can’t be a good girl, you should be a good little toy," he says, patting your head. You inch closer to his crotch, where he was holding himself, giant fingers rubbing over the head. "You ready to learn?"

#juyeon x reader #juyeon smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz x reader #juyeon imagine #tbz imagine #juyeon scenarios #juyeon hard hours #idk how many words n not proofread

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ₕₐᵢᵣ Fᵢₗₗₑd wᵢₜₕ ₛₑcᵣₑₜₛ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʏᴏᴋᴀɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Yokai (futakuchi onna) reader has long black hair,

A/N: I've been reading a lot about Yokai, one of my favorites is Tutakuchi Onna, so I wrote a small fic of that yokai. I may do more.

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You were somewhat odd, but people don't really take notice of your odd behavior because they're too busy looking at your beauty. Specially your long black hair, it was very long that it reached the back of your knees. Despite everyone only focused on your beauty, Astarion was very observant of those in the traveling companions. He was the one who took notice of your 'odd' behavior.

How you ate very little and how you'd save the rest for later. At first he thought that you were just being cautious due to the amount of food you received that day. Not only that, but you'd eat alone, you never really let anyone eat with you, not even him since you and him are getting closer. He assumed something was going on, where you seen somebody else? Or did you just want to be alone? He could respect that, he knows that people need some alone time. Then, food began to disappear at night. At first it wasn't big of a deal, since there were a few of you, but it got stranger. Huge amounts of food would be gone by the next day and no one knew who or what was eating it. Everyone thought that it was an animal coming by or something.

Another things is about your hair, now you never let anyone touch it. Specially the back of your head. One time that Astarion tried to touch your beautiful hair, you nearly ripped his head off. He never touched your hair again, without your permission at least. He couldn't help himself. He just liked to touch his lover's hair and caress it lovingly. Others didn't mind, but you did. What would be the reason for your outburst? He was now demented to know. Not only that, but he had seen your hair moving in battle, it was fast, but he saw it. As if, your hair had a mind of it's own. Or was he just seeing things? He couldn't get that thought out of his head, he had to know what was going on.

It was just any other night, everyone was most likely sleeping in their own bedrolls in their small tents and Astarion was out eating livestock in the woods. He's been exhausted from that day's mission. It felt long and as if their was no going anywhere. After he was done, he headed back to the camp, ready to get some shut eye. As he approached his tent, he couldn't help but hear a noise. Listening closely, it sounded as if someone was eating. Trying to track the noise, it was coming from your tent. So it was you who has been eating the food? Of course you would, you'd eat like a bird. You didn't eat much.

When he approached your tent, he peaked inside, just to see if his theory was true. But he was met with a whole new different thing. It wasn't you that was eating, but something at the back of your head. Looking closely, it looked like a pair of lips. Munching away at the food that you had saved that day earlier. He watched as your long hair had become some kind of tentacles grabbing the food. Looking down at your physical form, it was clear that you were sleeping. As you slept, the back of your head was practically eating the food you barely ate from. What were you? You looked human, but you weren't exactly a human. So, what were you really? He thought about asking you another day or maybe you'd tell him.

You were feeling guilty, as much as you wanted to tell the others about your second pair of lips, you couldn't. You thought that maybe they'd see you as a weirdo and look at you different. You didn't really have the courage to tell them. Not only that, but the fact that you couldn't really stop it, would only make it upset. If you didn't allow it to feed, it would scream non stop until your ear drums bursted. So you had to let it eat whatever it wanted. First you tried giving it the food you had saved, but it began to eat the other food that was saved for the next day. You had to find a way and time to tell them, but you'd just think of it a lot. How they'd react about your hidden secret.

The next day you were having a lot of thoughts taking over your head. It didn't make it better that the other pair of lips was whispering many things that sounded like gibberish. You were biting at your nails, nervously, overthinking. "What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?" You heard someone say, the you turned at the direction of the voice. It was the one and only Astariron. "Oh, hello Astarion.." you said, removing your hand away from you mouth. "Hello my dear, tell me. What is wrong? You look awfully anxious." He mentioned. You were, he could probably smell it on you. Should you tell him? Do you trust him enough that he won't go and tell everyone? You thought.

Looking down at your feet, as you fiddled with your fingers nervously. "I mean.." you paused, scratching the back of your neck. "I don't know how to put it.. I mean, I've never really told anyone.." You admitted, looking back at Astarion, who was standing there. Waiting patiently. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me anything now, or ever." He responded. "But I do, It's been eating me up for days." You said, very anxiously. "Alright alright, calm down dear." He said, taking you by the shoulders and sat you down on the tree trunk. Trying to get you to relax a bit. You took a few breathes. Trying to maintain and keep yourself calm.

A few minutes have passed. Now you were much calmer. "You alright now dear?" He asked you. Which you responded with a nod. "Much better." You said, a few moments of silence passed. Then you just blurted it out. "Ihaveanotherpairoflipsatthebackofmyhead." You said rapidly. Trying to just let it out. Astarion just looked at you, a bit wide eye by how open you just were. "So, you have another pair of lips in the back of your head?" He repeated what you had said, but in a form of a question. You only nodded, hiding your face with your face with your hands. Afraid that the might say something mean to you or accuse you of something. "Oh darling! That's nothing out of the ordinary. At least to me." He said with a wide smile.

You looked up at him, seen how he didn't react the way you thought he'd react. "It's not? But, I have another mouth at the back of my head. I've been the one who's been taking the food." You added, as a way to test him a bit. "So? I sort of figured it was you. I mean, you barely eat anything and not to mention that one night." He said. This made your heart sink a bit. "Wait, you saw?" You asked him, now getting nervous. "Yeah, by accident. I just wanted to confirm my theory. It made me worry seeing that you barely ate anything. I was going to have a talk with you about that. But I came across that, so I didn't intervene." He explained.

"So you knew, but you didn't freak out and tell everyone?" You asked him, he only nodded. This was new to you, every time someone were to find out about your secret, they'd freak out and go tell everyone about it. This felt as if a huge bolder was taken off your shoulders. "Well, That was unexpected." You admitted. "I take that you're not used to that kind of confession?" He asked you. "No, normally someone would run away, thinking they'll be eater by the other lips." You explained, this made him curious. "Well... can you?" He asked you. "I can." You admitted. "You remember what happened to that one mugger that tried to mug us and he suddenly disappeared?" You asked him. "Yeah, that was odd, I was just about to-" he paused. Thinking about what you had said. "You had something to do with it?" He asked you. All you did was raise your brow at him, indicating that he was right. "You are just filled with secrets are you?" he asked, with a toothy grin. "I guess so." You responded, feeling your face heat up a bit. "Well, I wouldn't mind learning all of them, in due time." He told you with a smirk. Only making your face get even hotter.

#astarion x reader #astarion x y/n #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion x fem reader #astarion x fem tav reader #astarion fic #astarion fluff #female reader #female y/n #tav reader #yav y/n #yokai reader #yokai y/n #cereza's writing #cₑᵣₑzₐ'ₛ wᵣᵢₜᵢₙg #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

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