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how to get over the loss of fumbling a bad bitch
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do you have any headcannons about nadja of antipaxos with a shy girlfriend?? do you think she would tease them alot(especially during sex), would she be really soft around them, or how would she try to help them come out of their shell?
𝐍𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐬/𝐨:
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, 🔞18+ talk so no minors please!
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𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞
thank you for your question!
ENTJ
Slytherin
Chaotic Neutral
Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Scorpio Rising
・What your question reminds me of is Jenna back in season 1 where Nadja sees her being bullied and goes 'She's gonna make those motherfuckers pay' (obviously not in those exact words as I cannot remember)
・And then without thinking she makes Jenna into a vampire so she can get her revenge
・But I think Nadja has a part of her that's soft for girls that are outsiders, or forgotten about or deemed unworthy.
・She would definitely help the girl/young woman come out of her shell. Either by changing them into a vampire (if they so desire), because that would definitely be her first option in helping you
・Then she would bring a piece of parchment, an inkpot and quill - and ask about what scares you. After writing it down, she would go and experience your fears with you
・I don't think she would tease you, not until you have spent a lot of time together. I'm talking like a couple months to years. Because she knows it would be cruel to tease someone who isn't confident give tit for tat.
・But when you have sex, she does like to tease you, to make you beg for what you want. She likes to hear it.
・Nadja would flirt with you here and there throughout your time together
・But when she keeps on seeing you, there's this tension that would start building
・And her playfulness starts to dissipate and transform into lust
・She would try to keep it from you but it would be way too obvious with her comments about how good you look or how nice you smell
・And obviously you ... have the same feelings ... so you give the same comments. And for a while, it's a sort of cat and mouse game.
・And then one day, she just ... pounced on you. And with as much vigor, you reciprocated.
・Being around Nadja just gives you this extra confidence.
・If you stayed human, then she would be into blood play - sucking a little of your blood from your neck and kissing you
・She's obsessed with your smell and the way your body moves when you're together
・She could smell you from a mile away
・Oh and she would LOVE public sex. She has absolutely no shame. Because she can get away with anything and everything.
・There are no limits with Nadja; she can help you to transform into the person you want to be easily
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Curious and Wide-Eyed x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute
Literal Angel (You) x Smooth Devil (Nadja)
Cold Hearted (Nadja) x The One Who Makes Them Soft (You)
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Older Woman Woos Younger Woman
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie
#witchthewriter#headcanons#nadja smut#nadja x you#nadja headcanons#nadja x reader#nadja of antipaxos#nadja wwdits#guillermo#nandor#wwdits fx#what we do in the shadows#what we do in the shadows headcanons#witch the writer's headcanons
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swinging out the gate with pure filth but i recently stumbled upon a scout voice line that made me cream my pants (tumblr doesn't allow links as anon so i'm putting extra parentheses to make sure it doesn't appear as one (https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/4/48/Scout_domination20.wav))
anyways it got me heavy thinking about dom scout because i really truly think this boy is a sadistic motherfucker. huge ego and need to be the best, especially growing up the youngest sibling? having someone stupidly fucked out for him blows his mind.
and i KNOW for a FACT he has a daddy kink, too, and wants a real title to hear the power he has in the moment (plus there's another scout voice line that says "come to daddy" so it's essentially confirmed because i said so).
he's still a little bit of a teenage horndog about it, rolling his eyes back and getting a little nervous when you actually do submit, because he was prepared for a fight.
i would almost say he prefers it, wanting the struggle and the power that comes with quelling the flame in you but never fully, trying to push buttons to get you to give him a shove or a nasty remark so he has an excuse to pounce on you like a predator.
"yeah? you like that? gettin' fucked on daddy's dick?" almost really talking to himself when he drills into you as fast as he physically can, positioned in missionary because he wants to see that pretty face (and tits).
he wants to see overstimulation paint your features, you know that. he also wants to see that feisty side of you just so he can tame it. you push his abdomen the best you can, hands really just shoving his shirt that he didn't bother to take off. it's not working, and all he can do is laugh at your pathetic attempt.
you yank the dog tags that dangle in front of your face, sort of wet because of the sweat he's pouring, not due of the physicality but rather that he's so worked up and thrilled that he's heating up. the chain wrings around the back of his neck a little, not necessarily doing the damage you hoped for. in fact, you can see a switch flip and his eyes darken. uh oh.
his hands slam around your neck, having previously been attached to your waist, and squeeze so hard your vision goes fuzzy at the edges and all the blood rushes from your head. "you wanna choke me? how's it feel ta be fuckin' choked, huh? stupid bitch." he's degrading, harsh because he knows he can be. your eyes well u with tears, threatening to spill, and he grins like a wolf. he loves it.
"oh, what, you gonna cry? you gonna cry now?" he spits at you. that's all it takes before the waterworks start, cooling your warm cheeks and letting him know he's won this round.
there's nothing that stops you from cumming on his cock, completely overwhelmed by feeling and so far gone that it doesn't even matter. scout's overjoyed that he's got a pretty girl so fucking stupid for him that she can't even control her body anymore. he gets so high off the feeling that he can't help but bark out every filthy thought and word he has, a reminder that he is conscious enough to talk and you're so braindead you can't form a word.
"aww" he wipes your tears with the pad of his thumb, "don' cry kid, i'm not even bein' that cruel!" he taps his thumb against your lips, scowling when you turn your head to avoid his digit. he grabs your chin to force your eyes on his. "open up and suck my fuckin' thumb or ill replace it with my cock and fuck your face."
im making my mark as 👽 emoji because i will 100% be back to write more
HELL O?? HELLO 👽!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!! MAKING OUT WITH THE SIDE OF YOUR NECK RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK
thank you so much for sending me this, a bit blown awayy right now, i must say. top-tier scout characterization, on GOD. He is MEAN. he is literally a one man bully squad- of course he's gonna overdo it act like a total maniac getting nasty with his obsession.
i love this because i love writing Scout as on the more dominant side, but in a almost playfully sadistic kind of way.
#tales from the ask box#👽 anon#im so locked in on you right now#ok but it's crazy bc i have this scout piece i've been working on and i like it a lot#and it was sooo fun to touch on something a bit different#yandere x reader#x reader#yandere self ship#yandere tf2#yandere team fortress 2 x reader
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BRING IN BOEING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, FUCK!!
Honestly wat a ride!!
Mew
Man, Mew is one scary motherfucker!! He had Boston on his knees lmaoo, and that's after punching him and almost playing his sextape TO HIS FATHER!!
Book ate this ngl. Power moves left and right. The true MVP for 2 weeks straight. But after this high comes the crash, jumping into a relationship with ur best friend who is madly in love with you so soon after getting cheated on is not the win he seems to think it is.
Also, reputation era mew dresses like Ray lol.
Ray
Speaking of Ray, man you apologized to EVERYONE except SAND, the one u called a whore?the one who followed u and saved your life? Look at your life and your choices, boy...
He's been waiting for Mew to give him a chance for so long, he's obviously gonna take it lol. But feel like it's gonna hurt him in the long run.
Finally,we met Daddy Ray!!didn't think it would happen!! Thinking he's gonna play a bigger part in the coming eps, esp with Sand..
Raymew getting together now right now is gonna destroy them both. Mew has not dealt with any of the baggage yet. And he has this idea of "no more mister nice guy/boring virgin" so feel like Ray's addiction is gonna play a bigger part in their "relationship" now.Mew is gonna wanna "let loose" and we see the police in the preview.
Ray is basking in the glory of "getting" Mew, he's obviously gonna celebrate with drinks and drugs.
A shame cos, him denying he's an alcoholic to Sand, i thought we'd finally see some discussion on his dependence and abuse, but NOPE, NOT TODAY, why can't I have nice things?
In the preview, we see him interrupting Sand's hookup AGAIN. Hope we get some conflict in the Sandray dynamic. I want some pushback from Sand.
Sand
Babygirl I love you. You're so sexy, don't do this urself haha...
I was hoping that Ray's dad paid him to look after him and that's why he's immediately all buddy buddy with ray. Since the scene kinda cut out, I'm still holding out hope for it to be true.
I can kinda see him agreeing to it like, oh this guy already thinks im just a whore, why not get paid??
But he did say he doesn't see money in love and friendship. I remember First saying that Sand has to deal with his all his feelings alone in the series and it just makes me feel sad for him.BRING BOEING BACK ALREADY!!
in the future eps, I want to see Ray absolutely obsessed with Sand and being soo pathetic about him. Like foaming at the mouth over Sand talking to Boeing anyone.
On the fence about their endgame tho. I love firstkhao but this ain't healthy man, my heart is hurting. Do Not take the fall for Ray next week, pls!! I'm on my knees here kinda like boston
NICKY BOY
My other baby girl, imma give you like one more ep to cry over Boston, then u gotta move on, c'mon son!
Also, interesting how he didn't reveal it was Sand who gave the sex audio to Boston, but immediately told Mew about Gap, the weirdo. Like, That was Life Ruining Info™ and he just gave it away lol.
Boston
Well, well,well,how the turntables...
Neo is killing it, i don't know if anyone else would be able to pull off Boston so well.
Kitty seemingly lost his claws this week,but he's waiting for a chance to pounce alright. He's just licking his wounds for now. But, all of the mewkarma was so satisfying.
Top
Broooo, he's sobbing all alone in his bed, thinking about past dates. Honestly i cackled like a witch.
No more Mr.Top Tier then?
I expect more grovelling and begging from him, maybe then he'll become more interesting to me idk
#only friends the series#only friends series#raysand#sandray#first kanaphan#ofts#firstkhao#khaotung thanawat#only friends#boston#nick ofts#topmew#raymew#sandnick#bostonnick
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Heart to Heart
As Striker stepped into Crimson's opulent mansion in the Greed ring, he felt a chill creeping up his spine despite the warm interior. The imposing shark bodyguards flanked him, their presence a constant reminder of the power Crimson wielded.
He had been summoned by the imp mafia boss, probably to give him another task.
In the lavish living room, Crimson awaited, his smile oozing with false warmth.
"Ah, Striker, my old friend, welcome! Come in, come in, want something to drink? Something to eat?"
Crimson greeted, his tone unsettlingly cordial.
Suspicion gnawed at Striker's gut. Crimson's overly friendly demeanor felt like a facade, a thinly veiled trap waiting to spring shut. Nevertheless, he played along, feigning a smile of his own.
He did not sit down when offered a chair, nor accepted anything to eat and drink.
"Crimson, good to see you again. What can I do for you?"
Crimson's smile widened, but there was a cruel glint in his eyes that sent shivers down Striker's spine.
"Oh, Striker, it's not what you can do for me. It's what I will do to you."
Confusion flickered across Striker's features. This wasn't what he expected.
"What...?"
Before he could react, Crimson's demeanor shifted, his expression darkening as he signaled to his guards. In an instant, they pounced, seizing Striker and pinning him down with brutal efficiency.
Realization dawned on Striker too late. Crimson hadn't called him here for a job; he'd called him here to settle a score.
Fear and rage clenched at his heart as Crimson's sadistic intentions became clear.
"You washed-up mafioso BASTARD!!"
He hissed, struggling against his captors, and with his tail he actually managed to whip the face of one of them, temporarily blinding him.
He kicked and punched and bit, but the sharks were too many and too heavy.
They took his angelic guns, rope and knife at the door, and he was mentally kicking himself for being so stupid.
Crimson merely chuckled, relishing in his prey's futile attempts at escape.
The mafia boss's calm demeanor belied the storm brewing within him as he approached Striker, cigar smoke swirling around him like a sinister fog.
"You see, Striker," Crimson began, his voice a low, menacing rumble, "You failed me. And in my line of work, failure cannot go unpunished. Your brilliant plan to kidnap Blitz and Fizzarolli, nearly cost me everything."
As the acrid smoke stung Striker's eyes, Crimson's words cut deep, each syllable dripping with venomous disdain.
"One of my best lawyers, gone at the hands of Asmodeus. Half of my men, decimated by Blitz's and that clown's crazy antics. And let's not forget the warehouse debacle. All our resources, all our hard work, reduced to rubble in an instant."
The weight of Crimson's fury bore down on Striker, suffocating him with the realization of the chaos he had wrought. His stomach churned as he braced for Crimson's wrath to come crashing down upon him.
"And now, cowboy..."
Crimson continued, his voice calm and cold.
"You and Blitz will pay for every single problem you've caused me. Every setback, every loss, will be repaid in blood."
"Oooh, I'm trembling in my boots-GAAHH!"
Striker cried out when Crimson put the lit cigar on his cheek, burning him, using him as an ashtray.
"You better tone down that Wrathian arrogance of yours, cowboy."
With a sharp snap of his fingers, Crimson commanded his men to secure Striker, their movements swift and decisive. Striker's protests were futile as they bound his hands and feet, rendering him powerless.
"Take him to the cellar. Let him meet his cellmate."
Crimson ordered while smirking evilly.
As Striker was forcibly taken away, a sense of dread washed over him.
He needed to escape, but how?
As the sharks unceremoniously threw him inside a dark cellar made of concrete and steel, Striker raged against the reinforced door, punching it several times and even leaving a few dents.
"I'M GONNA RIP YOUR ORGANS AND FEED 'EM TO MY HORSE, YOU MISERABLE MOTHERFUCKER!!"
@tangledfate
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Honestly idle rambling on my part but the "Jason finds out Dick killed Joker" thing made me imagine like.
Stephanie and Red Hood had an understanding.
If they had some kind of common enemy, they'd be fine with collaborating, share info and the like. Jason would ensure to not make her an accessory to anything, and she'd not involve herself with cases against him.
The other didn't like it, even Cass tended to be a bit grumpy with her but barring Bruce rambling about manipulation and morality and unreliability nothing much came of it. He'd worked with Bane over a faux familial connection after all, and all of them had nominal enemies they could share a drink with, Catwoman not withstanding.
Thus, how Steph had found herself fighting King Shark to destroy some weapons shipments with Red Hood. And more to the point, how she found herself after the fact having a bobba tea with him as they wrapped up the traffickers files.
She couldn't say exactly what brought it out, something to do with gangs and wars and death led to her death and...
"It doesn't bother you? That thy let him walk? Not even a memorial in the cave." Bruce would say this was manipulation, Stephanie would say Jason picked morbid conversation topics with people he vibed with and not realize it was weird.
Stephanie threw back a cola stolen from the traffickers minifridge and answered. "I mean the last one pisses me off sure, but the others... Well I'm kinda pissy at the second one, we're vigilantes, nothing was stopping B from putting Mask in hospital once he got his shit together but that might have started another war so..." She waved her hand. "As to the first one, I made the call not to kill him, kinda regret it some days, but it was an honest decision at the time."
Jason hums, not seeming sure what to say or maybe realizing this was a weird topic to broach. "Fair enough I suppose, still always struck me as 'rude' though, not that its a surprise."
Stephanie arched her brow and without thinking said, "Hey you know Nightwing killed Joker over you right?"
Jason spat out his drink.
"wHaT!?"
"Oh shit you didn't know?"
Jason was staring at her intently, through two laters of material sure but it was still a stare.
"I was like fifteen, Joker was on some semi suicidial chaos spree and he'd caught then Robin. Nightwing beat him senseless but stopped himself till the Joker threw out your name and was all, 'I hit him harder than that, that was his name right?'" Stephanie at least had the good manners not to throw out people's real names in public.
She leaned back, arms folding, "At which point Nightwing lost his motherfucking mind. Pounced on him and just started beating him while howling like a beast, I have never seen such blood spatters outside of like, car crashes and Meta."
She shrugged, "Anyway Joker's heart gave out somehow and Nightwing sort of started having a breakdown about it. I didn't get it I was like, 'hey everyone who was alive before this is alive now and Joker's dead, cool right' But apparently I was the only one."
Jason nodded slowly, "Batman brought him back then?"
"Got it one one outlaw, some shit about not forcing him to live with it, which sounds weird to me but technically Robin the previous has killed a guy but cos he didn't actually die it didn't count I guess? I mean legally speaking sure but I figured this was always an ethics issue."
Jason shook his head not really paying attention to the forms anymore.
"You OK man?"
He shrugged, "I mean it doesn't mean anything now, Joker's still around, still killing people, but it was a nice sentiment. I definitely wouldn't have been making cracks about him if I'd known that."
"Fair enough, anyway if we're cool I'm gonna go hand these off to some worthwhile reporters."
"Sure, I got my own stuff to do, deniability for you an all that though."
"Yeah, yeah, have a good one man," She clapped him on the shoulder and he seemed steady so she left.
A week later Joker died in an Arkham break out attempt.
Also Dick got a very nice fruit basket several days before that.
Stephanie was the only one who knew the connection, but she kept her peace.
Things that I love: Stephanie and Jason partnering up, Joker dying, and this. Thank you for sharing!
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I'm bored let's talk Warriors Cats Gladers
YOU READ THAT RIGHT. FUCK YEAH. I'M BACK ON MY BULLSHIT GRIND. NOW WITH STUPIDITY TENFOLD
Thomas: Brightpaw/Brightwind
Prefix Bright- because he symbolizes hope UwU with a -wind suffix because. running
Alby: Leafstar/Leafpounce
something nature-related for the Glade. He's leader so he gets the automatic -star treatment, but I feel like his warrior name would've been something like -pounce or -scratch (Leafscratch doesn't sound right, though)
Newt: Newtfire/Newtstar
Newt- is a valid warriors cats prefix, and I wanted to give him a -fire suffix to balance with Alby's nature theme
Minho: Rushclaw
Prefix Rush- for obvious reasons, and -claw because that man knows nothing but Violence™ (it's okay we love him for it)
Chuck: Softpaw/Softwind
He's Softpaw for most of book one. He's given his warrior name when he gets shot by Gally and bleeds out in Thomas' arms. He tells Thomas that, in a world where he could've lived, he would've wanted to be named Softwind. Named after Thomas himself, whose warrior name is Brightwind.
Kinda like Badgerfang?
In Safe Haven, they carve Chuck's warrior name into the rock.
Teresa: Falconcall
Falcons hunt by dropping out of the air at speeds above 200mph, and that kind of SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER energy really suits Teresa. Suffix -call because of her telepathy with Thomas
Gally: Scorchbite
Another character who gets a fiery name :D Plus -bite as a suffix because, again, Violence™
Brenda: Morningstorm
Suffix -storm just fits her. I'm not sure how to explain it. She's so unpredictable yet somehow so cool and collected as well. Also prefix Morning- to represent change/a fresh start because Scorch Trials
Jorge: Lionhunt
Thought about giving him the -star suffix, but figured someone like movie Jorge wouldn't take on the leader name, even if he was in a leadership role. So I just gave him the prefix Lion- instead (king of the jungle, yadda yadda)
Blondie: Fangspider
equal parts stupid and threatening. what more could you ask for from the man that shot Thomas
#sorry got a little sad in the last post. it will happen again I'm a sad person#in the meantime have warriors cats#because I have nothing better to do with my life apparently#maze runner#headcanons#wc#warrior cats#I don't take constructive criticism because I'm not wrong#<- I'm tempted to make a joke about how this might be the first time I'm wrong but. I refuse to#fuck it I am a genius and never wrong#I'm not clogging my ''I'm bored let's talk'' tag with this bullshit
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I had an idea for a time loop, but it has more to do with Viral Hit - and if those characters were also in a time loop. It also has a lot of crack in it.
What if Taehoon and Daniel meet in one of the time loops during middle school and Taehoon is new to the time loops, but seeing a poor kid get beat up tugs at him and he decided to help Daniel train.
Eventually he meets Yeonwoo and Dowoon earlier and Dowoon survives (bc I don't want him to die) and he rescues them more successfully this time around. He also makes other friends who do different martial arts and they go around beating up bullies and gangsters
He still does have the 'bully' reputation, but it's more like Vasco's this time around. Cue Daniel actually getting in shape but not looking like a completely different person - like buff and tall with some chub) when he somehow goes to J High and meets Gun and Crystal.
Gun tries to fight with him and Taehoon subsequently finds out his friend student got beat up and decides Guess I'll 1080 kick this guy.
Cue Gun simping for Taehoon and hitting on him and Taehoon actually not hating it - all while Daniel is trying to get with Jay and keep the fighting psycho Crystal's bodyguard away, Taehoon's friends wheezing, and Yoo Hobin company betting on this weird guy's weird flirting tactics.
I'm so sorry for how long this idea was.😭 I just had a crack idea and wanted to share.
(Okay so, I haven't actually gotten around to ready Viral Hit yet, but I did some research and I think I did quite well for myself. Thoughts? Also, love, love, love the prompt, and thank you very much for it. If you have any other similar or different ideas feel free to send them my way!)
Danny, despite all his training and losing so much of his weight, still had baby fat on his cheeks, making him look like a squirrel. That was the first of Taehoon's problems. The second came in the form of one psychotic black-eyed bodyguard currently standing over the fallen form of his young stupid little squirrel-faced minion.
He.Saw.Red.
The motherfucker didn't even know what hit him until his face was plastered on the sidewalk and Taehoon was staring down at him with contempt with one leg still raised in the air. The newly dubbed 'satan's secret lovechild' rose slowly and turned to the brown-haired boy with what could only be described as an utterly filthy look. While outward the boy remained nonchalant he was inwardly squirming with a mix of disgust and worry.
"Gun stop this or I'll have my father pair you up with Goo again." The girl who had watched the whole debacle go down finally intervened when 'satan's secret lovechild' looked ready to pounce (and not entirely in an aggressive fight-y way).
The bodyguard grumbled but complied and got into the driver's seat of the car while Taehoon lifted Danny up by his arm. The smaller boy squirmed as the taekwondo prodigy let go of his arm only to grab him by the ear and begin lecturing him.
"Have I taught you nothing-"
The car drove out of the parking lot and the bickering pair was left behind, although Gun's thoughts kept straying to the strong boy. In the passenger seat, Crystal discreetly shifted closer to the window and tried to ignore the perverted grin on her bodyguard's face with all her might. She did not want to know what weird fantasies he was currently having and she sent a quick prayer for the pitiful soul that had attracted his eye.
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You gave me a cat, so I'm going to talk about my cats. Some interesting factoids about them:
The first cat I can remember was my cat Puff. He was a fluffy black cat that I named after Puff the Magic Dragon, because I have always named my cats after characters, even when I was like 7, apparently.
I used to draw Puff everywhere. I particularly remember drawing him as a firefighter for some reason.
I once had a cat who had two kittens, and I named the kittens Sephiroth and Quistis. Quistis was semi-feral and never came around (they were outdoor cats), but Sephiroth was quite nice. It turned out Sephiroth was a girl, and she lived a good, long indoor life with my niece after being renamed Penny Pinknose.
My family had a thing for a while about naming all our pets after different kinds of cheeses. This started when my sister decided to name her kitten Cheese.
The fandom I have had the most pets named after is Ace Attorney. I've had Phoenix, Apollo, Miles, and Franziska. Part of the reason Miles and Fran have their names was because I've had three pets named after Harry Potter characters, and I didn't want that to be the fandom I had the most pets named after anymore.
My next highest amount of pets named after a certain fandom is a tie between Metal Gear Solid and Homestuck. Yes, in case you didn't know, Pounce was a Homestuck cat. I'm not sorry because Homestuck is not actually a thing I'm ashamed of liking.
One time I had two rats named Frank and Dave and then I got a job where I worked with two dudes named Frank and Dave, and it was really surreal.
I one time had this betta fish that I bought because he was dying on the shelf at Walmart and I felt bad for him. He was tiny and red and angry (he would blow out his frills whenever he saw me) so I named him after Edward Elric. I bought him a ten gallon tank with a filter and all that jazz, and this motherfucker was the horniest fish I've ever had. He made a bubble nest so big it covered the entire top of the tank (even with the filter constantly destroying some of it).
Those last two points weren't about cats. Oops.
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Hello, can I request 14. Every time I come home there are more tiny pumpkins everywhere and it’s driving me insane from your autumn prompts list, with Alex being the one who's being driven insane?
- @michelangelinden
Also for @floating-in-the-blue who asked for Willex + 14
Listen, it wasn't like Alex minded the way all his friends seemed to go insane about fall every year. He was used to Luke pouncing on him whenever he saw someone had placed a pumpkin at their front door, hollering 'it's decorative gourd season, motherfucker'!. He thought it was cute that Reggie, Flynn, and Julie did a Pumpkin Spice Latte Grand Tour to find which coffee shop had the best one. (Even if he always needed to call for backup when they came to the studio full of seventeen small PSLs worth of caffeine.)
He helped Reggie and Carlos hang up their ghost lights in the studio, he complimented Mister Molina's wreath on the door, and he quietly wondered why everyone seemed to be celebrating the start of flu season. Still, he didn't want to be a killjoy over something so harmless. He had way better things to be a killjoy about.
So when the first pumpkins arrived in his apartment, he didn't even notice at first. They were clustered in a little group of three on his coffee table. It was right after The Great Pumpkin Spice Latte Disaster Of 2022, so he almost managed to convince himself that maybe he'd put them there himself. Despite his best attempts (and because Luke and Willie were no help) they'd dragged him to the dollar store. Reggie kept adding fall and Halloween themed stuff to their basket, even though they said they just wanted some snacks.
He'd tried to put them back discretely, but clearly some had come home with them. Maybe he'd taken some home with him.
But then more pumpkins arrived. Another three, clustered on his book shelf, next to his favourite cactus, the one Willie called Alex Junior. One on his nightstand, on top of the book he was reading. Three lined up on the top of his ancient not-that-flat-screen TV. One in the soap dish in his shower.
It would be cute if Alex didn't live alone.
Reggie was the only one who had an emergency key, but Reggie swore up and down that he hadn't broken in to keep leaving tiny pumpkins at his place. In fact, at the anxious look on Alex' face, he carefully asked if Alex was okay and if he wanted Reggie to sleep over or something.
He almost said yes, but somehow that made his whole 'tiny pumpkins keep appearing in my apartment and I'm worried I might be axe-murdered by an evil Halloween spirit or a serial killer who has a Tiny Gourd Fetish' anxiety feel more real and grounded in reality. It probably wasn't that. It was probably just Luke playing a prank or something. Right?
He was fine. Totally fine. It wasn't freaking him out or anything.
But then one day, he came home, to find Willie perched on top of a stool on top of his coffee table, carefully trying a pumpkin on a seethrough string to his ceiling fan.
"YOU!"
"Hey, Hotdog!" Willie said cheerfully, finishing up his handiwork with a flourish before hopping down.
Alex spluttered at the lack of guilt. "You... how... you don't have a key!" Not that he didn't want his boyfriend to have a key. He was waiting for their anniversary in a few weeks to ask him to move in with him, okay? He had this whole romantic date planned.
"Babe, you think I need a key to get into your apartment?" Willie asked. "That's so cute." He came over and pressed a kiss to Alex' cheek. "Do you like it?" he asked, making jazzhands at the now seemingly floating pumpkins above his coffee table.
"I just... why?" was all that would come out of Alex' mouth.
"Because you love the season so much," Willie said. "But you never decorate or do anything for yourself. I wanted to do something special for you."
"I don't... I- okay." The fact that Willie had gone through all this trouble just to do something to make Alex smile made his heart hurt. He pulled Willie close, kissing him thoroughly.
"I love it."
Maybe he did like fall a little after all.
#willex#julie and the phantoms#fanfic#I wrote a thing#alex mercer#willie throckmorton#the pain I suffered calling it fall instead of autumn#it's decorative gourd season motherfuckers#willie you're trying to be a good boyfriend but you have fundamentally misunderstood the situation#except for how maybe you haven't#ALEX FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE TRYING TO NOT BE A SARCASTIC ASSHOLE ABOUT SOMETHING#Willie: ah yes he must love the season as much as his friends#willie's top tip for being a good boyfriend: crime
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I said I was going to do this - so here it is ; I'm hoping to "outdo" the outdated fanfictions on Wattpad w this one / just a fair warning this'll be pretty raunchy ( plus i've been itching to write a fiction for the longest time ) anyways here it is ( pls dont sue me )
Warning(s): SMUTTY / mild language / alcohol use /
You glide the eyeshadow brush carefully on your eyes as you stare ever so focused into the bathroom mirror, your fingers begin to tremble as you remember you'd see Max again tonight , as you feel your face become warm remembering the way you felt around him . The rush of adrenaline and nervousness around him, the way you'd twirl your hair unintentionally while talking to him with his gentle gaze.
Although the last thing you wanted to do was break "friend-code" although all you wanted to do was pounce on him. You wanted him to yourself, the jealousy became unbearable .
You finish layering mascara on your eyes , quickly batting your lashes admiring yourself in the mirror as your phone buzzes through your jeans, you knew George was there to pick you up . As you look through the window seeing George's car .
"shit"
You murmur to yourself , quickly grabbing some shoes as you swing the door open running out to the car.
You hear the click of the door unlock as George pats the passenger seat
"Hey beautiful"
He sarcastically rolls his head back as you roll your eyes .
"Where's Ian?"
You raise an eyebrow looking around the car , as Ian pops up behind the seat
"JESUS"
You yelp as George flinches
"George said he drops money in here all the time, I'm digging around"
Ian alters his voice pointing like a mad scientist
"is he drunk"
You glare over at George as he gives a quick nod , driving slowly down a dark Road as Ian mumbles sentences that make no sense in the back seat .
"How's Max.."
You break the silence feeling your arm hair stand up thinking George knew something was up.
"he's fine, I don't know shit , ask him at the party."
George raises his eyebrow as he gives a quick smirk
"why do you ask, what do you like him or something"
He chuckles under his breath knowing he was teasing you
"am I not allowed to ask how OUR friend is?"
You roll your eyes trying not to laugh
"You're just being weird, you're kind of quiet tonight"
He shows concern in his voice as you quickly look out the window attempting to hide your face from him.
"I'm just sleepy"
You sarcastically yawn as George shrugs , pulling into the driveway as you hear faint music from the house.
The cool night breeze brushes against your arms , as you feel the shiver of nerves rush through your body.
"Geor-gi-ee!!"
Ian yells from the Car banging the car door from the inside
"HELP ME GET OUT"
He yells as the car window fogs up , George rolls his eyes as he walks back to the car, opening the door .
"Ian the door was open"
He huffs as Ian giggles
"I knew, i knew it was open, I just wanted to see you mad"
Ian slips out of the car as George sarcastically kicks Ians shoes.
The three of you walk into the house, as the scent of vodka and sweat filling your lungs, the floor was almost vibrating from the music, and the swarm of people huddled into the living room was almost gross.
You hear someone yell
"ITS MOTHERFUCKING GEORGE MILLER"
Across the room, as George quickly leaves you and Ian suddled in the doorway by yourselves.
"I knew he'd leave us"
Ian shouts trying to drown out the music.
As he runs into the crowd suddenly, as you roll your eyes knowing this would happen. Leaving you standing alone in the doorway , quickly grabbing the nearest bottle of gin closeby, as you chug the bottle.
"hey where'd you get the gin?"
You move the bottle from your lips noticing Max standing right infront of you, wearing a black turtleneck, a gold chain, and his round glasses.
"Max?! Holy shit hey!"
You shout as you give him a quick side hug as he asks where George and Ian where, you explain to him quickly as he nods.
"Let's go somewhere quiet"
He slurs across his words grabbing your wrist guiding you through the heaps of people leading you into the bathroom .
The music became muffled as he shuts the door
"I couldn't hear shit out there, It's been awhile y/n , I want to catch up"
He was clearly drunk, the most you could do was just sit and listen to him ramble. The buzz of the alcohol runs through your body as Max explains why the both of you hadn't seen each other in awhile.
It was either the alcohol or the tension you felt around him but you almost toned his story out, as you gaze into his eyes feeling yourself get distracted, as the words slip out of your mouth in a daze
"Max, kiss me"
You mumble as his eyes widen
"Kiss you?"
He holds back a cheeky smirk while tilting his head in confusion
"Kiss me Max"
You nod as your eyes batter, quickly he goes in for a kiss without hesitation , gliding his soft fingers through your hair , moving his lips in synchronized with yours. The fresh minty lip balm on his lips was tasty , not to mention he was a great kisser .
His movements become more intense as his fingers slowly slide down your body keeping his movements quickly.
His hands explore your body, moving his fingers in your waistband, quickly gliding his finger across your pantyline.
"You sure you want to do this"
He exhales out of breath as you nod
"You're so irresistible y/n, how couldn't I?"
He hisses under his breath reaching his hand behind you locking the door, grabbing your shirt and quickly pulling it off over your head.
"fuck me Max, I'm begging you"
You groan knowing all you wanted was him .
He smacks his lips back on yours sliding his finger along your bra strap , teasing you in every way he could.
As you take control pulling your bra straight off, as his hand cupps your breast kissing more intensely, moving his lips down your body, starting from your neck down to your belly button. Throwing your head back on the door as he looks up to you, giving a cheeky smirk sliding your panties down.
Standing back up as he caresses you with his hands, concentrating on his movements as you shiver in pleasure, his thrusts become faster as his arm reaches under your thigh, holding it up as his thrusts become faster and faster.
His breath becomes heavier as sweat drips down his face, his eyebrows furrowing as he groans and mumbles keeping his focus on his movement. Grabbing your neck keeping control of you, as the bathroom door almost shakes up and down with your movements, gripping the doorknob tightly as he groans.
Quickly pulling out sitting you down to the floor, as he paints your face with a small grin on his face attempting to catch his breath.
His eyes glowing at how well you took that, as the both of you quickly realize what you've just done.
"I never knew you were such a good girl"
He wipes your lip with his thumb
"If only we could do this more often"
He stumbles attempting to put his pants back on.
"I mean, we could but you know..."
You mumble
"They won't know, trust me"
He assures as you nod, as the both of you walk out of the bathroom like nothing happened . looking around the corners to see if Ian or George where anywhere nearby.
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As the months go by this did become a regular thing, you'd sleepover almost every week, sneaking through Max's window late at night, making fake plans with friends just to be with Max. It became so regular it was almost normal. There still was never quite a label, but the two of you couldn't get enough of each other.
No one would suspect a thing...
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AND THATS THE END - YW
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||CHAPTER 1||
NOTE: DARK CONTENT, CONTAINS VIOLENCE, BIT OF GORE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, BULLYING, HOSPITAL, BASED ON THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (WARNINGS ARE GIVEN BEFOREHAND THE PART SO YOU CAN SKIP IT AND CONTINUE READING FORWARD)
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"So are you gonna tattle us?"
"Oi I'm talking to you"
On the rooftop of a random abandoned building in kyoto, were six students of kimetsu academy. Hiroshi was standing in the between the crooked circle formed by the other 5 schoolmates of his.
"Oi can't you hear me? Answer me motherfucker. Are you gonna tattle on us." Daisuke taunted, sitting on a rusted chair in front of Hiroshi. Heroshi stayed quiet.
"This fucker would only speak up when he is prompted as usual." Toshinori, who was previously standing beside daisuke, walked towards Hiroshi. He stood in front of him for a few awkward moments before a fist contacted with Hiroshi's cheek. Toshinori then landed a punch at his stomach making Hiroshi double in pain. Toshinori kicked him in the face and later dragged him towards daisuke, who was sitting smugly.
"Are you going to answer now?" Daisuke questioned.
He was met with silence.
Daisuke signalled Toshinori with his fingers, and a knee kick was proceeded to be given to Hiroshi, which led Hirsoshi to lay on the floor, face bloody. But instead of his silence, his body started to squirm abnormally while his face had a weird expression, which went unnoticed to the others. He stood up and almost rammed toahinori, but was delivered a punch to the face, leading to toshinori being joined by two more friends of his, and beating hiroshi repeatedly. Hiroshi leaned toeards the edge of the roof, when toshinori landed a kick on his chest, leading to hiroshi falling down the building, hitting the standing streetlight in the alleyway.
"Fuck is he dead?" Toshinori panicked, realising the event that occurred.
"What? Scared for that dipshit now?" Daisuke replied, walking towards toshinori and leaning down, facing towards hiroshi's bloodied bruised body lying in the middle of the alleyway.
The students left the premises and hiroshi's body untouched, chatting about the latest gossips and discussing their dinner, unknown to what their future held for them
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The hospital was bussing as it would on its normal premises. Doctors were performing treatments or talking to patients, nurses running around, staffs with their shifts finished, talking with each other, receptionists taking calls and guiding the visitors or patients to their respective rooms.
Haruto Fukuro, the science teacher of the kimetsu academy, rushed inside. He had rushed to see his son in the hospital after recieving the news of his accident. He confirmed the room details and rushed towards the room where his son was resting. He stood in at the entrance of room 323, taking in the form of his now beaten up child, laying on the hospital bed, with tubes connecting to his body, bandages covering his head and almost the entire abdomen.
"Tou-san...." Hiroshi called out meekly, looking at his father, with slightly watered eyes.
"Hiroshi.." Haruto walked towards the bed and stood silently.
"Tou-san it hurts..." Hiroshi groaned in agony, tears welling up in his eyes, facing towards his father. He started removing the tubes attached the body when his father stopped him and tried pushing him down the bed, "Hiroshi, ;isten to me. Its going to be alright. I will fix this."
"I want to die tou-san, do you want to die too?" Haruto grabbed his son's shoulders, eyeing him to stop talking.
Suddenly, veins started protruding all over Hiroshi's body, dark purple and red veins, teeth sharpening, eyes morphing into dark purple shade. Hiroshi growled and snarled at Haruto, almost biting his hand, trying to pounce at him as a predator would to a prey, but was unable to luckily due to Haruto's reflexes.
Haruto gazed at his now animalistic son.
**Warning**
A few seconds had passed...
"I'm sorry my son..." Haruto whispered and glanced around the room. He spotted a book lying on the table beside his hospital bed, picking it up and raising it over his head. "I'm sorry my son...I'm-I'm so sorry..." Haruto whimpered, hands stumbling a bit but sturdy enough for the action, the sin he was going to commit..or the sin he was going to remove as he thought.
The book came in contact with Hiroshi's head. Haruto continued to hit Hiroshi, while Hiroshi tried to defend himself but also trying to pounce at his own father. Haruto still continued to hit him as hard as possible. Blood dripped down the bed, till the floor. The book had been stained with the red liquid and a few drops had splayed at Haruto's face too, some mixing with the salty liquid flowing from his eyes.
—Warning ended—
Haruto walked down the empty streets, with a suitcase in his tail. He had to pull it with a certain force due the luggage in the suitcase.
He continued walking down the lonely street until the bag seemed to shake a bit, leading to Haruto losing his balance and landing on the ground, the luggage a few metres away from him due to the force of the shaking luggage, making the suitcase move a few metres away from the owner ,when suddenly a hand managed to rip off from the heavily zipped bag, which a normal person could not even break through. Haruto quitely crawled towards the now sticking out hand, and tried to put it back inside, when the hand suddenly grabbed his hand, trying to pull the former's hand inside the suitcase. Haruto pulled his hand trying to get out of the grasp of the other hand and tried hitting the hand with a rock lying on the floor beside him.
The hand kept squirming while Haruto kept hitting until his hand was finally let loose.
Silence was bestowed upon the vicinity. Haruto groaned, and looked towards the sky, still kneeling down the floor, face morphed in frustration.
But the moment was broken when the bag started to shake vigourously with growling and snarling sounds heard from the bag. Haruto silently continued to stare it.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello guys!!
I know im not the best writer but this is the first book im writing after a long gap of two years i guess?...I have not preread this so please bear with me.
But anyways i hope you enjoyed this short first chapter.
Constructive criticism would be appreciated. But please do not post any hate for the chapter or the upcoming chapters as that would really be a demotivation but otherwise as i said constructive criticism would be apprecited.
Now i don't know if i should blatantly ask this, cuz i feel too embarassed to ask for some reason, but i have seen a lot of stories where fans create fanarts or memes on the characters based on the stories and i would also be open if yall want to make some sort of these arts or memes with this story too. I'm not forcing anyone i swear, i just find these arts cool and amazing and i would really love it but what i would love more is you all like or love this story and i really hope it upto your expectations.
Your arts or memes will be appreciated and you all will get shoutouts regarding it.
But anyways i hope you all enjoy this chapter and the upcoming chapters.
Chapters will be updated on my basis.
Till then see ya:)
#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#kimetsu no yaiba x reader zombie apocalypse#kny genya x reader#kny giyuu x reader#kny inosuke x reader#kny muichiro x reader#kny nezuko x reader#kny rengoku x reader#knyshinobuxreader#kny tanjiro x reader#kny tomioka x reader#kny x reader#kny x readerhighschoolau#kny x readermodernau#kny x readerzombieapocalypse#kny yuichiro x reader#kny zenitsu x reader#zombie#zombie apocalypse#zombie outbreak#zombies#zombie survival#all of us are dead au#Dead or Alive?
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JJK or Death Note? 🥺
I'm gonna go with JJK cause although I'm reading Death Note as we speak, I'm not as familiar with it. Plus nothing matters except L... I adore that boy. He is my new muse as far as I'm concerned.
The first character I first fell in love with: Yuji - no one can blame me on this. He is too fucking sweet and sunshiney! I loved him IMMEDIATELY!
The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Nanami. First met him and I was like 'dude, who is this guy with the weird glasses?'. Now I'm simping for him on the daily and would suck the soul from his dick if given half the chance.
The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Geto - I don't get it///
The character I love that everyone else hates: is Noritoshi hated? If he is then it'd be him... I quite like him for some unknown reason
The character I used to love but don’t any longer: still love them all
The character I would totally smooch: Megumi! I'd pounce on that beautiful boy like a tiger. I'd smooch the fuck out of him. Kiss him until he was breathless and trembling.
The character I’d want to be like: Inumaki - just spouting ingredients and being a sassy-looking motherfucker. I bet that tongue is damn skilled too, I'd use it very well.
The character I’d slap: Gojo - cause he is a motherfucking menace, but also cause he'd probably fuck me as punishment (much like Zoro) Also he could take a weak ass slap from myself, wouldn't even dodge it cause it's not like it'll hurt him...
A pairing that I love: Megumi x Yuji - my precious boys
A pairing that I despise: hmm, I don't think there are any pairs that I find displeasing in JJK
Send me a fandom!
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I ain't gonna give you people any more of me
It'd be the Morte of me
Your fucking spirit and demeanor be deforming me
Lord please don't let 'em be conforming me
There's a raging storm in me
Tornadoes forming deep in this psyche
Distorting me
Different channels I'm tuning into morphing me
This energy I'm storing be
The equivalent of Oppenheimer bombs released
Force the dream from the stone
I'm on my own with this rhyming,
Doors sealed with homophones
White knights saving you from wight nights
I'm in a zone never found before
When I pounce your feet better pound the floor
Get to stepping, get to running before I'm coming
Let out the dungeon
Set to bludgeon,
A ruffian rushing these motherfuckers that think they punish,
They criminals, they judges with jury, executioner planned out
But really they lushes
Idiocracy playing out like natural selection died
Guess this existence didn't pan out
Now we just prance 'round
Selfies hiding the selfish faces behind facades that cover whatever self is left
Be patient
Because with each bar I reveal more nascent knowledge
You need to process this ancient world with its modern problems
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I'm No Angel (9x03)
Sam and Dean walk out of a quickie mart arguing about the ingredients in the pie Dean bought. They stride down the street, talking about the case they're working, the case is them looking for human!Cas. An angel is trailing them. Now, they do not show any sign that they are aware of the angel, but there is something about the scene that comes across, very subtly, as performative, maybe its the way the camera lingers on this very run of the mill conversation, or maybe just that we know them. They turn down an alley, still talking. When the angel turns in, they are gone, just poof. He walks into the alley and they pounce from somewhere behind him, pin him and start demanding to know why he was following them. They knew all along. When did they spot the tail? Did they discuss it at all? Did they do that unspoken speaking thing? Was it just a lifetime of hyperawareness, training, and fucked up experiences? We don't know. But the mad thrill I get when they go from these goofball normal seeming guys bickering as only siblings can really bicker, to the most lethal motherfuckers on the planet in about .2 seconds, well, that's just about one of my favorite things on this crazy show.
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#D/s
#DdLg
#NSFW
#bdsm
#babygirl
#Daddywaiting
About Me:
I'm half a century young, Generation 80's teen.
Been around the world twice, talked to everyone once.
Divorced for 5 years now.
Single
Sadist
Tantric
Heterosexual
Sapiosexual
Demisexual
Monogamous
180lbs
6'0
Hobbies- Riding my Sportster 1200c
Absolutely know who I am, a lover of life once again.
My 8sopation by choice for a year allowed me to find me; learn myself and to find out how I saw who I am alone, looking into the mirror.
Hating the Motherfucker looking back at me.
The pain in the eyes (wow! Sky blue/hint of pearl gray!), My head got heavy looking down with a 5 second movie in my head of my life trudging, fighting through climbing each step each day, the losses & tragedies behind me scattered as if it was my personal Global thermal nuclear war path looked misty dark, earth around each of my casualties crumbling in, bad luck, following and what terrified me. Someone or Something else's Karma stalking me preying upon me pouncing every fuckin time I stepped easy.
Looking up back in the mirror I begin the needed conversation.
From cold heavy dark isolation to a serene solitude.
I see exactly what I have been. I see my physique sculpted in a gradual defined tone, bulky muscle, trimmed middle weight in a light- heavyweight form. It's been a while since I saw this guy. Half a century wise, Quarter of a century shape, stamina off the chain & endurance that I wish I could bottle & sell. Healing with frequency and vibration now celebrating the son I buried, for the life I was in until he left us. Loving all I am & laughing with myself again. Looking back however I'm never looking back again that's far enough to trip me, but I can't see the dark karmic shape anymore.
Now a year past, I thought would be another portion of my livelihood and life gone, my time rapidly trying to finish.
But instead I gained the best version of me that I've ever been.
My worth - Priceless
My passionate honest selfless heart - more full than ever, and pumping bass you can feel a mile away.
Heading to claim my new kingdom, starting life with nothing but my Harley, a bag of my clothes and necessities wearing my same crown, and it shines & gleams as bright as my hopes, straight as my determination to leap from the bottom to the top in a single bound!
I am also surveying my new land focusing on a Princess & ready to seek out the lock that this wonderful endowed throbbing pulsating key turns.
Babygirl???????
Your King is reborn.
Your Daddy is waiting for you little girl.
You scramble against the experienced King, The last man that will ever be pinning you down from this point on.
Daddy only allowing you enough space for you to see his enchanting sky blue eyes that turn deeper blue.
Your eyes open wide, your chest rises & falls in a race.
My powerful hands and legs hold you against the bed, my knee spreading your thighs with a sudden force. A smirk across my face my pulse 290 but a faint calm breathing almost not as I gaze falling into your eyes to your vulnerable soul. A movement with only my thumb & 2 first fingers rip the seam of your pants, exposing your erotic pretty panties, they are drenched in your sweet glistening glazed nectar, sliding two fingers inside you leaning in eyes locked 8 press our lips & bodies together while the roughness of my fingers tantalize your wet hole stimulating each 8nner erogenous point edging you closer again and again. Other hand wraps around your gorgeous little girl throat, my controlled strong touch leaving marks across your skin.
Your King leans down and bites your inner thigh as you squirm in my protective tight grasp, you're so lovely loud moaning out from the pleasure & pain, shivers electrifying from your writhing little body now begging for me to plunge inside you stretching you, unlocking you & you know I am your oe, your only Daddy and your true Key.
I can't wait to meet you!
But this Lion has nothing but patience.
This is the beginning after trust is earned, I'm very real & don't play games.
Now crawl to me slowly down on all fours, you will respect your Daddy, He will love you right & nurture you to your best self.
And bust your bratty ass when you need it without inhibition or hesitation.
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