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diorchids · 3 months

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having to literally pry luke’s head away from ur pussy and you’re literally squirming and screaming cause it’s so much

mdni, nsfw.

ok yes..

“go slow, ‘kay?” your stomach burned with anticipation as luke made his way down to your sweet cunt.

“don’t be shy,” he reassured you, giving you false hope—that he’d be real nice. he lowered his head, kissing and licking his way down to your pathetically sopping cunt. “luke, go slow, please.”

his eyes flash as he looks up at you, his pupils dilated with need. "i'll go as slow or as fast as i want," he quipped, before burying his face in your pussy. he deserved this.

his tongue swirling around your clit as he licked you slowly. his fingers played with your entrance, teasing you mercilessly as he took his time pleasuring you. you taste so sweet, your cunt served as a fuel for him as he gripped your thighs to keep you from moving.

his tongue slid deeper into your wet folds, tasting every inch of you. his fingers teased your entrance, rubbing over your clit as slowly as he continued to lap at your sweetness.

“so fuckin’ sweet, babe.” he groaned right onto your puffy clit while you sat there, squirming with your hand clamped over your mouth.

he loves how good you taste, opting to eat your pussy whenever you got all mad at him.

he planted a hand on your tummy while he kept eating like a starved man, his chin covered in your juices—delicious.

tears rolled down your face as your thighs burned and your pretty cunt fluttered. “luke, slower, please!” you’re practically screaming by now. luke ignored your pathetic attempt at stopping him.

your back arched off the bed with each suckle at your clit, and luke hums his approval, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

he continues to eat you out with determination, driving you closer and closer to the edge until you can't take it anymore.

you were a mess now, legs trembling and shaking around his back as you tried to pry him off your dripping cunt. you couldn’t even speak. your body was weak while you babbled stupidly.

luke pulls back slightly, his tongue swirling around your clit one last time before pulling away completely. he looks up at you, a predatory smile on his lips. "not yet," he said, grabbing your hips firmly.

you couldn’t take it though. your held your hands on either side of his head when you finally plucked him off of you. you cried out as your breathing steadied, “what’s wrong with you?” your chest rose and fell continuously.

his chin was completely covered in your arousal as he just smiled. a fucking sadist.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke pjo #charlie bushnell #dionna writes pjo #dionnasasks

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fcthots · 8 months

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“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.” with protective upset and slightly unhinged jason would be so so good oh my god. like if something bad happens to reader and he has to get violent to defend her… yeah.

-🧸

You were on you way home, out later than you should have been, but your friend needed moral support after a breakup and you lost track of time.

Unfortunately while both you & Jason's apartment and your friend's were just off the edge of crime alley, your friend's apartment was on the opposite end of you and Jason. All of this is to say, unless you wanted to be out after midnight, you had to pass through crime alley after dark. It was just a five minute walk there, when daylight spared you of most of the dangers of Gotham, but it was pitch black now. You should have driven, but at the time it didn’t seem necessary.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You walked as fast as possible.

You didn’t even have a purse on you. Your phone was in the leather jacket Jason had bought you as a present and you had 20 dollars stuffed somewhere in your pant pockets.

Were you supposed to turn left here? Yeah, you recognize that streetlamp.

You would call Jason, but your phone is fucking dead and it's not like you were gonna ask your crying friend for a charger. And you didn’t realize how late it had gotten until you stepped outside with no way to get back into your friends apartment.

You were in the home stretch, just in the outskirts of crime alley. Almost freedom.

Never let it be said that you were lucky. All of your luck was used getting your hot ass boyfriend. Luck gone.

The man had a knife and was screaming for your wallet. Your wallet that you did not bring with you.

"Give me the wallet or I'm gonna spill your guts on the fucking ground!"

Just because your boyfriend was scary looking, did not mean you were used to scary men, especially ones that yelled at you. Your hands shook and you weren't sure what to do.

"I don’t have it. All I have is 20 dollars, please."

"That's a fucking lie. I see your jacket. I know that shit is expensive. Lie to me again and I'll slit your throat."

Fuck. If you had to guess, it would be Jason that would find your body. You didn’t want it to be Jason. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing your lifeless eyes. You know what it's like to look into your soulmates lifeless eyes and realize they're gone forever; you were hoping Jason would never have to experience that.

"It's-"

"Tough luck... I guess I could accept other forms of payment."

He bares his teeth in a grin as he sees the look on your face.

"Unless you'd prefer that no one ever finds your body?"

You're really glad you told Jason you loved him before he left for patrol.

The man starts getting closer to you. You can't talk, can't scream, can't think. You were gonna die alone.

You think you mumble out a 'please' before your back hits the wall. His knife was to your throat, but all you could think about was Jason.

There was a bang that you didn’t fully register. Before you could think twice about it, your mugger was on the ground. You didn’t move. You stayed, frozen, silent tears running down your cheeks.

"Shh, it's ok. You're ok. It's me."

You finally focused your eyes and saw the white lenses staring at you, his arms in the air.

You babbled nonsense. You couldn't breathe.

You tried to back away from the man on the floor, but you almost fell. You swore your legs were going to give out. Jason was at your side in less than a second. He lifted you over the bleeding body on the ground, supported your weight as your knees buckled.

He tucked your face into the crook of his neck and you choked on air.

"I've got you. Match my breaths, ok? Good. You're doing great. You're ok, I promise."

All you could manage to get out was his name.

"'M right here. Just breathe. Focus on that for me." His hand cradled the base of your neck.

Eventually you stopped crying. Eventually you could breathe again. Eventually Jason led your face away from his neck to look at you. Your whole body shook. You watched as he drew his hand up to his helmet and heard this hiss and click and he took it off. He took your jaw in one of his hands.

He wiped the splattered blood and tears off your cheeks with a gloved hand, traced the trail of fresh blood and broken skin on your neck from where the knife was pressed against you. “I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

You looked into his eyes as they flashed an inhuman green, and you believed him.

Bonus:

"Wait, Jay. Did you just happen to stumble across me?"

"There...may or may not be a tracker in the jacket I bought you... You were in one place for too long."

"I hate that that makes me feel safer."

He smiles apologetically. "I love you."

"I love you too."

#tw: sa mention #tw: sa threat #I am the angst queen #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd angst #jason todd x reader angst #red hood x reader angst #red hood angst #angst #🧸 anon

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roxygen22 · 4 months

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FAMILY BUSINESS

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Willy was absolutely smitten by his "little cocoa bean," Benjamin. You called him Ben for short, but Willy affectionately called him Bean. He stayed home from the factory for a bit to help you recover and bond with the baby. He made the most of his limited time off doting on you both. Unless Ben was feeding, he was in Willy's arms. He was truly a devoted, loving father and husband.

Willy went back to work when Ben was about three weeks old. It was an adjustment to be alone with the baby all day, but it made Willy's returns in the evening all the more sweeter. After about six months, he came home with an idea.

"Now that he is a little older and more sturdy, why don't I take Bean with me to work one or two days a week so that you can have some time to yourself?" Willy not-so-secretly struggled going back to work, often lamenting how much he missed you both, but he knew he had to provide for his family.

"Oh my. I love the concept, but how are you going to handle business or have your hands free to make chocolate?" you asked as it took both of your hands to keep Ben from launching himself out of your lap to get to his papa.

"Easy!" Willy exclaimed as he scooped up the baby. "I saw Lottie today, and she had little Georgie tied to her chest with a wrap. Then it clicked - I could do that, too! Besides, babies are good for business! He's so cute, he'll draw a crowd," he mused as he squished his nose against Ben's chubby cheek, then turned to you with a pouty lip.

"I guess we could give it a try. Maybe start with a half day?" you said, excited about the potential but nervous about its execution. You loved your husband, but you were not sure he fully understood what he was in for. You did, however, always admire his determination to get what he wanted in life, even if he resorted to playing on your sympathies with a pout.

"Great! I already went by the store to get fabric to make a sling." You shook your head fondly and went about your evening routine.

Thanks to his mamma's teachings, Willy was handy with a needle and thread. A couple of nights later, his contraption was ready for testing at home. Ben was quite cozy snuggled up on his father's chest, gently babbling while Willy washed the dishes after dinner. Everything was going swimmingly. "Tomorrow would be a good day to try this out for real," he said. "I don't have any business meetings, so I'll just be splitting my time between the stores and the factory."

"Ok," you said tentatively. "I'll get his bag ready and write down his daytime schedule." The next morning, you loaded Willy down with everything he would need - extra clothes for both father and son, burp cloths, bottles, diapering supplies, etc. "So he'll need to eat again in a couple of hours. That will probably be when he needs another diaper change. And he'll need to go down for a na..."

Willy put a hand on your arm to interrupt you, rubbing up and down to calm your nerves. "I've got this. Okay? I want you to focus on enjoying your alone time." Admittedly, you were looking forward to a chance to curl up with a good book without intertuption for a few hours.

"Alright, Bean, ready for some adventure?" The baby cooed and raspberried spit all over Willy's hand. "I'll take that as a yes. Allons-y! Wave bye to mamma!"

"Bye bye, my boys. Have a good day!" You stood at the front door and waved them off.

<><><><>

Willy stopped first at his flagship store in the Galeries Gourmet to ensure things were in order. Mrs. Pennington, a regular customer always in the company of her granddaughter, spotted the chocolatier. "Well, hello there, Mrs. Pennington, Miss Hannah," he greeted and tipped his hat at the ladies. "Are you finding everything okay?"

"Indeed, Mr. Wonka. Thank you," the grandmother smiled. "And who is this handsome little one?" Ben babbled and cooed.

"This is my son, Bean. I mean, Benjamin," Willy replied with a proud smile.

"Oh, how lovely. Learning the family business early, eh?"

"As my mamma said, 'It's not the chocolate that matters. It's the people you share it with.'"

"I remember when my children were that little. Soak it up, Mr. Wonka. It doesn't last long." She patted the baby on the cheek and then continued her shopping. Willy turned around to wipe away a tear and kiss his son on the head.

Ben seemed to enjoy interacting with customers, smiling at their baby talk and staring around the store with wide eyes. But after a couple of hours, he started to fuss. The cashier was on break, so Willy was working the register, bouncing the baby in an attempt to silence his whimpers until he could break away to make a bottle. "Would you like your change spendable or edible?" He practically had to shout at the customers to be heard over Ben's fussing. Luckily the cashier came back before fussing became screaming.

"Okay, Bean, give me just a second and we'll silence those tummy grumbles," he said as he made his way to the stockroom. He deftly prepped a bottle and freed the baby from the sling. Very soon, Ben was reclining in Willy's arms and greedily sucking down a bottle. "See, I told your mamma I've got this."

<><><><>

Once Ben was fed and changed, Willy packed up the diaper bag and set out for the factory. Lulled by his father's swaying, Ben stayed asleep for a good while even after being transferred into the bassinet Willy had set up in his office. Inventing and chocolate making weren't exactly quiet endeavors, so Willy caught up on a bit of bookkeeping instead.

Ben eventually started stirring, alerting Willy with his soft coos. "Hi, sleepy head. Are you ready to go make some chocolate?" Willy set him back in the sling and made his way to the Idea Lab. Feeling refreshed from his nap, the little one was very alert, so Willy thought it would be fun to make this an interactive experience.

"Alright, Bean, I need to come up with something new, and you're going to help me," Willy announced while holding up two jars. "Which jar should I start with?" Of course, Ben's attention was grabbed by the brighest color of the two. "Ooh, essence of rainbow. Good call. What next?" he asked, continuing to hold up two jars at a time for the baby to choose from until he gathered enough.

Willy added the ingredients to his travel factory, which he still used for small batch experiments. Ben stared in wonder as the brightly colored liquids flowing down the spiral tube and giggled at the production noises. Willy was busy pressing buttons and pulling levers when the first chocolates came out of the machine and didn't pay close enough attention to Ben's stray hands. Willy looked down to see the baby's tiny hand grabbing and mashing melted chocolate into the fabric of the sling, his hair, and both of their shirts.

"Well, now I understand why your mother sent spare clothes for both of us." He wiped chocolate off his son's cheek with a finger and licked it. "Tastes good, though! I need to write that concoction down."

<><><><>

You were sitting on the couch with your book when Willy came home at lunchtime. Both boys and even their spare clothes were covered in chocolate. You had to stifle a giggle as you tried to figure out how to best grab the sticky baby without getting covered yourself.

Willy gave you a tired look but also huffed a quiet laugh. "I may have overestimated my ability to keep things under control. I don't know how you get anything done, my sweet. I always knew you were amazing, but you must have superhuman powers."

"Perhaps," you winked as you stripped Ben out of his clothes and started rinsing him off in the sink. "Are you sure you still want to make this a regular occurrence?"

"I would do it again in a heartbeat. But not before I have a bath."

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l13 · 10 months

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OK BUT THE THIRD KEEGAN ONE IN YOUR MOST RECENT NSFW VISUALS

You being all needy and horny, but Keegan just won’t get off his games, so he lets you strip him, telling you shit like “Yea baby use my cock to get off” and “make yourself feel so fucking good” while he plays his game in the background, barely even focusing on it anymore.

And when he undoubtedly loses the round he pulls you off his cock flipping you over and giving you a good dicking down because “made me lose my fucking game you little slut”

nsfw mdni!

imagine if he's using the voice chat as well, and he's too busy being focused on his game so he doesn't pay you any mind when you sit down right next to him, giving you a quick glance to confirm his suspicions that you were indeed only in your underwear,

he swallows hard, and blinks away his lust as he tunes back to the game, calling out instructions for his team when he feels your hand drop on his crotch, and his cock jumps, his gaze snapping to yours as he gives you a warning look,

but you ignore him obviously, starting to palm his cock over his briefs and his eyes flutter, a small "Fuck," escaping his lips as he stops moving in-game, his brain not functioning for a good two seconds,

he quickly snaps out of his daze, muting himself and whispering out, "What do you think you're doing?" afraid his teammates would somehow still hear him,

you pout, "I need you, baby," and keegan can't say no to that, so he's cursing lowly, "Fuck okay- m not helping you out though, you can use me but you're gonna do all the work."

and you're nodding quickly, laying a quick kiss on his cheek to further express your gratitude, and then you're pulling his cock out and he's hissing, wetting his lips and unmuting himself with shaky hands,

his character resumes running in game, and keegan has half the mind to think that he's a lucky bastard for not dying in those 10 seconds he was afk, but then you're situating yourself on his lap, holding his cock with one hand as you run the tip of it against your folds before sliding it in- and keegan's left hand lets go of the controller to squeeze at your thigh in warning when you moan at the sensation,

it's ironic because he barely kept his own voice in check, and who could blame him? your pussy was practically sucking his cock in,

a little while later, when he can't handle the excruciatingly slow pace you'd set anymore (he also died in-game cause he kept running into walls, his mind too busy thinking about how fucking tight your pussy's gripping him), he lets go of the controller to help you move your hips on his cock and you grin down at him, "Thought you were letting me do all the work?"

keegan snarls, "That was before you made me lose, you little slut. What, you want my cock that bad, huh? Don't worry, I'll fucking give it to you now," and then he's bending you over and fucking you till you're a crying, babbling mess<3

#•ूᡣ𐭩 — keegan #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #keegan russ smut

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cntloup · 21 days

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18+ MDNI

Simon finds out what you, his bestfriend do for a living

prostitution, rough sex, degradation

he's not surprised by your 3 a.m. call, but when he hears your distressed tone while you tell him there's a creepy guy whose house you're stuck in, he's alert and on his way there as soon as you give him the address.

at first, he thinks it was just a one night stand gone wrong and doesn't think much of it

then he gets there and beats the guy down for acting creepy and making advances towards you when you made it clear that you were feeling uncomfortable

the creep babbles some incoherent nonsense, but there's one word simon makes out. it's when he calls you a whore. then simon is back at it again, throwing brutal punches in his already bloodied face for insulting you

"simon, stop!" you shout and try pulling him off the guy, concerned that he's getting too worked up over it when nothing even happened... i mean fuck the guy, but simon is really going at it, he might get a heartattack

"you ok?" he asks, chest heaving and adrenaline coursing through his body, "yeah, i'm ok. just try to take deep breaths." you try to calm him down, rubbing your palms over his arms.

"i need to tell you something." you say as you sit in the car, ready to leave, "what?" he asks, eyebrows raised, "the guy back there... he... he was... a client!" you struggle how to tell him, "what do you mean?" he asks, fully focused on you now

"simon, i... i'm a... a prostitute!" you finally blurt out and sigh in relief to get it off your chest, but then you're met by the shocked look on his face, then confused, and then... angry? you witness the waves of emotions streaming through him and wait for him to work it out, try to digest it first before you say something

"you wha'?... why?" he asks after several minutes of just staring at you, "yeah... i just... needed some money so bad... and... yeah that's it... are you mad at me?" you ramble nervously as he starts the car, grumbling to himself through gritted teeth

the drive is silent and filled with heavy tension, and when you arrive at your house, he gets in without a word, making you even more anxious

"you could’ve asked me for money, you know?" he says suddenly turning around and cutting you off guard, intense and furious glare burning through your soul

"i'm... i'm so sorry!" you breathe out, your eyes welling up, "sorry? all this time... when i wanted you... you were out there selling your body to some bloody loser?!" he snarls in your face and your eyes widen

"what? you wanted... me?" you ask, "yes! i still fuckin' do! how fuckin' oblivious can you be?!" he yells, getting dangerously closer to you

you're completely shocked at this sudden confession, but you can’t deny the fact that you've always wanted him too

"you're mine! you hear me? you're fuckin' mine!" he hisses, only inches away from your lips while gripping your jaw to make you look into his flaming eyes

you gulp and nod, still shocked at the whole situation, and he doesn't hesitate to close the gap between you by pushing his lips onto yours, kissing you with a ravenous hunger and ardent passion

"no more selling yourself, love! you're mine now! mine to love and cherish... mine to spoil!" he says, his chest rumbling with the low gravel of his voice

"all yours, si!" you hum breathily as he rips your clothes off and bends you over the couch

"i'll show you who you belong to, dove!" he grunts as he pumps his throbbing cock in his palm and lines himself up at your glistening folds

"you're soakin' wet, love! you like it when i yell at you, huh?!" he chuckles and you whimper at the sudden touch of his leaking tip and his gravelly tone

he yanks your hair back till you're pressed against his chest, "you like it rough, don't you?... i know you do... you dirty slut!" he groans beside your ear, nearly shouting which makes you moan and your pussy clenches around nothing

he pushes your head down and eases himself into you and sets a steady pace, making you a drooling mess from the get go

you’ve never felt so full in your life with anyone

you moan deeply and gutturally as he pounds his thick cock into your tight sticky cunt, your warmth wrapped around him makes him practically growl with sheer pleasure

his broad hips meet your rear harshly with each vicious thrust, all the veins and ridges of his fat cock gliding against your sensitive walls and making you see stars as his bulging tip attacks your gummy cervix

"you're my little whore, aren't you? yeah you're mine now, mine to fuck whenever i want!" he growls with a deep rumble that makes your warm tight walls pulsate and clasp around him which sends you both right over the edge of euphoria as your milky cum glazes his cock and he pumps his potent seed into your needy womb

he flops down onto your back, placing sloppy kisses along your shoulders and back while panting heavily

"simon?" you call out breathless, "yes, love?" he asks, "i think i love you!" you confess as he tightens his arms around you and lifts you up and turns you around so you're facing him, "love you too, baby." he says and kisses your lips, this time softly, with all his heart and soul

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lilmashae · 9 months

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sunghoon with bimbo!reader?

i think its a must🗣

damn right it's a must, u bes believe that sunghoon would love the hell out of his bimbo!gf 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 ty for the request anon! 🩵

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — smut (so 18+)

you fucking lived for this — sunghoon fucking you dumb. you loved it when he bent you over any surface and filled you up so perfectly until you were leaking his cum.

letting him abuse your tight little hole, his tip kissing your cervix rhythmically while you're drooling and babbling about how you never want him to stop.

"f-fuck, hoonie! please, hah — please don't stop... mpf!"

"stop? oh, princess who said we were stopping? do you want me to stop?" — he's such a bully, slowing his thrusts inside of you. you clenched tightly around him, begging his cock to stay, as he drags himself slowly against your gummy walls.

"no! no, shit," you hiss, "please, baby... just keep fucking me!"

"really, honey?" he lands a firm slap on your ass (he picked up his pace yet again, snapping his hips into your ass harshly), his other hand (fingers) is still busy toying with your clit. "you like when i go fast, huh? like this, right? i'll give you whatever you want, pretty — my sweet dumb baby. do me a favor 'n cum around my cock, huh? "

shit, you loved the way he talked, but the only thing you loved more than sunghoon fucking into you while talking so vulgarly... was how he'd stuff his cum back inside of your dripping, sloppy cunt with three fingers.

"don't waste a drop, honey. hold on to it for me, and i'll reward you, okay?" he winked.

im not very proud of this, its drabble-ish, lazy, and allat stuff but i hope y'all like it ok!! i am working on other requests toooo so expect sum moree 🧘🏽‍♀

#lil-ma-shae #fanfiction #fem!reader #smut #enhypen hard hours #enha smut #enhypen smut #enha hyung line #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #black!reader #poc!reader #enha hard hours

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lunamoonbby · 4 months

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I want to read a ghost x single mom! Baker! reader where single mom has 2 kids, a baby and a 3 year old. the bakery is really big and one day simon comes in and he sees a little mini play bakery in the corner and a 3 year old girl comes in and is like "how I help you" and he asks for a black coffee and a croissant and he gets a tea cup filled with water and a toy croissant🥺 and reader comes in with a baby on her hip wondering why a customer is in the bakery when they're closed but she sees the sign still says open, and she hears Simon telling her daughter that the coffee and croissant is the best he ever has and gives the 3 year old $100 and Simon sees the reader and his heart just stops and reader is like I'm sorry you can have your money back and he's like no keep it start her college fund or something reader is like ok well how about you come in tomorrow and get a real black coffee and croissant and he's like but your closes tomorrow and reader is like nonsense I'll open shop just for you I have to do inventory anyways so come in I'll make you a fresh croissant and a black coffee on the house. So Simon comes in the next day and he sees the 3 year again and she gives him the water and toy croissant and single mom comes in and is like here is your real croissant and black coffee and when he takes a bite and a sip he's internally like I'm gonna make her my wife and her kids are my kids and he comes in everyday when the shop is open and the team notice his behavior and one day they follow ghost to the bakery and they see him holding a 4 month old baby and a 3 year old climbing him like a jungle gym and soap is like he has a secret family and he barges is the shop and is like LT! I DIDNT KNOW YOU HAVE A WIFE AND 2 CHILDREN and the 3 year old not knowing any better is like DADDY😄 and the baby's second word is dada😊 and reader is embarrassed and ghost is like yes I do and reader just dies from embarrassment cause like why would you say that and he just hands the baby back to reader and he kisses the reader and he says I'll be home for dinner (at this point he knows where reader lives) I gotta go back to work and reader is confused as all hell and baby is just babbling Dadadadada 😋.

Sorry for this word vomit

I just want someone to make this a series

#simon ghost riley #ghost #he baby #i wanna have his babies #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #single mom reader #baker reader #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost riley

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obx-pogue4life · 1 year

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Good Girl Hole

Summary: Your boyfriend JJ wants to give you the pleasure you crave but can't quite figure out what it is that you're wanting...

Warnings: Smut! Nipple play, dirty talk, sensual touching, clit play, fingering, P in V, teasing, praise kink, anal, slight ass play, spanking, semi shy reader, JJ being slightly dom but sweet

"Mmm... fuck baby, I love your tits," my boyfriend JJ mumbles into my bare naked chest before taking another mouthful. I can feel him start to suck on my overly hardened nipple and it feels so good, I can feel it radiating throughout my entire body. Every suck, lick, kiss and bite makes my aching pussy throb for him.

"You're such a good girl letting me play with you baby. You like being my good girl, don't you princess," he coos.

"Mmmhmm," I incoherently babble in response. The want for him to keep touching me anywhere he can reach his skilled hands is completely taking over my brain and I can't help but squirm in pleasurable frustration beside him. If he doesn't take this further right fucking now, I think, I actually might explode. "I need you J. Please, I can't take this anymore. I need you so badly it hurts," I beg.

"Aww... does my girl need to be fucked," he says in a mocking tone. "Does my good girl need this cock? Where do you need it baby," he asks.

"Here?," he questions, taking his thumb and gently parting my lips. His eyes widen as I quickly shake my head no but open my mouth for him. I gently suck the tip of his thumb, swirling my tongue and letting out a little moan. I stare him directly in the eyes and pull it out with a POP! and shake my head no again.

"Fuckkk," he lowly drawls, licking his lips and eyeing me hungrily. "Ok baby, I know what you want," he says with a confident grin. I can feel his hand move down my side and sweep over my aching core, cupping me with his fingers. I let him start to explore my dripping folds and soon enough he goes right for my throbbing clit.

"This what you wanted, baby?," he asks again, not really waiting for an answer. He pinches my clit and begins to roll it back and forth between his fingers. It feels so good, I nearly cum on the spot. He swiftly replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock and starts to swipe it back and forth over my most sensitive areas.

"You're so wet for me y/n. Such a needy princess for me baby. Such a good girl," he praises. My still aching need to feel him snaps me out of my impending pleasure long enough to remember where I want him the most.

I immediately place my hand over him before he gets a chance to stick his eager cock in me and make me cum and he looks at me confused. I smile at him and shake my head no, watching the confusion really overtake him. "No," he questions me, raising and eyebrow.

"No," I repeat him, smirking.

"Baby, I dunno what you want then," he says defeated. "Just tell me and I'll do it. I wanna make you feel good. Don't you want me to make you feel good, baby?"

I stop to think for a minute to figure out how to ask him for what I want without sounding like a pervert.

"J," I ask quietly. "I thought you said that I was your good girl? An unsure look covers his beautiful face.

"You ARE my good girl, y/n. You know that," he says moving a strand of hair out of my face. We both sit up and lean against the headboard of out bed in silence a minute.

"Baby, just say it," he calmly pleads.

I take a deep breath and turn to him, looking into those gorgeous eyes and sigh, slight embarrassment starting to settle in. "Well... If I'm your good girl... then I think you should fuck me... in my good girl hole.

"Shit," he says, a sly smile immediately spreading across his lips. "Baby, we've only done that once and I didn't even consider that a possibility of something you would want right now. Are you sure," he asks seriously. "Is this what you really want?"

A huge smile appears across my reddened face and I nod my head rapidly. "Yes, this is exactly what I want JJ," I say getting on my hands and knees. He chuckles and quickly follows behind me, only stopping to pull me back up a minute to kiss me.

"You really are my good girl, aren't you y/n," he smirks.

"Always," I smile back.

"Ok baby," he says kissing me one more time before I resume my position on all fours. He smacks my bare ass a few times and rubs his thumb over my puckering hole. It feels so good to finally have him touch me where I've been craving him all night.

"Ready?," he prompts me, to which I immediately give a lusty moan when I feel the tip of his cock brush my opening.

I hear him let out a dark laugh as he smacks my ass again, a bit harder this time. The stinging feeling feeds my growing arousal and makes me involuntarily clench my cheeks together. "Relax baby," he whispers seductively, rubbing my tender, reddened skin. My good girl," he praises.

I relax at his calming words and take a deep breath. "Ok, baby," he says again. "Head down, ass up!"

Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate it and hope you liked it!

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ghouljams · 7 months

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DIE RUNNING TO DEMON PRICE PLEASSEEE 😭 MY HEART

They're the CO(Mom) who else is Die gonna run to?? I'm gonna let y'all comfort Die, just this once because I think it's funny.

The demon over your lap sobs, big heaving watery cries that shake her whole body. You stroke her head, take careful consideration of her horns as you pick her hair into place. She sniffles, and you summon a tissue to offer so she stops trying to wipe her nose on your blanket. She's babbling in rapid Danish, infernal interspersing the English she manages to sob between skewed grammar.

"It's ok," You sooth, rubbing a hand over her back, she looks up at you with big watery eyes, "I'll look over the rules and see what I can do." She sniffs again, mouth down turned in a truly impressive pout. "Ok?" You ask, brushing her hair back from her face.

"Ok," Her voice wobbles, "can I stay with you and human Price tonight?"

You bite your lip to try and keep your smile down. Price sits up next to you, finally having had enough of pretending to sleep while you comfort your subordinate. He all but glares at you. You try not to look like you're laughing. You're very serious, a very serious CO. He let's out a short snort of laughter and throws the blankets off of himself.

"I'll put the kettle on," He tells you. You assume he's using it as an excuse to check the barracks for an open bed. Or maybe he's just trying to give you long enough to convince Die she absolutely cannot crawl into bed with you.

"You have to call him Captain," You tell her instead.

#ghoul speaks #cod x reader #x reader #cod x oc #x oc #oc: price #oc: die #john price x oc #john price mw2 #captain john price #demon!darlings au

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mymainwastoocluttered · 2 years

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TFW you have a gamer bf to pass stages for you (Idia)

I suck at the twistunes, ok? Bite me. Idia for my own comfort

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

(⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

"Idia, you love me, right?"

"I–I..."

"Right! We wouldn't be dating otherwise. Since you love me soooo much—and I love you too, of course, so much it hurts—, can you please please please get me past this stage?"

Without waiting for an answer, (Y/N) shoves her phone into his hands, doing her best to tame her cute annoyed expression into a cute pleading expression. On the screen, Idia can see the rhythm game she's currently obsessed with, the cute animal characters winking at him and pointing at the start button.

Idia has heard of this game, of course, with its rising popularity, specially between girls—ie, his girlfriend's demographic—, though he has never played it himself. He does have some rhythm games under his belt, of course.

"Please?" She pleads again, doing an exaggerated pout that deals a huge amount of damage to Idia's heart. Why is her cute status so high?! Or maybe he's the one with the disadvantage against cuteness? "You don't even need to monologue sweetly inside your mind, I'll do it for you! Here: (Y/N) always tries to win by herself, not because she doesn't trust her boyfriend's incredible skills, but because she likes winning her battles by her own efforts, even the small ones like videogames. And yet. And yet, she comes to Idia in her time of need, trusting him to fight for her until his last breath—"

"Ok, ok, I–I'll do it, just... Just stop with the narrator voice!" Idia interrupts with the calmest voice he can muster, which is several octaves higher than usual, as it tends to happen when his girlfriend starts monologuing like a romance novel narrator.

He must have a type disadvantage against cuteness.

Taking a deep breath to calm his heart, he tries to focus on the quest trusted to him by (Y/N). The game is relentless, but the music is catchy without being too overwhelming. He needs to restart the game two or three times to get the feel for it, but by the fourth start over, he's ready to combo his way to a high score.

Only when he hits the last note, a "★Perfect★" popping up on the screen for the last time, is when he notices the awed look in the girl's eyes, directed to Idia himself of all people.

His heart takes another devastating critical.

"W... What?!" He squeaks, feeling his face burn just as much as his fiery hair.

"Idia, you're so cool!" Is the answer he gets, together with an armful of very excited girlfriend for a K.O. move.

They fall onto his bed, her on top, and Idia freezes when he feels her weight on top of him. Oh, Great Seven, he's on his bed with his girlfriend, laying down with his girlfriend, and she's praising him to Hades and back. He was not prepared for this bonus stage. Why are they even on his bed?

Oh, right. (Y/N) suggested they do a parallel play so Idia can get used to being closer to her without stressing about entertaining her. It seems she has forgotten all about that, nuzzling his chest in thanks, babbling about how cool he is for getting a SS in a stage she's been stuck for a week.

And while Idia does feel like fainting, specially when he notices the tips of his hair burning a bright shade of pink, he's not about to skip this CG.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader

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shutit-haha · 9 months

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I wuv you

"I wuv yooou," you're big bulk of a boyfriend clung to your waist for dear life. His face was burred in your stomach, heavy hot breaths hitting your skin through the fabric of your clothes. Like the amazing person you were you came and picked up the blasted man, and may or may not have been trying to manipulate him right now.

"I wuv you too," he babbled into your stomach. God was he so easy to manipulate when he was drunk out of his mind.

"Do you," you winked at your phone. It was leaned up against the windshield recording from the safety of your dash. "I don't think you do," you gave him a fake little pout.

"No, I wuv you dumbass," he clung to you tighter. Red eyes peered up at you, bottom half of his face still hidden from view. "I wuv you," he sounded like a child.

"Katsuki," you pulled your hand out of his hair. "You don't love me anymore," you looked away to dramatically sulk.

"No," he sat up quickly. Too quickly, his vision spotted and his head hit the roof of the car. You watched the blonde wince, still speaking through the pain and confusion. "I do wuv you, I do."

"Awe bubba, you hit your head." You reached out for your darling boy, your poor drunk boy.

"Please don't leave me, I wuv you."

One hand cupped his face, thumb wiping away the tears he had begun to cry, the other rubbed soothingly at the top of his head. "Ok baby, ok. Calm down," you tried to reach for a water bottle but he kept your hands on him. He was all sniffly and whiny now, desperate for your affection.

"Please don' leave me, I wuv you, I promise."

"I'm just trynna get you water bubbas, you gotta let me go."

"No," he clung to you again, only this time you couldn't breathe.

"I'm right here, Katsuki-"

He groaned, "Katsuki!"

"Baby," you quickly corrected. You hadn't expected him to be so touchy about the pet-names. "I'm right here baby," you rubbed his back other hand reaching for the water. "Here," you twisted off the cap for him. "Drink," you put the bottle to his lips. The oaf had wrapped his hand around your in an attempt to hold the bottle himself only to spill it. "Ok, ok. It's fine, I got it, I'll take care of it." You had tried to climb into the backseat to get him a shirt, but he pulled you back by the waist. "Katsuki!"

"You're gonna- you're gonna leave me."

"I'm getting you a shirt," you tried once again to pull yourself through. "Baby please," you whined.

"You won't leave?"

"No," you sighed. "Baby, please you're being difficult."

"I'm sorry," he hesitantly let go of you. You watched over your shoulder as he sunk into the seat, hand over his eyes. The wet tracks left from his tears shimmered under the streetlight, hair a mess form his antics.

"Here," you handed the green shirt to him only for him to pull you into his lap. "Katsuki the car is not big enough for this," your head nearly hit the ceiling.

"Yes it is," he slurred, kneading your ass.

"No, really it's not."

"Don't care," he grumbled, "take it off for me." He kissed your neck, again, and again, and again. Your hands slowly worked at the buttons, startling when he nipped at your skin.

"Katsuki," you scolded. He huffed against your skin, kissing over the bite. You were halfway done with the buttons when he has started sucking. "Katsuki stop that, come on. Keep this up and you can undress yourself."

"Sorry," he grumbled only to play with your ass more instead. He'd push them together and then spread them apart. You undid the last buttons, his nose dragging up your neck. The blonde kissed behind your ear, and then nipped at the same place.

"Katsu," this time it was you grumbling. Your hands glided along his torso as you slid off his shirt, taking notice of how he shivered. His hips bucked underneath you, grinding against you. "Stop that," you shifted slightly to stop the recording on your phone. "You're drunk," you pulled the dark green shirt over his head.

"Please," it was such a soft whisper. "Please mommy." Your breath hitched, lust now planted within you. Ignoring the feeling you tapped his arm so that he could lift it. As you helped him get it through the sleeve he kissed along your shoulder. "Please, please mommy. Today's been such a stressful day, all I want is your warm fuckin' cunt." There he was grinding up against you again. This was all so new to you it was dizzying. Katsuki had never given you power like this, had never called you by that name, had never begged. He'd never spoken the way he was speaking right now. "I'll be a good boy now I swear." You put his arm through the other sleeve.

"Katsuki stop it." You were quick to slide off him, jumping back into your seat. You took in a steadying breath before leaning into his space yet again so that you could buckle him in.

"Please," he grabbed your wrist placing your hand on his bulge.

"You're drunk." You tried to pull away but he held you firm.

"I jus- just need a release."

"You're not in your right set of mind." Finally you managed to yank your hand away. "Here," you slammed the water bottle against his chest. He gulped half of it down, as you pulled out of the parking spot.

"Want you so fuckin' badly," he unzipped his pants.

"Katsuki no."

"Hurts," he whimpered. You glanced over at him, noticing the stain on his boxers from the precum. Eyes on the road, eyes on the road! "Gotta," he hissed beginning to pull it out.

"Katsuki stop, we are on the fucking street right now. Stop please," you were begging him. You were well over the speed limit, driving yourself crazy with not looking over at him again. "Baby please," you had changed your tone of voice, using something more sexy. "If you do this for me I promise I'll reward you."

He halted his movements with a hiss, whimpering and whining before speaking. "Promise?"

"Promise my love."

"Ok." Surprisingly, he listened, fixing his boxers and zipping up at his pants. The rest of the ride went smoothly after that, his head in your lap. When you finally pulled into your driveway you made him rink whatever it was he had left of his water. You then opened his car door, and helped him stumble to the door. "I behaved well for you," his voice was groggy, eyes barely open. The bulky man was leaning against the locked door, body swaying slightly.

"You did," you cooed bending down to untie his shoes. "You were a good boy," you tapped his leg so that you could slide the shoes off.

"Yeah," he swallowed dryly.

"Mhm, a very good boy." You took off the other shoe, setting it down beside it's pair.

"I wuv you." He stuffed his face in your shoulder as soon as you were back to standing up right.

"I know you do baby," you grabbed his hand. "I wuv you too," you led him to the bedoom.

"Mhm, yeah you do." He sat at the foot of the bed, eyebrows pinched together.

"You ok bubba?"

"Gotta-" He brought his fist up to his lips.

"Oh ok, ok. I gotch you." You rushed over to his side, helping him get to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees as soon as he was close to the toilet, one hand on the sink, the other on the tub to keep himself steady. "I got you," you rubbed his back, and pushed his bangs out of his face.

"I love you," his voice echoed in the bowl.

"I love you too, I'm gonna get you some water ok?"

"Don't leave," his hand blindly found yours.

"I'm gonna be right back."

He grumbled to himself incoherently before flushing the toilet. "Fine," he let go of you. When you came back not even two minutes later, he was sitting with his legs spread out on the floor. His back was up against the bath tub, hand over his eyes yet again.

"I brought you joggers lovely," you uncapped the water.

"Thank you," his hand once again grabbed yours. You only hummed, straddling him so that you could give him the water. His hands slid under your shirt caressing the warm flesh there. "Take this off," he murmered.

"Katsuki-"

"Wanna give you mine dammit, don' want it."

"Ok," you lifted your arms up. He pulled the shirt over your head, undoing your bra as well. Taking one more sip of water he then pulled his shirt off, putting it over you. "Better?"

He hummed carefully lifting you off him so that he may stand. "Pants," he grumbled making grabbing motions.

"Can you do it on your own?" You eyes him, as you passed the joggers.

"Course I can," he unzipped his pants. "Can I do it on my own," he grumbled to himself. The blonde roughly pulled up his sweats, not even bothering with the strings. When he was done you pushed him against he counter so that you may brush his teeth. You babied him way too much, but it was his fault for letting you.

"Ok now you ready?"

He nodded, following behind you like a duckling. "One more sip," he was sitting on the bed again. You brought the bottle to his lips, tilting it as soon as they parted. When he was finished you placed the bottle on the night stand and he pulled you on top of him. "You owe me a reward," his voice was husky with exhaustion.

"I do," you hummed. You placed your hand flat on his chest, arching your back with the excuse of needing to reach his cheek. You kissed it lightly, eyelashes tickling his skin. "There's your reward, goodnight baby."

"Shitty woman," he grumbled to himself. "night."

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mommy k!nk #drunk #fluff #drunk shenanigans #domestic fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader

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bunnakit · 5 months

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last twilight e8 thoughts, feelings, and tears

ok i cried for like 10 minutes after the episode ended so forgive me if this isn't up to par of what i usually do. apparently i'm fragile today.

there was a lot i liked and didn't like about this scene. in the past we've seen Day cling to the idea that someday he'll see again, that this is all temporary. instead of reiterating that, instead of talking about the cornea transplant, he instead asks "what can i do?" it's such an insanely massive sign of his growth. i'm so fucking proud of him. it made me so fucking emotional because while he's still upset, he's still hurt, he's still angry, he realizes his reality and he's making steps to move forward with that.

what i didn't like about this scene was once again Day's mother acts like Day's life is ending. she's been the number one person to coddle Day and to reassure him of this surgery that may never happen. i know she means well but fuck. this has to stop.

i also fucking hated the doctor for this. Day isn't fucking dying, there's still so much he can do even once his sight is completely gone. sure, he'll have some limitations, i get that. i can't swim in the ocean or rivers anymore. that fucking sucked to learn right before going on my honeymoon to the beach. but you know what i could still do? walk across the beach to the little hidden tide pools, sit on the jagged rocks, and watch the crabs and fish and anemones and everything thrive in this tiny little ecosystem. it was still amazing and something i may not have done if not for my disease keeping me from going in the water.

we're limited by our disabilities but we aren't fucking dead - life goes on around us and we can either participate in it or wallow in our fate. i'll talk about this more later.

you can skip this next paragraph if you don't want to see me babble on another personal anecdote.

i will say i saw a lot of myself in this moment. something similar happened to me a few weeks ago. i learned my disability is no longer responding to the treatments and i'll have to have multiple surgeries next year to close some year old wounds and will probably need some skin grafts. my disease is no longer managed but once again getting worse. when the doctor told me i just nodded and discussed the game plan. meanwhile, my mom was heartbroken and kept asking if there was anything that could be done. (nothing that i'm not already doing.)

sometimes we just have to nod along and accept what's happening. we can cry about it and get pissed later if we have to.

ohhh there's so much i want to talk about here. Day's mom infuriates me, probably because she's the opposite of everything my mother ever was when faced with my disabilities. her constant refusal to address Day's blindness is so painful, as if it's somehow a reflection of him as a person or a stain. it's just a fact of life and her denial is doing so much more to hurt Day than to help him. as much as i hate it, though, it is realistic. it can be so hard for those close to us to acknowledge what's going on, especially when they can't experience it for themselves or they aren't around day to day.

which brings me to the part that frustrates me the most. i'm going to get REALLY personal here.

TW FOR SUICIDE AND MENTAL HEALTH ->

i'll put another message when this little anecdote is over so ya'll can skip to that.

i've been diagnosed with major depressive disorder since i was 15. when i was 16 i tried to kill myself. my mom didn't know until last year, but at the time she knew my depression was getting to a concerning level of bad. you know what she did? she quit her job. she made any sacrifice she could to stay home with me and make sure i was safe and felt heard and taken care of. granted, she wasn't a single mother at the time but we also weren't rolling in the money. my dad was a construction worker in the early 2000s when construction work was struggling HARD.

but that's what you do for your kids, that's what you do to take care of them and make them feel heard and loved and cared for unconditionally. my depression and desire to die wasn't a stain on who i was, it was my mind holding me hostage with no way out because they couldn't give me medication until i turned 18.

OKAY IT'S SAFE NOW ->

anyway, where i was going with that is that Day's mom, as a famous chef, clearly makes enough money to take time off work, to be there for her son, to stay home and make him feel loved and cared for. there's likely a lot going on on her end of being a single mother, of feeling like she needs to prove herself and show the world she can do this alone - but her son doesn't have to do it alone just because she wants to. he needs a support system and right now all he has is Mhok.

Day's anger is so real and so justified. he must feel abandoned by his mother, by the one person that should be there to comfort him and keep him safe. her love has become conditional on the state of his eyesight.

and then she tells him he can't go? he's not a fucking child. he's a full grown man and he was just told to do things while he still can see at least a little. i told my mom the exact part of the plot and her response was "well fuck her, he's gotta go." you're god damn right he does, mom.

everything Night does feels like repentance. i need know what the story is, i need to know what caused this massive fissure between them. i don't want to comment or speculate too much but at this point i can no longer condemn Night. he's trying, he's clearly trying so fucking hard, and he clearly has so much love for his brother.

and him giving Mhok money and letting him and Day escape because he knows Day will be happier? i really hope that is a step in the right direction of mending whatever was broken between them. there are only four episodes left and i hope bare minimum half of them deal with what is going on here.

The sea remains the sea. The sand remains the sand. The sky remains the sky. Though I can't see, everything remains the way it is.

and here we are. being diagnosed with a disability is a massive change in our lives, a huge hurdle we have to climb, but at the end of the day the world still turns, life still goes on, and we can either go with it or remain stagnant. this is the culmination of everything Mhok has shown Day. Mhok has constantly brought Day out to participate in life, to learn how to navigate the world that remains unchanged. while Day's world has changed it remains the same in so many ways. this is such a beautiful moment of acceptance and peace, of healing and moving past the hurt. once again, i am so proud of Day.

he's going to be okay.

i've seen others mention it but fuck this once again drove home how soft and caring Mhok is, something that's been so constant in this episode from his willingness to help Day, to the keychains, to the escape, and now this. this little act of asking for permission, of giving Day permission, of almost asking Day 'will you kiss me?' and then Day does. Day gives Mhok the first kiss initiated by him. until now it's always been Mhok but this time Day reaches out to Mhok in this gritty, sand filled kiss. (disgusting but still lovely)

and this really drove home how safe Day feels with Mhok. they're somewhere completely new and unpredictable but he suggests they drink and participate in the party - and i love that he doesn't ask for permission but rather says 'why not?' because Mhok has never made him feel like he needs to ask for things, not things he's fully capable of deciding for himself.

and they do! they act like the young adults they are and have an amazing night of just fun and laughter and love and i fucking love that for them. how many times have we seen Day get to act his age and be carefree? it's remarkably telling how free Day feels the further he gets from home, how free his love is when he isn't worried about his family. when he's away from home Day really becomes the sun.

(also i think i might make shirts like this with my husband as a fun activity because that's really cute.)

i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine. (i'm lying.) the amount of love they have from here on is almost palpable. the fact that Mhok takes the time to tell Day he looks good, that he's admiring him. fuck. it makes me think of just a bit before, where we see Day linger with his fingers against the mirror. Day hasn't seen his own reflection in over a year, he has no idea what he looks like anymore. he won't get to see the way age changes him, won't get to see the wrinkles and laugh lines form on his face.

but Mhok will be there to tell him, to say how handsome he is, and without fully seeing Mhok Day will know he is equally as handsome because he knows Mhok's voice, his character, and sure he knows what everyone has said about Mhok's appearance but who he is has always been more important.

and then for them to essentially say their own vows in the light of the setting sun? oh, my loves.

Day is starting a new chapter in the book of his life, a new chapter with Mhok and hope and confidence. he's taking back control and paving his own way and no matter what comes he'll face it head on.

i started crying here and didn't stop, P'Aof please i'm sending you bills not for my therapy but for all the water i have to buy to rehydrate myself from all my tears. once again, fucking hell i'm so proud of Day.

and he tells them to have a kid soon! so he can help raise it!! just like he'll probably help raise Porjai's kid. because he no longer sees himself as incapable, as someone unable to help. Mhok has shown him how capable he is, how much he can still do.

please allow me a moment to - AAAAAAAAA.

personally i cannot wait for all the gifsets we're going to see of this moment. they danced so perfectly together because they know each other. Mhok knows Day better than anyone else, they've gone through so much, and they move so intrinsically together. i'd say they know each other better than anyone else but there's still so much of Mhok left unexplored. there's so much Day still doesn't know, so much pain Mhok is still hiding.

i can't wait for them to truly know each other inside and out (not like that, but hey it looks like we're getting that next ep eeeyy)

i'm not really going to comment on the dad showing up at the end. i feel almost nothing about that, i'm just waiting to see how that turns out and reserving my opinions for now. (i had a shit dad, i'm a little bais.)

man, i'd hoped this would be brief with how raw i was feeling and how busy i am with work but GUESS NOT. thanks for reading as always tag loves: @nutcasewithaknife @benkaaoi @callipigio @infinitelyprecious

#bunn meta #last twilight #last twilight the series #mhokday #morkday #userjamiec

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fqiryspit · 1 year

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i hope you don’t mind me requesting again, but can i request smut 32, 50 and 78? if not no worries! thank you and congratulations again <33 you deserve it

ahhh thank you so much for requesting again! you can request however many times you want!

32, 50, and 78 = is it gonna hurt?, I'll guide you, I'll never get enough of you |fqiryspits 3k event|

virgin!fem!reader x soft!dom!eren

cw: first time!reader, loss of virginity, nipple sucking, established relationship, etc

"is it gonna hurt?" you ask slowly, he kisses your cheek before moving to your lips

"It might- tell me if it does. we'll stop right away" he whispers as the crisp cold night floods your senses

after an hour of foreplay, it's finally time for the moment you've been waiting for since you realized eren was the one for you, you were gonna lose your virginity to him.

he grips your ankles as he moves you up, spreading your legs as you suddenly feel shy with such a private part of you being on display

"I-I'm not sure what to do" you mumble out, embarrassed if you're ruining the ambiance with your fussing

"I'll guide you"

he rubs the tip of his dick onto you, knocking your clit slightly as it somewhat eases your nerves of excitement and fear

"okay, bug...I'm gonna put it in now" he whispers

you grin at the nickname, such a lewd situation to use it in, you thought.

he slowly slides his cock in, your teeth slip your lip in to bite it as a distraction

"is it hurting you too much? are you okay?" he asks, genuinely worried as he searches your face for lies when you answer with a light shake of your head and an "I'm ok"

he's halfway in and you start to feel the pain subside, he keeps adding until you're full and the pain gets replaced with something entirely different

"I'm gonna move now, alright?" he asks, kissing your shoulder softly as you nod once more, and with the first jut of your hips, you feel a mixture of stretching and unbelievable pleasure.

you gasp at the feeling, making eren stutter in his movements as he himself struggles with how tight you wrap around him

the sound of hips smacking and your moans slipping from your tongue envelop the room as you melt, pleasure overcoming you as you start to unwind with this new feeling.

"oh my goodness eren!" you moan, he kisses down your neck, collarbone, and to your breasts, as he takes a nipple in, you cry out his name as he laps around the bud

his fingers snake down and start to rub your clit you feel as though every spot you have is being touched perfectly

his cock is so deep in you, with every thrust you seem to tighten around him and he groans into you feeling himself lose control

"eren!" you cry out, gripping his locks and digging your nails into his scalp as he knew exactly what was happening

"go ahead, baby" he whispers and you let out a cry, your cream spilling on him and the sheets, he moves to your lips and speeds up his movements before shooting his cum right to your womb, he kissed up your neck before removing himself

"you did so good" he kissed you,

"stay right there baby" he moved to the bathroom and came back moments later, with a wet washcloth.

after he cleaned you up he laid with you and wrapped his arms around you kissing your hair as he softly stroked your back

"that felt...so good" you babbled as he laughed

"I'm glad" he adds

"does it get boring, after a while?" you so curiously ask, he sighs as if in thought before answering,

"there are different ways to keep it spicy, but I can never get enough of you so there's no need to worry about that" he chuckles and you bury your head into his chest while laughing

"I love you so much"

you looked up at him and kissed him, slow and passionate as you savored the kiss

"I love you too"

an: again, thank you so much for requesting again! I think these prompts actually worked really well together! (even though I had to squeeze that last one in the end lmaoooo) ahhhhh cute eren + reader is my fav!!

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beesmygod · 14 days

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today is webcomics day. i am bea and i make "A Ghost Story" - part 1: pre-gaming

webcomic day is a yearly celebration of the art form concocted by the screentones podcast team as a way for people to see how the sausage gets made. my webcomic "a ghost story" has been running for over 10 years, and yet i still don't think i can say i am good at making a webcomic. regardless, the comic is getting made because otherwise i become very, very sick in the head. today i would like to share with you the process of making a page of "A Ghost Story" from start to finish. either this demystifies the process or will make you think im so cool and strong for doing this 2x a week. instead of reblogging this one post until it gets very long, i will be posting individual updates that i will then compile and post on my personal website. block the tags now if you HATE comics and want them to EXPLODE.

if you have any questions, even things like "what the fuck are you even talking about" feel free to ask. i want to feel confident in what i make again and i think sometimes interrogation from an outside source is really

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that said, let's get started. wait just kidding i want a cup of coffee first, hold on.

ok now im ready. i have a big glass of water. i have coffee. i have a headset for the parts of work that don't involve typing words. i can't type words and listen to some streamer babble in my ear at the same time, so it has to be instrumental music or nothing. i just took my meds so they should kick in after about 30 mins. i woke up late today, which is weird and annoying. but maybe i can work late instead.

first off, i need to know where i'm going beyond this one page. if i dont know where im going with something, then i usually create something that sucks that i have to deal with later. hold on my internet died, i have to reset the router. ok, anyway.

what's rattling around in my brain is that not only do i have to deal with maxine's current predicament, i am also dealing with multiple plot elements i need to wrap back around to from the previous chapter. luckily, im about to put maxine down for a nap, which means i can get back to those other elements:

i need to finish the exposition from the three ankou characters for this story arc establishing their motivations as the oppositional force in the story. the "villain" is not these three specifically, but their boss. they need to have a loose understanding of what's going on in order to communicate this to the audience. god this started turning into a huge ass paragraph so i'll just keep it short there.

we've jumped back to before jack's horrible day from the first chapter of this storyline so we have to make our way back toward that and then lapping it, which means wrapping up his various open threads like:

feeding victoria and learning something new about her

finding out alice is a very exceptional employee who is getting many awards

watching valdo call lily while interrupting her during something personal to ask her for help with maxine's situation.

jack meeting with valdo and lily the day after they first met so jack can just tell them straight up that lily has 4 sisters she doesnt know about.

help that girl with her poltergeist problem. remember that. i've had jokes for this rattling in my head for like 4 years. im going insane.

and also the fucking tilberi!!! that has a point its going somewhere!!! there's a larger menace here!!!

other things to set up the climax of this storyline. sexual tensions, hints at larger emotional problems not immediately evident to the reader

lots of moving parts. and i feel like im moving in slow motion to get to them. i can see them all weaving together in my head, its the process of putting that onto paper that's proving difficult.

ok that took an hour starting and stopping. -_- let me write the next part as i keep brainstorming on how to approach this page. taking a "rubber duck" approach to this might help. heres an image from the last page i worked on (i have a 5 page buffer rn so the site does not match the finished pages) to get us semi-situated.

also because images will help people understand what skill level we're working with here. i need to be able to communicate an idea to the audience; if the art also looks good on top of that, then that's just an added bonus. but the ability to communicate my ideas is sometimes hampered by my lack of artistic skill or comics language ineptitude. like those speech bubbles kind of fucking suck but at a certain point you have to just hit print on what you're working on in order to keep your already glacial pace.

webcomics is a tightrope act where you're also spinning 4 plates at once. the trick is to keep the audience from realizing how many actually fall or how wobbly they all are. the act sucks but technically its not a failure.

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