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#the fuck is this? consequences? of my actions??
minswriting · 16 hours
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Hiii!! Could you write a request where reader and Aaron are sitting on the couch watching a movie, and then reader sits on his lap and Aaron is a bit flustered 🤭 and reader ends up riding him?
nsfw | mdni
as you and aaron sat on the couch watching some dumb action movie, you couldn’t help but just want to crawl into aaron’s lap and ride him. he was wearing a casual t-shirt with a pair of jeans and while you adored his suit combos, aaron in casual clothing never failed to turn you on.
so, you being you, crawled into aaron’s lap, blocking his view of the tv while giving him a smirk. “hi,” you said, putting your hands on his shoulders.
aaron’s reaction was exactly what you wanted as his cheeks grew pink. “uh- well hello,” he replied, giving you a small smile. his hands landed on your waist instinctively, holding you in place. “what brought this on?” he asked.
“i want to ride you,” you said bluntly, tilting your head slightly to the side.
aaron’s eyebrows went up in slight surprise before he lowered his head. he was clearly flustered and you absolutely soaked it in. it wasn’t often that you could get aaron hotchner to be flustered. “is that so?” he whispered, bringing his gaze back to you.
you nodded your head, biting your lip. “yes,” you replied.
which led to the both of you being unclothed as you bounced up and down aaron’s cock. his fingers were gripping your waist, guiding you onto his length. you moaned shamelessly, loving the feeling of aaron’s cock disappearing in and out of your pussy.
aaron let out low moans of pleasure, his head thrown back on the couch. “you always feel so good,” he said, licking his lips.
“so do you,” you replied breathlessly.
“mmm,” he said before thrusting his hips upwards, hitting your g-spot dead on.
“o-oh fuck,” you moaned, stopping your movements to allow aaron to take over. and of course he did.
he thrusted up into you, fucking you at a normal pace. “look at you,” he murmured into your ear, his hot breath on your skin. “one movement and you’re completely turned to mush. love when i fuck you that much?”
you nodded your head pathetically, relishing in being fucked. this as a frequent thing that happened. you’d try to take control over the situation but the moment aaron made a movement, your brain would fog up and you’d just be mush. and it was fabulous. it was like getting drunk off of aaron’s cock.
aaron’s thrusts quickened, making you whine and moan like a whore as his cock continuously hit your g-spot dead on. “oh my-oh fuck,” you moaned, gripping aaron’s shoulders.
“you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted. “gonna cum for me soon?”
you nodded your head. “so close, aaron,” you whined, closing your eyes in pleasure.
“go ahead, sweetheart,” aaron urged, moving his hips. “cum for me. cum on my cock, pretty girl.”
and so you did with a loud whine and your body shaking as you came on aaron’s length. it didn’t take long for him to follow suit, cumming inside of you without a care of the consequences.
when both of you had finished, you stayed still for a moment. until aaron looks at the tv and sees the credits. “damn it, i wanted to see what happened in the end,” he exclaimed, looking back at you with a smirk.
you had been resting your head on his shoulder but as he said that you looked up and gave him a “are you shitting me” look. “i think you can deal with it,” you exclaimed, smiling as you rolled your eyes.
“i’m sure i can,” he said as he leaned in to kiss your lips lovingly.
all and all a very great and productive date night.
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konigslilcumslut · 24 hours
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Ghost didn’t really know what jealousy was originally.
Given his standing as Lieutenant the most you’d get out of the dry ass humour having man was orders barked out and that same cold gaze.
Safe to say he never treated you any differently from his other soldiers so there would be no risk of jealousy right?
However…
The first time jealousy seemed to creep up on him, was when he spotted you with Gaz. At first it was just passing, not really understanding why or even how he felt the way he did.
But then it became a constant.
Any time he saw you too close to another soldier he’d grow stiff and irritable. Any time he’d catch you leaving the mess hall with a group of men he hated it.
Yet eventually you also became fed up with his behaviour…
So without thinking, not realising the consequences of your own actions (same) you burst into his private quarters, yelling “what the hell is your fucking problem?!”…unfortunately for you though…
You seemed to catch the Lieutenant at a bad time.
He’d just gotten out of the shower, in the process of pulling his mask back on but you saw a small glimpse of his face, water dripping down the chiselled lines of hard earned muscle and a towel tightly wrapped around his waist.
And when he locked eyes with you, you could’ve sworn there was something a whole lot more…feral to his cold gaze than just anger.
“The fuck did you just say to me soldier?” His rough tone would ring out, stepping closer as his gaze would remain locked with yours.
“What is your fucking problem?” You’d stand your ground, clearly a little too proud to stand down at the challenge you now faced.
There was a thick silence…heavy as the air around you both seemed to shrink until your chests heaved to get some oxygen to your brains.
“You.”
It came out clear and cold. Yet so undeniably heated.
“You are my fucking problem. You’re driving me insane. I see you with another soldier and the only thing running through my fucking mind is putting them in the ground love. You have no idea what you do to me.” His tone would grow lower, stepping towards you as his chest heaved and his eyes never waver from your locked stare.
“I look at you and I want nothing more than to shove you into the nearest room, rip that damn uniform off your body and fuck your pretty cunt till you beg me to stop.” He almost snarls his own words out, as if hating the fact he was even thinking it.
“I am a soldier. I am a Lieutenant, I have a duty to uphold but god damnit if you keep looking at me like that I am going to lose my fucking mind.” He was barely inches away from you, so close you could almost taste the self restraint coming from him.
“Either walk away or get on the fucking bed love.”
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To be continued….? If ya’ll want….?
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“if the IHs were ideologically consistent ab redemption then they should have let Ankarna kill their parents/middle school class/themselves(?) after killing the rat grinders!!” do you guys hear yourselves
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queer-n-here · 9 hours
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I JUST SAW YOUR POST ABOUT WANTING TO BRANCH OUT TO DIFFERENT FANDOMS
AND THAT YOURE OK WITH MHA
BAKUGOU X READER PLS PLS PLS
Like brat Bakugou x brat tamer reader, breaking down his rudeness until he’s begging for it. PLS I wanna fuck him till he cries pls
(Sorry for the hornyposting oops k bye)
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yesssssss!!!
Fuck yeahhh brat taming Bakugo let's go!
(This was my initial reaction to recieving this req, no shit)
Contents: Lil headcannons bout taming Baku! Hope you like em!
Warnings: Smut, top male reader, edging, mentions of overstim near the end.
Bakugo, his ENTIRE character, screams 'I'm a little brat' like nothing else.
So I can see him being rude to you, too, mocking and joking around about some of your habits to piss you off. What that dumbass doesn't think of, however, is the consequences of his actions.
You grab Bakugo by the wrists and pin him to the bed you two were sitting at, press your knee between his legs and push them apart, holding him down despite his struggles.
"Look at you, all riled up just from some jeering." He says, smirking and completely oblivious of his fate. "What is it, haven't taken you- mmf!"
You cut him off with a kiss first, letting go of his wrists momentarily to rip his clothes off of his body.
Bakugo wouldn't admit it if you put a gun to his temple, but he loves being manhandled like this. You're stronger than him, which is something he tried to be in denial about earlier, but not anymore.
So when you enter his asshole without preparing him, he gives up the struggle and scrambles to find purchase to ground himself.
You fuck into him, making his hips buck up into yours. You hold him down, and began thrusting into him at a pace so slow it has him losing his mind.
You're hitting all the right spots, and the stimulation is making his back arch and eyes water, but its not nearly enough. Bakugo tries clenching around you, trying to rile you up to get you to fuck him senseless the way you sometimes do, but you just hiss and tighten your hold on him, pace slower than ever.
And it doesn't take long for him to lose his composure and fall apart in your hands. He's reduced into a needy mess soon, chest jolting as his breath hitches, hands grabbing at your shoulders so tight you feel his blunt nails dig into your skin.
"More, ah! [Name] faster!" Is the only string of comprehensible words that he can utter soon.
"Oh?" You grit your teeth against the sparks of pleasure each thrust is sending up your cock. "You wanna get fucked, hmm? Then why weren't you acting like it just now, Baku?"
And he just whines, feeling your tip barely brush against sweet spot this time, the denial of that pleasure he knew you could give him so intense it made him see black spots in his vision that he had to blink to clear.
So he begs, he begs like the whore he is in bed, like the cock-addicted little slut you've made him, who wants nothing more than to have you rearrange his insides to the shape of your cock.
You take pity on him, like c'mon, you can't keep edging him forever when your own cock is pulsing with want, right?
So you bend him in half and plunge into him, your pace like that of a wild fucking animal as you thrust into him, finally giving Bakugo what he wants.
Bakugo lays there, his brain slowly turning into mush as you finally, finally fuck him, his moans loud even over the sound of skin slapping against skin with each of your thrusts, sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead.
I mean, the night is still young tho. Maybe you can overstimulate him next, rip orgasm after orgasm from him till his entire frame his shaking, till his dick is shooting blanks, till he passes out on the bed under you from exhaustion, leaving you to clean up the mess on the bed. Who knows? 😉
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I don't care if nobody asked, Imma ramble about Angus Ciprianni anyways (/hj)
(Ik most of my content is Mario, but I NEED YALL TO UNDERSTAND THAT THAT'S NOT MY NEIGHBOR HAS TAKEN OVER MY BNNUY BRAIN AAA)
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We don't canonically see the bottom half of the neighbors at all, so by decree of the bunny, Angus uses crutches.
Rarely refers to himself by his first name. Whenever he mentions his name, it's always "Ciprianni". However, calls everyone else by their first name so long as he knows it.
Because of the lack of medical advancement at the time, he has undiagnosed ADHD. Everyone just thinks it's part of who he is and nobody really knows ADHD exists.
Doesn't really fear doppelgangers unless they're outwardly hostile.
Annoys the living FUCK out of Francis and Steven. Will literally wait at the stairs to chat their ear off. He KNOWS it pisses them off. He does it anyways.
He doesn't really understand the consequences of actions. He can understand reasoning (ex If I push this person, they'll be upset), but not the aftermath of it. (ex Because they're upset at me, they don't want to speak to me.) This costs him lots of friendships.
Doesn't have a strong connection with his family. Only really talks to his brother once in a blue moon over the phone.
Sells drugs and makes a fortune off of it. Everyone thinks he takes said drugs because he's so hyperactive, but he doesn't.
Saw someone else headcanon that he's horrible with financial literacy, so guess what?
He hallucinates his nightmare variation (Abducius Morail) pretty often and sees him in his sleep.
Speaking of sleep, he sleeptalks.
Best friends with Elenois and Selenne. They would beat the crap out of anyone that tried to hurt Angus.
Compared to the other young men in his building (Steven, Izaack, Francis, and I suppose Afton), he is super SHORT. Even upright if he didn't use crutches, he would only come to Francis' chin and everyone else's shoulders.
Bisexual but leans heavily towards men.
Due to it being the fifties and all, barely anyone calls him by she/her pronouns, but he doesn't have a preference of pronouns and doesn't strongly associate himself with any specific gender.
Because of his crutches, everyone assumes he's in his thirties or forties, but he's actually younger than Steven.
Moved to this district from Queens NY. He will tell anyone and everyone about Queens regarless of if they asked.
Hates the heat and therefore hates using a stove, will eat dinner at other houses or at a diner at any given chance.
Slight hoarder. His apartment has a lot of junk in it, but he has trouble getting rid of any of it. He know's it's junk, but he feels sentimental value in the junk.
Pretty dramatic. Will dramaticise his unwillingness to do something if anyone tries to make him do something he hates. (Cleaning, cooking, etc)
And uh, yeah, that's all the Angus I have for now <3
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laurabwrites · 1 day
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WIP I'm Accepting I Will Never Write
My brain has been generating too many Star Wars ideas for me ever reasonably get around to writing all of them, so I'm going to start dumping them on here (maybe AO3 as well, not sure yet) once I've accepted it's an idea I won't get to. So, to start off:
Anakin got Arrested at the Start of the War
In this one, Anakin's massacre on Tatooine was revealed shortly into the war (Qui-Gon Jinn's ghost, A'Shared Hett or Padmé having a conscience, doesn't matter it's not the point of the idea and I don't think it affects the plot). Anakin goes to Jedi jail in the Temple and the war proceeds apace.
At the end of the war, when Palpatine sets off Order 66, the Temple Guard who in another timeline became the Grand Inquisitor lets Anakin out. They would be killing all the Jedi, but somehow the Jedi have been alerted and the Temole seems strangely light on clone troopers they could be using as backup. The Grand Inquisitor knows this, Anakin doesn't. He's been in Jedi jail and has no idea what normal operations in the Temple have looked like for the past three year. They manage to get to the atrium of the Temple with the objective of getting out and rounding up some clone troopers to come back with. Except there's this Tortuga fighting both of them. She's not getting in any hits in on them but this scrappy, can't be more than 16, 17-year-old is holding both of them off while simultaneously organizing the Padawans and Initiates to grab younglings and run.
Then the 212th enters, Cody and Rex frog marching Obi-Wan in.
Which gives Anakin the opportunity to villain monologue about the Jedi Order not understanding emotion, they threw him away, Palpatine recognizes his true power, Obi-Wan will see the destruction of everything he holds dear, blah blah blah. Basically entitled white boy I did no wrong (ignore the dead children), you'll regret being so mean to me (enforcing the consequences of my own actions), ranting regurgitating Palpatine's bullshit about Jedi.
Meanwhile, the Grand Inquisitor is noting that a lot of kids are safely getting the fuck outta Dodge and the 212th is getting some good lines of fire. Why are they letting Anakin monologue instead of enacting Order 66?
Finally as Anakin is winding down, Obi-Wan speaks up: yes but, you see, you made one critical mistake.
Anakin, sneering: oh what's that
Obi-Wan: you hurt your Padawan-sister
Obi-Wan Force pushes Ahsoka and every remaining kid out of range while the entire 212th opens fire on Anakin and Grand Inquisitor.
Inquisitor is dead on the ground (sorry buddy, you were just a plot device to get Anakin out of his cell and show off how badass Ahsoka is with Soreasu mixed into her Jar'dai (I think I spelled those right...)). Anakin is on his Force bullshit, not quite dead, as Obi-Wan, Cody, and Rex come over to check.
Anakin: you won't finish me off, you're a Jedi, you're too weak.
Rex putting three rounds in his chest and three in his head: I'm no Jedi, slaver.
Backstory to get to this scene that slammed into me like a ton of bricks months and months ago:
212th never split the 501st off since Anakin wasn't there to get Knighted. Therefore Fives went to Obi-Wan when he found the chip. Obi-Wan got Shaak Ti to distract the Kaminoans, so Quinlan (or another Shadow, but I like using Quinlan for the known connection to Obi-Wan) could dig in Kaminoans' files and find documentation as well as an emergency counter signal. Obi-Wan dechipped his battalion anyway, not wanting to rely on the counter signal being permanent. They then jammed Coruscant's communications when Cody got the Order from Palpatine. 212th then uses the counter signal on the Corries, as they go to the Temple to grab whatever Masters were on planet. The clones and a fourth of the Council go kill Palpatine as he's declaring the Empire on the floor of the Senate.
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warlordfelwinter · 10 months
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oops
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year
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We can’t keep doing this.
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fairycosmos · 6 days
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shitty parents when their kid turns out shitty
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samarecharm · 4 months
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I miss goro. Bring his bitchass back
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scentofpines · 4 days
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have you ever considered...that identifying out of woman/girlhood because you don't relate to the societal implications, expectations, etc... contributes to making womanhood (feel) even more restrictive? maybe you feel better when thinking of yourself as anything but a girl/woman because you do not feel like a woman (what does that even mean?) but in my opinion you just added another brick into the prisonwall that is gender.
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lemongogo · 4 months
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my tavs :3c
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i f. i fucking forgot a pencil so i cant scribble out this Thought i had while on a lil road trip today - basically i was thinkin about Wally, as ya do, and i asked myself why does Wally eat with his eyes? its such a Fascinating yet somewhat Out Of Place choice for him. how did Clown come up with that? its so unique. it stands tf out.
and then i remembered Frank & Poppy's convo for their 'bug' audio, and how he says "you eat with your eyes first" and like... thats a real phrase. ive heard it in my life. & it set off lil alarm bells in my head the first time i listened to the clip, i just hadnt connected the dots yet. so its feasible that thats why Wally eats the way that he does - and an in-universe explanation could be that Wally heard the phrase before he could learn how to eat 'properly', and took it literally
essentially:
Frank: you eat with your eyes!
Wally: *rdj meme format* you eat with your eyes
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swedenis-h · 1 year
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Sofia & Katya breaking up..?? 😨😨
Inspo (X)
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treasure-goblin · 1 month
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stewyhosseini-bf · 1 year
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Honestly think what’s devastating about Ken snapping at Tom for the ‘you sound a little unhinged’ line was that I never would’ve expected that reaction cause that wasn’t even the worst thing Tom’s said to shiv, even just that day. You kinda forget it’s all happening behind closed doors cause we, the audience, see it all, so for Ken to lose his shit at him over it is just like … a reality check ig
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