#this blondie has a GRIP on me

[minniiaa]

do i like the reverie arc (minus the flashbacks) or am i just feral for Sabo?

#HES SO FINNEEEE #HOW CAN HE BE A BABYGIRL #AND ALSO A PSYCHO #MY MANS #sabo #revolutionary sabo #op sabo #one piece #i’m down so bad #I cannot dig myself out of this trench #this blondie has a GRIP on me #This deep in the tags im realizing… I think sabo is taking zoros place as 2 OP man omfg

[steddiealltheway]

Thinking of a coffee shop AU where Steve and Robin work together. They play this little game where they guess what a new customer’s order will be. To their surprise, Steve is accurate almost 100% of the time. Especially after he gets the hang of it, it’s like he’s a coffee mind reader - at least, that’s what Robin calls him.

The best friends spend most of their time chatting and occasionally Robin will ask, “Blondie who just walked in?” Or “Obnoxious purple tie, third in line?”

And Steve will answer in a few seconds, “Iced coffee, two shots of expresso, and three pumps of caramel… clearly a large latte with french vanilla and an oat milk substitute.”

Most of the time, Robin will make the order before the customer gets to the register. She’s learned to always trust Steve’s gut.

On a particularly slow day, Robin and Steve lounge by the machines, having cleaned them three times already. Steve steals a cookie from the display and gives half to Robin as they chat.

The bell rings and Robin nudges Steve. “What about him?”

Steve swallows. The man has long curly brown hair which rests over a leather jacket and some band t-shirt that Steve doesn’t recognize. His jeans are black and purposefully ripped at the knees, and his combat boots are well worn. The answer is obvious to anyone. “Easy, a large black coffee.”

For once, Robin hesitates to make the coffee, choosing to watch the interaction instead.

“Hi, welcome in, what can I get for you?” Steve asks with practiced ease.

Big brown eyes that were previously scanning the menu above now land on Steve, and Steve can’t help but pinch his leg behind the counter so he can get a grip.

The customer’s mouth opens and closes a few times, seemingly indecisive, which Steve finds to be a bit ridiculous because why would he want anything that isn’t just plain dark coffee? He doesn’t get lost in these thoughts for too long because the customer’s lips are a bit distracting…

“I’ll have a medium caramel frappe with whipped cream and maybe a bit of cinnamon on top?” The customer requests.

Steve freezes.

“Is that… okay? I don’t mind not getting the cinnamon if that’s a problem…” he trails off looking adorably flustered.

Steve clears his throat and reasons out loud, “This isn’t for you, right”

The stranger’s brow furrows. “Is there something wrong with my order?”

Oh shit. Yeah, that was rude. “No, no! Not at all! I just thought… well… with your whole look and vibe you would get something… not so sweet.” Fuck. He’s digging a bigger hole for himself.

“My vibe?” The man questions and luckily the crease in his brow is no longer there, and there’s maybe even a smile that tugs at his lips.

“A good vibe! Well, actually I thought you looked kind of scary. Not scary! Just… intimidating, man. With the leather and all black but it’s cool, dude.” Steve’s hands settle on his hips as he nods - at what, he doesn’t know, but he’s nodding. There’s a small kick to his shin that he knows is from Robin who is fixing the coffee next to him, but he’s going to refuse to look at her.

The sound of a lid snapping on the top of a drink container snaps Steve out of outright staring at the man now. Christ. Robin pushes beside him and slides the drink across the counter. “On the house to repay you for my coworker’s manners,” Robin says with a big grin.

“Oh, I didn’t mind really,” the man says, fidgeting with the large silver rings on his hand. Steve can’t tell if he’s imagining the blush on his cheeks or not.

“In that case, please come back and pray that Steve here can get himself together before then,” Robin says nudging Steve hard. Steve winces at the impact.

“Will do,” the man says, taking his drink and straw and walking out the building.

Steve buries his head in his hands.

“What was that?” Robin asks in a hushed tone although there’s no one around.

“I don’t know! I got his order completely wrong, and it threw me off!” Steve uncovers his face and begins stress cleaning the machine.

Robin laughs. “I haven’t seen you put your foot in your mouth so hard since Scoops.”

“Don’t remind me,” Steve begs.

“Well, at least you’ll never have to see him again because it seems like we’ve lost that customer forever,” Robin says with another laugh as Steve groans recalling the interaction.

It turns out that Robin is wrong though because he shows up again. The next day, in fact. Then the next… and the next… and the next… He starts coming more often than some of their regulars, and eventually he becomes one of them.

And every time, he orders something different. He’s gotten a hot latte, an iced latte, a cappuccino, chai tea, and even a hot chocolate. But everything he orders is overwhelmingly sweet - most times requesting an extra sweetener, and Steve has even seen him use extra sugar packets the few times he’s sat down inside.

A few days into Steve’s new favorite game of trying to guess the man’s new order, he finally gives him his name: Eddie.

Regrettably, Steve had gotten his name because it was a busy day and he had needed to. But still, he had his name.

On a particularly slow day with only Steve working, Eddie ends up being the only one in the coffee shop. Steve writes on a sticky note what his order will be because Robin isn’t there as a witness, and Steve needs some evidence in case he guessed correctly.

“Hey, Eddie, what can I get for you?” Steve asks with a smile.

“How about a medium peppermint mocha?”

Steve is going to tear up that sticky note and throw it away. He moves to make the mocha quickly, adding in extra pumps of mocha because he’s sure Eddie will want it sweeter.

When Eddie goes to pay and accept his coffee, he hesitates. He gives Steve a curious look and asks, “Why do you cringe every time I order something? Is it something I say? Or is it the order itself?” It comes out soft and curious rather than harsh and demanding which Steve is thankful for.

Steve says, “Well, it’s a long story but… here, I’ll show you.” He reached over and grabs the sticky note reading hot cappuccino, four pumps of caramel, and five packets of sugar and places it in front of Eddie who reads it over, throughly confused. “I guess people’s orders, and most of the time I’m right or I’m close enough that I’m basically right. But with you, I’ve guessed it wrong every single time. I just can’t figure you out.”

A small smile graces Eddie’s face. “Does that mean I’m special then?”

Steve’s heart thuds. “I guess it does,” he replies with grin.

“I’m glad,” Eddie says then winks at him. “I’ll be back tomorrow so you can guess wrong again,” he comments while turning to leave.

Steve chuckles, slightly flustered. “Looking forward to it, Eddie.”

“I bet you are,” Eddie flirts as he makes his way out the door.

Steve flushes bright red. Yeah, he definitely guessed Eddie all wrong, and he prays to continue to do just that so he’ll keep coming back. He knows one thing for sure though - Eddie’s drinks are about as sweet as him.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie coffee shop au #platonic stobin #coffee shop au

[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — h-hello firefighter!bakugou and heart surgeon!reader

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, sfw. mentions of hospitals, surgeons, fires, firefighting, mutual pining, crushes, he has a huge crush on you ok!! and yes i’m sorry, this is grey’s anatomy inspired ajaja

“so— open wide— what brings you in this time, blondie?”

bakugou looks at you, petulant like a child and pissed all at once— begrudgingly letting you pry open his plump rosey lips with what looks like a popsicle stick. he sticks out his tongue for good measure, letting you inspect the back of his throat for black specks of ash while he eyes you up. not that you mind.

“purse pooch,” he grunts once you let him free to notes on your clipboard to document the state of his health. he watches your hands, stable and good enough to hold hearts and feel them beat. you’ve got a grip on his own heart and you hardly know the extent of it. “some chick left her stupid dog in her apartment while the building burnt down.” your fingers are soft as they brush over his chest and then his back before you reach for your stethoscope. “i told you, ‘m fine.”

rolling your eyes, you press the cool metal tool to bakugou’s back— his shoulders rippling at the cool temperature and his tight protective shirt does nothing to hide the dips of each muscle beneath it. “who’s the chief of cardio at this hospital, blondie?” you tease him, feeling around for the dull thump of his heart. the one that you’re so used to. the one that you love to hear. you’ve been treating katsuki since you were an intern and he’d just started out as a firefighter— now you’re here, years later, an attending in cardio at a top trauma-focused hospital in Japan and katsuki, the captain of his regiment.

bakugou rebuttals with pettish silence and you can’t help but smile to yourself. “exactly. i am.” there’s something about the way his heart sounds… beating faster and faster until it seems like it’s going to burst. it makes your face drop because as a doctor, it sounds like his heart is sick and not like he’s panicked over how close you are. “and i don’t go telling you how to do your job mister ‘i run into fires and save stupid dogs’, although i should. i see you in this ER more than i see my own apartment. dogs aren’t stupid by the way.”

“they are, ‘nd i told you, i’m fine.” amused, the blonde swats you away and clears his throat nervously when you meet his eye, moving to face him with the stethoscope hovering over his chest this time. stupidly and perfectly sculpted, it makes you hot under the skin.

“are not,” you respond to both of his statements like a child goading another one into getting in trouble. you even stick your tongue too. “and the girl was obviously worried sick about her pet. they can mean a lot people. just as much as a person can. when you love something, someone, their lives are important.”

just as you finish your wistful speech, katsuki’s pulse speeds on the monitor and your resident who had taken over charting perks up at the incessant beeping. “uh, doc? should we be concerned about that?”

you shouldn’t be. medically, it’s nothing — the firefighter is just flustered by you and your existence. how you speak so tenderly about someone’s love for something. to everyone else in this hospital including you, katsuki’s heart rate could be an indicator of something dangerous or life-ending instead of the obvious crush he has on you.

bakugou’s cheeks warm as he tries to bat your resident off of him— he can just tell that they want something to be wrong with him so the case can turn surgical. “get off’a me, twerp!” he spits, sourly. “i’m fine!”

“i’m the doctor, i decide when you’re fine. you decide when and how the fire goes out.” you’re scolding him, bantering with the man and it drives him up the wall— gives him another reason to fall for you.

relenting, and no longer fighting treatment— bakugou keeps talking to you, hungry for more than just your medical attention. “okay, the dog wasn’t stupid. it was…just dumb of the chick to leave him. he meant a lot to her son ‘nd that typa carelessness pisses me off. went back in to keep the kid from losin’ his animal…am i off the hook now?”

“so you do have a heart, i knew you went back in there for a reason.” you smile softly despite your worry for his health, repeatedly checking his pulse on the monitor until you can get it down. “he’s got elevated breath sounds on the right and a racing pulse. no soot in his lungs but i’d like to get him up to CT just to double check.” you tell your resident and step back to put the arms of his bed up.

“how many times do i gotta tell you, doc? i’m fine!”

bakugou grows grumpier. maybe because after all these years of him coming in for check-ups…you haven’t realised how much he likes you.

how much me might even love you.

“i know that, but i want to make sure, and i figured you’d want to stay with me for a few extra hours while i check up on you.” honey runs through his ears as you speak, leaning over bakugou to lower his bed and wheel him around with your resident.

bakugou blushes profusely, forgets how to breathe and how to speak. “s-shut up,” he stutters.

because you still don’t know how much of his heart you hold in your practiced hands.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagines #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #mha fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

[gothic-thoughts]

Heartbeat

(Zoro he don't mean nothing to me baby, I promise)

Sanji Vinsmoke x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Pirate!Reader

CW: Reader's fed up wit Sanji's flirty self, Reader's on top, she/her pronouns, afab parts mentioned, hate fucking, riding, edging, vulgar words(he's a whore🙄), damn near porn w/o plot

Word Count: 1070 (give or take)

"Heh, s-so territorial. Ungh, sugar~"

Sanji let out shallow pants as I slowly lift myself up and down his sensitive shaft. He slowly bucked his hips up against my pelvis, desperately looking for more friction, earning another harsh slap to his thigh. The blonde Frenchman tugged at the ties that kept his wrists connected to the wooden poles of his headboard. 

"Knew I’d probably get a rise out of you but, ngh, didn't think you'd go this far."

"Shut up." I groan, clenching around him, "You know what you did."

"Yeah, I do, so you can...ngh, st-stop now."

"Do you?" I stop moving, "Has it finally sunken into that thick skull of yours?"

He pants heavily before chuckling "You're mad at me because I'm too charming. But isn't that why you--shiiit."

I clench around him, "You know what you did."

My arousal dripped down his sensitive shaft as I bounced on it with soft moans in his ear. His hips bucked as he struggled and panted, trying to keep it together but soft moans still came out anyway. I abruptly stop bouncing and look at his blissed-out face, as he starts gasping again.

"(Y/n), s'il vous plaît. Just..." Sanji gulps, "Just let me c-cum, please. I'm fucking begging you." 

"And I'm not fucking listening. I told you not to hang out with her again."

"She asked me to help her move something! Y-you can't be completely mad!"

"I am. You think I don't know how often you hang out with Nami's sister?"

"And nothing happens but harmless flirting, baby. Nothin' serious."

"Nigga, I don't want you flirting at all. I told you I don't like that shit."

I purposely squeeze around his incredibly hard cock making his head hang forward as another moan falls from his wet lips. He looked up at me with a dizzy smile and giggles, so I cupped his chin and focused his gaze on mine.

"Somethin' funny?"

"Oh, nothing~"

"We can go at this for another 20 minutes if you want."

He chuckles darkly, "You...you little minx."

"Then what's funny?"

"You just look so pretty when you're mad, t's making me so fucking hard."

"And yo ass gon stay hard. I’m not letting you cum and if you do, not inside."

His eyebrows raise, eyes widening. "What? No, no, no baby."

"I said what I said."

"You don't mean that, y-you like it too much."

"Try me." I growl.

"I apologized like a hundred times already, mon amour!"

"No, actually, you teased me about being jealous and tried to get free this whole time."

“Ugh, you little...." He trails off into an evil giggle, "This won't hold me forever.”

"Sure it will. And even if it can't, it's gon hold you long enough until you're so drained, you can't get me back."

"Eventually I'm gonna lose it, sugar girl; just you wait. You can take me for now but when it’s my turn, you're gonna get it, femme."

I lean into his face, squinting. "Is that so?"

"I’ll fuck you senseless and turn you into a sobbing mess. Both and this perfect fucking--oh fuck, unngh~"

I grind down on him, smirking when Sanji's hips stutter. I grab his shoulders, position my legs into a crouching position, and plunge, hearing moans fall from his pretty, swollen lips as he tries to finish his sentence. The chef's back arches, hand gripping the headboard.

“Merde, ngh mon dieu. Keep going, don't you f-uckin' st--mm~!”

"That feels good, blondie?"

"Hah, yes baby. Just let me cum, douceur (sweetness), please. I'm getting close, I can't anymore."

Sanji tugs on restraints while his thighs shook and tensed under me. His hips bucked up into me as I slammed myself on him, making us both moan out and toss our heads back. I try to bounce harder but once I notice he's enjoying it too much, I stop my hips, panting just as hard as he was.

"N-no." His panting fades into an evil chuckle, "Non, je ne pense pas. (no, I don't think so)."

He tugs hard on the restraints, ripping his hands free and breaking the small wooden poles in the headboard. I gasp as he sits up, flipping me to my back as he pins my wrists above my head and thrusts at a fast and hard rhythm. He grips my ass and pulls me into him, coaxing himself deeper into my squeezing pussy. He pins my wrists above my head and dips his face into my neck, sucking hickeys and bites marks into it. I gasp and moan in his ear at the sudden rough pace as he completely takes over.

"Oh m'god, S'nji~"

"You're not going anywhere." He pants, essentially growling desperately into my neck, "Feels so fuckin' good."

"B-baby, chill, mmh my god!"

"Pas encore (not yet). I didn't get you back for that little, half-hour tantrum you made me sit through."

"M-maybe if you stop eye-fucking Nami's sister, w-wouldn't have a f'ckin' attittude."

"You act like I'd fuck her. You know I can't help but compliment a beautiful woman, doesn't mean I'm not with most beautiful one dans le monde (in the world)."

"J-jus....deeper~"

He chuckles, "Sorry but you're gonna have to beg me now. What's my name, mon cherie?" 

"Deeper, baby, please~!"

"That's not it."

"Sanji!"

"Encore une fois. One more time, and I'll give you what you want."

"G'deeper, please, I'm so close."

"I said--"

"Fine, maybe I sh-should I jus' flirt wit Zoro...."

His hips stutter at my words and I instantly regret them as he puts my legs over his shoulders, grip my wrists tighter as he starts pounding into me, now fueled by rage. His hips speed up slapping against mine with every thrust, the amount of force making the bed clash against the wall.

"You think you're funny? Huh? I may be a flirt but that moss-headed brute is where I draw the fucking line."

Each drag of his cock in and out of my insides makes my eyes roll back into my skull, the wet squelching echoing in the room getting louder as I cum hard. I grip the sheets My eyes roll back and my legs tremble near his ears while my pussy spasms and clenches around him. He groans, slowing down only to draw away his orgasm before speeding up again.

"Who you cumming for, huh? Is it mosshead, cuz I don't think so. Tell me who's driving you insane."

I couldn't even respond with the way he was drilling into me with every word. He knew I couldn't do anything but gasp and groan when he reached deep and drags along my spot. I feel my juices roll down my ass and make the sound of his hefty balls quickly slapping on me louder.

"Speak, sugar; talk to me. Tell me who's making a mess outta you."

"Y-you, you; you baby, you are~! Don't stop, f-uck!"

“Mmh, b-baby~ You think I want her like this? She may be pretty but you know my cock only goes inside you. You're the only one that can take me so easily, sweet girl."

"B-baby, I can't!"

"S-sure...you...can, ngh. Now forgive me, dammit."

"I f'give you, I forgive you! I'm s'rry!"

"G-good. So....cum....again..."

I scratch at the blankets and yell his name making the grip on my waist tighten as he moans my name into the lip he was biting. I run my fingers through his hair and he can't help but let out a softer moan, his forehead coming down to rest on my collarbone as he practically melts at the affection.

His pace stuttered but he continued to massage himself with my tight walls while grasping at my hips desperately. Sanji suddenly pulled them to his pelvis with a moan as thick cum sprayed insides while I squeeze around him. We were both panting, words caught in our throats as he slowly pulls out with a tired smile. His body gives out and collapses onto mine with soft pants and broken breaths.

"Are we...done n-now?"

"No more flirting."

"I don't know....if this is how you act, I have to think about it."

#Spotify #sanji x reader #sanji x black reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #black fem reader #black reader #black writers #x black reader #sanji opla #opla sanji #opla sanji x reader #opla sanji smut #sanji smut #sanji vinsmoke smut #x black fem reader #sanji opla x reader

[envysparkler]

“Cass is the favorite.”

Bruce paused in the hallway, head tilted in the direction of the kitchen.  He wasn’t aware that anyone was still up.

“Definitely.”

Bruce was aware that Tim had coordinated tonight’s patrol as Damian was sick with the flu and Bruce was laid up with a couple of injuries—they must’ve just gotten back.

“She can read everything on his face and he never has to say a word—the old man must’ve been thrilled when he found her.”

Bruce frowned.  His plan to return to his bedroom was put on hold as he lurked in the shadow of the den, listening carefully.

“And…Dick is the next favorite.”

“Of course, he’s the Golden Boy.  Follows orders like the perfect soldier.”  There was a dark twist of bitterness to the words.

“Tim’s next.”

“No, it’s definitely Babs.  She’s actually good at her job.”

“Nah, I have to go with Steph.  Babs calls B out on his bullshit.  You, baby bird, melt into the shadows and don’t make a peep.”

“Tim, then Babs.”  When he heard the scratching of pencil on paper, Bruce realized they were actually writing this down.

“Then the demon brat.”

“Depending on what kind of scene he’s caused in the past week.”  A laugh, low and not very amused.

“Then me and Jason.  The outsiders.  Last on the list.”

A scoff.  “No, Blondie, then you.  I’m not on this fucking list.”

“Jason—”

“We’re ranking his kids remember?  Not the vaguely estranged undead mob boss that comes to bail your asses out of trouble.”

“You’re his son, Jason.”  Bruce was gripping the door frame so hard his dislocated shoulder twinged.

“All evidence says otherwise.”

“Well, I’m not his kid either.  So I guess both me and Jason are off this list.”

“You’re his kid, Blondie.  You have a room in this house.”

“I don’t use it.”

“Neither does little Red, and he’s the one running the company.”

“You have a room here too, Jason.”

“No, I have a fucking shrine to the fifteen-year-old kid who was murdered in Ethiopia.”

It landed flat and whatever camaraderie had been underneath the bitterness and snark dissipated instantly.  It left a heavy tension in the air.

“I don’t want it anyway.  Look what happens to the poor bastards at the top of the list.”

“What do you mean?”

“Cass—dear, darling, favorite Cass.  She disappears whenever anyone is talking to B.  Probably too painful to watch.”

“I hadn’t noticed that.”  Quiet.  Guilty.

“And the Golden Boy.  Trying to hold the family together while everybody in it tears it apart.  Timbo here, who’s hoping that if he slinks further into the shadows everyone might actually forget he exists.”

“Hey, I don’t—”

“Babs is stuck working for a boss who constantly undermines her, the demon brat doesn’t know if he should be listening to Dick or Bruce, and you, Blondie, for the great honor of being last on the list, are the only one of us that actually managed to slap B.”

#my snippets #batfam angst #bruce tries to be a good parent #he's not very good at it

[boyinatown]

Treat me like a slut with Goo Eli and Johan ?

TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT! 🎀

Pairing: lookism men x f! Reader 💗 pt2

Warning: sexual theme and make out sesh 💋!

Summary: lookism men react to the song: treat me like a slut when you play your playlist !

GOO KIM 💎

This sex maniac has the HIGHEST sex drive, so it’s no kidding that even just a brush against his crotch would have you bent over and fucked ruthless.

When this song played during a tik tok, goo immediately turned around to you wiggling his eyebrows. you brushed him off saying it’s just a song, but he’s already imagining things.

And there you were being fucked into the couch the popcorn of movie night falling down and decorating the floor. the movies sounds now being muted by your moans and protests against the blondie on top of you.

The scratches and bites were useless against him ,you made him hard and you were gonna pay for it. He puts you on your right side one leg in the air and his leg between your thighs. Cock pumping in and out of you, you try and smack his arm and scratch it. But he just grips your wrists and holds them down your chest just pounding away.

“No we’re not done yet, not until your spilling with my cum.” His voice deep and a few whimpers leave his mouth.

“G-ooah! It’s to much, it’s to muhhh!” Your babbling gets quickly shut up by his own lips connecting with yours. Tongue forcing inside your mouth his hips not even stopping for a second.

“I’ll show ya how a slut gets treated, cockwhore .”

ELI JANG 💇‍♂️

You often babysat yenna for Eli, all he asked you is to watch your language near her. Simple right? Wrong. you forgot you were around a child and sang the song anyways.

One minute you were watching yenna and the next you were thrown on a bed. Before it all got dark.

“Ah, ah ohh! Shitttt! Eli, Mmphm!-“

Smack!

One harsh slap against your jiggling ass has you crying even louder wailing, but it drives you crazy causing you to move back against Eli’s cock that was drilling inside you.

“I told you watch that fucking filthy mouth, and what did you do? Disobey me.”

SMACK! SMACK ! SMACK! !!

the spanking gets harder and harder till the point you can feel stinging, but still you move back against him smiling at him in pleasure.

Your face getting pushed more into the pillow and Eli yanking your hair back with one hand while the other keeps spanking you.

“Ah your smiling are you? Let’s change that, slut.”

“Keep up , because I’m gonna absolutely fuckin’ ruin you, that’ll teach you.”

JOHAN SEONG 🐕

This poor guy just wanted to finish his day from white tiger job center, but when he came home to the sight of you just naked getting ready for bed you couldn’t prepare yourself for what was to come.

All you felt in the moment was his tie from his suit placed in your mouth forming a gag.

“What’s wrong? Come on speak up. tell me what you want baby.”

He laughs at your crying form, legs spread to your chest and each time he thrusts the bed shakes and your breasts slightly jiggle.

Holding onto his neck he increases his speed and roughness hitting that one spot that made you arch your back and toes curl. he kissed your cheeks and mocked your crying face.

“Oh? Oh? Oh? Your moans are pathetic do you know that? Like a real porn star, aren’t you just cute.”

“Just prepare yourself, we’ve got a long night ahead I’ll turn you into a real slut.”

The only time you punks ask for fics is when I’m on an vacation, but I love you little rebels so it’s fine.

💌 ask box continues to stay open, and for all the anonymous people that requested fics, they’ll be uploaded soon.

#goo kim lookism #goo kim smut #eli jang #eli jang smut #johan seong lookism #johan seong smut #johan seong #lookism smut #lookism scenarios #samiiblogs 📼 #samii 🎸

[itsonlydana]

"passenger princess" | chapter one

the hobbit | a modern!AU by itsonlydana

❱ pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader

❱ wordcount: 2,9k

❱ summary: the chaotic mess of playing monopoly drunk with your best friends

❱ warnings: alcohol

❱ an: the first chapter.. excited for you to read this! This has been heavily edited from my ao3 post soo have fun <3

general m.list + series m.list

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot - especially with longer projects <3

CHAPTER ONE: MONOPOLY

"Oh, would you look at that; you landed on my street. Again."

"What? No fucking way."

"Legolas"

"Gimli"

"Blondie, if I don't see my money in ten seconds I'm cutting your hair while you have your beauty sleep."

"No, you wouldn't dare!"

Across from Legolas, Gimli just flashed him a toothy grin, so wide and full of mischief, before leaning over the multitude of cards in front of him with a challenging tip of his head.

"Try me."

"Fine." Legolas drummed his fingers on the table, breaking the staring contest and waving it off like it had never bothered him. "Don't drag it out any further, Gimli, tell me what I owe you, and let me go my way."

For a moment Gimli pretended he had to look for them, but everyone at the table had noticed how his fingers had twitched for the green card as soon as Legolas had rolled the dice.

"You ended up on Oxford Street, which normally would've only cost you $26, but since I have not one, not two, but three houses, you now owe me a wonderful 900!"

And as in previous rounds, Legolas now quite unemotionally pulled two orange paper bills from his carefully sorted, rather tall, stack and received an already slightly worn 100 in exchange, which he accepted with a bitter grumble.

This exchange had happened so many times this evening that you now only rolled your eyes with a smile at the banter, sipping on your bottle of beer to avoid being drawn into the discussion in the first place.

The rivalry between Legolas and Gimli, playful in its purest form and with not an ounce of real bad blood, had become a permanent part of your life after you befriended the two of them.

Although it had slightly thrown you off at first how they went from harmless conversation to competition in seconds, you couldn't imagine your life without it.

In such a fast-paced modern world as this, you sometimes found it hard to hold on to friendships and avoid losing your grip in the swift whirl of time; in the case of many friendships that were strong at the time, you couldn't even remember if there had been a real goodbye, or if they had simply... disappeared - left behind or run ahead, who knew?

With Legolas and Gimli, however, it was different.

You met both of them on the first day of college, had run into both of them, literally, when you tried to get to your first class on time.

A class with a professor you'd only heard bad things about Visitor's Day. The hushed whispers of scared students, their eyes telling you more than what they actually dared to say on campus.

You were close to being punctual, wouldn't it have been for Legolas and Gimli. The duo stood in front of the closed lecture door, simply staring through the tiny window and looking like they would rather perish than actually open it.

Their looks of fear mirrored yours and it was clear that all three of you had heard the stories of students getting their heads ripped of by Professor Sauron. That man had strong feelings about tardiness– and it was only your first day.

You of course rushed to apologize, babbling that you hadn't seen Gimli, and no, it wasn't because of his size but rather due to your lack of attention, and please could they stay on your side when you go into the hell of public humiliation?

By some wonder the Professor had his back turned to the auditorium to fill the blackboard with the required reading list, as you snuck along the stairs and miraculously dropped into the last three empty seats without getting caught.

And when you had breathed a sigh of relief, the brunette who sat on your right passed you the attendance list he had kept with him a little while longer, as if he had suspected that someone else would be late.

That's how you met Aragorn. The ruggedly handsome brunette added to your trio and was conveniently organized enough to lend you and Gimli a pen for the first week.

From day one, you formed an inseparable unit, whether on campus, in the numerous bars you frequented, or in the parks where you often spent your free time - rarely were any of you seen without the others and you would never hear the others utter one single bad word about the other.

You practically did everything together, from classes, many of which you shared – often to the annoyance of professors and fellow students due to the vibrant and occasionally noisy atmosphere you created– to lunches lounging under the campus's shady trees, with Aragorn reading poems from his literature class, and you occupied with braiding Gimli's long-grown beard while Legolas dozed in the longing stares of bypassers, gossiping and flirting.

On weekdays before exams, you either barricaded yourselves in your tiny dorm room, for it was the closest to the library, quizzing each other up and down the subjects, writing flashcards, most of which you wrote, to give to Legolas and Gimli afterward, and after exams, you forced your way into bar after bar, leaving your marks in benches and stools, squeezing into cramped photo booths in brightly lit clubs.

The first trimester passed swiftly, much like the initial semesters of the second, which you were presently struggling to handle.

It was the college life that everyone probably dreamed of, that every movie romanticized, and even you sometimes couldn't believe how perfect everything was.

Certainly, not every exam resulted in a perfect score and not every day was adorned with rose-colored glasses of happiness perched on your nose.

Yet, be it a poorly performed test, a date lacking sparks, or a random low point, your boys stood steadfastly by your side, offering unwavering support.

Today was no different.

The day had started with you waking to the sun and not your alarm clock and getting your ass handed by Professor Sauron.

It continued with some pretty demotivating feedback on an essay you'd worked many late nights by your Herbology Professor Baggins.

He did offer you a pat on the back that probably meant to cheer you up but felt condescending considering the amount of red ink staining the essay you'd crumbled in sweaty hands.

Adding that to Professor Sauron's embarrassment of you in front of the entire class sank your already low spirits to the basement.

Not even Aragorn's consoling hand, which remained steadfastly by your side throughout the day, guiding you from one class to the next, mumbling soft words and trying to cheer you up with soft kisses to your forehead, could lift you out of this emotional abyss.

How you survived that day was a mystery but after eight hours of you pouring out bad energy like radioactive waves, Legolas must've had enough of your moping and the grim expressions you fired at anyone who shouldered you in the hallway.

With a determined, "We're going to my place," the blonde had put his pep talk plan consisting of a trip to the liquor section of the supermarket and an order from the delivery guy into action.

It was this very plan that had gotten you into your current situation.

Slightly drunk at the kitchen table of the House of Oropherion.

A Monopoly board in front of your nose, around it several empty beer bottles. Pizza boxes scattered on the countertops and bags of all sorts of sweet stuff that Legolas had sweepingly pushed from the shelves into the shopping cart, blowing pink bubble gum bubbles.

The guy seriously had a snack-problem and a spending habit that surely made for a good intervention.

Within a few hours, you had turned the otherwise pristine and tidy kitchen into a battlefield that looked a lot like the one in your dorm.

Whereas the one in the dorm was used by twenty young women and many of their partners, and this one just by four.

Just as in the dorm, loud laughter echoed through the entire house, accompanied by your shared playlist.

Legolas had set it playing on the expensive stereo while preparing his snack bowl.

It was a chaotic mix, Legolas pop music, Gimlis folk metal and Aragorns indie rock while you sprinkled in a few classical songs or added whatever else was missing.

Quietly, you hummed along to the hottest chart song of this summer.

Your spirits had risen by now, thanks to your best friends, even if it did look like they were about to go for each other's throats over a denied exchange of a road.

"My Lady," Aragorn interrupted the rising argument between Legolas and Gimli and held out his hand with the dice to you, "Please stop this madness and continue the round so we can finish this eventually.. hopefully today"

Grinning, you accepted the dice, "I will do my best, my lord," while Gimli muttered into his beard, "Not my fault Barbie isn't giving me what's rightfully mine."

As expected, the idiots fell silent as soon as you gave the dice a quick shake in your closed hands and then tossed them across the table with a clatter.

Of course, in the face of eventual earnings, everyone immediately calculated where you would end up and who might rip off what little money was left in front of you.

Two threes.

And everyone groaned in annoyance.

Only you grinned as you dragged your silver dog figure across the Park Lane and Mayfair field decorated with a few of Legolas hotels, right over GO and landed on your own field.

Another round where you survived on the 200 notes from pulling over GO, anxious not to land on one of the hotel fields from the others.

Because, unlike the others, greedy little hoarders who acquired your properties, swindling you with meager donations, you possessed only the two modest brown streets, yielding little profit.

With each move of yours, the others hoped you would finally end up on one of their plots and finally be eliminated, but as if fate would have it, you seemed to be avoiding it just fine.

"And she lives another round," Aragorn raised his beer bottle in your direction and winked "Any bets on how many more you'll survive?"

You snorted as you shook the dice in your hand again. "You're not getting rid of me that fast."

The dice clattered across the board, two ones and loud rumbling from the boys, you moved to the community chest square laughing.

Reaching across the board, you grabbed the top card of the cards and dramatically pulled it up to your chest.

To your left, Legolas drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, and even though Aragorn has so far stayed away from the competition between Legolas and Gimli, he too now nodded his chin questioningly at the card.

At an almost agonizingly slow pace, you turned it over, keeping eye contact with your boys for a while, though, before looking down, skimming the printed text, and laughing out loud.

"What does it say?" Legolas inquired, trying to lean toward you, dark eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Geez, tell me it's a bad card."

"You can decide that for yourself, Gimli," chuckling, you held out your card in such a way that the three of them almost bumped heads, so fast were they bending to the center.

"You've got to be kidding me," Aragorn slumped back in his chair with a moan, and Gimli slammed his hands flat on his thighs, cursing a string of words that in their pure filthy form would make anyone else blush.

You were only spurred on by them, and laughter burst out of you, loud and full of glee.

"I'd like a hundred from each of you right now, it's my birthday after all," you smirked, holding out your hand.

Aragorn was the first to put a bill on it, and even Gimli, though he stressed that he would get it back before you ran out of laughter, handed over something from his well-guarded account.

"Laaas, what am I waiting for? A birthday song?" you asked.

Legolas raised a perfect eyebrow and slid you a bill looking so bored that you almost bought it, "You can wait a long time for a song."

"For the chance to hear your voice dedicate a song to me, I'd wait a thousand years," you sang, winking with a sugary smile on your lips.

"Or I'd just watch the recordings from last night's karaoke, I'd even get a love song from you as a gift," dramatically you grabbed your chest with both hands and threw your head back

"And wouldn't that be oh so romantic?"

"Please," he scoffed, "If I'd really tried you'd be on your knees in seconds. Babe, I have charm."

For a moment you manage to pulled yourself together, looking into Legolas' eyes, holding his challenging gaze from which you didn't know to interpret if he truly believed his statements himself.

Then you heard Gimli's dirty laugh.

The redhead hands hit the table so hard that several of the hotels flew in all directions, and with them your composure.

With a rather unfeminine snort, you threw yourself backward in your chair, your head craned back and your arms folded in front of your stomach; there was no saving you from the laughter that bubbled out of you like hot water on a stove.

"Your charm?" you gasped, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes.

Unsuccessfully, because when you saw Legolas stand up indignantly and toss his blond hair over his shoulder, the tears flew unstoppably down your cheeks.

Sure, you were aware of what a charming man Legolas could be; you were teasing, not blind.

It took nothing to perceive him for what he was, and that was a flawless beauty. That angelic face, long blond-gold hair flowing over his shoulder, and eyes ever so gentle, marked him a natural beauty and unfortunately, you couldn't deny that what came out of his mouth most of the time made most men and women's hearts swell.

You were friends with him, though, and the idea of being even remotely touched by his charm made you laugh beyond control.

And you heard all the bullshit the guy yapped about when there was no one around he wanted to impress.

"What?" Legolas asked, and in his voice, a challenge that, voiced by the beer, didn't bode well, "I don't want to sound too arrogant" –snickering from the three of you– "go fuck yourselves, I'm charming! I'm sure, oh I bet, that you would fall for it!"

And before you would have objected much, he took a big swig from his bottle and slid down from his chair.

Right in front of you.

Onto his knees.

It was the look of firm conviction in his eyes, the way he reached for your hand and gently held it like it was made of cracked glass against his chest, that made your laughter turn into a silly giggle.

Legolas, even though he was swaying a bit and his words were no longer flowing too loosely from his tongue, was a sight you wouldn't any time soon. "My darling friend, whose attention I do not deserve–"

"Now that's what I call true words," grunted Gimli, who had also leaned back in the meantime and received a punishing look from Legolas before the blond turned back to you.

"–whose attention I don't deserve and that yet has me blossoming, like the first flowers reaching out to the sun, for you are the light in my life. Everything that connects us tugs at my heart, it cries out for more and I'm afraid I can no longer remain silent about my feelings"

Ironically, at that very moment, he paused, seemed lost in thought and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

Not that it helped him really.

But you waited patiently nonetheless, letting Legolas continue to play the role of the poet.

He looked back at you from the far distance in which his gaze had become playfully entangled, and you saw the twitch of his lips, the sign of a cheeky grin he tried to keep down.

It didn't matter what words made him fight the grin, though, Legolas didn't get to say them.

Thanks to the music, which had faded into the background but still sounded through the sound system, as well as your group's silly fooling around and never-ending laughter, you hadn't heard the front door unlock, or the footsteps in the hallway.

It wasn't until an amused-sounding "Oh, am I interrupting?" rang out in a very familiar voice behind you that you became aware of the new presence in the room.

Immediately, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, the deep voice rolling over your entire body like sweet honey.

You heard Aragorn laugh, a murmured, "You've lost your girl, Las," and the blonde in front of you groaned as he struggled to his feet.

"Great, wow, I was literally so close to getting her around. Thank you so much, Ada," Legolas scoffed.

You followed his gaze, eyes falling onto the man casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

And your heart jumped inside your chest.

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[johnslittlespoon]

plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale

gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3

john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.

so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.

john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.

he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).

so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.

he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.

the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.

a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"

laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.

it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.

gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.

"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.

gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.

john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.

he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.

he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.

he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.

it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.

#bruh this was 1.3k i did not mean to get into so much detail #the keep reading button has never been more necessary #i wish i could crank out long drabbles like this for all the asks #but they take sooo long for me to write i am NOT a fast writer lol hence why i post a fic like once a month #but sometimes certain asks just itch my brain some type of way and then boom i've thrown up onto a tumblr post #anyway dacryphilia my beloved <3 #in any other scenario john hates to see gale cry. but i think in bed he would have an affinity for making him feel so good that he cries #have i thought about this extensively? perhaps. #i just think that pretty boys with pretty eyes and pink lips deserve to cry during sex sometimes. as a treat #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #buck x bucky #buckbucky

[muffinsin]

What if G!P female s/o punishes the dimi sister and uses a collar and leash on them.

And mabye female s/o uses them as a personal cumdump?

Had a vague idea.

Anyway I love your works, take good care of yourself and drink enough water🖤

-🇳🇱 Dutch anon

First of all I’m super glad you enjoy my works! Thank you, also this should probably be a reminder for everyone reading this to drink and eat haha!

I’d love to hear that idea!👀

Let’s get into this delicious one! ;)) I’ll probably split this one in 3 parts even! Starting here with Bela’s!

Cassandra’s will be linked here once it’s up,

Daniela’s will be linked here

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She’s blushing to hard, it’s overtaking her cheeks and the tip of her ears. The normally well behaving blonde bites her lip as she kneels obediently on all fours for you, thighs pushed together as you attach a collar around her neck.

“Miss-“, she quietens immediately when you glance at her.

She knows she isn’t supposed to talk now, not unless spoken to, she just can’t help it! She gulps, feeling the collar tightly around her. It makes her blush even harder.

Her eyes press shut in embarrassment when she is leashed too, a beautiful, red leash that reminds her of the gemstone at her necklace. “Good, I see you’re starting to behave again”, you speak calmly. She squirms.

She didn’t know why she acted out today, grinding against you and insisting she gets off even when you were busy. When she just grabbed your hand greedily and pushed you down to ride you…

Not that you had minded, but nonetheless it was naughty of the supposedly well behaved blonde.

She gasps when you tug the leash and she is pulled against where you’re sitting, her face smudged against the hinge between your legs. You grip her chin gently, but forcefully enough to make her face you.

“Would you like to know what I learned today, Bela?”

She gulps, and nods. “Yes, Miss”, she answers obediently, yet she’s already fighting the urge to grind against your leg again.

She feels so dirty with the leash on her, and she loves it.

“I learned what a little brat you can be when you don’t get your way”, you coo. She gasps, her mouth dropping open when her jaw is squeezed even slightly. Her face is burning as you laugh. “I’ve also realized what a little slut you can be”

She bites her lip to stifle a whimper.

Another tug of the leash has her back against your crotch again. You pet her hair as her face is pushed against your bulge.

You’re painfully hard after the day you’ve had with your Blondie. Leashing her certainly didn’t help your nearly painfully erect cock.

“I mean really, Bela, you were humping me like a little slut in heat every chance you got”, you teased, hands undoing your belt already. Her thighs are pressed together so hard. She does her best at holding back pleas and whimpers, reminding herself not to talk unless talked to today.

Instead, she eagerly wraps her lips around you once you pull down your garments and your cock springs free, slapping against her cheek. You groan, the hand in her hair pushing her down some more and making her throat you properly. She’s gagging slightly, her throat tight around her.

“Good brat, we’re going to see if you can keep this good behavior up, little one”

She squirms already, hands on the floor in front of her, her breast pushed together by her arms as she sucks you off eagerly.

She hums and moans around you, but otherwise is still and behaves.

“Mghmm!”, she shrieks, although it is muffled by your cock, when the leash is tugged and she is completely against you, your leg between her thighs yet again. Another tug of the leash has her look up at you through long, teary eyelashes.

“You’re going to be a good girl, won’t you Bela?”, you coo. She moans, nodding eagerly. “And you’re going to stay still for me? No grinding your little pussy on me unless I tell you to, isn’t that right?”

She whimpers, hips shaking as if with an effort to stay still.

“Mghm, ‘es”, she agrees after another tug of the leash. Your cock rests within her mouth.

“Good girl, my good little slut”, you coo. She blushes again, and you feel the warmth when you cup her cheek. “You see, when my little girl starts behaving like a whore, she must get fucked like one”, you explain. Her eyes are wide, her thighs automatically try to press together again, yet this proves to be impossible with your leg between hers.

“Mghmm!”, she groans, whimpering as you push her face harder against you and keep a tight grip on the leash. She bobs her head, tears forming at her eyes quickly, as she breathes through her nose. Due to the leash, she couldn’t take you out her mouth even if she wanted to.

Bela squeezes her eyes shut, trying not to grind on you. Her clit is aching and she yearns for the pleasure you can provide her with.

Her thighs clench around your leg and she immediately needs to use all her willpower to stop herself from grinding. She’s soaked and needy, and you’re pressed up right against her! It’s truly unfair!

She moans around your cock, getting needier and needier by the second. Her mouth works wonders on her, and her throat feels even tighter with the thick collar around it.

Her tongue slides alongside you, her fingertips press against the floor. She wants nothing more but to raise her hips a little, she knows she would slide right against you and it would give her the pleasure she wants to dear.

Eventually, the needy blonde can’t stop herself anymore. She doesn’t even notice it, either.

You raise an eyebrow as she grinds against you yet again despite her clear instructions, moaning loudly and shivering, her hands holding tightly onto your knees.

Bela shrieks and gags when the leash is pulled forwards completely, making her take you down her throat entirely. She gags, tears forming at her eyes as she gags, before they drip down her pink, warm cheeks.

She feels you stroke along her cheek, chuckling a little at the stretched open lips. She whimpers helplessly. “I give you such a simple command, little one”, you coo. Her eyes widen, at last her hips stop thrusting. She didn’t even notice, and now looks up at you pitifully, begging for forgiveness even as your cock is deep inside her throat, choking her slightly.

“No, sweet girl”, you coo. She moans at the praise, her hips bucking. She whimpers again when you tug on the leash even more and she gags on your cock. Her hands squeeze you, but you don’t let up.

“It seems like you just don’t want to behave today, Bela”, you coo. She attempts to shake her head, denying this, but can’t with her mouth filled with your cock. “Mghmmm mhnoo!”, she attempts to argue instead. She squirms when her hair is patted and you tsk at her.

“My silly little girl, has no one taught you not to talk with your mouth full?”

She feels so hot, she barely manages to stop herself from bucking her hips up again.

“Now, as I was saying: you simply don’t seem to want to behave today, Bela…what a shame, truly”, you coo. She whimpers around your cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. She looks so sweet, so helpless and needy with her mouth full of your cock and the leash and collar sitting snug at her throat.

“Or maybe, you’re just too slutty and just can’t help yourself”, you argue. Bela blushes at this and stays quiet.

You laugh at her, patting her hair and sliding your thumb across her chin. The poor thing is drooling already.

“Very well, little one. If you decide to behave like a little slut, that isn’t a problem, Bela”

She gasps for breath when you finally let her up for some again, gagging and moaning then the cock slips out her mouth.

She is only granted a moment before being pushed back on you, taking you down her throat again as the leash tugged.

“If you’re not my good girl, you’re going to be my slut. My precious little cumdump. Would you like that, sweetheart? To be pumped full of my cum, Bela?”

She moans loudly. “Mghmmm! MHMMM! Mhmmmmmmnm!”, she shrieks, head trapped due to your tight grip on the leash’s end when your hips thrust up. She’s made to deepthroat you once again.

“Let’s start with shooting some down your pretty, tight throat”, you groan. You’re painfully close already.

“Mhmmm! Hmnmgm!”

Bela whimpers pathetically around your cock, gagging and shrieking as her throat is fucked. She feels you grip her hair. “Let me catch you trying to talk without permission one more time, and I will personally make sure you will only use that pretty mouth for my pleasure for days”, you warn.

Her eyes are wide, the sensitive woman so close. She’d cover her mouth, but can’t do so with you inside of it.

Instead, she whimpers, closing her eyes slowly and opening them again. She gags beautifully for you. She’s close too, but you know the brat can’t get off without pleasure being delivered onto her. A wicked idea crosses your mind.

Bela shrieks when you rub your leg against her clit, moaning and whimpering helplessly. Her sensitive little clit is sore and wet, and she feels so needy from having you rub up against the little bud.

She’s so close, and yet knows not to beg without permission. Instead, teary, bright golden eyes find yours. She whimpers when you push her down harder, your cock hitting the back of her throat.

She whimpers louder, and groans when you push your leg harder between hers. “Yes, yes, you can cum, slutty girl, after me”, you groan.

Bela works twice as hard, sucking and humming and moaning around you, licking you and cupping your balls as she is used by you.

It doesn’t take you long at all to cum. Your head is thrown back and you tug the leash harshly, pulling her head down and flush against your lap as you shoot rope after rope of cum down her throat. She moans and screams, her own orgasm taking over her. You smirk tiredly, knowing you’re by far not done with your little brat.

Bela chokes for breath for a moment when you slip out of her warm and wet mouth, drool sliding down her lips as she pants. You get up and remove your garments properly, then chuckle as you pull your arm and the leashed woman is dragged along.

“On your back, I want to see your pretty clit when I play with my slutty girl”

She whimpers, residing the urge to talk. She obeys and climbs the bed, her bare form laying on the bed, her front facing you.

Bela gasps when you let go of the leash and it slaps against her stomach and thighs. “Good, we’re getting somewhere I see”

She bites her lip when you walk to her drawer, blushing as you rummage through the many toys hidden within. Eventually, you pull out a vibrator and a pair of clamps. She tenses at the sight of them, blushing bright red.

“Now, must I bring a gag, or will you behave, Bela?” She gulps. “I’ll behave, Miss”, she promises with an innocent smile.

Lastly, you pull thick, red rope from the drawer.

She watches you set them all on the bed, her wrists being tied first, tightly and with proper knots, her arms raised above her as you tie the other end of the rope to the bed. She’s completely vulnerable for you, naked and needy, tied and with her legs spread.

“You look positively ravishing like this, little one”, you whisper. She squirms, whimpering and pushing her thighs together.

Next, the clamps are put on her. She squirms and whimpers at the pain and pleasure inflicted on her sensitive little nipples. You untangle the leash, then rest it next to her.

And lastly, the vibrator wand. She bites her lip at the sight, eyes betraying her want.

You don’t plan on denying her.

“I believe I will show you the value of waiting and behaving, today, little slut”, you coo. Bela moans when you press the vibrating toy up against her stomach.

“We’re going to make you cum over and over and over again today, slutty girl, until I feel you learned your lesson regarding jumping me for pleasure at every chance”

Bela squirms helplessly, as if trying to escape the vibrator now she knows what it’s capable of and meant for.

“Don’t fret, Bela. I’ll be sure to use you as my personal cum dump when you come for me. We’ll be sure not a single drop is wasted outside your holes today. I bet you’d like that, my little breeding toy”

She feels hazed and lightheaded at the nicknames. Her entire body is still sensitive from her prior orgasm, and both of you know it will merely get worse for the poor brat.

She whimpers when the toy is turned on a low setting, buzzing against her clit as she squirms. You grab another piece of the rope, fixing it around her hips and thighs, until it lays against her sensitive bud even when you don’t hold it. She blushes when you pull her close and begin stroking your cock, watching as she is squirming and moaning. She’s so sensitive, her moans and loud and frequent, but you don’t stop the toy.

You know you can go for less rounds than her, but you’re patient. She writhes beautifully, back arched fast already and tied hands gripping the rope tying them.

She feels you against her, your breasts pushing into hers as you hover above the woman. A gentle finger strokes along her warm cheek, and she opens her eyes. Golden orbs have a haze to them as she loses herself in the pleasure given to her.

“Do you like this, Bela?”, you coo. She gasps loudly when you lower yourself, moaning when your cock brushes against the vibrator and pushes it harder against her.

“Y-Ye-A-AAH! Yes! Yes!”, she answers, her voice high pitched and breathless, just how you like it.

You grab a hold of her breasts, toying with the nipple clamps as she whimpers.

Bela groans when you move downwards and pull her hips to the edge of the bed. “Don’t mind me, cumslut”

Her eyes are wide and she tugs on the rope restraining her when you push yourself back inside of her. She’s completely soaked, tightening around you ever so often. You feel the vibrations of the toy as you’re inside of her and moan at the feeling.

Bela squirms below you, her back arched and legs trembling and spread by you, her hard nipples so sensitive under the powerful nipple clamps.

Her wrists look beautiful restrained in red.

“AAAH! AH! AH!”, she moans with every thrust you make into her, her cunt growing wetter and squeezing you harder the closer she gets. The poor thing is right on the brink of a second orgasm, you can tell, and it excites you.

And so, in mere more thrusts, she is pushed over the edge, screaming and whimpering, tears of overstimulation running down her cheeks when the vibrator merely keeps buzzing against her red and overly sensitive clit, and you not only just keep thrusting, but take advantage of the tight squeeze of her cunt when she comes, and thrust even harder and faster.

She feels you cum inside of her yet again, the warm, wet feeling deep in her womb. You don’t seem to have enough yet, however, instead keep on thrusting your hips, eager to give her another creampie inside her warm cunt.

The poor blonde feels herself be rocked up and down on the bed from your thrusts, breasts bouncing and nipple clamps jiggling, her legs desperately attempting to close from the amount of pleasure given to her.

You tsk at her, simply spreading them wide open for you. “No, no no no, you slutty thing. You’ve wanted pleasure so bad, my precious pet, now you’re going to receive it until I’m done with you”

Your words make her clench around your cock tightly. You groan at the pleasure. You’re close from fucking her soft cunt. You believe you will drag another orgasm from her until you take pity on the overstimulated blonde.

She’s arching her back and turning nearly sideways due to her squirms, gasping when you flip her back on her backside and keep a hand on her hip to prevent her to squirm away. “We’re going to breed you now, cumslut”, you coo. Head head spins.

In one moment she’s on her back, in the other you flip her around and lift her hips, roughly fucking her from behind. The nipple clamps rub up on the bed, as does her face. Her tied hands leave her no way of holding herself up.

“A-AAH! AH!”

She jumps when you smack her ass, the pale flesh turning light pink. Another has her clench around you again. The feeling is heavenly.

You grip her leash tightly, using it to pull her closer with each thrust. Her throat burns from her screams and moans.

Bela squeals when the vibrator is turned up a little more, buzzing fast and intensely against her already sensitive clit. The effect is immediate, her legs shaking and her hips trembling beneath your fingers.

“Mghmmm!”, she moans, biting into the sheets of the bed in a desperate attempt to stay quiet and avoid another punishment for breaking your rule regarding talking.

Another slap to her ass.

She’s positively dripping for you.

You’re close, ready to fill her with cum yet again.

“Now, beg me for an orgasm like a good girl. I know you’re too slutty to deny yourself pleasure, Bela”

She whimpers, tears flowing down her cheeks, yet knows you’re right. She’s so overstimulated it almost hurts, and yet can’t help but beg you for another orgasm.

“Please, Miss, please!”

You laugh, granting her the wish as you yourself cum inside her sweet cunt.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #🇳🇱 Dutch anon

[fruitsoxs]

SOCKS! you can't just throw that at us and not write it. i need this vashwood x reader fic now. I never thought about it and now I can think of nothing else ❤️

ehe okay okay (this is in relation to this post)

pairings; wolfwood x (afab) reader x vash warnings; pure smut, !nsfw minors dni! , little bit of everything, afab reader with gender neutral pronouns,

notes; vashwood x reader has my heart-- anyway wolfwood telling vash how to fuck you. this is longer than i intended it to be

Vash’s touch is so delicate as his metal fingers run down your skin. He trails his hand down to your waist, then back up to your cheek. He’s nervous. You can tell he’s nervous from the way he looks at you as you’re sprawled out on the bed underneath him. He doesn’t know what to do next, or how to keep the mood up. Hsi blue eyes are full of hesitance, and it’s so cute. You pull him down into a kiss, letting your tongue slip in between his lips as he makes small noises of pleasure. He likes kissing. He grips onto your face to keep the kiss going for a little while, only letting you pull away when you tap him softly to let him know you need air. As you part, a bit of spit links your mouth together. His cheeks are red, pupils dilated, and his tongue is sticking out slightly.

What you would give to take control and show him how much you love him. You can’t though. This is not your moment to lead, it’s not his either.

“You can be rougher than that blondie.” Wolfwood huffs from the chair across from you. He’s got a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, and his eyes are on you. He winks and lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re letting ‘em do all the work. You’re supposed to be fucking them, not the other way around. Come on.” he instructs Vash. Vash’s face turns a bit red but he nods. He leans in to kiss you again, this time with more control.

His hands drift back down to your waist and slide up your torso, trailing over the bare skin. You moan against his lips at the cool feeling. His lips detach from yours and trails down your jaw as he reaches around your back to  undo your bra. He struggles with it for a second, but soon enough he’s ripping the fabric from your form, staring down at your bare chest. 

“Don’t just stare. Touch ‘em.” Wolfwood sighs, as though he’s annoyed. You can see him pawing at his clothed erection though. Vash bites his lips and nods, reaching out both hands to squeeze your chest. You gasp at the feeling of his metal hand and he retracts it. “Sorry!” He yelps, eyes wide. “It’s fine Vash. It just surprised me. You can keep going.” you reassure, smiling up at him. He sighs in relief and lets his hands fall back down around you, squeezing at the flesh. “You’re so pretty.” he hums leaning down, his eyes focused on the task at hand. He slowly wraps his lips around one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it experimentally. Your back arches up as you let out a loud whimper. “There you go. Look at that reaction. Perfect. Keep going.” Wolfwood instructs. 

Vash does as he says, moving his lips to your other nipple. He seems to be a bit more confident now, even going far as to let his fangs dig into your nipple a bit, offering some pain along with that pleasure. It makes you cry out, hands gripping the mattress beneath you. He smirks and does it again, and you all but melt. “V-Vash!” You moan and he pulls away slightly looking up at you. His lips still ghost over the soft skin, his warm breath hitting your hard nipple. The hesitancy from before slowly going away.

He starts trailing kisses down your sternum, then your stomach. All the while his eyes are on yours, gaging your reaction. Your eyes are wide as his lips rest right above your underwear line. He stops for a moment, and looks over at Wolfwood. “Go ahead Blondie.” And that’s all Vash needs to hear before he’s taking the thin fabric off of you. 

He parts your legs and looks down at your wet pussy with red cheeks. He bites his lips, and looks up at you. He’s not sure how to proceed. Wolfwood lets out a dry chuckle. “Just touch. You can tell if they like it by the way their body reacts.” He instructs. Vash slowly trails his hand down up your leg, and softly ghosts it over your cunt. You twitch and let your hips lift to meet his hand, whining for just a bit of friction.

He presses his fingers against your folds and gathers up a bit of your slick, then trails them up to your clit, You gasp and buck your hips again. “F-Fuck- right there-” you groan. His eyes widen and he starts rubbing the sensitive spot softly. It drives you mad. 

Vash’s touch is so hesitant and sweet. It’s everything you had hoped it would be, but you need more. Wolfwood sees the desperation in your eyes and stands up. He walks over and grabs Vash’s head, which causes the blonde man to let out a choked gasp/moan.  “You wanna eat them out blondie?” Wolfwood asks, tilting Vash’s head up. Vash lets out a soft yes, and before you know it Wolfwood is pushing Vash’s head down between your legs. “Lick.” 

And Vash complies. He licks at your clit softly, almost like a kitten lick at first. When you gasp and moan, his tongue grows more intense. Swiping at the nerve  to draw out those sweet noises. He experiments a bit, trying to figure out what movements get the biggest reaction. “Now, start adding your fingers into the mix. Get em prepped for what’s to come.” Wolfwood’s eyes are on you as you react to what’s happening below you. He seems to enjoy watching you get off on Vash’s tongue. 

You’re given little time to think about that as a finger slips into your pussy. You cry out as your hands fly down to grab onto Vash’s hair. Wolfwood steps back to watch the scene play out. Vash’s fingering is a bit clumsy, but it feels so good. He adds a finger as Wolfwood tells him to, and you feel yourself start to crumble.”F-Fuck- Vash I’m gonna-” You get cut off by him bending his fingers in just the right way. You basically yell out his name as you cum around his fingers. He doesn’t seem to want to stop. He continues to lick and suck at your sensitive bud. “Fuck- Sunshine you taste so good.” he coos. You whimper  and try to pull his head away, overwhelmed after your orgasm. 

“You can do that again some other time. They’re ready for you.” Wolfwood guides him away. 

You’re chets rises up and down as you pant, staring at Vash. He makes eye contact with you, seemingly just now losing all of his confidence. “I-I…” he stutters, his hands on your knees. He takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay.”

You smile softly and sit up, connecting your lips to his. He kisses back. You can hear shuffling to the side. Wolfwood must be sitting down again. There’s no doubt the man is probably looking for a little relief of his own. This moment is all about you and Vash though. You give the blonde a sloppy kiss, drinking in his soft moans. Your fingers trail down to the hem of his shirt, and you slowly pull the fabric up. He tenses, but your reassuring kisses help him ease into the situation. You know he must be insecure right now, but it’s nothing you haven’t already seen. He knows you think he’s beautiful. 

After that you fall back down, leaving him with one last kiss. His hands fly down to his pants, and he starts to push them down. He takes his time, his hands still shaky. Once the pants are off, he lets out a soft sigh. You reach up and trail your hand  up his thigh, and he sucks in a breath. It’s…different. “Beautiful.” You mumble out loud. Not normal, but not in a bad way. He smiles down at you, and grabs your hand. He holds it for a second, before Wolfwood lets out an impatient groan. 

The man is sitting back in the chair, stroking his dick. His eyes are focused on you two, and he seems to be saying “get on with it.” You roll your eyes at the man and look up at Vash. “You ready?” you ask softly. Vash nods. He strokes himself a few times, then slowly presses his cock against you. 

The two of you moan as he gathers up some of your arousal, coating his dick in it. “Good boy. Now remember to take it slow, let them get used to you.” Wolfwood grunts. Vash holds his breath and pushes the head of his dick against your entrance. You let out a soft cry. 

And then he slides it in.

Slowly. He makes sure to keep eye contact with you, watching your reactions. He looks like he’s about to lose it. His eyes are wide, his jaw slack. He’s making little mewls as he slowly pushes himself inside you. It’s a different feeling than you’re used to, and your body trembles as you slowly adapt to it. He bottoms out finally and the both of you are on the verge of tears. It’s almost emotional. “So fucking good.” Wolfwood mumbles from the side, and you clench around Vash. 

“I-I Need to- Sunshine can I please-” Vash chokes out. You nod and whisper out a yes. He begins moving right away, pulling back to salm himself inside you. He hunches over you, and you drape your arms over his shoulder, pulling him against you. Your legs wrap around his torso. His hands rest on either side of your head. He leans his head down, his hair tickling the side of your head.

“Oh, Oh!”     

Each movement makes you want to scream louder and louder as Vash splits you open. He fucks you like it’s destiny. Like he’ll never be able to do it again even. It’s sloppy, and inexperienced, but it feels so good. It’s rushed, but perfect. 

“Just like that, Blondie.” Wolfwood moans from the side. His presence makes it feel all the more dirty. It makes your body heat up. Vash lets out a soft hiss, his movements becoming more sporadic. He’s close, you know he is. Wolfwood knows he is too. “You gonna cum? Gonna cum inside them?” The man asks Vash, who whines and nods. There’s sweat dripping off of his forehead, and his body seems to glow. 

Wolfwood’s words are enough to start pushing you over the edge as well. You claw at Vash desperately, and he quickens his pace. It hits you just right. “Oh my god!” You yell out. “Vash– I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna–”

“Come on Blondie give em what they want–”

Vash whimpers out a soft “Oh”.            

His cock throbs as he cums inside you. You throw your head back and yell out his name as you reach your orgasm too. Your nails dig into his shoulders, Vash groaning as you come on his cock. Beside you, Wolfwood curses and you can only assume the man has reached his end as well. Vash’s movements slow to a stop, and all that’s left is the three of you panting.

When Vash pulls out, you whimper at the loss. He looks down at you and smiles. “I love you.” he mumbles before he drops his head down to give you a soft kiss. You giggle and kiss back. “Love you too.”

“And?” Wolfwood grumbles, slouched over in the chair. Vash smiles and looks over at him. “We love you too, Nick.” He calls over to the man. You nod in agreement. “Damn right you do.”

#wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #vashwood x reader #wolfwood smut #vash smut

[raffe156]

I love all your stuff!! Especially the Ghost x Tank x Price stuff hear me out…can they be just one big happy family? A poly relationship if you will? They all live in Prices country house Tank has the Twins first (Prices) then a year or two later she has Ghost’s baby! An they all live happily ever after 😘

Honestly I love the idea an can’t help but imagine the utter chaos that bath times would be or just trying to get them all in bed- they all share a room 🥰an love the idea of Ghost treating the Price twins as his an price the same with baby Riley the kids wouldn’t know any different they have two dads an one mum ❤️

Ahhhhhh this…this is getting a quickie!!

I love the idea thank you!

So Price is “Daddy” and Simon is “Dad” to the twins.

JJ is John Jnr and Jude because I love the name haha

I loved this 💖💰💀

“Come on bath time!” Simon shouted from the bathroom causing the two little heads that were currently crowding you to whip round, this was the 3rd time he had called them but they were too interested in the newest little member of the family, you still hadn’t decided on a name for him so for now he was simply ‘baby Riley’.

The twins were very curious about him, Jude the oldest by 5 minutes stroked his head.

“He has no hair?”

“He’s only a baby, you two didn’t have any when you were born” you ran you hand over his head of brown curls. Though they both looked like John they had your eyes. JJ the quieter of the two rested his head on your shoulder, he was very much a mummy’s boy an hadn’t quite adjusted to sharing you with the new baby he hadn’t need to with Jude as he was John and Simons little shadow, so JJ got you all to himself most days, but now with the new baby taking up nearly all of your time he was as clingy as ever.

“You better go get in the bath for dad or your Daddy won’t be able to read you a story for bed when he gets home” you kissed JJ on the head.

Just as Jude began to protest Simon appeared at the foot of the bed a towel over each shoulder.

“Right…bath now!” His pretend angry voice out in full force making the boys squeal he gripped Jude by the ankle dragging him down the bed. JJ pushed himself behind your pillows. With Jude secured under his arm like a little barrel giggling Simon made his way over to JJ who only tried to bury himself further into the pillows.

“JJ watch your mum and the baby!” John called from the door.

“Daddy!!” Jude waved at his dad from under Simon’s arm.

“Come on JJ, the quicker you get in the bath the longer the bed time story” John made his way over to you ruffling Jude’s hair as he passed. He kissed the top of the baby’s head then yours. JJ pouted at the lack of attention from his dad.

“If you go get in the bath now, I’ll come tuck you in before daddy reads to you how about that?” You tickled his side making him giggle but he still seemed reluctant to leave your side. John raised his eyebrow at his son, He nodded raising his arms for Simon to pick him up.

“Good lad” Simon held his arm out for JJ to use to climb up him.

You smiled at JJ an he returned it. Good he was back on side. Simon pretended to drop them both as he left the room causing a loud squeal to erupt from them both.

You turned your attention to John who was now crouched at the side of the bed his hand stroking the babies back. His eyes not tired but soft he looked content.

“Do you think he’ll have hair like the lads?Wonder if he’ll be a little blondie like Si?” John laughed looking up at you.

“Maybe, he does look fairer than the boys did at this age” you tilted your head to look. He was perfect either way, a then as if he had read your mind he opened his little eyes as he did a yawn and a big stretch his little fingers and toes all spread out.

“That’s it son! Big stretch! He’s definitely going to be tall haha” John placed his finger in the babies tiny hand.

“He’s got a good grip on him, that’s a good sign” John smiled.

You could hear screaming and giggling coming from the bathroom and a lot of splashing water…

“That’ll do!” Simons fake angry voice again, John looked up at you.

“Go and help him…” you smiled

“They get that giddiness from you…” He cocked his eyebrow he was right, but he got up anyway kissing you and the baby again before he left to face what ever monsoon the twins had created.

“Right pack it in…why’s the entire floor wet, Si you take JJ I’ll take Jude”

********

You watched from the door as John sat on the floor next to JJ’s bed reading jack and the bean stork doing all the voices, Simon sat the same next to Jude listening just as intently as the boys with Baby Riley swaddled tightly in one arm and Jude snuggled up under the other.

Fatherhood suited them and it had changed them both for the better.

#captain price #captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #call of duty #captain price x reader #price x tank #ghost x tank x price #ghost x tank #ghost x oc #captain price x oc #john price x oc #price x oc #daddy price #ghost dad #prices little tanks #baby Riley #prices babies #cod oc #cod headcanons #cod drabble #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #ghost fanfiction #cod ghost

[malereadermaniac]

Late Night Talkin' ~ Atsumu Miya x Male Reader

Referance to NSFW!

FwB -> Lovers????

One-sided feelings (Atsumu) -> reciprocated feelings

MDNI! FEM-DNI!

You met Atsumu when you became the manager of Inarazaki's team

You two clicked quite quickly, with flirty banter and the two of you being able to hold conversation pretty well together

Sure, you did find the blonde hot, but never anything more than that

"Oi blondie! Stop shouting at your teammates!" You shout from the sidelines as Atsumu kicks off when Suna fails to block a ball

"ITS NOT MY FAULT HE SUCKS ASS!" Atsumu shouts back as he points at the boy

It came as a shock to you when Atsumu made a move on you after having too much sake on a school trip

The two of you were on the floor of the bedroom when Atsumu leaned over to you, held your chin in his rough hand, and sloppily shoved his tongue down your throat

So once he sobered up, the two of you came to an agreement - friends with benefits.

A great solution for you, but Atsumu definitely still has some feelings for you

The best part is that because you're still friends, after Atsumu fucks you until your ass is bruised, you two lay in bed together and talk about anything and everything

"Do you ever think about the future, (y/n)?" Atsumu asks, looking over at you, his hands behind his head showing off his muscles

"Yeah all the time haha... I worry about it a lot, but I also Fantasise about it" you say with a chuckle, looking the blonde in the eyes

Atsumu blushes at the intimate eye contact

"Oh yeah? About what?" He asks with the friendliest yet most flirtatious tone he could

"If I want kids or not, marriage, jobs, houses, boring shit haha..." you chuckle

"What about you, Blondie?"

"Pretty much the same, I'm pretty dead set on a lot of things though"

"Oh yeah? Like what?" You ask with a smile

"I'm definitely going to be a pro-volleyball player, I'm not working some shitty office job..."

"Haha! Like that's gonna happen" you laugh, hitting Atsumu's shoulder with the back of your hand in laughter

"Oi! I'm so good at Volleyball! You should know Mr. Manager" Atsumu shouts in offense

"Yeah you are, to be fair you have a good shot at it..." you mumble, staring at the ceiling

"I'm not too sure on kids, marriage is a definite for me though... what about you?" Atsumu looks over, admiring you with gentle eyes

"Ummm... yeah I go back and forth with the idea of children, I don't need to get married - but if my future boyfriend really wants to, I would go along with it hehe"

Atsumu watches you as you ramble quietly, he loves your voice, your body, your personality, and he fucking loves the way your eyes drift from his eyes to his muscles to the point that you have to drag them back

"But yeah... I'm quite scared of the future..." you admit as you end your mini-rant

"Yeah I get you... But I know one thing's for certain..."

"Yeah? And what's that, 'tsumu?"

Fuck he loved it when you called him that

"I want you in my future for as long as possible, (y/n)..." he says as he turns his head to you, looking lovingly into your eyes

Silence fills the room for a split second

"Haha... Don't say things like that 'Tsumu!" You blush a dark colour as you swat Atsumu away with your hand

"Why not?" He jokes with a smile, but he's worried on the inside

".... 'cause I might actually fall for you" you mumble

"Please do, (y/n)!-" atsumu says with a passion in his eyes as he grabs your hands in his

"- I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love you, (y/n)"

"Shut up, Blondie!" You blush more and laugh

"No! Why don't you want to admit to yourself that you like me back!" Atsumu shouts, frustration now taking over

"I... I don't know...my last relationship didn't go very well so I guess I just don't wanna get my heartbroken again..." you mumble, tears pricking the sides of your eyes as Atsumu'a grip tightens on your hands

"I promise you, (y/n)... Even if it kills me, I won't ever break your heart" Atsumu's usual tone is fully gone, replaced by a serious and passionate tone

"Okay... I like you 'tsumu, I probably even love you. But gimmie a little while longer?" You plead with the blonde

"Of course... Now wanna go for a second round, Mr. Manager?"

"You horny fuck... Yes I do"

#gay #male reader #fanfic #x male reader #cute gay #light smut #fluff #anime #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x male reader

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 18

Hey guys! I got the impression that that cliffhanger really threw people and only one person guessed right.

Thank you for all those that wished me a belated birthday, I had a great weekend.

Today we have resolution to the cliffhanger, some low stakes drama, and the only love triangle I can tolerate ;).

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

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Steve felt someone shove him into the car door. He was whirled around and his back was slammed back into the door. He was face to face with his assailant. He was objectively handsome, Steve supposed. He had long, straight blond hair that went down to the middle of his back, piercing hazel eyes, and piercings in his eyebrow, nose, both ears and pair of snakebites in his lower lips.

On his neck, Steve could make out a tattoo of some kind of bird. He gulped. The man radiated malice and spite.

“I don’t care who the fuck you think you are,” the man snarled. “But you stay away from Eddie Munson.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Fuck off.” He pushed the man back far enough that he had room to swing if he needed it. “I’m betting you’re the asshole that made him feel unsafe. Well, you messed with the wrong person, dude.”

The man, Blondie as Steve was starting to call him in his head, grabbed Steve’s shirt and pulled him so that their faces were inches from each other.

“Leave him alone,” Blondie sneered. “Or you’ll find out how unsafe I can be.”

Suddenly Blondie was yanked back and thrown to the side. Hopper stood over him, snarling.

“Fuck off before my apprentice calls the cops,” Hop said, jutting his thumb at Eden who had her phone out, likely recording the whole thing.

Blondie looked over at Steve, who stood there with his arms crossed and then back at Hopper. Both men glared down at him. Blondie got to his feet and dusted himself off.

“This isn’t the last you’ll see of me, asshole,” he sneered at Steve. “I meant what I said. You touch Eddie Munson and I’ll make you pay.”

“And I told you, you are messing with the wrong man,” Steve snapped back. “You even so much as look his direction and you’ll wish you were never born.”

The man scoffed and walked away rolling his eyes.

Hopper turned to Steve, gripping his shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”

Steve let out a long shuddering sigh. “Yeah.”

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck that was about?” he barked.

“One of the people I tattoo had–has a crazy ex-boyfriend,” Steve explained.

Hopper rolled his eyes. “Fuck. I’ve still got friends in the local police, I see if I can’t convince one or two of them to drive by your shop once and while and make sure everything is okay.”

Steve breathed out a heavy sigh. That wouldn’t do anything about the stalking but at least he wouldn’t be able to do something to the shop.

He nodded.

“Take care of yourself, you hear me?” Hopper said gruffly.

“I will, I promise.”

*

Robin and Steve arrived early the next morning to see the candidates for the receptionist position. They had three interviews lined up and hoped that someone could be found fast.

Robin had started main lining six shots of espresso to get through the day. Something the shop people had taken to calling ‘the fallen angel’.

The first one up was a kid right out of high school. Steve would have guessed that he was Erica’s age or there about. He was nervous and kept chewing on his nails the whole time.

Once he was gone, Steve and Robin looked at each other and said with a heavy sigh, “NO.”

The next one was Troy Walsh. Robin chatted with him happily, but Steve remained silent.

After he left Robin turned to him and smacked his arm. “What the hell, Dingus! He was good!”

Steve folded his arms and ducked his head, scuffing at the floor with the edge of the sole of his sneaker. “If the biggest middle school bully of one of your friends came here and applied for a job, would you hire them?”

Robin opened her mouth to answer but stopped before so much as a squawk passed her lips. She closed it and pursed her lips together.

“I guess it would depend on how often you see said friend,” she said quietly, “and whether or not they come to shop.”

“Will.”

Her jaw dropped and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “Tell me you’re kidding!”

Steve shook his head. “Went as far as to push him while they were playing at the quarry. Will almost fell, if Mike hadn’t caught him, there’s no telling what would happened.”

“There’s bullying and then there’s attempted murder!” Robin screeched. “Jesus Christ!” She looked at the door Troy had just exited in shock and horror.

Steve gave her leg a squeeze. “We still have one more to interview. Maybe they’ll be better then the last two options.”

Robin sighed, but nodded.

“Steve?” the clear, bright voice asked from the doorway. “Oh my god, Robin?”

Both of their heads snapped up in shock. Standing in the doorway was Robin’s high school crush and fellow marching band-ite, Vickie Powell. Her bright green eyes twinkled as a rosy blush dusted her freckled cheeks. In short, she was as gorgeous as Robin remembered.

Steve looked at the application in his hand and then back up at her. “Victoria Prince?”

She shrugged. “Got married, found out he was cheating on me with every available woman on his dorm floor, divorced him, liked the name so I kept it. Also because his parents love me, so...” She winked.

Steve and Robin laughed.

“Come on in!” Steve said encouragingly. “Sit down, tell me about where you’re at now and why you want the job.”

They started talking and they slipped into an easy banter. Before they knew it there was the tinkling of the front door and they could hear voices.

Robin and Steve shared a glance. Steve got to his feet.

“When can you start?” he asked, sticking out his hand for her to shake.

She made a happy, surprised kind of scoff. “Wait, seriously?”

Robin nodded gleefully.

“Today work for you?”

Steve grinned. “Hell yeah it does. We all have nicknames that match the theme, pick one you think you won’t mind being yelled at in. Robin will teach you all the ins and outs of the shop and in two weeks, you’ll be put as main morning receptionist and then we’ll go from there.”

Vickie grinned. “That’s great! I can’t wait to start.”

Robin and Vickie went out to the foyer and he could hear Vickie being introduced to the rest of the Royals.

Yeah, she was going to be a good fit.

*

Steve was happy. That should have been his first warning sign. Because other then the strange run in with Eddie’s ex, everything had been going well. His shop was busy, his training of Chrissy and Argyle was moving along smoothly, Vickie was fitting in perfectly, Robin was having a crisis about having to work with two pretty girls, but Steve thought it was cute, Erica had built the henna thing up so that it was very lucrative, so much so that she was thinking about not going back to school in the fall.

And that was including everything that was happening with Eddie. The tattoo was coming along amazingly. The sword was done and Steve was starting work on the right wing. Saturday nights were for the band and the club after. Steve was actually relishing the slower speed Eddie asked to go with, because he was learning a lot about Eddie and just having fun without the expectations of a relationship.

So of course that meant something was going to go wrong. A wrong that took the shape of Argyle’s roommate and his girlfriend and suddenly Argyle being cagey about them made too much sense.

Steve was at the corner grocer trying to decide between green beans or a side salad for dinner with Eddie tonight. He pulled out his phone to ask Eddie his opinion when he heard a familiar giggle. A sound he hadn’t heard in a really long time.

He turned around just as Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle stumbled around the center aisle display of avocados, laughing about something Steve didn’t hear.

Suddenly Steve’s insides turned to ice. Argyle stopped first and he looked down embarrassed.

Jonathan spotted him next and the look of pity in his eyes made Steve want to throw up right there in the produce section. The ice traveled up his spine as Nancy finally realized that her companions had stopped laughing. She looked at Jonathan, who pointed behind her.

Steve could see her frown as she turned and then her jaw dropped in recognition.

“Steve?” Nancy asked, jutting her head forward in shock.

He took a step back, looking at Argyle, who refused to meet his eye. That’s when he got it.

The friend that needed Argyle to come from California to take care of stayed was Jonathan.

Jonathan had been a car accident two years ago and Will said that Nancy needed help taking care of him, but both Will and Joyce weren’t able to. Will had never said if they got some help, but when he stopped talking about it, Steve assumed they had.

It had been rough time for the Byers family and while Steve sympathized, the only Byers family member he was still on speaking terms with was Will.

He took another step back and stumbled into different display. This one for oranges. He turned on his heel and scrambled to get away, stumbling and bumping into people before just setting his basket down and running.

Steve managed to make it out to the parking lot before he had a break down. He tried to get into his car, but he kept dropping his keys. Finally he turned around and slid down to the ground as he fought off a panic attack.

Suddenly there was someone beside him holding out a blunt.

“Do you partake?” Argyle asked gently.

Steve nodded. “It’s been awhile, but yeah.”

Argyle lit the blunt and passed it over to Steve who took a deep drag before handing it back to the other man. He let the smoke out, low and slow letting the drug calm his tortured mind.

“They told me not to tell you,” Argyle said after a moment. “They said it would only hurt my chances of becoming your apprentice.”

Steve sighed and threw his head back against the door of the car. “Maybe, maybe not. You’re good, man. I just feel so...lied to.”

Argyle took a hit and handed it back to Steve. “I told them we should at least you know that Jonathan was my roommate. Especially since you’re still bros with his bro, you know.”

That got a small smile out of Steve. “Probably. I don’t know how I would have reacted because I wasn’t given the chance to make the choice for myself.”

“Not telling you took away your agency,” Argyle said sagely, nodded. “That wasn’t cool.”

Steve nodded back. “Yeah, but I do like you. I like your style. I want to keep having you as my apprentice...”

Argyle took the blunt away from Steve’s fingers as he was just letting it burn down. “I feel like there’s a but there somewhere.”

Steve thudded his head against the car door again. “Did they tell you she cheated on me with him?”

Argyle frowned. Steve thought it looked odd on the normally chill man. He shook his head. “They didn’t.”

Steve took the blunt back and took another drag. “Yeah. I didn’t find out until after Nancy and I broke up. Just something Jonathan said about when they hooked up for the first time and when Nancy and I officially broke it off set alarm bells off in my head.”

“The timeline didn’t match up?” Argyle asked.

Steve nodded. “It was such bullshit. I thought I had moved on. Things are going great and then this happens and it feels like a bomb has fucking gone off under my feet.”

“You like Jane Austen, my dude?” Argyle asked.

Steve snorted. “Sort of. Robin loves the A&E ‘Pride and Prejudice’ and watches it all the time. It’s hard to miss.”

Argyle nodded. “It’s like how Jane felt when she saw Mr Bingley for first time since he went to London and ghosted her. Yeah, it was tough that first meeting, but now she knew what to expect the next time.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “You’re right, thanks.”

Argyle gave him a half smile. He stood up and ground out the blunt under his heel.

“See you tomorrow,” Steve said with a timid smile.

“Yeah?” Argyle asked, unsure but hopeful.

Steve stood up. “Yeah. I think you need better friends, but that’s a personal opinion not a professional one. And my professional opinion is that you are a great artist and I want to keep you for as long as you want a job in my shop okay?”

Argyle nodded, a big grin on his face. “See you tomorrow!”

Steve watched him go with a shake of his head. The dude was too nice for the likes of Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, but there were worst people to be friends with. Like Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins for example. And considering that Steve was the one that had made that dumb mistake, he couldn’t really fault Argyle for his.

He went back into the grocer and finished his shopping. At least he would have a funny story to tell Eddie tonight. He just had to apologize to management first.

***

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[ch0wen]

Hi!!!!!!! Loooooove your writing!!!! May I ask Tangerine x reader (fem if you want!), hot "Thank god you are safe!" kind of sex?

Thaaaaaank you for your support and for sending this over!! 💕 I am so so so happy to read comments on my posts and I really appreciate receiving these messages. Please accept this work as a token of my gratitude -

Request: Gunpoint - Tangerine x gn!reader

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), smut, & cursing

“I’m okay. I promise.”

“He held a gun to your head, Y/N.”

He has a serious look on his face but his dick is sliding deliciously in and out of you. He’s thrusting slowly. Analyzing, not admiring, your body to ensure there aren’t any hidden cuts or marks he may have missed from earlier. You’re clenching down on his cock to try and savor the feeling of him filling you up. Gripping him to hold onto the feeling of being full to avoid the emptiness from him slipping out.

You’re grateful Tangerine is so doting. It’s an entirely different side to him that not many people see. He’s generally caring and listens to you, but his worry is not an emotion you see often. In reactive situations, when the cause for the stress is over, he gets clingy and has to state verbal reminders that you’re okay, but they're mostly for himself. It's been a while since you've seen this side of him, but today put him in a position he hasn’t been in before and you could tell it shattered him.

Earlier, you opened the front door of your apartment with a smile, thinking it was just Tangerine meeting you for your agreed date. However, you were staring down the barrel of a gun with a sweaty, blonde man’s hesitating finger dancing on the trigger.

Moments later, Tangerine’s pounding footsteps were heard down the building's corridor. His tight facial expression faltered once he got a look at the scene now in front of him. Blondie had swooped in behind you and put you in a chokehold; the pressure of the gun prodding at your head.

The look on his face paired with the gun made your stomach twist. He paled whilst trying to fight off any trace of worry to not give Blondie the reaction he wanted. But you can pick up on any of his micro-expressions, except he wasn’t successful at fully hiding some of the changes to his demeanor. Contorted eyebrows here, a quivering lip there, hands stuttering with the flexing then balling of his fists, and a command to let you go with a slight quiver to his stern tone. And when he locked eyes with you, you could read his silent plea for you to stay calm. He was helplessly trying to figure out a safe way to free you from being Blondie’s hostage without having said man react and shoot you. You never saw that clear emotion wash over him before. It didn’t make you feel good at all. You felt horrible to be in a position where your smart, always confident Tangerine was unsure of himself and what to do next. To feel this way being the one with a loaded weapon pressed against your temple says a lot.

But you’d do anything to never have him doubt himself or for you to be labeled as a damsel in distress. So, you took initiative to defend yourself against Blondie by throwing your head back into his nose as you’ve seen in the movies. Honestly, what they don't tell you, is that the impact causes whatever part of your own head to throb. But arguably that was the preferred pain over the harsh smack of the gun to your face. Your body hitting the ground with a quickly forming welt set Tangerine off, and now Lemon is currently out God only knows where to dispose of Blondie’s corpse.

Tangerine embraced you over the cooling body, followed by a quick text to Lemon. He iced your cheek/eye in the kitchen. Leading to more kisses that finally wound you up on your bed for him to 'assess' how bad your injuries are. Now you're here.

“Tan, I’m not gonna break. Fuck me, baby.”

Wordlessly, he is moving back to sit down near the end of the bed and pulls your body with him. You’re now straddling his lap; being wrapped in his arms with his dick never slipping out of you. His hands soothingly stroke up and down your sides as he continues to thrust his cock rhythmically. Fingers ghost over the bruise on your face. He’s afraid to apply any pressure to it. This close you can see how genuinely concerned he was and still is. There are traces of tears around his baby-blue eyes. You're not sure if they’re from now or earlier in the hall, and he would deny having ever welled up if you tried asking. But you carefully stroke under his eye with your thumb to wipe them away and now he’s staring at you.

“I was so scared I was going to lose you,” he admits.

You kiss his fingers as they sweep over your lips then replace the sensation with a soft kiss to his own. A silent message that that didn’t happen. You’re alive.

“I’m right here,” you whisper promises against his lips, “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”

His mouth quirks into a smile and nips at your lip,

“Oh, yea. You’re an absolute bore to be stuck with,” he teases.

Your giggle turns into a hearty moan as he gives you an unexpected firm fuck up into you. Oh. His pace has impressively sped up and his hands keep alternating where he's holding you. Like he wants to constantly touch you to physically confirm you’re here with him.

“You’re safe,” he whispers; moans escaping past his concerned tone.

“I’m safe.”

“You’re mine.”

“Yes, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Mine,” he nods then sucks a love bite into your collarbone. Then moves to place one onto your skin just above your left nipple. Taking a moment to pay attention to the sensitive bud by licking and suckling on it. You’re writhing against him; pushing his hair back from his face to watch him pay attention to your chest.

Your nails bite at his shoulders with each drive up into you. The bed creeks and shakes with his hips pistoning into you from below, creating the sickest, dirtiest slapping sounds in the room. What he's doing with his lower half is a stark contrast to the gentle touches he places on your face. The overwhelming sensation of your creeping orgasm and being cradled so close to Tangerine is your confirmation that you’re here and today really drove in the fact that you know Tangerine will always strive to keep you out of harm's way.

#asks #tangerine smut #tangerine x reader #tangerine x gn!reader #bullet train 2022 #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson

[rizzlord34]

 “Rabid Piranha bitch”

       

                 (Vance x f!Reader!w/ a biting problem)

Cw: cursing, Implications of an erection

Details: You're a shoulder biter and your weird impulse led into a situation with an infamous blondie.

I didn't realize how autistic-coded I made the reader until now, Highly recommend it if you're an autistic vance lover.

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Everyone has their own habits or weird quirks right?

Whether it’s biting nails, tapping things, clicking pens, or having the irresistible urge to bite the shoulder of the person standing or walking in front of you.

Okay the last one isn't really a habit but a strange cannibalistic impulse.

You didn't think it was but your friends joked and said it was.

“Julie, it's not cannibalistic! It's just.. Just..”

You look at your hands rubbing the soft parts.

“I swear (Y/N) you're gonna be in the papers for eating someone in the future!”

She laughs out, laughing hard to the point where she could barely breathe.

“Listen, Listen, tell you what, Lets go to the Grab-N-Go and get you some gum or snacks to chew on so you can stop hunting out flesh.”

She says, wiping her tears from laughing.

You roll your eyes and groan.

“Okay fine.. Let's go then.”

As you two leave her house, she slips next to you.

Not wanting to fall victim to your biting, Again.

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You and Jules approach the mini-mart. 

There stands a familiar blonde, Playing pinball.

“Oh look, Lethal barbie boy alert.”

Jerking her head towards the boy next to the window.

“Huh? What?”

You say, a bit confused.

“Not literally!”

She laughs.

“Oh, You mean Vance?”

You look back down, smiling slightly,

Toying with your hands.

“He's cool or whatever..”

You actually have a small gigantic monster crush on him.

Your interactions with him were limited but you liked to look at him and watch him from the sidelines.

It was just a tiny schoolgirl crush that was probably never gonna be reciprocated.

Right..?

You snap out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, Hes cool til you fuck with his game!”

She says, chuckling.

“It probably takes him a lot of money and time to get there..”

You say, Sympathizing for him.

“Still dont get why he’d beat people up for it.”

You shrug, walking into the store.

As you walk by him

The urge comes stronger and stronger.

You can't help yourself, after all, He does look delicious.

In the blur of the moment you move his hair, grab his shoulder, latching onto his shoulder and sinking your teeth into his exposed skin, accidentally drooling on him a bit.

He jumps up.

“Angh..!~ Wh-what the fuck?!”

Before he can turn to fully see you, you move to your friend quickly walking by her side.

To your displeasure you hear a voice yelling and gripping the back of your shirt.

Blondie pulls you up by the collar to his flustered face.

“THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR HUH?!”

You panicked but you still tried acting stupid.

“Wh-what?? What are you-”

“DON'T ACT STUPID WITH ME! YOU BIT ME YOU RABID PIRANHA BITCH!”

By this point your face was red or boiling hot.

“I-Im sorry I really am, it's a really bad urge.. And you um..”

“I what?! Spit it out!”

He shakes you.

“You were the nearest…

You stopped yourself from saying something weird phew-

“And I mean... the prettiest.”

You realized you let your thoughts slip off your tongue.

I mean no one can blame you, Youre just speaking what you're thinking.

You were gonna get it now.

"I-I mean that as in like you-"

You say trying to save yourself.

He breathes out heavily.

His expression softened, unlike him.

“What the hell?! Pretty..??”

He cuts you off mid sentence.

You looked at your feet bashfully, Noticing his pants got bigger.

A smile flickers on your face for a moment.

Did he..? Get.. excited from that bite..?

You looked to the side to see Jules, giving you an excited thumbs up.

“So uh.. Are you gonna hurt me.. Or what?”I mean not that i want to be hurt or anything I was just-''

Vance grumbles letting you fall to your feet onto the ground again.

“No weirdo. I don't hit girls, My mom taught me better than that. Fuck you think I am?”

You chuckle to yourself.

"You want me to beat ya senseless? I'll do it if you insist."

He speaks in an agressive yet, Low tone.

“Uh.. no..?”

You say, too engulfed in your own embarrassment and fear to say anything else.

You look over at him, only for a split second seeing the blonde bit his lip in frustration.

“You owe me though, I lost my high score because of your rabid piranha ass.”

You hand him your spare quarters.

He shoves them into his pocket, Shooting a glare at you looking you up and down before walking into the boys bathroom in a hurry.  

“I am never showing my face here, EVER.”

You groan to yourself, Embarrassed out of your senses.

Jules was practically running to you.

“Holy fuck you saw that right? His pants-”

“Julie, let's just go home. I don't need to think about this.”

“What are you gonna do if you get classes wi-”

“SHUT UP.”

She giggles.

She's never gonna let you live that down.

Neither is your own mind.

I just thought of this and i thought it be funny okay SUE ME

#vance the black phone #the black phone #tbp vance #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper the black phone #tbp fanfic #tbp x reader

[fryingpan1234567]

malconnor...hcs... for the soul... pls...

oh ANON, I would LOVE to

SO

(AAAAAAA I GOTTA FREAK OUT FIRST MY BOYS)

k anyways

I think at some point Travis comes back to camp to visit, and while he was gone Malcolm and Connor had gotten together

so over the course of the first few days he was like huh that’s funny my little brother made a new friend

huh that’s funny they’re really good friends

huh that’s funny they are making out against a wall “hEY C O N N O R !”

the shovel talk help😭🫠

anyways Travis gets used to it eventually it’s fineeee

I was actually about to write a Home Alone AU for the two of them in which they’re the only two at camp because Malcolm’s dad is on a cruise with his new gf, Connor’s mom is on a mission too dangerous to have company, Travis is at Katie’s family’s for break, Dionysus is back on Olympus, AND Chiron goes off to visit some of his relatives. Bad time for an invasion but yk they handled themselves fine

Malcolm is a California boy FIGHT ME

beach drives with all the windows down help

the parallels… between Percabeth and Malconnor… “I’m so sick of your shit (affectionate)” blond Athena kid… “too bad you get to deal with more of it” dark haired little shit who is taller and loves bugging blondie while they’re trying to do homework… hhrngh the PARALLELS

Malcolm of course finds it attractive when Connor actually uses the brain cells he has… but a part of him will always find it so fucking adorable when Con turns to him with the most bewildered face and say “Mal… my math homework has letters in it”

(bonus: “it’s algebra, babe”

”I dropped out of algebra”

”…algebra is the grade standard tho”

”oh fuck me I have a hard enough time with letters in English”

”let’s…….. put the homework away for now. Mario Kart?”

”OHOHO YOU ARE GOING THE FUCK DOWN PRETTY BOY”

”I THINK NOT, HE WHO ALWAYS PICKS TOAD AND THE STUPID TOY CAR”

”DON’T TALK TO ME DEFAULT SETTINGS LOSER” I’m getting off track I had a very similar conversation with my brothers the other day but it’s fine)

hmm something about Connor being obsessed with the Heartstopper comics and Malcolm loving the Solitaire novel series

they are firm believers they’d win the Hunger Games together too

NOT MAL RECHARGING BY SITTING AND READING AND CON RECHARGING BY WRAPPING AROUND HIM LIKE A SLOTH AND PASSING THE FUCK OUT

symbiotic relationship, Malcolm would say

(another bonus: “shut the fuck up you’re making us sound like Venom”

”we could be as good as Venom if u really wanted”

“we’re better than Venom, baby”)

Malcolm loving the Marvel Comics is just something so important to me

Hermes gripping Malcolm by the shoulders and going “listen. that’s my boy. he pulled a Tartarus napkin out of a fireplace. do not hurt him” and Mal’s just like yeah man I was there

also Athena eyeing Connor and whispering to Malcolm, “is he smart?” and Mal kinda gives a half-nod-half-shrug, Con grins at her like an idiot (it’s giving golden retriever), and just like that she loves him

anyways my boys💖💖💖

#Malconnor #oh it has BEEN A MINUTE #riordanverse #malcolm pace #connor stoll #percabeth