#and i mean his knees are clearly in a bad way so maybe he was alive and just couldn't go
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A quick skim through the BBC!Ghosts tag tells me that no one has spent too much time trying to decode the Captain’s service ribbons. Lucky you, I did!
The badge on his jacket lapels say that he was in the royal artillery
1939 to 1945 Star: This is awarded to anyone who completed operational service overseas between 3 September 1939 and 8 May 1945 for at least 180 days.
France and Germany Star: Awarded for at least 1 day of operational service in France, Belgium, Luxembourg, The Netherlands or Germany between 6 June 1944 and 8 May 1945.
Defence Medal: Awarded for non-operational service (like training bases, for example) in the UK or overseas. A minimum of 3 years service in either the UK (3 Sep 1939 and 8 May 1945) or in the Home Guard (14 May 1940 and 31 Dec 1944) are required; if stationed overseas, 1 year between 3 Sep 1939 and 2 Sep 1945.
War Medal 1939 to 1945: Awarded to all full time personnel of the armed forces who served at least 28 days between 3 September 1939 and 2 September 1945, no matter where. In Europe, WWII ended in May 1945; this medal was instituted in August 1945.
He doesn’t wear any other clasp, so he didn’t fight in the Battle for Britain or the Battle of the Atlantic (makes sense, those were RAF and Navy stuff mostly). The Africa Star was awarded for a minimum of one day of operational service in North Africa, the Arctic Star was awarded for any amount of time spent fighting in that campaign, and the Pacific, Burma, and Italy Stars were awarded upon entry into an operational area. He was awarded none of these medals, which means he only fought the France and Germany campaign.
He only wears WWII medals, which means he didn’t fight in WWI (it was unlikely he would have anyway, tbh, 41 was the the maximum age to fight in WWII, which would have made him 18 in 1916). The order I’ve written them out in (from top to bottom) is the order they should go left to right. For some reason, the Captain is wearing the ribbon band upside down. That’s a very huge big no good no-no. At first I assumed if was a mistake by the costume people, but it’s been three seasons and that hasn’t been fixed yet so I have to conclude it’s intentional. It could be some kind of BBC directive (idk, “non-army personnel has to wear the uniform in a certain way or it’s an insult to the queen” or some other silly nonsense) or it could be a genuine mistake the Captain made before dying, in which case I assume he’s spent sixty years being massively bothered by this. [ @lagoonnebula6523 said that the director of series 1 and 2 hinted that the reason for this mistake would be revealed in a future series, which I think points to an in universe explanation. Thank you for the info, this is super cool to know!] [Small aside, but I remember googling why the ribbons would be worn upside down and what i found was neat but probably unrelated. Check the tags if you’re interested]
I believe he’s in a service dress, which basically means he was at some kind of event when he died. He’s not in the army equivalent of the white tie, so we’re not talking about something too fancy. Maybe some sort of minor party?
So yeah, dude died after the war ended, and considering he seems used to saying “king” instead of “queen” I feel like he died either before Elizabeth was crowned or just after, so somewhere between August 1945 and around 1953-55
#bbc ghosts#ghosts bbc#bbc!ghosts#long story short; dude fought at least half a year in belgium and france#Could have been involved with d-day or he could have arrived later#he also doesn't have a Korea medal (the requirement for it is at least one day in korea if you're army)#that war started in 1950 and was established in 1951#that could mean he died before that war begun... but i also have no fucking clue how the army works#like idk maybe they only sent six pople who drew the short stick for that one and he wasn't one of them#and i mean his knees are clearly in a bad way so maybe he was alive and just couldn't go#he could also have been too old (read: over 41) for that one#Okay now re: what i found out when i googled why a ribbon band would be worn upside down#I found were a couple of articles about some army guy wearing the ribbon band upside down by mistake and apologizing for it#(i seem to remember he was american but still i think the contriteness would be the same)#and the historical novel “The Reverse of the Medal” by Patrick O’Brian#remember the Master and Commander movie? It comes from a series of books the reverse of the medal is from#if you don't remember it: historical novels set in 1800 following a Navy officer and his friend#in the Reverse of the Medial a character goes through cashiering#(basically a ritual of shame in which you're dishonourably discharged)#the title is a reference to that and also probably to the flying the union jack upside down#flying the union jack upside down is a big no no but it's sometimes done (generally by people in the forces)#to signal distress#the title is obviously also a reference to the turn of phrase 'opposite side of the medal'#is this in any way relevant to the Captain? Probably not!
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City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 4
WC 1123 Masterpost
CW allusions to past torture, dehumanization, anxiety
“Looks worse in person, doesn’t he?”
Dick was jolted out of his thoughts as Jason spoke. He gave little nod, but didn’t look away from the kid asleep on the bed. Seeing the photos were bad enough, but Jason was right, he looked worse in person. It was distressingly clear all that he’d gone through between the fainter marks that the flash of the camera had washed out and the way the kid’s bone’s were clearly outlined under paper thin skin.
“It’s wild seeing someone who looks so much like B looking so fragile,” Jason continued in a low rumble. “Like, none of us think the old man can do everything anymore, we’re all beyond that childish notion, but doesn’t mean that B still doesn’t seem larger than life. To see a kid with his features look like that…”
“It’s going to be okay, little wing,” Dick assured hi. “We’ll look out for him now.”
Jason snorted. “Always the optimist.”
“Nope,” Dick said, shaking his head. “I’m just pretty sure that anyone who comes for him, you and little Red will put in the ground.”
Dick could see Jason start out of the corner of his eye at that, but didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, Dick finally entered the room instead of just lingering in the doorway like a creep.
“What’s the plan, baby bird?”
Tim stopped twirling the screwdriver in his fingers (a nervous habit) and glanced Dick’s way. “I want to fit a piece of insulating rubber between the collar and his skin. I should be able to get it off without zapping him, but they didn’t… I’m pretty sure they didn’t intend it to ever come off, or at least not cleanly.”
“So rubber as a back up, makes sense. What’s the catch?”
“Well, like Duke said, we don’t know what will happen when we remove it,” Tim answered, “and I’m pretty sure he won’t stay asleep for it. He stirred some when I was checking it over earlier. I want the collar off him but…”
“Pretty sure that’s more important than rest,” Jason said. “He’s got as long as he needs to rest after. Besides, gives us a chance to get some fluids and food in him.”
“Okay, you wake him up then,” Tim said, tone edging into snippy. The baby bird really was stressed by this.
“Now hold on,” Jason started back.
Dick just rolled his eyes and squatted by the edge of the bed. Gently, he rested a hand on the kid’s shoulder. He rubbed a slow circle with his thumb. “Hey there. Can you wake up for a little bit? We want to get you more comfortable.”
The kid gave a sleepy snuffle and turned his head, nuzzling his cheek against Dick’s hand for a moment. Dick could feel when the kid actually woke up by how rigid he went.
“It’s okay, you’re safe, remember? You ran into Red Hood and Red Robin. They brought you to a safe house. I’m Nightwing, but they’re both still here.
“Hey Kid,” Jason said, his voice distinct behind the modulation.
Green eyes fluttered open and darted quickly around the room. The Kid was too young to have to catalog all the exits and makeshift weapons, but that’s exactly what he was doing. Dick slowly removed his hand and rested it, palm up, on his knee. The kid seemed to chase the touch for a moment before he went the other way and pushed himself to sit up back into the corner where the bed med the wall.
“Sorry,” he croaked out.
Dick nudged the sealed water bottle on the side table a little closer to him. The kid took a moment to look from it to Dick and the others in the room before he reached out very slowly to take it. Dick was sure the kid thought they were going to take it away by how quickly he snatched it back once his fingers were on it, but none of them commented on it. None of the commented on the way he checked the seal either before he broke it and chugged half the bottle.
“Maybe go slow with the rest of that bottle, but keep drinking it. We’d like you to eat too. If you’re not comfortable eating something we—”
Jay cleared his throat and Nightwing rolled his eyes behind his white out lenses. “That Red Hood cooks, we have MREs and bars that are sealed.”
“We can also cover your stitches so that you can take a shower,” Jason said, “but only after you eat. Don’t need you falling over in the shower.”
“And before you eat,” Tim chimed in, “we want to get that collar off.”
The water bottle crinkled loudly in the kid’s hands. He started, dropping it on the mattress then scrambled to pick it up.
“Shit, sorry, I’m…”
“It’s just water, Kid,” Jason said. “It will clean up fine.”
“Can you take a deep breath for me?” Dick asked, voice soft. He tapped out a rhythm on the bed frame with his blue stripped fingers.
The kid took a shuddering breath and then another. Jason left the room as the kid breathed, coming back with another bottle of water and an orange juice to set on the side table.
“There you go,” Dick soothed. “I’m going to talk about it, is that okay?”
The kid gave a jerky nod.
“Do you want the collar off?”
The kid nodded again. “Yes.”
“Is it going to harm you if we take it off? One of us Bats is a meta too. He said there could be a backlash of power.”
“I can control it,” he whispered. The words were barely audible over the nearly bottle that he was twisting in his hands. “But the collar… if you… it, um, shocks.”
“We know,” Tim said. “But I know how to take it off. We’ll put rubber between your skin and it too, so even if I tries you won’t feel it.”
The kid’s eyes seemed to flash brighter as he looked up at Tim. “You can? I tried to but I didn’t have… I couldn’t find the tools. All I could do is kill the tracker. It zapped me out for a day. I was so sure that… right, yeah, please, I want it off. You all… you’d do that?”
“Of course,” Dick said.
The green shifted to him. “But you don’t even know what I can do.”
“We know you’re a kid with a collar around your neck that hurts you. That’s enough for us,” Jason said.
The kid looked between all of them before he slumped forward. Dick gently plucked the water bottle from his limp fingers.
“Please,” the kid said. “Please.”
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AN: Y'all, darlings, I am... so tired I didn't have it in me to read this over before posting so I'm sure there are double words and wrong words. Be kind to my soul. It was a very busy day with a lot of important things and fatigue is kicking my ass. But before anyone worse, I wanted to write this and I'm happier having gotten some writing done!
Still, I hope you like this part! We got Dick POV this time! Stay delightful, my darlings.
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Steve doesn’t notice there’s something else wrong until he gets his glasses. The thing with his vision had been getting worse, and so he finally gave in to Robin’s nagging and went to an eye doctor. And to the surprise of no one, the glasses help.
With his sight, that is. But they also, strangely, show him something he hadn’t expected. He’s having trouble hearing, too.
He can see clearly now that his friends act differently around him than they do each other. When they want to get his attention, they stand right in front of him, and move in close. If they are too far away, or off to the side, it’s sometimes as if they aren’t there at all, his hearing is so bad. He can see them having conversations among themselves, heads thrown back in laughter and smiles pulling at their cheeks, but he can’t always make out what they’re saying.
Steve’s at Eddie’s one night, relaxing on the couch with beer and pizza. They’re supposed to be talking about who’s driving which kids to a dinner at the Byers’ tomorrow, and Eddie’s playing a new tape that Max gave him. Steve should be happy, safe and comfortable, hanging out with his favorite person. But Eddie’s bouncing around with excitement, pulling his hair over his mouth and jumping up to change the music, and Steve realizes he’s entirely lost.
“Could you just, maybe not-” he says, sharper than he meant, and Eddie turns to him, startled.
“Maybe not what, babe?”
Steve waves his hand towards the tape player. “The music’s really loud. It’s making it hard to…”
Eddie’s face falls, and Steve rushes to take it back. “Sorry, no, the music’s fine-”
Eddie plops himself on the couch, sitting cross-legged and pulling at Steve until they’re facing each other. When he speaks, it’s clear and his hair is firmly tucked behind his ears. “Hey, no, don’t apologize. It’s my fault, I should have realized. I’m usually better at this.”
Eddie’s eyes are wide and understanding, and Steve has to look away for a long moment. He knows.
Eddie touches his knee and waits until Steve looks back at him before he continues. “We can get help for this too. When you’re ready. And, you know, there are other ways of communicating.”
“Ha ha,” Steve says dryly, thinking Eddie is flirting, but Eddie’s expression is too earnest for that.
“Okay, that too. But also this.” Eddie holds up his hand, rings and all, and forms his index finger and thumb into an L. Then he lifts his pinky finger too, keeping his other fingers curled towards his palm, and directs it at Steve.
“What’s that?”
“It’s sign language for ‘I love you,’” Eddie says, picking up one of Steve’s hands and showing him how to do it. “My mom taught it to me when I was little. She said that way we could always talk to each other, even if we were far apart, like on the playground.”
“You know sign language?”
Eddie shakes his head. “Not much, but I’ve been working on it lately. I mean, I know plenty of words in fantasy languages, there’s no reason I can’t learn a real one. Dustin and Robin are learning, too. We just… didn’t know how to bring it up…”
Steve feels his eyes fill. “I can’t believe you did that for me.”
Eddie gives Steve a pleased smile, then leans in for a kiss that soon turns into the kind of communication Steve thought Eddie was joking about earlier. Later, lying in bed curled around each other, Eddie makes the “I love you” sign again, and Steve wants to kiss him forever.
“Guess there’s an advantage to having a nerd for a boyfriend,” he whispers, and if he can feel more than hear Eddie’s laugh in response, at least he knows they’re in this together.
#Steddie#Steddie fic#Eddie Munson#Steve Harrington#Stranger Things#Stranger Things fic#Steddie ficlet#Stranger Things ficlet
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what about this, Gojo comes out of the box and he’s buff, reader notices and stares at him (they’re in a relationship,) and first thing she does is like go up to him and just squeeze his chest and then it leads to smut😋‼️
FOREVER YOURS
,, x fem! wife reader , changed the req a bit , got rlly soft n’ sweet w/ small dialogue , fluff + smut n a bit angy , chest riding , unprotected sex , groping , not proofread well
maybe coming home to his loving wife, after nearly three weeks, was a bad choice. okay — not a bad choice, satoru thinks. but she obviously has her attention occupied elsewhere. considering he’s been standing at the front door for a minute, with one of her hands groping him. not even a hello?
“geez.. don’t even miss me?” satoru pouts, looking down at you. even after such a large change to his physique, the cute turn of his lips never fails to make you smile. “i do. you’re just a bit..” you try to squeeze the large muscle underneath the palm of your hand, scrunching up the fabric between your hand and his chest. “distracting, now.” your words make satoru grab your wrist, an offended look plaster on his handsome features.
“huh! are you saying i wasnt distracting before? that basically means i wasn’t attractive!” he huffs, frowning at the sound of your giggles. he picks you up effortlessly as you catch your breath, making sure the door behind him was locked before settling with you on the couch, “you were, and still are, attractive satoru~ you just caught my eyes in a.. different way.” you grin, adjusting on his lap as he leans back, head tilted down at you while he considers your words.
his silence allows you to properly gaze and take in the welcomed changes to his body. like the broad scape of his shoulders. how the arms around you could probably cover you in a snowstorm. your finger lightly trails his biceps, taking in the detail of the faint veins traveling among his skin.
but it only reminds you of time spent apart from your clingy partner. seeing the change that probably would’ve actually taken him longer than three weeks. it only makes you wonder about what could have possibly happened, or for him to endure, for such a dire transformation in such a short span of time.
“watcha thinkin’ bout now?” satoru smiles comfortingly, bumping his knee up and shaking you a bit. you sigh, falling down on his chest and tucking your neck in his neck. his natural honeyed perfume was replaced with a more heavy musk that completely fills your senses.
you sigh, “it’s nothing. i just.. i really love you.” you feel so emotional thinking about the time lost. voice breaking and sniffling a bit. satoru frown deepens at the sounds of your obvious solemnity, moving you to face him and holding you by your shoulders. just the look on your face makes him realize that you felt just the same as he did for all of that time.
“i love you too — oh don’t cry, look at you, all pretty n’ prescious. and that’s something that clearly didn’t change.” he gives a breathy chuckle, gaining your weak smile in return. you wipe the little tears that slid down your face, feeling his bigger hands join yours, your matching rings clinging against each other as his thumbs wipe the corner of your eyes. his fingers are thicker than before, you can feel stark roughness on them, different from how soft and slender they used to be.
“don’t get me wrong, i still love you how you are now. a dork like you never changes. it’s just that.. it felt like months, maybe even years, y’know? and seeing you like.. well, this. makes that possible reality seem more true in my mind.” you ramble, not meeting the eyes that look at you with so much love and so much regret. one of satoru’s hands falls to your waist, pulling you close while his other holds your face with a hand on your chin.
satoru presses his forehead against yours, smiling at you with soft eyes. “hey. hey, i’m here, okay? and i’m here to stay, always.” satoru whispers, and you nod against his head, blinking away your tears as his head tilts, lips locking with yours. you hum against his lips, his tongue intersecting between yours and soon you two fight a battle with the muscles.
his fingers dig into your skin, lips moving eagerly against you to the point where you’re gasping for breath, bringing your hands up to his sturdy chest and trying to push him away. but he doesn’t move, and a smile forms on his lips in amusement, giggling at your expense. “sato— wait, mm stop.” your meek voice speaks between kisses, head unable to pull away because of his grip on your face.
in the midst of the hot makeout session, you two found yourselves undressing, hands aching to explore all of the forgotten places of your bodies. his remembering all of the spots on you that have once owned a mark or two of his. while yours explores the new world of his body, pressing and grasping whatever you can.
satoru admires your figure sitting on top of his, holding your hips firmly as you take your time with his body. you graze your fingers along the escape of his shoulders, admiring how it looks with the sliver on your finger; that symbolizes everything satoru is in your life, slowly drawing to his chest and making his skin prickle from the sensitivity. “you’re still beautiful.” you whisper, eyes flickering up to him as he smiles, “hm? am i really?” he says breathlessly, licking his lips as you begin to rock your bare pussy along his chest. “yea. y-you’re so pretty like this..” your breath hitched, stopping the movement of your hand and bracing yourself to glide your folds along his abs.
he can’t even imagine how his beauty could compare to your when you throw your head back, body shaking from the stimulation of your clit rubbing against his skin. satoru thinks he could lay here all day, as long as he gets to see you adore his body, adore him. to watch you fall apart in so many ways that already has his dick standing tall in his sweats. as you ride to your high, small squelches of slick on his skin can be heard underneath you, sounds satoru hears all too well.
“almost there baby. c’mon, touch me s’more, i’m still yours sweetheart.” satoru speaks hushed, helping your weakening body move along his chest as your fingers fiddle with his nipples, eyes closing tight while you bite your lip. “o-okay.. satoru..” your quiet moans fill the big house as he presses your hips down to his skin, his gentle expression never changing when you gush all over him. you almost would’ve fell flat on him if he wasn’t holding you up, praising you for how well you did.
“let me take care of you sweets..” satoru lays you on your back, spreading your thighs and holding back a moan from the sight of your wet and creamy folds. you finally get a good look at the muscle in between his thighs. it's thicker than before, maybe smaller? but you know the girth will make up for it. however, it still stays true to its slender figure, curved downward with a tip so dangerously red, pre cum leaking and two veins popping on the sides. “go slow.” you whisper as your legs are picked up, him leaning down further to rest them on his shoulders.
“of course..” satoru mumbles, tucking his lip in once his tip meets your slimy folds. he’s careful to hold one of your thighs tight once you jerk from the feeling, his lips curling knowingly. sweet affirmations are whispered between the two of you as you take him in, both of you falling into your own world of love once he’s pushed to hilt, holding your hands with his head down to kiss away all of your cries. and soon enough, all of your screams.
love. a word that satoru lives and breathes. a feeling he used to have in his everyday life. an emotion he thought he’d never get to experience ever again. and a life that satoru gojo hopes to never leave, unless it’s with his love.
#jjk x reader#jujustu kaisen x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujustu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk x fem!reader#jjk x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x reader smut#jjk fic#jjk fluff#jjk satoru#satoru gojo imagine#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo saturo#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#jujutsu gojo#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen satoru
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“rough day?”
♱ it was a rough day. and you’re too pretty to resist.
♱ cw: afab reader but no gendered terms are used, degradation (he’s stressed n mean), boot humping, spit, D/S undertones
(can be seen as a bit dubcon but this was written with the implication of a pre existing free use dynamic in place.)
♱ a/n; need him to shake me around like a dumb puppy. maybe I wouldn’t be mentally ill anymore
The sound of the door slamming shut jolts you, heavy and resounding through the house. He doesn’t even bother to call out in greeting, the only form of signal you get that he’s coming towards you being the heavy footfalls of his boots against the hardwood floors.
It was a bad day.
The weight of his agitation dampened the air of the kitchen when he stopped in the doorway. You don’t have to turn away from where you’re wiping down the counter to know his typically bright blue eyes are hooded, clouded over with how intensely he was staring at you.
“Leon…?”
You turn, all doe eyes and creased brows, questions on the tip of your tongue that you dare not let slip out.
God, that pretty fucking face. Those sweet lips, the way your eyes brighten even under the shadow of the storm whirling through him.
It made him want to ruin you.
“Sweetheart… C’mere,” he murmurs, voice clipped with barely restrained agitation, white knuckled control.
It wasn’t agitation at you, you knew that. Agitation was too often becoming a forefront mood for him lately, something you could only yearn to quell and quiet with each sharp, seemingly daily flare.
Maybe that’s why you buckle so easily, feet carrying you over to stand before him before you can do much as blink.
Because like this, if even just for a few minutes, an evening, you knew you quieted his mind, soothed his heart with the rush of hormones your body could coax out and flood him with.
“Rough day,” you murmur softly, gently. It’s a statement, the obvious dragged out in the open to settle thickly between you, like stretched taffy.
He only nods.
Nose flaring with the heavy exhale that leaves him, his thick lashes fluttering for a moment before he finally, finally dares to settle his clouded, unreadable eyes on you.
“On your knees.”
Realistically, it should be considered pathetic how quick you are to comply. How easily his words, his mere presence alone slips you out of that day to day awareness and high functioning state. Hell, it probably is pathetic, depending on who you ask.
But could you really be blamed..? Leon was easily the most hardworking, selfless man you knew. God forbid you wanted to suck him off about it on a daily basis.
Your knees settle on the cool tile of the kitchen, eyes obedient and bright, all but starry with anticipation when you gaze up at him. Hands laid flat on your thighs, your mouth already starting to salivate at the sight of his figure shadowing you… it would be an understatement to say that Leon’s self control was wearing thin.
And quickly.
It was a tightrope between taking you right there on the floor like a damn rabid animal, and wanting to tear you apart piece by piece. He knew either option would make good on helping him to forget the horrors and stress of the past twelve hours, but as much as he was a man with needs, he was a patient one. And trying to balance the both of those facts, desperately and fruitlessly trying to get a read on him right now? It left you throwing arrows blindly against a dart board.
Which is why it was a bit surprising when you found the hard toe of his boot sliding between your thighs, Leon’s idly hanging hands making no attempt to click his belt off making your breath hitch.
“I don’t see why you even bother to wear these. The material is so thin,” he mutters, tilting his head in intrigue as he watches his boot settle against the clearly outlined shape of your cunt through the thin material of your shorts. The lounge shorts you insisted on parading around the house in, the ones that barely kept your ass contained.
“Can see your fucking pussy from here. Are you even wearing underwear?”
The lilt of condescension in his voice directly betrays the look of faux boredom he was attempting to keep on his features.
No. Ruined them by lunch thinking about you.
“T… They’re in the wash,” you meekly attempt to defend, swallowing thickly. Maybe like this you could act like you hadn’t become a depraved slut for him, you tell yourself.
His sharp eyes catch and follow the bob of your throat, the twitching of your fingers.
Denying it even when you’re itching to touch me. Poor thing.
“Don’t bullshit me,” he scoffs, short and throaty, his lips briefly curling at one end. It was the closest to a smile you’d gotten out of him in a week.
“Can feel you soaking through the damn things already. A shame your pussy’s more honest than you are,” he hums, crossing his arms. His toe rocks back and forth, short, concise motions that drag your clit with each sway, delicious and addicting. You’re far from reasonable right now, his words tearing through that flimsy wall of self respect. At least, your excuse for it, you supposed.
Panting now, your neck gives way, leaving your forehead to fall and rest on his thigh.
“Leon-”
“Shut up and ride it,” he gruffly responds, dragging dirty fingers through your hair in a way that directly contradicts his harsh words. Even now, he was sweet in his caress.
However, that sweet affection is quickly forgotten. All it takes is a meek nod of your head, a twitch of your thighs and a whimper escaping you to have his fingers tightening against your scalp, craning your neck back in a way that forces you to look up at him.
“Open.”
Quickly obliging him, your lips part, tongue flattening when it comes into fire for him. He’s typically one to dance around the obvious, to tease you a bit.
Most often, his go to was to squish your cheeks, tell you how fucking adorable you look when you’re hungry for his spit. Maybe dragging the rough pad of his thumb along your lips, tracing the sweet shape delicately before he finally starts to gather your treat on his tongue.
But not tonight.
Tonight, his thumb is hooking into the corner of your lips, muttering something about “we both know you can go wider” before he’s leaning down, spitting into the back of your throat. You damn near choke, sputtering for a moment before you recover. That is, just in time for him to pat your cheek once, twice — not enough to make it hot, but enough to sting, pleasantly so.
His fingers tighten, digging roughly into your molars, using his grip on your jaw to shake you a bit like that of a dog with narrowed eyes, set lips.
“Keep it in your mouth. Don’t wanna hear a damn word. You swallow and you don’t come tonight.”
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x reader#leon x reader#leon kennedy x you#vendetta leon#vendetta leon x reader#ermm okay gonna go back to acting like I don’t write#I may be just a girl but I am a girl after an old man’s heart
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Kinkmas 6
🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞
A/N: I love love loooove thigh fucking. Something about the teasing aspect of being soooo close, but not actually doing it really just riles me up. I hope you guys enjoy! All characters are aged up!
Kinkmas Masterlist
Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Human!Reader
Warnings: Interspecies Relationship, Making Out, Oral (F Receiving), Thigh Fucking (Clearly), Finger Sucking, Possibly incorrect na'vi, Little bit of breeding kink
You and Neteyam had been dating for a few months now. It was everything you ever wanted. He was attentive and affectionate and passionate and protective and everything else in between. The one and only complaint that you had was that he refused to have sex with you until your avatar was ready. It was frustrating beyond words. Although, he more than made up for it in other ways. Plenty of other ways. But you still craved that last little bit of intimacy. And you understood why he didn’t want to. Given how much bigger than you he was, he didn’t want to hurt you. And the sentiment was sweet, but that didn’t help the deep empty ache of your pussy.
Especially right now. When he’s hovering over you, lips locked and tongues dancing in a fiery battle for dominance that he would inevitably win. His weight pushes your body further into the mattress making it creak from the strain and you can feel his stiff bulge pressing right between your thighs. You whine trying to shift your hips up to feel more friction where you really need it. Neteyam hisses above you feeling how you’re desperately grinding against him.
“Yawne…” he means it as a warning, but that tone of voice only turns you on more.
“Please Teyam…need to feel you so bad…”
“I will hurt you.” he says, caressing your face with his much larger hand.
“Nooo, I can take it. I’ll be fine. Please, Teyam. I can feel how much you want to.”
His face scrunches slightly. You could see on his face how badly he wanted to, but Neteyam is a man with a strong resolve.
“Just…let me take care of you like this.” he sinks to his knees in front of you and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off. Who were you to stop him when he was offering so eagerly?
You can feel Neteyam’s breath against your slick-covered pussy. He uses two of his fingers to spread your lips open before he wraps his lips around your clit. Your hips jump from the contact, unintentionally bucking against his face.
Normally, Neteyam is the definition of patience, but with the way his poor neglected cock is straining against the fabric of his tewng, his resilience is quickie crumbling with every lick and suck on your delicious, dripping cunt.
But he can’t have you the way he wants you. He doesn’t want to hurt you, no matter how badly he wants to bury his dick inside of your warm, too-tight walls. The taste of you on his tongue, though, has his mind desperately searching and spinning for some sort of answer. And suddenly, an idea appears in the back of his mind. It’s a little crazy, but maybe it’s just crazy enough to work to help satisfy both of you.
You’re completely lost in the sensation of Neteyam’s face buried between your legs so when he pulls away, there’s a moment of relief for you to take a breath, but then your head is snapping up in confusion.
“Why’d you stop?”
Your eyes trail his tall, built figure as he unties his loincloth and lets it fall to the ground.
“I’m going to take care of you, tanhì.” he says with a hint of mischief in his tone and on his face.
Your eyes widen in excitement when Neteyam grabs your legs and holds them together with one hand. His other slowly strokes his stiff cock while he lines it up with your thighs. The slide in is easy with how wet you are and the steady stream of precum drooling from his tip. He brushes against your clit in just the right way making a moan fall from your lips. He pulls his hips back and thrusts back in and fuck, why didn’t he think of this sooner? The welcoming softness of your thighs around his cock has his eyes rolling with pleasure.
Every stroke has your body rocking in time with his movements. The sound is nothing short of obscene. The slip and slap of skin sliding and smacking against each other. Not to mention, the sight of Neteyam watching his dick disappear between your legs over and over has your head spinning.
“Teyam…ah haah….please” you beg between moans.
Neteyam doesn’t even have to ask what you’re wanting. He knows you too well by now. A smirk plays on his lips loving seeing you like this. Being the only one to see you like this.
“So needy, my tanhì” he teases, but nevertheless, he still extends his three-fingered hand towards your face cupping it softly before placing his thumb at your lips. You eagerly take him into your mouth and suck on his finger, rolling your tongue around the large digit.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to actually fill you up. Wanna feel you around me so bad…hng nga tìng prrnen (give you a baby)…”
You loved watching Neteyam unravel from you. He only started slipping into Na’vi when he was really losing himself. That’s how you knew he was close.
His hips start to stutter and his thrusts get sloppy and rough. You were so close too. Just a few more strokes has your pussy clenching around nothing and your back arching off the bed. Your moans are muffled from his finger still in your mouth, but he knows. It’s only a couple of seconds later that Neteyam reaches his high and is shooting thick ropes of white all over your chest and stomach. His thrusts slow down into a gentle rocking that smears his seed between your bodies, practically sticking you together, but you couldn’t care less.
Neteyam falls forward catching himself with his hand on the bed while he waits for his heavy breathing to steady back out. He carefully pulls his finger from your mouth with a wet ‘pop’. An exhausted smile sits proudly on your face making him grin at you with his sharp canines peeking through.
“We should’ve tried that sooner.” you voice his thoughts out loud and he chuckles lowly at you.
“Satisfied?” he asks.
“Very.”
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CROSSING THE LINE — afab!reader x mingyu.
pairing: afab!reader x mingyu.
genre: smut.
summary: you've cheated on your boyfriend and you're going to pay the consequences.
warnings: cheating, punishment by sex (consensual), unprotected sex, pet names, degradation, rough sex, domination, big dick!mingyu, breast and nipple play, chocking, biting, breeding kink.
words: 1.7k
You've been a bad girl and you know it.
How are you going to face your boyfriend now that he's found out you've been cheating on him? And it was your booty call who taunted him by telling him everything. All the juicy details that go with it. Oh yeah, it made him mad, Mingyu. Mad with rage, and maybe mad about something else.
You're sitting at the kitchen table, tapping away on your phone like crazy, trying to calm your man's ardor, but you know he'll be home any minute. You're scared because you know that an angry Mingyu is unforgiving. You jump as you hear the front door slam.
Crap.
"Mingyu...?" You go, not sure if it's still a human who's crossed the threshold. And you're right, because the way he glares at you tells you that words won't help you today.
Pity.
"Yo baby. Hope you had a good time?"
"It's... it's not what you think."
"It's perfectly what I think."
He swings a bag of groceries across the table, it makes a thunderous noise that makes you jump back in your chair. You've really pissed him off. You bad girl...
"I'll explain everything..."
"There's no need. I've already been told everything. Was it fun, being fucked on the printer? You liked it? God, you even screamed his name."
"Honey... I didn't... I didn't mean to..."
The truth is, you wanted to. You wanted it so badly, you couldn't resist. You wouldn't even have been able to resist a cock that big, because that's what you are: a bitch who doesn't assume she likes cock.
"Are you that desperate for cock?"
"Gyu..."
He steps forward dangerously, crossing the meager distance that still separated you from him.
His grip collides with your throat, rocking your body backwards. The table smashes into your back. You don't have the time to fight back, or even the strength. Everyone knows that your guy's not only got power in his pelvis, but above all in his arms. It's not for nothing that this godlike body was sculpted at the gym.
He leans in. Glides up to your ear.
"I'm going to have to remind you who owns you."
"G-Gyu... I... My love..."
"Spread your thighs."
He clearly imposes himself, forcing your little legs open to let him settle in their center. His pelvis crashes into your crotch and the weight falling against your Venus mound causes you to let out a squeak.
Fuck. You're so going to get fucked.
"Gyu, I... I'm not going to know how to take you..."
You're not used to his big cock after the one you took on the printer. The guy was well-endowed, but never as well-endowed as your guy. Fucking angry dick.
He rubs against you like an animal in heat. You feel the muscles in his chest pushing up to your tits. As he always commands, you're not wearing a bra. It's your nipples that graze directly against the fabric.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby. You won't be able to walk, you won't be able to go back to that asshole."
So this is the punishment that awaits you.
"Gyu please... Don't... don't hurt me too much..."
But you're used to his excess. It always leaves its mark. The one you desire as much as you fear is finally released, belt off and boxers down.
His huge dick emerges, already large and well veined. It wobbles in the open air, before colliding with your belly. A white pearl fails on it, and it's not long before he's peeling your pants down to your knees, then ripping off those lace lingerie that no longer protect anything.
His ragged breathing echoes in the hollow of your neck. He bites, licks, rubs himself like a rutting beast. Then he moves up, forcing a kiss that you don't resist, moaning at the touch of his warm, full lips.
God, you missed the taste of him.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you..."
"Your very own slut..."
"I'm going to fill you to the brim."
"Oh baby... Give me your cock... Your cum... Make... Make me a child..."
The request makes him grunt as he grips, presses his huge glans against your tiny entrance. You fear the tear and arch your back as you feel him thrust into you without any gentleness. Without any protection. Your man has always been like that, loving to ride bareback, without any preparation, feeling you deep inside, and release a big load of his cum without the slightest restraint. He's marking his territory, after all. Take back what's rightfully his. And your pussy's part of it.
"Hmmmm. Fuck..." he rumbles as he go deeper inside. You're so tight, it's hard for his thick centimetres to get through. God, you've always wonder if this excessive size was normal.
"The cock that fucked you must have been tiny. I'm still having such a hard time getting through." He's amused by the observation.
"M-Mingyu... Aaah... Your... Your dick... is so big...! Han...!" Because it is. And it's eating you from the inside out. He pushes, his veins disappear, swallowed by your already wet pussy. You're soaking wet like a slut.
Higher up, his thick palms have lifted your top. Kneading your bare breasts. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, wringing moans from you like a horny bitch in need.
"Honey...! You... you know how sensitive I am about nipples..."
"Shut up."
He reaches down to catch them between his lips. Eating your breasts like a hungry beast. His tongue wraps around your nipples. He sucks every last drop of milk out of you. Your big baby is thirsty and he's letting you know it. But in the end, it's him who will pour his milk into you.
Screwed up to the hilt, his back straightens as he rumbles his well-being. "Damn, you're so tight..." His pelvis starts a movement that makes you scream. You wrap your knees around his powerful hips, your arms knotted behind his neck. And you hold on. You hold on because his swell will eventually tip you backwards.
"Gyuuu... Haaan!" His big dick pushes you back, you feel his glans tap into the bottom, throbbing against your burning flesh. You'd fucking forgotten about this incredible sensation. You'd missed your man's big cock so much. "Haaaaan! M-Mingyu... You... You make me so crazy for you!" Your flesh closes around his cock, you know you won't last long before being on cloud nine. He growls like an animal, biting the skin of your neck, grabbing your breasts as the muscles in his back dig in as he fucks you on the kitchen table.
"You've been such a bad girl... I'm gonna... fucking kill him... Yeah, kill him... No one will touches you ever again..."
"I'm so sorry my love, I... I've been a naughty girl, I... I deserve to be punished."
The shopping bag ends up on the floor. And you too would end up on the floor if his cock wasn't lodged deep in your hot cunt. You wet around his cock, it drips out of your little maternal nest, before dripping onto his balls. They slap hard against your pubic bone. You don't know how many liters these hot balls will pour into you, but you know in advance that you won't be able to take it all.
"Did he fuck you good? Was his cock as big as mine? As good? Answer, bitch!"
"No, no! It... It had nothing to do... He... He could never have been your equal, my baby... There's nothing better than your penis... Nothing at all..."
"You're such a fucking bitch, don't you. Swallow my cock."
He reminds you that this pussy of yours belongs to him. That only him can enter it at will.
You feel yourself losing your footing. See trouble. Your breasts are being manhandled, tossed back and forth under his onslaught. You look like a cheap whore being vulgarly fucked on a piece of wood, but that's what you deserve for letting someone else climb on top of you. Bad bitch.
His tip taps the bottom of your pussy. You feel it throbbing, a sign that the sauce is coming. You know your Mingyu's cock well. Every vein, the way his dick wiggles as if communicating with you. You love him. Fuck yes, you love him.
"My love... Cum inside... Fill me up..."
"I'm going to make your belly swell."
His grip comes up to squeeze your throat, momentarily depriving you of air as your loins deepen, welcoming a little more of his angry excess. His full balls slam against your rump and, finally, all his muscles tense. You hear him roar, digging his claws into your skin as something boiling pours into you. A flood gushes out, hot and thick, filling your feminine cocoon with a big amount of sperm. Invaded by your man's semen, you cum in turn, struck brutally by orgasm as your neck tilts back. And you scream like a slut, tits and nipples raised to the ceiling, pussy overflowing.
You can't take it anymore. You've been ploughing his back like a madwoman. And he's still unloading on you. Fuck, his bags have no bottom.
"Gyu..." You catch your man, whose silhouette crashes against you, onto your devoured breasts. He butchered them well. "Baby... It's so good to have you..." You whisper, as he stays lodged inside you. You feel his penis gradually deflate. Clogging the entrance to your vagina, preventing his sperm from escaping. He'll wait like this, until you're pregnant with him. As you begged.
"Your beautiful cock... worked well."
"I'll always be there to remind you who's the only one who can fuck you."
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One of the things that I think sometimes gets lost when we talk about what's appropriate in fandom spaces is the notion that things can be appropriate in one space, but not for another. And that doesn't mean that the thing that's inappropriate in that setting is wrong, it just means that it's rude in that space. I think people want a single set of rules that's appropriate everywhere, but the thing is, you have to be able to assess the situation, and adjust your behaviour accordingly.
So an example. I have a fairly popular text post that was me asking about c!phil and religion in all innocence, and someone said "the only thing I have to say about c!phil is that he worships on his knees, thank you and goodnight". And I reblogged it like "I can't believe I forgot about how this fandom does phil analysis", cause it was at the height of the dilfza memes.
Anyways that's obviously a phil-is-happily-married/oral sex joke, in an oblique innuendo way, and on this site, where Phil is not here, and his friends are not here, with it being clear I was talking about the block man character, and we make jokes about sex and profanity (a very popular url scheme for a long time was "[name]shugecock" (or smalldick, depending on the joke)— that's a fine joke to make. I'm an adult, I can make sex jokes about fictional characters on the sex joke fictional character social media site.
If I was to make that joke in Philza's twitch chat, a) in his face, b) with his wife modding, c) in an enviroment where people aren't prepped for sex jokes, d) with it being not clear if I was talking about the cubito or about the real guy, that would be wildly inappopriate. I would be banned in every chat Philza mods in and I would deserve it.
That doesn't mean that it's inappropriate to make the joke in the first place though, just because I wouldn't do it at a Phil meet and greet. It means you gotta learn to read the room. (And like, sometimes it's hard to learn to read the room, but you can do it by pure brute-force memorization. I did.)
This is the same theory that underlies the fact that you can call your friends a bitch in a friendly way, because you are friends and you know each other's boundaries, but if you call your boss a bitch, you will be fired. There are rules about workplace appropriateness, and there are rules about what's appropriate in front of kids (I teach teens, I do not swear in front of them, I swear a LOT in front of my roommate), and there are rules about what's appropriate in different fandom spaces. Participating in an exchange about pregnancy and babies with your favourite blorbo of the moment? Great. Showing the actor gift art you got of him pregnant? No. Bad. Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
The thing that concerns me is that I think there are slight signs that as we get more comfortable with sexy jokes and offcolour remarks as a MCYT fandom (QSMP is the big banner example but it happens with other smps), we're taking what's appropriate in one space (tumblr, home of the brain worms, where I have seen the blog "philzaswetpussy" on my dash), and we're bringing it into places that it's not appropriate (sure, slimeariana is clearly canon, but maybe don't put the actual dicks-out fan art in the art tag on twitter that slime checks).
Cause we can obviously tell that the rules twitter is going with are silly for here, so it's full speed ahead for roier/spreen etc, but the trick here is that it's full speed ahead HERE, or in fandom servers, and not necessarily in the streamer's faces.
We have a bunch of situations where creators have said that it's not their place to weigh in on shipping or nsfw etc, and people have taken that as a go ahead and that's fine, but thats still something where I'd like, caution people that just because they said "not gonna look at it not my deal", that doesn't mean that like, you should make it difficult for them to avoid looking at it. Talking about scitties is an honourable tradition, but telling scar that he makes you question your sexuality in his TTS— I made a horrified noise in real life and the cats came to look at me.
And I'm talking about the shipping, but this is also a thing with like— sometimes I see a streamer and I go "my friend you just vividly described neurodivergent symptoms" but it is ABSOLUTELY not my place to say that in their chat. It might not even be appropriate to make comments about it on my blog, with the amount of followers I have. I have to keep the "streamer just described the ADHD experience again :pensive:" comments for the group chat. And we all nod and go "yeah sounds like streamer", and we do not put it in his face, cause that's inappropriate.
We get to have fun with the fictional characters, including off-colour fun, but we still have to remember that there are real people who don't know us who are steering those fictional characters around, and it can be profoundly weird to see some of the (stuff that is appropriate in fandom spaces!) just up in your face in the regular fan art tag.
Just think about the space you're in, and who you're in front of, and if a CC notice is actually likely, and if a CC notice would be Very Bad actually with what you're doing, and keep the "world's sluttiest absent father" bracket (with associated slutty fan art) for here, not with the streamer tagged on twitter.
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— 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ౨ৎ
bakugo katsuki x reader. 0.7k wc. prohero bakugo ﾉ nightmare comfort ﾉ fluff ﾉ repost from an old blog
the house was empty—silent—when he opened the door. the smell of dinner cooking or the scent of your favorite candle burning didn’t greet him as it usually did. he couldn’t hear your excited steps hitting the floor as you rushed to envelop him in a hug. the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips was absent. vanilla-flavored chapstick didn’t linger on his lips the way it should have.
his heart sank as he ventured further into the house. all the pictures you insisted on displaying in the living room were missing. that throw blanket you always left hanging on the back of the couch had disappeared. something was off. every trace of you was gone. where were you?
“katsuki.”
he frantically turned at the sound of your voice. despite hearing you, you were still nowhere to be found. he ran through the house and opened every door, never once being met with the sight of you. with his hands tangled in his hair, he fell to his knees. frustrated tears pricked at his eyes. he couldn’t find you—where the hell were you?
“katsuki, wake up!”
bakugo’s eyes shoot open at your concerned shout. his chest heaves as his vision adjusts to the lack of light in your shared bedroom. you’re hovering above him with a frown on your face, brow furrowed with worry. it isn’t the smile he had been hoping for, but compared to his nightmare, any image of you is a welcome one.
he pulls you into his arms, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo. his breathing starts to even out now that he’s able to hold you, feel your skin against his.
you’re here. you’re really here.
“i can’t breathe,” you wheeze, tapping at his chest with the palm of your hand.
he only slightly loosens his hold on you, but it’s enough for you to catch your breath. beads of sweat decorate his bare torso and forehead, strands of messy blonde hair sticking to the dampened surface. you’d usually complain about him trapping you so close to him in such a state, but he’s clearly shaken up, so you hold your tongue.
“nightmare?” you ask after a moment of silence.
“mhm.” you can feel the rumble of his chest beneath your ear.
“must have been scary.” you’ve never seen him so worked up. seeing him so afraid was enough to make you anxious yourself. it’s rare that you ever have to rouse him awake, but whatever was going on in that head of his was obviously causing him distress—his incoherent mutters and his erratic tossing and turning were evidence of that much. though, he seems to be significantly calmer now that he is conscious.
“scariest shit i could imagine,” he mumbles into your hair. and he means it. going off to fight bad guys and putting his life on the line every day is nothing compared to living a life without you. he faces most things in life without fear, but he never wants that thought to plague his mind again.
“what, did you get abducted by aliens?” it’s a feeble attempt at humor, but you hope the lame joke can act as a distraction to take his mind off the matter.
“no.” he pinches your arm. after a deep breath, he tells you, “i don’t want to talk about it.”
“okay,” you agree. there’s no malice behind the statement but it’s firm and leaves little room for argument. his nightmare must have been worse than you thought. you can’t think of much to do to help set him at ease if he isn’t open to talking about it. but you can’t blame him for not wanting to relive whatever happened in his bad dream.
“do you need anything? maybe some water?” you offer.
“i’m fine,” he says through a yawn, closing his eyes. “just lay here with me.”
“i can do that.” you nod as best as you can in your position. since the man is so reluctant to let you help in any other way, you tell yourself you’ll stay awake until he falls asleep. at the very least, it would help your peace of mind.
slowly but surely, his breath steadies to a regular pace and soft snores sound in the otherwise quiet room. he falls asleep peacefully knowing that you’re still beside him.
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hear me out.. tattoo artist! jason
Ok think Jason w tattoos is UDHFH STEP ON ME. AND TATTOO ARTIST JASON? EVERYTHING. but I have such a fear of needles that this is the only way I could do this one. I will return to it later if I become any less of a a coward.
Also this somehow turned into a full fic, don’t ask me how. I just looked down and there were words typed in the post. I don’t know what possessed me. And before I forget: it’s not really relevant so far if the bats are still bats in this AU, but the batfamily is still at the very least, a family.
Jason works at a tattoo parlor and that’s where you two meet. It’s love at first, well, first day? Anyway, you come in wanting to get your ears pierced. You know you’re scared going into it so you call ahead and ask for the nicest, most gentle, and most patient person there and you book a stupidly long appointment with him so you have time to have a panic attack and freak tf out.
You were not expecting Jason to be over 6 feet tall and be the most menacing person you’ve ever seen (and you saw batman one time!!). You also weren’t expecting him to be so stupidly fucking attractive. You sit down where he gestures for you to, and hug your arms close to yourself. He gets everything ready while you start trying to control your breathing. You can see Jason continuously turning to look at you out of the corner of your eye as you fidget with your ears wondering how bad this is gonna hurt.
“You okay?” You look up at him. He’s staring at you with concern in his eyes. Ok, so maybe you weren’t as good at controlling your breathing as you thought, but you still needed to respond.
“Mhm.” Your words were sort of failing you right now so that would have to do. You attempt to keep your tears in.
“You ready?” You look down and see the needle in his hands. Absolutely the fuck not. Your breathing gets worse, your tears are starting to make it out of their prison, and you are about to have a panic attack.
“No.” It comes out too fast. You shake your head wildly to make sure you get the message across.
He immediately puts down the needle and shows you his open hands. “Can I sit?” You bring your knees to your chest and nod before you hide your face. “You’re scared of needles?” He sits next to you, keeping a respectful distance.
“Phobia,” you mumble as you slightly lift up your head. You see the equipment on the table and you attempt to cover up the way your heart spikes. Jason follows your gaze. He gets up and puts a clean towel over the needles before he sits back down.
You were very clearly crying now despite trying not to. Your adrenaline was kicking in.
He held out his hand. “Do you wanna hold my hand?”
You jerked. “Do you mean like while you stick me with the needle? Because I’m not ready. I’ll be ready soon. I swear I’ll try and get myself together, I just need a minute-”
“We’re not piercing your ears right now. You can hold it then too if you would like, but I was asking if holding my hand would help you right now. We have all the time in the world for the needles later. I just wanna help you through this for now.”
You grab his hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“I’m sorry for all this. I don’t mean to make your job harder. Also I might be here for a long time. I’ll try not to, but I’m scared.”
“Don’t be sorry and don’t worry about me. Let’s help you right now. I can be content here all day. You’re just helping me slack off.”
You smile and wipe your tears with your free hand.
You sit in silence for about 5 or so minutes before Jason pipes up. “So why are you getting your ears pierced if you’re scared of needles?”
“People keep telling me I need to. Also I have a friend’s wedding coming up and I was told my dress needed to have earrings.” His hand is warm and huge. You really don’t want to let go.
“But if it’s causing you this much stress, who cares about earrings?”
“Most other people apparently.”
“That’s fuckin stupid.”
You laugh and finally meet his eyes.
He starts talking again. “Well what about clip-on earrings?”
“They don’t really make those much anymore. Super hard to find.” Jason looks thoughtful at that.
“Didn’t you book out the rest of my day?”
“…yeah sor-”
“Respectfully, don’t finish that sentence. My brothers ex-girlfriend makes jewelry, and I know for a fact that she makes clip-ons and fake piercings. Steph, her name is Steph by the way, used to make them for my brother before he moved in with us and was able to get them pierced. I’m 99% sure she’s home right now.”
You feel a huge weight lifted off your chest. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. How did you get here?”
“I walked from my apartment. It’s not all that far.”
“Alright well, if you’re comfortable with it, we can take my bike to go see if she can make you some if you want to go now. It’s not a walkable distance really. And don’t feel pressured to-”
“Let’s go.”
“What?”
“Let’s go. Anything to not jam a needle into my ears.”
Jason leads you by the hand to his bike and takes you back to Wayne manor. There are so many people there that barely question why you’re there. Jason walks off to go find Steph and you get nervous until a dog approaches you. A child follows shortly after.
“Titus can tell that you are upset. He is trained to help with such things.”
Jason comes back to find you with Steph in tow only to see the dog literally laying on top of you while you discuss animals with Damian.
What a weird ass fucking day, but a good one.
Part two
#let me know if anyone wants a part 2 bc I really enjoyed this one lol. it was a good vent#fun fact: I hc main universe Jason has a phobia of needles too lol#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader fluff#jason todd fluff#red hood x you#red hood imagine#red hood x reader fluff#red hood fluff#saph’s love letters#saph’s thots#fluff#cw: needles#TattooArtist!jason#tattoo artist!jason
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airplane fun time!
you're feeling needy on the airplane
pairing; dom!beomgyu x afab reader
warnings; dom beom, kind of mean? sub reader, afab but no female pronouns (please lmk if i accidentally wrote any</3) reader likes the thought of others watching her and beom teases them about it, degradation, beom calls reader whore x2, semi public sex, the other boys are mentioned to be in the same space multiple times, …poorly written smut, perhaps a little bland? lmk if i forgot anything :( not proofread. 18+, minors and ageless/blank blogs, dni
wc; 1.3k
You figured the first class flight you were lucky enough to take with your boyfriend was going to be nice and relaxing. Which it was…sort of, you didn't entirely foresee being horny for the entire thing.
Okay, maybe not the entire thing, if that were the case, you may actually die. But it's only been three hours in a thirteen hour flight and all you've done is hide the way you're rubbing your knees together with a white, fluffy blanket whilst staring ahead of you and daydreaming about how you wish your boyfriend, who was sat right next to you, would touch you.
It wouldn't be so bad. If you were alone. You can't exactly start begging your boyfriend to fuck you while his friends are all in the same room, however. Regardless of if they're distracted by a movie or sleeping.
God, why did Beomgyu have to be a good, considerate boyfriend at this exact moment in time, is what you thought when you felt his hand on your blanket covered knee—snapping you out of your wet daydream to look at the man who was looking at you with slight worry in his precious eyes.
"Are you okay, baby?" Beomgyu asked you softly, "You can rest if you're tired." he added and the way he was looking at you almost had you feeling guilty about all of the things you were just thinking about him.
You swallowed, offering a small smile and placing your hand on top of his, running your thumb over his knuckles to reassure him because you were about to lie straight through your teeth. "N-No, I'm okay. Thank you, sweetheart."
Despite your 'almost guilty' feelings, your thoughts about Beomgyu pulling you into his lap and fucking you right there in the airplane seat snuck their way back to the front of your mind and looking at him seemed to be making it worse. Obviously.
He smiled back at you but he clearly wasn't convinced. You were stupid to think that of all people, your boyfriend wouldn't notice that you weren't entirely paying attention. It's embarrassing but Beomgyu always seems to have a hunch about how you're feeling from your body language or facial expressions. You were kind of giving him the win on this one, though, considering your half-lidded eyes.
His smile turned into a smirk and his grip on your knee tightened. "It's not nice to lie to your boyfriend."
Your mouth fell ajar and you blinked—for a second, you thought about insisting that you weren't, that you really were fine, but with a second of extra thought…you decided not to. You chose to be honest.
"It's— it's just…embarrassing."
"No need to be embarrassed, pretty." Beomgyu grinned. "You know I always love making you feel good." He tilted his head and whispered, "Tell me, baby, you want me to touch you?"
Your grip on his hand tightened before it loosened and you relaxed in the seat. "Y-Yes, but— what about, you know," You frowned, "The boys?"
He blinked, like he had forgotten himself that you two weren't alone. Either that or he didn't care and you were suspecting it was the later as he tore his eyes from you to check what the others were doing, and seeing they were still all distracted, he looked back to you.
"Guess you'll just have to be quiet then, huh?"
It wasn't a question, that much you knew. You licked your lips and nodded slowly, unsure how quiet you'll really be able to stay but you're far too worked up not to risk it right now. You squirm in your seat as Beomgyu shoves his hand underneath the white blanket that was covering your legs and into your pants.
Pressing his fingers against your panties, he chuckled feeling how wet you were. You huffed, embarrassed, and Beomgyu couldn't help but tease you further, you were just too cute.
"All this just from thinking about me, huh?" He kept his voice low. "I wonder what you were thinkin' about that got you like this…bet it was a lot of things, was it?"
His questions were rhetorically, thankfully, you knew because he didn't push you for an answer and he slid your panties to the side—running his middle finger up your slit, coating it in your juices before he pushed into your hole and watched you sigh in relief.
"That's right, baby, just relax." He whispered, pumping his finger in and out of your cunt slowly and seeing the way you were already trying to keep quiet had his ego soaring. "M-More, Gyu, please." You begged, voice shaky.
Beomgyu hummed, turning his head away from you and for a moment, you panicked, thinking that he wasn't going to give you what you want or worse, just stop touching you entirely.
Thankfully, this was proven wrong as you felt him push another finger inside of you. You bit hard at your lip to stifle the moan that had desperately wanted to escape from your throat, you grabbed the armrest of your seat to dig your nails into in hopes that it'd help you hold back your sounds.
But that soon proved itself to be hard as Beomgyu curled his fingers inside of you. Fuck, did you love his hands—they felt perfect. They always did and it was starting to make you forget that you two weren't entirely alone.
He continued to fuck his fingers into you and you prayed that no one could hear the quiet squelching sound that was coming from underneath your blanket or maybe you didn't really care anymore, you weren't sure as a small moan made it past your lips which had Beomgyu looking back at you again.
"I told you to stay quiet, baby. Unless you want all of the boys thinking that you're slut? I have no problem fucking you out here, right in front of them." He teased and your cheeks burned red while you shook your head. "No, no! Please, s-sorry, 'm sorry." You quietly apologized but the way you began to clench around his fingers was giving away the fact that you weren't as against that idea as you were trying to make it seem.
"Are you sure you don't?" Beomgyu smirked, "I told you it's not nice to lie to your boyfriend. You really want me to bend you over, let all of them how much of a whore you are for me? Let them see how well I fuck your pretty cunt?"
You let out a small whine, sliding your hand underneath the white blanket to start circles around your clit. It was embarrassing that his words were pushing you over the edge, but you didn't have the time to let yourself think about it, too focused on the feeling of your high being so close.
"Gyu," You breathed out. "Please, please, fuck. 'M gonna cum." You squeaked, and he chuckled. "How cute, gonna cum at the thought of the others knowing how much of a whore you are. Just proves my point, don't you think?"
Squeezing your eyes shut, you brought your hand up to your mouth to bite at your thumb in an attempt to quiet yourself as you arched your back off the seat and came all over his fingers. "That's it, let it out." Beomgyu cooed, the pace of his fingers slowing down.
You took a deep breath and you opened your eyes again to look at him, feeling a little tired from your orgasm—letting your hand fall back down onto the armrest, Beomgyu smiled softly at you as he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, licking his fingers clean.
The sight made you gulp and suddenly, you weren't tired anymore. You opened your mouth to speak, but Beomgyu had beat you to it, leaning in to whisper into your ear.
"Bathroom. Now."
a/n; ive never been on a plane before let alone mfkn first class so im sorry ...i started writing this like a week ago but didnt finish it until now so im also sorry if its super stinky 😭😭 those airport pics got me fucked up tho ... also if the formatting gets fucked up i will cry real tears. PART 2 IF IM FEELING SNAZZYY
#choi beomgyu x reader#txt x reader#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#beomgyu smut#choi beomgyu smut#choi beomgyu scenario#beomgyu x reader#txt smut
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I love your Harvey fics😍 and I have a this fluff thatmayleadto spice/smut scenario in which Harvey comes back home from home finding the reader reading a particularly spicy scene of a romance novel and in the beginning Harvey makes a little fun of her but then he sees the appeal and...you know😂
{That Kind of Love} Harvey x Reader
Can I just say @kjbg-fantasymoon is so sweet??? Like ugh you are so nice ilysm. Told you I’d answer all your requests 😘😘 Anyway here is my two cents on the matter, enjoy!!! Title from this song (p.s. both books I mention in here, Flawless and Dirty Letters, are both real books and I high recommend both of them!)
Word Count: 1,481
Warnings: smut, minor d/s vibes, spanking
Summary: Harvey catches you reading a particular smutty scene from your current book.
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“Don’t you think it’s a bad idea?”
“Is what a bad idea?”
“You know,” I said, motioning between us. “This. Us, alone together? We can’t keep our hands off each other.”
Griffin laughed, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me tight against his chest. “It absolutely is an awful idea. But you look so fucking good in that skirt. I mean Jesus Luca, it barely covers your ass. And you know how much I hate it when anyone looks at anything that’s mine.”
I clenched my thighs together when he pushed the skirt up my ass, not being shy with the noise that burned my core.
“Griffin,” I rested my forehead against his collar bone, gripping his shirt as he pushed my underwear down my thighs.
“Yes?”
“Please,” I begged. I needed to feel him. God, twelve years of sexual frustration was not helping me in any way. Every fantasy I had as a teenager was coming to life.
“Is my girl needy?” I whined. “Aww, do you need me to take care of you? To force you on your hands and knees and fuck you like you’ve always wanted me to? How about I tie you up and make you cum on my fingers, then my mouth, then my co-”
“YN!”
I flailed so hard the book clattered to the ground, and I could feel my pulse in my fingers. “Jesus fucking Christ Harvey don’t you know how to knock?”
“I did knock,” he countered, reaching down to pick up my forgotten story. “Twice. And I opened the door and called your name. And I’ve been standing in front of you for two minutes, watching you read. Watching you bite your lip in that way you only do when you’re completely lost. So, wanna tell me what you were reading?”
I blinked, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. He turned the book over in his hand, reading the cover. Harvey raised an eyebrow at me and offered the book back. With a blush to my cheeks, I plucked it from his hand and folded it into my lap.
“What’s the book about?” He asked again.
“Nothing you’d like, Mr. Harvard,” I stuck out my tongue, placing the book on the table beside me before walking into the living room. “How was your day?”
“Nothing, huh?” Wow, Harvey could not take a hint. “Come on, just tell me. Was it about vikings? Pirates? Viking pirates? What about some small town romance, where the city girl moves back home and the farm boy reigns her back to her roots? Just like his pops did with his mamma?”
“Please, I am far above that cliche bullshit.” I am most certainly not above it. At all. “And why do you care?”
“Because, you were so entangled with it you didn’t even hear me come in. whatever is in that book, maybe I want to find out what it is so you’ll pay attention to me that intensely,” Harvey cornered me in the kitchen, caging me in against the counter after I got a glass of water.
“I pay attention to you,” I argued, looking from his eyes to his lips when he licked him, very clearly looking at mine.
“Uh huh, sure you do. When it involves my wallet and my lips in between your legs,” Harvey teased, bringing me in against his chest. In an oddly similar way that the main character of my book did. “Just tell me, I’ll stop asking if you tell me.”
“No you won’t.”
“No, I won’t,” Harvey smiled, and I rolled my eyes. “It can’t be that bad, Yn. I’ve caught you reading smut more than once, so what was it this time?”
“How do you know I read smut?” My eyes went wide, and my heart sped up a little in my chest.
“I didn’t at first,” Harvey said. “But then I told Donna about one of the books you were reading, Flawless by Elsie Silver, and she told me how ‘spicy’ it was. And you are pretty bad at being subtle, my love. You don’t do a great job at hiding your emotions on your face.”
Welp. Fuck.
My eyes narrowed at the New York lawyer and he just gave me a cheesy smile. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you’re gonna have to read it. Because you’ll understand why when you do.”
As I walked back into the den, Harvey in tow, I plopped the book in his hand. Dirty Letters follows Luca and Griffin, childhood penpals turned strangers, through their reconnection. He’s keeping a huge secret and she’s a recovering victim of PTSD.
“Well, with a title like that I expect it to be dirty,” Harvey rolled his eyes, reading the back of the cover. “Show me the good stuff.”
I flipped to the page I was reading, scanning to make sure I was in the right spot. I didn’t have to bookmark the page because someone decided to scare me half to death. He should know by now to just leave me alone when I’m reading. It’s not my fault that I get vaulted into another world when I do.
“Here, start there and let me know when you’re done.”
Was I entirely sure that leaving Harvey to his own devices with my book was a good idea? No I wasn’t. I knew he was going to make fun of me, but oh well. Everyone else in the world liked to watch porn, I just liked to read it. He didn’t have to understand it, but if it would get his ass off mine? I’ll take the embarrassment and get it over with.
It wasn’t even ten minutes before he set the book down on the kitchen island, clearing his throat. I turned to face him and saw a slight tinge to his cheeks.
“Alright, let’s get it over with,” I prepared for the roasting. “Tell me how much of a nerd and how much of a loser I am for reading word porn.”
Harvey just shoved his hands in his pockets. He no longer had his tie, or his jacket for that matter. His hair was unusually messy and that blush. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Harvey blush before.
“Well,” Harvey started. “I can see the appeal.”
He can what? There was no possible way I heard him right. “Say that again?”
“I can see why you like to read. That author is really good at being… descriptive.”
I smirked, “So, you thought it was hot?”
“Amongst other things,” he bent at the waist, resting his elbows on the counter. “I get why you get lost in it, especially with something like that. Griffin is very charming, something we both have in common.”
“Oh please, you read some of the best smut an author can write at that’s what you take away from it?”
“Not at all, my love,” Harvey stepped closer. “I also learned that you have a thing for being called ‘my girl’. And I don’t blame you, you like it when I’m possessive. When I tell you that you belong to me.”
“This was not the reaction that I was expecting,” I eyed him.
“Don’t worry, Yn. I promise I’ll make fun of you for it after I finish making you scream my name,” Harvey ducked his head down and wasted no time in showing his need.
His tongue brushed over mine and he pulled me in tight against his body. Damn him and his unrivaled ability to turn me on. All it took was a few well placed kisses to my neck, to my ear to get me to our room and on the bed, hands not able to get enough of each other.
If I knew Harvey would’ve had this type of reaction to reading smut, I should show him some real smut. That was nothing compared to some of the other stuff on my shelf. Maybe I could get him to do some of those things to me.
“Aww, is my girl already messy for me?” Harvey clicked his tongue, stripping the last of his clothes off. “Who knew you’d be so easy.”
“And who knew that you’d be so easy when it came to getting what I want by giving you a book.”
Harvey’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re gonna get what you want?” In a quick grab, I was on my stomach, ass up, and Harvey’s hand came down a lot harder than I was prepared for. “Wanna try that again, pretty girl?”
I gasped when the next one came, and the next. “N-No.”
“Okay then,” Harvey let out a dark laugh, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling me up. “You gonna stop being a brat and let me do my job?”
I nodded, eyes falling shut when he pinched my nipple between his fingers.
“Good girl.”
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Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader
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YOU MAY REPOST BUT PLEASE DO NOT STEAL. THIS WORK IS MINE.
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A;N: Hi, yes I’m back for like the hundredth time. I haven’t even finished the show, yet I’ve been eager to write for this man. I also haven’t written shit since the Conrad smut so be proud of me. And, I kinda forgot to check my inbox for requests…My bad, forgive me and give more so I can use them. Anyways, I wrote this because I haven’t seen many Xavier smuts and it gave me motivation. Also, I wrote like a bunch in this then none of it saved. So, that’s kind of what delayed the release. I was pissed. But Please enjoy it bc it was overall put together so fast. <3
Summary: Xavier doesn’t seem to like it when Tyler is around. You find it ridiculous and decide to reassure him in a more pleasure-able way.
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Likes, reposts and comments are very welcome!
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Warnings ; cussing, handjob, p in v / riding , begging and more or wtv.
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For the past few weeks you had been hooking up with some boy. And by some boy I mean, Xavier Thorpe.. 6 foot 2 in height, messy brown hair that hung just at his shoulders. Larger blue eyes, slender body and contagious smile.
You didn’t think it’d happen. But you were alone at your new school. He happened to be there and it went on from there. He even took advantage of the time he had with you ; sneakily leading you into a janitors closet after class to leave you both a moaning mess.
Somehow managing to sneak into a shower with you. Almost got caught in a darkened classroom once too. Yes, It was quite risky. But he liked the rush as well as you did.
And when you two first started hooking up, he introduced you to everyone in the friend group. Including Tyler, the one he hadn’t liked so much. They had a rough past and Xavier couldn’t stand to forgive him for it. He played as nice as he could. Til he found Tyler sneaking into any scene that you were in.
And god, who knew how jealous a Thorpe could get? He’d take any chance to correct Tyler on where his place was. Meaning a few steps from you and no skin to skin contact. But Galpin’s secretly loved to play games. He’d brush his hand against yours sometimes. Grab a hold of you alone as if he had something private to tell you. And it was all in front of him.
And that’s precisely why Xavier hates him. Not only is he unable to be a decent human being. He’s also incapable of standing his own ground with someone he’s possessive over.
You.
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“You know I didn’t like seeing you two together.” He speaks up after laying under you.
You sigh while you adjust yourself, knees around his thighs as he looks into your eyes. His scent of cinnamon and apples linger through your nostrils. His hair also laid back onto the black fluffy pillow beneath him.
You clear your throat. “You’re right, I do know. But…I can’t reject his attention. I’m not that kind of person.” Your arms are crossed, pushing up against your bra.
He huffs in response. “You can be every kind of person. I’ve seen and been around it myself.” Xavier reaches his hand over and brushes it against the side of your bare arm. He feels the soft and warm surface of your skin.
“Can’t tell if that was supposed to be an insult or compliment Mr. Thorpe.”
“Maybe both.” His eyebrows raise for a quick moment and you can immediately sense he’s joking.
You shake your head in annoyance. And he follows the sight of your hands as they slide his sweatpants to the end of his thighs. A small bit of excitement surges through him. A woman that takes the lead is quite attractive to Xavier.
You mess with his waistband, trailing the fingertips against the band border. As you do so, he glides his hands to your ass, giving it a tight and possibly firm squeeze.
“He was staring at your ass.” Xavier interrupts again. Clearly his jealousy is still present. Why not spark a little something?
A quiet chuckle leaves your mouth. Your tongue tracing over your lower lip. “What can I say? It’s nice. At least he didn’t act on his thoughts of it.”
A large amount of air is inhaled from his nose. He’s biting on the inside of his cheek.
“Fuck you. You know how I feel about that shit, okay?” He lifts his head up while his brows furrow.
This time you return silence. You’re over it. A little something should shut him up. Your fingers pull the waistband down, revealing his length.
Suddenly, you wrap your hand around him, giving a few slow strokes. Xavier’s expression from before seems to have dropped; His head also along with it, hand gripped around your arm now.
“That’s…” His words trail off to a small hum. “Good.”
A small smile appears on your face. His soft words bring a small sensation to your stomach. Your thumb and index finger form a O around his slightly leaking tip. Then creating fast circular motions around it. He lets out a struggled breath, tightly shutting his eyes closed.
“Shit. Slow down—“ He curses in small pleasure. His shoulders tense up then his grip around you growing tighter. Immediately, you let go of him and slowly lift yourself up some more to align with his tip. His eyes open to gain sight of your leading again. You grab a hold of him, lowering yourself on his length. His hands snap to your hips, squeezing the skin harshly as his thoughts loosen up a bit.
You let out a relieved sigh. A light and soft wave climbs up from your thighs to breasts. The feeling of him inside you is unforgettable every time. You come to think if you’ll ever get tired of it.
You carefully push your hips back then right into his direction. Another sensation you feel. Xavier raises his head up again, but with his jaw hanging in awe. His hands grasp the curves at your sides harder. Creating a burning touch to your skin.
You continue the same rocking motion as before but to the pace of your liking. Which builds a stronger feeling through your body as well as his. Your nipples are growing harder through your bra. The cold air is hard to breathe in as well. Xavier’s scent still filling your nostrils.
You place your hands on-top of his, guiding him to rock your curves harder on him. Xavier struggles though, and only makes out a few rocks. He lowers his head back down before stopping himself from motioning you any further.
You’re only able to make out a few words for a second. “So— do I ride Tyler like this now?”
Xavier closes his jaw before speaking. He creates a hum, indicating his no as a response. “HmMm, just me. Please let it be only me. ”
He faintly chuckles after his words, trying to catch his breath and still focused in his pleasure.
“That’s right, just you Xavier.” You say, nodding your head reassuringly.
Your response makes him bite roughly on his wet and pink lip.
You rock your hips at a faster pace. Slipping your hand into the front of your panties. Creating a slow motion on your clit, driving your pleasure to more satisfaction. Xavier admires how good you’re making yourself feel. It turns him on to where his skin begins to grow hot. A slight redness appearing to his cheeks.
“Fuck— you’re driving me crazy.” He huffs while trying to catch his breath.
You continue rocking yourself as you love hearing his deeper voice. It relieves you.
After a few more motions you easily slip your hand back out of your panties. Placing both of your hands on his bare chest that’s heaving up and down. It’s soft, warm which brings a certain comfiness to your body.
His hands begin to rock your sides again. Strongly now, without struggle. He’s close and needs you. He always seems to push himself through the pressure whenever he is.
“Please make me come.” Xavier asks nicely, then opening his mouth for no words to come out. You move your eyes to his, which helps him. “Do it.”
“please.”
“please.”
“please.” He whispers over and over. His begging makes your stomach twist. He hated begging most of the time, yet you loved it when he did. And he’d do anything for you wether you asked or not.
So you decide to fulfill his and your needs. Your hips begin to move at a rougher and faster pace. Causing Xavier to furrow his brows in concentration. Your mouth opens in neediness.
Skin grows hotter, parts aching and orgasm almost reaching it’s point. You moan quietly, softly and Xavier follows after you but with a light groan. His eyes shut tightly along with yours.The strong wave hits the both of you. Causing a louder moan from you, and a groan from him.
“Holy shit—“ you quietly whisper. A smile appears on him and your mouth follows.
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NEW PLAYER
Streamer / camboy male reader x biggest fan leona (mostly ooc but I mean come on it’s leona he’s hot regardless)
Leona has the funds to support his infatuation with you. He doesn’t feel bad about it, well, maybe a little, considering you’re barely 18. But aside from that who is he to discourage a pretty boy from showing off his gaming skills, good commentary, and gorgeous body. The sound of your voice could be heard from his phone whenever he felt the need to get off.
Maybe it was your face, maybe it was the pretty sounds you made when you got jump scared, or maybe, just maybe, it was how he’d assure you reached your tip goals just so he could see you in cute little outfits. Most of them being natural prey to lions.
Much to Leona’s surprise, you held an interactive event. You had goals set and for each one met, you would hold a stream only for the contributors. The last goal you had had a bigger prize. To meet you. This would only have one winner, selected via raffle. Most would be too nervous to put their names up for the contest, but leona had a good feeling about his chances.
He was right! He won! The next two names are the second and third winners, winners of compensation prizes. Leona didn’t care about those though, when he got the email about meeting his favorite streamer he was so pleased with himself. Leona read over the email, telling him what can and can’t be done unless explicitly stated by you. When the day came, you didn’t expect to see a guy around your age, let alone an attractive one.
He smirked and introduced himself, watching your sheepish expression melt away. He looked down at you and waited for you to speak. “Well, you already know who I am,” you laughed. “What would you like to do! We don’t have a time limit so if you’d like to play a game, go live, or maybe just talk, we have time for it all!” You smiled at him, it was the same smile you had when you were laughing, a genuine smile. He liked that.
“I’ve got a better idea” “oh! What’s that? I’m all ears!”
Well you didn’t mean your sentence to be taken literally, but now with the floppy bunny ears on top of your head, a tight skirt, a pair of fishnets on, while you struggle to fit all of Leona’s cock in your mouth, you couldn’t help but blush. The camera was rolling, live on your nsfw streaming service, recording how tears prickled your lash line.
Leona’s tail flicked behind him in a pleased manner, his hand on the back of your head, careful not to disturb those bunny ears as he watched you choke on him. Leona’s not dumb, he knows you wouldn’t do this if you weren’t attracted to him, yourself. He knew if he was going to get more than sex out of you, he’d need to get your number. But right now all he can clearly think about is how pretty you look on your knees for him.
Leona made sure the camera caught how you swallowed his load. He made absolutely sure the camera could see your pretty face as he sunk you down onto his cock. He wanted to watch this all over again later but feeling it was much better. The camera caught the way your pretty cock slapped against his stomach, the way you moaned, whimpered, and begged him for more.
“Sir, please, can I cum?” Only to be met with a low growl and a deep chuckle from behind the camera. “You know better, bunny.” His reply was laced with sadistic lust and adoration. “Good boys earn their orgasm. Make me cum again and maybe you’ll get a reward.” He planned on letting you cum, but he didn’t want you to know that. He planned on watching your pretty face contort as you shot hot sticky load after hot sticky load onto him but god he loves the look of determination that always graces your features when you have a goal in mind.
Eventually when leona came, he let you cum, wrapping his much larger hand around your cock. When you came he couldn’t help but look at your pitiful expression and shaking legs with pride. He then shut the camera off after you waved goodbye. Usually, whenever leona sleeps with someone, he just lets them clean themselves up, but he helped you. He ran you a bath, got you food cooked by his personal chefs, and even fixed up your bed.
Safe to say leona got your number and did in fact rewatch that video after he left.
He’s proud to say he’s got a date with you in a week.
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Congratulations on 500!! I’m just spit balling here but can you please write something with jealous/protective jack. Like maybe the reader and the other boys were mucking around at like a lake house or something and maybe picking the reader up and throwing them in the water and jacks not happy about it maybe with the promt"no way.... you're actually jealous."
nora’s 500 celly !!
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“put me down, trevor!” you screeched as he picked you up and walked to the edge of the dock. unfortunately, your protests were ignored as he threw you into the water, jumping in right after you.
when you surfaced, you felt trevor’s arms snake around your body. his wheezy laugh filled your ears and you relaxed into his body.
anything between you and trevor was strictly platonic. his personality was outgoing and flirty, and it always has been. when you first met him, you thought he had a crush on you because of the buckets of compliments and flirty remarks you had gotten from him. but after that, you realized that was just his humor, and you never thought of him as anything more than a friend.
however, you do have a huge crush on one of his close friends, jack. jack is a brunette, hockey player, with amazing charm. almost everything about him screamed boyfriend material, and because of that, you were infatuated with him.
jack watched from afar as trevor clung to your body. jealousy ran through his veins. why was he so close to you? we’re you guys more than friends? did you like him? did trevor like you?
with a huff, he raises to his feet, “i’m going to grab a drink.” his voice was sharp and annoyed. you turn around to trevor with furrowed brows. he wears the same expression.
“what was that about?” he asks, causing you to shrug. you untangle yourself from trevor and swim over to the dock.
“i’m going to go see if he’s ok.” you say, placing both arms on the wooden dock and hoisting yourself up. you grab a towel, barely bothering to dry off before racing into the house after jack.
“jack?” you open the glass door to an oddly quiet house. he hums in response and closes the refrigerator door with a beer in hand. “is everything ok?”
he nods in reply.
your eyes can’t help but scan his shirtless body. he’s tense and stiff, but it does wonders for his abs. the slight tan he got made his muscles more defined and your knees nearly buckled at the sight.
he watched as your eyes wandered around his naked torso. a slight smirk took over his lips. “my eyes are up here, baby.” he teases, taking a swig of beer and placing it down.
red paints your cheeks as you quickly change the subject. “you sounded upset outside. are you sure you’re ok?” you ask again, moving closer to him.
he doesn’t say anything but his eyes talk for him. they flutter back and fourth between your lips and your eyes. he blinks rapidly, pulling himself out of whatever trance he was in.
“do you like trevor?” his voice is quiet and his features are soft. “more than a friend, i mean.” he elaborates.
more than a friend? you had thought he had known the relationship dynamic between you and trevor. had he not? why would it matter to him anyway?
then it clicked.
“no way… you’re actually jealous.” you grin.
his eyes enlarge as his breath hitches in his throat. “what- i’m not- i wasn’t-” he sputtered, clearly trying to mask his nerves.
he throws his head back and runs his hands through his hair frustratedly.
“jack, it’s ok. i was just joking.” you reassure. he lets out a sigh of relief in response. “i’ll meet you outside, ok?” you say and turn around to leave the house.
jack wants to confess his feelings for you so bad. he needs to confess everything to you. all these moments and opportunities he’s had, and he continues to chicken out, playing it safe by hiding his true emotions. but not this time.
“y/n, wait.” he grabs your wrist, halting your steps. his touch on your wrist sends sparks shooting up your spine.
slowly, you turn around. once again, being face to face with the love of your life.
“yes?” you reply. you want to guess what he’s about to admit. god, you know exactly what he’s about to admit. however, you push back the storyline created in your head. there’s no way jack hughes was about to confess his feelings to you. that stuff only happens in the movies.
or so you thought.
“i like you a lot.” he admits, removing his hand from your wrist and scratching the back of his neck nervously. “more than friends.”
a weight feels like it’s lifted off of your shoulders when the words leave his lips. you swear you pinched yourself just to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
“you don’t know how long i’ve waited for you to say that.”
#hearts4hughes#nora’s 500 celly!!#new jersey devils#jack hughes#hockey blurb#nhl imagine#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes blurb#jack hughes imagine#nora's writings 💐
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Why this is Dan's hand:
(inspired by this post) (bc I wrote too much for the tags) (this is just for fun, that post was great and I have nothing against you)
let's jump in!
Here are the main reasons it's Dan:
his shoulder angle
the pinky finger
phil's clumsiness
(bonus- skin tone)
First- his shoulder!
If you're sleeping, that usually means something is true: that you're confortable. Now, considering his shoulder's angle, there's a few places his arm could be.
Aww he's sleeping. eepy guy. He's only got one arm for now.
We can see in the picture that his shoulder is up, so his arm could be like this. HOWEVER, his shoulder isn't up far enough for my drawing to be actuality. If his arm were outstretched, it would likely be more like this:
Which, possible. Comfortable, even. Except look at the cushions in the background. They're so squished. We know about the sofa crease on the previous couch. It was a whole thing. (the sofa photo I'm using doesn't represent their actual couch.) Because the pillows are so flattened and squished, if his arm were outstretched, it would look more like this:
You wouldn't have your arm fully straight because it would be uncomfortable on your elbow joint thing. Like locking your knees but your elbow. Your hand would fall asleep. (though, your hand would probably fall asleep in either of those positions too...)
Phil was probably sitting really close to Dan. Judging from the camera angle, and well... *CoughWDAPTEO2cough* (see bottom of post)
So let's add a little phil to my diagram.
aww lookit him! hes got no arms. thats ok. he doesnt need any. anyways. look at where Dan's arm is now. "ThEy'Re ToUcHiNg!!" Yeah, exactly. Phil would be laying back on Dan's arm. Dan's arm would fall asleep or be squished. Maybe, then, his arm could be like this, behind phil's head, without Phil actually putting weight on Dan's arm:
Yeah, his arm wouldn't fall asleep like that. But we can see his shoulder. We know his shoulder isn't at that angle. So? What can we conclude?
His arm is either like. Straight out, across Phil's chest (which, his shoulder would be a different angle for that too, bc Phil's not 2D, plus Phil would have been unable to move to take this photo or put his glasses on dan) OR:
we can conclude that his hand must be somewhere by his face. From his shoulder's angle, it could be lower on his face, except that there's only one hand in the photo.
Second- the pinky finger!
this finger. That's not a pointer finger.
(not the same pose, but close enough.) Your pinky finger faces outward. The finger in the glasses photo is a pinky.
Now put your left hand out like someone's face is in front of you and you're putting your hand on it, like the glasses photo. Your pointer finger would be closer to the right, where the camera is, right? Unless you're missing fingers (which dan and phil are not)
Third- Phil! (Taken from @dip-the-pip's tags on the og post)
we know Phil is clumsy. He does not have control of his limbs or hand-eye coordination. Ask the multiple Christmas decorations he's injured. It's honestly a bit of a miracle he could get the glasses on Dan without waking him up. There's no way he'd be able to gently pick up his head for the photo. Plus, if he was propping his head up for the photo, wouldn't he do it at a better angle?
Bonus- phil is super pale!!
this photo's a bit old, obviously, but you clearly see the difference in their hand skin tones on the bottom two hands. In the glasses photo, the hand is the same color as dan. The lighting in the room of the glasses photo is very warm, however, so this is not a super strong piece of evidence.
(WDAPTEO 2)
there is a whole couch and yet. *Phil voice* tHeY'rE ToUcHiNg. We know they sit like this commonly.
Also obviously inspired by this post by @simplydnp
(unlike her I did not use math, my bad :/) (also like I hope this doesn't come off as mean, I'm just doing it for fun. ) (I could have debunked her reasons but I thought using my own reasons would be more fun)
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