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Sakuya Intra-Wardrobe Tournament: Group A, Poll 2
#a3! outfits tournament#a3! act addict actors#a3!#a3! polls#sakuya sakuma#LISTEN. NOT TO BIAS THE POLL.#but when the wheel produced “summer outfit” right after “KNIROUND IV” i actually apologised 😭🙏🏻#hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby core.....
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-What they’re like as your bf/gf (Hcs) 18+
Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sadie Adler, Molly O’Shea
Request- Hi if it’s okay could I ask for some hcs of some of the gang and what they’re like dating with you? NSFW ones toooo🙈🙊 could you include Arthur, John, Dutch, Sadie, Javier and maybe any of the other girls Mary-Beth or Molly or Karen? Thank you 🙏🏻
A/N- I didn’t include Javier cause I like barely speak with him in camp or anything idk I don’t vibe with Javier tbh. And I saw my chance to word vomit my Molly brain rot and ran with it so she’s the girl I picked. Hope this is okay! Enjoy :)
Masterlist - requests are open :)
Arthur Morgan
- We’ve all seen how he was with Mary. He’d be besotted with you
- His journal would be filled with sketches of you, entries talking about how much he adores you, little notes about how you looked that day or musings about his plans for your future together.
- Definitely doodles a little heart with your initials too <3
- He’s touch starved. So he loves physical contact. A hand to your knee, your back, arm around your shoulders or your waist. He likes keeping you close.
- Brings you stuff from his little travels. Picks flowers for you, finds little trinkets for you.
- Keeps a picture of you by his bed.
- Forehead kisses!!!!!
- Kisses your hand. And kisses to your wrist. He loves when you reach up to cup his face and he can turn to press his lips against your wrist.
- He’s so much more than a tough, burly cowboy. He’s quiet, caring, considerate. And he adores you
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- takes his time. Likes to work at you until not a single tense muscle is left in your body. Worships you.
- Loves any positions where he can see your face, needs to be close enough to constantly kiss you and tell you how good you are for him
- “ there’s my girl, doin so good for me darlin “ “ jus’ like that darlin, let me take good care of ya “
- Not incredibly vocal, but the noises he does make he ensures are right by your ear.
- Refuses to finish before you ever.
- Loves to finish inside tho. He knows it’s risky, but he loves the closeness. And if he’s feeling particularly risky he’ll definitely push his come back into you with his fingers “ don’t waste it now “
- Grips The headboard.
John Marston
- he’s stupid. He really is. He’ll be head over heels for you, with you clearly reciprocating those feelings and he’d still think you didn’t like him like that.
- Like. You could kiss him and he’d still be like ‘ what are we? ‘
- When he does finally put two and two together he’ll have no shame or cautions in showing you off.
- He’s handsy. Likes coming up behind you when you’re washing dishes for Pearson to rub at your shoulders.
- Or pull you down to sit on his lap before you can even think about taking the empty spot on the log next to him by the fire.
- Overprotective. One tiny snide comment from anyone and he’s ready to start swinging.
- Definitely knows how to push your buttons and wind you up, and will do it just for fun and to get a rise outta you.
- And then spend the rest of day grovelling and apologising.
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- Loves going down on you. Like. Loves it. The man could spend hours there if you’d let him and Lord has he tried.
- Not very serious most of the time.
- Pretty vocal. And doesn’t really care if anyone’s listening either.
- Like i said, he’s handsy. His hands are restless and will grab at whatever part of you they can.
- Loves when you ride him and has absolutely made a cowgirl joke more than once.
- Will grab at your hips and guide your movements as you do. Told you he’s handsy.
- But also isn’t opposed to you on your back, legs over his shoulders. Presses kisses to your ankles and makes jokes about how good the view is.
Dutch Van Der Linde
- he’s not the most attentive of people at times. He’s constantly in his head and constantly thinking about things that aren’t you.
- But when he does allow himself time alone with you he is disgustingly charming.
- He always knows what to say, always knows the right words to have you melting into a puddle at his feet. You could be in the worst mood with him but a few whispers in your ear and it’s all forgotten.
- Has a million terms of endearment for you. My angel, my dear , my darling. He rarely ever uses your actual name, only when he’s mad.
- Loves to give you gifts, the more expensive the better. And he likes you to show them off too. He likes to show you off.
- Reads to you a lot.
- PDA is afraid of him. He doesn’t care where he is or who’s watching him, he’ll loop an arm around your waist to kiss your neck, pull you onto his lap when he’s reading beside his tent and kiss you. No shame.
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- will take his time with you but in a far different way to, say, Arthur
- He’ll edge you and overstimulate you for hours, because be gets off on the fact that you simply let him. That you obey his every command.
- Degrading and humiliating 🤝🏻 Dutch Van Der Linde
- He’s never too mean. And his degrading comments are more often than not laced with something sweet.
- Dacryphilic. 100000%. He loves watching you cry because he’s worked you into such an overstimulated mess.
- He’ll swipe your tears away or kiss them from your cheeks “ well isn’t that just a pretty sight? “ “ those tears for me, my angel? “
- Definitely has some kind of authority kink. Likes you calling him sir for sure.
- Loves you giving him head. Just loves you on your knees. It’s a power thing. And he’s a cocky son of a bitch.
- Sat back in his chair and won’t lift a damn finger to help you out, won’t even unbuckle his belt. And don’t tell me he doesn’t smoke whilst he watches you.
Sadie Adler
- She is absolutely not shy about her feelings when she finally accepts she has them.
- Shes just so sweet to you.
- Around camp she’s stuck to you like glue. Her arm is permanently around your waist or your shoulders, or her hand laced with yours and is ready to snap at any intrusive questions from anyone else about it at the drop of a hat
- Love language is gift giving. Just taken in a bounty but found a shiny lil necklace in his pocket? Well. It’s hers now. Or should I say, yours.
- If your hairs long enough she’ll braid it like hers, any excuse to be able to sit close to you and whisper sweet things in your ear.
- Would teach you how to shoot better, she wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself. but also wants the excuse to stand behind you and show you how to hold her rifle properly.
- Big spoon.
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- Sadie’s gained control over literally everything else in life, and it doesn’t change in the bedroom
- She trusts you whole heartedly but she’s not about to give up any sort of control to you for a While
- Makes sure she can see your face at all times, loves watching your face contort and relax in pleasure that she’s giving you
- Full of praise “ ain’t you just the prettiest thing? “ “ oh look at you! D’ya know how pretty you look from here? “ “ always such a good girl for me “
- Has a thing for putting her fingers in your mouth. Especially after she’s just fucked you with them.
- Having you on your knees eating her out drives her crazy. Will pull at your hair a little too hard but will soothe the sting with a thousand words of praise about how good you make her feel.
- And now hear me out. Loves to watch you. Will book you a hotel room together just so she can sit across the room and watch you touch yourself for her, encouraging you the entire time
- It’s never long before she absolutely has to have her hands on you though in the end.
Molly O’Shea
- sheeeee has some trust issues. And abandonment issues. She’s just… she’s a lot at times.
- But she is fiercely loyal and will love you with every fibre of her being
- And she wants to be loved as fiercely in return. She’ll spiral without constant reassurance “ d’you even love me anymore? “ “did I do somethin wrong? Haven’t told me you love me today “
- She knows deep down you do love her. She’s just afraid.
- She is such a romantic. She loves holding your hand, sitting close to you, doing your makeup like hers and stealing kisses in between painting your lips red
- She’ll write you sappy romantic poetry and leave you lil notes
- You’ll often overhear her gushing to other people about how in love she is too. She just loves to talk about you and how deeply she adores you.
- Likes when you give her forehead kisses.
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- Pillow princess. End of story.
- She’s not completely submissive though. She’ll tell you what she wants and what she likes
- She just wants to be taken care of okay. She needs to be taken care of.
- Makes the softest, sweetest sounds and will tell you she loves you a million times over.
- Enjoys when things just… naturally happen. Cuddling with you at night, but pushing her hips lightly back against you. Which usually ends with your hand slipping past her waistband and making her come on your fingers.
- Likes to be on top of you sometimes, simply so she can show off whilst she strips. Not to really do anything. Shes really not that much of a giver. She likes being watched. She likes to know she’s desired. And usually it ends up with you dragging her to sit on your face.
- You have to shower her with praise. She wants to know she looks beautiful, that she’s doing well, worship her. Which is incredibly easy for you cause like fucking look at her she’s gorgeous.
- Wraps herself around you when you cuddle after, legs intertwined and arms around you, head buried in your chest or neck. Pls my sweet baby needs to be held.
#disclaimer as always with hcs#these are my thoughts and not to be taken too seriously#don’t get salty if you don’t agree.#my hcs for any character seem to draw at least one salty person out#it’s fic! enjoy it!#arthur morgan x reader#Dutch van der Linde x reader#molly O’Shea x reader#John Marston x reader#Arthur Morgan#molly o'shea#sadie adler#john marston#dutch van der linde#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr2 fanfic#x you#fluff#smut#sadie adler x reader
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desperate
pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader
genre: fluff
a/n: i quit my old soul-crushing job and i’m desperately trying to finish off all wips before i start my new job svdndjsj please enjoy 🙏🏻 live laugh lovesick yuuji 🫡💕 very shamelessly got inspired by this post
nobara said yuuji shouldn’t call you.
“you don’t want her to think that you’re desperate, right?”
yeah, maybe.
but here’s a thing that a considerate friend that is nobara didn’t take into account.
yuuji is crazy about you and he is indeed very desperate for you and your attention. he is filled with joy and excitement whenever he hears your voice – it’s almost pavlovian, very embarrassing. or at least could be, if yuuji cared enough. his pride is a small price to pay to have a wonder that is you in his life.
but yuuji has to admit, maybe nobara is right. at the end of the day you two are not dating (yet, as yuuji very much hopes). you two are not even very close friends (yet, again, as yuuji hopes).
yuuji’s finger lingers over a call button under your name embezzled with a variety of heart emojis.
“at least text her before calling, you know, it’s kind of a new etiquette these days, not to call someone unannounced,” yuuji remembers nobara’s chastising. it makes yuuji hesitate. of course, he doesn’t want to seem like an ignorant bumpkin who isn’t aware of social cues. what if you’re busy? which you probably are because you are so smart and cool. and you are definitely a great texter (even if you weren’t, yuuji wouldn’t know any better because he is that much in love).
with a sigh, yuuji slides over to messages and starts typing rather pathetically “hiiii how are you???” while fighting the urge to add like a gazillion emojis to express himself better. nobara is really getting into his head, yuuji sighs. this is hard considering he is not exactly an overthinker (that would require having more than one thought and his only singular thought right now is you). a text is better than nothing, sure, but yuuji really really really needs to hear your voice. so he rushes back to his contacts and gathers every ounce of willpower to press on your name.
after almost painful eleven seconds you pick up. yuuji’s breathing hitches a little when he hears your sleepy “hello?”
he wants to throw himself from a window.
he forgot it’s almost 3 am.
“hi, um, hey. sorry, you’re asleep.”
what an absolute mess.
“well, not anymore,” you softly laugh. yuuji, though embarrassed, is so happy to hear your laughter.
“sorry.”
“it’s okay, yuuji. did something happen?”
well, kinda. obviously, yuuji’s not going to tell you that he’s just so down bad for you that he called you up in the middle of the night for no reason.
“no, nothing, i- i’m sorry, it’s nothing urgent, i better call you tomorrow.”
“are you sure? i mean, it’s…” he hears you scramble. “three in the morning. it has got to be an emergency.”
it is, just not a conventional one. yuuji violently shakes his head and then remembers that you can’t see him (why is he such a fool when it comes to you?)
“no, no, i’m sorry, i screwed up. i forgot that not everyone stays up late like me. go to sleep. sorry.”
“stop apologising, it’s all fine. okay, i’ll believe that there’s no emergency. but you better call me tomorrow to confirm that you’re okay.”
yuuji’s cheeks are burning.
“yeah, of course. sorry again.”
you laughed.
“good night, yuuji.”
“good night.”
yuuji’s fingers shake when he types the first message.
“sorry, i actually didn’t mean to call you.”
delivered.
yuuji’s eyes are not leaving the screen beaming brightly into his face.
read.
his palms are suddenly cold.
dot, dot, dot.
“it’s okay,” followed by a smiley emoji and a thumbs up. such a you thing to send. for a minute he contemplates going to sleep and maybe die from embarrassment in his sleep but something takes him over. before he can register it, his fingers start typing.
“fuck it”
delivered, read.
“i did mean to call”
delivered, read.
“i wanted to talk to you”
delivered, read.
“to hear your voice and your laugh”
delivered, read.
yuuji can physically feel the blood rushing away from his limbs when he sees three dancing dots.
“i want to hear your voice, too.”
yuuji’s head is spinning as he fights the urge to jump around the room while smiling at his phone like a madman. megumi and nobara for sure would be disgusted at this sight. he is so ecstatic that he almost misses the next message.
“ft?”
his long calloused fingers dance across the screen to quickly type “i’ll call you”.
he rushes to facetime.
you pick up almost instantly.
yuuji looks at your face, traces of sleep still present in your expression but he can see – and it makes his heart flutter – that you are genuinely happy to see him, too.
you both spent a few intimate moments staring at each other’s badly lit faces, glowing under the dim lights of your screens in the dark, until yuuji finally finds the courage to break the silence.
“so… did you sleep well?”
you quietly laugh and yuuji falls in love even harder though he thought it wasn’t possible. he can’t wait to tell the gang that being desperate pays off, and oh so well.
and what does nobara know anyway.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk itadori#itadori x reader#itadori yuuji#itadori yuji x reader#itadori yuji x you#itadori x you#itadori yuuji x reader#yuji itadori#itadori fluff#jujutsu itadori#my fic
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Whoops — W.S.
Pairings: Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader
Warnings: kissing ? (On the cheek)
Summary: Your boyfriend Walker made a mistake whilst you were on live…
A/N: I kind of don’t like this one 🥸 but this is a part 2 of first look! (check that one out first if you want, but it’s not required to.) also, this is awfully short and I apologise for it 🙏🏻
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It had been a few months since you and Walker have been together for, but you two kept it on the down low. The people who knew were Aryan and Leah (of course), and they too kept it a secret. The only reason was because you and Walker didn’t want to try and start a whole bunch of chaos within the fandom about your guys’ relationship.
Knowing how the fans are, you both decided to not reveal anything between you two— Other than the light flirting and glances you give each other during small videos uploaded by your friends. It was nice having him as your boyfriend… texting and calling each other every day, unless he’s busy with work or school obviously.
He would also call you during his live streams with Brady Noon— but you stayed in mute because you didn’t want others to hear you talking, you just wanted to be in each other’s presence.
Due to him being busy with work, you barely had time to call or even text him anymore. Yes, he did text you, but they were mostly dry responses. However, he made sure to put an emoji at the end of them so you knew he wasn’t being dry on purpose.
The calls were brief as well, only getting around 10-15 minutes of talking before the, “I’m being called to set and retouch my makeup, I’ll call you later.” Only to find yourself waiting until the moment you fall asleep with no call from him.
He would send an apology text and tell you how much he still cared about you to ease your overthinking. You understood that he was gonna be busy a lot more than usual now that he was filming for PJO season 2.
Sure, keeping the relationship a secret wasn’t all that bad, but it was somewhat hard to take pictures together without making anything obvious (Leah was so kind enough to help you two); So, you posted the ones you found most ‘friendly’ looking.
It had been a normal Saturday when you were home, laying in your bed and rotting in your room. You didn’t need to film until the next month or so, giving you some time to relax after filming for 2 and a half months straight. Your mom was out for the day doing some errands, leaving you home alone for some time.
Walker was also busy today, needing to film for season 2, so he was going to be very distant with you until further notice— which you hated. After contemplating on what to do, you decide to go live for a bit on Instagram and interact with a few fans.
You got up from your bed and set your phone up on your desk next to your window, making sure there was enough light to show yourself clearly. You tap the ‘live’ button and waited a bit for some people to join (which was really quick). You had over 1,009 viewers already and you were pretty shocked at how many people joined the live in under two minutes.
“Hi guys! How are you all doing today?” You greet, smiling widely as you laugh at the flooding comments. Each one being: “are you and Walker dating?” “Where’s Walker?” “Do you and Walker have a thing going on??”
Shaking your head, you deny the comments. “No, we’re just close friends. And he’s doing well, just busy at the moment.” You sat there as you played with a few objects sitting on your desk, answering other questions from them.
You were getting really engrossed with the conversation that you didn’t even realise your mom calling your name until you heard your bedroom door open. “Y/n, you in here?” She asked, peeking her head in your room.
“Oh, hey mom. Sorry, I didn’t hear you because I’m live right now.” You give an apologetic smile, “did you need something?”
Your mom waved to the camera as the comments spammed “hi mrs. L/n!!”
“Just checking up on you, what do you want for dinner?” Your mom asked, moving a strand of hair out of your face.
“Uhh, I’m not sure. Surprise me?”
“Sure,” she laughs, “I’ll call you down in a bit. I invited some friends over and they might spend the night, clean your room please.”
“Okay, are they gonna sleep in here?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Mhm! I’ll let you know when food’s ready.” Your mom then left the room leaving you back to your live.
You turn back to your camera and sigh, “well, unexpected guests I guess… and my room is not that messy!”
“Yeah it is.” A familiar voice said from behind, your head snapping toward the direction. Your eyes lit up with joy when you saw your boyfriend leaning against your doorframe, making you jump up from your seat to hug him.
“Walker! I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” You exclaim, embracing him tightly to which he returned with a chuckle.
“Yeah, got some time off for a bit and decided to surprise you. I thought it was obvious when your mom said she was inviting friends over?” Walker said, looking at you with wonder.
“I thought she meant the neighbourhood friends and their children.” You shrug, pulling away but not quite letting go of him.
It was a moment of silence when he finally spoke up in a soft, sweet tone. “I missed you.”
You felt your face get warm and your smile grew, “I missed you too.”
With that, he leaned in for a quick a quick kiss, making you mirror the action until you stopped and looked away, making him kiss your cheek instead. He looked at you confused and a little disappointed, “Why’d you do that?”
“Walker, I’m live. I completely forgot.” You quickly run to your phone, grabbing it as Walker immediately became red from embarrassment. The chat was filled with spamming: “OMG” “THEY’RE DATING!!” “WALKER X Y/N CONFIRMEDD” “MY SHIP HAS SAILED.”
“Im so so sorry, oh my god.” Walker groaned, throwing himself onto the bed as you laugh lightly. “It’s okay, Walker. I guess it’s one way of telling the fandom about our relationship.”
He buried his face into the pillows and ignored you, despite his big smile on his face. You quickly said your goodbyes to the fans and ended the live, joining him in the bed. “We were gonna tell them eventually, right?”
Walker took a peek at you and nods, “yeah. I guess so, I just hope it doesn’t ruin anything.”
You lie down and mess with his curls a bit, “Just ignore them. Being with you is all that matters, you’re my ray of sunshine”
He laughed at your comment, “you’re so corny.” Laughing with him, you got closer until your mom came in the room.
“Foods ready— don’t get too close to each other now.” She says, giving a pointed look making you roll your eyes playfully as she left the room.
“Come on, let’s go eat. Im starving.” You pull at his arm and drag him out of the bed, making him get up.
“Okay, okay!” He grins, kissing your cheek and following you downstairs to eat dinner.
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(He surprised you with flowers 🤍)
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HII IM SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT 😔 BUT NONETHELESS, I HOPE YOU LIKED IT :)) it was lowk hard to finish this. feel free to send requests !!
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#fanfic#walker scobell#percy pjo#percy series#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy and annabeth#pjo#pjo tv show#pjo series#pjo fandom#fandom
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i need a longer blurb of jj teaching reader how to smoke 🙏🏻 possible shotgunning
i was hoping someone would ask teehee ♡
suggestive themes down below, mentions of weed etc
jj cringes at himself as he taps the cracked screen of his iphone, hitting play on the spotify playlist titled simply with the leaf emoji — a subtle and yet juvenile nod to it being his smoking playlist. what kind of nerd actually has a playlist made and ready to hit play when hanging out with a pretty girl, he thinks — cheeks a little red under the dim light. his shitty speaker hiccups and splutters before playing the music smoothly, just as he comes to drop down beside you on the comfy old couch.
“anyway, fuck uh— i don’t remember. it doesn’t matter.” he waves a hand, pushing his heels into the ground to lift up his hips so he can pull the rolled J out his back pocket.
“your concentration is terrible.” you tease with a giggle, legs tucked beneath you. he recalls you looking particularly adorable in that moment, and his brain malfunctions for a second as he looks at you before he forces out a response.
“uh… yeah — i got that letter thing.”
“adhd?”
“thats the one.” he presses his fingers tightly around the compact J before patting his front pockets for a lighter. “you smoke?”
it was the first time you’d had the privilege of hanging out with just JJ alone. you were sarah’s friend, and had tagged along with her to a few pogue hangouts when she’d started dating john b. you all seemed to get on well as a group, and you were pretty meek and shy most of the time — which they found pretty endearing, so they kept you around. you were harmless, and brought an oddly charming sense of innocence to their reckless and vulgar world. you’d started harbouring a little crush on JJ since you’d met, all smiles and doe eyes whenever he was up to his usual nonsense. he was loud and untameable, but always made an effort to behave around you. the special attention made you melt.
“JJ you’re yelling.” pope would accuse and the blonde would hold his hands up.
“sorry.” he’d apologise before turning specifically to you. “sorry. those pretty ears. shouldn’t be hearing that.” he waves it off and continues with whatever rant he was on, but your smile doesn’t go away for like 2 minutes.
his effort didn’t go unnoticed by the pogues, and since you weren’t technically a pogue yourself — and it wouldn’t be breaking any pogue rules, john b and sarah specifically had encouraged the two of you to hang out alone, leaving JJ the keys to the chateau. it made total sense to them, john b desperately wanted jj to be happy (and to get some, from a nice girl.) and sarah was enthralled by the idea of double dates based off ideas she’d tucked into a pinterest board. whilst the blonde was infamous for making bad decisions, he wouldn’t let turning down alone time with a pretty girl be another on his extensive track record.
you eye him where he sits beside you on the small cushy couch, shifting a little — springs clinking beneath you suggesting it may have been a pull out bed. “i’ve never… i haven’t done it before.” you shrug, embarrassed. you envied the pogues in that way, whilst you’d been sheltered your whole life up into adulthood, they’d been able to explore themselves and figure out what they like.
his eyes widen a little and his mouth forms a surprised little ‘o’ shape, before nodding quickly and stuffing the J back into his pocket.
“what are you doing?” your brows furrow.
“don’t wanna make you feel weird, if i smoke ‘n stuff.” he waves a hand dismissively and you shake your head with wide eyes, sitting up a little in your seat.
“oh, no i don’t mind! don’t let me stop you.” you smile as reassuringly as you can. he looks at you for a moment, fixing his hat on his head before pausing a little and turning more toward you.
“totally shoot me down if you don’t wanna but…” he pulls the J back out, slowly and cautiously like it’ll scare you if he moves too fast. “you down to learn? heard i’m quite the teacher.” he smirks, but there’s a friendly twinkle behind his eyes that just makes him so approachable and non-intimidating that you feel completely safe.
“m’kay, yeah, i’ve always wanted to know what it feels like.” your voice is soft behind your wide smile and he wants to slap himself for staring at you for so long.
“alright, that’s the spirit.” he mirrors your grin, tossing his lighter in the air and catching it.
“i didn’t know smoking was something that needed to be taught.” you comment, shuffling a little downward so you can lean against the couch more— getting as comfortable as you can in your sweet little sundress. you were sat so close now you could feel his body heat radiating onto you, and it was doing something crazy to your stomach. that, and the way he looked, manspreading casually on the couch, white tee and black sweatpants, frowning in concentration as he presses the joint between his lips, holding a flame to the end of it until it glows and then shaking out the flame.
registering your words, he sends you a little face of mock offence that makes you giggle. he inhales deep and holds the smoke in his lungs, voice strained when he responds. “nah, this shit is an art form. ‘course it can be taught.” exhale. you find you’re holding your breath too.
“yeah this’ll be good for your first time, asked my guy for somethin’ weaker cos’ i didn’t want you to think i was bein’ a weirdo or whatever, smoking you out with the strong stuff so i can be creepy. i know some guys do that.” he rambles before taking another shorter toke, brows creased as he concentrates on his mini review.
“you bought weed especially for hanging out with me?” you smile kindly and he gapes for a millisecond, holding the J between his fingers and he blinks, caught out.
“yeah.” he shrugs. “s’like buying you flowers. but better.” he shuffles closer to you on the seat. before you have time to overthink the flowers comment, he’s carefully holding the joint to your lips, his own eyes wide and already a little glossy.
“i’m nervous.” you giggle, briefly holding his hovering wrist to stabilise you both.
“hey, you’re in good hands i swear, i’ll look after you.” he promises, free hand cupping your cheek with a teasing but far from unkind expression. “you’re my little baby tonight.” it was made to be a joke but your stomach does a little somersault.
“‘kay.” your lips brush the tip of the J and he has to force himself not to think something inappropriate.
“what i want you to do is breathe in and then hold it, ‘kay?” he instructs and you do so, eyes looking to him for guidance. it burns and tickles your throat at the same time but it’s not awful, you don’t even cough. maybe this is rare, because he grins when you squint— holding it in your chest. “atta girl! see, you’re born for this. breathe out for me.” his voice is closer, and therefore quieter, more intimate. you’re a lightweight by nature, so by your second toke the delay starts to unwind and you start feeling a buzz.
sativa by jhené aiko starts to play through the cheap speaker by the time you’re really feeling it. he’s talking to you the whole time, talking you through it, praising you. your whole body feels hot and you revel in the euphoria of feeling so safe and comfortable in someone’s presence. you lean against his shoulder a little, giggling over a little anecdote he told you about his day with pope.
he’s grinning with pretty pink eyes, turning to look down at you, really look at you close up. his heart stammers because you’re so damn beautiful and he nearly chokes on smoke. that would have been embarrassing.
“you’re cute.” he lifts his cap for a second, running a hand through his hair and you tilt your head, joint still clasped between your fingers.
“really?”
“totally. i’d complain about anyone else getting lipgloss on the joint, but you’re cute so you’re allowed.” he jokes and you’re off again, leaning more into him as you chortle. his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head rests against him. he looks down at you, a warm smile bordering on chuckle spreading across his face at the way you’re gazing up at him like he hung the moon and stars for you. “y’wanna learn something else?” he offers and you’re slow, but eager— eyes widening hazily and nodding clumsily.
“alright. y’trust me, yeah?” he adjusts his position a little.
“mhm, yeah i do JJ.” you’re all dazed and openly crushing. he seems pretty into it and you’re glad, because someone a little meaner might find it pathetic.
he takes your hand holding the joint and brings your fingers that clasp it to his lips, where he then takes a hit. his palms encase your jaw, pulling your face to his. he pulls ever so slightly, so your mouth gapes before he’s breathing the smoke slowly into your mouth. your heart hammers, and your hands are frozen but you get the hint and inhale, feeling the second hand burn. you open your eyes, not remembering having closed them and he’s staring at you— and you don’t get the chance to pull away because he’s closing the gap again and pressing his lips fully to yours.
you let out a quiet moan at the surprise, the sound from your throat a lot more vulgar than intended and he pulls back after a moment, eyes flickering between yours.
“sorry.”
“dont be. i wanna do it again. can we?”
“the smoking thing or the…” he trails off as you lean in slowly, a curious and sweet expression tainted with a glossy haze of intoxication and lust. you’d never been like this before with anyone, hell— you’d never felt like this.
you press your lips to his, kissing him simply before pulling back. your brows pinch together and be bites back a smile, thumbing at your cheekbone.
“wh’sthe matter?” he whispers.
“there’s more you need to teach me.” you bat your eyelashes at him and he feels himself wake up from the waist down, subtly adjusting himself.
“well we got all night.” he teases before leaning in, this time his mouth taking the lead. the joint is put out and forgotten about as he presses an open mouthed kiss to your swollen lips. “didn’t i say i was a good teacher?”
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Like I promised, here is an Alan redesign! It came much sooner than I thought, since school is looming over me (math test on Thursday, yupee!), but I found my new favourite brush and once I started drawing, I couldn’t stop! I apologise for the poor quality, these started as sketches so I drew them in a low-quality file I use for sketches on Procreate.
Basically, I gave him wings that are attached to him like a cape, and something like a poncho, I think? As well as some cursor powers, like selecting things and such. He can animate and bring things to life like TSC, but he doesn’t need to use a pen.
Bonus sketch: Chosen teaching Alan how to fly after he first appeared in the computer. Chosen only agreed after Alan promised to have a rematch with him while he’s still stuck in this form on the computer (pray for Alan 🙏🏻). Despite flying in different ways, TCO still managed to successfully teach Alan how to fly.
I plan on making some more short comics (similar to the first one), since I have many ideas for this AU, so stick around if you find this interesting!
#animator vs animation#ava#alan becker#ava alan becker#ava the chosen one#ava the second coming#my art
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me when i remember i can send mashle requests 🙏🏻 bless your soul, sen 🫶🏻 so, since i’m lwky sick how about rayne, lance, orter (and or anyone else you want) taking care of sick reader? they had to find out you were feeling unwell from someone else too 😗
CARE ──── ft. rayne ames, lance crown and orter mádl.
about. hcs of the boys taking care of their sick s/o | gn! reader.
notes. ava you're such a W for this ily bro 🔥 anyway, keep the mashle requests coming i love everyone who requests for them.
RAYNE AMES
— honestly, bro's so worried for you the moment a classmate rushed to his class to tell him abt you. you're also a second year, just different classes from rayne for today. so he excused himself and rushed right to you.
— there at the infirmary, you sat down on the bed, your weakened state piercing rayne's heart. he went to embrace you in a hug and reassure you that everything is going to be ok. then he helped you to your dorm to rest.
— what intrigued everyone the most was how he traded places with your dorm mate for a few days just because he wanted to look after you while you're sick. during those moments, he looked after you. your food, temperature, symptoms, etc. he was there the whole time, even if he went for some certain classes that he wouldn't want to miss. but most of the time, he skipped those classes.
— rayne made sure everything was perfectly to your preferences. and you've been pretty obedient with the medicine too, which you didn't want rayne to worry about anymore further considering how he's skipping classes just to look after and accompany you. so you try your hardest to get well soon.
— he probably prayed to God for your health to get better soon. and when his prayers were heard, rayne is overjoyed and kept thanking God and you for doing such a great job in hanging tight to go through it all.
LANCE CROWN
— it was lemon who informed him about your health. of course, he would keep his calm composure but on the inside, he's really worried and panicking. lance thinks it was his fault for going too hard on you during your sparring session since it was pretty much him using his gravitational magic to defeat you so it most probably caused your dizzy mind and body.
— the type to pay you visits with his other friends, since they're always with him. but he does it alone, he apologises so much and ends up crying then sleeping by the bed.
— your sickness wasn't that serious, it was just a mild fever. so all you needed was rest, medicine, and some of lance's comforting words. he tells you about what happened during school everyday, updating you about his day then listening to yours.
— lance notes down your classes' lessons and notes and gives them to you after the day or during free time. there's some certain lessons that you didn't share with lance and he would go all the way to ask your classmates or self study to write notes for you.
— after you were discharged from the school's hospital, lance helped you slowly recover from school as much as he could. he was gentle with your recovery and wouldn't want anyone or anything to hurt you so he's ALWAYS with you to serve as your temporary guard. he protects you for a whole full week, like a dad.
ORTER MÁDL
— unlike rayne or lance, he doesn't show that he concerns. but deep down, he cares, and he doesn't. orter is like a two way kinda person, which is a bit complicating. so you won't know if he actually cares or not, since he didn't really reacted when the doctor told him about you.
— but, he tries his hardest to make time to visit you at the hospital since he's a busy man as divine visionary. once he found out that the hospital you were admitted in gives shitty low-class treatment, he immediately demanded for you to be transferred to the best hospital in the country.
— orter manages to get other divine visionaries to sub for his missions and duties so he could be with you and help look after you. the simple feeling and thought of you being alone in a big hospital gives him an unsettling worry so he decides to be there for you.
— he's the smart type of guy, so he does everything logically. if you don't want to take your meds, he'd just drink it, hold it using it tongue, kiss you and force you you to swallow it by covering your nose. pretty comical actually, how'd he tries showing you care but ends up screwing some of it up.
— it's ok tho, he's probably just feeling a bit of like a tsundere. he denies your teasing but ends up getting flustered. that would actually help you a lot in your recovery as your gloomy days spent in the hospital was filled with orter's entertainment until you were discharged, all healthy thus giving orter so many kisses which he would awkwardly return one on your lip.
#⋆ ❨ writing ❩ ֢֢֢ ۟#mashle#mashle hcs#rayne ames#rayne ames x reader#lance crown#lance crown x reader#orter madl#orter mádl x reader#mashle imagines#mashle x reader#mashle: magic and muscles#mashle fluff#★ avava
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sweetest pie part one #LN4
PAIRING: lando norris x wolff reader! daniel ricciardo x wolff reader! platonic only
SUMMARY: y/n wolff, the eldest daughter of toto wolff who has been widely known by the formula one fanbase, has finally been spotted at the races but what happens when a certain mclaren driver took a liking towards just by one look?
WARNING: just fluff, this is a part one, it’ll be a series 💋 bad german translation 🙏🏻🙏🏻
FACECLAIM : lalalalisa_m on ig
you didn’t bother waking up early to proceed to the paddock with your dad, susie and jack so you decided to sleep in and head to the paddock just slightly later.
your room floor was still covered with papers everywhere from the late night studying you had to do. Monaco wasn’t your home, you had just decided to visit your dad because you were on your holidays.
You were sent to Singapore to continue your studies as they had the choices of education you were interested in. The only time you’re spending time with your family is when you’re free from school, you’re back in Monaco or when the season starts, during the race in the Singapore Grand Prix.
Usually, your dad would have to book a ride for you whenever you’re on your way to the race by yourself, but ever-since you had your motorcycle license, you’ve been going everywhere with your motorbike instead of the cars your dad owns.
Unlike formula one, you really had no interest in cars unless you’re listening to your dad rambles about his cars. Instead, you had a huge interest in motorbikes.
Even-though, susie was your stepmom, you would regularly FaceTime her and keep tabs on her, she would always post pictures of you on her Instagram page.
While your little brother and sister preferred to keep their live private, you didn’t really care about yours. Sure, you had friends who tried to use your privilege but you were never that stupid.
Susie, had planted this sweet image of you on her Instagram page, but you’re honestly much different in real life, with honest and sarcastic remarks and since you’re quite an introvert, that kinda speaks a lot about how people approach you.
Your dad has decided to purchase your dream motorbike as a gift for your 22th birthday, even-though you had one back in Singapore as your usual daily transportation, you’re glad your dad bought you another motorbike because you really did not want to be spotted everywhere with your dad.
your phone dings and noticed it was a text coming from danny.
you are close with some of the current drivers, closer to daniel ricciardo and the mercedes drivers though.
rics: not coming to the race? heidi’s here! Toto told us you’re homed!
you: in an hour or two, slept late so i needed to sleep in
rics: need a ride?
you: don’t need for that, i’m a big girl with my own transportation
rics: and what’s that?
rics: no way, don’t tell me
you: have a look later
you didn’t really care on what you shall be wearing as it was only the first day of the weekend.
y/nwolff just posted on instagram
liked by georgerussell63 lewishamilton and others
y/nwolff my baby has never looked better, still love my other ride just this has been the dream, danke papa & of course susiewolff 🤍 #interceptor650
georgerussell63 woah woah woah let me have a ride
y/nwolff i don’t trust you
susiewolff anything for you 🤍
liked by y/nwolff
danielricciardo bad bitch y/n wolff coming through
y/nwolff has always been 👊🏻
yourbestff missing you, are you even missing me and your baby!!!!!
y/nwolff i’m missing my baby more than you 🤭
yourbestff im scratching this stupid cafe racer
y/nwolff don’t you dare, no more rides for you then 🤭
yourbestff i apologise
you were minutes away from reaching, you had to notify your dad because the paddock passes weren’t handed to you and without it, you aren’t allowed to enter.
you hated situations which led to this, because you’re such a huge introvert that small conversations with unknown people just scares you.
once you’ve reached, you had to search for a parking. Other than being toto wolff daughter, you didn’t really like the attention everyone has on you, you parked your bike and turned it off.
susie had given you one of her own helmets and you’re forever thankful, because even if she is your step mom, you’ve always look up to her as an inspiration.
“ toto asked me to pass you these, he’s in a meeting. I’m amazed at this”
the voice scared the shit out of you and it happened to be the one and only Daniel Ricciardo
“what the hell, no hellos or hi? that literally scared the shit out of me” you smacked his shoulder
as much older he was than you, the close friendship both of you had speaks otherwise
“sorry i was excited for this, let me have a ride” daniel laughed and pointed to your interceptor 650
“go ahead, bring it back in one piece. It’s just my second week with this big girl, had to bring it to custom made the colour. Dad got it in a ugly colour” you passed daniel your keys and stood off the parkway
“anyways this is lando, toto happened to pass me the passes when lando and i was going to buy some drinks”
you’ve never realised lando’s presence until daniel introduced him. Of course, lando wasn’t really an unknown figure to you, you’ve seen him in the grid but just hasn’t had to chance to have a full on conversation with him
“y/n wolff right? love the ride”
you smiled at him to acknowledge the compliment on your motorbike but there wasn’t really much for the both of you to talk about.
while waiting for daniel to come back with your motorcycle, lando tried to strike a conversation with you.
“not a fan of cars?”
you shook your head, “ was always amazed with bikes more, being surrounded in formula one and cars, it didn’t really fazed me. What about you, do you like them?”
“ they’re amazing though i think i’m much better in a car”
“you can have a try with it, if you’re ever interested”
“maybe not now, i don’t think you are really trusting me with your baby” the comment made both of you laughed
soon enough, daniel came back with your motorcycle and passed you the keys and passes
You felt a vibration through your pocket and sure enough, it was your dad questioning whether you’ve arrived
papa🤍 bist du angekommen?
you i’m with daniel and lando, we’re gg in papa. are you done?
papa🤍 lando? that’s new, ich werde auf dich warten
you okay see you
“ that’s toto?” lando was walking with your pace and asked you if toto was the one who was texting you
“yeah, it’s the first time I’m arriving here alone. Usually i’m with him or susie, but school has been tough lately and even though it’s the holidays, there isn’t much difference just the view”
“you don’t live here?”
“nah she moved to Singapore few years back, that’s why toto is kinda scared to leave her alone” daniel told lando
“yeah, ever-since I’ve moved he’s cautious of everything. It’s not like i’m back once a year, this is probably my third time of the year i’m here”
“i live here too, i don’t see you around though”
well that’s new information for you because to be fair you didn’t know lando lived here
“i’m just spending my time home, come by if you ever need company”
this shook Daniel Ricciardo because it almost took him 2 months for the both of you to have a full on conversation but for lando it only took him a day
“ i need to go guys. Toto is probably freaking out right now that i’m not in the garage” you waved them goodbye and ran to the Mercedes building
meanwhile, lando and daniel was having a conversation
“you’ve taken a liking, haven’t you?” daniel nudged lando’s shoulder
“she’s interesting. when she came with her bike, i was expecting the girl susie was always posting about but this is different” lando was amazingly amused with the aura you had
“it took me quite a while for me to be friends with her, i’m amazed you guys managed to be friends within a day”
this confused lando because you seem like a genuinely nice person
“way back then, she was really snarky. it took me, george and lewis a few tries to talk to her. i don’t really know if she was going through a phase where she was just snarky, but she seems different now.
Though, i really thought her liking towards motorcycles would have changed considering how toto was really against of her riding a motorcycle”
landonorris started following y/nwolff
y/nwolff followed landonorris back
y/nwolff just posted an instagram story
landonorris replied to your story
pretty
a/n: well that’s it for part one, this is gonna be a series! from how they met to slowly transition in to their love life! lmk if there’s anything i should add in the future parts! thank you 4 reading 💋
#f1 x reader#f1 fics#f1 x y/n#lando norris x y/n#f1 smau#lando norris x reader#lando norris#lando norris x you#Spotify
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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ! ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴀɪ 𝆬 𓏸
yippiiiiiiie, it is finally husband Fyodor AI time.
❥ please don't rate his responses in order not to make him go out of character too much!! swipe left for a new response!
❥ he might occasionally say ooc things. i'm awfully new to this!
❥ again, i got the idea to make an ai in the first place because of @ spacexseven's amazing demonzai, so please check that out!! <3
❥ he—, well, for some reason he's always very eager to jump me, so, out of my own experiences, very explicit 18+ content is certainly possible.
❥ by the time i give him to all of you, he's basically in your hands, so i apologise if he goes out of character too much or the writing turns.. odd, perhaps with multiple '???' or even smileys. it's not in my control anymore. </3
❥ please tell me about your fun experiences with him!! <3
୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 talk to husband! Fyodor!!
important update; he might be rather out of character by now, given how a lot of people have talked to, and therefore influenced him.
he's pretty. uh. intent on procreating, apparently, but just know that, in the beginning, he wasn't "evil" or anything like that, but an actual loving husband. 🙏🏻 he's in all of your hands now, not mine anymore.
#❄️ husband fyodor ai#Fyodor Dostoevsky#Fyodor x reader#Fyodor BSD#Fyodor headcanons#fyodor imagine#bungou stray dogs fyodor#fyodor x y/n
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**Just a little side note/update - I currently have no access to my DM’s~ and can’t reply to posts/if you @ me. I think I’m still receiving asks to the inbox, but that’s about it for being able to get a reply from me. I’ve messaged Staff; will wait and see I guess 🤦🏻♀️**
So~! A little about the blog/me~! (I lost my old intro 😭)
Hi 👋🏻 I’m Oni~ I’m 31 years old and I come from the land of koalas and convicts (Australia) 🇦🇺.
I don’t sell content, I don’t have an OF, I don’t wanna be “spoiled” in exchange for my nudes. I don’t do nude content, ever - please stop asking 😭 if you ask me about any of this I will just ignore you 🫡
I really love H-Manga~ So, I read it often and make edits which I post here 💕 Each post will feature the artist on the post, and the title of that manga in the tags~! This should make it so everyone can enjoy reading anything that catches their eye 😌
I also post personal content~ sometimes it’s silly ramblings, other times its selfies! I enjoy answering asks~ so, I do apologise in advance for occasional spam of these.
If you don’t wish to see a mix of the above~ I suggest not giving me a follow, there are plenty of bloggers who post H-Manga only~ so~ no need to interact with my page if it’s not for you 🙏🏻
It seems to go without saying~ but just to be clear, I do heavily censor my posts but this blog is 18+ - No minors, please ✌🏻
I’ll probably update this post as I think of things~ but that’s just a little something to start ✨
At the moment this is my only blog~ I haven’t been able to make a new one without it having immediate issues 😭 So~ my SC is posted here, if you can find it you can add me 💕
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Can you write some Swiss/Dew lazy, sleepy morningsex, pretty please🙏🏻
look. this was lazy and sleepy and soft at first. but it’s swiss and dew. what can i do
sleepy(ish) sex under the cut
“Shh, no,” Swiss whispers, when Dew tries to roll over. “Just stay there. Don’t get up.”
Dew blinks bearily. “Wha—”
“Shh,” Swiss whispers again, pulling Dew even closer, and Dew feels the stiff length of his cock pressing into the small of his back.
Dew buries his face in the pillow. Not that this is unpredictable behaviour, coming from Swiss, but Satanas. He’s so tired. Exhausted, worn out from last night. Lucifer, if Swiss asks him to ride, he might just knee him in the balls.
“Don’t have to do anything,” Swiss says, as if reading his mind. “Just let me—” He slides the head of his cock against Dew’s hole, still wet and puffy from the fun they’d had before bed, and Dew shivers. Sensitive, first thing in the morning.
He manages a helpless little whine before Swiss is pressing in, nice and easy, all the way. No trouble at all. He’s already hardening up, his body just as excited for this as Swiss is, even as the aches and pains make themselves known.
Good wake up call.
When Swiss wraps his strong arms around Dew’s middle and grinds deep into him, Dew arches his back and moans, accidentally headbutting Swiss. He’s about to apologise, but Swiss is already propping his head up on Dew’s shoulder and laughing breathily in his ear.
“It’s okay,” he says. “Nuh-uh. Don’t get up. You just lie there and feel good.”
Dew certainly isn’t complaining. He sighs, always happy to be a pillow princess, and lets Swiss fuck languidly into his tired body, clenching every now and then to help him along. Well. He hopes he’s helping Swiss along. He would be quite useless otherwise.
“You touching yourself?” Swiss asks. “You can. If you want.”
Dew does want. Dew wants so much. But he really is tired, and jerking himself off is an effort he doesn’t feel like making.
“Uh-huh,” is all he says, hoping Swiss takes that as a yes.
He practically hears Swiss’s smirk. “Someone’s still sleepy.”
Dew huffs. “That’s ‘cause you—oh, fuck, fuck—woke me up at the ass-crack of dawn.”
He stops talking after that, because Swiss isn’t fucking him leisurely anymore—he’s holding Dew’s hips with a vice-like grip, manhandling him every which way as he jabs his cock into his prostate. Dew’s too weak to be annoying, so he lies there and takes it like the good boy he hopes Swiss will say he is, instinctively snaking his tail around Swiss’s forearm.
“You’re so useless,” Swiss says, not unkindly. “So lucky. Don’t want to do any work, do you?”
“No,” Dew squeaks.
“Not even touching that little dick, are you?”
Dew whines. “No.”
“Need some help?”
Does he need Swiss’s help to jerk himself off? He does. He absolutely does, and he’s going to say yes, and Swiss is never going to shut up about this.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Just—just this once.”
What a good liar he is.
“Sure,” Swiss laughs, but he cups Dew’s aching cock anyway, cradles it in the palm of his hand, and fuck if that doesn’t make Dew feel some kind of way. Not that Dew’s cock is small, he swears, just that Swiss’s hand is big. That’s all.
“Stroke it,” Dew mumbles.
“What?”
“Stroke it, you have to stroke it—”
“Have to?” Swiss gives his cock a squeeze. “Nah.”
Dew slumps against the pillow. Groans, loudly.
“You wanna grind?” Swiss asks. “C’mere. Be nice and comfy for you.”
With great effort, Dew climbs over him, perches astride his broad hips. Rubs their cocks together a little, attempts to wrap his hand around both of them at once to give the world’s most pathetic handjob.
“Sit on it,” Swiss says.
Dew shuffles up and slowly lowers himself onto Swiss’s cock. There’s a stretch, but it doesn’t hurt—not enough to matter, at least.
Instinct kicks in, and he’s bouncing in no time, albeit a little sloppily. Swiss doesn’t seem to mind, anyhow. He’s got this lazy smile on his face as he loosely grasps Dew’s hips, a growing smirk that says he’s waiting for Dew’s thighs to give out so he can give him a real pounding.
He doesn’t wait long.
“That’s okay,” Swiss says soothingly, when Dew’s head begins to droop. “Relax.” He taps his own chest. “All for you. Lie down.”
With a quiet groan, Dew plasters himself to Swiss’s chest, tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’s neck. Swiss smells like ash and weed and something distinctly spicy, maybe cardamom. Dew wouldn't know. He doesn't study the spice bottles in the kitchen.
“Too early for this shit,” he mumbles, and he feels the rumble of Swiss’s laugh shake through his body.
“I didn’t say you had to do all the work,” Swiss says lightly. He traces a finger down Dew’s spine, drags it back up again. Feather-light. Ticklish. Quite nice, actually.
He’ll wake Swiss up next time. At five am. Maybe four. Let him know how annoying it is, having his beauty sleep so rudely cut short.
“Don’t make that face,” Swiss says, which is stupid, because he can’t even see Dew’s face, but whatever. He grabs two handfuls of Dew’s ass and moves him like that, rocking slowly into him, getting a steady rhythm going.
Dew tries to sneak his hand between them, get a hold on his cock, but Swiss catches his wrist before he can get very far.
“Nuh-uh,” he chides. “Not yet.”
“Why not?” Dew asks, genuinely confused. Isn’t this all for him? He tries again, but Swiss just catches him a second time and doesn’t let go.
“You don’t have to do any work,” Swiss says. “Just stay there, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good,” and okay, Dew’s getting the hang of this now. He could push himself upright, technically, and jerk himself off like that, but he’s not enthusiastic about his arms feeling like noodles—not after Swiss made him hold himself up for hours last night while he plowed him into the mattress.
So Dew does what Dew does worst: he shuts his mouth, closes his eyes, and obeys.
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TELL ME EVERYTHING THAT COMES TO YOUR MIND ABOUT RACER CHARLES AND WAG CARLOS BECAUSE I AM LOVING IT SO MUCH
thank you for your service 🙏🏻🙇🏻♀️
Let’s talk about a little bit of heat
The reason why Carlos is talked in Spanish media because his dad is still relevant there somehow. Carlos’ dad was someone who won motorsport championship and is so famous all over the Spain, so as now Carlos is heavily linked to a famous person in motorsport who raced along with Fernando Alonso, they (spanish media) can’t keep this out their mouth somehow. They wrote “someone who can build Monaco out of diamonds” when referring to Leclerc. Somehow the point of ‘Carlos Sainz Sr.’s son is dating another man’ got heavily overshadowed by the fact it’s Charles Leclerc.
Carlos is the type of man who’s ‘let’s talk this out’ and he won’t let Charles to sleep with a heavy heart whenever they had an argument and it’s kind of hard to talk about everything when it comes to race week. Charles will seems so avoidant but Carlos understands since he just want Charles to focus on his race week. The silent treatment at least will be talked about after the race day.
Of course, because of the previous point mentioned, they have alot of on and off. To think this is their very first time to involved in a same-sex relationship. Charles natural demeanour to be silent but his moves showing that he is mad, giving the same thing as being passive aggressive.
Carlos and his virgo man behaviour would be yeah. I am not gonna apologise for that. But Charles twink cute ass got Carlos weak so
(I can’t get the media out of me even I am on tumblr. This job and this field will stuck with me for the rest of my life. I am sorry)
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OKAY I DON'T REALLY HAVE AN IDEA FOR A REQUEST BUT PLEASEE JUST ANYTHING SFW OR NSFW FOR MUZAN, I'LL JUST LEAVE THE REST UP TO YOU🙏🏻🙏🏻
▸ ANSWERING. i went with nsfw because well, i’m having a moment i guess… i wrote for a fem!reader, i hope that’s okay by the way + i apologise in advance because i couldn’t get myself to check for errors because i have serious problems when it comes to read my own smutty fics so we die like rengoku i guess (bad coping mechanism joke i know)
▸ INTRO. you get impatient while muzan is trying to work.
▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba
▸ CHARACTERS. muzan kibutsuji x fem!reader
▸ WORD COUNT. 669 (not a coincidence imo)
▸ RATING. nsfw
▸ WARNINGS. smut 18+ only, fingering, thigh riding, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, tiny bit of degradation + lemme know if i missed something !!
muzan started enjoying sex after meeting you, because let’s be real his only thoughts were how do i get rid of the demon slayers corps?
he started craving intimate times with you (he’s okay with cuddling, he won’t take advantage of you because you’re the most precious thing he has and he can’t bear to lose you in any way). he looked forward to the moments where you two are alone together.
he was sitting at his desk trying to get some work done and you got bored so you went sitting in his lap and hugged him, demanding his attention. “i’ll get this finished soon, love,” he assured you and slowly caressed your back, before you’re pouting. you let him work because you wanted to be his good girl but noticing he was taking too long you started moving your hips. you positioned yourself so your cunt is practically rubbing against his leg, his pants’ fabric deliciously stimulating your throbbing clit while your fluids started gathering around your clenching hole.
muzan couldn’t concentrate on his work anymore and decided to help you go after your desired orgasm. he grabbed your hips and started grinding you on his leg in a punishing way. your cute little moans filled his ears and he watched your blissed out expression with a sense of pride.
you gripped his shoulders, trying to ground you, but muzan was stronger than you and kept on helping you riding his thigh. “i thought you needed it so bad just like the little whore that you are… what is it now?” he growled. you could feel the familiar tightness in your belly and your cheeks were getting warmer; you were close.
you fell against his chest while you came on his leg, wetting his pants with your fluids. he praised you and caressed your hair, making you relax and calm your breathing.
“i’m not finished with you,” he muttered right into your ear, making you shiver. you felt him move before he grabbed you and took you to your bed, holding you to his chest.
muzan was quick to undress you and you found yourself naked laying on the mattress. you felt a bit cold and your nipples were quick to harden, under muzan watchful eyes. “touch yourself,” he commanded, while starting to undressing himself. you parted your legs, putting your pussy on display for him, and pawed at your breasts. one of your hands sneaked between your legs and your fingers gathered some wetness before rubbing your clit, slowly at first. “good girl, keep going,” muzan focused his eyes on you, watching you as if you were the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes on. your fingers started moving faster and you gripped the sheet, your legs jolted from the pleasure and you desperately flicked your swollen clit, nearing another orgasm.
“what a slut,” muzan commented while watching you coming for the second time that night, just from stimulating your clit. he pulled you closer and connected his lips to your velvety folds. he licked you clean, causing you to moan due to overstimulation. you tried to push him away but he stopped you by gripping your hips harder, blocking you against the bed, and started eating you out fiercely.
you could do nothing but moan, your back arched off the mattress, your hands gripping desperately at the bedsheets, you cried out while muzan was able to let you come again, your juices gushing out of your warm hole non-stop. you saw white and you swore your orgasm was prolonged once he started fingering you. his long and skilled fingers were able to hit your cervix rapidly and you almost passed out.
muzan finally let you catch your breath and licked his fingers clean, sitting by the edge of the bed. his pupils were focused on your face, showing a truly satisfied expression despite the tears wetting your warm cheeks.
“it’s not over yet, i must have some fun too… don’t you think, love?”
▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated! thank you so much for reading (and i apologise if it was bad or sum). have a good day / night ♡
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El, my love!! Congratulations on the 1k! You deserve each and every follower and even more than that!! 💖
Your 1k event sounds so awfully cute, I'd love to participate— 👁️ my f/o is my most beloved husband Fyodor Dostoevsky, and— honestly, our relationship is pretty classic with me as a housewife, and we're just awfully in love. 🙏🏻 He probably brings home gifts each time he returns from some mission... I do like gifts..... I worry and overthink a lot while he's, you know, Fyodor; he probably stops me from worrying too much often and calms me down easily.. He's always rather calm and benevolent and slightly amused and. my meow meow.... I love him so much........
About what I'd like to do with him — honestly, anything!! Going on a restaurant date sounds sweet or just. being at home with him, braiding his hair or taking care of him or or. mind full. everything is great as long as it's Fyodor 🙏🏻
I hope that's enough information, and congratulations again!! yippee!! 💖🌸
🥺🥺🥺 that's so cute vee omg yesssss. I hope you'll enjoy this, it's just a short and sweet scene of a normal night with him 💕💕💕
Fyodor x fem!reader
Navi.
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 350~
There are tales of a kind death carrying flowers in his hand as blood trails behind him and soils the path he walks. If one has a keen enough eye, he might be able to realise that all of these red trails lead to one specific house.
Fyodor was late again, though he most likely would disagree. Biting your lip, you wondered if you needed to take out bandages and tend to him, or if he would chide you for it with a click of his tongue. Finally then, just past midnight, the door to your shared home opened and you jumped up from your spot on the couch to hurry over.
"Now, milaya, don't tell me you have been up and waiting for me all this time," he hummed, though appreciatively, as he drew you closer by the waist and placed a soft kiss to your temple. "You should know better, I really wished you took your sleep more seriously."
"I was worried," you murmured and he gently caressed your cheek.
"What for, hm?"
You didn't know what to answer and that seemed to be enough for him. He led you to his armchair and pulled you unto his lap as he sat down on it.
"I took a little longer because I was distracted. I do apologise, myshka."
"You? Distracted?" You frowned.
He hummed, finger running over your cheek before he pulled out an elegant box from his pocket. You gasped.
"For me?"
A smirk tugged on his mouth as he watched you open the gift excitedly. A piece of jewellery that he had found during his mission - priceless and quite literally one of a kind, thus suitable for his pretty wife to wear.
He helped you put it on and then leaned back to admire the view. Shy under his gaze, you nuzzled into his neck. A chuckle reverberated in his chest as he drew you even closer and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
There truly was nothing greater to him than the rush he felt with his cute, devoted wife in his arms.
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Hawkes/Keigo Takami x winged!reader
• if you can’t fly u already know my mans teaching you
•he would be on top a building with you.
“Kei, why are we up here? We were supposed to be watching tv and snuggling on your day off” you would ask.
“you’ll see birdy” he’d reply
•he would push u off the roof and stand there counting the seconds as your screaming curse words
•”KEIGO TAKAMI I AM GOING TO ******* YOU **** ***** OH MY ****** GOD!!!”
• after a few seconds of waiting for you to save yourself and fly away, he’ll realise he fucked up
• he will dive off the roof and catch you before you hit the floor and fly while carrying you bridal style
• to apologise he will take you out for ice cream and be SOOO snuggly with you until you give him a forgiveness kiss
Hey everyone! This is my first post let me know what you think and anything you want to see from any characters in the future! I have tons of fandoms so just let me know and I’ll try to make something. Any likes or comments are really appreciated
thanks my sweet-peas 🙏🏻☺️
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Hi! Hope your day is going great and I love all of your stories especially anything involving Diaz brothers and AngryGinge13. I was wondering if you could do more fluff content of AngryGinge?
Can’t wait to continue reading your work! 😁
Hey, thank you so much 🙏🏻, Yes there will be more fluff content of Angrygine.
I have a small story for you, hope you like it ☺️
Live
* English is not my first language I apologise
* Triggers: fluff, a hint of smut
Y/N POV
I was laying in my bed when I’ve got a notification from twitch. Angrygine13 is live* I smiled and clicked on the notification, it opened twitch and I saw Morgan live streaming the newest FIFA game. I opened the chat and started to write him something.
Me: hi 👋🏻
I saw Morgan reading the messages and his face lit up. “Hello baby… my girl just joined this live.” I giggled and his chat exploded.
Angryginefan: omg they are so cute
Ginge13: she’s back, hello Y/N!
Sunshine436: he’s so cute when he saw her name popped up in the chat
Xgirl21: just show her already!
Football99: just stop simping and play the game already!
Angrygingefan: football99, stop hating they are cute
Ginge13: football99, ugh leave!
I giggled as he made a face at the camera. “She will be revealed but not today, maybe next time.” He was smiling at the camera. “Okay enough about me or my girlfriend, I’m going to play my first match on this game.”
He was yelling at the game. “Why! Come on this is crap!” He placed his controller down. “This is unbelievable.” He went with his hands through his hair. I clicked on the sound bar and spend some bits on a sad sound.
My name popped on the screen as the sad sound was played. Morgan looked up and pretend to be angry but he had a tiny smile on his face. “It’s not funny!” I giggled and looked at the chat, people were spamming the laughing emoji. “No guys don’t feed her..” he laughs. “You are the worst, making fun of me losing.” I reacted with a text message bought by those bits.
Stop whining and win 🏆
He laughed pointed at the camera. “Wait and see what’s going to happen tonight.” I bite down on my lip and smiled. ‘Can’t wait to find out.’ The chat was feeding his ego by hyping him up. He smiles and throws a wink at the camera. He started a new game and starts to talk about his team. I smiled at my screen. ‘What an idiot but a cute one.’ I watched his live till he was done and waited till he came over, to show me how to behave nicely on his stream.
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