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forgeofthenine · 6 months

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Who do you think has the biggest breeding kink out of the tiefs? Alternatively, how do you think all three of them would react if you said you had one?

I love some good breeding kink headcanons, and this is a bit of an expansion on my first set of bachelor breeding kink headcanons. I hope you don't mind but I added in some references to tiefling ruts because the two are just so intertwined in my mind now. I hope you like the headcanons, I loved writing them :)

TW: NSFW under the cut, mentions of tiefling ruts, overstimulation

The bachelors with a breeding kink part 2

Dammon

Out of all the bachelors Dammon easily has the biggest breeding kink

He's had the kink since before he met you but it was absolutely reawakened when the two of you got together, particularly when you both start to settle down

It's hard for him to stop his eyes roaming over your body, focusing on your chest and hips in turn, or the way his hands cover your waist as he presses up behind you

Dammons very open with his kinks so he'd honestly be quite surprised if you told him about your breeding kink before he gets the chance to mention his

It's a pleasant revelation though, and make sure you do it on a day you have no other plans

As soon as the words leave your lips he's already throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you up the stairs to your shared bed

You've awoken a beast with that one revelation, and you won't be leaving that house until you're thoroughly bred

He has the stamina of a god and will fuck you like one too, stretching you out on his ridged cock and praising you every time you squeeze around him

"Trying to get me to cum already, baby? Want me to breed you that bad, don't worry gonna fill you up real nice..."

He'd hold a hand over your stomach as he fucks you too, holding you down against the bed with his hands and tail no matter how much you squirm from overstimulation

Just be careful you don't send him into an early rut, or you'll have days of this ahead of you

Zevlor

I don't think Zevlors thought much of breeding kinks, particularly because he feels that part of his life might've passed him by

This is other than when he's in rut, as soon as rut hits you already know he's trying to hide how much he wants to put a baby in you

He's quite happy with your sex life as you both settle into a new life in Baldurs gate, the two of you slowly introducing new kinks of interest

It's when you bring up having a breeding kink and would like to experiment with it when he's out of rut that he actually thinks about the idea

That night, as the two of you are sharing kisses and slowly stripping each other, he asks if you'd like for him to breed you

Honestly, he gets really into it, and he's easily one of the best men to ask about this specific kink

He's pure dilf material, and the way he fucks you with purpose only proves that

The entire time he's so sweet to you, telling you how beautiful you look full of his cum, how well you take every load he gives you

He always presses himself so close, so deep inside of you when he cums, hips firm against yours as he holds your squirming body still on his cock while he fills you

And I don't think I've mentioned this before but Zevlor cums a lot

Between years of being pent up and just having I can't believe I'm typing this big breeder balls, Zevlor will fill you up beyond belief until there's no way you aren't having his baby

Rolan

Rolan can get so embarrassed talking about sex and kinks in the beginning

The first time you'll see his undiscovered breeding kink appear is either when he's in rut or when he's extremely jealous about another man touching you

Even if you've seens hints of it in your sex life, he's still blindsided by you talking about your own breeding kink

It's not a bad surprise for him though, and as the conversation goes on you'll see him shifting as he tries to hide the ways his blood is rushing south

It doesn't take long for him to get into it at all, bending you over the bed and fucking you from behind like he has something to prove

Rolans the type to cum a bit earlier than others but he has less of a refractory period, so he's always filling you until his cum is dripping down your thighs and making a mess

This prim and proper wizard can get behind a messy fuck every once and a while, especially if he's trying desperately to get you off again to feel the way you squeeze around him as you cum, a feeling that always bring him back to his own peak

He wants to hear you moaning his name the whole time too, encouraging you to let everyone know who's breeding you so well

Out of all the men, Rolan would be the one to be most turned on if you respond with saying how good he feels and how much you want him to fill you up with cum

Rolans young and inexperienced but he'll still give you the fuck of your life if you ask him to breed you

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cuteskunkz · 3 months

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.Good Morning Princess₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

(Dom!Mike Schmidt x Sub!Reader)

~Summary: Mike comes home after a long day and needs to blow off some steam.

~Tags: consensual somno, pet names, degradation, praise, cnc, porn with plot lmfao

~Note: This fic is verrryyyy kinky and also my first that I've written in probably 9 years lol. Forgive me if the writing is bad :((( I was super Inspired after reading "So I'm stuck on this shithole island, and I can't even have a smoke?" By stop-talking. U should definitely check them out! Please let me know if you're interested in more <3

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"The things I would do for one day where I can enjoy myself without worrying about the weight of the world on my shoulders" he thought to himself. Mike's car pulled into the driveway and quickly turned off. He was feeling quite frustrated from cleaning the entire pizzeria after it was trashed sometime after he left at the end of his shift yesterday. It wasn't his fault that Steve refused to hire someone to take the morning shift to prevent things like these from happening yet all the repercussions fell into his hands. It was one thing after another for him. His family issues, the bills overdue and piling up, nothing but shitty jobs he had no choice but to work, and cleaning up after some complete assholes didn't make him feel any better. All he wanted was a sense of normality in his life and thankfully you provided that for him.

It was 9am on a bright Wednesday morning. The wind whipped through his hair making him promptly pull his sweater snuggly over his body as he began walking into his house. He unlocked the front door and looked around with a smile, expecting you to be the first thing he sees. It was oddly quiet- usually you'd be up watching tv or reading and listening to music after walking Abby to school yet you were nowhere to be found. He stalked room to room looking for you. A wave of sadness fell over him when he couldn't immediately find you. Were you going to disappear from his life like Garret?

He finally finds you cuddled up in his bed wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts that fit you more like a dress than anything. He took a moment to soak the image in. You were lying on your stomach with one leg propped up. Your hair being draped so beautifully over your shoulders made his stomach flutter. The sunlight spilling into his room through the blinds striped across your skin, giving you a warm look. Any negative feelings he felt before coming home completely washed away, instead being filled with gratitude and love. Where would he be without you?

He took a deep breath in through his nose and picked up the scent of the Versace perfume he got you for your birthday. He knew it was way out of his budget but you deserved only the best. God the things the smell of your perfume did to him. It activated something in him that made his pants fit more snug around him. He palmed his erection while watching you sleep. You look so peaceful like this but Mike couldn't help himself. He had so much pent up inside and he knew that only you could help him blow off some steam. He slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled himself out. There was a coating of precum on his tip that he used as lubricant while stroking himself at a painfully slow pace. He would do anything to fuck you right at this moment but decided to take it slow as to not spoil it.

He felt the pit in his stomach build and began fucking himself into his fist, pretending it was you gripped around his achingly hard cock. Small whimpers left his lips but Mike tried his hardest to stay quiet. He couldn't wake you just yet. "Fuck- this is torture" he thought to himself. He tucked his erection back into his boxers and walked over to the bedside table. He made note of your arm placement. Both of your arms were resting above your head on the pillow, inches away from the headboard. "Perfect" he whispered as he grabbed two sets of handcuffs and held them in front of your sleeping body.

He carefully snapped the cuffs around each of your wrists and then to the headboard. Mike felt like his boxers were going to bust as the seams. He grabbed your waist and propped you up on your knees just the way you like it. This elicited a small groan from you but you drifted back to sleep in no time. The arch of your back made his head spin. He licked his index and ring fingers and slid them into your glistening pussy. He curled his fingers slightly and began pumping into you. Your eyes fluttered with confusion and pleasure. You attempted to prop yourself up to get a visual but you immediately froze. "Good morning princess" Mike cooed.

"M-mike..." you stuttered. It was hard to contain the pleasure you felt in your lower abdomen. "Sorry baby, I couldn't wait until you got up. You looked so good just lying there" he replied in a sweet voice. His raspy voice and fingers hitting just the right spot had you ready to explode. Mike knew how much you loved to be woken up like this so it was a treat to both of you. "How do you want it tonight? I'll give you whatever you want baby, you know that". You knew how rough work has been for him even though he doesn't really talk much about it. You could practically see it in his dark circles.

You tried your hardest to reply, biting your lip and barely squeaking out your response: "h'ever you need sir". You were well aware of what calling him sir meant for your body and you were definitely in for it now. Mike was usually very soft and caring during sex but every now and then, he showed his dominance over you. This was one of those times. "Thank you princess. You always know what I need when I need it" he cooed once more while smacking his calloused hand on your ass. His touch made you yelp but you swallowed down the delicious pain.

He pulled his already unbuckled pants down and off his body with his free hand. "You let me know when you're close, yeah? Can't have you making a mess juuuust yet" he says in a playful voice. "S-sir I can't take much longer...p-please" you begged, trying to free your hands from the cuffs by shaking them around- feeling overwhelmed from his touch. "Aww poor puppy. I just started and you're already about to cum. So sensitive, hm?" He quickened his pace and used his other hand to play with your clit. "Fuck you're so wet for me. You take it so well princess."

You would do anything to please Mike, the guy just needed a break and you were more than happy to give him what he needs to feel better. "Mike... I'm almost there. Please..." you said in a breathy tone before you were interrupted. He completely stopped playing with your throbbing parts, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and began pulling. "What's my name slut?". You felt yourself getting wetter from the power he's displaying. "S-sir please I'm begging" you plead. "I can't take it anymore I'm sensitive". This causes a smirk to creep onto Mike's face.

"I'm sorry baby but that's not a choice tonight. Especially after not knowing your place" he states. He places a smack on your bundle of nerves that causes you to tremble. You love it when Mike felt comfortable enough to show this side of his sexual fantasies. It was invigorating to switch things up like this. You definitely love the caring Mike Schmidt that you fell in love with but you found him so attractive when he towered over you like this. "I understand sir."

He unclasps the cuffs from around you and pats your head gently. "That's better hm? What do you say?" He asks in a softer tone. Even when he's domming you he still always made sure to be considerate of your feelings. "Thank you mister" you say as you flip around to sit close to him and rub your wrists. "You wanna keep going baby? If it's really too much-" you stop him with a passionate kiss. You pull him to sit on the bed next to you by the collar of his shirt. "Of course sir, you can't stop what you started right?" you tease while shooting him a wink.

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*Read part 2 here!*

AHHHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!!!!! I've been so anxious about uploading this so please let me know if you want me to pick up from the cliffhanger :P

#mike schimdt fanfic #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson smut #Spotify

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wannabepapa · 1 year

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I would love to see you lug around a monster pregnancy 😈 huge, heavy, active, lengthy, insatiable cravings fueling explosive growth spurts...

oh is that right? i could probably go into the forest and find myself some unnatural monster that could knock me up. maybe the local cryptid is currently in their mating season and are in desperate need of a mate.

i can set a little camp up in the middle of the forest where the hunters claim there is some demon screeching and scaring off the animals. into the night i hear the creature howling, desperate for someone to answer their call for a mate. they know i'm here but something has them hesitant to come close to me. i let them know i'm safe and mean no harm—i want to be their friend and help them through this difficult time.

it's day two and we've come to an agreement. they breed me and i come to the forest every day for them to see my body change and grow with their brood. they are gentle with their large clawed hands and pointy teeth, large body easily overtaking me as they make me their breeder. i know the moment i'm driving home that i'm pregnant. my stomach is engorged as of i'm already four months pregnant. they had a lot pent up and they were going to make sure i got pregnant

the months roll by in a blur of excited bliss. my body has blossomed in half the time of a human pregnancy and i can feel the oncoming birth. my massive packed gut is a near constant moving thing with the brood inside me fighting for room. all i want is to stay in the forest now that i can't fit behind the wheel of my car without the seat being as far back as it can go. i've gotten too big to do anything but lay in bed or slowly waddle through my house to get food. there are several babies inside me with all the movements and this weird intuition i've suddenly acquired. it's at least three, maybe even four but we won't know until i give birth. i look like someone pregnant with big triplets full term—i am surprised i can even move at all.

unless you would like me to talk about what it would be like to get impregnated by a slime creature or a tentacle monster and carrying their eggs~

#;ask and ye shall receive #tmpreg #nonbinary preg #monster preg #monster fucker #implied multiples #;we love cryptids in this house #;the perfect monsters to go out and find to get pregnant

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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[lays on the floor] I just unpacked the moment I put my dick in the box, as I call it in trans issues. And It really did derail my life, my marriage, and there's a distinct moment I dug out just now doing some meditation and damn.

Warning, by nature there will be some. Adult content inside. Don't look in if easily offended or whatever.

Okay so, I've tried to be as clear as possible without crude how sexual dysphoria has always afflicted me even before I realized that's what it was, or what it was called, or if it was unusual, or whatever.

Like, the short version is your brian is literally wired that way to the point every sexual fantasy urge and pelvic shock you get comes from the angle as if you are some equipped verile male or whatever. That's what the fuck happens. Nobody likes talking about it so everyone shifts awkwardly but that's what it is.

And it leads to certain sexual behaviors. Use your imagination here on how someone that at the time identified lesbian might unwittingly engage with this, from toys to fists, alright.

Thing is, you got a dick you can't use and you will always be edged, that's the problem. So you ever like, see how a man acts when he gets edged? That was me. All the time.

And when you're doing bar flings or whatever, people genuinely love that shit. Like why yes bang the fuck out of me. Short term flings loved that shit. The woman who eventually became my wife would be one.

But we'd been --courting, perhaps was a better word than dating--for about 2-3 years. By then, there was a genuine relationship, genuine care and so on. But one day, while she certainly DID NOT COMPLAIN in the middle of it, she said I'd gotten so rough i hurt her and it was virtually abuse.

And I dunno. I just pulled back. I didn't ever want to hurt her again. I didn't know why I was different. I'd even had trans or intersex exes before but never really made the correlation for myself or understood, really, what that looked like.

It was around then my life imploded. I had to close my show dev. My ex kicked my door in and blood went everywhere my last time. I almost was thrown off a third story balcony. She bailed, and I couldn't blame her. I left everything and hitchhiked out. Vanished to streets. Rebuilt, got a good job--hip flexor tore at the time which is related to both Testosterone and EDS issues I can unpack elsewhere. She came calling for help, i had the money, and there I went, left on heart.

In our time apart, I can't pretend I never like, adrenal fucked anyone. But at the sake of sounding crass, when you're a pent up roadster hitchhiking the US, you and whatever person on a mutual crash course in life that meet in the middle kind of go in looking to get a little banged up. So whatever.

But I came back more like a roommate until we snapfucked, and we were back in it again, but any time she complained about roughness, masculine traits or moements, whatever, it hit that same old button, so it was less and less until it was none even when it needed to be, and she got bitchy and disappeared into her roleplays and put her headphones on and wouldn't talk, so it's not like I could unpack this with her.

And now I'm sitting here realizing, my marriage was broken before I ever came back or got engaged, that's what the fuck the problem was, and now I can actually unpack this shit.

see this is why trans men get insanely horny we were always horny we just like jedi mind tricked ourselves into being ace until we snapfucked and ran from it and then someone pulls the dick out of the box and there's no turning it off fam, buddy's been in there 15 years he has PLANS

#lgbtq #trans

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casspurrjoybell-28 · 6 months

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 36 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

In the days that follow my reveal of everything, Daemon is very gentle with me.

He seems worried about even touching me sometimes.

He probably doesn't want to scare me again, especially after knowing what happened to me.

While I appreciate his concern it's really not necessary.

I trust him with everything I have.

And I sealed that trust in telling him my truth.

The past still haunts me. I still get nightmares and horrible flashbacks.

I still get anxious and sad and mad and all those negative feelings that have been pent up inside me for so long.

But I also feel a bit lighter.

I feel like a weight has come off my chest.

It was really nerve wracking, confessing my past to him.

Because I was afraid of judgment.

Afraid of it being real.

But all that mattered to Daemon was that I'd been hurt.

That's it.

He didn't think of me as disgusting or dirty or bad... all the things I thought of myself because of what happened to me.

He cared that I had been harmed and wanted revenge for my sake.

On the nights I wake up screaming, crying or fighting for my life, he's there.

He's there to wipe the tears away, to reassure me that it's only a nightmare, to hold and kiss me through my distress and show me that he's there to protect me.

When I used to sleep alone, waking up from a night terror was worse than being in it.

The gut-wrenching fear wouldn't fade for hours of insomnia, wheezing for air as I unsuccessfully tried to calm myself.

It was misery.

Time heals but I think time spent with him heals the most.

So when he tells me he can't stay over for a few days I'm a bit disappointed.

But he says he has to work late into the night and early morning, even.

I don't complain because he's done so much for me already.

As for Wren and Jay... that's a bit more complicated.

"Did you know Wren got fucking pregnant?" Lylah screeches into the cell-phone at me the day before spring break ends.

It didn't take long for the rumor mill at our school to get going.

I guess someone must have heard our fight in the hallway.

"I mean..." I trail off, not wanting to add to the drama.

"He always does this... doesn't tell anyone anything until it's too late..."

"So you didn't know about the baby?" I ask. "Was there a baby?"

Lylah sighs.

"I don't think so. He never showed... his stomach, I mean."

"Well I think Jay and him talked so there's that. Have you two talked, though?"

"No. He's been completely AWOL the entire break. I swear when I see him tomorrow he's getting it."

I can't say I'm looking forward to getting off break.

I wake up boiling hot, feeling restless after dreaming about Daemon doing unspeakable things to me.

I've been having a lot of steamy dreams like this lately, which is a nice break from my usual nightmares.

As I turn over in bed, moving my legs, I'm confused when I feel wetness between them.

I hastily yank down my pants, pulling off my underwear to see if I came.

But there's no white stains.

It just looks sticky and clear... I've never gotten wet without direct stimulation from Daemon before, so that's a little off.

Embarrassed, I pull off my soiled bottoms and throw them in the hamper.

Maybe it's just a normal thing for Omegas.

I'm still feeling really feverish when I get to school, dizzy with want for something to quench this feeling.

I must be super dehydrated.

On my second bottle of water in 2nd period, Jay glances at me strangely.

We haven't spoken about what went down with Wren the before the break, the air awkward and silent between us.

"Are you sick?" he asks suddenly. "Your face is flushed."

I take a few deep breaths, blinking at him.

"I d-don't think so..?"

If anything, I'm feeling super freaking horny.

But it's not like I can tell him that.

I clench my legs tightly, trying not to think about the way Daemon touched me in my dream.

It's not long before the familiar wetness between my legs comes back like this morning. Fuck.

"You sure seem like it. You also kinda... smell," Jay sniffs the air curiously.

"I smell?? Is it bad?" I ask, embarrassed.

"Not bad at all, no," Jay replies, leaning in, taking another whiff. "Did you put on some kind of perfume?"

I glance around and notice a couple of Alphas are looking at me, a strange light in their eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I turn away from him, pretending to concentrate on my work.

But all I can focus on is the pulsing in my crotch.

God, I need something.

I just don't know what yet.

By the time lunch rolls around I can barely think straight, so unbearably horny that I had to go to the bathroom to wipe myself off between third and fourth.

I'm approaching the lunch table where Lylah sits when I stumble, feeling faint.

Immediately Jay swoops in to catch me and I fall against him.

"Ash..."

Lylah rushes over.

"Ash,what's wrong?"

I clutch Jays shirt, trying to stand up.

"I'm so hot," I mumble, gasping for breath.

"Oh my God," Lylah says, observing me with wide eyes.

"What?" Jay asks.

"He's in heat."

"In heat? Why did he come to school?"

"You don't understand. He's never had it before," Lylah exclaims.

"He's attracting too much attention."

"Let's take him to my car. I can drive him home," Lylah says and then I'm being picked up into Jays arms, weak against his chest.

I just keep my eyes closed, resisting the urge to scream that I want sex and I want it now.

With a certain Alpha, of course.

Jay unloads me into the car and I mutter a faint goodbye to him, collapsing onto the seat.

"Ash I can't believe you. Walking into a school full of Alphas when you're in heat... you're so defenseless sometimes. Especially when Daemon's not there to protect you." Lylah chastises, turning the ignition.

"Daemy..." I giggle, curling up on the seat.

"Yeah yeah very cute. But imagine the heart attack you're gonna give Lucien."

Lylah shakes her head, turning onto the main road.

It's stiflingly hot in the back of her car and I get the urge to strip my clothes off and spread my legs, though she would definitely not appreciate that.

So instead I sit up, rolling down the window and sticking my face out.

The cool air whipping my face feels amazing and I smile, breathing it in.

I'm finally calming down when my nose scents traces of Daemon in the wind, and my eyes flash open.

"I have to get out," I suddenly declare.

"What? We're in the middle of the road."

"Now. I need to go to him, now."

"Ash no..."

We're stopped at a red light, thankfully but that doesn't stop Lylah from screaming as I transform into my wolf and jump out of the car window, bounding in between cars to get to the sidewalk.

A couple of people honk at me but I don't care.

I run down the sidewalk, taking a shortcut through a random alley to the woods.

I gallop through the trees, my white fur ruffling in the breeze.

He's near. I smell him.

And then I come upon a clearing where he stands, his back to me.

I realize this is where we first met.

Where I him from him but he found me anyway.

The second I approach he whips around, eyes finding mine immediately.

Mate.

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siimjaeyun · 3 years

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blue bag- jay park

genre: fluff, angst, bad boy au

tw: street violence, mentions of gangs

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Jay's reputation at Belift wasn't exactly a secret to most people. The loose uniform with the leather jacket, covered bruises, and exposed tattoos were noticeable to anyone who bothered to pay attention.

Most people would like to assume to not judge him by his appearance, but his character matched it to a tea. He never bothered to give anyone the time of the day, much less even look in their direction. The only people who received such privileges were his closest six friends.

Or anyone who dared to cross his path- including the slight punches he's thrown at the occasional classmate.

But people couldn't see behind his intentions. Like the time he almost beat one of uppers to a pulp when they tried picking on jungwon his first year. All good intentions.

On this fateful day, the teacher had thought a slight change would mix things up. Instead of placing Jay in the back by himself like usual, he placed him right beside you.

"Hi Jay!" Your warm welcome startled him to say the least. Sure, he was used to love letters by other girls, but you didn't really look at him that way.

He stayed silent and placed his head back onto the desk. At the end of class, you bid him goodbye and walked out with your friends who seemed to tattle over him almost immediately.

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After yet again another argument with the rivaling gang leader, he finds himself cornered in the back of an alley way. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to think you could fight five men at once.

Tired, and out of breath, he's barely holding onto himself before there's a final blow to his lower stomach, collapsing onto the ground before him.

The men are about to approach him, this time, aiming towards his back, but retreat at the sounds of a siren.

"Here, hurry! They might come back." He looks up and finds it's you, carrying a bag in one hand and reaching out towards him with the other.

"Get lost." Jay, who is too stubborn to ask for help, attempts to get up before his knees give up on him.

"You can't walk. Stop being a bitch and let me help you." You swing his arm over your shoulder, and pull him up, guiding him towards the exit of alley way. At the closest convenience store, you rest him on a bench, bringing a towel to his face to wipe off the blood from his brow and lip.

"How did you see me?" He barely manages to ask.

"I didn't know it was you until I saw your face, which is very beat up by the way." He observes quietly and patiently waits for you retreat the towel from his face, slowly admiring the way you move your eyebrows while humming a small beat.

“I’m done. I’ll call a taxi to take you home so you can finish up. I’m going to assume this isn’t the first time you get beat up.” Jay, snapping back to reality, stands up quickly and blocks your view of the street.

“I can manage. Now go home.” He nods towards the direction of the grand city.

“You can barely walk. Either I take you home, or text someone to come pick you up.” Jay immediately takes the second option, and searches quickly for his phone before realizing he must of left at it home.

“Go ahead, call the taxi.” He mutters under his breath. The bright lights signal to him that he has arrived, and in silence, you drop him off, and leave, not letting Jay even look back and say a quick ‘thank you.’

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If Jay didn’t know any better, it’s almost as if nothing had occurred yesterday. He’s still wearing his black mask to cover up his bruises, but you walked in with a smile and the same welcome from the past two weeks.

Usually, he would turn the other way or not even bother to look at you, but his slight nod was reassurance enough.

At the end of class, he was almost the last to leave, given that he had woken up from napping the entire class. Rather than seeing the empty room he was used to waking up in, he saw you again in front of him, holding a blue bag.

“Here. Eat well okay?” You left the bag onto his desk and walked out again before he could respond. He stuffed the bag into his backpack and went towards the lunch room he was used to meeting his friends in.

“Jay’s late and beat up. What a surprise.” Sunoo’s snarky comment doesn’t catch him off guard, and instead pulls out the blue bag from his backpack and rests it on the table.

“Oh? Jay brought lunch? Quick, let’s rate his cooking skills.” Before Jay can react, Heeseung had already snatched it from the table, pulling out a Tupperware with a sticky note on top.

“Who’s y/n? And why did she call you a loser?” Heeseung asks, opening the container to a bento box.

“No one, now give it back.” Jay takes back the container, almost admiring the contents inside.

It was the first time his heart began to take notice of you.

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Everyone was quickly suspicious about Jay’s relationship with you. It all started with him publicly going to you and thanking you for the food. Then it was the constant good mornings when you would welcome him at the beginning of class. Then it was the morning coffee, and walking you to class in the morning. He was practically stuck to you when he wasn’t with his friends.

“You know, I think Jay likes you.” One of your friends mentioned casually, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Stop taking those rumors too seriously, he’s just paying back a favor.”

Yet, your friends weren’t the only ones who were beginning to notice. Most noticeably, Jay’s very own friends.

“Sunghoon, I don’t like her, so can you shut up?” Jay, almost irritated by the constant confusion of emotions.

“So, you wouldn’t mind her being so close with Sunoo?” Jake points at your direction. You laughing and trying to hold yourself together while punching Sunoo in the arm.

“No. Of course not." Yet, he still finds himself burning holes into Sunoo's skull as he sees you wrap an arm around his neck to pull him into a head lock.

It seemed as if that was the last straw because in the next moment, Sunghoon was attempting to prevent Jay's next big mess.

"Get your hands off him." Jay commands, catching not only your attention, but those around him as well.

"Relax Jay, she's just playing around." Sunoo gets himself out of the head lock, and looks at your face who's been cleared of any laughter.

"I'll see you later Sunoo." You can't even look at Jay in the eyes before walking off with another friend.

"What's wrong with you? You know she wasn't hurting me!"

"Don't talk to me right now Sunoo." Jay storms off in the opposite direction while Sunoo turns his head to the side at Sunghoon.

"Am I going to die?"

"Not yet anyway. I think if you stay off y/n, maybe it'll extend your life line." Sunghoon states honestly.

"What do you think would happen if I told him she's my cousin?"

"I don't know but I've never seen Jay so..like this. Its a good look on him."

However, Jay is his full fledged rage, begins to shove everyone in his way including a poor freshman who happens to fall in front of your locker.

"Jay what the fuck!? Are you okay?" You crouch down and reach your hand out, giving Jay a bitter feeling.

"Is this how you catch men? You pretend to be the good guy?"

"Excuse me?" You repeat, shocked at Jay's sudden attitude.

"Nevermind just stay away from me? Got it?" You don't even process the words before he dashes off, ignoring his friends who are attempting to catch his attention.

"Sunghoon, what's his issue ?" Sunghoon only let's out a heavy sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

"It's not my business, but I can assure you that anger won't end well."

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And it just so happens that Sunghoon's response was quiet accurate considering Jay's familiar situation. He's been long enough member of his gang to know what territories they're not exactly welcomed.

Yet, he doesn't care and does so anyway because anything is better than having to imagine you with some one else.

"Haven't seen you in a while Jay, must have been busy hmm." The leader mocks him, but it only infuriates the pent up anger within him causing him to land a punch at his gut.

"Don't test me." And as if history repeats itself, he finds himself once more cornered in the back of an alley way. With the collection of bruises forming on his stomach, one could tell he was a kick or two away from a good surgery.

"Jay! Stop!" He curses himself mentally when he watches you run towards him.

"You better leave pretty one...I mean unless..." He approaches you, reaching for your chin to tilt it sidewards, leading to Jay using his last strength to push him off you.

"Don't touch her." Jay grits his teeth, earning a smirk that quickly turns into a frown at hearing the sound of police sirens.

"You got lucky this time." He flees the scene leaving you again with a bloodied up Jay.

"You promised me to not fight anymore!" Jay chooses to ignore you and limps away to a nearby post.

"And I told you to stay away from me y/n. I don't need people like you to worry about me because they pity me" He responds.

"How am I not supposed to worry when you left so suddenly? One moment we're good and the next you're mad at Sunoo and everyone?" You place him on the stair case while getting your first aid kit ready.

"How am I supposed to stay away when you worry me? Do you have any idea how fast I ran here with this when Jake told me you weren't at your house?" You continue to apply a bit of alcohol on his open cuts.

"I'm sorry, I was upset. I saw you with Sunoo earlier and I don't know what came over me. Sunoo is so darn perfect, and what about me? I was afraid you'd leave me." Jay mumbles the last part quietly, but you manage to hear it well.

Without much hesitancy, you press a light kiss onto his bruised and swollen lips. He gasps slightly but manages to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm not leaving okay, I'm here to stay if you want me to." Jay grabs you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Please stay." He mumbles, letting his grip on you get stronger. He stays there for a while, before looking at the blue bag in your hand.

"What's this?"

"I brought some dinner because I figured you would be too lazy to do it yourself and end up eating frozen nuggets again." He smiles slightly before admiring your features.

"I really like you y/n.." Jay confesses, still in the position of hugging you.

"I like you too Jay...I really do." A grin forms on his face and he drops another kiss on your cheek before leading the way out.

Perhaps Jay wasn't exactly perfect, but you always knew he was more than ready to love and learn by your side.

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a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts haha, but I figured we could all use a little fluff with everything going on :( <3

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #jay #enhypen riki #enhypen jay

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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years

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I finally got around to doing this, but once again congrats on 1k baby<33 This is very loosely done, kinda based on CA:CW and then more general towards the end! I also had fun putting together a little moodboard, I tagged you on the post since I prefer the way it looks on tumblr but I also 'glued' it together for you lol

I ship you with civil war!bucky / beefy!bucky. Weaving through the streets and markets of Bucharest, he is constantly looking over his shoulder, fingers clenching around the straps of his backpack. His only possessions are kept inside it. Bucky is always on guard, shoulders tense, ready to make a run for it. You often remind him to take a deep breath; he remembers your hands on his large ones, gently unclasping his fingers, and automatically he follows the movement on his own by now.

From what I can see you are unbelievably sweet; a kind and gentle soul which would compliment beefy!bucky so well. Paper is often scattered all over the table, scribbled notes, pictures, remnants of his past, and what doesn't fit there occupies the dimly lit countertop of the kitchenette. You don't mind it though, you'd take this over the nightmares every day. The mess is perfectly stacked pretty quickly, knowing that tomorrow brings another scrawled thought, or maybe a sole word. Sometimes you wonder just how long he can stare at that same picture of his childhood best friend. Aside from Steve you're his only link to the present.

This Bucky is, as I often see you calling him, a beefy puppy, quite literally lost and following you around like a puppy. (Really just because he's insanely protective of you and sometimes it's more so you following him around— though if we're talking canon civil war events, he doesn't leave the apartment often.) He puts up a tough front during the day, your oversized protector, only showing softness towards you, and clings to you during the night. Loves having his hair played with, and the other way around he loves holding you in his arms. Extremely needy, in...every single way, like he's got a lot of pent up emotions frustration. Mir oh my god imagine wearing his red henley?? He would be ✨feral✨

You don't understand just how touch starved he is, and he doesn't want to admit it either at first, but it's kind of hard to miss when he starts constantly needing your love and affection. If you don't mind he'd have you sitting comfortably in his lap 24/7. He's extremely careful with you because he's scared of hurting you. Soft forehead kisses, lots of reassurance and sweet nothings — this puppy will melt in your hands. The bond between you would be so strong; Bucky trusts you, which is a rarity with him. Not to be cheesy but deep down it will always be you and him against the world.

rae... no. there's no WAY you spent the time to make this for me?THIS, my literal dream— for me? i love you so freaking much. he is my beefy puppy, you captured him so well just as i envision him🥺 :

this means more to me than you could ever know. your beautiful brain created all this for little ME? so i have to tell you that i've been working on a fic about Bucky in Bucharest. i've been really insecure about it— tremendously unmotivated and defeated, honestly. this gives me something to look forward to; something to want to explore again. besides these glorious words i could only ever dream of, you've given me something i can look at, that i can admire and find my words i seem to have lost, inside of this.

thank you.

i appreciate you so much; always taking the time to share and let me know you've read something i've written, no matter how terrible i may deem it; and now you've gifted me this. you always cause such warmth in my heart. i am so thankful for tumblr for have placing someone like you in my path. this is exactly why i joined it again, to share and to love the brilliant minds of creative angels, but i never could have pictured someone as wonderful and thoughtful as you. thank you. i can't fathom that someone like you could ever find a little bit of inspo in someone like me to create all of this, but it is unequivocally appreciated. i don't even know what to say other than my love for you is infinite 🖤

#CRYING for the forseeable future #saving this forever and ever #lavendercitizen #mir's friends #mir x bucky #everyone check in on me i'm NOT OKAY

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webofstories · 3 years

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Never Hurt You - T.H *TW and Fluff*

Summary: Y/N was in an abusive relationship before meeting Tom but never told him. When they get in a fight, Tom realizes that Y/N gets scared of him, and she has to tell him about her past.

Warnings: abuse, mentions of abuse, arguments, angst, scars, angry!Tom

They forgot how they got to this point. In the midst of the yelling and slamming of doors, they wouldn't be able to tell you what even started the argument.

Tom was convinced he did nothing wrong, and she was trying to explain her feelings. Neither of those things went together.

Tom started doubting whether anything he was saying was actually right or not... but something inside his thick skull just couldn't seem to be bothered to listen to a word she was saying.

"Tom, please!" Y/N yelled, exhausted from the fighting, "Can we just stop? I don't want to fight!"

Her stomach had been tied in knots, feeling like she was about to throw up. Tom was so angry, so frustrated... she didn't want the worst to happen.

"No, Y/N!" He yelled, making you flinch. You were scared, that instinct knowing that Tom wouldn't hurt you was out the door.

"You're being so fucking difficult and unfair about this. Why can't you just see that?!" He yelled once more.

You felt hot tears brimming in your eyes, refusing to allow your lip to quiver. You were scared for him to come closer, scared everytime he moved. Tom was so blinded with anger to notice that you flinched everytime he moved or raised a hand.

Your past relationship was so present in your mind that shooing the thoughts and trauma from it away wasn't possible. Your ex lover hurt you... badly.

Emotionally and physically, everything about this stupid argument with Tom was bringing you back to those times, making you want to cower in the corner.

"I-I'm sorry," your yells had been dying down to mutters, done with the arguing, "I'm just going to go to bed..."

You didn't want to tell Tom about your previous relationship. It was trauma you haven't battled yet, let alone tell another living soul about it. The only people that knew were you, your ex, and the nurse that always helped you when he was done cracking your ribs and . The thought was terrifying.

"No, don't you walk away from me!" He says through gritted teeth, grabbing your arm as you turned your back to him.

You feet couldn't turn around quick enough before he grabbed your arm, not missing a beat as he pulled you into his chest. He rage in his eyes- it was terrifying.

"Don't turn your back on me!" he yells in your face, making you want to do nothing more than disappear.

He back handed you hard enough to fall to the floor, making the side of your face throb. Your heart was racing, you couldn't be anymore aware of his every little movement.

"Please!" You screamed pleadingly, holding your hands out infront of you as if it would stop him, "P-Please, I'm sorry!"

He rolled his eyes, acting like he was going to walk away and just leave you there. Relief washed over you for a second, but quickly crashed down as his boot collided with your stomach, kicking your back into the coffee table.

"You're pathetic."

You screamed and dropped your entire body to the floor, your hands infront of yourself as you hid your face away from Tom's view. Your flashback made your skin crawl and it all felt too real. You're tears were pouring down your face- this wasn't happening.

"I'm sorry!" You quickly yelled, not even knowing what you were apologizing for, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't..."

Your voice trailed off as you broke down into tears on the floor. Tom stood there infront of you, absolutely stunned.

His heart was beating out of control out of the hour long argument and concern for you in this moment. As he looked over your body, it just screamed defense. Like someone was about to beat the crap out of you.

The sound of her tears made his heart stop. He couldn't take it- how did he miss all the signs? He didn't realize he noticed her flinching, her eyes tearing up, and her feet shuffling her further and further away from him as he yelled.

Those were all signs and he ignored them because he was angry? He hated himself.

He didn't know what to do, let alone how to fix this. He was so in shock that it took him a minute to clap back.

Eyes on you, he crouched down to your level, sticking his legs out infront of him as he sat on the floor next to you. You were backed up against the couch, and the sight made his heart hurt incredibly.

"Love?"

His voice was soft now, tender and sweet. You noticed, but felt so embarrassed. Your arms were wrapped around you now, scared to look up from your knees. He sounded like he put 2 and 2 together. You were scared.

"I'm sorry..." you whisper, your voice hoarse.

"You're not the one who should be apologizing." He whispers back, just wishing to see your pretty eyes, yet, he hated when they were filled with tears.

Tom had seen the scars on your body before. He never questioned them, but seeing as you never talked about your ex and you always flinched at a simple touch or movement of a hand, he always had a suspension that your ex hurt you. He didn't know just how badly.

"Those scars on your back..." Tom whispers, wishing he could hold you, "Did he do that?"

Your eyes met his at his word, his heart aching as he took in their red, puffy state. Your cheeks were tear stained and you were breathing heavily, your throat feeling dry. Tom hated himself for triggering this reaction out of you. He hated seeing you cry.

You nodded your head, answering his question without words. It was so hard to talk about. He deserved to know, but you didn't know what to say.

"But... why?" Tom didn't want to pester but he needed answers. He knew there was no excuse for hurting someone. "Who would want to hurt you?"

You felt like your throat was closing up on you. The saddest part was that he never had a reason for hurting you. It was all... natural to him.

"He never needed a reason," your voice croaked, shuffling your feet, "Not drugs, not alcohol, not a mental illness... it was just me."

"That's ridiculous, darling, don't tell yourself that," Tom said sternly, placing a soft hand on your knee, "There's no excuse for what he did. It was nothing that you did, it was his choice."

"But he always got so angry with me-"

"Y/N, listen to me." Tom scoots closer to you, placing you in his lap. It startled you, but he wraps his strong arms around you and you suddenly felt safe.

"Any guy that puts a hand on a woman or anyone else is a waste of creation. He deserves hell for what he's done to you, and there's no reason for him to even hurt a hair on your head." Tom speaks strongly, making you look him in the eye as his thumb caressed your arm.

"You get on everything single one of my nerves and I've never once thought about even flicking you, love. I'd never hurt you, never in a lifetime or more... it just makes me love you more. You mean too much to me to even think about it." he whispers shakily.

Tom had tears in his eyes, your sensitive boy. You smiled at him, tears on your lips as you wiped them away. You cupped Tom's face in your hands and brushed your small thumbs under his eyes gently, caressing the tears off his face. He smiled, leaning into your touch as he closed his eyes. He'd never hurt you.

"I believe you." You whisper, resting your forehead against his.

His hand rubbed your lower back gently, cupping your cheek oh-so-tenderly as he placed the lightest of kisses on your lips.

"I'm sorry for arguing with you and triggering that, pretty girl... I've been frustrated with work and shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry." Tom admits, guilt pinging his heart.

"It's okay," you chuckle a bit, kissing his forehead gently, "It takes two for an argument, so I'm sorry too."

Neither of you said anything else as Tom picked you up and carried you to the bed you shared. With whole hearted intentions, he removed all your clothes, which were tear stained. Lightly touching the scars on your back and stomach, he layed you down and peppered kisses on all of them.

He removed his clothes and slid into bed next to you, doing nothing but holding you close. Nothing else needed to be said, for everything happened that was supposed to happen.

Tom was happy that he knew about your past despite the pent up rage he had inside him for your ex. He'll learn to let it go.

With drooping eyes, you fell asleep with parted lips, facing Tom. He couldn't help but stare at what he had infront of him, letting out a sigh of content as he pulled you closer to his body.

He whispered one last thing before slipping into a peaceful sleep.

"I'd never hurt you..."

He never wanted to lose this.

#marvel #the avengers #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #peterparker #tomholland #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #angst #fluff #imagine #smut #tom holland fanfiction

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creepypocky · 3 years

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Hello dear! May I have a romantic and Nsfw creepypasta match-up please? Feel free to ignore this if they are closed but if you do choose to do this then thank you so much! I hope you have a great day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm a big extrovert, goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back. I can have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part.....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. Also if they told me that they "Needed" me I would also die on the spot...in a good way. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt. Things I don't like are impact play or the whole "Daddy kink" It kinda just makes me cringe

I also don't think I really have a type but.....I do tend to love people who are brooding, and intimidating on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside because that's how I am sometimes. I hate people who are fake or just passive aggressive because they are super annoying to deal with and honestly if you have something to say then just say it to my face rather than behind my back.

Hello :)

|| I enjoyed reading through this. I'll definitely work on it now. ||

I match you with ~ Jeff The Killer!

First off, he really likes your size and style, he has a think for small girls that can still be tough and that’s something he loves showing off when you get together lmfao, he’s like, “Yeah, my girls strong. Fuck you gonna do about it?”

Now, Jeff is a really unstable, violent guy. A lot of people (even me) don’t even see him ever being interested in being in a relationship, so when the creeps saw Jeff with his arm around you, they were immediately baffled by it.

The truth is, though, this man totally wants to have someone by his side, someone that accepts him even though he’s a killer. Someone that’s open to his feelings and is willing to look past all of the horrible shit he’s done.

You’re like that to him, it took him a very long time to get used to how he felt for you at first. At first he thought his brain was just being stupid, but Jeff isn’t dumb. He knows what these feelings feel like, and he recognized them almost immediately after that.

Jeff is really insane, and he constantly leans on you for support and depends on you to keep him leveled at times. It can get pressuring, but despite it all he always makes sure to not blame you if he ends up doing something dumb because he knows it’s not your fault.

He finds your clothing style pretty hot, he really loves badass kind of outfits with leather and band names, because as I said, he loves to show off that his girl is “cool” or something.

He thinks your resting bitch-face and cold exterior is really badass too, being around you always gives him so much confidence and its a great change from the usual fake confidence he has around everyone that he keeps up as a defense mechanism when in reality he was always pretty insecure.

I honestly think Jeff is an extrovert too, like he loves being around people and interacting with them (When they’re not normal people and don’t think he’s hideous, that is). I canon this mostly because when hes alone, then he’s also alone with his thoughts and his thoughts always end up wandering to his insecurities and what he hates about himself, but you often catch him during these times and you reassure him that everything will be okay and that you still love him.

He totally relates to being the friend that says stupidest shit, you two will often just go up to one of the creeps and just start spouting random shit. He honestly fucking loves being goofy with you, and you two are always creating awesome memories together when you prank the other creeps and sometimes each other and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you do stupid shit that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger, he’s always quick to get to you and make sure you’re okay, he would probably panic a lot though. Like, “What the fuck, dumbass?” “How the HELL did you do that???“ as he’s frantically trying to solve the situation. Will most definitely sit there and laugh at you for a good 5-10 minutes once the whole thing is dealt with though.

You being able to stick up for your friends is one of the great qualities about you that he absolutely adores, especially since before he became a killer he would always get bullied and nobody would ever stick up for him, so one day when you defend him against a bunch of assholes it just warms his heart up and makes him feel so loved, but he most likely wont admit that.

He’d let it slip eventually though.

When you’re feeling self-destructive, he is 100% there for you. Although he’s not really the best at giving advice, he’ll still sit there with you and let you talk your heart out and will listen to every single word because he wants to show that same contribution towards you that you’ve shown him. He’ll constantly reassure you that not everything is your fault and that you’re strong, and he’ll make little promises to you.

If it was a person in particular making you feel that way though, he’d definitely make sure to pay a visit to the motherfucker.

He admires your determination to fight for the things you want, but to an extent. He hates it when you overwork yourself or push beyond your limits to the point where it destroys you, and he wants you to know that you’re not alone and you can ask for help, you don’t have to destroy yourself. He’s more than willing to stay right there, by your side.

He understands hiding your true emotions, because well, he’s had to do it a lot around the other creeps and around his family when they were still alive. So he won’t ever push you to talk about somehting if you don’t want to, but he doesn’t want you to pretend to be okay either. He’s more than willing to just lay with you and do whatever you want if it would make you feel better.

He honestly likes how you have a southern accent at times, when he’s feeling upset or like his sanity is draining, your accent really soothes him so sometimes he’ll ask you to lay it on thick because he could honestly listen to you talk to him and listen to your accent all day if he wanted to.

It’s good that you like cigarette smoke because I canon this man smokes very often.

When it storms at night, he’ll always hold you close to him with a blanket and just listen to the storm sounds with you because it soothes him too. This man is really pent up from feeling driven to constantly murder and just sitting with you listening to the rain and thunder is one of the main things that level him.

He’s really not the best.... at cooking.... but, this means you can cook often for him since he won’t for himself. B)

He will just put you in a car and drive for hours to no destination and blast that 80s and 90s music just to see that smile on your face.

This man will 100000000000% destroy any spider within a 10 mile radius of you.

He understands not liking people who are fake because there were a lot of people who talked shit about him when he went to school, and when he has a problem with someone he will always say it to their face and make them understand that they’re a piece of shit to him.

NSFW:

You like being dominated and guided? Good, because this man is at least 95% a top. He thinks it’s adorable that you’re shy and will most definitely be willing to guide you through the whole thing and tell you exactly what to do for him.

Jeff is really possessive tbh, so when he’s fucking you he will constantly say shit like,

“Fucking mine”

“You’re nobody elses“

“You belong to me, only”

This man will definitely bite you everywhere, he lives to just throw you down onto the bed and start biting everywhere on your body and making sure to leave marks just so you know exactly who owns you.

Don’t worry honey, he will spend hours just filling you with his cock and telling you that you cant cum unless you beg more, or he’ll just pull out right when you’re about to cum on him and just slap your folds with his fingers as a way to make fun of you.

He’ll call you things like, “baby” “dollface” “darling” when he’s feeling passionate but oh boy if he’s feeling angry or he’s punishing you? Be prepared to be degraded all night.

There we go <3

Sorry if this is too long lmfao, I just think that Jeff is a really misunderstood piece of shit. I hope you’re having a great day and taking care of yourself, and I hope you enjoyed this matchup. :)

#creepypasta smut #creepypasta #matchup #creepypasta matchups #jeff the killer #anon ask #smut

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ethanharli · 4 years

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Requested: 😘 i want to request, Reader is Eggsy ex-boyfriend (I guess) because Eggsy suddenly dissapear (coz his job being a spy) and no contact at all. One day reader see wounded Eggsy chased by some guy(VILLAIN) and reader help him to hide. And maybe some couple argument then room become heated and they can't help to touch each other lmao. Maybe some rough or kink to reminisce their relationship? Well anything is fine 😙

Pairing(s): Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): Slight Angst (but mostly fluff), Slight Arguing, Nfsw/Smutt, Kinda rough, Definitely biting, Couch sex, Begging.

A/n- I have never seen Kingsman and I have no idea if it takes place in a city (cause that's what I did and I realized it right when I finished it). And I'm sorry if this is bad :"(

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Pushing my hands deeper into the pockets of my jacket I looked at the night sky, letting out a long drawn out breath, just to watch it blow away in the cold air. I always made it a habit to go on cool night walks, but they always feel lonelier then they used to, mostly cause I used to go on these walks with my ex-lover. It's been about two, maybe three years since he disappeared, just up and left with no way to get in contact with him, and I've slowly made peace with the fact I might not ever get to see him again, so all I can do is hope that where ever he is, he's okay. Taking a deep breath I headed down the sidewalk, trying to avoid the people that walked by, but out the corner of my eye I spotted two people running on the other side of the street, and I couldn't help but feel like one of them seemed familiar.

Looking down the side walk and back towards were I saw them, I didn't know what to do, on one hand I wanted to see what was going on but on the other I just wanted to head home. "Fuck it" After a moment of thinking it over I quickly crossed the street, making my way down the path they had ran, cursing once again when I found a gate blocking my way. Ripping off my jacket I let it fall to the ground before gripping onto the gate and swiftly pushing myself over it, hitting the ground on the other side with a soft thud. A small huff slipped past my lips as I saw only two paths, both left and right, most noise and footsteps coming from the left so I headed towards the right, "If I'm quick enough I might be able to get there before them."

Picking up the pace I quickly darted around the corners, using my security guard training as a way to keep a steady breath and cut corners. Finally making it to a clearing I saw the street was bustling with people, so taking a deep breath I headed to the other side of the alley, seeing the two quickly heading this way. So pressing my back to the other side of the wall I hid from their vision, quickly grabbing the arm of the one being chased as he came out of the alley and pulling him to the side. "What the-" I didn't let him continue as I dragged him into the crowd, watching as the other person let out a frustrated huff, scanning around on last time before walking away.

"[Y/n]?" I instantly turned at the call of my name, about to question how they knew it until my eyes meet a familiar blue pair. "Eggsy.." My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him, his brown hair obviously slick with gel but slowly starting to fall in front of his face, lips slightly parted as he panted for breath, but his eyes had me captivated, as they always did and I didn't know how to feel, torn between hugging him or yelling at him. Yet, once I heard a soft hiss slip past his lips as he gripped his side I pushed my feelings away and gently rested my hand on his shoulder, guiding him through the crowd, "Let's get you patched up." We didn't speak much on the way towards my apartment, he mostly sent awkward glances my way but I was to stuck in my own head to really care.

So when we arrived I made sure to check around making sure we weren't followed before I got him inside and settled him on a chair in the living room. "Take your shirt off, I need to look at the wound" I spoke bluntly, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it's him, that he's here, after three long, painful years of nothing, he's finally here. Shaking my head I pulled out a first aid kit from the top cupboard, making sure to take a seat in front of the injured male, while trying to make sure my eyes didn't wander over his bare torso. Yet I immediately spotted the medium sized bruise on his side, it was a nasty shade of dark purple and I could tell it'll last for a long while, so, I went to work.

Five minutes, it took five minutes of him staring at me and gently pressing a heated pad to his side for him to finally say something. "You're still here? You always talked about moving, you worked hard so you could" His tone was soft and steady, but hesitant and I can't really blame him for that. Fidgeting every so often under my touch, trying to relax against the chair as I tapped my foot against the wooden floor, "Yeah well, that was before my boyfriend just up and disappeared out of no where." I didn't mean for the words to come out so harsh, but I couldn't deny the anger that slowly bubbled up within me. All the pent up anger and frustration over the years that I tried so hard to forget about, coming crashing back in one big tidal wave.

"[Y/n], I'm sorry I-"

"You're sorry?"

My eyes narrowed as I glared at him, trying my best to keep my anger under wraps as I grit my teeth together, "You left! Do you know how hard it was to know I went to sleep with you in my arms, thinking everything was alright, that we were alright, only to wake up with you gone." My body tensed at the memory of that night, remembering how we laughed and kissed, like there wasn't a thing wrong in the world and it was just us two. Going to bed with him in my arms, and telling each other 'I love you,' only to wake up alone, with all his stuff gone as well, "[Y/n] I had no choice." Something in me seemed to snap as I quickly stood from my seat, the hand that kept the warm pack on his side tensing slightly, as I leaned over him, not caring about the close proximity when I rested my hand on the back of the chair, trapping him between it and myself.

"No choice? You could've told me you were leaving! I spent three years- three long agonizing years thinking you left cause you didn't want to be with me anymore! And if that were the case then why not just fucking tell me?!" I couldn't stop the sudden rise of my voice, glaring into his blue eyes as I brought myself closer to him, making sure to keep eye contact even if we were only a few inches apart. Letting out a heavy breath I ignored the heat rising in his cheeks as I pressed forward, "I spent countless nights looking for you! Wondering where the hell you could've gone, and wondering if you were alright, cause I was scared shitless!" Tears slowly gathered in my eyes as I looked at him, feeling my heart ache in my chest, not feeling the way his hands rested on my arms.

"I was told to give up, I was told to accept the reality that you were probably dead, but I couldn't- I couldn't because I lo-!" My eyes widened when he pulled me down into a desperate kiss that I couldn't help but sink into, letting my eyes flutter shut as I brought my hand to the back of his head, running my fingers through the soft brown strands as our lips slid together perfectly, and I couldn't help but remember those countless nights we shared before as I dragged my tongue along his lower lip, shyly brushing our tongues together when he finally granted me access. However my hands traveled beneath his thighs, making sure not to touch his bruise as I hoisted him up and moved us towards the couch, pressing his bare back against the couch cushions before I peeled off my shirt and threw it to the side. I practically drank in the sight of him, a rosey red blush coated his cheeks and dusted lightly over his shoulders, his chest rising and falling as he panted softly, "Absolutely stunning, every god damn inch of you."

His blush only seemed to deepen from my words, while our noses bumped together slightly as he quickly pulled me back down into a feverish kiss, my hands trailing over his torso, rolling my thumbs over his nipples, forcing a high pitched whimper past his throat that had my cock throbbing from the sound of it. "Good to know you're still sensitive here" A sly smirk was brought to my face as I leaned towards his neck, dragging my tongue up his heated skin before I chuckled softly and bit down, "Ngh!" His pleasured grunts and roll of his hips against my own encouraged me to continue, making sure to litter his neck and shoulders with multiple love bites, as my thumbs continued to toy with his perky buds. "F-Fuck, [Y/n] please.." Sitting up I adjusted myself between his legs, drawing my tongue over my upper lip as I looked down at him, "C'mon baby, you know what to do" He narrowed his eyes at me in slight irritation but he knew as well I did that he enjoys it. So propping himself up against the armrest he looked me in the eyes as he unbuckled his pants, "Please [Y/n].. I need you, I need to feel you," He panted softly, beginning to slide out of his jeans and boxers, "Please, fill me up."

The mere sight of him nearly had me choking, and I hadn't realized just how much I missed the feeling of him beneath me, the feeling of him pressed against me. In a quick motion I brought my fingers to my lips, coating them in my saliva before moving them between his legs and positioning my middle finger at his entrance, "You ready sweetheart?" Watching him nod I let out a drawn breath before slowly pressing my finger inside him, watching him squirm a bit and I couldn't help but notice how tight he is.

"Let me kn-"

"Move."

His breathy moan caught me a bit off guard, but I was happy to comply and started to thrust my finger at an even pace, letting my lips continue to explore the unmarked places of his neck before sliding in another finger, "Ngh, Fuck" His moans only spurred me on and I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortably tight my pants have gotten. "Please just- just put it in [Y/n] please!" With a low chuckle I nodded my head, pulling my fingers out of him so that I could take off my own jeans and boxer briefs, then position my tip at his entrance, slowly pushing inside of him and shuddering at the feeling of his tight walls around me. "Fuck! Y-You can move" Letting out a soft pant I slowly rocked my hips, letting us both adjust until I quickened my pace, searching for a certain spot I had memorized years ago.

His nails dug in and raked down my back, letting out a broken shuddering moan that let me know I had found it, "There! Shit-" He groaned out as I made sure to hit that spot, raising my hand to gently wipe away the tears that gathered in his eyes before capturing his lips with my own, feeling his hips jerk when my other hand made it's way to his throbbing cock, causing my core to sting when he moaned into my ear, "I-Im gonna cum" He hissed softly, now rocking his hips with my own. "Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me" I spoke huskily, running my thumb over his tip while hitting his prostate dead on. Causing his body to shudder and tense beneath me, cumming into my hand as I speeded up my thrusts, hearing his breath hitch in his throat, "In or out?" I asked through clenched teeth, feeling him wrap his legs tightly around my waist, "In."

So with a quick thrust I came inside him, letting out hard batted pants that mixed with his own, and I couldn't help but lay on his chest, cuddling into him like I had done many times in the past, loving the feeling of his fingers running through my hair, I was tired, we both were, but I was scared to fall asleep, "Eggsy.." I spoke softly, looking up into his eyes as he smiled back at me, "Yes?"

"Please be here when I wake up.."

"I will, I promise."

And to my surprise, he was.

#kingsman #x male reader #x seme male reader #eggsy x reader #eggsy x male reader #eggsy x top male reader #eggsy x seme male reader #eggsy x dom male reader #kingsman eggsy

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positivelypositive · 3 years

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hey! i hope you're doing good! ❤️

i hope you don't mind me venting :')

so i'm a teenager girl and bisexual, raised in a homophobic and uneducated household. i'm fairly sure i suffered from depression (i can't be sure since i couldn't see a professional) for several months a few years ago and since i'm in a family where my feelings don't matter much, i only had myself and a few friends online to get out of it.

to make it quick, said friends left me and ruined my trust in everyone and the last bit of socialism i had in me, the girl i loved back then destroyed me and my feelings by lying about everything 24/7, i got my ideas (as a hobbyist writer and graphist) stolen from me, i was harassed online because of my old friends, i suffered from suicidal urges and on and on...

now there are high chances that i'm suffering of undiagnosed adhd, dysthymia and anxiety. i'm still as alone as before, with a very restricted friend circle, a phobia of interacting with people and of creating anything artistic no matter how much ideas i have in addition of having extremely poor sleep.

i'm constantly the second option in the household, always after my brother, always the lesser child, always the fat one, always the "okay" one no matter what i do, always the one that has to understand the circumstances every single time there is a problem because i'm so mature for my age.

i'm feeling more and more passionless, i can't seem to get anything done, my studies are ruining my health (i'm in the middle of my summer break for the moment), i'm getting disconnected from the world, people's feeling hardly impact me anymore or i just burry my feelings to not feel anything.

even my old hyperfixations don't succeed to make me feel alive. i'm lonely, my friends are just as sick of their lives as i am.

i'm tired, i very much am, i want to end it all.

i've been dragging these feelings and trauma for more than 6 years, with no parents to acknowledge my efforts to stay healthy and alive nor any proper emotional support. i can't let out any feeling anymore, everything is tearing me to shreds in the inside.

i don't know anymore, am i the problem? is everything going to be solved if draw a line on living? i have no idea anymore.

hey anon,

i'm sorry you're struggling with this. i want to begin by telling you that no you are not the problem and whatever the problem is, ending your life isn't a solution.

anon, the thoughts you have in your mind are quite intense right now. i would strongly suggest getting professional help if possible.

as for your artistic endeavours, i think a creative outlet will help you release the pent up frustration, for sure. if you're unsure about sharing your talents, start by creating just for yourself. later, if you feel like you are ready to share with others, you can do that.

don't keep it in, anon. any of it. talk to a therapist and pet your creative juices flow. you are in need of a release. let yourself get it.

sending you courage and positive vibes ✨

#positively positive #anon ask #life #answered

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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are you bored yet?

synopsis: with uncertainties in life you cant say for certain if you and fred being together is a good thing or bad thing. so many things are running through your mind as you spend watching the sunset with the love of your life, fred weasley.

pairing: fred weasley x female! reader (i swear im like obsessed w him i need therapy fr) words: 1,503 genre: fluff omg so much, romance, song based, writing challenge, one-shot

a/n: so this is based on the song are you bored yet by wallows. and this is for the writing challenge of @lunalovecroft. i had so much fun writing this and as u can tell im currently in a fred spiral and its out of control but idc tbh. he is so beautiful and yes he is invading my dreams every night. enjoy yall and hope u like also thnx for liking my recent fred drabble so much it means a lot to me and requests are open! ps i also tried to incorporate the words and meaning of the songs lyrics to the story hope that makes sense.

The ocean waves crashed against the soft, cool sand. It would simmer and relax, but then the pent up frustration mixed with wind would allow it to meet and kiss the earth.

The future always scared you. Somedays you looked forward to it and other days just the unknown was filled with anxiety. It was the feeling of not being able to control loss and love, happiness and sadness. You would find yourself some nights thinking about it, almost losing your mind.

The sun was setting so peacefully and beautifully. It was something so simple yet something so divine and of such importance. You had faith in the sun and space. Yes, everything around you may be changing and things might be going wrong but one thing was for certain was that the sun was going to rise and set every day, when the sun rises that will be your new chance at starting anew.

It was so peaceful. The smell of sea was so inviting and comforting. What was more comforting was how Fred let your head rest against his chest. The feeling of worn out cotton against your cheek, as you heard his heart beat almost at the same rhythm as yours. It was if you two were in perfect sync. The faint smell of cologne that Fred always used to try to impress you made you feel at home, along with a small smell of something unknown to you but only Fred had that smell. Maybe it was gingers own scent.

You sighed, relaxing.

“So, love, what do you think about the muggle world?” Fred asked, wiggling his brows like he was the man.

You looked up at his freckled face, from his chest, giggling, “You know I’ve been here before.”

Fred laid back down and enjoyed the moment with you. But something was eating you up inside. It was starting to bug you that everyone had a someone. Ron to Hermione. Harry to Ginny. You were starting to feel left behind in the crowd. Again with the uncertainty. Everyone was with their soulmate and you felt lonely.

You didn’t realize Fred was eyeing you this whole time you had this battle in your head. He could tell something was off. “What’s wrong?”

You very much disliked confrontation so you pretended to fall asleep.

“I saw you were awake Y/N,” Fred sat up. He was patiently, quietly waiting for your answer.

You sat up, kicking your feet against the peak you two were sitting on. The warmness from the sun making you smile just a bit. “I wish we didn’t have to leave. That we could sit here for the rest of our lives.”

Fred chuckled, scooting closer to you and resting his head against your shoulder. Something sparked within you at the contact. You could feel his breath on your neck, feeling the hair stand up on its own. You leaned your head against his and sighed once again.

“I wish I could sit here with you forever too sweetheart. But unfortunately we’re really not supposed to be here and I bet some muggles would find us and we’d be toast.” Fred kissed your knuckles.

You distanced yourself away from him, worrying Fred with wide eyes. You couldn’t bear the physical connection you two had and not have something from it. Yes, you and Fred were friends but you were wanting more than that. You yearned for more than that. “There is just so much on my mind,” you said quietly. You can tell you hurt Fred’s feelings but you needed to know what Fred was doing to you. Why did he kiss your hands? Why did he want to be with you daily? You needed support, something stable in your life.

“Feels like I've known you my whole life I can see right through your lies,” Fred was worried seeing you so distant.

He was right. He knew you in and out. He knew when you were okay and when you were not. You leaned back, “I like this guy and I’m afraid he doesn’t like me.”

“That’s bonkers! Who wouldn’t like you Y/N?” Fred tried not to grit his teeth at his jealousy. This man was so lucky.

“I’m afraid Fred. I don’t know if he’ll feel the same way and when we get older will he still feel the same way about me? There is so much to think about. What if something happens to him? I would fall apart, I would be living in fear and paranoia.” You clenched your fists.

“Wow, you do really love this man?”

You huffed as you looked into Fred’s eyes for a split second, hoping he would get the hint. “I do, I really do.”

Fred was silent. He was playing with his fingers. He usually had always something to say, seeing him like this was odd.

“If you could tell me how you're feeling,” you held Fred’s hand.

“I don't know where we're going But I'd like to be by your side,” Fred blurted out. You gasped as you took your hands away and held onto to your skirt, holding in your breath. “I can’t go on living knowing I didn’t at least try to stop you from being with that other guy. I know you love him Y/N but I love you. I can’t do this anymore. Kiss only your cheek when I want to kiss your lips so bad. I can’t make believe that every time you hold my hand I don’t feel a spark. Or when you come to my room every time you have a nightmare. When we cuddle, how I carry you on my back. I can’t make believe that those things don’t affect me. I can’t keep putting this wall between us and making believe we’re not something worth fighting for. Tell you the truth baby, I’m smitten with you. I’m so madly in love with you.”

Your lips trembled as tears fell down your cheeks. Fred couldn’t help himself and also found himself emotional, wiping his tears with his jumper sleeve. Nobody knew what to do. “Why are you crying love?” Fred whispered.

“Because the man that I was referring to and talking about was you Fred,” you said with tear soaked lips. The wind carried your tears away. “I love you Fred Weasley.”

You both were knew in this territory of love. Love that you would sacrifice everything and risk more. Love that was unconditional. It was awkward the air funnily.

“So are we more than friends then? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” Fred was so shy. You both just confessed your loves for each other, nobody knew what to do. You both were just friends for so long.

“When we get old, will we regret this?” You asked, bashfully.

“I will never in my whole existence ever regret meeting you and being your love. No matter what tough trials come, I know I will always be by your side.”

“I will forever love you Fred. There is not one person on this world I love more than you. I’m so grateful I was sent to Hogwarts because you’re my favorite person.” You gave a small, genuine smile. “Maybe we'd get through this undefeated Holding on for so long.”

In one swift moment, Fred’s lips came crashing down against yours. It was with such passion and fire. Like Fred was preparing his whole life for this one spectacular moment. His lips moved against your and you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss by running your fingers through his orange locks and pushing him more towards you. You wanted everything he got.

Fred pushed you back and wrapped his warm hands on the back of your neck. Your hands fell to his collar and you clutched onto it with all your might. You felt you might explode. Fred went from your lips to smothering you in kisses all over your face. You heard his laugh and saw his toothy smile but it was better because his freckled covered cheeks were such a cute pink. He was blushing the whole time. Fred kissed your nose and you and him laughed together, simply in love. He leaned his head against you for one moment and leaned back in his spot on the cliff.

You were out of breath and stunned. Did that just happen? You were so happy it did. You sat there surprised by the amazing kiss, touching your lips and feeling them sting a little from the contact. It was incredible. The best sensation of your life.

Fred saw you the whole time, smirking. He coughed to get your attention and your eyes traveled up to see the most amazing view. He was leaning back, his lean neck resting back against his shoulders as his adams apple bobbed. But what got you choked up was his lips were plump and wet from your twos make out session. His skin was flawless with his freckles and his eyes were bright and light from the sunsetting. The sun’s rays hit his face just perfectly to make him look like a prince. Like he came down from heaven. You were so dumbfounded at how a man could look this beautiful and handsome.

Fred smirked as he bit his lip, winking, wanting to tease you, “I don’t know if you wanna get out of here or maybe go get a bite together as I’m your new boyfriend. I mean 'Cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset But I can't help from asking, Are you bored yet?"

a/n: ive been listening to this song on repeat and know its in my head and i just want to make an edit of fred for this song cuz he is so bf material. thnx for all the love and support stay safe guys and tysm.

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flustered2easilee · 4 years

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A Bit More Of a Serious Tword Scenario

Let's call this one Power Outage Empowerment cuz this was written in a power outage aHAH I'm so funny

(this is a fantasy where both of you enjoy SFW tickling)

You and your s/o were cuddling together during a power outage, the dim lighting from candles setting a warm mood.

"Hey, is everything ok? You seem a bit down." Your s/o says.

"Yeah! Everything's fine with me!"

You lied. Truthfully, you haven't been feeling the best about yourself. Sometimes it got hard to look in the mirror, and often times you wore baggy clothing because you were too insecure to wear anything body con or skin-tight. You've been worried that maybe your s/o didn't want to engage in tickling with you because of how you look.

"We've been together for awhile now y/n, I know when you lie. Seriously, if you're comfortable with telling me, what's going on?" Your s/o says.

You take a breath, deciding to let all your pent up feelings loose.

"Truthfully, I don't like how I look. I don't like how I feel about myself, and sometimes it gets hard to even look in the mirror" you sniffle, starting to cry.

"P-plus, I just don't know how to think that someone as beautiful like you would want to engage in tickling with me" you sob, the tears not stopping.

Your s/o pulls you into a hug as they say this: "Ok, first off, you are beautiful, inside and out. Your perfect eyes, your cute nose, and just everything about you is so beautiful." they say, starting to stroke your hair.

"Plus, I love you for you. You're this amazing, impeccable, astonishing, stellar, and absolutely perfect person, regardless of how you look." They say, your tears starting to slow down.

"B-but, I-"

"No buts. Come with me." You follow them as they gesture to for you stand in front of a mirror.

"Now, repeat after me. I am beautiful inside and out. I love myself for who I am, and I am deserving of engaging in tickling."

"I....uh, I-" you stutter.

"Deep breaths now." They say as you start to calm down.

"Uh, uhm, I am, I'm beautiful inside and out. I-I love myself for who I am, I am loved by others, and uhm, I am deserving of giving and getting t-wOHORDS!" You say as your s/o starts scribbling up and down your sides.

"Aww, look at you laughing! Damn right you're beautiful, and even more so when you're happy!" they exclaim. This made you blush as you hid your face away, or at least tried to.

"I KNOW you are NOT hiding that beautiful face away from me!" they say, laying you down on the floor and pinning your hands above your head. Your s/o lifts your shirt up and starts kissing your tummy.

"ahahahaha s-s/o stahahap!!" you giggle, trying to squirm away.

"But why?! You're just so beautiful I can't resist!" your s/o teases.

"B-buhuhut it tihihickles!!" you giggle out, slowly starting to feel better.

"Actually, I think I need to write the phrase down to help you remember, I'll be right back!" your s/o says, getting a marker.

"Alright, I'm going to write it out for you, but try not to move ok?"

"But s/O-" you say, but it was too late, as they started writing. Every single letter sent you further into a deep abyss of ticklishness. After what seemed like hours of getting tickled, they finally finished.

"Aww, you're just so beautiful. Thank you for telling me this. I'm glad we could talk this through." Your s/o says.

"Also, guess who just called themselves beautiful, not to mention in front of a MIRROR! I've dealt with insecurities in the past, and I'm glad you could take this step to help overcome it." your s/o says.

"If you ever start feeling this way again, I'll be there in the blink of an eye, ok?"

You smile and take their hand as they help you up, offering them a kiss and a very long hug as a thank you, so glad to have someone as amazing as them in your life.

Ok, this scenario deals with insecurities, and if you're reading this i want you to go up to a mirror or use a camera and call yourself beautiful. Why? Because you are cutie! If you currently are insecure at the moment, I hope that this could help, and please know that you are beautiful and loved. Every word you speak, the way you dress, and just you existing has most likely made a wonderful impact on those around you! You are beautiful. You are deserving of love. Beautiful you. Strong you. Courageous you. Stellar you. Amazing you. Never forget this. Also, please talk to somebody if you do feel like this. If you can't Talk to somebody in real life, feel free to slide into my DMs! You truly are an amazing person, and I never lie. I'm glad you're here.

Just a friendly reminder 😊

#tickle community #tickling #tickle #tickles #ticklish #okkkk so this is a bittt of a serious post #but you do deserve love #we all do #i promise a fluffier post next time 😊#ily alll #all for noww #k byeeeeeee 😊

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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It's an avocado... thanks!

To Tenko & Rantaro:

Cw: bottling thoughts up

I've been bottling up some pretty bad emotions and thoughts and I don't know how I can let them out. Most of them are about my family unfortunately so I can't talk to them about it. I don't want to burden my friend about it either and I'm sure she couldn't help anyway. I'm really afraid I might do something I will regret if I keep this up and it's been eating me from inside out for the past MONTHS.

I really wanna talk to my dad about how he makes me feel but he's so intimidating and I'm scared to talk to him. My mom is the same story.

I thought about writing all of my frustrations and feelings on a piece of paper as a form of letter or something, since I'm not a sportsy or musical person and I don't know what else I can do... any advice?

Hey there anon, I gotta say right now that the colors you used are pretty cool. It's kinda aesthetic, so yeah, just saying I appreciate the colors. Anyways, I'll stop being distracted and do my actual job now. Trust me, I get it. I have a lot of the same feelings about family stuff that I keep inside too, and speaking from experience it really isn't too good for a person to do that. I think it would be good to talk about it instead of keeping it in. It's real nice of you to think of your friend in all of this too. Is there a counselor or a therapist you can talk to? I think that professionals are always the best people to talk to, and yeah, if you're starting to have some risky thoughts it's the best idea to do that. You don't have to handle these things alone, ok? In my opinion, the first and most important thing to do is start talking to a professional so you don't keep having to keep these things in and the risky thoughts don't get worse.

Yeah, it's understandable that you're intimidated, and you shouldn't feel bad about that. Those are pretty natural thoughts. Hey, that's a really good idea! I'm impressed and proud that you thought of that. Usually that's my suggestion in cases like this, but you're already one step ahead of me! It's ok if sports and music aren't your thing, I think writing stuff down works best in these cases. I'd just write it all down to start out. You don't have to worry about it making sense, just get everything on paper, or type it out, whatever you prefer. You said you've been keeping this in for months, so take all the time you need to get it out. Once you've got all the feelings out, go back and revise it so it's more coherent and understandable. You can do as many drafts as you want, just make sure to keep all of the important points in, as well as the emotion. Once you think you have a solid letter, I'd show it to them.

The great thing about writing thoughts down is that you can just hand them over and get exactly what you're trying to say across. You don't have to worry about getting too emotional or not being able to get the words out. It's super brave of you to even think of doing this, and even though it's a good idea, it takes a lot of confidence. You got the right idea, you just gotta bring it all the way. I think a professional could also help you write that if you needed the help. So that's about all I got in the way of advice, please really think about talking to a professional. I don't want anything to happen to you. Good luck, I know it's scary, but I know you got this.

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Yeesh, family getting on your nerves? I totally understand. That, and the intimidating parents, too. I gotta say, bottling up your feelings is a pretty bad idea, and I’m glad that you recognize that fact.

First thing’s first, I’m really proud of you for coming up with the idea of writing thing’s down! That’s a really good idea, there’s a ton of different ways to go about something like that. You could write it in letter form, like you said, or you could just vent all your feelings out onto it. If you need a way to get out a bit of pent-up rage, an idea that I like to do, besides Neo-Akido (which I could totally teach you if you want!), is to get a block of ice cubes, and throw it as hard as I can into the concrete outside. Just be careful not to hurt your hands or feet on the ice!

Second, I agree with Rantaro. Talking to a trusted professional is a good thing to do. Sometimes, talking with someone that’s not so tied to your personal life makes it easier to get things out, especially when your parents sound so scary. Also, writing your thoughts down like a letter and giving it to your parents is a great idea. Then you’ll get your point across with out interference, and they’ll understand how scary they seem to you!

Now, I know how scary handing a letter to your parents filled with your honest feelings about things might be, but I believe you’re brave enough do this! If you want to hit some punching bags to get out a some nerves before, I’d love to do that with you!

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #rantaro amami #mod rantaro #tenko chabashira #mod crabishira

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Duke Reviews Xtra: Geppetto

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Are Continuing Our Duke Reviews Look At Disney...

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Where If You've Been On The Duke Reviews Tumblr, You'll Know That I Just Reviewed Pinocchio And Since I Can't Review Everything Disney On The Duke Reviews Or Duke Reviews TV Tumblr (Though On Duke Reviews I'm Sure Going To Try)...

I May As Well Review The Stuff I Can't Review On Either One Of Those Tumblr's Here So On Today's Show We're Reviewing Geppetto...

When This Tv Film Came Out I Was Excited For It Because Unlike Other People Who Thought "Who Gives A Crap About Geppetto?" And Didn't Watch It I Actually Wondered If There Was More To The Character Than Just Kindly Wood-Carver Who Makes Toys And Wants A Kid...

Did I Get It? Let's Find Out As We Watch Geppetto...

Our Story Starts In The Village Of Villagio...

Which Despite How It Sounds Is Not A Sex Act...

Where The Children In Town Are Very Excited As The Toy Maker, Geppetto (Played By Drew Carey)...

And Let's Talk About This Really Quick So I Can Continue Talking About The Movie, I Don't Mind Drew Carey As Geppetto...

Sure, He's Not Old, Sure, He's Not Elderly, Sure, He Doesn't Pull Off An Italian Accent And Yes, He Is Miscast But He Does Have A Good Singing Voice And Carey Is Trying His Hardest With The Role So I Got To Give Him Credit...

Anyway, As I Was Saying The Children Of The Town Are Very Excited As The Toy Maker Geppetto Has Finished Making His New Toys That He Made After Gathering Wood Over The Summer...

Which Leads To The First Song Of The Movie, Toys...

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(Start At 0:42)

And For A Beginning Song It's Good But It Doesn't Really Pull You Into The Story Like A Musical Should But Drew Carey's Verses In It Are Pretty Good So I Guess I Can't Complain...

After The Last Of The Children Go Home, Geppetto Works On A Puppet Named Pinocchio Before Going Into Our Next Song Called An Empty Heart As He Gets Ready For Bed..,

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Sorry, There Was No Clip For It...

And Despite People Complaining That Because Drew Carey's Performance Has No Emotion The Song Has No Emotion, I Find That To Be Bullshit, Carey Does Well With The Song And I Honestly Like It...

But All Is Not Quiet In Geppetto's Workshop As The Blue Fairy (Played By Princess Atta) Drops By To Grant Geppetto's Wish Of Making Pinocchio A Real Boy...

However, Having Alot Of Questions, (And Why Wouldn't He) Pinocchio Keeps Geppetto Up All Night...

But A New Day Lead To Our Next Song Called And Son, As Geppetto Looks To The Future With Pinocchio Only For Problems To Happen Along The Way...

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(Start At 0:31)

And While The Song Is Cute And There's Nothing Inherently Bad About It, It's Just Not My Favorite Song In The Entire Musical...

So, By The 4th Day, Geppetto Has Lost All Patience And Sees Sending Pinocchio To School As His Last Hope, But Even That Goes Wrong When A Misunderstanding Of Something Geppetto Said Leads Pinocchio To Get Into A Fight With A Young Kelvin Timeline Chekov...

And Yes, I Know I Shouldn't Make Fun Of Anton Yelchin Because Of How He Died But It Was Too Easy To Make A Star Trek Reference...

And Speaking Of Star Trek, After Geppetto And Pinocchio Leave The School, They Run Into Stromboli (Played By Data) Who Takes An Interest In Pinocchio And Wants Him In His Show Despite Geppetto Saying No...

Returning Home, Geppetto Is Mad At Pinocchio For Getting Into The Fight At School Starting A Fight Which Fractures Father And Son And Leads Geppetto To Go Find The Blue Fairy As He Believes Pinocchio's Defective...

Eventually Finding The Blue Fairy She Basically Tells Him "Hey, You Wanted A Kid, It's Your Problem Pal" As She Sings The Next Song Just Because It's Magic"...

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(Start At 1:32)

And While I Like The Choreography In The Song, It's Again Not One Of My Favorites...

Returning Home, Geppetto Finds That Pinocchio Has Runaway From Home As Left A Note Saying That He's Joining Stromboli's Puppet Show...

Thinking That Maybe It's For The Best, Geppetto Goes Down To Stromboli's Show Where We Get Pinocchio Singing I've Got No Strings...

But After The Show We Discover That Stromboli's Not A Great Father Figure As He Keeps Pinocchio Locked In A Box....

Hiding Pinocchio As Geppetto Goes Backstage To Give Him Some Of Pinocchio's Things, Stromboli Tells Geppetto That It Was Just A One Night Show Before Pinocchio Left For The Big City To Seek Fame And Fortune...

Upset That Stromboli Did This, Stromboli Points Geppetto In The Direction Pinocchio "Went" Before He Goes Backstage Again To Get Pinocchio Only To Discover That He's Escaped His Cage And Has Boarded A Carriage For Pleasure Island...

Angry Over Losing His Meal Ticket, Stromboli Packs Up To Go After Him Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Bravo, Stromboli...

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And This Is Honestly One Of My Favorite Songs In This Musical...

It's Like Brent Spiner Took All The Pent Up Wackiness He Had Inside After Playing A Robot on Star Trek The Next Generation And The Movies And Let All Out In This One Song And It Works...

Meanwhile, Geppetto Runs Into The Blue Fairy Who After The First Reprise Of Just Because It's Magic Decides "This Idiot Wants Magic, Fine, I'll Give Him Magic To Show Him What I'm Trying To Tell Him"

So, Using Her Magic, The Blue Fairy Introduces Geppetto To The Great Lazardo (Played By Wayne Brady) Who Is A Bad Magician But Is Only A Magician Because It's What His Father Wanted Him To ...

Sound Familiar?

But Seeing That Lazardo Is Great At Making Toys, Geppetto Suggests That He Become A Toy Maker Which Leads To A Reprise Of Toys Before Geppetto Continues His Journey Deciding That "Ok, Pinocchio Doesn't Have To Become A Toy Maker"...

Finding His Way To The Town Of Idyllia, Where We Get A When You Wish Upon A Star Reference...

Yeah, We Kind Of Heard It Earlier Too When Pinocchio Was Brought To Life But I Don't Really Count That

Before Geppetto Meets Professor Buonragazzo (Played By Paul From Boston Legal R.I.P. René Auberjonois) And His Son Who Have Made A Machine That Makes Perfect Children That Obey And Do Everything They're Parents Tell Them To Do...

Again, Sound Familiar?

Which Leads Into Our Next Song, Satisfaction Guaranteed...

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And...It's Okay..

While I Do Like The Song And I Like The Choreography In It, It Just Raises Too Many Questions As Val Kilmer Batman Would Put It...

Freaked Out By What He Sees, Geppetto Realizes That He Doesn't Want A Child THAT Perfect...

Running Into The Blue Fairy Again...

Ok, She's Quickly Turning Into The Cheshire Cat Of This Movie...

We Get Another Reprise Of Just Because It's Magic Where She Tells Geppetto That Pinocchio Is Headed For Pleasure Island And That Not Only Did Stromboli Screw Him But He's After Pinocchio Too...

Transitioning Into Pleasure Island We Get The Best Song In This Musical Sung By Usher...

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In A Scene That Some People Say Is Lazy But I Say Is Just Saving Time And Money As It Is A Television Movie, Through Pictures We See Geppetto Go After The Donkey Pinocchio On A Boat Only To Be Attacked By Monstro...

Seeing His Father In Danger, The Donkey Pinocchio Jumps Overboard Only For Him And Geppetto To Get Eaten By The Whale...

Finding Pinocchio Who Has Been Turned Into Himself Again, Citing That The Donkey Magic Must Have Washed Off...

Despite Me, Seeing It As Pinocchio's Sacrifice To Save His Father Allowed Him To Become Himself Again...

Apologizing With A Reprise Of And Son, Father And Son Make Up Which Leads Them To Find A Way Out By Deciding To Tickle Monstro's Uvula With Pinocchio's Nose Which He Lies To Make Grow So Monstro Can Throw Them Up...

And All I Can Say About This Is That Tony Goldmark Has A Dirty Mind...And If You've Seen His Review On This With Emily Clark You'll Know Why...

Returning To Their Home In Villagio, Geppetto And Pinocchio Are Confronted By Stromboli, Who Has Come To Take Pinocchio From Geppetto As He Has A Contact With Him That's Iron Clad...

Which Leads Us Into The Final Song, Since I Gave My Heart Away And It's Very Touching...

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(Start At 0:23, End At 6:47)

So, That's Geppetto And...It's A Mixed Bag...

While The Beginning Of The Movie Isn't That Great It Makes Up For It In Both The Middle And The End, And Yes, While Drew Carey Is A Bit Miscast In This, He Still Isn't That Bad Of A Singer But The People That Steal This Movie Is Brent Spiner And Usher As They Both Have 2 Of The Best Songs In This...

However, If There's Anyone That's Really Bad In This Then It's Julia Louis Dreyfuss, With The Way She's Talking I Can Barely Understand What She's Saying At Times Also I Got To Give Credit To Stephen Schwartz Who Wrote The Songs As Some Of Them Are Pretty Good...

All I Can Really Say Is Don't Believe The Haters And See This Movie, Just Skip The Very Beginning...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#geppetto #drew carey #brent spiner #Usher #julia louis dreyfus #wayne brady #rene auberjonois #disney

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