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ೃ⁀➷ love me, connie springer (nsfw)
thinking about babydaddy!connie fucking you nice and slow after finding out you got stood up by your date. having little constentina (his idea, but tina for short) for the weekend, your precious angel just couldn’t keep her mouth shut to her daddy when you’d told her you were going on a small ‘dinner’
“she said dinner but that really means date, daddy.”
connie isn’t surprised. no one knew how to handle you beside him. i mean, he’s had your ass in place successfully for nearly ten years; only he was man enough to handle you, your mind, and most of all your body.
you loved connie like no other, you wanted no one else to be the father of your children. but you knew the streets would eventually take him away from you, and you just didn’t wanna stick around for that. not when you had a five year old girl depending on the both of you. connie looked for other ways to make bread without selling or doing anything…illegal but it was hard to match the stacks he was bringing home every weekend.
your separation was a one sided agreement anyways it seems. to you? you two were broken up. to connie delulu ass? you were his wife and you’re ‘smoking dick if you think ion belong to you and you’on belong to me.’
you didn’t even have any words for the absence of your so called ‘date.’. after an hour of waiting, you figured you’d call in to check on tina. ringing connie, your babyfather answered on the first ring, of course with a wood in his mouth and multiple lights on his face, signaling he was watching tv.
“hey,” your voice is solemn and low. you really were tired and ashamed to say anything more.
“hey mama, you okay?” connie’s hazel brown eyes quickly flick over to yours through the screen.
you shrug though he can’t see it. “i’m okay.” you admit. “just callin’ to check on my baby.” the frame was only on your face, but from the small shake of your hand, connie had managed to get a glimpse of a pretty black dress you’d sported, breasts looking three times as big as it usually did because of your sitting position. he could tell you dressed up for the night.
“yeah? she good, just upstairs sleepin’ right now. how was your date, pretty?” you hear connie turn down the tv in the background and give you his full intention.
you furrow your brows. “what? boy, how’d you know about it?”
your baby father blows out a huff of smoke and chuckles, flashing his gold canines. he wasn’t gon snitch on his lil informant princess. “i got my ways. tell me bout it baby.”
with a roll of your eyes, you let out a tired sigh and felt your shoulders sag. “wouldn’t know. the nigga never showed.”
connie furrows his own thick eyebrows. “what you mean? he told you he couldn’t come?” he asked. from the shake of your head, you see his face soften on the screen. “come over n’ smoke with me. lemme make you feel better.”
you kiss your teeth and throw your head back, already knowing where the conversation was headed. embarrassment flooded your expression. “you eating my pussy is not gonna make me feel better, constance.”
connie kissed his teeth and waved you off dismissively. “you’on know that.”
a blush can’t help but creep its way onto your brown cheeks. “i’m supposed to be staying away from you, ya know.”
connie gives you a knowing grin, shamelessly flexing the two deep dimples in his cheeks that constentina inherrited from him. “yeah? how’s that going for you, mama?”
“obviously not good because i’m actually considering your offer of being a booty call tonight?” you laugh.
“come onnn mama, tina’s sleep, i got a wood rolled for you and i want you here.” your ex compromised with a kiss of his teeth. “lemme rub ya feet and all on ya butt i promise you’ll feel better.
“i’m tired and don’t feel like driving, con,” you whine in the same tone. you knew if he didn’t have your daughter he’d already be at your door, but you refused to risk waking her up in a car ride over here.
connie rolls his eyes and puts you on pause for the moment. a minute later he comes back on screen and takes a pull of his backwood. “your uber on the way baby.”
“ooh daddy,” you cried, trying your hardest to breathe straight. “you know i cum fast like this, oh shit,” connie had your legs spread wide open, forcing your huge tits up against the bottom of your face as he pumped in and out of you.
“you like that mama, like when i fuck you nice and slow? all romantic n’ shit?” connie teased. tears streamed down your face and he wasted no time in kissing them from your pretty face.
you’re too far in euphoria to even fully comprehend exactly what he’s saying. “yes, i love when you stroke this pussy so deep daddy.”
connie holds your breasts up damn near to your face and takes his time sucking on each of your nipples, making sure to stretch and pull it all the way back as far as it could go, grinning at the sound of it snapping back toward you. “you’on need no one else to love you like this but me, you heard?”
you can’t help but shake your head, the small responsible part of you left that hadn’t been fucked out by connie yet (though he was close) was slowly bringing you to reality. “no,” you respond.
“nah, nah, dead that shit or imma stop,” your ex threatened, straightening his back out so he stood tall, yet still very deep inside your gummy walls. you can’t help but stare down the tattoos that littered his body; many dedicated to you and your shared daughter. “you grippin’ me so tight baby, boutta make me cum, fuck,” connie throws his head back and whines. “tell me you’re mine n’ we gonna get back together.”
“no, con,” your words were saying one thing, but the cream ring of your arousal forming around connie’s tanned dick was betraying everything leaving your mouth. “w-we’re we’re toxic—oooh, yes, right there right there!”
suddenly, a large pair of hands come to wrap around your neck, gripping lightly. “tell me you’re mine or im not fuckin’ this pussy,” he orders. “you know i don’t be bluffing, mama. ‘specially when it come to your spoiled ass déjame oírte decirlo.”
more tears fall from your eyes as you feel your lower region bubble in evstasy. “con—“
“say it if you wanna cum.” connie’s grip around your neck tightens as he inevitably starts to babble. he was not gonna let up off you no matter what. “come on mama, say it n lemme give you another baby. gonna make you a mama all over again, want you so full of my babies, pretty—fuck,” he breathed out. “you know daddy sorry, you gonna forgive him?”
it wasn’t until connie started to add his thumb rubbing circles around your clit did you finally fold and give in. “oh fuck, yes! yes yes i forgive you con—please—“
“go head and cum mami, te quiero.” connie breathed out, feeling his own orgasm approach. “te amo joder joder por favor dame más hijos mami te estoy rogando déjame correrte dentro de ti,” the man curses into the atmosphere as he strokes himself in you a few more times.
“yes yes,” you nod in response to his pleads of cumming in you. a nanosecond later, connie’s cumming deep into you until he ends up shooting nothing but blanks. you’re full to the brim to the point where drops of his cum couldn’t help but ooze out between your puffy cunt.
“dio mio.”
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that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭
ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭
ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—
he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table
he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text
baby moms 💙
-wya?
he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up
“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..
“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—
you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—
your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him
“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”
your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-
“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”
you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-
you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear
“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—
“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—
ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—
“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—
“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—
“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…
“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair
“i c-cant” “p-pa-
he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..
“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you
“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break
“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”
“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”
“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—
“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..
ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~
the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..
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wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭
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Don’t run shit
Summary: As crazy as this may sound…eren had you trained. Never did you think anyone would be able to do it, because you were your own person and did whatever you wanted to do so when eren came into your life you were like a change woman.
An/ this real short but I love it because it’s dom eren and imma whore for eren lmfaooo 😩 it’s no smut also enjoy 🤍
You wear the pants in this ‘relationship’ as eren liked to call it you just thought y’all was just hanging out because he definitely wasn’t your boyfriend. You lathered yourself in body cream and man did you smell good, you put your dress on and grabbed your 6 inch heels to put on later, you didn’t want your feet hurting Already. You came down stairs and here eren acting like your boyfriend.
“You can go ahead and change mama you not wearing that.” Eren said plainly barely even taking a glance at your outfit before he went back to his phone. You snatched your head back because who exactly was he talking to?
“Nah I’m good.” You rolled your eyes and pulled your dress down. It was a black poster girl dress with diamonds all down the front, your ass and tities were so pretty looking in the dress and Eren thought so too but you were not going out in that.
“Nah for real y/n go up stairs and change hurry up we gotta go.”
“Eren I’m not changing so let just go.” Eren stood up and walked over to you. You were looking down at your phone shooting your friend that you’ll be there in a little bit all while doing this Eren was eyeing you up and down, You looked good, so good that he wanted to be the only person to see you like this.
“Mama.. mama will you listen to me please?” He begged when he saw you were  purposefully ignoring him He snatched your phone out your hand softly not to be too aggressive with you. “You not going around my friends in that so go change. Now y/n I’m not playing” he was starting to annoy now because for one you were grown AS HELL and two no nigga was going to be running you and your life. “Aw you funny if you think just because you cute and took me on a few dates that you my man or something you not gonna be telling me what to do so you can just go ahead and drop the tough guy act. Now let’s go.” You say snatching the phone back and grabbing your purse while heading for the door before you could even turn the handle eren had you in his arms. “Eren come on now we gonna go!” He didn’t care if he had to plan a another day to hang out with his friends he would but he wasn’t going to keep letting you disrespect him like this. He was your man rather you liked it or not, he was going to tell you what to do and you were going to do it rather you liked it or not.
He carried you up stairs like you weighted nothing and throw you onto the bed face down ass up and popped you in your ass. You twirled around quickly and charged at him like you were going to hit him but he was much faster than you and much stronger so he just held your wrist in his big hands. “Let me go you asshole, I hate niggas like you that think they just run shit-“ he grabbed your throat and in a chilling calm voice said. “I do run shit around here now sit the fuck down.” It stopped you in your tracks you don’t know what came over you but your voice was caught in your throat and you felt your slowly sitting back down onto the bed. “Look at me baby why you don’t like listening huh?” He asked sweetly rubbing the side of your face while you looked up at his 6’4 frame from the bed. “I’m trying to tell you for your own good because If you go into that party looking like this and some dudes look at your ass or tities or disrespect you in anyway imma shoot the fucking party up and kill someone and ion wanna do that tonight mama so if you don’t want that on your conscience I suggest you go in that bag and find something else to wear.” He whispered in your ear still holding your neck in his tatted hand. You bite your lips and nodded. “O-ok.” You tried to stand up but he wouldn’t let you. “Nuh uh let me get sum straight with you, one you my girl we’re dating I’m your boyfriend, two you don’t run shit so stop acting like it before I really snatched your ass up I’m good for it, three you gonna listen to me so when I tell you sum you do it like a good girl with no complaints. You understand me?” Your eyes were glossy and you didn’t know if you were turned on or scared of him…maybe both but you felt his energy deep in your soul and you wanted to do whatever he was telling you in the moment. You cringed but was way to scared to go against anything he was saying right now.
You nodded. “Let hear that sweet voice of your mama say yes daddy and apologize for disrespecting me” You wanted to whine from embarrassment what was happening right now, it was so bad you couldn’t look him in his eyes anymore all the confidence and sassyness you had moments ago were completely gone. He grabbed you cheeks and squeezed them “look at me and say it.” He mumbled almost smirking because he knew he had you hooked.
“Yes daddy I understand and I apologize for disrespecting you won’t happen again.” You let out very softly, you sounded like a mouse compared to normal. Eren grinned as he grabbed you by your waist standing you up. “Is ok mama we’ll work on it together, now go change into more appropriate.” He peaked you on the lips and sent you on your way with a slight tap on the booty.
‘Oh my god’ you thought as you shut yourself in his bathroom. You got to Change your panties too now.
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“Ain’t shit.” - c.springer
(part one here.) (part three here.)
part 2
when you and your toxic ass boyfriend, connie springer got into what seemed to be your final argument.
cursing, mentions of cheating, arguing, sexual references(?), violence, alcohol and weed, long part.
sorry for taking so long , so this gon be a lil long to make up for it. hope u like it.
you walked through the crowds of people standing outside of the house party. “damn” you mumbled to yourself, wondering why so many people were outside instead of inside.
which was funny, because as soon as you walked inside, there were a bunch of people. not even the average party you went to, but whatever.
many people spoke to you, and being well known, that wasn’t anything new either. it was a week after you and connie’s argument, and you really wanted to get out of your feelings about him, or whatever you were in in the first place.
you wasn’t sad or nothing. you didn’t think you were. but you definitely weren’t happy about the relationship ending, and you always planning on how to get your getback, or maybe you would’ve just let things flow how they did.
you made your way right to the kitchen, not bothering to speak to anyone else. you just wanted to find mikasa and sasha… wherever they were.
and hope you didn’t see connie anywhere, knowing his ass, he was always with his lil group. you rolled your eyes to yourself, pouring yourself a shot as ‘SICKO MODE’ bumped through your ears. you took the shot and shook your head a little, looking around.
that’s when you saw mikasa and sasha making their way through the crowd. smiling to yourself, you walked over to them. “what the fuck took y’all so long?” you said loudly, the music being so loud, people could barely hear themselves speak.
“bitch we was looking for you” mikasa laughed before scanning your outfit. “damnnn, you showing out huh? you finally over connie?” sasha started to grin at you.
you smirked a little and shrugged. “niggas dead to me.” you said before grabbing their hands. “let’s get drunk.” you went back to the kitchen.
from another part of the house was connie, eren and ony, smoking weed. “where yo woman at?” ony asked, looking around for you. eren laughed, barely being able to open his eyes. “not my woman.” connie mumbled while shaking his head. some other girl was beside him all cuddled up.
some girl he knew you probably wouldn’t like.
he wasn’t really that worried about you, honestly, but something inside of him just wanted to piss you off. he wanted to piss you off.
or he claimed he wasn’t worried about you. that’s what he told everybody.
“see you moved on.” eren looked at the girl beside him. “worry bout yo’ own girl. where mikasa at anyway?” connie frowned at eren, taking a drag of the blunt in between his fingers before man spreading. the girl beside him exhaled and laid across his lap, her ass right there for him to see.
he looked down at her and laughed a little, resting his hand there for comfort.
“ion know. prolly somewhere shaking her ass wit’ sasha and y/n.” he rolled his eyes before looking around the house. his eyes landed on you, and your outfit. “oh i see y/n. sasha and mikasa somewhere near her, i know that much.” he said.
ony turned around to see where you were.
connie’s eyes rested on the floor for a second before he looked up, the blunt still in between his lips with his free hand lightly patting the girls ass. “hm.” he said, scanning your outfit. he shook his head a little. “she know damn well she don’t be dressing that exposed when she wit’ me.” he mumbled, a light smile appearing and disappearing on his face.
“but she ain’t wit’ yo ass no more. what make you think she not finna be showing out for these niggas?” ony laughed, shaking his head before looking down at his phone, passing his blunt to eren.
“ion care who she fuck wit. she ain’t mines no more, remember?” he said, looking down at the girl that was still on his lap.
“what the hell eren looking at?” mikasa squinted. “eren?” you frowned while pouring yourself another cup of tequila, drinking it before looking over to where she was looking with the cup still to your mouth.
“that mean connie here too. oh, he right there.” sasha pointed. “with some girl across his lap— hold on.” she frowned, sitting on the counter and moving her head around a little to look past the people that were blocking her view. “ain’t that that brook bitch? the one wit the orange hair?” she frowned.
you put your cup down, frowning and stepping back a little to see. “hell yeah.” you mumbled before looking at sasha and mikasa. “he fucking wit bitches you don’t like now. petty ass.” mikasa shook her head, exhaling smoke through her mouth as she did, passing the blunt to sasha.
you nodded. “i’ll be back.” you said, walking from the kitchen to the other crowd of people.
now, you knew that normally if connie caught you with one of his lil opps, he would be pissed off. heavily. but you wasn’t together. right? he could fuck with the hoes you didn’t like, but you couldn’t fuck with the niggas he ain’t like? yeah. nah, that was not how it was about to go.
so you made sure to walk right over to another nigga. it was a lot of people connie didn’t like that would never fuck with you or connie just in fear that connie would beat they asses.
but floch? he wasn’t cute to you, but you knew connie couldn’t stand his ass. but since you knew floch always wanted you, deep down…
you walked right over to his group, annie, reiner, ymir, and historia. you grabbed floch’s hand. “lemme excuse this boy.” you said to them, leading floch to another part of the living room. before you even let him speak, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
and he definitely wasn’t gonna hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, leaning in. as soon as your lips touched, you closed your eyes. you really wanted nothing to do with his ass, but whatever, it was fun. and wasn’t that bad.
his hands made their way to your skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing, making you stand on your tippy toes a little.
why was he lowkey good at this?
you smiled a little as he moved his kisses from your lips to your jaw, and your neck. “damn you smell good.” he whispered against your neck, making you hum.
“damn connie.” ony said, rolling up another blunt on his lap. “what?” connie asked, his blunt resting between his lips as he stared at his phone, letting his legs spread a little. “she fucking wit’ the opps now.” eren said, grabbing his styrofoam cup and taking a sip.
“huh?” connie glanced up from his phone, raising his eyebrows a little, not really listening to what they were saying. “y/n letting floch all up on her.” ony laughed a little, looking at eren as he did, who also laughed.
“what?” connie frowned, sitting up as his eyes darted through the crowd, looking for you.
when he saw you, he paused his movements, taking the blunt from his mouth and putting it out in a nearby ashtray. he lifted the girl off of his lap and stood up, tossing his phone to ony and pulling his sweatpants up.
“connie, don’t go over there tryna fight nobody.” eren said, smiling as he watched connie. “nah, i’m not.” connie said before starting to walk over to you.
while floch continued to pepper your neck with kisses, when you opened your eyes, all you could see was connie, and he was right there.
you laughed a little, watching him walk over to you.
“ight, stop that shit.” he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from floch as he lightly pushed floch away from you. “don’t touch me.” you laughed and shook your head, moving beside floch.
“oh so you wanna fuck wit the opps now?” connie raised his eyebrows at you. his face showed he was dead serious. “okay, and? we not even together no more. and you can rub all up on another bitch i don’t like?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him.
“who the bitch?” the brooklyn girl popped up behind connie. “you the bitch!” you pointed at her, finger all up in her face. and your nails were hella long, almost poking her in the eye. “bitch get’cho finger out my face!” she smacked your hand.
“or what, cus ion like all that barking shit.” you said, stepping closer to her. connie got in front of her. “don’t start that shit, bro.” he said, looking down at you. “oh so you can defend that bitch?” you said, tryna get past him, but you felt floch grab your waist and pull you towards him. “don’t even do it, she ain’t worth it.” he said.
connie put his hands down that were originally tryna stop brooklyn from getting to you.
“on my momma you better get’cho hands off her.” he said, staring at floch with low eyes. “man, or what?” floch held his hands out, pushing you over to the side a little to face connie.
“man i’ll pop yo ass.” connie laughed a little. you saw eren and ony stand up to view the scene a little closer and sasha and mikasa walked over to you.
you moved your gaze from connie and floch and back to brooklyn who was staring at you. “what hoe, you still got a problem or sum?” you frowned at her. “y/n do not play wit’ me right now i will beat yo ass.” she laughed.
“nah i really don’t know who you talkin to. you really think that nigga want you, bitch he gon play you too.” you laughed at her.
“bitch you just mad cus he rubbing on another female other than yo lame ass, get that shit outta here.” she laughed back at you. yeah no. you turned around and walked over to the kitchen, biting your nails off as you made your way over there.
you could still hear connie and floch arguing as most people looked at you. you bit your last nail off before taking off your hoop earrings. “gotta mess up my nails for this hoe.” you mumbled to yourself as the people around you got louder by the second.
you turned around, taking off your shoes and putting them on the kitchen counter before walking over to her, not hesitating to throw a hard ass punch. it’s too bad she was too late to square up before tripping backwards on her own heel, taking you down with her.
everybody started screaming, and while you were on top of her, you could see out of the corner of your eye that floch and connie were fighting too. but too busy to pay attention, you kept throwing punches.
the music and people were still loud. you could hear people yelling “beat her ass” and “damnnn!” from the crowd around you two. she pushed you off of her and threw herself towards you, her heel hanging off her ankle. “dumb bitch!” she yelled, grabbing your hair.
she tried to swing you around, but you being stronger than her, slung her to the side, making her trip and fall on the wooden table, knocking drinks over and on her outfit.
“my weed bro!” eren yelled, grabbing your arm. “ight ight stop that shit!” ony grabbed your other arm, trying to pull you off of her.
she was already bleeding from the mouth and nose, a small knot forming on her head and her whole face turned red from anger or whatever she felt.
“bitch.” you mumbled, getting halfway slung around by ony as he led you outside. “come on, bruh.” he mumbled, walking down the steps. you huffed, tryna fix your hair as he sat you down on the porch.
you adjusted your short skirt and your shirt before looking back. “where’s my phone? i’m not staying at this dumbass party.” you mumbled.
“i’m bouda go get yo shit. stay. here. don’t leave, bro.” ony said, walking back in the house.
you sat by yourself, still running your hands through your hair. you felt a burning sensation on your finger, looking at your nail realizing half of it broke, despite you biting it off. “fuck.” you whispered, dabbing the blood on your shirt and sighing.
that’s when you heard everybody coming out the side door of the house. but being in the front, you didn’t see until they started walking to the front.
it was a bunch of people surrounding connie and floch separately, apparently attempting to split them up.
you could tell connie was pissed off. like, real pissed off. that’s one reason he hated fighting, because when he got mad, he couldn’t stop being mad. and he hated being mad, so that pissed him off even more.
eren and everyone else tried to calm him down, and he was huffing. “ight bro get the fuck away from me.” he said to the crowd. but obviously they weren’t gonna do that.
you stared over there, not really thinking of anything. connie stood there, everybody scolding him for fighting. nobody wanted to get next to you though, in fear you would punch somebody else. because that’s what you normally did. but for some reason you were barely mad.
while he exhaled again, looking around to find somewhere that no one was all in his face, he made eye contact with you.
you stared back. his eyes didn’t leave yours until he rolled them, walking back into the house, where that same crowd followed him.
i feel like this is bad & all over the place. lmk if u want a p3, i love youuuu.😣🫶🏾
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Ya bitch got into the void state
Champagne anon here and your mf girlll got in the mf void state and manifested her dream life. This happened a week ago, and I’ve been chilling but I do wanna share my story to help others. Gotta give Thanks to Maya, and so many other bloggers and even anon. Y’all hoes will forever be in my heart, and I’m forever grateful 🥹 also Maya girl you told me when I succeed to get into detail and I got nothing to do for the next two hours so imaaa just share it all here in detail.
I also wanna especially thank all the black creators on tumblr!! I didn’t know there were so many of us using the law. It always seems the world is so against us, and there’s nothing we can do abt it but nahhhh!! we can all live our best melanated lives regardless. Periodt, as we should it’s about goddamned time after everything we’ve been though 😂
Anyways!!!! after reading this: https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/717864613626134528/im-your-bubble-anon-but-i-made-this-burner-to success story yesterday I got hella motivated. I read that shit and I thought I posted it on accident because it was everything I had been through, and had been thinking anyways. That anon ate your tumblr habits btw. If y’all haven’t seen my good sis’s sucess post go check that shut out rn, On god it will help.
At the end that anon (my mf dawg 🙏) included that they manifested for everyone. Now ion know if that shit actually work tbh. I’ve seen people say you can and can’t, but tbh the vibes were too high for me to doubt. I was like ight, okay fuck it, ima leave my dream life. Whether it me, that anon, or the devil himself ion give a fuck.
So that’s whatssss a bitch did!!! I just affirmed all day it was very fulfilling. People who hate on affirming are mad corny. I can’t lie that shit works hella fast even if you don’t believe it. Idk if that anon’s void manifesting helped or what but I didn’t do much and after 3 months of trying I entered the damn void state. I’m mad I thought I had to be on some ghandi shit to do this (no hate to him hes da man) but you rlly don’t y’all. BUT LEMME TALK MY SHIT ALL YOU NEED IS AFFIRMING AND PERSISTENCE.
Anyways I went go bed excited asl!! I wrote my script that was like 10 pages long I can’t lie I did the most… but it’s whateva. I woke up in the void state after waking up at 4 am or sum, and i was like oh shityyyt lemme manifest rq and skrttt out this hoe. So that’s what a mf did 😂😂
Anyways the part y’all’s is waiting for. This is what ya girl manifested
Desired face and body. I was in shock how all the details came to life. Y’all im a solid 100/10 it’s giving natural bbl and Aliyah. I swear to gahhh everywhere I go people be trying to peep. I’m not used to being treated like a fucking celeb everywhere I go, whole time it’s just my fat gyattttt
Being the hottest 16 yr old IT GIRL at my school, and having lucky girl syndrome. People call me a mini jayda wayda, but tbh I’m better than her now. No hoe is ever gonna cheat on meee like they did her…bye. She’s still gorgeous as fuck tho
Perfect school life. Your girl is set to be the Valedictorian when I graduate (my school has 4!) I’m also sophomore year President, captain of the basketball team, apart of some volunteer programs through my school, and so much more. My resume and college application is abt to be so fuckin fire in 2 years. As I should Columbia is a competitive ass school 😤😤 that aside everyone always tryna link, I got 3 guys fighting over me (whole damn love square), so many people tryna be my friends, teachers love me, and I excel in everything I do.
My Family being rich assss fuck. My dad got a Wikipedia now and his net worth is 22 million dollars. He owns a hedge fund company now, we love a man in finance 😍😍 AS HE FUCKING SHOULD. He got a material gurlll daughter. Two in fact now.
Fire ass crib. Bro it’s a 9 million dollar penthouse, perfect for ragers. I woke up here and my room is decorated to my personality, pintrest clothes all in my closet, I got an exotic pitbull and frenchie, and the house is just mad clean and fire, I’m obsessed with it. Rarely ever wanna leave now.
My mom not being strict. That bald headed ass hoe use to be mad annoying. Y’all know how Haitians are. Mad annoying as fuck and strict for no reason. Now I go out everyday and come home at midnight and no one gives a fuck. Everyone minds their own business as they should.
Having an older brother and younger sister. I was an only child, because I was a miracle baby bc my mom was infertile. Now she got 3 of us, so she can stop being only in my buisness. I’m just playin I love my mom regardless she’s just hella clingy. Anyways my brother is mad protective but also be wrestling mad aggressive for no damn reason. He gave me a bruise but it’s whateva Ima get my lick back. I also always wanted to be an older sister, bc I’d love to be a role model! My sister is 10 and adores me soo much it’s so adorable 🥹 lmfaooo, she’s mad spoiled by me and my mom but it is what it is.
Successful lip gloss business and being a successful drop shipper. Now you didn’t think a sista wasn’t gonna give herself a career just because I’m young right 🤨🤨 we’ll ya wrong. Ya girl is making 200k-400k a year. I barely even use my money cause I got an allowance from my parents… but still, financial literacy and wealth is so important to me especially as a black woman.
A pookie bae. Y’all know I wasn’t gonna deal with finding a loyal cute and funny guy in nyc. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Anyways I got me a fine ass boo. I just wrote down all the features I wanted in him like for exampleS finically secure so he can spoil me, handsome as fuck, tall, funny asl, kind, little clingy, deep raspy voice, nice hand, good hygiene and style,yanno yanooo !!! Plus some other shit and whewww the void did me so good. Nowww my boo bear is a lil cracker and I’ve never dated a white boy befuh but my am I surprised. I wake up everyday with some long ass appreciation texts and plans already made ! Y’all know I love me a dominant man who knows what he wants. He’s got some nice ass clothes, nice car and crib, made me a passenger princess and spoils me way too much. He doesn’t complain abt my mood swings and simps in the best way possible. Not to mention he’s fine afkkk he’s giving vinnie hacker. He’s also 6’1 and I’m 5’1 so that height difference is soooo hot I can’t lie I feel so so safe with him 🫣 I could go on all day but in short he’s more than perfect
+ so much more but this is what shocked me the most. Anyways I’ve been living like this for the past week and it just feel so natural. I keep forgetting I got into the void but whateva I’m the only who knows anyways. Anyways live yo best life and neva give upppp. I gotta go but I’ll probably eventually make a blog. My names angela so look out for it. I’m just mad lazy soo idk tho !!!
Angela out 🫡✌️
Girl this was so fun to read, I’m just as excited for you lmfao. I love seeing black women win, and thank you for sharing your methods! Enjoy your best life and come back if it resonates with your life bae !!!
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"I know someone who can"
(Part 1)
1610!Miles x Confused-Black-Fem!Reader
Genre: Friends-to-lovers, Fluff, lil bit of angst
Warnings: We're like lowk cheating 😭, Cursing, Use of N Word, Google Translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾♀️
Songs that it's based on: Let Me Love You By Mario, Don't By Bryson Tiller
Summary: Basically, you get into a lil argument with your man (Jaleel) and run to Miles. You tell him that it's been like this for a while and he isn't having any of that. He tells you that you deserve better, luckily he knows someone who can provide better 😉
The IG Post:
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"You are so fucking insecure, it's unbelievable"
You say, rolling your eyes. You were sitting on Jaleel's bed, with your arms crossed. This nigga had the audacity to press you about an IG post on your PRIVATE Instagram. The post wasn't even that bad. Jaleel's been like this ever since the start of your relationship. At first. You just thought it was cute that he was a little possessive, you thought he was just showing that he cared. But now you're 4 months in and that shit just not cute anymore!
"I'm insecure? Nah I'm just responsible for you, and ion like you out here showing ya ass for all these lil niggas that are thirsting over you. You MY bitch."
Hold up...you know he ain't just say what you THINK he said. All your respect for him went out the window the second he said that. Plus, he wasn't even looking at you during this whole argument, this nigga is turned around, on his PS5, in his gaming chair, paying you no attention. You know what...you don't even care that you're at his house at this point, you're about to say what's on your mind.
"FIRST of all, I'm nobody's bitch. Second, Boy you are not responsible for me. Nigga, you ain't my daddy. You make it seem like I'm just a job, not your girlfriend. You know what...Miles WARNED me about you and I should've listene-"
You said, before getting so rudely cut off by the dreadhead in front of you. To be honest, you probably just fell for the height and hair. (Because if a 6 foot dreadhead walked up to you, you would take the opportunity too. Don't lie.)
"There you go, always talking about that nigga. 'Miles this, Miles that', since you wanna talk about him so bad why don't you just go be with him. But let me tell you something, that'll be the biggest mistake of your life. Because, he don't want yo' ass anyway. I'm the best thing you'll ever ha-"
He's cut off by the sound of you grabbing your shoes, and purse, hopping off the bed. One thing your mama has always told you is 'If you disrespect yourself, you'll allow others to disrespect you' and you weren't about to sit up here and be disrespected.
Jaleel turned around in his chair and looked at you, puzzled.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm grabbing my stuff and leaving, I'm not about to let you talk to me like this. J, I deserve so much better and that's what I'm about to go get."
You said, walking to the door. You heard him stand up out of his gaming chair and run after you. With the controller still in his hand, he stood in front of you. Blocking the exit of his apartment.
"Wait, wait, wait. Bae, I'm sorry, ok? Maybe I took it far this time but, you know you're not gonna actually leave me, right?"
He chuckled out, thinking this whole thing was a joke. Little did he know you weren't playing.
"Look, you can be delusional if you want to but I'm done."
You say, pushing past him and walking out the door. You heard faint sounds of Jaleel cursing in the background. You honestly weren't paying attention, there was just so much going through your head. You honestly couldn't believe that you just did that. You just kept your head down, continuing to walk down the hallway of the apartment complex. You felt tears well up in your eyes, not from sadness, but pure rage. You couldn't even believe that you stuck around for that long. How could you do that to yourself? Did he ever really care about you? Was he being egotistical? Was he right about you wanting to get with Miles? What are you gonna tell your mo-
You heard a little thump from your shirt rubbing against someone's jacket, dragging you out of your train of thought. You must have accidentally bumped into someone on your walk home.
"I'm sorry"
You said with a slightly congested, scratchy voice since you were just crying. Before looking up to see who it was, you recognized the Jordans and shadow of a tall, sort of lanky boy with a taper fade. Apparently he recognized you too.
"Y/N? Mami, why are you crying? Where's your jacket, you must be freezing!"
He said, pulling you into his embrace in the cold weather, wiping the tears from your eyes.
"Voy a matar a quien te haya hecho esto."
(I'm gonna kill whoever did this to you)
He muttered under his breath, still embracing you as he lead you to his home.
"I was just at Ja-"
"Shhh, you can tell me about it when we're inside so that you're warm and safe, Cariño."
(Dear)
He said as he continued speed walking the streets of Brooklyn, New York, with you wrapped in his warmth. He wanted to get to his apartment as soon as possible to make sure you're ok, you took note of that. Jaleel was wrong about a lot of things, but maybe he was right about this. Maybe you do wanna be with Miles...?
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This was lowk originally a one-shot but likeeeeee it's a lil more juicy when it's in chapters 😋 anyway, lemme know what yall think in the comments, I WILL REPLY BC I LOVE YALL 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾
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Shut Up and Listen
(took WAY too long to realize out of all my Jojo content, ion have Jotaro 🙄)
Part4! Jotaro Kujo x Black Fem Reader Smut
MDNI, DomesticAU, Babysitter!Reader, Boss!Jotaro
CW: ForbiddenAU, Jojo cheating?? afab parts mentioned, quiet quickie, unprotected cream🥧, tame words(nun vulgar)
Word Count: 1719 (give or take)
(A/n): sorry his first fic is a smut, I hate doing that tbh 😓
Jotaro took a deep breath as he walked to the front door ready to face the possibility of seeing his ex-wife's angry face. He reluctantly opens the door to see his daughter's sitter sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in hand and smiles. He sighed, releasing the breath he held back as his heart began pounding in his chest.
Since his wife filed for divorce, the only peace he could get after work was whenever (Y/n) was here, whether it be to watch over his 5-year-old daughter or just to check on him. Either way, Jojo's heart pounded against his ribcage just from being around her but it only added to his wife's suspicion of his adultery.
"Hey, Mr. Kujo." She whispers, "How was work?"
"(Y/n), please, you come over way too much to be so formal."
"Last time I called you 'Jojo' in front of your wife, she looked like she gonna tear my head off."
He scoffs, waving off the thought of her, “Yeah, I bet.”
(Y/n) chuckles softly as he takes off his shoes at the door and tiptoes across the living room's squeaky floorboards before gently sitting next to her much shorter stature.
"Wine after work?" He smiles, taking the other glass from the table. "You know me so well."
"You always complain about needing a drink so I brought."
"You probably need it more than I do, dealing with that one. How was she?"
She groans. "Tantrum."
"About?"
"He just hates resting for some reason. You know how kids are. Though, her mother coming over probably gave him a boost of energy
Jojo almost chokes on his wine, "Her mother? She was here you said? Why?"
"She said she came to see Jolyne for a bit but I feel like she was looking for you."
"Good grief, of course she was. Where is she now?"
"Her inn."
"Good. I don't think I can deal with another fight after a long day. I'm gonna snap." He sits up, "Anyway, did she say anything to you?"
“What do you mean?”
“Anything?”
"What, no not really. I mean, it doesn't matter, she was just..."
Jojo puts his drink on the coffee table. "What did she say to you?"
“Jotaro, I’m fine.”
“That’s not what I asked you.”
“She just...reminded me...of my job.”
He furrowed his eyebrows to figure out why his wife would feel the need to remind (Y/n) of her, but he quickly realized that was just it; his ex-wife was telling her to stay in her place. His eyebrows part and irritation instantly washes over his features as his beloved babysitter puts her glass down. “Listen, Jojo–”
"Don’t.”
“I only come over to watch your daughter. I don't know why I tried to go above and beyond by checking on you--”
“Because you’re amazing--”
“Because now your wife hates me. Like I’m pretty sure she fucking told the neighbors cuz they’re starting to look at me like I'm the worst person on Earth whenever I take Jolyne out."
The sudden sternness in the tone makes the man’s lips part before he bites the inside of his cheek in thought. They both look to the ceiling, listening for the sluggish pitter-patter of Jolyne’s footsteps making their way to the staircase—but it remains silent. Jojo sighs with relief and slides closer to her while she averts her gaze to the wine on the table. He rests a hand on her thigh.
“Sorry, it’s just--”
"No." He whispers, guiding her chin to face him, "I'm sorry for putting you through this. You deserve so much better than this.”
“What, no. It’s not you; your ex-wife’s just making life hard.”
He pauses, “Yeah, you’re right. But frankly, I could give a damn what she’s doing, I’m not letting you go—not if it’s not what you want.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Honestly, the highlight of my day is coming home to you and my daughter. I’m not letting that go for anything.”
“You...you serious?”
“You know I’m not one to joke about what I want. Or do I need to show you more recent proof?”
She nods then gasps as her boss quickly links his lips with hers. (Y/n)'s hands slide up his broad chest to yearningly grab his broad shoulders and rest the other on the back of his neck. They cup each other's faces and grasp at each other's shirts, groaning into each other's mouths for more.
Neither minded the amount of saliva due to their fervor as he picked her up and sat her on his lap. He holds her body so close that her breasts squish against him but pushes on his chest, breaking their forbidden kiss. Their lust-filled eyes open while they pant heavily on each other's reddened lips. Jojo's hand rests on her face, thumb swiping back and forth along her plush cheek.
"Sorry.” He whispers, “Didn’t know how much longer I could go without doing that.”
“What if someone sees?”
“Curtains are closed. Don't worry about it." He secures his hands under her thighs, "Let's go."
“Go where- oh!”
He carried her up the main steps, but instead of going to his room, he brought her to the guest room, a little farther away from his daughter's bedroom. He kicks the door shut before locking it, then sets her on her feet and continues to make out, sliding his long, white jacket down his arms and to the floor behind him. Their shirts were the next to go, being dropped at their sides before he pulled her hips closer, pressing his huge bulge into her pelvis.
“We do have to make this quick, though.” (Y/n) whispers breathlessly, "She told me she’d come back when you got off.”
“Shit, alright.” He picks her up again and walks to the available bed, where he mounts her, “Quick, got it.”
"Is this moving too fast? I mean..."
“We can stop now if you want.”
(Y/n) shakes her head, hands sliding down his side to his belts where she quickly unbuckles them. He looks down at her fingers and then back at her face with a small smirk. Before she knew it, his pants and boxers were down by his thighs while her leggings lay discarded on the hardwood floor. He tugs her underwear to the side and guides himself in with a breathless sigh from the tightness, head tilting back.
“Oh my...g-god.”
“Heh, sorry. Too quick?”
"Jus’ a little...big. Fuck Jojo."
He presses open-mouth kisses to her neck, "Not hurting you, am I?" He whispers.
“No...god, fuck no. Feels so fuckin’ good.
“I’m not even that deep yet.”
“I might go insane if you do. Just... jus’--”
“Oh yeah?”
The pads of Jotaro’s fingers dig into her hips as he pulls her closer to try to meet his base, but chuckles at the remaining inches between them.
(Y/n) grips his shoulders and curses under her breath, insides gripping him tightly, trying to stay sane while he stretched her wide. (Y/n) gasps out before biting her lip to keep her moans quiet when Jojo finally moves his hips at a slow yet deep rhythm.
He tried to keep it together but soft moans still came out while he gripped the sheets under her as his movements gradually became harder. (Y/n) shivers and groans at the change, arching her back slightly as euphoria ran up her spine. Once she moaned his name softly, he lost more of his composure and leaned down for another sloppy kiss in an attempt to keep himself from moaning.
"Jojo, don’t f’cking stop, please; oh my god.”
"I know we're farther from the front," He whispers against her lips, "But you gotta keep it down, ngh~"
She nods. "But you're going so deep...so-o deep. You feel so good."
"I know.... fuck, I know. Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight."
He lifts her legs to his broad shoulders, hips slamming against her ass over and over and creating the sound of heavy, wet slapping that fills the room. (Y/n)’s legs trembled so much from the deep strokes that she cried out only for him to cover her mouth and press his plump lips to her ear to shush her.
“Fuck, (Y/n).” Jotaro mutters, thrusts becoming harder, “You’re gonna wake my daughter if you keep that up.”
“But, ah, gonna cum. So close, Jojo, I’m so close~”
"Come on, cum for me then; that’s why I put you in this fuckin’ position. Cum.”
He quickened his movements and gently pressed his lips to hers again, moaning into her mouth while his girth throbbed and pulsed with every swift drag through her wet, squeezing walls. She kisses back, scratching his large shoulders, as her orgasm rushes through her nerves. (Y/n) holds the back of his neck as he guides her through her climax, making her moan and gasp in his ear.
"I-I think--"
"What, you gonna--"
"I think I love you."
His face doesn’t change but his hips speed up on their own, "D-do you mean it, (Y/n)?"
She nods.
"I-I do too.... a l-lot more than I should."
"Hah~ Goin' t-too...fast."
"Seeing you every day before work is enough to fuel me for the day."
"You’re m-making it hard t-to--mmh god!"
"Fuck, you don't know how badly I've wanted this shit."
"J’taro--"
"Kissing you, touching you, making you cum for me—fuuck, it’s too much."
Her back arches off the bed, and he slides his arm between the bed and her lower back, continuously pulling her into every heavy, breathtaking thrust.
"Ah~ Jojo! F-fuck, fuuck~!”
“Me too. Don’t worry, I’ll–”
“No, don’t stop. Please d’nt fuckin stop~”
“Then...you want me to..."
"Y-yeah, just please." She scratches up his shirt, "Don't stop~"
Jojo's hips stutter and his eyes shut as his thighs continue to smack against the back of hers. He groans loudly, burrowing his face in her neck when he meets the edge and spills his load inside her. He gasps and clutches at the sheets, while she plants soft kisses to his chest. They pant loudly together as his hips stutter to a stop, their bodies shivering together to calm down as huffs of breath in each other’s faces start to rile them up again.
Before they could get another word out, the front door could be heard opening from up the hall.
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(a/n): ill be honest, i never intended to write anything on this blog. as a college student with a job, a bitch be tired asf. but, writing is my happiness. so is delusion ;). complete inspiration comes from @itjazzbicch and their “Cheiftess” series.
enjoy.
*credit to owner. @romanreigns*
Parings: Dom!Roman Reigns x Black!Female Interviewer
Warnings: enemies to lovers????maybe still enemies. Smut. Lots of Smut. Swearing. Don’t interact if you’re under 18. ion like prison.
*NOT EDITED. SPELLING ERRORS AND MISUSE OF PRESENT/PAST TENSE*
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*takes place in 2021, feud between Roman Reigns vs Kevin Owens.*
It was Friday; Another boring ass Friday. The only difference was that he was here. And today, Jesus was he mad. But that’s just him nowadays anyway. Maybe it was due to the fact of Kevin Owens calling him out repeatedly. If there was one thing Roman Reigns refused to tolerate, it was disrespect. Disrespect to him meant disrespect to his family, his bloodline. Everyone in the arena already knew what he was capable of when he felt his heritage was disrespected. And best believe nobody wanted to engage with those consequences.
Over the last few months, since Roman’s return, he’s had a complete fucking identity change. He came back with a badass attitude, ready to take on anyone who was a threat to him and his family. His ego boost was on 100, with no sight of it coming back down to earth. But between you and your late-night thoughts? His persona, the “Tribal Chief,” had you imaging shit you didn’t even know could be possible. You knew that man could turn and twist you in ways that could be so pleasurable you could forget your name by only thinking about it.
As a backstage interviewer covering for Renee, while she enjoyed the beauty of her pregnancy with her husband, Jon, and you were temporary for now. Still, rumors swirled backstage on whether you’d stay. Stephanie and the other backstage crew mentioned more than once before how they loved how you can get into the superstars' minds during their interview. You gave a talk, unlike other interviewers—who were playing around the bush and being corny. You asked questions that could make them shiver or test their confidence. Or both.
You were on your way to your interview point, to interview Roman. Which you already knew was going to be dreadful. With how he treated Kayla during her interview, you knew he already had multiple insults ready for your questions. Little did he know you had something for his ass had he decided to pull it.
“You’re late.” He growls, readjusting his championship, Paul and Jey behind him
“I’m right on time. I said at 8:30, and it’s currently 8:30.” You smartly answer, taking your mic from one of the production members
“You’re supposed to be here when I’m here. I don’t give a damn about what time it is.” He snarls in your direction, “You have a once in a lifetime opportunity, don’t blow it.”
“I’ll assure you I won’t, Tribal Chief.” You give him a challenging smile
You clear your throat and smooth out the wrinkles in your skirt under his intense gaze at you before looking at the camera.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently here right now with our Smackdown WWE Champi—”
You were cut off as Roman placed his hand over the mic stopping the sound, “No, no, no, baby girl. If you want to introduce me, you’re going to do it right. Paul.” He calls for as he stepped aside for the short stubby man to speak
You roll your eyes as you lean your mic over to Paul—who held a grin on his face.
“Ladies and gentlemen, myself, and your lovely interviewer y/n are currently grateful to be in the presence of Head of the table, Smackdown WWE Champion, and ‘your’ Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns.” Paul giddily recites into the mic
“Okay, so Roman, last week you unleashed a brutal attack on Kevin Owens. You believe that you have to make him fear you, but are you starting to think his words are getting into your head?”
Roman lets out a chuckle before turning to Paul and Jey, “You see what I mean now? We give people like her chances in a million, and they blow it on stupid questions. Kevin Owens is irrelevant, just like you’re about to be. Find a better question. Next.”
You kiss your teeth before, letting out an aggravated sigh. With Roman’s new ego boost, you and practically everyone else in the arena wanted to sucker punch him in his face. And you planned to do so on your last day here.
“Do you feel as though, by using Jey as a pawn, you’re allowing yourself to get too comfortable? By using Jey as a backup, you make yourself an easy target to attack. Maybe other superstars think It’ll be easy to use him to make you riled up?” You question with a slight smirk
“Another dumb question. Ever since I took Jey under my wing, he’s been the main event three times in a row. I love my cousin. I’m a provider. I get riled up when I sense disrespect. Disrespect to me is disrespect to my family, my bloodline. Everything my family worked for will only be recognized with respect and decency, not in a silly conversation or this interview. If anybody would like to test that theory of me as a target, they can try; they won’t get too far.” He responds in a healthy, confident tone
“Jey, would you agree? Those people who disrespect your family will be dealt with? Perhaps in the same fashion, he’s dealt with you?”
Strikeout.
You knew that was the easiest way to get to Roman; Through Jey’s head. He also made his blood boil by mentioning the gruesome beating Roman gave to Jey in their matches.
Roman stated multiple times that the beatings Jey endured were well deserved in all aspects. He also hated when Jey answered any questions about it. He knew that by Jey telling his story of their bond, it would be dangerous to take it and misuse the information, making Roman vulnerable.
Roman gave Jey a side glare—silently telling him to choose his words carefully—before turning to Paul with an impatient expression.
“No...you know….” Jey stammers in nervousness, “It takes a lot to understand the pressure my cousin has on his back. He’s a provider to our family. He does what he has to do to take care of the people who matter most to him. People like Kevin Owens, Drew Mcintyre...they threatened that position he has at the table—”
“Do you agree? Roman feels threatened by Kevin Owens and WWE Universal Champion Drew Mcintyre?”
You could see Jey start to shift, meaning he was immensely trying to pick his words before saying anything that could cause Roman’s anger to be retaliated. Again.
“That’s enough for this interview. The Tribal Chief is needed elsewhere.” Paul inserts before moving his hand back and forth over his throat—signaling the production team to cut the cameras
You pop your lips before looking up at Roman’s frustrated brown filled eyes. You notice how his expression softens for almost a second the longer you look at him, “You have some strong confidence, I see. That attitude can get you in some trouble, babygirl.”
“My attitude is wonderful. I’m doing my job, just like you’re doing yours, Roman. The only thing is that I’m not a little bitch, with the urge to belittle everyone because I’m insecure about my potential and qualities.”
Roman gave you a sly smirk that almost makes you want to kick him in his face, “Insecure?” He chuckles devilishly, “That mouth of yours is dangerous. You should close it before I show you how to use it properly.”
He whispers the last part, leaning down to your ear, so Jey and Paul are out of shot, leaving your cheeks flush from embarrassment. Your shift on your feet, shaking your head in amazement.
You were sick of his shit.
You stuck your tongue in the side of your cheek and turned on your heel to walk over to the monitors. You continue watching the rest of the show, occasionally engaging with other superstars who walked by. Your mind continued to lose focus as you thought back to your interview with Roman.
You thought about his body language against you. He consistently sized up and was rigid towards everyone he talked to backstage as if with one wrong move, he’d be ready to bodyslam anybody. But around you, he wasn’t as tense. He was in his natural element; himself. You could see small smirks appearing on his face suggesting he was enjoying getting under your skin.
Roman ended up winning his match against Kevin through Jey handcuffing Kevin to the steel cage. You crack your neck and relax your shoulders. Roman could win a match without Jey or Paul by his side. Of course, that was just his character now. Still, something about seeing how much his dominance shows through his performance and his interactions with everyone else was secretly intriguing to you, how he ditched his vest and began to wrestle shirtless.
He should've been doing this shit when he got out of The Shield with Jon and Colby.
After Smackdown ended, everyone started to clean up. The long drive to the next city was crucial. You’d be driving all night long practically, inside of a small rental car. You could already feel the back cramps, the charlie horses, and the arm strains. You wanted to get your body at least some kind of relaxation before you began the midnight journey, so you head straight to the locker room showers for a hot shower to calm your nerves.
On the way towards the locker rooms, you heard yelling. You turn your head for your eyes to come in direct contact with Roman’s brown ones, completely tensed and filled with rage. You could feel the tension sweating off his muscular body throughout the atmosphere. He was yelling at Jey for interrupting his match when he had it under control. Jey being his current lapdog, he had no choice but to listen to the 6’3 ‘Tribal Chief’.
You swallow harshly under his intense gaze and continue your path to the showers with your luggage in your hand.
You were met with complete silence—thank god.—when you enter the showers. You lock the door behind you and turn the knob to a blazing hot setting. What? Hot showers are good, but blazing hot showers? Even better. Just the feel of your skin under the water steaming off you made your body instantly settle.
You quickly undress from head to toe, cracking your neck to the side. Before you could lift your feet to walk into the shower, you felt a large hand on your lower back shoving you inside, causing you to let out a screech.
The person roughly turns your body to face them, and you come face to face with none other than the Samoan. Nude as the day he was born, with his cock standing at attention against his muscled stomach.
“Ah!” You squeak under his large hand, covering your mouth, with the under holding the arch of your back close to his hard-built and sweaty frame.
“You’ve enjoyed this, haven't you. Were you running around all damn day provoking me? Getting in Jeys head, asking bullshit questions, smart ass remarks, and this tight fucking dress squeezing your body in all the right places? Do you enjoy playing games with me? Why would you play games with me? With your Chief?” He growled close to your face; the showers were now steaming around both your naked bodies.
“Do you enjoy being a little bitch boy? Fucking thinking everyone falls at your beck and call to please you?” His hand on your mouth was lowering as you struggled to get out of his hold on you.
“I don’t think, babygirl. Everyone falls because of who the hell I am! I am the Tribal Chief. I am your Tribal Chief. I am the face of this company, holding it on my back every day. You have no clue what that will ever feel like because you’re too busy running that pretty little smart-ass mouth of yours. Maybe it’s time for me to give you some discipline? For you to acknowledge me?” He pants in a cautious tone
You stop struggling for a moment, letting him pull you closer. You lean up closer to his lips, a mere centimeters away from your lips touching, “Like hell would I ever acknowledge you as anything other than a whiny fucking brat.” You sultrily respond
He lets out a humorless chuckle before responding, “It’s your punishment, babygirl.” With that simple response, he smacks his lips onto yours with force ending any further communication. You kiss him back with just as much roughness.
Your hand slides up to tangle themselves into his long dark black hair, pulling softly. You moan softly as Roman bit down on your lip, gaining entry to your mouth, both your tongues fighting for control.
The control you desperately desired to have.
He let you win for a moment to lower his hands under your ass to lift you around his waist. He takes a handful of your ass, pressing your body into the wall.
“Fuck!” You whine out as he takes a large hand to deliver a smack to your ass.
“You will acknowledge me. Do you understand me? You will fucking respect your Tribal Chiff, or I’m going to make you respect me. Am I clear?” He moans in your ear as your lips latch onto his neck, leaving love bites.
You were so caught up in the clouds of your head, with the thought of him fucking you that you didn’t even think twice about what he said, “Am. I. Clear?” He reiterates each word with a smack to your ass
“You’re such a jackass!” You mewl loudly, feeling him rub his long thick cock between your wet folds; lifting your legs to wrap around his muscular torso
“What was that?”
“I said you’re such a—Fuck, Roman!” You scream as the feeling of him stretching out your pussy to accommodate his cock overtook you to places you haven’t visited in a long time. You were anything but a virgin. But working at WWE had its downsides to finding good dick. Deciding to focus on your career, you decide to pause on sex for a while
Roman gave you a second to get used to the feeling of you being so painfully stretched out around his cock. “You wanna finish that sentence, babygirl?”
You could barely pay attention with his cock slamming in and out of you, already fucking at a furious and rough pace so quickly. Breathing in harshly as he pulls out to split you open on his cock again.
“Don’t stop! Roman, please don’t stop!” You moan, gripping onto his stiff shoulders
“Fuck! Look at you moaning my name like the slut you are. What happened to all that shit you were saying a moment ago?” Roman pants deeply in your ear
“I—Ah!” You squeal as Romans hands grip your thighs, bouncing you up and down his thick cock
“Shit, where am I, baby? Do you feel me in those guts? Deep inside that pretty little pussy? It’s my pussy now. The Tribal Chiefs pussy.” He deeply chuckles into your ear, his cock rubbing over your g-spot at every thrust, letting silent screams come out your mouth “All that bratty ass attitude...talking to me like you’re above me. Giving me nothing but fucking sass. The whole time you’re nothing but a slut for my cock, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in the showers? You’re gonna give me this pussy anytime I fucking want it.”
You let out a loud salacious whine as Roman slowly pulls out. He sets you down on your feet, flipping your body around letting your hard nipples collide with the cold and wet glass wall. He uses his foot to spread your legs apart. Roman slides a hand into your hair, yanking while simultaneously sliding his cock back into you.
“Fuck! You’re so fuck–“ You swallow a silent gasp as you felt him bite down on your shoulder. “You’re so fucking aggravating!”
“I'm aggravating, but who's taking this dick right now? Who’s dripping more than a faucet?” His confidence booms into your ear in a grunt
“Good dick doesn’t stop you from being an asshole.”
“But it makes you satisfied, doesn’t it?” He responds breathlessly before speeding up, cutting off your next reply
You place both your hands on the glass attempting to throw your ass back on him.If he thought he was controlling the situation, you were definity about to show him otherwise, by making him cum first. As breathless pant’s begin to leave his mouth, you feel him lean forward pressing his front against your back. You work hard at the thought of not cumming. Roman’s left hand comes down to rub your clit at a fast pace making that thought…just a thought. You bite down on your lip until the blood drains from it to stop yourself from relishing in the euphoric bliss you knew Roman was about to grant you.
“I can feel you clenching around me. Look at you. Fighting the urge to cum right now. Come on, babygirl. I know you’re good for it, let go. Acknowledge me as your chief. Let me see how fucked out you turn for me.” His voice sends shocks through your spine that leads to your core.
You gasp as your leg turns inwards, you throw your head back mewling to the ceiling for mercy as you finally let your orgasm crest. Not too far behind you; Roman allows his orgasm to follow through deep into your pussy. Primal roar’s coming deep from his chest bounce off the walls.
If anyone else was showering, they're certainly gone now.
With Roman holding your body in a death grip tight to his chest, you allow yourself to take a moment to let the following events settle in your mind. Having sex with Roman wasn’t the problem; it was the what if’s that clouded your already fucked out brain. Sex didn’t change how you felt about him. He was still an entitled brat with no sympathy for anyone. And he was definitely the last person you’d fall in love with.
“I think you should get going. I’m sure your entourage is going to come looking for you soon.” You choke out, attempting to break from his hold.
“They’re fine wherever they're at. They don’t do anything unless I give them the ok for it.” He sighs into your neck leaving kisses behind
Before falling too deep into his trap, you muster up enough strength to remove his arms from your body, “Okay, stop it.”
“Oh c'mon. Are you seriously about to ruin an amazing time here?” He snaps leaning onto the shower wall
“Did you think fucking me was going to make us best friends forever?” You question turning off the shower
“I see it didn’t work too well. You’re still the same old Y/N. Don’t act like this wasn’t the best thing to disturb your night.” He says returning back into his asshole self
“Oh no, trust me. That was amazing. Maybe you can get permission from your Daddy again to come and play again.” You laugh grabbing your body towel to dry yourself off
“Oh we’ll have to see about that. The next time you’re in need of me to make you forget your own name, just call me. I’ll always come running, baby.”
You drop your towel as you bend over with hysteric laughs coming out your mouth, “Oh fucking please. Me? Beg you? I wouldn’t hold my breath on that.”
“We’ll see. You know where to find me.”
#roman reigns imagine#roman empire#roman reigns one shot#roman reigns smut#wwe#wwe one shot#wwe smut#roman reigns#roman reigns fanfiction#roman reigns x reader#roman reigns head cannon#jey uso#royal rumble#kevin owens#jey uso smut#jey uso imagine#paul heyman
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WAIT I WANNA SHOW MY SIM COVE
ignore the fact he has no glassses in the first photo BUT I FIND IT SOOO HARD TO MAKE MALE SIMS IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS TO MAKE HIM IN A WAY I FEEL WAS SOMEWHAT ACCIRATE?2)$2 HELP i also have no mods that fit his style but IGNORE IT ❤️
NO WAIT BC I WANNA SHOW MY SIM TOO I TOTALLY FORGOT BUT OMG HES SO SEXY..... I NEED HIM....
also dw ion have things that match his style either. he either is an emo slut or a total dad in his patterned shirts n hoodie n shit
BUT LOOK AT MY COVE!!!! yes I gave him body hair (it's brown I think. I couldn't do green. I CANT) bc cove w hairy chest n arms has been making me tremble lately yk
ALSO IGNORE HOW LOW QUALITY MY GAME IS. I FINALLY CHOSE PERFORMANCE OVER QUALITY<//3
also if any long haired cover lovers are here, these are the hairs im using!!! the long one (hair down) is a female hair so just remove that tag.
*long hair "Alina V2" | bun "Saxen" all by simandy
look at how cute he is.... (ignore my ugly baby)
ALSO LOOK THEY WERE IN THE WATER N I TRIED TO MAKE EM KISS BC I THOUGHT OOO OCEAN KISS SO CUTE N MY SIM IS FUCKING MAKING OUT WITH HIS NIPPLE......
anyway here are my devil children also. I totally forgot cove wears glasses btw, I usually have him go without em bc I kinda hate the options after step 2, altho I give him them in step 4 sometimes. I JUST WANNA SEE HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE!!!! I love him
in order, Caspian, raine, and helios. THE FIRST TWO FUCKING HATE SLEEPING AND I.... PLEASE. I JUST CANT TAKE IT COVE N MY SIM ARE SUFFERING!!! MANS ALMOST PISSED HIMSELF BC CASPIAN HATED SLEEPING IN HIS CRIB AS AN INFANT, SO COVE WAS SITTING IN THE ROCKING CHAIR TRYNA GET THIS NEEDY CROTCH FRUIT SOME SLEEP.....
anyway. i love my lil family <3333 and here's some more screenies from my gameplay. miranda proposed to terry in the last one!!!! and adopted a cat together!!!!
ANYWAY SORRY I TOTALLY HIJACKED YOUR MOMENT LMAO but omg i need to know what skin overlays you use bc his face is so... im drooling actually ALSO WHAT HAIR IS THAT ITS SO SWOOPY N GORGEOUS!!!!
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Nct 127 as fratboys Pt.1
I enjoyed this wayyyyyy too much lmaoo
Taeil
first off
baby he don't wanna be here lmaoooo
He don't even know how he got in a frat in the first place
he majors in one of three things
comp sci
finance
or accounting (Yes finance and accounting are different)
Taeil wouldn't be your typical frat boy
he's definitely turning his assignments in on time
and he is never
and I mean NEVER up for a party
but allows it to happen anyway
however, if its finals season...
He is the one who shuts the party down when the clock touches 12
"Everyone get the fuck out! You have exams in a few hours"
The father of the frat honestly
He's pretty laid back and doesn't bother anyone
Some would think that he doesn't get laid either but c'mon now
he fucks around ALOT!
Don't let him fool you
Has had a threesome multiple times
but don't tell anyone I told you that
He hates the parties but always gets 4-5 BJs at each
and guess what y'all
if you fuck him
NO ONE WILL KNOW!
he won't brag about it and he won't tell a soulllll
If his friends are eyeing someone he's been with b4
and they ask him about her
trust and believe this man won't say a word
he'll shrug and be like "Ion know"
ughhh and he pulls easily too
Usually he beats around the bush
but always makes it clear he doesn't want anything serious
all in all he's a sneaky and quiet fratboy
lol
Johnny
Yeah...
everybody knows about this bitch right here
He is a business major.
Period
do not question the facts
doesn't give too much fucks about his grades though
as long as he gets a degree after this shit
he's good.
He would be known as the irresistible heartbreaker
cuz he WILL pull you in
and then drop you after he fucks.
I'm just being honest here y'all lmaoo
He is THE life of the party
like if a party is happening and he ain't there...
it's gonna be lame asf
He and Jaehyun are notorious for making their coma-inducing
jungle juice
Surprisingly he has a good fashion sense for a frat boy
oh and he definitely comes from a rich family
so yk he's driving his car around blasting
Drake and Tyga
Smokes hella w33d btw
like I'm not even joking
his circle clean as hell though
vibes are always through the roof
He fucks every other day
and everybody knows he does
why?
because he posts about it on social media
yup.
i said it.
He would definitely tag your ass too
so if yk you don't like the inanet knowing
that your- in his words- "pum pum wetter than the ocean"
then leave this man alone
lmaoooo
overall a menace and a jerk- typical fratboy (I'm sorry I wanted him to be sweet too lol)
Taeyong
He's a nerd.
I'm sorry but Taeyong does not belong in a frat 😭 jk k
but
He 100% has his legos displayed in his room
like don't even say it's not true
His idea of a fun time is spending hours building a lego set
He's definitely a communications major
maintains a relatively good gpa
so he's ight.
And a ladies man
Oh yupp
Everyone who has his twitter sees his posts about pussy eating.
And lemme tell you something
Bitches have lined up in front of the frat to get eaten out by this man
ya hear me???
And he brags about it on the dl
would be notorious for attending 2-3 parties for the semester tho
why?
his legos.
he NEVER has a shirt on
I swearrrrrr
he also smokes w33d with Johnny sometimes
but doesn't do it often bcz it tends to fuck him up a bit too much
can't roll one to save his life lmao
in terms of fucking he only does it when he's stressed
Did a threesome with Taeil once
He's the type to stare you down from some creepy ass dark corner at a party if he finds you hot.
He's definitely not the type to just tell anyone that he ate you out or fucked you randomly
but if one of his friends were to ask him
he's telling it all and giving you a rating outta 10.
for your sake
you betta hope he don't give you anything below 6.
#nct scenarios#nct smut#nct 127#nct dream#nct fanfic#nct imagines#nct yuta#nct taeyong#nct fluff#nct doyoung#nct donghyuck#nct jaehyun#nct haechan#nct johnny#nct mark#nct kpop#nct taeil#nct x reader#nct icons#nct imagine#nct#nctzen
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Yo what's up it's me, ya boi, [horrendous infection that knocked me down for a couple days]
Anyway I'll be catching up episodes 3 4 and 5 tomorrow/day after, but for now I just wanna do my thing with ep 6. 6&7 are possibly some of my favourite episodes in Tristamp, so I'm hyped to show off my theories/details about them.
Once again spoilers for Trimax [HEAVY spoilers in this case, we're talking about Legato and Razlo]
TL;DR there's something fucked up with Tristamp Livio and by extension Razlo, and I need more of them all the time.
@tristampparty I'm back in the game!
So a lot of these theories and details will link to episode 7 :]
So of note in this scene is (obviously) Wolfwood's weird red eyes which. Pretty cool ngl. But I do think there's something to be said about the way he pauses and carries the Punisher in this scene; there's a pretty popular theory that Wolfwood gets extremely overstimulated when he takes a vial and the way he pauses and wobbles with the Punisher here is, for me, more evidence for the list.
Also that they won't give this man a CAR. Give him a Thomas or something??? I think it speaks to the dehumanization of Wolfwood by EOM that he doesn't seem to get to use transport like a normal person - always set to wander the desert, because he can survive that! Not like a normal person, of course. Only the Punisher is inhuman enough to do that.
I'll have what he's having [I love that Nightow's wanted poster gets in the magazine despite being. Yknow, 30 $$]
I'll talk about this more when I actually get round to analyzing episode 5, but Roberto calling out Vash's not-being-human and then immediately going "well I'm not risking my life for that" is interesting because he's, well, a reporter. It speaks to his experience that he's not willing initially to chase down something that could be a big scoop. But also,,,, Vash looks like. 20. Roberto is probably about in his 30s-40s, which means he's probably heard of Vash since childhood [Since Tristamp Vash has a much longer reputation history than Trimax/98]. I really wonder what Roberto thinks of that; did the picture not come as a shock to him, or did he already know? Does part of the reason he keeps letting himself be talked into following Vash stem from a lifelong curiosity? Much to think about.
This plant HAUNTS me. Why does she have such a different tank? Used to power the Ion Cannon, maybe, but there's the possibility people adjusted it so she can better power the sandsteamer and that's,,,, There's a complicated relationship between humans and plants (obviously), but little implications like those adjustments make me go !!!! [My friend @millions-dykes has a Plant Engineer oc, Enigma, who focuses on that concept. She's very cool]
LIVIO SIGHTED. Let me get this out of the way quickly, but y'know that panel that is often cited as inspiration for Tristamp Livio's design? Yeah that's. That's Razlo.
Which is really fucking funny to me because it's foundational to Tristamp Livio - love that for him, but trimax Livio specifically does not wield Punishers, and the page that this appears on is when Razlo is getting Livio to tell him he's the strongest (Which then goes into this training flashback montage page which is Razlo-centric). Which again, extremely funny to me.
Not necessarily analysis, but something all iterations of Trigun do great at is a sense of Scale. The sandsteamer is massive, yes, but so is the desert. There's some great shots with the moons later on, which I love as well.
Wolfwood really doesn't try and keep it secret, huh? I mean, in every iteration Vash Knows[TM], but tristamp Wolfwood in particular just,,, doesn't keep the secret. I wonder what other conversations they've had, when Wolfwood realized Vash knew.
Being always able to see Wolfwood's eyes gives him a layer of emotion that I really like - Trimax Wolfwood is a little more reserved, because he's more developed, further layered into those coping mechanisms and repressions that make up his character. Tristamp Wolfwood hasn't quite had that yet, and it's reflected in his design. It's sick as hell
Time for me to be so normal about Livio and Razlo ^_^ so I've built up a bit of a study case on the differences in when Livio or Razlo are fronting [Trimax], and once you start looking into paneling and shit it's Very apparent! Which is cool! And I'm starting to build up one for Tristamp Livio, which,,, well, you'll see. Anyway take note of his movements here - slow, even footsteps and steady guns.
The mask here is. Also a red flag for something being Off. The eye moving independently suggests that either they have some Weirder Than Usual Body Stuff going on, that Trimax Livio and Razlo can do that and nobody comments on it because they're being polite or - My theory - the mask having those electrical components are embedded somewhat in Livio's face. I will explain in just a second.
Livio as a kid being so upset about his parents interests me - In Trimax, Razlo kills Livio's parents because Razlo was formed as a protective alter due to heavy childhood abuse, and Livio doesn't seem too upset by that specifically, more just being,,, alone. I wonder what happened with their parents in this specific timeline, or if Razlo just hasn't presented yet.
Now I've uh. Kinda semi-intentionally blocked out some stuff I've read in the Bible, but I do remember someone being crucified upside down. St Peter that was it! I don't remember anything else but I'm sure people more well-versed in the Bible will have some imagery to point out lol
Legato's outfit seems a touch inspired by that one July flashback in Trimax. Which, given that Tristamp is a leadup to July, is a nice touch!
Legato might be a bit protective of his hair. Can't imagine why.
On a more serious note, it makes sense for Legato to have such a protectiveness around his body and physical appearance, especially if Knives had an influence in it.
sands undertal
I really do wonder what Legato's ability is in this. Like unless they retrieved Vash's arm from the. Wherever it got sucked into when it was amuptated they can't go the 98 route. But the wire explanation of Trimax also doesn't quite seem to fit. Something new, maybe. Could be related to Plants!
I wonder if Vash here is thinking about Rollo. That Wolfwood was willing to kill Rollo out of mercy, and he's going to do it again to Livio. Except this time, Wolfwood knows Livio. Vash doesn't know Livio, but Wolfwood does and it's going to hurt Wolfwood if Vash lets him carry on with this. So he goes to save Livio, and save Wolfwood as well. Similar to Trimax, where Vash kills Legato to save Livio as a remnant of Wolfwood's memory, Vash here could be protecting Livio to protect Wolfwood.
Okay here's where my crack theories come in. So I do think that Razlo is elbowing his way into front about here, not even necessarily because Livio is getting his ass handed to him, but because of the mask. He's probably not fully There, because the progressing fighting style continues in Livio's movements, but the eye changes are. Well, it's Livio and Razlo you can never be too careful.
So Livio hits the mask here and is down for the count for. A Bit. What's important here to me is that the mask does of course have an electrical component. Now, what would that be for? Well, gathering that Livio seemingly has a bit of trouble after this (early episode 7, this is a two parter theory), that the mask is used by EOM to force a switch remotely. After the mask seemingly malfunctions, we get a lot more Razlo-esque movements and traits in episode 7 before Livio seems to come back in and have his little meltdown.
It links in with both dehumanization of neurodivergent people (In this case, a system) and the usage of Razlo and Livio by EOM. Razlo's very often portrayed as Big Scary Murder Alter by EOM for scare factor, whereas when we get a bit more into Razlo's head in the Elendira fight we see a bit more what he's actually like - protective alter groomed into assassinhood by Chapel - and lends more understanding to the character. EOM being able to force trigger a switch would be viscerally horrifying for that loss of autonomy theme in a way that speaks to many neurodivergent people. Thanks for coming to my ted talk????
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Spider gwen x reader hcs pls 👀💞
💚~ hi!! idk what it is about spider-Gwen these days but ive been thinking abt her nonstop. ion even like her that much since the last movie but she’s just been in my mind rent-free 😩
note: i’ll be uploading more often because ik ive been really flaky for a while now and i feel really bad :(( also idk why these got kinda angsty lmaoo
fem!leaning reader but no specific pronouns are mentioned
𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑
- for these headcanons i’ll be using some letters from the sfw alphabet!
s- security: how protective r they, how would they protect you, how do they like to be protected?
i don’t think gwen would be with anyone who is really dependent, so most of the time she doesn’t feel the need to step up and “protect” you unless it has anything to do with spider business- in which case, then she’s all over it. after peter, gwen is adamant that you stay out of spider stuff, and she won’t even allow you to know that she is spider-woman. but if you somehow do find out, she’ll probably start being slightly more distant in order to keep you safe, fearing that her enemies will find out that you’re someone important to her and somehow harm you. she might wind up accidentally pushing you away for fear of getting you hurt.
as for how gwen wants to be protected- she really doesn’t want to need protection at all. she doesn’t like to be vulnerable or have anybody think that she is. especially as a hero, gwen mistakenly believes she’s always the one that has to come to your aid and only worry about you rather than have you worry about her (which you do anyway).
p- patience: how easily angered are they?
relationship wise, gwen tries to be as patient as possible with you. she’s already generally stressed out, so she does her best to avoid problems with your relationship, which usually goes well. however, the one thing that always gets her temper bad is when you start asking about spider stuff, worrying about her life as spider-woman (assuming she’s told you/ you found out), because the last time someone close to her got involved with her business as a spider, someone died, and she doesn’t want to acknowledge that possibility again. so whenever you pester gwen about spider business she kinda snaps at you and ends the conversation quickly.
i- i love you: how fast do they say the l word?
it takes a while for gwen to get to the point of saying that she loves you, even though she knows she does way before she says it. she doesn’t want to say it too soon and risk you not reciprocating, and saying that she loves you would be an admission of attachment, meaning that if gwen ever lost you it would hurt way worse. so yeah, she’s very hesitant to say it, but be assured that it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t feel that way for you.
d- domestic: do they want to settle down? how good are they at cooking or cleaning?
at the moment, gwen’s life is all over the place, so settling down really isn’t a thought in her head. she wants to eliminate all her enemies and achieve some sort of stability both in her personal and professional life before she considers really starting a life with you. as for cooking and cleaning- gwen can’t cook for absolutely fucking shit and yes i am saying this because she is white. cleaning? she doesn’t really do it often- she’s kind of a cluttered person- but she can manage. for some reason i imagine her being really good at sweeping. homegirl can definitely work a mop, too
e- ending: if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?
judging by her behavior towards miles in atsv when he found out the truth about his spider-man origins, i wanna say she’d be really shifty about it. you’d notice her becoming distant and dismissive, and when you ask her about it she’d sort of dance around it. gwen wants nothing less than to hurt you, which is why she takes so long to tell you straight out, but really it just winds up hurting more because of how much she kinda drags it out.
r- remember: what is their favorite moment in your relationship?
i think her favorite moment probably wouldn’t be from when you were officially dating, but maybe when you both were just realizing your feelings for each other- lots of awkward but sweet and silly moments where there’s just a lot of blushing and awkward laughter and absent touches like playing with hair or brushing hands while walking beside each other. it isn’t anything big, but it means a lot to gwen.
g- gentle: how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?
gwen behaves sort of like a tomboy, so i don’t exactly picture her as being the type that’s super soft and gentle with you. also she is spider-woman and beats up villains twice her size on a regular basis, so her whole personality just isn’t all that “gentle.” she probably gives you a lot of a shoulder bumps and punches and unnecessarily hard high fives when she’s happy or proud. but when you two are alone she’s softer. you’ll find gwen’s fingers absently tangled in your hair or she might lay her head on your shoulder every so often.
emotionally, Gwen is mostly pretty careful about your feelings. she knows that her work as spider-woman worries you sometimes, so she makes sure not to talk about it too much. she tries to express her more negative feelings to you more often than not so she doesn’t wind up taking it out on you later- which is a difficult step for her to take. but she can be slightly inconsiderate when she talks about her other friends who are spiders- gwen can sometimes talk about them a little too much and her escapades with them, making you feel left out- and sometimes the way she talks about Hobie or miles can irritate you a little.
w- whole: would they feel incomplete without you?
gwen has learned to put herself together alone after the shit she’s been through, so it would take you two going through a hell of a lot together for her to actually really feel like you’re a part of her. not to mention she does have an unconscious fear of attachment because of what happened to Peter, and the betrayal of her father at the beginning of atsv (which was resolved i know but like it still scared her). but yeah, if you two have been together for long enough and her feelings for you are more enduring, she would feel incomplete if you left- but likely not for too long.
e- ending: what would cause them to break up with you? (ik i already did this letter but i wanna spell her name okay)
i imagine gwen would break up with someone for several reasons, but i think one of the kickers would be if you became too clingy. again, the attachment thing. if she feels like you’re smothering her you will definitely scare her off. gwen is also very independent, and she needs more of that time by herself than most people. it’s what she’s used to. violating that boundary will get you dumped real quick.
n- night: how are nights spent with them?
nighttime is when gwen is most active as spider-woman because that’s when a lot of villains like to come out of the shadows- so you don’t really get to spend time with her after dark. but you do like to peer out the window sometimes to catch a glimpse of her, swinging through the streets under the moonlight. if she sees you, she’ll definitely send you a smile or a brief wave before beating the hell out of her opponent.
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chapter 4: mansion
the house — borderline mansion — was packed. you could tell by the amount of cars that littered the street, and what you could see from the large glass windows. “does a fucking president live here?” you asked, looking at the big house with wide eyes.
“nah, both of eren’s parents are doctors. they’re rich as fuck.” jean answered, ringing the doorbell of the grand door. “is he single?” genesis asked, which made you laugh. “ion even know.” kade shook his head. “he’s a d1 bop.” somehow, you and gen (with a little help from jean) were able to convince kade to bring you two along.
“oh.” you and genesis grimaced. “gotchu.”
as soon as the door opened, your ears were filled with the loud sound of flex up by lil yachty, future and playboi carti. it was opened by a white guy with curly, dark hair. he had his arm around a girl, before he removed it to dap up jean and kade.
“manwhore..” you whispered to gen, to which she nodded. “definitely.”
“kd, these your sisters?” eren asked, as his eyes moved from his teammates to you two. “yeah, y/n, genesis, this is eren.” kade introduced.
“hey pretty girls, i’m eren, aka the owner of this hou-” you rolled your eyes, while your brother cut the man off. “yo, go back to your girl of the night.” eren fake gasped, and put his hand on his chest. “i was actually thinking of making her my girl.” jean quirked his eyebrow. “for real?”
eren snorted. “nah.” he shook his head. “anyway, come inside.” the house was in fact, packed, with people you presumed were students at utrost. some were dancing to the loud music, while others were sat drinking and smoking around the house.
as soon as kade and jean entered the building, there were shouts and screams from the crowd. cheering on the two stars for the performance they had earlier. “you never told us that you were fucking celebrities?” they laughed.
“i mean, we are the top two prospects in the country.” jean said cockily, shrugging his shoulders. “damn right,” kade laughed and dapped up his roommate. you rolled your eyes and snickered. “y’all are cocky as fuck.”
“not gonna lie, i’m not fucking with these weird ass stares i’m getting from your fangirls.” genesis said with a stank face. you nodded. “if they keep it up, someone’s getting smacked.” jean snorted. “we don’t even know them for real, just ignore them.” kade replied and threw his arms around their shoulders. “let’s go find conman.”
“kd! jay! you made it!” a guy with a nose stud and a red overgrown buzzcut exclaimed. you were now in the kitchen of the house. the guy, connie, dapped up his two teammates and grinned at them, showing off his blue braces. “of course we did. this party’s for us, ain’t it?” jean replied, with a smirk on his face.
connie rolled his eyes and smacked him. “you wish that was true, you bitch.” jean rubbed the shoulder that connie hit and laughed. “it is true, you bitch.” he rolled his brown eyes once again before his landed on you and genesis. “out of everyone, you choose these annoying bitches to hang around?” you and gen laughed.
“kinda have no choice. they brought us here.”
“woah?” kade fake winced. “why are you hating on your own brother?”
“brother?” connie asked. “so beauty runs in the family?” he finished, puckering his lips at kade. you, gen and jean laughed while kade pushed connie’s head away. “i wish i could drink right now.”
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- finally caved and made eren a slut for once. this is so unlike me 💔
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I think the people who think Bishop may care in a sick, demented way and people that think he’s doing this for his benefit…. are both right.
Lemme explain, y’all and don’t jump me! But I do think he does care. A lot of abusers (speaking from personal experience, my ex made me a victim of DV) care about their victims. The problem is That’s often why they seek out controlling and hurting the ones they love. They may love them, but they either don’t have the tools to love someone and treat em right, or they just don’t want to.
When Mercy held that knife to Bishop’s neck, I don’t think he was jus saying shit to say shit. He’s right, he was behind bars for 30 years and being controlled by others. Ion know much about his childhood or pre prison, but even just those thirty years should be enough to truly fucking rewire this guys brain. Control and Bishop go hand in hand, and there could be a deep, innate fear in him that if he doesn’t control - he gets controlled. Especially present in high emotional situations, such as finding a woman and possibly caring/having emotions towards her. Now I can’t say I like Bishop, I kinda wish Mercy cut his ass up when she had the chance - I just don’t know if I think he’s nothing but a stone cold psychopath, partly because of your tendency to very detailed, very nuanced takes on the human psyche, and partly because Most abusers are not jus….joe goldbergs or ted bundys.
I really am curious about Bishop’s childhood in more detail, and why he became this way - I think we need to be open to the fact that prison really did a number on this guy, y’all. That nonny that focused on the fact Bishop is the only one checking on this woman, making sure she eat, that’s true! Some of those behaviors could absolutely be this guy just tryna cover his tracks, but some of them are also….Ion know. I know someone said he may be covering his tracks because Jace know he’s at least abusive mentally, but I gotta point out this man successfully faked his own death and LITERALLY has a lair, y’all. This man would know better. I wonder if he ain’t leaving Mercy to die because he, himself, does not want her dead.
I think this is way more nuanced than just Bishop doing one or the other. I think the two sides have merged together to create the actions we see now, and I can’t wait to see where it goes further. I think he cares for Mercy, and that may be what’s actually triggering him to need to control her this badly. Either he’s scared of being controlled by her somehow, controlled by his emotions or… maybe he’s just fucking scared of losing the woman and it’s easier to control her than face the emotional worth he’s placed in her. It’s perfectly possible he cares for her in a sick, demented way (or at least shows it that way) AND calculates the risk and benefits of certain actions in terms of covering his own back. And PSA: even if prison reworked this man’s damn brain or whatever the case may be, it doesn’t make his actions any more forgivable - it does open the door to rehabilitation one day….possibly. Chile… anyways.
OOOHH WEEEE!!! Class has been in SESSION on this Holy Easter and Trans Visibility Day chile!!
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🤧💣 steddie??
Thank you for the prompt, anon! I torture E/ddie more often so I thought I'd go with S/teve this time. Hope you enjoy! 💕
S/teve has a nasty cold that's left him miserably congested; E/ddie suggests he try Chhinkni with pretty impressive results
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Content:
M/M, established relationship, modern AU so I could insert a Chhinkni scenario lol, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, masturbation, little bit of verbal teasing / dirty talk, E/ddie catching S/teve's sneezes, care-taking, tissues, mess (but not described too explicitly), contagion, manually induced sneezes, natural cold sneezes
NSFW as per, so under a read more - you know the drill
“Come on, Stevie. I think it’ll really help.”
Steve glanced warily at the vial of chhinkni powder Eddie held in his outstretched palm. His boyfriend, perched next to him on the side of the bed, peered up at him with a soft, crooked smile, and the younger man could already feel his resistance weakening. Stupid Eddie and his stupidly gorgeous everything. He coughed gently and nestled back further into the pillows Eddie had arranged for him so that he could sit up, as if even the closer proximity to that little container could cause him imminent damage.
“I don’t know, Eds…I don’t think I could take burning sinuses on top of all th-his congest…ion-!! HAH-AAESSSHUU!!”
Steve lurched forward with a powerful sneeze, barely catching the last of it with a shaking palm. It had been a huge, spraying affair - he licked the resulting moisture off his lips and grimaced slightly at the droplets glittering on his palm. He sniffled experimentally to see if the force of it had been enough to shift anything in his nasal cavities, but no cigar. The mess stubbornly sat there in his sinuses, leaving them throbbing miserably. His head felt like it weighed a ton.
Eddie reached out with a tissue and scrubbed away at the spray on Steve’s palm.
“Oh, bless you, honey…” He practically sighed, voice a breathy mixture of arousal and concern.
Steve knew if his hand had faired that badly against the sneeze, Eddie had absolutely received the brunt of it. He knew his boyfriend didn’t care – he actively wanted Steve to let loose around him – and normally this wouldn’t be a problem. Steve would love to see the older man come down with a sneezy, sniffly cold, especially one he had given to him, but this particular sickness was so unbelievably miserable that the usual enjoyment of allowing himself to be a sloppy mess around Eddie was tarnished by the concern that he could make him feel as awful as he himself currently did.
“Sorry, man. Didn’t see that one coming.”
Eddie shook his head, looking at Steve with so much adoration that he felt his stomach fluttering in return.
“No, baby, you’re fine. Just let them out as they come. Did that help at all?”
Steve sighed and leaned back into the pillows.
“No. Still completely stuffed up. Fuck, this sucks!”
Eddie gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb in what he hoped was a soothing motion.
“I’m sorry you feel so bad, Stevie. I really think the chhinkni’d help you out. Just a little bit! You’ve been sneezing all day anyway, what’s a dozen more?”
Steve shot a deadpan look his way.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Pervert.” He teased.
Eddie just grinned at him and softly batted the side of his head.
“You’re a menace. And yeah, I would like that, because it would probably ease your suffering, you stubborn ass!”
There was no malice in his tone, but Steve didn’t miss the genuine creeping exasperation that lingered underneath.
He felt bad for worrying his boyfriend – it wasn’t as though he had intentionally decided to block his own sinuses up to the point of consistent mouth-breathing and feeling his ears pop every time he attempted to breathe through his nostrils. He should be leaping at the chance to end this misery. But the chhinkni…
They’d both learned about the sneezing powder online the way any other person with their shared fetish had – it seemed like an absolute dream come true with the way it teased prolonged, intense fits out of anyone who tried it, and they’d jumped at the chance to try it themselves. They had, however, had mixed results.
Eddie had volunteered to go first when the package had arrived. However, in typical Eddie fashion, he had been overly enthusiastic with the initial dose, entirely uninterested in following the recommended guidelines. He’d snorted a line of it like cocaine, and minutes later he’d been sneezing so much Steve eventually became worried he’d hyperventilate. When he’d finally managed to get Eddie under control, forcing him to blow his nose and take measured breaths, they’d both been too freaked out to go near the stuff again for weeks. Never mind the fact that Steve had orgasmed untouched in his jeans as he held his boyfriend bucking repeatedly in his arms.
They’d tried again with Eddie, this time taking the correct dosage, and found that it worked just as well as his pollen allergies without the prolonged suffering that occurred if he overexposed himself to some particularly strong flowers. It was a success, and the little vial was placed in their nighstand with the plethora of other inducing tools they kept on hand.
Following Eddie’s persistent requests and the mounting pressure of his own curiosity, Steve eventually gave in and decided to indulge his boyfriend. His nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as Eddie’s (though that wasn’t saying too much – he’d never known another person alive as sensitive as the dungeon master), but he was still a little worried about having a negative reaction. Eddie had insisted that that one time was because he had been a moron and not because of anything wrong with the powder itself. Steve eventually agreed he was probably right, and he had gotten off enough times to his boyfriend’s reaction to the stuff that it was only fair he try it himself.
He'd snorted a small, pea-sized amount of powder, and leaned back where he perched on his boyfriend’s lap, waiting for the magical stuff to take over. Said metalhead looked up with eyes practically boring into him with lust, gripping his hips tightly in anticipation for what they both hoped would be a lengthy and violent reaction. Unfortunately, Steve had only sneezed once, a throaty and tortured “HARRRSHHHUU!!!” left hanging between them before he had hissed in pain and clutched at his face.
30 minutes later, after an intense nasal irrigation operation involving a nettie pot and their bathroom sink, Steve leant forward, bleary-eyed and exhausted with a concerned Eddie rubbing his back and pressing kisses to his shoulder blades. Eddie had been devastated, blaming himself completely for Steve’s unfortunate reaction, which Steve had repeatedly assured him was not his fault. They’d called it quits for the evening, neither of them feeling like fooling around anymore. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms watching some dumb 80s slasher movie, and in the morning Steve had sworn off the chhinkni for life.
Which was why he was currently eyeing the distinctive little vial with undisguised distaste. But Eddie seemed adamant that he try it, and he had to admit his resolve was steadily wavering.
“You know, before our little…community discovered this stuff, it was made specifically to ease congestion from colds. It’s literal cold medicine, Steve.”
Steve scoffed at that. Eddie pointedly ignored him.
“I mean, dude – I know you had a bad time before, but that was when you weren’t already stuffed the fuck up. It shouldn’t burn – honestly, I’m not even sure you’ll feel anything right now. Your airways are totally blocked.”
Steve supposed he had a point.
“But if my airways are blocked, will it even do anything?”
Eddie smiled encouragingly at him, eyes glittering and making it impossible for Steve to look anywhere but at his boyfriend.
“Only one way to find out, big boy.”
Steve sighed. Okay. He was going to do this – for Eddie, he told himself. He honestly wasn’t sure he could feel much worse than he did in this moment. Even if he experienced a little bit of burning, it might at least make his nose run enough that he’d be able to actually blow it.
“…Fine. I’ll snort some.”
Eddie’s entire body seemed to both slump in relief whilst simultaneously beginning to buzz with anticipation. Steve could tell he was trying his best not to look too eager and was failing magnificently. He was such a dork. Steve’s heart leapt in his chest a little, out of both adoration for Eddie and a kind of twisted excitement at what he was about to do. He hoped he would sneeze. He hoped it would actually be a productive affair. He hoped Eddie would like it.
“Oh my god, finally!”
Eddie sighed dramatically and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Perhaps it was the angle at which he was sat, the timbre of the laugh vibrating against his irritated sinuses, an errant cold-induced tickle – maybe all three – but it was with a sudden and pressing urgency that he realised he very much needed to sneeze. He sucked in a desperate gasp to fuel his release, reddened nostrils flaring angrily.
“AEEESHHH!! TIISSSHHH!! HAH’TSSSSHHH’UU!!” He aimed the sneezes lazily at an upraised hand, smirking a little as he wound down from them at the unmistakable sound of Eddie moaning and the sensation of his body sitting up ramrod straight beside him. He looked at his boyfriend through heavy-lidded eyes.
“’Scuse me. Tickled.”
Eddie, blushing a particularly pretty pink, cursed before laughing breathlessly.
“Getting a head-start, Harrington?” He chuckled as he twisted the cap off the small container.
“Just giving you a preview, Munson.” He teased, then laughed as Eddie lurched forward to press tiny kisses all over his face.
“Just hope this works for you. My poor, stuffy baby.” Eddie crooned as he sat back with the vial.
Steve watched as his boyfriend lifted the open container up to his own nose before taking a deep inhale through flared nostrils. The effect was almost instantaneous. Eddie shook with a fierce fit of irritated sneezes, aimed at Steve’s duvet-covered lap.
“Ehdd’tchu! Ngxt’chiew! Ts’zieww! H’tchu! HEH! ENGXT’tchiiewww!!”
He shook his long curls back from his face and grinned up at Steve, eyes twinkling.
“Whew! That felt so good. Stuff’s still strong as ever.” He rubbed his nostrils roughly with the knuckle of a crooked forefinger. Steve shuddered at the pleasant thrum of arousal the little fit and Eddie’s teasing comment produced.
“Bless you, Eds. You’re so fucking hot, baby. Now hurry up and put me out of my misery.”
Eddie smirked at him, looking as devilishly cheeky as he always did when he successfully turned Steve on.
“Your wish is my command.”
With practiced caution, the older man shook a small amount of powder onto the webbing of skin between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Holding the hand steady, he placed the open vial on their nightstand and looked up at Steve, undisguised excitement burning in his chocolate eyes.
“Ready, Stevie?”
Steve hummed an affirmative and leaned forward. Eddie guided his hand up to the younger man’s face and held it there, resting his thumb and fingers on Steve’s cheeks. Steve gingerly pressed his nostrils to his boyfriend’s hand, hesitating for just a moment before inhaling forcefully through his nose, sniffing up the powder. Steve was too focused on the sensation to notice Eddie shaking slightly in response to the former jock’s warm, damp nostrils gently suctioning at his skin.
Steve leaned back, sniffing experimentally. Eddie had been right – he was, in fact, so stuffed up he couldn’t even make out the scent of menthol. It didn’t seem to be doing much of anything, but he’d rather that than the burning. Eddie was watching him keenly, almost without breathing. Steve snuffled again – absolutely nothing.
Feeling almost as if he’d let his boyfriend down, he opened his mouth to speak –
“HAHHYISSSSHIEWW!!!”
And sneezed instead.
Both men jumped, absolutely blindsided by the thunderous sneeze. Steve had been forced forward with the cringing effort of it, Eddie reaching out to steady him by the shoulder instinctively even as he felt the spray settle on his face.
“Jesus H Christ, Steve!”
Eddie felt his cock throb in his jeans which were suddenly all too tight, ears ringing. His eyes scanned Steve’s face, took in his crumpled expression, looking every bit as ruined as he himself felt. Steve let out a sound between a shaky exhale and a whimper and attempted to maintain eye contact with him, despite the tickle forcing his eyes slowly shut.
“S-sorr-ih-HIHH-!! HAEGGSHOOO!!”
Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as another mist of spray burst across his cheeks and lips.
“Bless you, honey. No sorry, love, it’s okay - are you okay?”
Steve nodded, squinting against the tickle. God, it didn’t burn but it buzzed, a ticklish sensation taking root at the base of his nostrils and seeming to pulse out in waves across the centre of his face. It was so intense, but not quite enough, the fit he’d been hoping for just out of reach.
“I’m – I’m okay….God, Eddie, it tickles so much but I c-can’t-!”
He cut himself off with another huge inhale that left him just as quickly as it culminated. He shook his head gently, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.
“Ugh. False start.”
“…Mmf.”
Steve watched his boyfriend squirm, squeezing his legs together. He wasn’t sure if Eddie was attempting to calm his erection or was seeking further stimulation. He smiled – or his lips attempted to curve into one despite the tickle teasing his sensitive nostrils. He felt a little ridiculous given the circumstances, but he’d long abandoned any feelings of genuine embarrassment regarding his pre-sneeze expressions – around Eddie, at least. The first time he had shyly attempted to duck away into his shirt collar to hide an openly tortured grimace, Eddie had softly pulled his chin up to watch every little detail as he fell to pieces in front of him.
Steve sniffled forcefully, hoping the action would spark up a tickle strong enough to send him over the edge again, but all he earned for his efforts was a quick flurry of angry coughs. This was so unbelievably frustrating – he had sneezed with no indication he was about to at all, but now felt as though he was trapped in an endless purgatory of fruitless buildups. The tickle buzzed so terribly that his eyes were leaking tears of bitter irritation down his face. He whined, feeling the older man rubbing his shoulder encouragingly.
“Eddie…”
“Yeah, Stevie?”
“It won’t-! HH!!....I can’t-!! HAHDDT-!! Ohhh….”
He groaned in frustration as the tickle teased him, taking him right to the edge before cruelly denying him any release. He heard Eddie mutter under his breath. He gasped his way into another buildup with the same result.
“Ok, I think you might need some – manual intervention.”
Eddie squeezed his shoulder before rooting around in their nightstand drawer. Steve watched as well as he could through the blur of tears as his boyfriend emerged with a clothes tag gripped triumphantly between a thumb and forefinger.
“How’s this, baby? Gonna let me tickle those sneezes out for you?”
Steve nodded after another particularly desperate false start.
“Please.”
Eddie wasted no time in tilting Steve’s head back, exposing his twitching nostrils for easier access. The older man clucked his tongue as he took in the swollen interior of them.
“God, honey, this is such a nasty cold you’ve caught….”
Steve whined impatiently. Message more than received, Eddie slipped the end of the tag into his right nostril, prodding and twisting insistently, almost as desperate for Steve to sneeze as the younger man himself. For two minutes thereafter, Steve continued to gasp uselessly. Eddie chewed at his bottom lip, trying to ignore the prickle of concern as his boyfriend seemed trapped in an endless loop of hitch, gasp, exhale, repeat.
In a last-ditch effort, Eddie switched the tag to his left nostril. Only a few prods later and Steve felt his breath scissor, this time more deeply, and he just knew that he was going to sneeze. Eddie seemed to notice the difference and pushed the tag deeper, pressed up harder. With one final inhale that filled his straining chest to capacity, Steve hovered momentarily on the precipice of release before mercifully, finally pitching forward with the resulting paroxysm.
“HAHGK’TISSSSHHH’IEWW!!!”
He moaned in relief, luxuriating in the shiver that most powerful sneeze sent down his body as it rocked though him. The tickle flared again, and the process repeated.
“TISSSSHH’IEEW!! ITSCHHHH’IEWW!! HAEESSHHHOOO!!”
He felt Eddie’s arms reaching out to support him, heard him muttering words of encouragement.
“There you go, baby. Bless you – Bless you!”
Steve shuddered, the undeniable pleasure of sneezing openly after such a long buildup combined with Eddie’s loving words in his ear leaving his head swimming.
“I ca’hannt s-stop-!! Hah-!! Hah-HEH!! Hh-HH-HEHhh!! HRRRSHH’IEWWW!!”
With that latest sneeze, Steve felt the congestion shift, blessedly loosening and starting to hang in thick strands from his flared nostrils. He blindly fumbled to raise a hand to cup around his mouth and nose, knowing the rest of his fit would be heavily productive. He felt Eddie lower his hand to the duvet and tenderly press his own tissue-clad palm up to his trembling mouth.
“It’s okay, Stevie, I’ve got you.”
Steve bucked forward immediately into the protective cover of the tissues, another colossal sneeze tearing at his throat.
“HEEEEIGGXXSSHHHHhhh!!”
It was intensely messy, filling the tissues as the result of his cold burst out into the folds. Luckily, Eddie didn’t miss a beat, and expertly switched the bundle for a new one, wiping Steve’s nostrils clean as he went. Steve could do nothing but sneeze and sneeze, thinking he was done before another tickle would pitch him forward helplessly, eventually ending up almost entirely in his boyfriend’s lap.
A brief pause left Steve panting against Eddie’s palm. He had lost track of how many times he’d sneezed, but he knew he wasn’t done. The interrupted tickle threatened to simmer down into that dissatisfying, torturous buzz once again - Steve groaned and desperately rubbed his tingling nose into the tissues, nostrils flared wide. He felt the familiar tickle of his boyfriend’s fringe brush against his forehead before the welcoming sensation of Eddie’s lips pressed against the bridge of his nose. Eddie hummed, and the vibration of it teased the tickle back into fruition.
“H-hohh Goddd-!! HAAHHH’TSHHHH!! TISSSSHHH’IEWWW!! HARRRESHOOO!! HHH’RISHHHH!!!”
Steve erupted, each sneeze seeming to vibrate in the air of the room, the sheer volume of them almost deafening. He almost felt as if he would make himself jump had he not known exactly when he was going to sneeze.
After another few minutes, he at last felt the sneezes beginning to wind down. He sat back, mouth hanging open, tongue pressing itself insistently against his bottom lip in an attempt to usher in the remaining tickle. He felt Eddie pressing soft kisses to his forehead, across his closed eyelids, over his cheeks. The metalhead reached up, tissue in hand, and rubbed the tip of Steve’s nose in a circular motion to encourage the sneeze, tracing the arches of the younger man’s damp, flared nostrils. With a final jiggle applied to his septum, Steve sucked in one last, huge breath and leaned into the sneeze for all it was worth.
“HADDT-!!! HAAHHH’GIITTTTSH’IIEWWwww!!!”
He moaned in the aftermath, limbs tingling and head throbbing, though not unpleasantly. Slumping into Eddie’s embrace, he focused on the sensation of his boyfriend’s warm hand stroking up and down his trembling back, snuffling wetly into the tissues pressed to his face.
“Blow for me, love?”
Eddie held the tissues securely around his nose, and Steve felt a flutter of relief in his chest when he was able to blow productively into them. He paused to allow Eddie time to switch the tissues before going several more times, the older man pressing kisses to the top of his head.
Finished, he slumped back against his pillows, shaking like a leaf but feeling better than he had all day. Eddie swiped at his nostrils a few more times before leaning forward and capturing Steve’s mouth in a deep kiss. Steve was the first to break away, coughing convulsively into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie hummed in sympathy, patting his back.
“Sorry, man. Got carried away.”
He chuckled apologetically, wiping the younger man’s bottom lip clean of moisture.
“S’okay.”
Steve reached out and twirled a lock of Eddie’s curly hair around his finger. He took in the ravenous expression on his boyfriend’s face, the deep flush that spread across his cheeks. He was panting almost as much as Steve had after coughing up half a lung. The former jock let his eyes drop to the tent in Eddie’s jeans, almost comically erect. He smirked.
“You could have touched yourself, dude.”
Eddie laughed breathily, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.
“Had to look after you. Nearly came a couple of times, honestly. That was fucking impressive, Harrington. Mind if I-?”
“Please. I want to watch you.”
Eddie exhaled shakily, nodding his head and shimmying his tight black jeans and underwear down his thighs. He licked his palms a couple of times – pointless, really, given how wet the tip of his cock already was – and wrapped it around the throbbing shaft. Steve hummed in appreciation, taking in the hardness and almost bruised colour of the phallus. The older man was right on the edge of orgasm. He sniffled and watched in satisfaction as Eddie’s cock twitched in response.
“You’re so – hah – incredible, Steve-“
Eddie started to stroke himself in earnest, his free hand clutching the bed covers as he gazed into Steve’s eyes.
“You had – fuck! – such a tickle, baby…”
Steve sighed, purposely exaggerating the sound of it into a semi-orgasmic moan for his boyfriend’s benefit. Eddie’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing and dripping precum down his knuckles. Steve felt his own cock twitch half-heartedly in response. The sneezing fit had left him shattered, far too tired to touch himself, but he could still feel the steady pulse of his own arousal thrumming through him in response to the sight of his boyfriend working his gorgeous cock.
Just because he was too tired to have an orgasm didn’t mean he couldn’t help Eddie with one of his own.
“Such a tickle. Felt so good to sneeze, Eds. Wanted to sneeze for you.”
Eddie cursed and reached frantically for one of Steve’s used tissues, burying the head of his cock into the damp folds.
“Did you like it, baby? When I sneezed into your hands? I know you wanted it all over your cock the most. Drenching you with my spray.”
He knew that would do it. He nestled back into the pillow with a satisfied sniff, watching Eddie’s back arch as his climax rushed over him. The orgasm looked intensely gratifying, the metalhead’s face a rictus of ecstasy, cock jumping in his palm and filling the sticky tissue with his cum. Sighing happily when his climax abated, the older man sat in place for a moment before tossing the ruined tissue aside and lifting his arms over his head in a full body stretch. He reached for the glass of water on their nightstand and held it to Steve’s lips, urging him to drink before taking a swig of his own.
“Holy shit, Harrington. You’re gonna kill me one day.”
The dungeon master shucked off his jeans before pulling his shirt off over his head.
“Mind if I get into bed with you?”
“Mmmn…”
“’Mmmn’?”
“You’re gonna get sick.”
Eddie crawled up his body and planted a hand firmly on either side of his head. Steve grinned up at him, feeling loopy with exhaustion.
“Steve, baby, light of my life, if this is an actual, genuine concern of yours at this present moment, I hate to be the one to break it to you. But if there was any chance of preventing my catching this fucking plague you have brought unto our household, that was before you sneezed in my mouth when I went in for a kiss this morning.”
Steve giggled.
“Whoops.”
“’Whoops’, he says. If that wasn’t enough, sweetheart, those last fifty sneezes really sealed the deal.”
“Wasn’t…f’fty….”
Steve felt himself starting to drift off.
“Gonna sleep, champ?”
“Mmm…”
He nuzzled into Eddie’s palm where it cupped his cheek.
“Okay. You’ve definitely earned it. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
He could hear the smile in his boyfriend’s voice.
“Mm’L’ve you…”
“Love you too, baby.”
#i added a little bit of sneezing from e/ddie#as a treat <3#nametakenfic#s/tranger t/hings#snz kink#snzblr#snzfucker#snz fet#sneezefic#sneeze kink
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Toji x black reader
Summary : Toji baby momma is tripping cause megumi been talking about you a lot at home, Toji had to go down there and handle it but you wanted to do it your way..
Warning: fighting, cussing, sad
Reader = pink
Toji = blue
BM = purple
Megumi= green
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Reader Pov
I stopped at megumi house to drop him off after we had a fun day shopping and going to the skating rink “ megumi this your stop “ you smile at him grabbing his cheeks “ oh okay , I really don’t wanna leave you.” You stop grabbing his cheeks “ I know but you gotta go back to your momma”
He looked sad but you already knew what you had to do cause if he was in your car for any longer that ugly bitch would come out and try to be friendly “ okay bye the better mom” you giggle at his statement “ ok bye megumi imma miss you” you kiss his cheek good bye, he waved bye to you then you pulled off
You finally made it home and put your bag down on the counter and made your way to sit next to toji and you kissed his cheek “ hey mamas, gimme a better kiss then that “ you giggled at him and leaned in kissing him deeply “ mhmM” Toji grabbed you by your neck but you let go “ ok ok , big boy let’s chill “ you giggle
“ you just so fine baby” you smile “ so what did you and megumi do” “ oh we just went shopping and after that we went to the skating rink, i already miss him” toji giggle “ you act like he’s your son” you kinda felt disrespected “ well his mom don’t do shit for him,so I’ll do it myself” toji looked at you “ don’t talk about her like that” Wth is he talking about “ dude wtf is your problem” you got up and went in your room
What the fuck is wrong with toji , defending that girl like he didn’t catch her sleeping with 2 dudes “ ughhh he gets on my nerves” you laid down and went to sleep
TOJI POV
My girl just ran upstairs cause I said some shit about my ex she always overreacting “ this girl need-a chill” I sucked my teeth, I seen my phone rung it said baby momma…. “ man I don’t feel like talking to this bitch right now” he answered the phone “ what you want” “I don’t want our son around that hoe” “first off don’t call my girl a hoe, second off we got shared custody so you can’t tell me shit” “ man fuck that bitch I have him longer then you and that hoe does and tell her stop buying him stuff I got it “ “ bruh ion feel like arguing imma come over and talk I don’t got no time to argue with you in my crib” “ alright come over, i can’t wait to. See you in this pussy again” “you ain’t getting anything from me you nasty hoe bye” “ BIT-“
I hung up before she could run her little rat ass mouth I went upstairs and I seen my girl sleeping I’m liking this view she was wearing a dress and I can see everything “ baby wake up “ I smacked her ass “ baby come on” “ what’s wrong baby” I smiled at how cute she looks and how she forgets everything when she sleeps “ I gotta head to my baby momma house , we need to discuss something” “I wanna go with you then” “ you can’t go baby you already know how you finna act” I kiss her on her cheek while rubbing her ass
“ baby I’m going with you no matter what you say” I sigh I shouldn’t have told her that “ baby I’m sorry I really can’t let you go” squeezing your ass harder “mhmm toji thats to rough” I don’t care what’s to rough I’ll do it anyways “ baby you not going” giving her ass a final slap then finna go change my clothes “baby I’m getting ready to” I see my girl getting up and going In her closet and grabbing clothes “ baby you can’t “ “ baby if you don’t let my go I won’t give it to you for 4 months” she really said that I can’t live without being in her “ okay whatever hurry up”
I seen her littler smirk but I didn’t say nun about it……
Reader POV
So we finally arrived at this bitch house I was wearing a black bodysuit with the panda dunks and my T chain ( stands for toji) my boyfriend was wearing a black turtle neck with a chain and cargos and Jordan 4s looking so sexy but anyways “ alright we here mamas don’t make a fool outta yourself.. ight” you smiled “ ok baby” both of y’all got out the car toji knock on the door. Then she came out wearing these booty shorts and white cropped top with these crocs. I think she was trying to impress him.
“ why you bring this bit- I mean this girl here“ I already knew what she was about say but I ain’t gonna check her now I seen toji side eye me when she said it “ let’s talk. I don’t got time for your bs right now” she let us in but I seen how hesitant she was when I came in
Then I see megumi sitting on the couch so I went over there “ hey megumi “ he looked “ OMGG HEYY” he jumped up and hugged you, and you giggle “ hiii!” “ hey can you leave my son alone he was doing something” megumi looked at her “ mom calm down she’s fine “ “ yea she’s right I gotta go talk “ i grabbed his cheek then pat his head, I look her up and down. Then went and sat down with toji “ so why can’t my girlfriend see megumi”
You looked at toji and that ugly bitch “ what? Why didn’t you tell me this” toji look my direction and sighed “ cause you would get mad “ “ of course I would get mad “ now that girl looked at you “ girl shit the fuck up your acting like he’s your kid” Toji stood up“ what did you say to my girl” you pushed toji back and you ran up and punch that bitch in her face and then you was on top of her “ baby stop”toji tried to pull you off but you didn’t let go
Toji finally pulled you off of her “ let me get at her!!” You struggle but toji already had you outside “ calm down.. I knew I shouldn’t have took you” “ baby I can’t stand her,” “ but you didn’t have to hit her, your crazy” did he just call me crazy. I felt tears coming down my face “ why do you care about her so much, your with me not HER” toji looked disgusted “ your just as crazy as her” “ I can’t do this anymore… give me my keys” toji face softened “ what are you talking about” I looked at him“ GIVE ME MY FUCKIN KEYS”
Toji gave you your keys he was kinda hesitant “ baby what are you doing, what do you mean you can’t do it no more” you walked to the driver side while he walked behind you “ I wanna break up” you started crying harder “ w-what..” “ I’m done with you, you always defend her.. it’s like you don’t care about me…. I’m just done “ you sat down in the car and closed the door then Toji leaned to the window “ baby.. I-I wasn’t you cant break up with me “ you looked at him “ I want you to leave the apartment tonight…. I’ll help you pack. Find another way home” you drove off before toji could say anything…
TOJI POV
My girl just broke up with me.. I knew I shouldn’t have let my anger out on her.. “ DAMNNN ITT” I threw my hands on my face then started to cry , I didn’t have nowhere to go I went up to my baby momma door then I helped her out and had sex with her.
So I can stay at her place. My baby momma drove me to my girlfriend house i walked in. “ I packed everything” I sigh “ can we talk” she looked at me “ megumi told me what you did… just leave and be with that hoe.. YOU DONT LOVE ME YOU SLEPT WITH HER AFTER WE BROKE UP LIKE 2 HOURS AGO”
wait for part 2.
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