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notjustjavierpena · 2 months

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Does hubby and his wife have rougher sex sometimes? I saw you wrote a post where you thought about him spanking her 🙊🙈

Rough (Drabble)

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A/N: This is just a little treat because I love getting smutty anons. The monkey emojis really made me do it. As always, thank you to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for beta’ing. Absolute queen 🫡💖

Summary: PWP. It is what it is!

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: husband!javier loves his wife, dom/sub undertones, rough sex, doggy style, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk, spanking, light choking, sprinkled with breeding kink, sprinkled with some love and devotion

Word count: 800

Rough

Javier has you on your hands and knees. The house is empty except for you, all doors and windows closed to allow what you are doing to reach a volume that would concern your neighbors if they heard.

“Put your hands on the headboard,” he commands as he fucks you and you immediately grab it so harshly that your knuckles start to hurt. However, you are too caught up in the way pleasure shoots through your system like tiny electric currents to notice.

“Who’s a good girl?” He asks and lets his palm come down on your ass and your moan is pathetic. The lingering sting makes you clamp down on his cock, causing a low growl to spill from his mouth in the midst of his strained panting. He goes impossibly rougher and sends you flying forward until you have to cross your arms in front of you, rest them on the headboard, and lay your forehead against them if you don’t want to bang into the wall.

“Me,” you whisper, trying to concentrate on your rapidly approaching orgasm. His cockhead is grinding against your g-spot with each thrust, and it feels so good that you cannot keep sounds from pouring from your lips. Your heart beats fast, your face is hot and you can feel sweat run down your spine as you share body heat with him.

“Say it louder, Princesa (princess),” he groans and smacks your ass again, “C’mon now, let me hear it.”

“It’s me,” you let him know in a higher-pitched voice. He makes a sound of approval but you keep begging for him to make you finish, “Please, baby.”

“And who did a good job tonight?” He continues his questions with a shakier voice. You try to imagine the way his forehead creases slightly when he is focused, and the mental image makes your clit jump.

“Me!” You try to grind back into him, “Oh God, I’m—“

“M-hm, baby. You’re my sweet, good girl,” his breath hitches in his throat when you start to flutter around him, signaling that your pleasure is just around the corner. He pounds your g-spot, “And who gets to come on my cock?”

“I do,” you reply without hesitation, and then you peak after those words. As you come with a loud cry of relief, he reaches around you to splay a hand on your chest and lifts you up until your back is against his chest. You moan feebly as you still feel the warm waves of pleasure pulsating between your legs, but the sound dies in your throat as his broad hand reaches upwards to grip around your neck. He holds you in place, the other hand going down to your cunt to stroke your clit until you cannot think anymore. It hurts so good to be forced to come again, and Javier drives into your sensitive cunt with newfound energy, desperate for his own release.

“Te quiero (I love you), I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant, baby, mi chica sucia (my dirty girl),” he bites at the spot behind your ear, squeezing around your throat. It is the sound of you choking on a moan as you come again that sends him over the edge, your walls pulling him further in and fucking the come from his cock. He groans and settles inside of you whilst he spills his load, giving you enough to make it drip down the sides of your abused hole whilst he is still nestled inside of you.

He slumps and holds your body close, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades. When you think it’s over, he thrusts one last time to push his seed as far inside of your cunt as possible before he might go soft. You sound like you might cry.

“Shh,” he soothes, “I’m taking care of you. No crying, mi amor (my love).”

“I love you too,” you finally reply.

“Lo sé (I know),” he kisses your back gently, moans when he slips out of you, “I’m gonna move, let yourself move with me.”

You nod with a whimper. He lets the both of you fall to the side and hugs you around the middle in this new position. You close your eyes, relishing in the way it feels like his cock has molded you forever, and sigh with deep satisfaction.

“Más (more),” you say softly, “Quiero más (I want more).”

“Bebita (little baby),” there is a hint of something condescending in his voice. You whine but he soothes you by reaching down to cup your whole mound, easing two fingers into you until you mewl, “You can have whatever you want.”

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suguru-getos · 6 months

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 24﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Size Kink

Summary: After returning from your trip, you found out your boyfriend is not okay. Maybe a vacation (To Venice) ;) would help. (Mentions of Deppressed!Suguru, angst, breakdowns, toothrotting fluff and comfort, Satoru being a wonderful best friend, Suguru healing) ❤️‍🩹 Basically hurt-comfort with size!kink 😭

Warnings: Angst, breakdowns, Suguru’s deranged and suc!dal and has murderUrges, Reader (us) comfort him and pull him out from it. Mentions of reader’s breakdowns, cus I mean— 🤷🏻‍♀️ Look at him!!?? Nipple-play, breeding, softsex, sensual, FLUFFY AND NICE AND SUGURU’s so Spoiling towards us it’s just 🙈

A/N: Guys I had sm fun 🥹😵‍💫🩵 writing this I swear!! Hurt-comfort is like my favorite thing in the whole wide world <33 I love to characterize Suguru & to play around with his character. *Screeches and screams* 🍨🍦 I made him yummy thank me later xx Also can we look at the images of him above 🥵 size kink BRRRR

"If you really think, you can do everything, take everything in, save people, and somehow save yourself along with the deceitful thinking that you will protect me. Then you're wrong!" Tears welled up in your eyes, the pain clearly imminent in Suguru's eyes. He looked dead inside, and no mourning was soothing your ache for your older Suguru. You just, missed him beyond beliefs… even when he was right beside you. You hoped he would response to your cry of pain, your bleeding words, but he didn't have it in him anymore. Suguru had almost, given up on himself.

Your hands found themselves clasping onto his collar, pulling him closer to you. "Suguru, look at me, I am telling you something. Can't you fucking see how much it hurts!" You screamed, losing your calm, your temper. It felt ironical to complain to him about how much it's hurting you. You can see he's got it worse; the nights full of terrors and the days full of decaying cursed spirits. You were an empath for your lover, and it was clear staying near him was subjecting you to everything he felt. He doesn't want to see you this way, desperate and hurting…

"I'm sorry, Angel." Suguru sighed, wrecked with the way you burst into tears and hugged him. Voice choking onto sobs as you earnestly tried clutching onto him for dear life. "Sugu, come back to me please come back…" You cried, wailed and eventually dropped onto your knees. The incomprehensible feeling, the heaviness of the things Suguru was going through was making you breathless.

Suguru's heart was only breaking further apart, watching you slowly scrape away in front of him. "I want to kill myself." He finally spoke up, "No, truth is, I want to kill everyone."

This was the first time Suguru was opening up, and no matter how brutal it sounded, his eyes were still kind. Maybe because it was you, in front of him. "You are a sorcerer, too, I shouldn't say this to you, but I hate those monkeys." He radiates pessimism and negativity through him. Yet, you smile a little.

"Come with me, go away with me." You held his hands, squeezing them tightly as if you were grateful they're not cold. You truly were. They were warm, they were still your Suguru's hands.

"Please, Suguru, let's go away for some time." You urged, and he knelt with you, hugging you tightly, not caring about the whimper that escapes you because of his firm grip.

"Running away, won't solve anything." He echoed, and you felt your stomach sink. Soft sniffles echoing in the room as you shook your head like a tantrum-y child. "No, we will solve everything. You and I, we can solve everything. No matter what it is." You cupped his face, becoming stronger for him. "It's okay to feel like this Suguru, it's okay. I'm here." You nudge, watching his eyes showing signs of at least, some life in them. "Can you, not give up?" You meant on himself, you meant on everything.

To make sure, he understands… you hummed again, "makes me feel like, I'm being abandoned."

Suguru blinked at that, letting your words settle deep within. "Makes me feel like, I'm not even worth fighting for." You looked down, not having the guts to say this to him while making eye-contact. "Please, let's elope somewhere Sugu." You crooned, babying him almost. "I will follow you to the ends of the earth anyway, even if your path is changed." You hum, and with the way your pupils fixated on your hands intertwined, Suguru knows you mean it.

"Okay, maybe… I do need a little get away." Suguru smiled tenderly, partial charm returning to his eyes.

Oh it felt like rain in famine, "Good, thank you, I love you."

"I love you too, my Angel."

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The next thing was you booking tickets to go to Europe. You urged Satoru and Yaga to not assign any more missions for Suguru. It was hard, you and Suguru were both powerful special grade sorcerers; but hey- you both had Satoru to rely on. "I told you the moment he lost weight, he wasn't doing okay." Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes, tapping at his feet impatiently in the café you decided to meet him in. "What the fuck is up with being the one to hide things?" Satoru was pissed, why would his best friend not communicate? "Makes him feel less of a man?" You chuckle at that, you knew Satoru loved him almost as much as you did. "I've persuaded him to go on a trip with me." "You did?" Satoru was… amazed. These days, Suguru wasn't even joining in for any normal outings. Wasn't going out of his house for weeks, wasn't even meeting you. Things worsened when you left to Korea for a mission longer than 3 weeks. You had to stay there for some Jujutsu School Collaboration initiative. That's when Suguru was off his leash, truly at his worst. Taking missions more than he should, succumbing to the darkness of his mind and the curses.

"Just, want you to handle things while we're gone." You sipped onto the iced frappe you've ordered. Meanwhile Satoru ate a mochi, seemingly absent-minded and bored. "You don't have to worry about that, you know I'd do that in a heartbeat for him." He bratted, raising a brow at you. "And you…"

You smiled at that, nodding gently. It felt good to have the 'Strongest' so whipped for your boyfriend, and platonically you, as well.

The higher-ups posed a threat, as always. 'Why is Suguru Geto not on missions?' ; 'Did he get off the job of a Sorcerer?' especially the cunt-faced Principal of Kyoto. You and Satoru personally paid him a disrespectful visit at his school. Nothing he can complain against, wouldn't sit well to anger two special grades, will it? Despite showing that the Sorcerer world is only filled with people who are willing to take on the role- example: Nanami switching from corporate jobs to a sorcerer job… it was still, at the end, a disgusting, foul powerplay hidden beneath shackles of rules. If you are a special grade sorcerer, they'd do anything to hold on to you. Even blackmails are not far off the list. Emotionally draining…

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"I have booked us a flight to Venice, baby." You sat cross legged on the swing chair Suguru's house has, fondling with your iPad and searching for hotel venues. "Venice huh." Suguru was still numbed, but at least, not he couldn't avoid you because practically you lived with him now. "Yeah, we can go to Switzerland, and also wherever you want. I hear Germany this time of the year is beautiful." You croaked excitedly, swaying your legs as he walked towards you, sitting on the chair in front of you. "Satoru told me you and I are on a vacation for months." He came directly on the point. "The trip isn't that long, is it?" He manspreaded, raising a brow.

You gulped, smiling softly, the last thing you need is him feeling 'weak'. You had to approach this carefully. "Suguru, I think you and I have done enough missions for a while. I want us to spend some time together, to ourselves." You added some degree of truth, "Also, I don't want you to keep eating curses and letting them eat you from the inside and I don't want to lose the person I love the most in my fucking life." With the way you affirmatively snapped, there was no way, Suguru would battle against it. A soft nod was all you got as a response.

"Alright, I will handle the packing. Don't want you screeching like a wild animal when you discover you forgot your charger." He leaned in, giving you a chaste peck & you giggled. "Of course."

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The packing, the preparations, the dressing up and going to the Airport, the flight where you slept leaned against his shoulder. All went by in a tender haze of beautiful memories. Inflicted and infected by his sadness, still. Though you wouldn't mind. You're ready to accept him rotten if needed.

When you two reached Venice, the Victorian style hotel with the boats and the beautiful lakes was in fact, refreshing for him; and you. You knew it because Suguru had stopped going to your shared balcony of the house, now here he was, standing there, observing the people. The couples giggling and kissing each other, the boat rowers singing in their native Italian language, the streets with so much hustle and bustle… yet calming. You hugged him from behind, breathing in his scent. "Like it?" "Love it, my beautiful baby." He crooned back, turning towards you and pulling you closer to him by your hips. "I love you." He chanted, almost in a way that he used to when he first asked you out. These past few months were hard and rough, but if you were able to have him back, even infinitely slowly… you'd dedicate it to eradicating all his sadness.

"If you want, I can dress very Lana Del Rey today and we could make steamy love." You giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly. Suguru and you… yeah, haven't made love in a while. You'd never push him when he isn't feeling it, and naturally, someone who's suffering so much would have it at the last thing on his mind.

"You're right, how disappointing of me… I don't remember the last time I treated you, I worshipped you." He thought out loud, and you pouted. "It's okay Suguru, don't think about it like that. Think about how you're gonna make it up to me." You stuck your tongue out, giggling.

It's the way he looks at you, like he's starving and you're delectable. It's the way his eyes are loud enough with their projection of love that it quiets the world down for you. It's the way Suguru Geto breathes, that makes you love him so much you'd break.

Right now, he's doing the same thing… being himself. Hands wandering to your sides and helping you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked towards the shared bedroom of the hotel. Leaning in and kissing you passionately, shoving his tongue just to show how much he's been deeply yearning. Admiration coated in every action. "So lucked out that I have you." He smiled to himself, kissing your forehead deeply once you were nestled into the succumbing softness of the mattress.

"Same," you grin back, watching him undress you with his eyes first, and then his hands followed. You mimicked the same movements.

"I can't handle the fucking hotness!" You whined, once he was left in his pants, upper body naked for you to devour. Suguru chuckled, heat rushing through his cheeks and core as he cupped your face, kissing you once again.

The thing about you and him is, Suguru is big. He's built like a bulky man. Stretched to 6'3'', broad shoulders that'd hold two of you, hands big enough you miss almost an inch if you were to compare his with yours. Yeah, Suguru was big and you were tiny. Something that only aided to you being subbier and smaller to him. Letting him manhandle and take all the control that he wants to.

"Who do you belong to, darling?" He cooed, watching you instantly answer. "You, forever and always."

It warms his heart when he hears that, spreading your damp pussy lips with his fingers and thrusting a finger into you. It's been… long. He knows it with the way you're clamping for dear life, just on his digit. "Sh-i-t," You croak out, while Suguru hushed you with a soft kiss, slowly moving his finger in and out of your pussy. Once he felt you had accepted his finger's girth, he inserted another one. "AH god-" You whined, mewling at the delicious stretch of his thick and long fingers being coated with your essence. "You want to make sweet love and you're so worked up with the fingers alone." He chuckled to himself, stretching you out so good, curling them against the familiar sensitive spot.

Your back arched, the way your pussy clamped as if she was a slave to his hands and cock.

"Oh she's close." He cooed, "Go on, cum for me then I can ruin you with me." He kissed your pelvis, holding it down as your orgasm raked through you, approaching fiercely and shuddering your body against him as waves of pleasure took over you. "Good girl. Good little girl." Suguru praised, riding it out for you. Once the orgasm's high settled, Suguru took out his fingers and suckled onto them, eyes never leaving yours.

"Want you, so bad!" You gasped out, pulling him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him, feeling the imprint of his cock into you. "Alright alright, impatient little girl." He smirks, pushing the tip of his pre-leaking cock into you in one swift stroke. Mean, Suguru Geto is mean sometimes… especially when he wants you to be scream at the stretch only he can give you. No one else, he wants your pussy to know only how he feels. Damn he's big, and when he pushes himself balls deep, your pussy is strained beyond its limit. "Shit- s- so big Sugu." You whimper out, tearing up at the ache.

"Ssh, it's okay darling. I'm still. Adjust to me, go on." Suguru patiently waits, kissing your face all over, leaning in and kissing your breasts, suckling onto your nipples while you clamped and waited for the pain to settle in.

"Move, please…" You glance at him now, doe-eyed and insatiable.

"Of course, took you some time to adjust to me huh? Tiny little baby." He smiles, thrusting into you without relent. Your womb stops him from going in any further, your insides torn apart deliciously at the feeling of being ploughed by him. "Oh- G- oh God," words fail you, the air choked out of your lungs with how good it hurts, with how pleasureful it feels.

Suguru's hand laced around your pelvis, pressing on it gently. "Got you," He smirks cockily, holding your hand and keeping it on your pelvis, enveloped by his own as he pressed.

A shrill scream filled the room, "Oh you can sense it, can't you sweetheart? Sense how deep I reach?" You moan at the pressure, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you hopelessly nodded. Gasping and choking on air. "God yes, Sugu- AH please- oh my- g'nna," You whimpered, while Suguru was at a rhythmic pace now. Sometimes pulling all the way out and pushing back all the way in. He loved seeing you walk the rope between pleasure and pain.

"Good girl, with the way you're holding onto me, I can sense you're close." Suguru hummed, grounding you with his kisses, his spoiled little praises.

"Go on, show me how much you missed me."

"Just like (thrust) I (thrust) missed (thrust) this (thrust) pussy-" Suguru toppled off the edge right with you, painting your insides white with his warmth. "Oh god- fuck-"

You shudder, spasming around his cock and milking him further.

"That's it, I got you. I got you." Suguru reminded, leaning in and kissing you softly, tenderly, as if you'd break if he were to touch you wrong.

"I missed you, I missed this." He mused to himself, blushing a little at the sight of you fucked out and half-lidded. You nodded, still taking ragged breaths. "I love you"

"I love you too, Angel."

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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DAD WILLY okay I love the vids where babies are like shook when their dads shave off their beards so what about post season Will shaves his beard for the summer break and it’s the first time your lil nugget has seen him without one and he cries because like who tf is this strange man where is my dad…and Willy is so upset that your baby is scared of him but you’re cracking up because you love his beard too and go “he’s just as upset as I usually am when you shave” 🤣😉

Alright, so, I didn't really intend to post this today, but I just couldn't resist 🙈 I loved the idea for this scenario so so much, and I just had to create something out of it - even if it's a bit brief 😉

So, let's imagine it's set a few years earlier than this, with baby Eliot just over a year old during the off-season 🤗

[What can I say, I just love Willy with a good beard 🙈]

Dad!Willy x reader

Word count: 1.5K

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"He’s just as upset as I usually am when you shave"

"Hmm…" William mumbled to himself, running his hand over his beard while looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"Don't you dare," your voice came from behind him as you stood in the bathroom doorway, catching his attention.

"What do you mean?" your boyfriend chuckled lightly, as he contemplated what to do with his facial hair.

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, babe... you know I don't like it when you shave it all off, which I know is what you're thinking of doing right now," you said firmly, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms as you glanced at him, noticing the shaver on the counter.

"Well, it's my beard... I can do what I want with it," he countered with a mischievous grin, knowing he had some say in the matter. After all, it was his face and his choice. But you couldn't resist reminding him how much you preferred him with the beard, or at least some stubble.

"I know, Willy... it's just..." you said, offering a light smile. "You're just really hot with a beard – it gives you a rugged and manly look," you flirted your best.

"You mean I look like a tramp... or a monkey," he joked playfully, playing with the shaver.

"Well, maybe a little, but you're my monkey," you said with a sweet smile, walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his bare torso, resting your head on his shoulder after giving him a soft kiss.

"But babe, it's just too hot in the summer... And I prefer the clean look, you know," he explained with a gentle smile.

"I know, I know... just, please consider letting it grow back before the season starts," you pleaded, giving your best puppy-dog eyes.

"We'll see," he merely replied with a light chuckle. "But I am shaving my chest."

"Why though?" you asked.

"Because it's better for when I'm tanning," William chuckled.

"But I love your chest hair!" you whined playfully, adding a hint of mischief to your tone. "If I can't have your beard giving me love burns between my thighs, at least let me have something to grab onto on your chest," you winked teasingly, subtly hinting at potential sexual activities.

Causing William to burst into laughter, as he found your complaints about him shaving both his beard and chest every summer incredibly sweet and endearing. But nothing seemed to change his mind. Well, perhaps you had one little trick up your sleeve.

As he took hold of the shaver, you gazed intently at him through the mirror.

"Alright, but I'm warning you, if you keep shaving it off all summer, I won't shave my fanny for you…" you teased, testing the waters knowing how much he preferred your down stairs area to be neat and clean.

"You wouldn't!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, I would!"

"No, you wouldn't, babe," William chuckled. "We both know you won't be able to let it grow without getting irritated... especially not during summer when you'll be wearing a bikini."

And you knew he was right.

But before you could counter with a witty remark, cries suddenly emerged from the kitchen.

"You win this round, Nylander," you chuckled lightly, before heading back to the kitchen to comfort your little son, who seemed to indicate that you'd spent too much time chatting with Dad in the bathroom.

"Shh, mummy's here, love," you reassured Eliot, lifting him out of the high chair and holding him close until his crying softened.

And while comforting your child, you suddenly heard the familiar buzzing noise of a shaver coming from the bathroom.

"Oh fuck," you softly murmured to yourself in disappointment.

Truth be told, it's not that you didn't like William without a beard. You always found your boyfriend incredibly attractive to say the least, but you just had a preference for him with facial hair. And not the delicate little moustache he occasionally attempted to sport. It just made him look like a young teen who couldn’t grow a proper beard, or a creep. No, you adored the thick stubble that adorned his masculine jawline and trailed down his neck.

Well, at least when he kept it well-groomed.

William had a habit of neglecting to style his beard during the season, letting it grow a bit longer than usual. And then eventually, he'd grow tired and irritated with it, deciding to trim it. But just a bit.

You always felt that William looked more rugged with a beard. Given his particular fondness for fashion, jewellery, and his lack of prowess in handy crafts, he wasn't always the epitome of traditional masculinity. However, seeing him with some facial hair just added a touch of toughness that you appreciated. Especially given that you knew he had a rougher side, both on and off the ice.

In a way, you saw it as a primal biological attraction – a preference for a masculine male, someone robust for breeding, to ensure the growth of a strong child.

And truth be told, he had played his part in that aspect: giving you Eliot, your first son. Who at just one year old, he bore a striking resemblance to his father. His big blue eyes and bright blonde hair had been copied and pasted directly from William. And if that wasn’t enough, he was a solid and hungry child, much like his dad.

As you held the toddler close, finally managing to soothe his cries of feeling momentarily neglected – again, a perfect mimic of William, you handed him a pacifier, gently set him down, and guided him towards the play area scattered with his toys.

And for nearly ten minutes, you engaged in playtime with your son. However, the abrupt halt of the buzzing noise signalled the deed was done. You almost dreaded how your man would look upon his return from the bathroom.

And as he emerged in the doorway, you had to stifle a chuckle. The tough and strong hockey player had transformed into someone who could easily pass as a college frat boy. And it didn't exactly please you.

Yet, as he approached you and Eliot, wanting to join in the playtime, squatting and settling down with his little family, you accepted the outcome as it was. However, Eliot did not.

The young boy took one look at his father, then suddenly burst into tears as if something had deeply upset him.

"What the-?" William was genuine bewildered by his son's unexpected cries.

And you couldn't help but burst into laughter, watching Eliot’s reaction to the sight of his own dad.

"He's crying... why is he crying, babe? What did I do?" William sounded almost panicked as he attempted to reach for his son. However, Eliot instead tried his best to crawl away from the unfamiliar sight and reached out for you to pick him up and hold him close.

"Shh... it's okay, baby," you tried to comfort your son. "It's just daddy," you reassured him in a calm voice, though laughter was bubbling up inside you.

Eliot's wide, terrified eyes remained fixed on William, while seeking solace in your motherly embrace to stop crying. But every time William attempted to approach and touch him, Eliot turned away, crying even louder despite the pacifier in his mouth.

And you just couldn't contain yourself any longer.

"Shit, what's happening?" William asked, utterly confused.

"He's just as upset as I usually am when you shave," you chuckled deeply, still holding and comforting your son in your arms.

"He's seriously crying because I shaved?" your boyfriend asked, throwing his arms up in defeat as his son gradually calmed down and settled his breaths in his tiny lungs.

"Seems like it, Willy," you grinned. "Apparently, he doesn't quite recognise you," you added with a soft smile, feeling rather pleased that your son seemed to strongly agree with your opinion about William's facial hair.

"I shaved last summer too," he tried to justify.

"True, but then he was just a newborn, love," you smiled again. "He's only seen you with a beard for the past six or seven months as his little brain has developed more."

And this time, William had to concede defeat.

Eliot had made the verdict, and it seemed the beard had to make a comeback.

"Hmm... I guess I'll have to let it grow back then," William chuckled lightly, releasing a deep sigh.

"Yeah, I really think you have to," you replied with a content smirk, already looking forward to when the scruff would once again adorn his handsome face.

Luckily for you, your monkey of a boyfriend had a good dose of testosterone, resulting in rather fast hair growth. So, during your holiday in Sweden with the Nylander family, Eliot could once again recognise his father.

That was until you told the rather amusing story to William's brother and sisters, who then convinced him to shave again, just to witness Eliot's reaction. And as predicted, it led to another bout of tears from your little boy, this time expressing very clear disapproval of his father's altered appearance.

Amidst the laughter, both you and Camilla realised it wasn't fair to Eliot. He was genuinely distressed, unable to recognise his own father - only a strange-looking man attempting to interact with him.

So, you persuaded William to let his beard grow once more and resist any temptation from Alex or Sandy to shave it off again.

However, there was one concession: he insisted on shaving his chest hair. That was non-negotiable.

#my asks #dad!willy #wn88 imagine #william nylander imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine

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spiteless-xo · 7 months

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sorry to the anon from earlier, i misread your request!! here is what you actually were looking for 🙈

i'm shakey on jjk lore and i couldn't find much online explaining geto's cult so please excuse any blatant inaccuracies.

list of prompts ⋆ masterlist

╰┈➤ smut prompts - 101 & 111. "Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?"

"Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy."

ft. cult leader!geto/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, name calling (pet, dog, monkey), death threat, reference to future murder of a child, geto is really evil in this, explicit sexual content (power dynamic, degradation, rough sex, manipulation, breeding, spit, spanking slight dub/non-con in the beginning but it's more like.... stockholm syndrome?), explicit language. 2,010 words.

geto looks down at you, on your knees bowing for him with your forehead pressed against his feet.

you were always so obedient to him -- always doing your best for him -- always so eager to please.

but not today.

"explain to me again what happened, pet," he sneers, jerking his feet away from you like he's disgusted. you sit up on the heels of your feet with your palms resting on your thighs, looking up at him with swollen, red eyes from crying.

"i'm sorry, i -- i don't know what i was thinking -- i just --"

"i can't understand you when you're blubbering like that," he hisses and he watches you steel your shoulders.

you tense up, rolling your shoulders back to look at him and he almost grins at the shift in your demeanor, but he keeps his face fixed in a disgusted scowl.

"sir, the travelers were feeling nervous and asked if they could leave."

"and what did you tell them?"

"i told them how to escape."

"escape?" geto repeats, brows raising in mock surprise. "what did you help them escape from?"

he watches your jaw tightening as you try to think up a response that will satisfy geto -- but there's nothing that you could say that would make him happy.

those travelers were afflicted with a special grade curse. they were incredibly valuable to him and you helped them escape?

"sir, it was just a child," you say quietly, voice wavering.

your compassion would move him if it wasn't directed at a filthy monkey, so instead he sneers down at you.

"that's never mattered before, pet."

you just nod, eyes darting down to the ground.

he tsks and sits up from his seat. standing directly in front of you, his cups your jaw with his hand, tilting your head to face him.

"you understand the cause, don't you?"

"yes, sir."

"then why are you chasing away valuable resources?"

"i... i don't know."

he snorts. "no, you don't know. you don't know anything at all, do you?" he grips your jaw tighter and he watches you wince from the pain. "you're just a loyal, obedient dog. always willing to do what your master asks. isn't that right?"

"yes, sir."

"but you didn't do what i asked... did you?"

"no, sir."

he tsks and pushes you away from him. you topple from where you're seated, falling onto your back as your hands reach back to catch yourself. you wince, looking up at geto as he plants his feet on either side of your body.

"do you take me as a joke, pet?"

"no, sir."

"do you think i won't punish you?"

you open your mouth to speak and geto watches your jaw waver. you audibly gulp, gaze shifting from his face down to the floor. "no, sir," you say quietly.

seeing you act like this -- so submissive and delicate -- has geto hardening in his robes. with a smirk, he works on undoing the gojokesa from around his hips and letting it drop to the floor. he watches your lashes flutter, but you keep them fixed on the floor.

he moves next to remove his haori and his koromo, shrugging them off of his shoulders and letting them pool on the ground alongside his other clothes.

he sighs in relief, tilting his head to each side to crack his neck as he enjoys the weightless feeling of disrobing. his clothes are always so heavy on his body, so he relishes any opportunity to remove them.

without any robes or fabrics in the way, the bulge in the crotch of his pants is blatantly obvious. he palms at it gently, feeling a wet, sticky mess on the tip of his cock as he looks down at you.

"i'm good to you, aren't i?"

"yes, sir."

he notices that you're a little breathless, despite how you try to hide it. he grins as his cock throbs against his palm.

"on your back or on your knees?" he asks, voice slipping into a deep growl as he watches you tremble.

you don't answer right away, mulling the choice around in your head before your eyes flick up to meet his face.

"on my back."

he smiles, "good choice. now, get on your hands and knees."

he watches disappointment flicker across your face before you nod, rolling over onto your hands and knees as geto shifts his stance to stand behind you.

"this is your punishment, remember?" he coos, kneeling behind you and running his hands up and down the backs of your thighs, lifting your skirt up and flipping it up on to your back. "you don't get what you want."

"yes, sir," you whimper, lowering down onto your forearms and sticking your ass into the air.

geto hums in approval, rubbing his palm across the fat of your ass before pulling his hand back and giving you a firm slap. you jolt forward from the force, but return back to your spot as he spanks you again and again.

he stops only when he can feel the heated sting from the skin on your ass against his palm, and then he gently rubs the sore muscle with his hand to soothe it.

"stupid fucking monkey," he hisses, holding your hip with one hand as the other reaches down to unfasten his pants. "i don't know why i keep you around if you can't listen to orders."

you whimper quietly but there's a dark, wet spot on the crotch of your underwear. when geto pulls out his cock, he brings both hands to either side of your hips to grab the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to your knees.

"you're lucky this pussy feels so good," he grunts, thrusting forward until his cock slides against your folds and between the globes of your ass. "or i would've killed you months ago."

you whine as he drags his hips back before pushing forward again, coating his cock in the slick from your needy cunt. no matter how obedient you are for him, he never holds back when he punishes you.

whether it's for serious offenses, like this one, or something minor -- he treats each indiscretion the same because he knows you love it.

no matter how sweet you moan and how needy you grab him when he's rewarding you, you never get as wet as you do when he's punishing you.

he starting to think you let those travelers escape on purpose -- just so he would do this.

the thought makes him smile to himself, gripping the base of his cock with one hand as he directs it to your entrance. he taps the head of his cock against you, watching you clench around nothing and strings of your arousal cling to his length.

without another word, he lines himself up and pushes his hips forward.

you cry out, balling your hands into fists as he sheathes his entire length. he groans at the feeling of your tight, warm walls squeezing around his cock as you try to accommodate to this girth.

but he doesn't give you a chance for that -- instead, he just starts fucking you.

he snaps his hips against your ass with a firm slap! as his hands grab your hips firmly for stability. you cry out in pleasure, knowing well enough not to muffle out sounds -- despite how many other servants are wandering the halls, they know not to interrupt.

he groans from the wet squelching of your cunt stretching around his cock. no matter how often he fucks you open, you still get so fucking tight for him.

you have the perfect little cunt and even though you're a disgusting monkey, geto can't imagine a life where he doesn't get to breed you.

"fuck," he hisses, losing himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him. he throws his head back over his shoulders and his dark hair cascades down his back.

with a deep groan, he snaps back to reality -- remembering that this is supposed to be your punishment, and he leans forward over your body.

he removes his grip from your hips to reach for your wrists, pulling them behind your back and holding them in place with one of his large hands.

with his other hand, he forces your cheek into the mat and he hears you cry out from the rough material against your face.

"stupid monkey," he grunts, stepping up onto his feet as he continues fucking you. "can't even do it right -- need me to do all the fucking work."

he's speaking through clenched teeth, trying to hold himself back as he pushes you into the ground.

"next time you're not going to fuck up, right pet?" he grunts and you choke out a sob each time the head of geto's cock pounds into your sweet spot.

"y-yes, sir! please!"

"please, what?" he hisses.

you're already cumming on his cock before you can answer -- body shaking and trembling as he plunges into you and he can't help but grin. you always cum so fucking quickly for him, even when he's not even trying -- you're just that obsessed with his cock.

"that's it," he grunts before spitting onto your cheek.

your mouth hangs open as you pant, cunt still pulsing around his cock with each wave of your orgasm, and geto watches his spit slip off your cheek and into your mouth.

"good girl," he huffs, feeling his balls tightening as he nears release.

the praise has you squeezing even tighter around him and he feels his head fill with haze.

"you're going to be a good pet for me from now on, aren't you?" he asks, clenching his teeth so hard that he can feel his jaw aching. "tell me you'll be a good girl."

"i'll be a good girl!" you cry, legs trembling beneath you.

you can hardly hold yourself up from the way geto's pushing his weight into you, but his grip around your wrists keeps you somewhat upright as he crouches above you.

"fuck," he hisses, and he can feel his release building quickly. "tell me to breed you."

"i want you to breed me."

"louder!"

"i want you to breed me!" you cry out, body shaking as your cunt pulses around him in a second, stronger orgasm.

he throws his head back, moaning loudly as he pushes his hips flush against your ass. each pulse of his cock is timed perfectly with the squeezing your pussy -- it's like you're trying to milk him.

when he cock stops twitching, he pulls out of you with a groan, standing up to his full height and adjusting his pants back on his hips.

like an obedient little pet, you reach back with both hands to cover your cunt -- fucked open from geto's cock and leaking cum. you cup your hands around your entrance and he tsks.

"don't waste a drop."

"yes, sir," you pant, voice raw and unsteady.

he pulls on his clothing slowly, keeping his eyes trained on your trembling body as you maintain your position on the floor. it's only after he finishes tying up the gojokesa around his waist that he clicks his tongue.

"on your feet."

you quickly pull your panties back up your hips before shifting around on the ground until you stand before him. he peers down at you carefully, seeing the raw spot on your cheek where this skin was worn down by the mat. your eyes are still red and swollen and your chest heaves with each laboured breath.

"go find those travelers and bring them back to me."

"yes, sir," you gulp, eyes shifting down to the ground as you nod.

"and when you return that child to me, i'm going to kill her. do you understand that?"

"yes, sir."

"if you hadn't let her escape, i wouldn't have to do this."

geto cups your cheek and tilts your head up to face him. you blink up at him with glossy eyes and he smiles. "next time... don't disappoint me."

"yes, sir."

#geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #fem!reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #geto x y/n #geto x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #tiff.fic #geto #jjk #geto.os

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rosemarycovet · 7 months

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billy loomis/stu macher x reader who owns a pet monkey 🙈

(I LOVE MONKEYS SM I WANT ONE SO BAD BRO😭😢)your monkey also doesn’t have a name or gender so you can choose and the monkey is referred as ‘your monkey’

billy

-when billy first found out you had a monkey he was a bit surprised and concerned but still thought it was pretty cool

-at first your monkey did not like billy

-like at all

-your monkey was sassy to billy

-like whenever your monkey would hear billy try to gaslight/manipulate someone or billy says some bull shit to you

-your monkey would give him this face

(the ‘Estúpidos’ pic is your monkey to the people billy successfully gaslights)

-your monkey would be like ‘be fucking for real🤨😐’

-one time billy woke up from taking a nap in your living room to your monkey on his chest holding a sandle about to attack him

-he was low key kinda scared

-billy would glare at your monkey and your monkey would glare back

-whenever billy would come over your monkey would be like ‘not this bitch again 🙄’

-but eventually they warmed up to each other

-I swear billy and your monkey would laugh together when they see some dumbass in a horror movie

-your monkey would also help billy sneak billy from your window into your bedroom

-your monkey would be near your window signaling that it’s safe for him to sneak in

-they are always rolling their eyes or giving stank face to people they don’t like

-they randomly be trying to scare each other😭

-like jumping out of hiding corners jump scaring each other

-one time you even caught billy having a conversation with your monkey even though your monkey couldn’t speak actual words

-you were pretty concerned and confused it was just random

-they go from one minute to hating each other to loving the next

Stu

-stu ADORES your monkey so much

-so does your monkey

-your monkey loves stu

-when stu first found out you had a monkey he wanted to meet your monkey straight away

“YOU HAVE A MONKEY (Y/N/N)?!?”

-when they first met stu gasped and squealed like a school girl

-stu would spoil the fuck out of your monkey

-always buying your monkey costumes/clothes

-they’re always random ass outfits as well😭

-stu is always taking pictures/polaroids of your monkeys as well

-he basically acts like your monkey is your guys child

-they are always taking naps together and snoring as they sleep

-your monkey likes to lay in stu lap or sit on stu’s shoulder as it lightly pulls/grabs on stu’s hair

-stu and your monkey are always have a cheeky smile/smirking at each other like they did something mischievous

-sometimes you think stu is only coming over for your monkey 💀

-stu loves having horror movie nights with you and your monkey

-one time during the winter stu bought your monkey a coat to go outside in the snow (like the funee monkee gif edit/video)

-your monkey was hopping every where in the snow with stu

-your monkey has it’s time of it’s life whenever stu is around

-stu is always awwaing at your monkey 24/7

(I promise you guys i’m working on y’all’s request I just have to get these ideas/drafts out the way I have to many😭)

#billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #ghostface #scream #stu macher #stu macher x reader #slasher x y/n

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zoromuse · 1 year

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i saw your event and had to enter 🙊 can I get luffy with prompt number 9 pls?? tyy 🙈🙈💗

Monkey D. Luffy + “It’s not going to fit!”

cw. f!reader, use of devil fruit (canon), slight size kink, dom luffy if you squint

wc. 0.4k

a/n. nova pls this was definitely one of my fav to write oml oml literally in love w the idea of luffy + size kink because he totally would. happy valentines day, thank you for requesting, and hope you like it<33

“How did you do that?” you ask, almost horrified at the sight.

Your boyfriend has always been average in length down there, five inches, slim, but he knew just the way to work his cock into you until you were a babbling mess for him.

Still, when he heard his crewmates talking about how girls always like them bigger, he got a little curious. He wasn’t insecure or anything, he knew he didn’t need to be bigger to make you cum like he always did, but he still wondered how you would react if he were bigger.

That’s why tonight, he took advantage of his devil fruit, and watched the blood rush into your cheeks when he stretched from his usual length to almost eight inches. Now it has a slight curve upwards, and his tip is dripping precum from just the thought of all the sounds he could force out of you.

Nevermind the question, now his hand is on your thigh, caressing it softly while trying to pry your legs apart.

You squirm, unsure if you were really ready for something so… big.

It doesn’t matter now that he’s got you spread out like this, your cunt practically oozing at the sight of his half lidded eyes watching you. He’s shifting closer to you, and you feel the warmth of his heavy cock when he slides it between your folds, occasionally rubbing the tip against your clit and watching the pretty face you make when he takes you by surprise and your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Wait… Luffy!” you cry when you feel his hot tip positioned at your entrance. “I-it’s not going to fit!”

Instead of looking even a little bit concerned, he chuckles at you.

“Don’t worry, it will…” he says, and with that, he slides in the tip, quickly followed by the rest of his length.

“Luffy-!” you whine his name, not sure if it’s in pain or pleasure. He’s reaching deeper than he’s ever been before, abusing spots you didn’t even know existed, but it feels so good.

“See, I knew you’d like it!” he says, quickening the pace of his cock and grinning at your expression, your mouth agape and your eyes looking down to where you two meet, your pussy greedily swallowing every agonizingly big inch of his cock. “You’re creaming around me, do you really like it that much?”

“Yes! I l-love it, love your cock!” you say, too enthralled in the way he's throbbing when he repeatedly hits g-spot to care about the embarrassing gush of your cunt around him.

If he knew you were going to react this way, he would’ve done this sooner, because now he wants to see how many times he can make you cum and go stupid on his cock when it’s this big.

©️ zoromuse 2023 | all content belongs to zoromuse, do not modify or repost

#one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x reader smut #one piece #luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader smut #luffy x reader #luffy smut #⭑. zoromuse’s vday event

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faithisasuperstar · 5 months

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flicker in the dark → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

notes → in which you meet the tribute you will be mentoring, and she turns out to be something you never would’ve expected. feminine intended reader though i do not know if pronouns are brought up.

warnings → y’all, she is so over the top ooc… (i molded her character after vi from arcane lol 🙈) not edited & uploaded via iphone!! i also haven’t written in months lol

trailing behind your fellow mentor and dear friend, lysistrata vickers, you couldn’t help but grow anxious of the impending meeting with the tribute you had been assigned. nearing the zoo where the tributes were being kept in this year, your heart rate sped up. the practice of mentoring a tribute was something that had never been done before, so nerves were on edge. and on top of that, the thought of the twenty-four district children being kept on display in a monkey house was enough to make you shiver with disgust. though, it was not much better than the horse stables they had been kept in prior to this year. if you were lucky, your tribute would be willing to cooperate with you like coriolanus’ girl, lucy gray, had. thoughts swamped your brain as lyssie dragged you to the front of the cage, about to part ways with you to find her respective tribute, the hulking district twelve boy.

“y/n, you have nothing to lose here. we’re simply here to help them get through this as easily and… painlessly as possible,” she said, muttering the last phrase with underlying bitterness. both lysistrata and yourself were not fans of the hunger games. the prospect of dehumanizing and stripping the rights, as well as dignity, away from children your own age was safe to say, unappealing. with the war long over, shouldn’t the killing have ended by now too?

“i know, lyssie, i just…” you paused, averting your gaze, “don’t know if i’ll be able to face her knowing what she’s about to go through. to think she’s our age, too… it’s… i don’t know how i can even help her.” you couldn’t find the words to accurately form your thought, but lysistrata understood.

“i get it, i do. just show her what you brought her.” lysistrata patted you on the back and wandered towards the side of the enclosure that her tribute resided in. it didn’t take long to spot your tribute, who’s name you learned to be coral. her fiery red hair could be pinpointed from a mile away.

you sighed, slowly walking up to the metal bars of the enclosure. “coral?” you tried, catching the attention of some tributes sitting closer to the bars, but not coral. pausing, you pursed your lips and tried again, calling out for her louder. this got the attention of her district partner, mizzen, who nudged coral. she looked up at mizzen and he nodded towards you. unsure of what exactly to do as they both glared at you, you waved sheepishly. coral gave a look to mizzen, then stood, striding over to where you were standing.

as she reached the bars, you had to shift your gaze upwards to look her in the eye. “and who might you be, doll face?” she asked, her tone condescending as she eyed you up and down.

“hi, i’m y/n, i’ll be your mentor for the games.” you stuck your hand through the bars to her and attempted to introduce yourself, but realized that the hand you had offered was holding the bag of items that you had brought for her. you quickly placed it down for a second to properly shake her hand, only for her to ignore the gesture and continue to stare expectantly.

“mendor, huh? so rainbow girl was right after all.” you nodded in agreement, assuming she was referring to lucy gray. “so what are you gonna do for me?” you paused, thinking of the best way to put it.

“i’m going to try my best to help you win. and take care of you, of course.” the look she gave you made you think you had three heads, and you shrunk under her gaze.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart, but how are you going to help me?” she almost laughed.

“well, my job as a mentor is to introduce you to the public, to make you more appealing so that people will want to watch the games.” you explained.

“appealing, huh. am i not already?” coral asked mockingly, criticizing your choice of words. she moved forward to grip to bars and stooped down boldly to be eye to eye with you. you stuttered, quickly looking away in embarrassment.

“i mean- yes- but that wasn’t what i meant, really!” you quickly tried, but she simply laughed at you. regaining her posture, she glanced at the bag you had set on the floor.

“and what’s this?” she queried, urging you to pick it up and show her.

“i brought you some food!” you offered, “you should really eat if you want to make it into the arena with enough strength to fight.” you tried, which was a dumb, obvious statement, but it seemed like a safe bet.

“i appreciate the sentiment, sweetheart. but you don’t know what i need and don’t need.” despite the nickname, her tone was brimmed with hostility. you didn’t blame her for refusing the food, your very essence reeked of privilege, and you could tell she wasn’t one to accept pity favors. the stark contrast of your ironed uniform and manicured nails next to her unwashed attire and nails covered in dirt was off putting. you could not imagine how she felt being here, being forced to play a losing game. and on top of that, the ones who had put her in this position claimed to want to help her. the war was hard for everybody, but your family had managed to pick itself back up off of it’s feet. on the other hand, families in the district had to pay the price for lives they did not take.

“i’m just trying to help, coral, really. these games are- they’re horrible. if i had a choice i wouldn’t participate. but i don’t. so the least i could do is help you get through them.” you spilled your opinion to her in hopes that she would accept the sustenance. picking the bag up off of the ground, you unzipped it, allowing her to take a look at the food you had brought.

stuffed full of homemade chicken and cheese sandwiches, as well as some other miscellaneous foods sitting closer to the bottom, it was evident you had spent time trying to organize food for her to have. she glanced at the bag, then whipped her head around towards mizzen, calling him towards her. he approached and she showed him the arrangement of foods. you saw his eyes light up and you couldn’t help but feel helpful, as small a gesture as it was.

“i don’t know if they’ve fed you or not, but…” you trailed off, allowing them to take a few of the sandwiches and an abundance of fruit, as well as a hardboiled egg or two. peering around at the rest of the tributes, some of which had been staring at the bag of food, you realized that if you were to give them the whole contents of the bag now, others would try to steal some. and while that was not necessarily a bad thing, considering your guilt for them in this situation, you had made these strictly for coral, and mizzen was just a part of the package. “coral, maybe you should eat these now. i don’t think it’s the greatest idea to hand over all of the food right now.” you suggested. she quickly realized what you meant and plopped down to the floor, egg in mouth and mizzen close behind. as you looked down at her sitting criss-cross in shock, she gestured for you to take a seat as well. it was like a picnic of some sorts. the odd, repulsive sort of one, but a picnic nonetheless.

the pair made no effort to make conversation as they chowed down their food, and you couldn’t blame them. you twiddled your thumbs in silence for a solid twelve minutes before anyone had spoken up. scoping out the rest of the tributes, you realized that coral was a very strong contender compared to some of the other girls. the thought that the odds may be in her favor brought a smile to your face. “thanks, cupcake.” coral was already on her feet before you could even process the statement. you stood, dusting the dirt off of your uniform before smiling at coral.

“it’s what i’m here for. i’ll try to check in as much as i can. there’s some events that the gamemakers are planning, too. they want to hold one on one mentor-tribute interviews, a tour of the arena, as well as an additional interview that will be aired to panem.” you informed her and mizzen, who made sure to stand close by.

“so this won’t be the last i see of you?” she asked.

“most definitely not.” you confirmed, nodding.

“good.” she winked, turning away with mizzen in tow. from the interaction, she proved to be quite the enigma. despite her circumstances, she still had a confident, collected, and enticing aura about her, leaving you in awe, if not more.

#coral #coral tbosas #coral tbosas x reader #coral thg x reader #coral thg #coral x reader #thg #the hunger games #thg x reader #the hunger games x reader #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #thg fanfiction #tbosas fanfiction

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knwatchesninjago · 3 months

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S1E4 Never Trust A Snake

OH MY GOSHH!!!!!!! THIS IS EP!!! I loved it soo much!!! (great... now I sound like a broken record, lol)

BUT AHHHHHHH!!! okay, okay...how about we just get started, alright?

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Okay... for starters... that bird gave me quite a jumpscare, loll. I mean like... what?!!?

That perspective... *shudders* reminds me of all the weird Gabriel Agreste perspectives in MLB, loll

*shudders again*

AnYwAyS, loll

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What is that pose!?

Pftttt... I can'ttt... That pose screams Lloyd all over, loll!!

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Next we got some...

#SiblingBonding

^Okay... may I just say... THIS IS NOT STRETCHING!!!! ^

What is this!??! "SwOoPiNg CrAnE!??!"

"PINCHING CRAB!?? (questioning Ninjago rn, if u couldn't tell, lol)

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Anyways... now onto the *drum roll please* :

#Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene

I seriously can't wrap myself around the fact that this little gremlin is gonna be the ✨Green Ninja✨ someday....

Also may I just say... taht 4th pic of Lloyd with candy on his face... HE'S SO CUTE!!!!! 🥺

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Also... it wouldn't be Lloyd if he didn't regret his life decisions. (I have a sad feeling that this might be the last ep we can see of our little gremlin regretting his choices... 😢)

#RegretsLifeDecisions

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Alas... what are the life lessons we can learn from all this?

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CHILD UNSUPERVISED!!

Like seriously... I dunno what Misako was thinking... Garm I understand, but Misako had no excuse!

But y'all... if you all are planning to have kids... please make sure that they're taught properly about stranger danger. it's kinda sad how easily Lloyd falls into these snakes' trap bc he doesn't know about you shouldn't just blindly trust a random stranger who claims to be your 'friend'. And also... please don't abandon them, loll. I seriously don't know who taught Misako to be a mom. Lol.

Anywayss... since I don't want to end this post of on a serious note...

#Kai_Has_Some_Really_Stretchy_Hair

loll...

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Anddddd.....

"Scales, my old chum"

When I heard that I was like... whattttt!? What the heck is a "chum"?

So I did some research, lol!!

loll.

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Tbh... I'm really not happy with the "30 images per post" limit.

I wanted to add way more pics, ngl. But alas...I'm up to 30, lol!!

So with this I bid y'all farewell.

🙉🙊🙈

"That looks like the shocked monkey"

Byeee!!!!

~KN out~

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

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tbsangstersgf · 11 days

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LADIEEEEESSSS

(Not my gif!)

AHHH okay so this is my first Alex Turner one ever, and it’s gonna be multi part so I’ll try to be consistent with updates :)

Warnings: cursing, an unhealthy relationship, fear ig

All of the songs mentioned are by the Arctic Monkeys! 🥶 🙈

Enjoy!

The Arctic Monkeys are your favorite band. How could the way not be? Their music is amazing and the band members themselves seem to be pretty cool.

Your boyfriend, the wonderful and amazing man that he is, bought the two of you tickets. It had been about two months since he presented the tickets to you, and he… hadn’t really talked to you as much since then-but it’s okay because you’re going to an Arctic Monkeys concert with him! Everything will go back to normal after it, things like that happen a lot in relationships, right?

You go into your bathroom to finish up your makeup, it looked good too. Your signature style, and a dark red matte lipstick.

“Y/n!” James called from the living room “We should leave like right now if you don’t want to be late!”

“Okay I’m coming James just one sec! I’ll meet you in the car” You quickly grab your purse, your favorite pair of shoes, and the closest pair of socks.

The car ride there is short, but nice because it had been a while since you were alone with your boyfriend, maybe months.

“Oh shit I grabbed the wrong socks” you hold up the pair of knee socks that you accidentally grabbed, instead of the ankle length socks you were going for. You slide them on and try to bunch them up around your ankles.

“What’s the big deal? They’re just socks” James briefly takes his eyes off of the road to glance at you.

“Yeah but they look weird all bunched up, I’m gonna have to pull them up.” You sigh and pull the socks up to your knees “It doesn’t even work that well with my outfit!”

“Whatever y/n, it’s just a stupid outfit stop whining” James stares straight ahead, and doesn’t see how your face falls.

“Yeah you’re right- I was just kidding it doesn’t really matter”

The parking lot is packed, and it takes almost ten minutes to find a parking spot. It’s a good thing you left early though, or you would’ve missed the start of the concert.

Your boyfriend got you floor tickets, so you both were very close to the stage, almost front and center! As you found your spots your boyfriend was silent, even more so than usual. “I’m so excited babe! Thank you so much for doing this for me!” You lean over to kiss his cheek but he quickly turns away to the stage. “Look they’re coming out now- pay attention”

Again your face falls as your boyfriend responds curtly, but he’s right- they’re coming onto the stage!

Alex Turner, the lead singer, introduces himself and the rest of the band. Then they kick off the show with the song ‘Fluorescent Adolescent’. As the show continues you dance and scream to the music, having the time of your life. The starting notes of ‘Pretty Visitors’ start to play and the crowd goes wild, you especially. As they reach the chorus you nudge your boyfriend, “Come on babe, dance with me!” He looks around, then back at you with a very frustrated look, “No! I don’t want with dance you! Why can’t you just be grateful that I got you tickets, and stop trying to make me look like a fool!”

“All you have to do is wave your arms James! Come on it’s fun!” You shout over the loud music, and grab his arm trying to pull him closer.

“I said no!” He yells at you, and shrugs your arm off, then he stomps off.

For the third time that day, your face fell.

“All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast, the shadow of a snake pit on the wall”

Screw this, I came here to have fun

You throw your whole heart and soul into dancing, and you keep dancing until you realize that the song has ended.

Little did you know, Alex had seen the whole thing happen. He’d noticed you as your boyfriend had shrugged you off then stomped away. He saw your face fall, and then he saw you go back to dancing, an almost wild look in your eyes. How could he do that though? She’s so pretty and it seems like she just cares, what is his problem?

An idea comes into his mind, and before he can stop himself he leans into the microphone and smiles. “For all those fellas out there who were just too cool to wave their arms during the Pretty Visitors chorus, this one’s for your girlfriend. LADIES!”

With that he starts the song ‘I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor’

Maybe you’re just delusional but you could’ve sworn Alex-Alex freaking Turner- made direct eye contact with you for almost that whole song

“Stop making the eyes at me, I’ll stop making the eyes at you”

No I’m just delusional- there’s no way he’s singing to me.

“And your shoulders are frozen,

As cold as the night!

Oh but you’re an explosion,

You’re dynamite!”

As he sings this Alex points at…you?

He doesn’t know what compels him to do so, all he knows is that he did.

Holy shit did he just- I think he did!

You do the first thing that comes to mind, and scream like a crazy fangirl. You throw your hands up in the air and just continue to have the time of your life. Just before the song is over, you get a text from your boyfriend

James: I’m at the back of the room, and I’m leaving the second it’s over so you better hurry your ass up.

Y/n: 👍

What is his problem?

James: I’m leaving right now actually so if you want a ride home you better get your ass back here.

You glance down at your phone and quickly look up and around to try and see your boyfriend.

Y/n: Can we please stay just until the end?

James reads the text but doesn’t respond. You wait out until the song is over, then you look down at your phone again and sigh. Reluctantly, you push through the crowd to get to the back of the room to your boyfriend, but he’s not there.

He wouldn’t have left me right?

You run out to the parking lot and over to where you had parked only to find that your parking space was empty.

He left.

Just to make sure, you check his locations on your shared app and, yep he was already almost home.

You think about calling him but then decide against it because at this point something is wrong with him and it could only end badly. Wiping away tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, you head back inside, knowing full well that it’s safer in there than outside.

Alex had seen you disappear into the crowd, and for some reason it bothered him that he couldn’t see you anymore. He quickly checked with his band mates to see if they could move a song up on the setlist.

You shove your way back to through the crowd, earning many glares and even a “Watch it!”

The starting notes of ‘No. 1 Party Anthem’ come on and Alex searched the crowd for you as he started singing.

“So you’re on the prowl wondering whether, she left already or not”

You smile as one of your favorite songs comes on and find yourself near the edge of the stage once more. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out to see a message from James lighting up your screen.

James: you took too long and I’m already home. Get an Uber.

You stare at your phone for a moment before shutting it off. Fighting back more tears you sigh and close your eyes, looking upward and swaying to the music.

The light of your phone in the dimly lit room catches Alex’s eye as he’s scanning the crowd. And he watches you close your eyes and sway with the music. You look sad, and he doesn’t know why but it makes him sad. The man you were with earlier, your boyfriend he’d assumed, had disappeared and he wondered if the two were related.

As the concert drew to a close, panic began to set it for you.

How the hell are you supposed to get home?

Not only could you not afford an Uber at the moment, as your boyfriend well knew, but too many bad things had happened to friends who had taken Ubers at such a late time, and you were very cautious. It was midnight after all.

The concert had ended and the last of the crowd shuffled out the doors. After about twenty minutes of you sitting on the floor by the stage, you were ushered out by a kind employee, you looked around and realized that you were the last person left.

The house lights were on and the room looked much smaller than it had when it was dark and jam packed with people. You made your way outside and sat on the curb, trying to make a plan, your pepper spray at the ready just in case. At this point it had almost been an hour since the concert had ended, and the parking lot was completely empty by now, not to mention kind of creepy.

To your horror a car pulls up and you grip your pepper spray tightly. Behind you, the door opens up and you quickly turn around to try and see who it could be. A group of men walks out and you try to make out their faces in the dim lighting provided by the scattered streetlights, but can’t see them until they’re up close.

Oh my gosh I’m going to die.

Your mind automatically searches for an escape route in case things go the way they’re looking right now. But then, almost all your fear dissipates as the group gets close enough to see who they are.

It’s the Arctic Monkeys

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